Welcome Bo!

Dear Bo,

I hear that you've made your arrival to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and let me congratulate you on finding a nice new family. Let me give you some advice as a new puppy in a new home, since I have some experience with this myself. I hear you love running, playing, and jumping around in your fancy new digs. Be sure not to pee on the hardwoods, the beds, couches, tile, cabinets, and every other surface you can find - I did that and I yelled at... A LOT! You might also want to avoid chewing on hands, toes, couches, pillows, cups, furniture, remote controls, cell phones, cameras, and everything else you can get your teeth on - that might get you spanked, and that ain't fun. Follow these rules and you'll be golden. Let me know how that works out for ya!

Meanwhile, I look forward to following you in the news outlets. Be good, or at least be good at it!

Love, Baci

Happy Earth Day!

Today, in honor of Mother Earth, I'm heading downtown to meet up with a moms group for coffee and a trip to the farmers market. Uhhhh, how suburban housewife/ wannabe hippie am I?? Seriously, who would have ever thought? :) But I dressed Patrick up in his tie dyed onesie, packed up our green grocery bags, and we're headed out to stock up on local, organic fruits and veggies. Dinner tonight is gonna be yummy!!

All is well in the household. Patrick is doing much better after about 6-8 weeks of seriously challenging times. We finally identified his gurgling, rumbling, farting tummy issues as acid reflux and with his baby Zantac, we have a new baby on our hands! We have also started with a more consistent nap and sleep schedule and P is feeling and sleeping a million times better, which makes for a happy FAMILY. He's started interacting more with us, including lots and lots of smiles and it's so fun to watch his little personality blossom. I feel so grateful to be home with him during this really special time and although I'm starting to eyeball going back to work soon, I'm definitely glad to be home with the the little dude.

More updates and photos to come!

Love, Mer

Praise Jesus!!

I'm not sure if it's the result of his first night in his crib and resulting 8 hours of mostly uninterrupted sleep, or the Zantac helping out with the reflux, but look at THIS:


A picture says a thousand words. I'll just leave it at that.

Love, the happiest woman on the planet right now, Mer

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Procrastination Station (Here)

Well, right now I should be doing about a million things, including sending out about 100 thank you notes, bathing my child (I'll do that after the next time he eats!), finally unpacking my shoes from our move in JANUARY, cleaning the kitchen and oh yeah - bathing and cleaning MYSELF!! But instead of that, I thought I'd take a few minutes to write down a few of the thoughts in my head. I have quite a few, so I better get them down on "paper" before they escape me, which is highly likely given that I'm such a scatterbrain these days!

First of all, let me begin by saying that we took lil' Patrick to the doctor yesterday and he is now at 11 lbs, 8 oz. He's doubled his weight now in 2.5 months. Is that normal?? Anyway, the last few weeks have been rather challenging with our little milk monster... We were expecting for him to be fussy and colicky in weeks 6-8, but he'll be 11 weeks old tomorrow and we're still suffering with a rather sad baby. Once his spitting up started getting worse and the toots coming from his diaper started sounding like foghorns (see last post), I knew that something was perhaps not quite right. I finally took him to the doctor yesterday and as he cried his head off, I shed a few tears myself, and told the doctor that we just can't handle it anymore and basically begged her to help us.

We saw our very nurturing nurse practitioner and she said it seems fairly obvious to her that Patrick has acid reflux and has prescribed Zantac to help out with his misery. She said this should also help him sleep better at night and she said she wants to see him sleeping 8 hours at a stretch at night now... WHA?! Since he's been reflux-y, he's only been sleeping about 3 hours at a stretch (he had gotten up to 5, but when the reflux got worse a few days ago...forgettaboudit), so this sounded a *little* unreasonable! But she said with this medication, he has no excuse to sleep so little, so she wants us to drop the feeding in the middle of the night. WHA?!

With that, last night, at 2:30 when P Diddy started crying for his mid-night feeding, I rocked him back to sleep and repeated this just about on the hour until 6:30 a.m. SO that does mean that the kid won't starve and can actually survive without his middle of the night session!! Apparently we now need to teach Patrick to *put himself* back to sleep when he wakes up in the middle of the night, and we'll be in business. I have a feeling there could be more tears attached to this endeavour (again, by both of us), but once we get to the other side of this, I have a feeling we'll be in great shape! So please wish us luck.

