we're here! *

*Dear Reader,
You probably have noticed by this point that I have not mentioned a whole lot of details as to where "here" actually is. This is intentional. Knowing that this world wide interweb is pretty awesome, but also aware that I tend to share a lot on this blog anyway, we decided not to be quite as specific as to Where our Here is. Obviously I'll blog about local stuff, and you may get a general idea, but let's just say that I won't be putting up our house address like I did in Minneapolis.

:)

We officially moved our family into our new house on Sunday afternoon. We spent the ten days before that living with my folks, which was a really good decision. It was a great breather between moving out of the old house and moving into the new house. And we used that time to have the bedrooms painted before we moved the stuff in, unpack the kitchen and bathrooms and watch a lot of Olympics.

Now we're living in the midst of boxes.

Newsflash: it is impossible to get much of anything done with a newborn and a one year old. Oh, you knew this? I am learning to let boxes sit in the middle of the room and trying to be okay with it. And I am very grateful for all of the help we've had in moving furniture upstairs, boxes in from the garage and for my mom's help in a much needed trip to Target today.

We are thrilled to be here. Feels like a vacation home so far. We adore this house and the land it is on and keep talking about how the whole move just feels so right. And that is a really good feeling.

buh bye jij. buh bye anon

We left behind some very good friends in Minneapolis. I always felt so well cared for and looked after by our neighbors. On every side we had friends who really loved our little family, loved our little boy and stopped by for frequent "Ivar Visits."

George and Katherine lived behind us across the ally. And we loved them and they loved us right back. When I put Ivar down for naps and bedtime, I'd hold him on my hip as we twisted the blinds closed and Ivar would say, "nigh nigh jij. nigh nigh anon."

And when we pulled out of the garage, Ivar would look at their house, wave and say, "buh bye jij. buh bye anon." Katherine often came over with a ball she found while on a walk, or a toy she found that her kids used to play with. Ivar got some cool trucks this way.

When we came home from the hospital, this sign was taped to our door waiting to greet our new little girl from Katherine. It's hard to put into words how much we are going to miss our neighbors and friends on Girard Avenue.

sleep

Everyone says to sleep when the baby is sleeping. Which is terribly hard.

But to sleep when the Olympics are on? Seemingly impossible.

life lately

Six days after Elsie was born, the four of us moved out of our house so we could take apart the beds and cribs and box up the rest of our life. Our Ford Focus once again acted up on moving day. That car hates to move.

Seven days after Elsie was born we closed on the sale of our house and signed our names 900 times.

Eight days after Elsie was born we made the move with a 24 foot Uhaul packed to the ceiling.

Nine days after Elsie was born we hung the baby swing in the big oak tree in our new front yard, unpacked the kitchen and got the lawn mower charged and ready to ride.

And now we are living between our new house and my parents home, watching the Olympics, napping and getting our boxes unpacked.

It actually has gone quite smoothly. I'm exhausted, but that's sort of to be expected. Elsie is a champ and my parents have been fantastic in holding all the pieces together by holding a baby late at night,  getting up with a little boy at the crack of dawn and keeping this mama well fed. We couldn't do this without them.

Elsie's birth story

You know how they say every pregnancy is different?

They're right.

And you know how they say every labor and delivery is different?

They were right again.

I cannot get over how right they were. My stories with Ivar and Elsie are so different, you would wonder how we come to the same end result: a baby. But somehow, each birth story ends with a tiny bundle with whom I am wondrously in love. This tiny little Elsie, all snuggled up in a ball on my chest after every feeding, has grown my heart bigger. Amazing how there is always room for more and more love.

My birth story with her begins on Wednesday. I felt like things were beginning...I had some back pain, some moments where my belly tightened. But nothing notable until the middle of the night on Wednesday. Then the contractions were worth timing. They weren't unbearable, but they were in my back and it wasn't any fun either. Spaced about 10 minutes apart, I kept thinking of all the stories I have heard of baby #2 just "shooting out of me" and since we were three days overdue, I decided to call my mom so she was here with Ivar if things progressed quickly.

She arrived at 4:30am and by the time she walked in the door I was packed and ready. Except my contractions had stopped. So we all slept until 6:30 when Ivar decided it was time to start the day. He was noisy and agitated. He never wakes up that early and was crabby about everything. At one point I heard him say "mama's phone" and this is only noteworthy because it would be four days before I finally found where he had hidden "mama's phone." An unfortunate time to lose your phone and phone numbers...just before having a baby.

