Daniella has so much hair! And now it is changing colors. Her roots are turning platnum blond and she has splotches of red next to her ears. I find it fascinating to watch this gradual change. I also just love seeing those curls!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
On Call Day
Since Trent is on call today, I figured I'd post a picture blog about what our day was like while he was away. Perhaps he will be able to feel more connected by reading this at the hospital.
Daniella woke up around 10 AM and was in a good mood for her diaper change and getting dressed (this is a rare occasion). I'm hoping that the routine of singing songs while changing her is making this more pleasant. We talked for a few minutes as she filled up her new diaper and I grabbed the camera to take the best smile picture she has had so far.
We then walked to the park in her new stroller talking about the plant life we saw along the way. When we returned, we read a book about sleep. She then sat in her swing and napped.
Daniella woke up around 10 AM and was in a good mood for her diaper change and getting dressed (this is a rare occasion). I'm hoping that the routine of singing songs while changing her is making this more pleasant. We talked for a few minutes as she filled up her new diaper and I grabbed the camera to take the best smile picture she has had so far.We then walked to the park in her new stroller talking about the plant life we saw along the way. When we returned, we read a book about sleep. She then sat in her swing and napped.
When she awoke we took pictures of her on my birthday present, a pretty white blanket. She appeared quite thoughtful looking at first. . .
She even cooed a few times. . .
But after a few minutes she got tired. . .
and then angry. . .
After her nap we went on another walk. This time we stayed in our apartment complex. She really enjoys being outside and fussed a little at coming home.
Around 9PM Daniella was bathed and screamed the whole time. She seemed somewhat tired and I think she missed her dad. It is generally his job to hold her pacifier in and assure her "it is all okay" while I wash her. I tried to do both, but she would not calm down for me. . . We'll try again next call day.
Soon a
fter her bath, Daniella fell into a deep sleep. Here she is bathed and dressed for bed in her car seat to bring Dad his dinner.
Though she is not able to say it yet, I can tell she missed her Daddy. We are both excited to have him home tomorrow.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Matched
For those of you who are wondering, we will be staying in Houston one more year and then in June '09 we will be moving to Colorado.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Baby Story
[Imported from "another" blog]
I promised "more to come later" in my last post, so here it is. Although DaRew's interpretation of the comment should have been expected from a mormon, it's not exactly what I meant.
So those of you who know us, might remember the Jaymie had Braxton-Hicks contractions for almost half the pregnancy. Which one might say was just about the only complication through the pregnancy, especially since she was a primigravid (first time pregnant) mom. All throughout my flying around the country in January, I was freaked out that the baby would come while I was sitting in some faculty member's office answering questions about why I am going to make the most awesome anesthesiologist ever, all while trying to sound like a down to earth normal guy who everyone likes. Like the perfect mix of "The Todd" and "Turk".
Finally interviews were over and the baby could come. Except her Nana (my mom) suddenly couldn't come to town whenever because Papa (my dad) broke his foot. Putting on his pants. That's another story. Once Papa was okay to be on his own again, Nana jumped on a plane and came down. Fortunately Jaymie was still pregnant. Unfortunately, Grandpa (Jaymie's dad), who had been in town on business for 2 weeks straight had to go home in 2 days. He scheduled that trip intentionally because he was expecting his first grandchild to come and finally gave in and booked a ticket home for last Friday.
Nana came late Wednesday night. The next day Nana decided she was gonna try all the old wive's tales out. We went shopping. To the enormous mall. The whole enormous mall. Then she took us out to eat. For an enormous lunch. Then we came home and Nana and Jaymie reorganized pantries and cleaned. Some might call it "nesting". Then Grandpa, who was scheduled to go home the next day, took us out to eat. I don't think I've ever eaten as much as I ate that day.
I'm a night owl. At least used to be, and slowly am coming to terms with the fact that my future is full of 7 am start times. Everyone went to bed around 10 and I made into the sack about 11:30. Critical mistake. About 1 the wife gets up to go to the bathroom and comes back and says she thinks she had bloody show and wants me to look next time. OK. About 1:20 the contractions start and she wakes me up to tell me she thinks we're having a baby by Saturday. So I try to stay calm and remember that primigravid women typically progress at a rate of 1-2 cm dilation/hr. If she just now started bloody show that should give me 20 hours right? But what about that primigravid that came in at 2 cm who sent home who showed up an hour later crowning? Well, now I just couldn't sleep. Just try to stay calm...
I start getting stuff ready around the room to get our bags ready to go and go take a shower and shave. I hate shaving. It must be rebellion against that undergrad ridiculous rule. Then we go wake up Nana and tell her that if she wants to take a shower before the baby comes, now might be her only chance.