Getting back to the first comment I made, please note that if you are one of the lovely people that has thought of us and sent a wedding or baby gift, we are very grateful for all the wonderful goodies, love, and blessings you've shared with us! I promise to send out those formal thank you notes soon and the birth announcements are forthcoming, too! :D

On another note, I'm excited to announce that our little dude has finally made it to his 3M (three month size) section in his closet... He had quite a few newborn outfits and has many 3M outfits, but didn't really have much to wear for that in-between period. I've had him stuffed in his newborn wear for about 3-4 weeks now and the poor kid has had his toes practically popping out the end of his footie pajamas. (OMG, I'm such a delinquent mother...) But thanks to all the lovely aforementioned gifts and a very generous hand-me-down donation from a friend of a friend, he's going to be a well dressed dude for at least a year! I've had so much fun playing dress up with P Diddy the last few days... Here's a shot of him in one of his snazzy new outfits!

So.............. I was totally planning to get on top of the post-baby Operation Fatass, but it hasn't quite started yet. As soon as I'm able to get a consistently good night's sleep for a few days, I'll be ready. But for now, it takes everything I have just to get dressed and feed everyone every day, given how completely exhausted I am. And I mean E X H A U S T E D. Please pray that this Zantac works for our little lovemuffin and that we're able to settle into a rested, consistent routine soon. Then, I'll be ready to get to jiggling and whittle down the waistline once again.

OK, enough procrastination. Time to get back to life in the parking lot!

Love, Mer

Update

Well, it's been a while since I've updated all you faithful bloggies (I just made that word up) on how things are going here in Mommyland. Well, it's interesting!! Life pretty much consists of feeding (the baby, the hubby, and myself), cleaning up after said feedings, cleaning up pee and poop (the baby, that is), trying to figure out Patrick's different cries and tend to them accordingly, trying to figure out how to leave the house most effectively, and generally adjusting to being a mom and the primary caretaker for our little dude. It's the hardest thing I've ever done in my entire life - no joke. But I really love my little guy and husband and feel so grateful that I have this opportunity in life!! That sentiment gets me through the hard days and makes me appreciate the good days even more...

A few things about my little Patrick:

1. He was weighed at his last doctor's visit, last Wednesday the 25th, and weighed in at 10 lbs, 13 oz and is now 22 inches long. Growing, growing, growing, that boy is!
2. He doesn't cry when his diaper is dirty. Most of the time, I change him solely because I'm about to feed him and need to wake him up, because I detect something that smells a little like toxic waste in his pants, or because there is a very scary noise emanating from his diaper - sort of a combination of a foghorn and a machine gun. This sounds like a GOOD thing, but I feel bad because I never know how long the mess has been residing in his diaper... I'm still working out this issue.
3. Patrick is just starting to smile and grin at things he likes. Some of those things include rattles, Baci, his daddy, bathtime, and the sight of my boobie (I think he gets that from his daddy!). ;)
4. His hungry cry sounds like cats in heat fighting each other in the middle of the night. It reminds me of being a kid and being awoken by my cat fighting all the other tomcats in the neighborhood...
5. We've figured out a sleeping routine that has started to entail his sleeping for about 5 hours straight - from about 11:00 am to 3:00 am and then another 3 or 4 hours after I feed him and get him back to sleep. I'm starting to feel like an intellectual being again after getting some rest!! Hallelujah!

As for me, I'm getting better at keeping the diaper bag and car packed at all times in order to get out of the house more quickly. I still end up leaving with everything he could possibly ever need - diapers, burp cloths, change of outfits, bottles, rattles, pacifiers, blankets, socks, hand sanitizer, extra diaper covers, etc. etc. etc. - because I'm not sure what he REALLY needs yet, but I'm working out that issue, too. It's getting better, though, and I'm starting to take him out and about more often. I have to admit, I love it when strangers stop me and comment on how cute Patrick is... It makes my day!

In other news, Sheridan and I have had lots of visitors in the last few weeks. It's been so nice! In addition to his mom and my parents visiting in January and February, we recently hosted my friend Laurie from high school (we reconnected on Facebook!) and Matt and Carolyn (Sheridan's brother and sister in law) for weekend visits. We're especially glad we got to see Matt before he starts his yearlong deployment to Afghanistan - he's a Captain in the Army and is heading over soon. Please keep his safety in your thoughts and prayers over the next year!

