A few days ago Will and I were looking for his Lightning McQueen car, and I told him we should pray and ask God to show us where it was. We still can't find it, but I told him to listen to his heart and God will direct us to where it is.
Then yesterday, we were outside playing and Will took my car keys and was playing with them in the backyard. I was busy mowing the lawn so I just let him go. When I was done I asked him where they were. "I don't know" he said. I told him he needed to go out and find them. He went outside again when he returned he said "I told God to tell me where they are, when he lets me know I'll go get them". Then he tapped the temple of his head with his pointer finger and said "Do you know why I'm doing this? So I can hear God better".
Ella's girlyness is getting more evident, and I love it! Lately when she is excited or happy about something she has been spinning in circles, twirling I guess, lifting her arms in the air, and making a girly squeal. She is also saying ball, and here you go. Sometimes I just love my job! What a blessing these kids are.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Ella Bob?
Ella has started so many things the last few weeks. She just makes me smile. Unless she is teething. Ug! Its the worst. Monday night she screamed for an hour, and was up twice in the night. When I got her up Tuesday morning she had her 4th tooth. I'm so glad, because with one all alone on top, she looked a bit like a hillbilly from the Ozarks. No offence for any of you who are.
Earlier this week she began giving me things saying "he doe". I'm pretty sure that was "here you go". Then today she was saying ball as we played catch. Oh and she loves to run away from you, turn, smile, do a little sinister laugh and continue on her way. "I'm gonna get you!" we say, then she runs faster. Well, if you can call it a run. She has also started testing the limits a bit. We have been teaching her she can't go in the street. The last few days she would just keep going and we'd chase her down and say "no" in a stern, I mean it, voice. Well, tonight I'd say "no" and she would take 2 more steps, sit, and smile at me; just on the other side of the sidewalk. Not in the street, but farther than she should be. Oh man...
Earlier this week she began giving me things saying "he doe". I'm pretty sure that was "here you go". Then today she was saying ball as we played catch. Oh and she loves to run away from you, turn, smile, do a little sinister laugh and continue on her way. "I'm gonna get you!" we say, then she runs faster. Well, if you can call it a run. She has also started testing the limits a bit. We have been teaching her she can't go in the street. The last few days she would just keep going and we'd chase her down and say "no" in a stern, I mean it, voice. Well, tonight I'd say "no" and she would take 2 more steps, sit, and smile at me; just on the other side of the sidewalk. Not in the street, but farther than she should be. Oh man...
Weatherman or Superman?
So since Jack has been back in school, Will and I have had so much more time to just sit and chat. I love just talking with him. He is a highly entertaining child. This week has been a little cooler than normal, the mornings are nice a crisp and it warms again by afternoon. Will pays close attention to the weather and asked if there was a cool front. I said "yes, that is what made it colder out. But its supposed to get warmer this weekend". Will replied "So there is a hot back coming?" Well, I guess if its a cold front it would make sense to be a hot back.
Another bit on his weather fascination, he loves severe storms. He doesn't really like the thunder or lightning, but he adores the computerized weather anouncements they play over the TV. You know the ones where you can't hear the program but says "...the national weather service has issued...." Its so funny, if it looks dark out, "mom! Check if there is a storm coming, make the t.v. do that scary thing!"
Today Will decided he wanted a cape. He was trying to fly around the living room and said he was going to save people. It didn't take too long, after he realized he couldn't fly, before he was tired with it. But here are a few cute pics.Adjustments
Jack is back to the ol' grind. School started Monday, August 16. A little too early in my book. When I was a kid, we would start the 20th at the earliest. Jack is creature of habit. He needs his schedule and routine. It always takes him a few days to get used to something different. I remember his first week last year. He came home and would just cry, he was a total wreck. And he was never really upset about anything in particular, just worn out and sad he didn't get as much time with me. This year is no exception. Monday and Tuesday were horrible! He is known for his fits, always has been, and he threw out some big ones both of those days.
