Monday, February 26, 2007

Workin' at the car wash

It was a beautiful weekend in San Antonio....a sunny 73 degrees. For all my Chicago friends, yes, it's February. I know you're cold up there. Sorry to rub it in, but you can write me in August when it's 80 up there and 105 down here.

Sunday was a car wash kinda day...and we put Maddie to work. Hey, she's got to earn her share around here! She did a great job and got that passenger side door cleaned up. She washed it like, oh, 15 times. The rest of the car was still dirty, so she's grounded.

She also got bored with cleaning Zak's truck, so she decided to wash my car that was parked in the garage.

Cue the music!

Workin' at the car wash.Workin' at the car wash yeah !
Come on and sing it with me car wash.
Get with the feelin' y'all car wash yeah. Come summer the work gets kind a hard
This ain't no place to be if ya planned on being a star.
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if ya act a fool.
At the car wash
Talkin' about the car wash yeah!
Come on and sing it for me car wash.Car wash yeah!
(Work and work) Well those cars never seem to stop comin'.
(Work and work) Keep those rags and machines hummin'
(Work and work) my fingers to the bone

(Work) at five I can't wait 'til it's time to go home
Hey get your car washed today.
Car wash talkin' about the car wash yeah!

Woo car wash

Watch this video of Maddie playing in the bubbles.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

A conversation with sound effects

"Oh, honey, look how sweet she is. She looks at me with such adoring eyes."

As if on cue....Brooke FARTS. A very loud fart, with a little poop for good measure.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Who's your sister?

Maddie knows that Brooke is her sister, but sometimes gets confused when she is excited or talks too fast.

On several occasions, she has referred to her SISTER Brooke as her "BrotherUncle Brooke."

It makes me laugh every single time.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Brooke's Birth Story, Part II

I separated Brooke's birth stories because the first one is really The Story of her Birth, and this post is what happened after she was born. It's really just me whining and complaining. Here's the rest of the story:

After Brooke was born we had an hour alone with her to bond and take pictures. She started to nurse right away and was alert and precious.

After that hour, the nurses came in to weigh, measure, put goop in her eyes, poke her, and test her. Needless to say, I didn't like that part. They pricked her heel to measure her blood sugar which was "too low," then pricked her other heel a few minutes later to re-test the blood sugar which was "a concern" to them. The nurse decided she needed some "formula mixed with sugar" to increase her levels, and announced she would be taking her to the nursery for the next three hours to give her the concoction and also a bath.

"Hell NO!" was my first response. To put it mildly, I'm not a fan of formula (especially for an hour old baby), nor am I a fan of removing a baby from her mother's arms immediately after birth. Nature didn't intend for things to work that way.

Now, this is when I really became the patient from hell. I know Zak was embarrassed and everyone MUST have known that I had JUST GIVEN BIRTH and was very tired, hormonal and as protective as a bear of her new born cub. "Three hours? Why does it take three hours?" There is no reason why a bottle (which Zak or I could have given her if they insisted she get sugar) and a bath (also not immediately necessary) would take three hours.

I continued to question everything they were doing to Brooke...."she doesn't need that ointment in her eyes, we're trying to get to know her now, must she be tested for XYZ this very second, when can we move to our recovery room, please take out my IV, when can I take off this blood pressure cuff..." I was just so pleasant.

I suppose I should have chosen a midwife to deliver my baby at a birthing center. That is really the kind of experience that I wanted...a non-medical one. The only problem is that I REALLY wanted an epidural. Midwives don't do epidurals, and knowing the magical powers of an epidural, I decided to deliver at a hospital. Blah.

Anyway, because I am just another stupid patient who only has a half a brain, and doesn't know what's good for her baby, they took Brooke. I immediately started crying, and they ended up sending in a doctor to "explain to me" why she needed to go to the nursery. "YES, I understand that her blood sugar is a concern and must be addressed...okay, give her some sugar." Those of you who know me, you would probably agree that I think I'm pretty smart and more educated than average, but am reasonable enough to admit I am not a doctor. Low blood sugar is a problem that must be addressed. My point was I didn't agree with REMOVING her from my sight for three hours just to give her a bottle and bath.

