My Five Month Old

As much as it breaks my heart that my little baby is growing so much every day, it's also really exciting to see all of her newly discovered talents. This month, she found her feet....and boy, did she love her feet! Especially her toes.  Add to the list, Ellie is able to semi-successfully sit up on her own. Sometimes she does the lawn-chair fold, but each day she gets better. She loves bouncing in her bouncer and has also discovered her voice.  

The downside to finding her voice? Ellie LOVES to scream. Not upset screaming, just an excited-I'm-making-this-noise scream.It's cute...until it's an all day past-time.

Ellie also had her first Valentine's Day. We did nothing special, but I did have my own baby photo shoot. She giggled as I kissed her all over. Unfortunately, after I snapped this cute photo, she slid over on the chair and transferred the red lipstick onto the chair. 

I've yet to get it out.

My photogenic baby!

We finally had our first doctor visit that wasn't a part of her well child checkup. She battled a cold when she was about a month and a half, but other than that she's been perfectly healthy. However, for about two weeks, she started tugging on her ears. At first, I was afraid that she had an ear infection. She had no fever, but the continued pulling and sometimes crying made me somewhat paranoid. What if she had an infection and I was blowing it off? And it was affecting her hearing? Ha! So we took her in.

The NP reported her ears were perfectly fine. Just hairy...

She can thank her daddy later for that one.

My Favorite Four Month Old!

We've reached four months old. Big girl is 16 lbs 12 oz and 25 1/4 in long. Ellie has finally decided to share her sweet laughter, rolls back and forth, reaching and (somewhat) playing with her toys. We also decided to incorporate baby foods, due to Ellie watching our forks move from plate to mouth and the crazy amounts of drool she had.

First food introduced: a mashed banana. She spit it right back out, still had the tongue extrusion. So week by week, we would try. But instead of a banana, I bought organic applesauce. Now that, she loved! 

As her fourth month of life was coming to an end, my career of being a stay at home mom was also ending. This is possibly the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Having a baby pales in comparison to having to leave baby with a stranger. Someone else doing all the things I'm perfectly capable of doing. 

However, we found a wonderful lady, who I will refer to as The Nanny. There was an instant "click" when we met her for coffee. I would love to be home with Miss E...but if I can't, The Nanny is more than capable in my book. Also, E has accepted her into the house, which is the most important factor.

On to the next month...

Three Months Down.

Three. Months. Old. 

I should be returning to work, but that's not as easy as it sounds. When I was sent home on light duty at 28 weeks pregnant, I was itching to go back to work. Now, the thought of being separated from Ellie was just overwhelming. I just couldn't do it. So, Jerry and I discussed the pros & cons of returning to work this early, and decided it was best to stay home. 

Ellie is approximately 15 pounds based on our home scale. She is starting to enjoy tummy time (as compared to the screaming fits and leg kicking she used to exhibit). She is starting to give big, toothless grins more often. Sleeping more through the night. Learning to sit up in our Bumbo. 

Three months of successful breastfeeding. What does that mean? It means I deserve the Bronze Boob award. Apparently, my next award is at six months and is silver. Regardless, these are made-up achievements. But after all of the struggle and sacrifice, a bronze award sounds pretty cool right now.

Oh, I also started babywearing. This may have been started last month, but I'm not sure. The K'Tan is super easy to use, and was great for around the house chores. We upgraded to the Ergo and loved it for grocery shopping! Ellie was obviously very comfortable...she was asleep within minutes and slept throughout the trip. 

Parenting is definitely a learn-as-you-go. Babies cry. A lot. Eventually you learn what each cry means. If after eating, clean diapering, etc. and Ellie was still upset, Dad could always do the trick.

This month, we got to meet Santa and open presents. Jerry and I were both grinches and did not set up a tree or hang lights. I did put up a few decorations, including stockings, but other than that...nada. Thankfully, Ellie doesn't know the difference and her next Christmas we will be home with family and it will be like she never missed anything. Here are our Christmas pictures. Santa was so excited he was able to hold her! 

Our Christmas dress that Lulu sent us! 

A true Alaskan Santa. Complete with the Fur Boots. 