Today, he came home fine. He went right in his room and said he needed to check something in his book bag and gave a sickened face. I knew something was wrong. I asked if anything had happened. He frowned like he does when he knows he has done something wrong and guilt washed over his face. "I got a discipline slip". Last year he would joke about getting them, because it seemed like he was untouchable. He did so good last year, and even earned 10 Character counts. (this is all a reward and discipline system) Well, you know what that means right? We discussed last year what would happen if he ever got one, no t.v. and to bed at 7 when Dad turns it on.It took me a while to actually figure out what happened. Apparently he got bored waiting in line in the hallway and decided to get out and and mess around. Not a HUGE deal, but I still need to be consistent.
He has been in his room for 52 minutes now. It breaks my heart to hear him cry and have to serve his punishment, but I sat down and explained to him that if there was no discipline for what he did wrong, he would turn into a really rotten kid. He understood and said "I guess I learned my lesson".
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Bumps, Bruises, and Bites
Its a good thing our family pictures were last week. While the boys were at grandma's Will ran into a piece of plywood which left a nice souvenir, Jack scratched his shoulder on something or other, and they both have various bug bites and miscellaneous scratches covering their legs. 
While they were gone Ella gave herself a fat lip after falling while carrying a cup. They all seem to be mending nicley, but boy they sure look like they've been through the ringer.
Friday, August 6, 2010
The Birth of William Lewis
August 30, 2006
I had my 36 week appointment today. I'm 2 cm and 50%, I still had to wait at least a week before this baby could come out. I was totally ready to have a break from work.
August 31, 2006
I received a call from my mother in law, by this time in my pregnancy I was getting daily calls asking how I was doing; so this was nothing new. But this call was different. I was informed that at 94, Lewis Grandfather, Francis, had passed away. We knew it had to happen sometime, but we were really hoping he would be able to meet the newest McCarthy. He just couldn't hold out, he had lived a long, life full of happiness and family. We morned the loss of a great man. We waited a few days to find out when the funeral would be. Lewis' brother would have to make the trek up from Alabama and we were waiting for him to get here. But then there was the question as to when our baby would arrive. I had been having contractions on a regular basis every evening. And already being 2 cm, we knew he would be coming early.
They planned the funeral for September 7th. I had a wealth of emotions. My doctor said she would strip my membranes for me at my 37 week app. That was planned for the 6th! I knew after she did that this baby would be coming. I really wanted to have this baby, even with how good I had physically felt, the mental toll of having regular contractions every night was exhausting, always being on the edge of labor, but nothing consistent enough to really kick it off. But now my plans were thrown out the window. I'm a big planner, and doing this to a hormonal pregnant woman just wasn't nice. Even if it wasn't anyone's fault.
September 6, 2006
One last visit to help us decide if I would make the trip out west for the funeral, I was 2 cm and 50% effaced. My doctor thought I would be able to make the trip out west, but something in my body told me I shouldn't go. I didn't want to be stuck giving birth in Winner, SD, that is the middle of nowhere. Do they even have epidurals? Lewis and I decided I would stay home and take an extra shift at work. My doctor agreed to see me the next day at 1 pm and strip my membranes then.
After my appointment Jack and I stopped at Rotary Park one last time before his brother would arrive. I remember sitting with him under a big pine tree and just trying to soak in what it was like to have just one kid. I knew very soon, that everything would change for all of us.
Lewis left in the afternoon and took Jack along for one last daddy and son trip. They enjoyed the time with family and even got to go fishing with Grandpa Dean, and I went to work. Another 4-9 pm shift filled with contractions every 10-15 minutes. So much fun! Can you sense the sarcasm?
September 7, 2006
I spent the morning preparing the house for the arrival of William, it was quiet and peaceful. I soaked in as much as I could to prepare for what was to come.
