Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Bedrest
Part of me knew this was coming. I'd be lying if I said I'm shocked. Disappointed that my restriction free pregnancy is over, greatly. Frustrated that the many things I wanted to do before Molly comes now won't happen, absolutely. Baffled by the logistics of bed rest with two 3 yr olds, totally. But surprised, not really, no.
When I got to my 32 wk checkup yesterday my blood pressure was 152/100. It was 160/100 when I delivered Lola and Jackson. It's supposed to be no higher than 135/85. Ugh.
The nurse tried a couple of times to get a more favorable pressure and couldn't. I sat in a lazy boy in the office for an hour and my blood pressure finally went back down to normal. Great. Fantastic. Super awesome that it went back down. But the way we got it to go back down, by sitting with my feet up in a lazy boy for an hour, well that's what I'll be doing now (at least mostly) from this point until Molly is born.
Parenting two 3 yr olds from a lazy boy... well, this ought to be no problem, right?
The good news is that my blood work is normal, meaning that no other signs of preeclampsia have shown up. The doctor felt it was necessary to deliver Lola and Jackson after my blood work showed that my liver enzymes were elevated. This isn't the case right now. So that's good news.
I have another doctor's appointment on Monday so maybe I'll know more then. Maybe I'll just know more of the same. Sit in the lazy boy as much as you can. Don't drive. Don't go up the stairs. Don't play outside with the kids. Don't cook or clean or do laundry. Don't fix yourself or your family any meals. Sure, no problem. This should be a piece of cake.
When I got to my 32 wk checkup yesterday my blood pressure was 152/100. It was 160/100 when I delivered Lola and Jackson. It's supposed to be no higher than 135/85. Ugh.
The nurse tried a couple of times to get a more favorable pressure and couldn't. I sat in a lazy boy in the office for an hour and my blood pressure finally went back down to normal. Great. Fantastic. Super awesome that it went back down. But the way we got it to go back down, by sitting with my feet up in a lazy boy for an hour, well that's what I'll be doing now (at least mostly) from this point until Molly is born.
Parenting two 3 yr olds from a lazy boy... well, this ought to be no problem, right?
The good news is that my blood work is normal, meaning that no other signs of preeclampsia have shown up. The doctor felt it was necessary to deliver Lola and Jackson after my blood work showed that my liver enzymes were elevated. This isn't the case right now. So that's good news.
I have another doctor's appointment on Monday so maybe I'll know more then. Maybe I'll just know more of the same. Sit in the lazy boy as much as you can. Don't drive. Don't go up the stairs. Don't play outside with the kids. Don't cook or clean or do laundry. Don't fix yourself or your family any meals. Sure, no problem. This should be a piece of cake.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sharing is tough
Jackson: Lola, you don't have any eggs hanging on your tree. I need to give you some of mine.
Lola: Yeah, we need to share.
J: Yeah, let's share and play nicely.
L: Yeah. Thanks. Let's do it.
Jack proceeds to give her his eggs.
Lola takes the eggs and puts them on her tree.
I try not to sprain my shoulder patting myself on the back while grabbing the camera to document this sweet sibling moment.
Jack then picks up both trees and runs out of the room while Lola cries at the injustice. I think to myself, well... it's at least a start.
Lola: Yeah, we need to share.
J: Yeah, let's share and play nicely.
L: Yeah. Thanks. Let's do it.
Jack proceeds to give her his eggs.
Lola takes the eggs and puts them on her tree.
I try not to sprain my shoulder patting myself on the back while grabbing the camera to document this sweet sibling moment.
Jack then picks up both trees and runs out of the room while Lola cries at the injustice. I think to myself, well... it's at least a start.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Fun with the Freedmans
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| Enjoying some Mardi Gras fun at Thoth. Lola is up in the ladder with her buddies Nicholas and Yvonne. Jackson in in the crowd on the ground with Dad. |
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| Dad and Jackson with Grammy at Thoth |
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| Mom with Belle and Fireman Jack at the Little School Mardi Gras parade. |
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| Getting back outside now that the weather has warmed up. Loving the fresh air! |
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| Spring is here. Time for popsicles! |
Friday, March 4, 2011
Nervous Enough?
I'm nervous about having enough time for everything once the baby comes. Everything including fixing meals and doing laundry and building castles and doing puzzles and learning the sounds of the alphabet and making art projects and baking muffins and cleaning the bathroom and... well, all you parents out there know that the list goes on and on. I'm nervous about taking all 3 kids to the grocery store. I'm nervous about how long it's going to take me to get all the kids in the car to get to the store. I'm nervous about the logistics of managing a family of 5.
But I'm not, at least so far, nervous about the delivery. The breastfeeding. The sleepless nights. The crying and the gas bubbles and the spit up. Thinking about all that doesn't bring up the same anxiety that I feel when I think about trying to hold (or feed or burp or calm) the new baby while Lola and Jackson are crying about their macaroni not being ready yet.
I was so worried about those things the first time around. Am I not so concerned with the difficulties of having a new baby because I've done it all once (ummm, twice?) and feel confident that I can handle it? Or have I forgotten how hard it really it all is?
At this point, with 2 months to go, I'm more nervous about handling the 3 year olds than I am the new baby. Well earned confidence of an experienced mother? Or denial that is destined to lead to shock and misery?
Stay tuned.
But I'm not, at least so far, nervous about the delivery. The breastfeeding. The sleepless nights. The crying and the gas bubbles and the spit up. Thinking about all that doesn't bring up the same anxiety that I feel when I think about trying to hold (or feed or burp or calm) the new baby while Lola and Jackson are crying about their macaroni not being ready yet.
I was so worried about those things the first time around. Am I not so concerned with the difficulties of having a new baby because I've done it all once (ummm, twice?) and feel confident that I can handle it? Or have I forgotten how hard it really it all is?
At this point, with 2 months to go, I'm more nervous about handling the 3 year olds than I am the new baby. Well earned confidence of an experienced mother? Or denial that is destined to lead to shock and misery?
Stay tuned.
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