Friday, December 11, 2009
We were visited by Mrs. Becky, Holly, Meme and Not-the-Grandpa, Grampy and Nana, Lacey, and Grammy. We had a beautiful wreath to adorn the door. We were sent flowers by Granny and Aunt Sheila. It was such a delightful experience getting to know Ryanne. She is such a great baby. You can't help but love her with your whole heart, with everything you are.
I can't believe that five months have passed so quickly. Five months ago today we brought you home for the first time. We have now enjoyed your precious eyes and smile for somewhere close to five months. You take pride in chewing on your little toes. You roll over, but only when you're angry. Grampy fed you strawberry ice cream (Dang it!) for the first time earlier this week, and BOY did you love it! You threw quite the temper tantrum when you didn't get it fast enough to suit your desires. You must take after your mom with your impatience. Poppa would be proud that you like strawberry ice cream. You still are not fond of laying on your tummy, but hey who is? What a chore it is. However, I'm not sure how you expect to learn to crawl when tummy is forbidden. Maybe you will just skip straight to walking. Today you finished your very first round of antibiotics. You're five months old and mommy has already failed to protect you from the germs of the outside world. Oh well, you're better now so I suppose it's okay.
What else are you up to my little five month old? Well, we still have no teeth. Carrots are your favorite, but you've also discovered the wonderful blueberries and apples combo. You're not much on veggies, but I certainly don't blame you. As you learn to love and understand your mommy - you'll know I detest them as well. Ahem, I mean I love vegetables. You should eat them. They're good for you. RIGHT. I thoroughly believe steak and potatoes provides all essential nutrients, but I digress. You are growing so fast. Your beautiful hair is starting to be visible and looks like you will finally have more than just my eyes - you just might share my hair as well. I'm glad to see that maybe you are related to me after all given the torture I subjected my body to in order to meet you. Anyway, precious girl, I love you and can't believe it's already been five months but I also don't remember life before you or fathom what it would be like without you. You're my world.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
So sorry to bore you with my antics, but in an effort to remember the journey that was Ryanne’s pregnancy and birth, I wanted to share a little bit before I forget any more about it.
As many of you may know, Ryanne was a surprise to Trey and I – but a much needed and even more appreciated surprise. I have always said that God will never give you more than you can handle. I truly believe that God took a great soul in Poppa on October 31, 2008 – but in return he blessed us with Ryanne. Although no one can ever replace my Poppa, Ryanne brings a light and smile into my life that no one else can.
After finding out that there was a baby on the way, Trey and I decided to move back to
Soon, we decided on the name Ryanne Annaliece and now that I have met my precious angel it could not be a more perfect name. We also considered Laurel Kensington, but Ryanne’s personality doesn’t seem to fit the name. We began by buying a bedroom set and painting the room pale celery green. We bought letters to spell her name and hung them on the wall. We put away gifts, clothes, diapers as they slowly rolled in. We had two baby showers, one thrown by Johni Beth, and the other by Meme and Nana. We are blessed to have the most wonderful and generous family and friends that truly did shower us with gifts. We could not have asked for more.
I’ll never forget the day that I sat down and my belly touched my thighs. I thought I was going to cry. My sweet hubby reminded me that I’m pregnant, and that is supposed to happen. Anyway, back to the story. By this time Ryanne was getting very close to arriving. I was exactly 9 months pregnant on the day of our final baby shower. Another month passed by, and still no Ryanne. (For those of you who are unaware, a pregnancy is actually ten months) On Fourth of July weekend, Trey and I went to
We returned home to go back to work the next week. Yes, I worked past my due date. Why not? On Wednesday, July 9 – I joked that it would be a good day to be born because her birthday would’ve been 7/8/09. She had other plans. I began to feel contractions, slight but obvious and called Trey then drove home. We then ventured to
My contractions stayed consist into the wee hours of the morning, but little to no progress was made. About 5 AM, Dr. Deed gave the instruction to start me on Pitocin – a drug to help stimulate the contractions. Soon they became stronger, and MUCH more painful. She came in and broke my water – which didn’t help matters. There was no turning back now. Ryanne would soon join us. They wanted me to dilate more before giving me an epidural. She came back after what seemed like an eternity and announced that I was now 4 cm and I COULD HAVE AN EPIDURAL. Praise the Lord! I thought I was dying . . . . After the epidural, things were much more fun. Time passed, I slept, five o’clock rolled around. Dr. Deed came back in to check me and announced I was complete. Oh wait, I was only 6 cm. Apparently Ryanne’s head was pulling my cervix down. She decided that she’d pull and I’d push and we’d meet in the middle. I delivered Ryanne at 6cm. I know – crazy! But I wouldn’t have had it any other way. After less than 30 minutes of pushing (I was a champ for a first timer they told me) Ryanne was born. 6:10 pm Friday, July 9, 2009 our precious little angel met her mommy and daddy, and we met her. They put her in my arms and there was no better feeling. It is amazing how much you can love such a little one that you just met. They take her away to clean her up and dress her, etc. I look over at Trey who has this look on his face like I’m dying as he gazes at Dr. Deed stitching up the wound from the Episiotomy. Boy, did his face scare me. Soon it was all better. We held our precious girl and moved into a room so that we could spend more time with her.
What a wonderful experience it all was! More about post-delivery later.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
6:10pm after about 36 hours of labor
fever. After her first sick baby appointment last tuesday, we learned
she had a ear infection and a chest cold. She has been on amoxicillin
and an inhaler since then. I am praying that this newly developed
fever is simply her teeth starting to come in. Prayers please . . .
As I watch Ryanne (our daughter) grow day by day, I decided that it is important, if not vital, to document every precious moment. So join us on our journey as a couple, a family, and parents learning to raise and be raised by our beautiful daughter.