It's hard being a little one. Cloth diapers and baby legs, the best around the house outfit. 

Two Month Victories

Two months old, and my has she changed! She is up 3 lbs 6.5 oz from birth, all from breastfeeding! Seriously, this is probably more of a mom accomplishment. She loves to eat, watch TV or look at bright lights, swinging in her swing...and most of all, mommy! 

To go on top of the breastfeeding accomplishment, Ellie finally learned to latch without using a nipple shield. Nipple shields are, for lack of better words, a pain in the butt. I had to clean them after every feeding, which was still every 1-2 hours. Then, when Ellie was hungry, it was always this scramble to find one that was close, or wash it quickly before she went into full-blown meltdown. Needless to say, the transition was heaven. No more nipple shields. I'm too nervous to throw them away though. Just in case. 

I would have to say, our biggest issue these first two months was definitely the never-ending diaper rash! She has had one documented since three days old. Pampers Sensitive caused a chemical burn. So we switched to Huggies Sensitive. She continued to have this nasty raw, blistery rash. I felt awful. We spent tons on diapers, creams, prescription ointments..I even went as far as to eliminate dairy from my diet to help; and that was probably the most difficult thing to do. Dairy is in everything. Finally, we gave in and tried this weird suggestion of cloth diapers. These helped tremendously! And they aren't as bad as everyone thinks. 1) Breastfed baby poop is water soluble, so it washes out easy peasy. 2) No blow outs (which Ellie is infamous for). 3) Money saver. PLUS 4) They have super cute prints.

Another not-so-fun issue: baby acne coupled with heat rash. My sweet girl looked awful. And apparently, this is normal. But no one warns you about it. Heat rash is very common, especially with breastfeeding. So there's your heads up. 

Unfortunately, living away from family, we miss all of the holidays. Our Thanksgiving was spent Facetiming with family (a blessing to have that technology) and individual pictures were taken of us holding Ellie. She was wearing an outfit that Lulu sent for her. 

Ellie and Daddy. Twins. 

And that was the gist of our first two months. Diaper rashes and baby acne. But beyond that, lots of loving and cuddles. I miss her being this tiny already.

Ellie Is One Month Old!

October 30th. One month down, a lifetime to go. As an avid Pinterest-er, I had all these ideas of how to do these cute monthly updates. But, it's not as easy as it looks. 

Looking back, my heart is overflowing with love. 

Breastfeeding. Wow. No wonder so many women give up in the first few days after delivery. It is supposed to be this easy, "natural" thing your body does. Well, it's not easy. It is natural, yes, but that doesn't make it feel any less awkward. Or painless for that matter. I seriously didn't understand why women would want a second, third, etc. baby after the trials of a first. Ellie ate for 45 min - 1 hr every two hours. So, I had an hour before I was strapped back down to be this 'milk cow'. (I truly felt like a cow, and that was all I was good for). Thankfully now, after a few months of successful breastfeeding with all of its ups and downs, I love the bond we have developed... and feel far from a milk cow! 

Ellie did all normal one-month old things: eating, sleeping and pooping. A LOT of pooping. I have never seen so many dirty diapers. It was quite comical. Because she was such an avid pooper, Jerry refused to change her diapers, for fear of having it touch his hand. I think he changed one diaper while she was itty-bitty. (He's changed 3 her whole life, so far). The first time he changed her, he didn't put it on tight enough and had poop down the front of him.

She was also really good with head control-from the get-go. Her favorite things were her soothie lamb, being rocked by daddy, and bright lights. She hated, hated, hated bath time and diaper changes. She pooped throughout bath-time, screaming her head off. Also, while changing her diaper, she would poop on you mid change, or right after you got a clean diaper under her.

As hard as this month was, I wouldn't change a thing. A day after her "month" birthday, was her first Halloween. So, Happy Halloween! 

Life With A Newborn

I want to start off by saying that having a baby is no walk in the park. (Anyone that tells you differently is lying). I am simply amazed that I was able to do what I did, and survive. It is empowering to know what you can do as a woman and as a mother. The beauty is, after all of that hard work, you have this sweet baby. And  just like that, you are overwhelmed with love and forget all of the horrendous stuff that happened. 