At 1:00 I headed over to the clinic, she checked me and said I was 3, a whole cm since the day before. She stripped me, ouch hurt that time, and I was on my way. I went home and took my ceremonial walk down the 21st ST boulevard to Phillips Ave. Its about 1.5 miles of the prettiest houses in town. I went home and took one last quiet bath and had my friend Krystal come over. She was due in early November, we were both so excited to have our baby boys so close in age. She stayed for about an hour, then I headed to work.
I think I went in at 4 that day. Earlier then I normally do, but since I didn't have Jack, I was trying to pick up some extra hours. It wasn't long after I got there that the contractions started. It was about 4:30 when I noticed they were coming anywhere between 5 to 15 minutes apart. But like I said above, I had them all the time so I was used to it and I was still able to keep working. I was able to stick it out all night. Towards the end of shift is was harder to talk on the phone through the contractions. My coworkers kept telling me to go home. But I knew I'd just be alone and at least there I had my mind busy. I reminded them I wasn't going to drop that baby on the floor, I was fine.
When I got home at 9:30, I took some Castor oil, which is supposed to keep contractions going or increase the speed of labor. I was not going to go through another stalled labor! Lewis and Jack returned home around 11 and the contractions became stronger and closer, about every 10 minutes. I called my Mom and Dad and had them come up so they didn't have to drive at 3 am. They arrived around 1 am, and went to bed in the basement so we could leave whenever we needed to.
September 8, 2006
After everyone was settled, I tried to lay on the couch and sleep. I think I was in and out of it for about an hour. None of the contractions had been a regular 5 minutes apart. I'd have 3 of them 5 minutes apart, one 3 minutes apart, then wouldn't have another one for 15 minutes. I remember feeling so frustrated, none of the baby books tell you that is a possible labor rythym. They are all supposed to be 5 minutes apart give or take 30 seconds, not 30 minutes! At 3 am, I went outside to look at the full moon and enjoy the quiet, cool air. I prayed and asked God to keep my labor progressing. I rubbed my belly and had a little chat with Will, "please, be a good baby and come out soon".
When I came inside, my dad must have heard me pacing around upstairs, because he came up to join me. He was welcome company, it wasn't any fun laboring alone, knowing that everyone else was in a peaceful slumber, and I wouldn't get to enjoy that again for several months. I labored quite well and was able to tolerate the pain. I spent much of my time leaning against my kitchen counter or squatting with my back against our couch. At about 5 my dad volunteered to get some video tapes for the camera so we could tape Will's birth. My mom got up shortly after and kept me company.
My dad returned around 6 and I woke Lewis and told him we would have to leave soon. My contractions were around 5 minutes apart, still not at all "regular", but I was unable to carry a conversation through my contractions. Jack woke up at 6:30, we gave him kisses and hugs and we were out the door by 7.
Four blocks away, we pulled into the valet parking, I got out with my pillows, praying they weren't going to send me home. When we arrived upstairs at the L and D I remembered I had forgotten to call and let them know I was coming! I can't think of everything at a time like this! We were put in the triage room since there weren't ready for us and there weren't any open rooms. Bright lights and Good Morning LA was playing in the background. To this day every time I see Jillian Reynolds ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jillian_Reynolds)I I think of the day Will was born. I didn't even get a nurse for the first hour I was there. But I didn't really mind. The contractions were still quite manageable. Lewis rubbed my hands, I got on my hands and knees on the bed and rocked back and forth. I had a head massager that worked wonders! By the time someone came in I was 5 cm.
We moved to my room at 9, by this time the contractions were getting stronger, but I could still tolerate them. I was honestly surprised how much better it was from my experience with Jack. At 3 cm I thought I was dying, and this time I was much farther and doing fine. But still I asked the nurse when I could get the epidural, she told me just as soon as my IV bag was empty. The only reason I really wanted it was from the horror story Cindi Gilland told me about natural delivery. Every woman would want to be infertile after hearing that one.
