"Raise your glass if you are wrong - in all the right ways"

Not much new, but I have a second, so I'm posting.  Hank is a week and one day old. He already seems to be changing. I wanted to document that he eats every 2 hours. That means that he eats for around 1 hour and then eats again 1 hour later (it's a breast feeding thing). I'm writing it because I never wrote it about the other 2. I want evidence of exactly when H starts sleeping for longer stretches. He decided to "stay awake" around 3 am so we sat and chatted (I chatted - he stared at me). RKZ has been sleeping in the boys' room (they have an extra bed) so there is no one there but the baby and myself.

On a personal note - I hate basic cable TV. Also, if I never hear another word about Osama Bin Laden or Arnold Schwarzenneger (sp?) and Maria Shriver, I will die a happy woman. How does an ex-governor's sexual behavior become headline news? Isn't there anything happening that is more important?

Time to feed the baby (I hear him doing those grunty pig noises in there).

So glad it's the weekend. RKZ is home for the entire day.

"I don't know much - but I know I love you"

     Friday, May 13th, RKZ and I left for the hospital at 5 am. So different from our first experience with Buck (35 weeks - water breaking at 3am). It was so calm. We were able to walk in to the hospital and calmly speak with everyone. First crazy thing - the nurse who checked us in was a student of mine!! She got teary-eyed when we realized our past together. She was very sweet and I felt like it was a circle (I also felt old) to be speaking to a past student about such personal things. 

There are so many details that are funny and will be stuck in my mind. Because I had a c-section, I wasn't able to see the actual surgery, but I was awake during the entire process and they used a mirror to allow me to see Hank as he was pulled from my tummy. All I could see was his huge shock of dark hair. Buck had been bald and Thunder had hair at 4 weeks - but neither of them had that dark, dark hair of their daddy. 8 pounds 7 oz and a beautifully formed little body. Immediately, Hank was a screamer. He came out yelling (which will fit right in around here). 

The rest of the experience is hospital stuff. I have a lot of editorial comments regarding it all, but it is already slipping away to my mommy-hood. Hanky and I came home yesterday and we're beginning our real lives as a family of 5. We are all fine - wonderful even - still living in our Residence Inn. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger :) 

 The boys couldn't be more excited to be together (especially Hank)

 Buck and the baby. 

 In H's bassinette

Watch it, or I'll kiss you. 

Keep on Waiting - waiting for the world to change

We went to California Adventure for Mother's Day. The boys LOVE Chip and Dale. They were so excited to meet them, it was awesome. 

Haven't blogged in a week because I am as big as a house (or a small car, maybe) and just waiting for the babe to come in 4 days. I have a scheduled c-section due to medical reasons and it does make the waiting a bit easier knowing that there is an actual date out there and that it is very close. I'm mainly writing to say that we are all alive and well. Our home is still in the process of extreme renovation (HGTV- style). We won't be moving in until the beginning of June. We are still semi-happily living in our Residence Inn where they have included breakfast and dinner and lovely housekeeping services. My parents (the Joads) continue to be here to help with the boys as I waddle my way around and try not to fall asleep constantly. Nothing new really happens to us because nothing consistently seems to happen to us. How can we find new in ever-changing?

I don't sleep. If you've been pregnant or have ever lived with a pregnant woman, you will understand this. Thank goodness that everyone else seems to sleep ok. I am praying daily that I get a nesting instinct and accompanying surge of energy...but I'll live without it if I hit Friday and never feel it.

I'm not sure if I wrote about feeling the baby's toes through my belly the other day. RKZ and I could actually feel each of the toes on one of the baby's feet. Yes, it was crazy. Yes, it was weird. Yes, RKZ will no longer touch my stomach :)

"Who says, you can't go back!"

No pictures this post - just an update that we've moved for a third time to a Residence Inn Marriot very near to Disneyland. It's a 2 bedroom suite with breakfast and "light" dinner included. The housekeepers come every day to clean and they have Disney channel and a kid's pool. At first, I was anxious about staying here - but it's actually pretty nice. I am 38 weeks pregnant and incredibly awkward and tired. The baby is really big. RKZ and I could feel his toes through my belly! Freaky.

Our friends (Barbie and Ken) from Canada were here again and we walked (!) around Disneyland on Thursday. They left last Saturday.

Coincidentally, after we checked into this hotel, RKZ and Buck met up with an entirely different family of good friends from Calgary at the pool. We spent the morning swimming with them before they headed home.

Please come, little baby. Mommy is feeling done.