Ellie's first week of life, I had back-up. Lulu (otherwise known as my mom) was here. She helped me with sleeping at night, calming Ellie down when I just couldn't figure it out, making meals, etc. Seriously, she was a blessing. But, unfortunately, she had to leave...and my heart broke. She knew exactly what to do, yet I could barely get through the day. It does take a village to raise a child, and my village was leaving! 

So, back to reality.  Lulu is gone. I was overwhelmed. It was Jerry, Ellie and then whatever was left of my sanity. It's no joke that newborns are exhausting. They are. And that whole "sleep when they sleep".... right. Because then you still have to take care of yourself, make meals, keep the house clean, etc. 

On top of all that, no-one really tells you how hard it is to recover from having a baby. It's awful. It's gross. And then throw baby blues on top of that. I still can't believe we survived. 

We adjusted to this new lifestyle. It wasn't just "us" anymore. We couldn't just drop everything and go out. In our case, we couldn't just drop her off with the grandparents. We are essentially alone here in Alaska. As I'm writing this, we have yet to have a date night, and Ellie is almost 5 months old.

But with all the not-so-fun, crazy, sleepless days and nights....there's this beautiful side to being a parent. This perfect, resilient little person....is yours. And you learn a lot. Quickly. We've learned that no matter how much we prepared, how many books we read, or how many items we bought...nothing really mattered. Ellie decided what she liked and that was it. We bought a bathtub seat. She showers with us. Bassinet. She sleeps with us. Her nursery and all of it's glory. It's used as a room to change her diaper. That's it. You get the picture. 

Even though I may have felt like giving up, I'm so glad I didn't. Life means so much more now. A simple smile makes my whole day.

She's Here!

Jerry, mom and I hustled to the car. We had yet to do a 'practice run' and Jerry had never driven my car. Needless to say, I was in labor and irritated that he was driving so "slow".  There were words. And raised voices.

Thankfully, Providence Alaska Medical Center is 5.6 miles from our house. 

After we arrived, we checked in and I was taken to L&D triage. The nurse put the monitors on me and it didn't pick up any contractions. HOWEVER, I was feeling something. After about ten minutes, she finally checked me. To all of our surprise, I was dilated to 8 centimeters. EIGHT. Baby can come out at ten. She apologized she didn't check sooner and they swiftly took me to my delivery suite. 

I was terrified. I thought for sure being at 8 cm dilated, I would not get an epidural. I needed the epidural. Jerry was terrified and wasn't even holding my hand. (I still playfully hold that against him). I was doing everything I could not to cry. The anesthesiologist on call, Dr. Norman (who I had worked with while doing my fellowship in the O.R.) came in after about 30 minutes and wanted to discuss the epidural with me. Pros, cons, etc. I told him I didn't need to hear it and to give me the epidural. I think he was a little miffed that I blew the education off, but really. I knew what I wanted. And for goodness sake, I'm about to have a baby.

The on call OB from Alaska Women's Health came to visit me and check on things. She introduced herself, Dr. Heather Bane. (See where the Batman thing is funny now?) We went over my birth plan and expectations; and she told me when it was closer, she would come back. 

After I rested for about two hours, everything started to go pretty quickly. It was finally time. I quickly touched up my makeup, made sure our baggy of Texas soil was under the delivery table, so that Ellie would be born "above Texas ground", and made sure mom was ready to take pictures.

My water broke. Dr. Bane was called. Then, I pushed for maybe 10 minutes.

I'm going to do us all a favor and cut out all of the gory details that you prepare for but really aren't prepared for....

On September 30, 2013 at 2:23 am, our beautiful Ellison Dean Powell was born. She weighed 8 lbs 4 oz, was 20.5 inches long. All of the nurses gushed over how 'healthy' she was. Surprisingly, I did not cry... but I was absolutely head over heels for this little girl! 

Headed home. We had to use her last pair of socks as mittens, because she was scratching her face like crazy! I loved this outfit, even if it made her look like the Chiquita Banana lady.