At 9:30 we put in the request for my drugs. The anesthesiologist came in and gave me my epi around 10. A few minutes later the nurse came in, checked me and said I was 7 cm. "Wow! Why did I even get the drugs?" I remember thinking. They weren't even really working anyway. Within 10 minutes they broke my water and 5 minutes after that I was 10cm. At 10:25 I began pushing. I could still feel everything. My stomach was a little numb, which took the cramping out of my abdomen, but that wasnt where the REAL pain was! The on call doctor was in the room, and he did a fantastic job coaching until Dr. Broderson arrived.
I just remember feeling so cheated. I got the drugs I shouldn't feel this! The burning pain was a major surprise. I remember pushing and pushing for what seemed like forever. Each time I thought would be the last. Looking back, I can totally tell he was my biggest baby. It took me 35 minutes to push William Lewis into the world, 10 minutes longer than Jack, and 25 minutes longer than my smallest, Ella, she was speedy. He took his first breath and let out an ear piercing scream, Lewis and I looked over at each other and wondered where that came from? He was a boy, they aren't supposed to scream like that!
William Lewis
9-8-06
11:03 am
8lbs 8oz
20 inches
Mommies first moments with her chubby little baby. I remember just looking at how big his hands were and they still are.
Showing Jack his little brother was one of the funnest experiences ever. We gave him a brother. Jack asked "does he have a wiener?"
The first day home is always filled with mixed emotions. A new family dynamic is exciting and frightening all at the same time.
I had my 36 week appointment today. I'm 2 cm and 50%, I still had to wait at least a week before this baby could come out. I was totally ready to have a break from work.
August 31, 2006
I received a call from my mother in law, by this time in my pregnancy I was getting daily calls asking how I was doing; so this was nothing new. But this call was different. I was informed that at 94, Lewis Grandfather, Francis, had passed away. We knew it had to happen sometime, but we were really hoping he would be able to meet the newest McCarthy. He just couldn't hold out, he had lived a long, life full of happiness and family. We morned the loss of a great man. We waited a few days to find out when the funeral would be. Lewis' brother would have to make the trek up from Alabama and we were waiting for him to get here. But then there was the question as to when our baby would arrive. I had been having contractions on a regular basis every evening. And already being 2 cm, we knew he would be coming early.
They planned the funeral for September 7th. I had a wealth of emotions. My doctor said she would strip my membranes for me at my 37 week app. That was planned for the 6th! I knew after she did that this baby would be coming. I really wanted to have this baby, even with how good I had physically felt, the mental toll of having regular contractions every night was exhausting, always being on the edge of labor, but nothing consistent enough to really kick it off. But now my plans were thrown out the window. I'm a big planner, and doing this to a hormonal pregnant woman just wasn't nice. Even if it wasn't anyone's fault.
September 6, 2006
One last visit to help us decide if I would make the trip out west for the funeral, I was 2 cm and 50% effaced. My doctor thought I would be able to make the trip out west, but something in my body told me I shouldn't go. I didn't want to be stuck giving birth in Winner, SD, that is the middle of nowhere. Do they even have epidurals? Lewis and I decided I would stay home and take an extra shift at work. My doctor agreed to see me the next day at 1 pm and strip my membranes then.
After my appointment Jack and I stopped at Rotary Park one last time before his brother would arrive. I remember sitting with him under a big pine tree and just trying to soak in what it was like to have just one kid. I knew very soon, that everything would change for all of us.
Lewis left in the afternoon and took Jack along for one last daddy and son trip. They enjoyed the time with family and even got to go fishing with Grandpa Dean, and I went to work. Another 4-9 pm shift filled with contractions every 10-15 minutes. So much fun! Can you sense the sarcasm?
September 7, 2006
I spent the morning preparing the house for the arrival of William, it was quiet and peaceful. I soaked in as much as I could to prepare for what was to come.