And lastly, it's time to get back in shape for me. I'm not going to be jumping into spinning classes anytime soon or anything like that, but I really want to get my body back into shape. Plus, I just feel really weak! Sometimes my arms get sore just burping the baby or my legs get tired walking up the stairs with the baby in my arms... I've pretty much lost all the extra weight from pregnancy already, but I'm just OUT OF SHAPE and have a soft belly for the first time in my life. NOT COOL! So I'm getting started on a new plan called Mommy Without Pounds this weekend - it's a special nutrition and exercise program designed for breastfeeding moms. Stay tuned for news of progress!

OK, I'll try to write more soon. Love, Mer

St. Patrick's Day

We had a good time celebrating our little guy's first St. Patrick's Day this year! We all got dressed up in our finest green t-shirts (Patrick had a special onesie to commemorate the day, as you can see in the photo) and shared a yummy dinner of homemade shepherd's pie. We'll always remember our first St. Patrick's Day with our favorite baby leprechaun, Patrick O' Cutie Pie!

We hope you all had a fun holiday, too!

Love, Mer

Eyelashes

I know I owe new stories and updates, but it's been a time consuming couple of weeks with the lovemuffin!! I'll get to them soon, I promise, but here are a couple of cute shots of my baby boy to tide you over... ;) Can you believe the eyelashes on this kid??? CLEARLY he got these from his daddy, because I would absolutely die for a set of lashes like this!!

Love, Mer

Stuff

Sheridan took this photo of Patrick and me at the doctor's office on Monday. Hasn't our little guy changed so much??!! He's much less of a fetus now and is a thriving, chubby, healthy baby boy now that he is actually supposed to be living outside my womb... he's supposed to be 21 days old now. :)

In other news, we took our first trip to the mall today!! Since the day was so warm (85 degrees), sunny and lovely, Patrick and I packed up our gear and headed over to The Domain to check out the stores. It's a new outdoor shopping center in North Austin with Macy's, Neiman Marcus, Borders, and lots of other shops. He cried all the way there, but as soon as I parked and gave him his pacifier, he quieted right down and napped the whole time I browsed. I had so much fun strolling the little guy around in the sunshine and he was such a good boy! I got him all the way home before he woke up and it was perfect timing to feed him again. All in all, it was a great experience and a lovely memory.

My friend Nicole used to take her first of three sons to the mall all the time with her and she said he's now quite the shopper, saying things like "Mommy, don't we need to pick up something for Daddy?" and "Isn't this a great deal?". She joked the other day that she created a monster... ;) I need to be careful of not doing the same with my little shadow because Sheridan will kill me if I create another shopaholic in the family! (Right, sweetie?)

Anyway, hope you're all having a great week!

Love, Mer

Poor Baci...

He got hit by a pee fountain today while lounging next to the changing table during a diaper change! He's officially been initiated as Patrick's "big brother".

Sorry Bachmeister - I promise I'm working out the kinks with this pee fountain business... I thought I had it down, but apparently I need a little more work.

Love, Mommy

Growth Update and More

Birthdate - Wednesday, January 21, 2009
5 lbs, 13 oz, 18 inches long

First doctor appointment - Monday, January 26, 2009
5 lbs, 8 oz, 18 3/8 inches long

2 week doctor appointment - Wednesday, February 4, 2009
5 lbs, 12 oz, 19 inches long

One month doctor appointment -Wednesday, February 18, 2009
7 lbs, 5 oz, 20.5 inches

Weigh-in with the lactation consultant - Tuesday, February 24, 2009
8 lbs, 2 oz with his clothes on (so not quite 8 lbs)

Doctor appointment - Monday, March 2, 2009
8 lbs, 14 oz!!!

We're told Patrick is growing at about twice the rate of a normal infant... No wonder he's "eating me out of house and home" and wants to eat about every 2 hours - he's G R O W I N G almost a pound a week these days. Apparently he's got a hollow leg, just like his daddy! :D

And we're about to head into the dreaded 6 to 8 week period - this is when babies are at their very fussiest. Over the last few days, we've started to notice signs of this colicky period arriving right on schedule - lots of crying, not much sleeping, lots of gas, and tempers are flaring (including mine)! But the doctor says that at the end of this challenging 2 weeks, we're going to have a brand new, smiley baby. God help us and please wish us luck over the next couple of weeks!!!!!!