Brooke was in the nursery for a little under three hours. Probably because I harassed the nurses by calling the nursery twice and sending Zak once to check on her. Her blood sugar stabilized within that time, and she hasn't had a problem with it since.

We were finally moved to the recovery room, which was actually a very fancy suite that we were required to pay extra for BEFORE we were even allowed to move in. That's another story that you can ask Zak about.

Maddie came to the hospital the next day where she was introduced to her new baby sister:

Friday, February 16, 2007

Fun with Videos

Maddie must have had so much fun at school on Valentines Day. When I picked her up from school, her teacher looked exhausted and ready to cry, and the 15+ TWO year old kids were running around like wild monkeys.

She said, "I begged the director to not give this class the cupcakes AND let them eat some candy, but she did it anyway."

Maddie came home with her sugar high in a VERY happy, VERY talkative, and in a VERY silly mood. I took this video of her spinning in circles as she tells me she only had ONE candy. Yeah right.

Monday, February 12, 2007

From Hawaii

I got the most beautiful flowers today Fed-Ex'd strait from Hilo, Hawaii. They still had Hawaiian dew on them! Here's a picture:

Thanks Mom!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Family update--week one

The last week has been very busy in our house. We're grateful for the family and friends who have stayed with us and stopped by for a visit. Both Grandfathers, Grandma Mary and Grandma Wendy, Uncle Marcus, and Aunt Terra have all met Brooke.

Brooke is a true joy, and Maddie is a fantastic big sister. Maddie is far less clingy to me than she was during the last few weeks of my pregnancy. She understands (I think) that Brooke lives with us and is part of our family. She asks to see Brooke in the morning and tells her good night, she is concerned when Brooke cries and wonders where she is if she can't see her. We've had no jealously issues. Knock on wood.

Brooke is doing great. She eats on demand which is usually every 3 hours during the day and every 5 (FIVE!) hours at night. We initially had concerns about her losing too much weight. She was spitting up quite a bit after each feeding. We took her to the doctor on Monday (4 days old) and she had lost about 11 oz. The doctor also did a bilirubin test (since she was looking a little jaundice) which came back a little higher than we wanted to see. The doctor had a few concerns with her bilirubin levels and asked that we come back on Friday. On our return visit, she hadn't gained much, and the doctor suspected that Brooke's weight was mis-measured in the hospital and she really was less than 7 lbs. 12 oz. at birth. Brooke didn't "look like a shruken baby" and the doctor found it hard to believe her weight was down that much considering that she was nursing well. Unfortunately, her bilirubin increased from Monday to Friday, but not enough for the doctor to advise us to do anything different.

So....we will go back to the doctor this week on Monday and Friday for another weight and bilirubin check. Zak and I are confident that she is fine, and we believe this will all work itself out in a week or two with plenty of love and lots of breast milk!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Brooke's Birth Story, Part I

Here she is!!! Click here to watch a video.

Thursday, 2/1/07: Started out as a normal day. I went shopping at Old Navy for some Maddie clothes, came home and framed our pregnancy photos and painted wooden B-R-O-O-K-E letters to hang in her room. I was having contractions all day (all week, actually), but nothing that was too bad. I had a feeling that I would go into labor before my due date (2/6/07). I had some tell tale labor signs that I kind of blew off (increased energy, low appetite, and some other more personal signs of labor that I won't mention).

Zak came home from work and we had dinner with Maddie and put her to sleep, we watched a little TV. I decided to head for bed about 9:30, and as I was walking up the stairs I felt a little trickle of water. In hindsight, I definitely broke my water at that point. At the time, I didn't think I did because it was just a little bit of fluid. (When my water broke with Maddie it was a tidal wave!)

I went to bed, but didn't sleep much as my contractions became more and more severe over the next two hours. I really wanted to wait until morning before going to the hospital (since we didn't have a "What if we go into labor in the middle of the night?" plan), but Brooke had her own plan.