Once Nana was done, I pulled the car around from our ridiculously far away parking spot and pack the bags and stuff into the back. Then we're off. Or so I thought. We pulled up to the one and only exit gate and it wouldn't open. And neither would the entrance gate. So we drove to the other entrance gate. And it wouldn't open. Trying to stay calm, I think, "She's only been laboring for 4 hours now. We should have plenty of time. But what about that lady...." So I pull back around to the exit gate and inch up to it to ram it open. And just before I get to it, it swings open on its own. I guess it knew what was coming.
We finally get to the hospital and check into triage. The intern on nights came, clearly very tired and ready to go home in an hour or two. She does the SVE and finds the wife to be 4 cms. ACTIVE LABOR! We get admitted and go to a delivery room. One hour later a resident on the day shift shows up to do a follow up assessment. 6 cms. And nice that it wasn't one of the two residents I'd have fired on the spot. At this point, the wife is starting to have stronger and stronger contractions. Breathing excercises are started and it turns out I'm not much a good coach, but Nana sure is. Thank goodness she was there.
Jaymie is also very grateful for my future profession. She made it to 6 cms natural, but then came to the conclusion that an epidural might just be nice to have after all. She got one and throughout the rest of the day was able to nap through some labor and even talk on the phone at 10 cms. I digress.
Shortly after the epidural, an MS3 (third year med student) shows up. I immediately spotted the short coat and listened to her introduction that she just wanted us to know who she was in case she was at the delivery. I hate to sound ungrateful to all the patients who have let me come in and take their history and do a physical, but no MS3 was going to deliver my baby. Shortly thereafter the chief resident shows up and does an assessment. She was really nice, until I mention the MS3 having been in there. "We told them at board checkout there was to be no students. I'll talk to them," she said in stern voice. Hell hath no fury like an OB/Gyn resident scorned.
It was interesting because most of the nurses, ancillary staff, OB and anesthesia residents, and attendings all recognized me. And seemed to bend over backwards to make sure we were happy and well taken care of.
Anyway, the day goes on and about 1:30 Jaymie says she started feeling pressure. So we called the nurse who paged the resident. He came in and did a couple practice pushes and at that point decided that there should be no more pushing until the attending (Jaymie's actual doctor) came. She got there about a half hour later and then she pushed for about 45 minutes.
The doctor avoided any helpful cutting for as long as she could, but eventually said that it would be inevitable but that she was afraid of how natural tearing would go, so she did a little cutting of her own. And then two pushes later out came the baby. And a lot of baby she was. And the whole time the delivery nurse kept repeating how awesome it was that they were able to do it all without an ounce of pitocin (synthetic oxytocin used to stimulate labor). And I thought it was nice that the wife SROM'ed to boot (broke her water on her own).
Even more nice was what happened next. Most deliveries the baby gets whisked away for cleaning, measuring, foot printing, etc. But instead our baby came out and before even having the cord cut, she was skin on skin with Jaymie. The lights were kept low and baby had her eyes open almost immediately. I got to cut the cord.After having rotated through this hospital, I had some reservations about going there. We did have the most "granola" attending there was and so I knew she'd fight for the most natural experience possible. It was nice to see that it really did happen exactly how we wanted and most of all that we have a happy and healthy new mom and baby!
Thanks everyone for your well wishes. We're so excited!
Comments:
michelle :-) said...
I wanted mom and dad to be Nana and Papa, but Dani can't call BOTH sets of Grandparents Nana and Papa! Oh blast!
February 26, 2008 11:57 AM
Trisha said...
Now that was a birth story! Almost all the details my heat could have desired! I'm so glad things went so well for you guys. In my opinion, the most important aspect of birth is that mommy and baby are safe, and right after that the most important thing is that they FEEL safe, respected and in control as much as possible. It sounds like that was the experience you had and I'm so glad. Skin to skin, low lights, you got to cut the cord, so neat! Now I'm just curious--did Jaymie's dad get to be around for the birth?
February 26, 2008 12:16 PM
Caywoods said...
We're so excited for you. I love the pictures and am glad everyone is doing well. Tell your wife we're thinking of her.
February 27, 2008 6:34 PM
I promised "more to come later" in my last post, so here it is. Although DaRew's interpretation of the comment should have been expected from a mormon, it's not exactly what I meant.
So those of you who know us, might remember the Jaymie had Braxton-Hicks contractions for almost half the pregnancy. Which one might say was just about the only complication through the pregnancy, especially since she was a primigravid (first time pregnant) mom. All throughout my flying around the country in January, I was freaked out that the baby would come while I was sitting in some faculty member's office answering questions about why I am going to make the most awesome anesthesiologist ever, all while trying to sound like a down to earth normal guy who everyone likes. Like the perfect mix of "The Todd" and "Turk".
Finally interviews were over and the baby could come. Except her Nana (my mom) suddenly couldn't come to town whenever because Papa (my dad) broke his foot. Putting on his pants. That's another story. Once Papa was okay to be on his own again, Nana jumped on a plane and came down. Fortunately Jaymie was still pregnant. Unfortunately, Grandpa (Jaymie's dad), who had been in town on business for 2 weeks straight had to go home in 2 days. He scheduled that trip intentionally because he was expecting his first grandchild to come and finally gave in and booked a ticket home for last Friday.