Love, Mer

More Tales from Motherhood

Suffice it to say, I have learned more over the last month of my life than all the other months of my life combined!! Having been a mommy for one month now, I've practiced my patience skills, become immune to bodily fluids (pee, poop, snot/boogers/nasal mucus, spit up, blood, sweat, and tears), learned to live on very little sleep, honed my listening skills ("is that crying upstairs?!!??"), learned to shave my legs in about 3 minutes flat, and learned how to eat VERY fast also (for those of you that know me well, this is a very big deal for a formerly slow eater), and much more. I'm sure that I'll continue to grow and change as much as my little one as time goes on...

I'd like to talk a little bit about pee fountains. Have you seen the diaper commercial on TV right now that shows the dad changing his son's diaper and when the diaper is removed, there's a spray of pee that comes out like a firehose? Well, that commercial is NO JOKE!! My little one has a trajectory like you wouldn't believe... He's sprayed me in the face, himself in the face, gotten every inch of the changing area, the lamp, wall, carpet beside the changing table, etc. etc. etc. multiple times! (Disclaimer for our landlord, who reads my blog - we're very friendly - I swear we're very sanitary people and cleaning up after the little guy religiously with lots of great products! hahaha) My favorite is when he spouts a pee fountain in the bathtub - it's like a little baby Bellagio show!

And why does Patrick love to pee and poop so much as soon as we open the diaper?? Let me just say - I'm glad we're using a diaper service that allows for unlimited nappies and not disposables... I'd be crying for mother earth, given how many diapers this kid goes through per day, given that he dirties 2 or 3 just while getting changed!! I'm guessing 20 or more in one day... it's unbelievable.

Otherwise, we had some problems helping Patrick get enough milk to help him through the 3 week growth spurt - he just never seemed satisfied after nursing. He would eat and then scream not too much later wanting more - it was not only frustrating, but PAINFUL and I was starting to feel like a major failure!!! I went to his pediatrician's appointment last Wednesday ready to beg her for advice and help with producing enough milk to satisfy the little guy - I felt like I was starving him and was ready to just switch to formula... But after weighing him, we found that he weighed 7 lbs, 5 oz and had gained almost 2 pounds in 2 weeks; he had also grown over 2 inches in length!! No wonder he couldn't get enough milk in his face - he was growing like a weed! And no, he was definitely not starving... he was just really HUNGRY! I was really relieved... I *was* doing everything right!

We're definitely getting the hang of things and catching our snap! When we first got home, we were both quite tentative with holding the baby, changing him, comforting him, feeding, etc. etc. etc. But with time and practice - it's been a crash course - we both feel much more comfortable with being parents. We're starting to understand Patrick's needs, cries, and signals better every day. And we've been working very hard on getting a routine established... I called last week the "formula intervention" because Patrick and I worked really hard to get my milk production up to satisfy him, wean him from formula supplementation, and to get him on a more predictable feeding schedule (he's gotten himself on a very reliable every 3 hour schedule during the day and is starting to space out the feedings at night). It was a challenging week, but we were successful and as a result, it's a much happier household this week. He seems more satisfied, is crying less, and sleeping better. :)))

All in all, I'm so in love with this sweet little man with his cute little sideburns, pink toes, expressive eyes and baby coos! Watching him grow and change has been the experience of a lifetime, and to think that it's never going to stop is overwhelmingly wonderful! We've taken hundreds of photos in just 4.5 short weeks, but here are some of our favorites... I hope you enjoy seeing the progression of our little dude's growth and maturation. More stories and photos to come... stay tuned!

Love, Mer xo

One Month Old

Our little angel is one month old today. Happy birthday, buddy!! We took a mini photo shoot tonight to commemorate this special day. Enjoy!

Love, Mer

CONGRATULATIONS SUZIE AND TJ!

Suzie Q, Snoozy, Suzemeister, Snorezie, Boozie (Boozie is retired, though), Slutzie (that one was just funny because it wasn't true), etc. etc. etc. - the girl has more nicknames than my puppy - is gettin' married! :D

Congratulations to my lovely friend, Suzie, who deserves so much happiness in her life. I'm so proud of her and wish her many years of love, joy, hope, and dreams come true with her Prince Charming.