Friday, 2/2/07: I woke up Zak at midnight. You know, all movie like, "Wake up, honey, It's time!" Just kidding, he pretty much jumped up when he noticed I got out of bed. My water was still leaking, and I called the doctor who just so happened to be the physician on call that night (yea!) who told me to come to the hospital.

The problem was that there was no one to DRIVE me the 15 miles to the hospital. The closest family member was in Austin (Aunt Terra), but she was still over an hour away. We didn't even think to call my 19 year old brother-in-law, Uncle Marcus, who we later discovered was in San Antonio that night! We couldn't leave Maddie alone, and Zak wouldn't let me drive myself (although I think I could have at this point). I was also unable to think clearly with contractions every 3-5 minutes. We were trying to gather last minute things for my suitcase and trying to figure out what to do with Maddie. We didn't want to wake her up if at all possible because, well there are lots of reasons why one should not wake up a sleeping 2 year old. I called a new friend, and she agreed to take me to the hospital. When you have to call a family member or an old friend in the middle of the night, you don't feel bad at all, but a NEW friend is a different story! I felt so bad for waking her up.

I checked in to the hospital alone at about 2:00 a.m. and found that I was 3-4 centimeters dialated. Terra was smart enough to call Marcus who came over about 45 minutes after I left, so Zak could get to the hospital.

I think I labored for about 45 minutes until the epidural sent directly from heaven arrived. No woman should have ever had to or should ever in the future have a baby without an epidural. Period. It completely changes the birth experience in about 60 seconds. You go from tense, angry pain all the way to sweet, sleepily relaxation in seconds. HEAVEN.

At 6:00 a.m. I had the need to push, and we did for a few minutes and the doctor decided my cervix wasn't ready and I needed to wait.

At 8:00 a.m I KNEW I was ready to push and did so for about 8 minutes (which felt much longer than it sounds), and Brooke made her way into the world. I don't recall what I said or what I felt that very second, but I remember that the doctor was holding the baby upside down for what seemed like a very long time. I also knew she wasn't crying. I asked if she was okay and why she wasn't crying. Everyone assured me she was fine.

My awesome doctor (pictured below) said, "Here you go, Zak, give your baby to your wife," and handed the very wet and very icky Brooke to a very startled Zak. Never expecting this, he said, "What do I do with her?"

Zak put the baby on my belly and we rubbed her dry, and finally heard Brooke's first cry.

To be continued....

Friday, February 02, 2007


We happily announce the birth of our daughter....

Brooke Alexandra
2/2/07 8:08 a.m.
7 lbs. 12 oz.
19.5 inches

She is beautiful and looks like her big sister. We are both doing well.

Pictures and her birth story will soon follow.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Blog name change?

When I started this blog in August of 2005, I never thought a.) it would last this long b.) we would have another baby. I was very sure (like 97%) that Maddie would be an only child. Zak always just smiled and said, "um hm" in the way he sweetly disagrees with me without outright disagreeing, you know, as to not start an argument. After nearly 14 years (ohmigod!) or so of being together, he's really good at that trick.

I picked the URL and name of the blog to be "Maddie The Girl" because we often call her "The Girl" when talking about her. Like, "Are you going to get The Girl from daycare or do you want me to pick her up." And, "It's your turn to change The Girl's poopy diaper!"

Well...we will have another GIRL any day now. Just for the sake of my huge readership (ha!), I don't want to change the URL (and I just wouldn't know how anyway), but I suppose I can change the name of the blog. But, to what?

This is one of those things that if I don't change it, I will forever hear from Girl #2, "Maddie always gets the --best, first, most, newest-- and I get nothing!" Well, it's kinda true, I suppose. Kid number two always gets the short end of the stick. Sorry.

There are really no cutesy names that I can use that combine Maddie with the baby's name (the name is still a secret--except Zak actually told his boss at his work baby shower, and I almost passed out). I don't want to use anything personal (like our last names) because there are crazies out in Internet land.