My blessed mother took Ivar home with her at 8:00 so that Rory and I could sleep. We slept until 10 and woke up new creations.

We went to my scheduled OB appointment together. I was sitting in the lab as they took my blood pressure and was telling my nurse that I had been changing my underwear hourly since about 4:00 the day before. I laughed and made a comment about how bodily pregnancy is and how strange some of the symptoms can be, bodily, like peeing your pants slowly. But the nurse didn't really laugh, and soon all of the other lab techs had turned their heads to look at me. They kept their eyes on me as my nurse said, "that's probably amniotic fluid. Your water may have broken."

Big Difference #1:
Now if you remember, my water breaking with Ivar was quite dramatic. I liken that moment to a fire hydrant being drained on a hot summer day. It was an unmistakable moment during my labor with Ivar in which I cycled through every pair of pajama pants and ended up sitting on a black yard bag all the way to the hospital. But this was so slow. Nothing like I expected.

The doctor did two tests and told us she was sending us straight to the hospital. It was such a surprise. I was having no contractions. I was feeling great. We had already planned on having Taco Bell for lunch. But now I was going to have a baby instead. We ran home, grabbed the suitcase, told our neighbors we were about to have the baby, and drove to the hospital.

They took me to a room right away. My nurses were waiting in there for me. I went to the bathroom to put on my hospital gown and made a joke about having closed the door...I knew we were about to all get to know each other beyond the need for privacy.

They hooked me up to pitocin and told me I could have my epidural whenever I wanted. I was dilated three centimeters and I was going to have this baby quickly so I didn't have to wait any longer to have the epidural.

It felt like cheating. I didn't feel like I had earned it yet. But I took it.

Big Difference #2:
After my epidural with Ivar I have often commented that my epidural was the best moment of my life, followed six hours later by the birth of my first born son. And I'm sort of exaggerating when I say that and sort of completely serious. My epidural with Ivar was along the lines of euphoric.

But this time it was a little different. I got the shot and immediately felt nauseous. Started throwing up pretty soon after and threw up even through the pushing. I lay back and I could feel the epidural moving up my body...my chest felt tight and then my tongue felt fat. I told the nurse and she had me sit up immediately so gravity could help the epidural back down. I couldn't move my toes and when it was time to push I had no idea where I was supposed to push.

I remember with Ivar's epidural I still could feel the contractions a tiny bit and knew exactly where to direct my pushing. But this time I just tensed my body as hard as I could, bearing down and hoping that what I was doing was sort of in the right spot.

It also made my skin itch. I was so itchy.

It wasn't as awesome as Ivar's, but I still plan on having an epidural with my future babies. I know I was having some strong contractions, but I didn't have to feel them. So I'm still a fan.

My labor progressed slowly. Rory went to get subway and came back with a Real Simple magazine for me. We watched HGTV and Rory read parts of the paper to me. It was very low key. We were just waiting for the nurse to tell us we were progressing.

After seven hours it was discovered that I had a second bag of water. They called it a fore bag, and I have no idea what that means other than the baby was pushing hard to get into position, but this second bag was slowing things down. My nurse broke that bag and told me we would have a baby very soon.

Our doctor appeared with her purse on her shoulder, made a comment about the traffic on 62, set her purse and bags down, and told me we were ready to have a baby.

Big Difference #3:
I pushed for ten minutes. TEN MINUTES! I pushed for two hours with Ivar. But this baby was ready.

Rory had told the doctor that he did not want to make the gender call. It felt like too much pressure. So it was the doctor who announced, "it's a girl!" And I was overcome with happiness.

I cried the ugly cry. Couldn't believe my ears. I had done a pretty decent job to convince myself it would be a boy, mostly because I knew I really wanted a little girl. And I was nervous about feeling something less than joy when the baby came. But when she said it was a girl, I could hardly believe it. The past nine months I have bought a few items for a little girl...hoping. And then she was laying on my chest.

Elsie was beautiful. She looked so much like Ivar to me, just after he was born. I was taken by her fingers...they are so long with beautiful nails. She kept them by her face and snuggled in a little ball on my chest.

The ending of this birth story is the same as Ivar's. Our hearts were overflowing, we were instantly in love. Elsie is wonderful. She sleeps a lot, eats a lot and fills her diapers like a champ.

We're gonna keep her.