At 1:00 I headed over to the clinic, she checked me and said I was 3, a whole cm since the day before. She stripped me, ouch hurt that time, and I was on my way. I went home and took my ceremonial walk down the 21st ST boulevard to Phillips Ave. Its about 1.5 miles of the prettiest houses in town. I went home and took one last quiet bath and had my friend Krystal come over. She was due in early November, we were both so excited to have our baby boys so close in age. She stayed for about an hour, then I headed to work.
I think I went in at 4 that day. Earlier then I normally do, but since I didn't have Jack, I was trying to pick up some extra hours. It wasn't long after I got there that the contractions started. It was about 4:30 when I noticed they were coming anywhere between 5 to 15 minutes apart. But like I said above, I had them all the time so I was used to it and I was still able to keep working. I was able to stick it out all night. Towards the end of shift is was harder to talk on the phone through the contractions. My coworkers kept telling me to go home. But I knew I'd just be alone and at least there I had my mind busy. I reminded them I wasn't going to drop that baby on the floor, I was fine.
When I got home at 9:30, I took some Castor oil, which is supposed to keep contractions going or increase the speed of labor. I was not going to go through another stalled labor! Lewis and Jack returned home around 11 and the contractions became stronger and closer, about every 10 minutes. I called my Mom and Dad and had them come up so they didn't have to drive at 3 am. They arrived around 1 am, and went to bed in the basement so we could leave whenever we needed to.
September 8, 2006
After everyone was settled, I tried to lay on the couch and sleep. I think I was in and out of it for about an hour. None of the contractions had been a regular 5 minutes apart. I'd have 3 of them 5 minutes apart, one 3 minutes apart, then wouldn't have another one for 15 minutes. I remember feeling so frustrated, none of the baby books tell you that is a possible labor rythym. They are all supposed to be 5 minutes apart give or take 30 seconds, not 30 minutes! At 3 am, I went outside to look at the full moon and enjoy the quiet, cool air. I prayed and asked God to keep my labor progressing. I rubbed my belly and had a little chat with Will, "please, be a good baby and come out soon".
When I came inside, my dad must have heard me pacing around upstairs, because he came up to join me. He was welcome company, it wasn't any fun laboring alone, knowing that everyone else was in a peaceful slumber, and I wouldn't get to enjoy that again for several months. I labored quite well and was able to tolerate the pain. I spent much of my time leaning against my kitchen counter or squatting with my back against our couch. At about 5 my dad volunteered to get some video tapes for the camera so we could tape Will's birth. My mom got up shortly after and kept me company.
My dad returned around 6 and I woke Lewis and told him we would have to leave soon. My contractions were around 5 minutes apart, still not at all "regular", but I was unable to carry a conversation through my contractions. Jack woke up at 6:30, we gave him kisses and hugs and we were out the door by 7.
Four blocks away, we pulled into the valet parking, I got out with my pillows, praying they weren't going to send me home. When we arrived upstairs at the L and D I remembered I had forgotten to call and let them know I was coming! I can't think of everything at a time like this! We were put in the triage room since there weren't ready for us and there weren't any open rooms. Bright lights and Good Morning LA was playing in the background. To this day every time I see Jillian Reynolds ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jillian_Reynolds)I I think of the day Will was born. I didn't even get a nurse for the first hour I was there. But I didn't really mind. The contractions were still quite manageable. Lewis rubbed my hands, I got on my hands and knees on the bed and rocked back and forth. I had a head massager that worked wonders! By the time someone came in I was 5 cm.
We moved to my room at 9, by this time the contractions were getting stronger, but I could still tolerate them. I was honestly surprised how much better it was from my experience with Jack. At 3 cm I thought I was dying, and this time I was much farther and doing fine. But still I asked the nurse when I could get the epidural, she told me just as soon as my IV bag was empty. The only reason I really wanted it was from the horror story Cindi Gilland told me about natural delivery. Every woman would want to be infertile after hearing that one.
