We’ve all been nursing a bit of a cold, including baby Peter. The rest of the kids can articulate what hurts (throat, ears, eyes, nose) but poor Peter just gets to cry and cry a lot to let us know he’s not feeling well. He’s been waking up between 330 and 430 in the morning and has been fussy until about 630 or 7. That makes for awesome morning around here, I tell you. Say a prayer for him and for his parents that this passes quickly.
It doesn’t help that when he should be napping during the day, certain children are very loud and wake him up. It’s been a rough day and I’m near tears.
I didn’t even get a chance to actually post this yesterday because the day was so rough. Last night, Peter fell asleep around 8 instead of his normal 930. He woke at 3 (ish) to eat and then went back to sleep next to me. He slept again until about 6am. Did I? Of course not. I was wide away. I prayed for a bit, then I read a bit. Wikipedia is your friend at times like this, you find a boring topic and go feel your eyes drooping. Nope, that didn’t happen either. I finally fell asleep a little after 4, but it was still far better than yesterday.
He slept the rest of morning and when he woke up, he was happy. I’d forgotten what happy Peter was like because I haven’t seen it for a week. I’m really happy that he’s back to his normal self, really.
Our elliptical machine broke last week, so we ordered a conversion kit for my bike and now I can ride it in the house like a stationary bike. I like it much better and it doesn’t feel like it’s going to kill me.
If you’ve read my blog for a while, you know that I have milk production issues and supplement the babies with formula using (currently) a Lact-Aid nursing system. This time has been no different, except I seem to have a lot more milk with Peter than I did even with Scholastica. It’s not at the no supplement range at all, but my supply is still here and he’s 9 weeks old today and it seems to be going up. I’m so happy about this.
We are in the middle of week three of school and I think we are being pretty successful here. There are some days where I have to pull them along to get their work done and some days (okay everyday) there are complaints about how much writing they have to do (well from one kid), but it gets done.
We’ve been watching the Olympics here as well. The kids love water polo and the horses. I really enjoyed the swimming and gymnastics. I’ve probably have stayed up later than is prudent watching some nights.
Peter is a month old today. I’ll be honest, he hasn’t settled into much of routine and some days he’s awake and alert all day and some days he’s a sleeper. Some days he’s super fussy and pretty much needs to be held all the time (usually on a day I have things to do and he won’t permit being held by any other person.) Some days he’s just happy as a clam and thrilled to have his big brother or sister hold him.
The kids love him very much, to the point where I need to shoo them away because they are always touching or kissing him and it is keeping him from sleeping.
He got to meet his godfather on Monday, the 4th and was baptized on Tuesday. His godmother was not able to be here, however he was able to talk with her on the phone that evening.
Going back to routine, now that I think about it, if I nurse him around 11pm, he’s usually good until about 330 or 4 and then he’ll nurse again, then sleep until about 730. So I guess he’s getting a good chunk of sleep during the night (which means, in theory, that I am as well, ha.)
His favorite activities are snuggling, sleeping, and talking to the ceiling fan. I’m sure I caught him have a deep philosophical conversation with it today.
So there you have it, a sleep deprived mama blogging about her youngest 🙂 It’s not profound, but I’ll be happy I did this so that I can remember the things he did at this point.
When Jesus went into the region of Caesarea Philippi he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” They replied, “Some say John the Baptist,others Elijah, still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”
Simon Peter said in reply, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”
Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah. For flesh and bloodhas not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father.
And so I say to you, you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it. (Matthew 16:13-19)
Happy Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul! Today we are going to celebrate this little guy with homemade Tikka Masala and ice cream. 🙂
Welcome to the outside, Peter! As is tradition on my little corner of the internet, I’ll share with you the story of his birth.
On June 7th, I received a phone call from a real estate agent that a couple wanted to look at our house at 9am on the 8th. I agreed to the showing then let the agent know I was 39 weeks pregnant, so there was a slight possibility that we might have to cancel if I go into labor. I didn’t think I would but you never know, right? So we spent the day getting things in shape and ready to show the house. Joshua came home from work and spent the evening mowing the lawn and we all went to bed exhausted.
I would say that labor probably started around Midnight, maybe 1230. I woke up to use the bathroom and noticed some contractions. I wasn’t trying to time them, mainly because I was in denial about being in labor, after all, we did have a showing in just a few hours. I tossed and turned for a while and went back and forth to the bathroom all while unofficially timing the contractions. They were only 10 minutes apart, so I figured I was just dealing with the “pre-labor” that my body likes to do before getting down to business a few days later.
I continued the tossing and turning and going to the bathroom for a while longer, then I just couldn’t get comfortable at all. I was willing myself to sleep in between contractions and praying the Divine Mercy chaplet during them, still denying the fact that I could be in labor. I had a showing at 9am folks, I want to sell this house!
I think it was around 230 I decided to move around a bit more, to stop the contractions. When I stood up, my water broke, except I didn’t think it was my water breaking, I just thought I’d had an accident. Then the sharp pains started. I stumbled over to Joshua, startled him awake and told him I was having some pretty hard contractions and that I just needed him to time them.
We laid in bed timing them for a good long while and they were irregular but getting closer together. I was also shaking a bit during them, having a hard time breathing through them, and sweating as each one came to an end. We still tried to deny that I was in labor (showing at 9am, showing at 9am!!). Another trip to the bathroom confirmed that my water was in fact broken (because no one has that much water in her bladder, no one) and I said to call the midwife.
After calling her, we moved to get the birth stuff set up the rest of the way. Realizing that it was nearing dawn and not sure how much longer I had, I asked Joshua to move the birth pool into the bedroom, so I could labor without the kids around when they woke up. He moved it and began to fill it up. I wasn’t in denial as much at this point and I was hoping it was real. With each labor, I have a hard time making the call to the midwife, because I’m afraid of not really being in labor, so I was hoping I’d made the right decision in calling her. (Thinking, for me, in labor is very interesting, panic about one thing, not worry about another, it’s strange.)
I got into the pool and just sat there for a bit, working through each contraction, and trying to hurry it along and then trying to slow things down, so the midwife could make it. Honestly, I knew that if I moved to my hands and knees, I’d have that baby in about two minutes, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. The midwife arrived, she checked me and said I was an inch away from having a baby. Thank goodness. I was still terrified about that part though, so I stayed put on my back. After some encouragement, I moved to my hands and knees, pushed once, pushed again and had a baby. (I may have yelled at them to get the baby out of me (like hey, pull it if you have to, I can’t do this!). Then he was here. Peter René, born at 645am.
A few of the kids were up and we sent Karol up to get the other ones so they could meet their new baby brother. The cord was cut and then Joshua took Peter out to the living room so they could look at him and the midwife and her assistant could attend to me.
So there you go, the birth of Peter René. Joshua did call the real estate agent and cancelled the showing. They had a good laugh together because I had told her I didn’t think I’d have the baby this week.
After I was cleaned up, the midwife and her assistant left and I snuggled with Peter. I would say that I was pretty much in shock that he was on the outside already. I’m very thankful that labor and delivery went as smoothly as it did. I didn’t feel like it has been 7 hours, those went by pretty quickly.
I normally pray or try to pray during contractions but this time there was something different and as we prayed a Hail Mary or the Memorare, or invoked the saints, the contractions though strong, weren’t as painful as they had been with previous children. It was awesome to know that I was wrapped in Mary’s mantle and the whole communion of saints were praying for me.