Archive for September, 2007

Here She Is

Guest poster: The Mad Fishicist

Belle Etoile is busy nursing and convalescing, so you get me for now. The statistics are as follows:  She was born at 3:50am on September 28, 2007.  She weighed 8lbs 11oz. after her first meal.  She was 22 1/4 inches long.  We named her Jolie Ruth Martin.  Mama and baby are fine.

Here’s what else we’ve learned about her so far: She has the most beautiful skin. She prefers to have her eyes shut, even when she’s awake. She was born hungry. She nurses like a three-week-old, although she spent a lot of her first day sleeping. She has long fingers and toes.

And dark blue eyes. And thick, dark hair. It’s not curly like big sister’s, contrary to the earliest reports. It’s thick and straight. She likes the pink balloon in her room. It rocks back and forth all the time and when she opens her eyes, she likes to look at it.

And Big Sister loves her.  She says, “It’s okay, sister is here,” if Jolie cries. When the nurse brought in mama’s lunch, Sophia whispered to Jolie, “The food’s here.” Big sister always knows what’s important for little sister. We love her so much and we can’t wait to get her home. She’s only a fourth of us, but already she’s the only way for us to be whole.

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I received the gift of 2 toddler-free nesting hours this morning from a good friend and neighbor here in Thorne Bay. It just dawned on me the other day that instead of using an old tooth-brush to clean the rim around the kitchen sink just days before our new arrival, I will instead be in a tiny apartment with my mom and daughter, watching DVDs and reading books and (hopefully) not scrubbing the bottom of someone else’s refrigerator. So, when the offer came to take Sophia off of my hands, I gladly accepted and used the time to get as much done as one can in two hours. Bottom line, though, is that I’m not ready. But that’s ok, because truthfully, I don’t think anyone is ever ready to welcome a new person into their lives, no matter how many onesies are washed, or drawers are organized, or blankets are folded.

We head for Ketchikan early tomorrow morning, Sophia and I. I’m pretty sure she knows we’re going, and that we’ll be waiting for the baby to be born, and that we’ll get to meet Oma there. I’m also pretty sure that she doesn’t know the part about her Papa not coming with us. It’s been hard on her to have him gone so many hours each day. On Wednesday when he was getting ready to do his master’s course via teleconference, Sophia picked up on the fact that even though he JUST got home he’d be leaving again, and she gave him a stern look and said, “No go, Papa!” Of course he had no choice but to go, but did so with a heart torn to pieces.

We know that God has a perfect plan for us, but please keep us in your prayers these next few days, weeks, as we discover what that plan is. Thanks for your comments and letters and packages and love. We appreciate it all.

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36 weeks

Photo taken at Memorial Beach, Prince of Wales Island

According to some health professionals, I am now considered full term. I find myself hoping every day that the baby arrives shortly after my arrival in Ketchikan on the 22nd, but remain confident that it won’t come too early. And I’m fervently praying that it doesn’t come late – AT ALL – not even a day. But we’ll just have to see what God has in store for us. Most of all, I just want Isaac to be there, however it turns out.

I’m a little nervous about a lot of things. Lately, I’ve been contemplating the level of energy I seem to have (pretty low on the energy-ometer). In vain I imagine a sudden boost of adrenaline that will give me the oomph to step up to the plate when the baby is finally here and needs me to do, well, EVERYTHING for it. Not to mention that Sophia will be wanting to help drain some of that energy from me as well. And the truth is, I’ve been there before, so I know that fatigue does not disappear with the wounds from childbirth, but might even double or triple as I try to find a balance between this, that and everything else.

The bottom line, though, is that in a matter of weeks we will be blessed with a new person. One that’s already blessed us more than it knows with its heartbeat, and movements, and beautiful 3-D ultrasound face. It’s hard to imagine a family of 4, but soon it will be hard to remember life without him or her. Last night before drifting off to sleep I asked Isaac who watched Sophia for us the last time I went through labor. Somehow I’m able to superimpose her in all of my memories, and soon I’ll do the same with the one who patiently grows inside of me.

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Last Days of Summer

We’re lucky to have the beach so close to us. Last week we experienced another hot day so Sophia and I picked Papa up after school and headed that direction. The days are getting progressively rainier, so I fear that may have been our last as we move into fall. Sophia doesn’t seem to notice, though, and asks daily if we can go to the beach to “do some swimmin'” and see some “sea amenononees”.

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