At 9:30 we put in the request for my drugs. The anesthesiologist came in and gave me my epi around 10. A few minutes later the nurse came in, checked me and said I was 7 cm. "Wow! Why did I even get the drugs?" I remember thinking. They weren't even really working anyway. Within 10 minutes they broke my water and 5 minutes after that I was 10cm. At 10:25 I began pushing. I could still feel everything. My stomach was a little numb, which took the cramping out of my abdomen, but that wasnt where the REAL pain was! The on call doctor was in the room, and he did a fantastic job coaching until Dr. Broderson arrived.
I just remember feeling so cheated. I got the drugs I shouldn't feel this! The burning pain was a major surprise. I remember pushing and pushing for what seemed like forever. Each time I thought would be the last. Looking back, I can totally tell he was my biggest baby. It took me 35 minutes to push William Lewis into the world, 10 minutes longer than Jack, and 25 minutes longer than my smallest, Ella, she was speedy. He took his first breath and let out an ear piercing scream, Lewis and I looked over at each other and wondered where that came from? He was a boy, they aren't supposed to scream like that!
William Lewis9-8-06
11:03 am
8lbs 8oz
20 inches
Mommies first moments with her chubby little baby. I remember just looking at how big his hands were and they still are.
Showing Jack his little brother was one of the funnest experiences ever. We gave him a brother. Jack asked "does he have a wiener?"
The first day home is always filled with mixed emotions. A new family dynamic is exciting and frightening all at the same time.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Jack Milo's Birth Story
After writing Ella's birth story, I decided to do one for each of the boys around their birthdays. I actually have some down time since the boys are at Grandma and Grandpa Berendsen's, so I thought I'd do it now.
August 16, 2003
We bought a new car! Well, new to us. My husband just couldn't think of bringing a baby into this world and hauling it around in a 1989 Oldsmobile Cutlas Siera, which was well taken care of, but beginning to be a real pain in the butt. So there we are weeks from having a family, signing papers. Its so nice to know we will be able to drive to
Today was the day I picked for Jack to arrive, but it looks like this day will too pass me by. We decided to take a drive down to Yankton to show our parents the new ride. It was a nice opportunity to spend some good quality driving time together and keep my mind of when the baby would arrive. Lewis and I have always loved to drive and talk. Some of our best conversations happen on the road. Who knew it would be so hard to do that once a baby comes.
Three 10 hour days in a row!?! I'm 38 weeks pregnant, or 39, depending on who you ask. What was Tami, the gal who was making the schedule, thinking? I was NOT looking forward to taking care of 10 two year olds in the hot summer, with a huge protruding belly, at least, not for 30 hours in 3 days.
I had my Dr. app today. I was 1 cm, and 75% effaced or something like that. I asked her if she could strip my membranes so I could overt working another 10 hour day and completely killing myself. She did. She warned me that it may hurt, but I don't remember it being that big of a deal. It was more painful with Will, if I remember correctly.
I went home, took a long walk, about 1.5 miles and a nice relaxing bath before heading out to our mandatory clean up night at work. We were deep cleaning and organizing closets and getting ready for our fall kick off. I told the gals at work that my doctor stripped my membranes. Kim, a coworker, was all excited and said "you better tell the boss you won't be in tomorrow". Really? I didn't think getting your membranes stripped was such a big deal. "Does it work that fast?", I remember thinking. Apparently, I wasn't very educated in that area of pregnancy and delivery.
As I was cleaning I remember a wave of energy come over me. It was a indescribable feeling that I remember some women trying to explain. They said it was your body's entrance into labor, hormones or blood flow or something. But I remember trying to shrug if off, as to not get my hopes up.