Cheers to the happy couple, who got engaged last weekend in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Felicidades, Susanita (there's another one)!!

Love, Mer xo

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Rockabye Baby

I just came across the *coolest thing* and just had to share it with you all. I was looking on iTunes for children's music to supplement Patrick's music collection (right now he has one Baby Beethoven CD and it's starting to get old), and found something I love!!

Rockabye Baby! is a collection of CDs that covers rock bands' albums in lullaby style. It's so soothing and familiar and I'm sure that I'll end up enjoying the music just as much as Patrick will. I bought the ACDC album (Sheridan's fave) and the No Doubt album too, and can't wait to see what little P Diddy thinks of it! Some other bands they cover are Led Zeppelin, The Pixies, U2, Greenday, The Beatles, Nirvana, Coldplay and more... (I don't know about you, but the real Coldplay puts me to sleep, but that's another conversation!)

Check it out: http://rockabyebabymusic.com/

Love, Mer

Patrick's Nursery

A Baby Story Continues

So where did we leave off last time? The birth, that's right.

OK, so a couple hours after the birth of our sweet little baby boy, I decided to send home my very sleepy hubby for a nap, to let out the doggie out of the crate for a bathroom break, and to pick up anything embarrassing since my parents would be coming to stay for a few days. I had called my parents around midnight - about 4.5 hours before Patrick was born - to alert them that the baby was on his way, but not to bother jumping in the car immediately since he would most definitely arrive before they could get there (I was right).

With that, I was alone in the delivery room for a couple of hours (with so many babies - 8 others - having been born the night of Patrick's arrival, there were no post partem rooms available) and was told that I should relax and rest. YEAH RIGHT! I had a million thoughts running through my head and just couldn't wait to send out a text message to my closest buddies and family announcing the birth and of course, I had to update my Facebook status and share a couple of photos of the little dude... I also realized that I needed to pick a pediatrician and make an appointment for him, call the diaper service to initiate deliveries, call to cancel my ultrasound appointment that day, and call the glass company to let them know that I wasn't going to be picking up the glass I ordered for the top of Patrick's changing table/ dresser (I had told them I'd come get it that day). So I'm literally making phone calls from the delivery bed, all hopped up on drugs... Seriously??!!? I'm such a freak!

When they wheeled in Patrick from checking him out in the nursery, we also had some personal time to share, so I introduced myself and had a little chat with him all about his new family, my big dreams for him, and explained to him that we'll probably see our share of ups and downs, but promised to him that I'll always be there for him and will love him no matter what. He smiled for me the first time (or perhaps that was gas, but who cares?!) and he had me wrapped around his finger...

Once I finally got moved to the post partem room, my nurse Patti (pictured) got me all settled and comfortable and I had a couple more hours of Patrick time before Sheridan and my parents arrived at the hospital. I confided in Patti that I had no idea what I was doing and that I'd probably have a lot of questions, and she took GREAT care of us - she showed me how to hold the guy, breastfeed, diaper change, and all sorts of helpful things. And she brought me lots of great Percocets, so she was my BFF that day. :) AND Patti's birthday was also January 21st, so she was very excited to have been assigned to support Patrick and me... that was cool.

As we were preparing to head home from the hospital on Thursday night, Patrick was taken for some tests and it was shown that he was starting to develop jaundice. ACH! So we ended up having to keep him in the hospital for a couple of extra days while he spent time in the bililights, which breaks down the bilirubin enzyme that causes jaundice. It was so heartbreaking watching our little dude in his baby tanning bed with his little sunglasses on, but we knew he needed it, so I tried to manage my hormones and stay strong... And although I was technically discharged, we were able to stay in "Patrick's room" until he was released. All the "free" pudding cups and Sprite we could consume - woo hooo!

Alas, we finally got to leave the hospital on Sunday and get home with our son. If we had left on Friday, as planned, I may not have been ready... so perhaps our couple of extra days was helpful in getting me prepared for the idea of taking care of our little one.

And actually, once we got home, the REAL fun began!!! Stay tuned for more tales from mommy hood...

Love, Mer xo

A Baby Story

On the morning of January 20th, I got up and called my father (one of Patrick's namesakes) and wished him a very happy birthday and watched, with hope and optimism, the inauguration of Barack Obama in Washington. I had gone to the doctor the day prior, who had told me that the status of my cervix was the exact same as it was the day before, yet I felt a few changes that indicated that perhaps our little guy would be arriving sooner than later... but then again, what did I know?!

