A tribute to my mom.

My mom is pretty amazing. She sacrificed two weeks out of her time to come stay with us and help out when Lincoln was born. I'm impressed she was able to put up with us for so long and I cried the day she left. She had such a magical way with Lincoln and Boston and I don't know how she does it. She's such a wonderful woman and one of my personal heros. We love and miss her very much and are looking forward to their next visit in April when Mark finally graduates!!

Do as I'm doing...

Boston has been such a little copycat lately and it's fun to see all the stuff he's picking up on.

One night while my mom was staying with us he put on her reading glasses and started typing on her computer like he was hard at work.

He likes to wear my headbands and always has an ingenious way of doing so. Here's one of many.

He loves walking in other people's shoes and he's actually pretty good at it.

This is one of my favs... he put on my nursing cover and even kept looking down the top because he must see me always doing that. You can tell by the look on his face how thrilling he thought it was.

We're grateful for all the laughs he brings to our home.

Lincoln's Birth Story...

Lincoln was a VBAC which stands for vaginal birth after cesarean. I had a c-section with Boston because he was breech (feet first) and since it was planned I never got to experience any of the joys of a vaginal birth like contractions and having my water break, etc. I have no complaints about my prior c-section because it was still a great experience and I had a really easy recovery but I still wanted the "natural" birth experience. So here it goes:

Tuesday March 9th:
10am: Dialated 1 cm. and 50% effaced. My midwife said I was measuring big and that she thought the baby would be "at least 9 lbs." and that he might be too big to fit through my pelvis so she stripped my membranes to try and speed things up. (Thankfully she was wrong on both counts!)
11pm: I was having contractions 7 min. apart and they were getting unbearable so we went to the hospital (I wanted drugs!)
11:30-12:30: When we got there I was dialated 2 cm. and 90% effaced (yay progress!!) They gave me pain meds and monitored me for an hour ... nothing changed so they sent us home. I was just relieved to have some temporary relief from the pain. They said it would last about 6 hours.

Wednesday March 10th:
1:30-3:30: I was finally able to get some sleep.
3:30: I woke up with really painful contractions that were 5 min. apart.
5am: I woke up Mark and told him we needed to go back to the hospital (I wanted more drugs!)
5:30: I was 5 cm. and 90% effaced. Yay, more progress so we knew this was the real thing!! I said "Is it too soon to ask for an epidural?" Thankfully it wasn't.
6:30: I got my epidural and they checked me again. The midwife said I was at 8 or 9 cm. and fully effaced. My water broke and she told me that the baby was coming really fast and she didn't think I would make it until 8am (shift changes).
7am: My contractions were really strong and really close together ... I was in heaven because I couldn't feel any of it. With each contraction the baby's heart rate would drop and take a while to return to normal so they gave me a shot to stop my contractions.
8am: no baby, no contractions.
9am: contractions start again.
10am: they are getting closer together.
11am: they are getting really strong and the baby starts to descend ... he's at zero station when they decide they need to stop my contractions again. I'm starting to realize this is going to be a long day because we're just going in circles.
12pm: no baby, no contractions.
1pm: the dr. comes in and starts talking about the possibility of a c-section if his heart rate starts dropping again. I kind of just zone him out because I'm so focused on having a vaginal birth.
2pm: contractions start.
3pm: Lincoln has descended to +2 station and they tell me I can start pushing. I was so exhausted and didn't think my pushing would be very effective since I was so sleep deprived but they were very encouraging.
3:30: The midwife keeps getting called out of the room by the Dr. who is telling her he's not comfortable with the situation - he's watching the baby's heart rate on a monitor from another room but I keep pushing.
3:45: The Dr. comes in and says "This can't go on any longer we need to get this baby out right now and my colleagues agree that we need to do a c-section immediately." I cry "No!" and he tries to tell me my baby will be brain dead but for some reason I just don't believe him. The midwife asks him if he can at least try forceps first and the Dr. said the baby was still too high for that to work.
3:50: They start preping for the c-section and I start pushing like my life depended on it. When the Dr. comes back in the room he observes that the baby is now low enough and that the forceps might work. He grabs the forceps and tells me to push.
4:03: Lincoln was delivered with the cord wrapped around his neck twice, his arm, and then his abdomen. No wonder he was in distress, poor guy.

My first chance to hold him. He was having a hard time breathing which is apparent by his flared nostrils in this pictures so they had to take him to the nursery right away and hook him up to a machine that helped to inflate his lungs. After an hour he was breathing well enough on his own.

After his first bath.

This first video captures his first cry which was such a welcomed sound because it took a while and it was making me nervous.

Our growing family...

Here are a few more pictures of our newest addition.

I love my boys!! How did I get so lucky?...

Boston brought Lincoln a "Happy Birthday" balloon. My mom tried to talk him into getting one that said "It's a boy" but he insisted on this one.

Don't you love his "briefcase" with his coloring books and crayons.

Boston loves to just watch him and it always makes me wonder what he's thinking.

Introducing...

Lincoln Simonsen (middle name undecided)

Wednesday March 10th at 4:03pm

7 lbs. 13 oz. - 19 in. long

it was a successful VBAC and we are all doing well.

We are deciding between Russell and George for his middle name... cast your votes.

Dear mom:

(I found this letter that I wrote my mom when I was younger and I thought it was still pretty applicable).

I love you mom! I'm looking forward to spending time together once the babe arrives.

Dear baby in my belly:

I guess I was not very clear earlier when I told you that you could feel free to be born anytime now. What I really meant to say was GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!!... in a very loving way of course. You are already keeping me up all night so I would much rather have you in my arms. I feel like I'm going to explode and we've outgrown most of my maternity clothes. This weekend daddy and I set up your bassinet and installed your car seat so the way I see it you've got to be out of excuses by now. We love you but please just come out!

Love, Mommy