My contractions were about 15 minutes apart, and I had noticed some of my mucus plug letting loose. I called my mom to let her know things were getting started. She said to call back if they got closer together and then she would come up. By
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Walking is supposed to help a stalled labor, but it was so hot, the only place to walk was the mall. So around 9:30 we headed over to the mall to do some laps, packed up with towels and extra clothes just in case my water broke. I remember feeling so helpless. All I wanted was to not feel all this pressure to perform and have this baby. If I could have only send them home, or not been in such a big hurry to call everyone in the first place. All I wanted was to have my husband comfort me, have the doctor give me some information. But for now, I felt alone, trying to give these people what they came for and I had absolutly no control.
We were only there long enough to buy a blanket I had wanted for Jack and make 2 rounds, then I became paranoid that my water was going to break there on the floor. When I got home I called over the the hospital to explain the situation. The nurse said if I wasn't having contractions there was no reason to come over, but I explained that I was still bleeding. She said I could come and get checked. So at noon, Lewis, my mom, and I went over. We left the things in the car just in case they were going to send me home.
When I arrived they checked me into our room and found I was 3 cm dilated. The nurses called over to my doctor who gave the go ahead to keep me since I had progressed 2 cm in just a day. The nurse broke my water at 1 and then I thought I was going to die! Seriously, no one told me it was going to hurt so bad so quickly. I was naive, and didn't know how to have a baby. I just laid in bed, on my back, with the monitors on me. Just waiting until I was 4 cm and could have my epidural. I didn't know how people could do this without drugs. I later learned that I was in the worst position I could have been in. Gee, thanks Labor and Delivery nurses for being so helpful!
For 3 hours I had been waiting for my drugs, and finally at 4:00 I got them. It was relief, I could sleep. I had been awake since 1 am, and it had been a long emotional journey to even get to this point. After I received the drugs, I was in and out of sleep. I remember my mom watching the Twins play baseball, my mother in law reading the paper, and my sister and my husband keeping themselves entertained with all kinds of strange antics. But other those few incidences, being checked, and a nurse exchange, it was all sleep. Which was nice, but I knew I didn't want that for my other births.
At 
10:00 I woke up and was feeling pressure, no pain, but lots of pressure. I was still pretty sleepy, so I just laid there and waited for the nurse to come back in. I figured I'd just let them know when they came back in. At about 10:30 she came in and I told her how I was feeling, she checked me and he was right there. She called the doctor and I began pushing. Dr. Broderson was there within 10 minutes, my baby was not. I pushed for 25 minutes and at 10:52 little Jack Milo made his entrance. His cry was so low and horse, he was perfect and looked just like Lewis. I was a mommy, excited for this new adventure, and scared of the unknown.
Jack Milo McCarthy
August 20, 2003
10:52 pm
8lbs 1oz
20 1/2 inches
We are now a family, and not just a young married couple. You are only a day old and you can already see how exhausted we are.
This was our first day home. I remember just wanting to hold you all the time. I never wanted to let you go. You just melted into my chest, I wanted to freeze that moment in time and be able to come back to it everyday.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Will on 2 Wheels
It sounds like a Dr. Suess book, Will on Two Wheels. But he is! I took a walk with the kids this morning and Jack mentioned that Will didn't really even use his training wheels. He was right, with the exception of when Will begins wildly turning his bike to and fro. I asked Will if he would like to give it a try without the trainers. He had tried earlier this summer, but after two minutes decided it was too much work. He has a tendency of being a little less than enthusiastic about new things. I'm trying to nicely say he can be lazy. Do you remember potty training? And he is always complaining about going up hills on his bike.
To my surprise, he was on board, and excited too. I pumped him up and we were all really excited. We started at the bottom of the driveway in front of the house on our very flat sidewalk. Its a perfect place to learn to ride. I had to hold on to him for a while. But I'd say after 15 minutes he could go straight for the lenght of our sidewalk. He practiced off and on all morning, and by the time Lewis came home for lunch to check it out, he was starting off all by himself. He still needs to keep working on it but he has it. Despite the fact that he still sometimes asks for the training wheels back on, its just less work.
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