So I figured to myself that I should probably prepare for an early arrival, just in case... I needed to frame the lovely watercolors that Sheridan's mom painted for us, put together my post-partem kit of goodies, pack my hospital bag, and make sure that Baci had everything he needed, etc. etc. etc. I was feeling really exhausted and my back was hurting, and I felt like maybe I had been overdoing it the last few days with unpacking, organizing, and preparing for baby, so I decided that this was going to be my last push of activity, and that as of January 21st, I was grounding myself!So once I got my fill of inauguration media, I got dressed and set out for my day of errands. I started with lunch at Schlotzsky's (YUM), Petco for dog food, the dollar store for cheap baby washcloths, Aaron Brothers for frames, and Target for postpartem toiletries. Right around Aaron Brothers, my back started getting VERY sore and I started feeling really bad, so I decided to pick up the pace of my shopping. The guy that worked at the store brought me a stool because I looked like I was in so much pain; how pathetic is that? I asked myself, "Hmm, could I be in the early stages of labor? Well, the doctor said yesterday that nothing had changed, so I guess I'm just tired, or something...".

By the time I hit Target and got home from my day of errands, I thought I was going to DIE. I had a lot of pressure on my pelvis and was experiencing a couple of other unmentionable changes, but I *still* insisted on denying that... HELLO!! I WAS IN LABOR!

Sheridan got home from work and I shared with him that I was feeling really weird, experiencing weird pains and such, and he asked me "Are you having contractions?", to which I answered "I'm not sure. How would I know?!". We googled "signs of early labor" and we recognized some symptoms, but given that the doctor JUST said that things were status quo less than 24 hours prior... we just had a hard time believing that I was in labor.

Sheridan started timing my "OUCH"es and we realized that I was indeed having contractions about 7 minutes apart, but the internet said not to bother calling the doctor until they were 5 minutes apart, so we decided we'd call the doctor in the morning (it was about 9:00 p.m. at that point) and have them check me out to see what was going on.

I took a long, hot bath in our jetted tub, with lots of vanilla bubble bath, then got in bed with my mind racing. I sat and made lists in my head, reviewing what I still needed to do to be prepared for Patrick's arrival. I had decided I was more ready than I thought I was... So I laid down and tried to relax myself to sleep; this was 9:30 p.m.

However, right after I laid down to rest, I realized that the foot that had been living in my ribs for the prior 8 months wasn't there anymore, and I panicked, realizing that I had "dropped". I rolled over in bed to investigate further... and POP!!! My water broke; this was 10:00 p.m.

And this is where the real excitement began. :)

I SPRANG out of bed and exclaimed "Oh my God, my water broke!" and Sheridan sprang out of bed with a huge smile on his face. He said "OK, what do we do now?!" and I asked him to get on the phone and call the doctor's after hours number and he did; he also called his brother, Brandon, and asked him to alert the family that the baby was coming. At one point, I looked over in between VERY strong contractions and he was chatting with his brother saying things like "Yeah, Austin's great. Yeah, we love the house. Yeah, the job is great - I really like it..." and I yelled "ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!" and he wrapped up the conversation and came over to help me get myself together, since I could hardly move. Apparently contractions get *much stronger* after the water breaks...

Now, since I was planning all along to have a C section, these are things that I had absolutely no idea about. How do you breathe through ridiculously strong contractions? What are they supposed to feel like? When do you push/ not push? Uh... no idea. ??? So I went into this having absolutely no idea what to expect or what to do. I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A C SECTION!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile, we finally got into the car and headed to the hospital 20 minutes away. We got there and had absolutely no idea where to go, since we had NEVER been to this hospital before. I mean, we just moved to Austin 11 days prior!!! In fact, we were supposed to go to the hospital on Wednesday night for a tour of the maternity ward, to know where we were supposed to check in, where the rooms and nurseries were, etc. It would have been helpful to have done this tour before I went into labor, because when we arrived, we had NO idea where to go! We ended up going to the Emergency Room and they had to wheel me to Labor and Delivery, me in very active labor the whole time...

It was like a cheesy movie... I was huffing and puffing, moaning, practically crying and being wheeled through the hallways of this hospital and when we arrive to the Labor and Delivery ward, they see that I'm clearly in active labor (by this time, it's 10:40 p.m. and my contractions were 3 minutes apart!) and whisk me away to a room. My doctor wasn't available, but one in her practice was, so she came in to check out my progress.

And the result was........ I was already 5 cm dilated!! OMG, had I been in labor ALL DAY, throughout my little shopping marathon? Apparently! DUH. So I reminded the doctor that I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A C SECTION and she said "darling, you're already 5 cm dilated and you're in active labor - why would we do that?" and I responded that's what I really wanted! Meanwhile, she said "let's give it an hour or so, after we get your epidural done and you're more comfortable, and we'll talk again". OK, I guess that's fine, I thought...

So meanwhile, the contractions are coming one after the other and I'm getting very frustrated, so I started asking for the anesthesiologist... More like "where the F is that epidural?!?!" - again, like a bad movie, and I was *that girl*. Ooops! Finally the guy got there and although I'm terrified of needles, I sat still and took my medicine. I wanted to be numb, and stat!

And once I was comfortable and the epidural kicked in (thank GOD), the doc came in to check me again and I was at 10 cm!! OMG!! This was about 11:30/11:45 p.m. What the heck just happened? The doctor talked me into giving birth the old fashioned way, and once again, I had no idea what I was doing or what to expect, but let the nurses just walk me through the process.

Because there were EIGHT other babies being born that night (did inauguration fever provoke lots of babies that night, or something?), I had to sit on the table and wait for the doctor a while, because she was busy delivering babies! Finally, about 2:30 a.m. I was able to start pushing.

Fast forward two hours of pushing and a few embarassing and heartwarming moments, and Patrick Sheridan arrived!! It happened so fast that we hardly had time to process all of it... This little guy arrived 4.5 hours after the birthday of his grandfather (Pat) and 3 weeks, 2 days earlier than expecting. Yay!

And so he's arrived... I guess technically, THIS is really where the fun has begun. :D More updates and photos to come.

Welcome, Patrick! Mommy LOVES YOU!!!!

Mer

Introducing Patrick

It is the greatest pleasure I've ever known to announce the arrival of our son, Patrick Sheridan, 3 weeks early. Impatient like his mommy, he just couldn't wait to make his appearance!!

Patrick arrived at Seton Medical Center in Austin, Texas on Wednesday, January 21, 2009 at 4:25 a.m. He weighed 5 lbs, 13 oz and was 18 inches long. 10 fingers, 10 toes, and an expert funny face-maker, he has stolen our hearts and we'll never be the same!

Lots of details to come - I can't wait to share all the fun stories about his arrival, and keep my blog groupies apprised of the wonderful updates we have about our much beloved baby boy - but I've got to use my time wisely, as my extra minutes are preciously allocated between diaper changes, cuddles, feedings, cleaning, and trying to rest up when I can. Stay tuned for juicy details!

Meanwhile, please join us in our celebration of this blessed event!!!

Love, Mer

Day In the Life of a Housewife

I have to say, being a housewife is just as challenging as getting my butt out of bed every morning and schlepping to work! I guess I feel that since Sheridan is supporting the family 100% right now, that it's unfair to bombard him with household requests as soon as he comes in the door. So with that, I've been taking care of EVERYTHING in regard to unpacking, decorating the new place, preparing for Patrick, cooking, cleaning, errands, keeping the family in the loop on things, etc. etc. etc. And let me tell you - it's hard work!!! I have like 3 to-do lists going right now, and I'm just plugging away at them one at a time.

Today, my big project was fixing my iPhone, which took a poop. It completely crashed and I figured out how to restore it, download the latest version of iTunes, then iPhone software, get all my calendar stuff reloaded, music, and photos. While doing this, I started laundry, showered, cleaned the kitchen from dinner last night, processed the rebate for the washer/ dryer we just bought, finished up the diaper service request, answered a bunch of emails, set up an appointment to get our car seat inspected, unpacked the last box lingering in the guest bedroom, figured out the organization issue in our master bathroom, and threw the ball for the dog. This afternoon I plan to finish laundry, research cord blood storage, work on the baby room, and pack my hospital bag.

SERIOUSLY, I don't think I ever worked this hard at work - I'm exhausted! I hope the economy picks up soon, so I can get back to work in a few months... and relax a little! ;)

Mer