Nana came late Wednesday night. The next day Nana decided she was gonna try all the old wive's tales out. We went shopping. To the enormous mall. The whole enormous mall. Then she took us out to eat. For an enormous lunch. Then we came home and Nana and Jaymie reorganized pantries and cleaned. Some might call it "nesting". Then Grandpa, who was scheduled to go home the next day, took us out to eat. I don't think I've ever eaten as much as I ate that day.
I'm a night owl. At least used to be, and slowly am coming to terms with the fact that my future is full of 7 am start times. Everyone went to bed around 10 and I made into the sack about 11:30. Critical mistake. About 1 the wife gets up to go to the bathroom and comes back and says she thinks she had bloody show and wants me to look next time. OK. About 1:20 the contractions start and she wakes me up to tell me she thinks we're having a baby by Saturday. So I try to stay calm and remember that primigravid women typically progress at a rate of 1-2 cm dilation/hr. If she just now started bloody show that should give me 20 hours right? But what about that primigravid that came in at 2 cm who sent home who showed up an hour later crowning? Well, now I just couldn't sleep. Just try to stay calm...
I start getting stuff ready around the room to get our bags ready to go and go take a shower and shave. I hate shaving. It must be rebellion against that undergrad ridiculous rule. Then we go wake up Nana and tell her that if she wants to take a shower before the baby comes, now might be her only chance.
Once Nana was done, I pulled the car around from our ridiculously far away parking spot and pack the bags and stuff into the back. Then we're off. Or so I thought. We pulled up to the one and only exit gate and it wouldn't open. And neither would the entrance gate. So we drove to the other entrance gate. And it wouldn't open. Trying to stay calm, I think, "She's only been laboring for 4 hours now. We should have plenty of time. But what about that lady...." So I pull back around to the exit gate and inch up to it to ram it open. And just before I get to it, it swings open on its own. I guess it knew what was coming.
We finally get to the hospital and check into triage. The intern on nights came, clearly very tired and ready to go home in an hour or two. She does the SVE and finds the wife to be 4 cms. ACTIVE LABOR! We get admitted and go to a delivery room. One hour later a resident on the day shift shows up to do a follow up assessment. 6 cms. And nice that it wasn't one of the two residents I'd have fired on the spot. At this point, the wife is starting to have stronger and stronger contractions. Breathing excercises are started and it turns out I'm not much a good coach, but Nana sure is. Thank goodness she was there.
Jaymie is also very grateful for my future profession. She made it to 6 cms natural, but then came to the conclusion that an epidural might just be nice to have after all. She got one and throughout the rest of the day was able to nap through some labor and even talk on the phone at 10 cms. I digress.
Shortly after the epidural, an MS3 (third year med student) shows up. I immediately spotted the short coat and listened to her introduction that she just wanted us to know who she was in case she was at the delivery. I hate to sound ungrateful to all the patients who have let me come in and take their history and do a physical, but no MS3 was going to deliver my baby. Shortly thereafter the chief resident shows up and does an assessment. She was really nice, until I mention the MS3 having been in there. "We told them at board checkout there was to be no students. I'll talk to them," she said in stern voice. Hell hath no fury like an OB/Gyn resident scorned.
It was interesting because most of the nurses, ancillary staff, OB and anesthesia residents, and attendings all recognized me. And seemed to bend over backwards to make sure we were happy and well taken care of.
Anyway, the day goes on and about 1:30 Jaymie says she started feeling pressure. So we called the nurse who paged the resident. He came in and did a couple practice pushes and at that point decided that there should be no more pushing until the attending (Jaymie's actual doctor) came. She got there about a half hour later and then she pushed for about 45 minutes.
The doctor avoided any helpful cutting for as long as she could, but eventually said that it would be inevitable but that she was afraid of how natural tearing would go, so she did a little cutting of her own. And then two pushes later out came the baby. And a lot of baby she was. And the whole time the delivery nurse kept repeating how awesome it was that they were able to do it all without an ounce of pitocin (synthetic oxytocin used to stimulate labor). And I thought it was nice that the wife SROM'ed to boot (broke her water on her own).
Even more nice was what happened next. Most deliveries the baby gets whisked away for cleaning, measuring, foot printing, etc. But instead our baby came out and before even having the cord cut, she was skin on skin with Jaymie. The lights were kept low and baby had her eyes open almost immediately. I got to cut the cord.After having rotated through this hospital, I had some reservations about going there. We did have the most "granola" attending there was and so I knew she'd fight for the most natural experience possible. It was nice to see that it really did happen exactly how we wanted and most of all that we have a happy and healthy new mom and baby!
Thanks everyone for your well wishes. We're so excited!
Comments:
michelle :-) said...
I wanted mom and dad to be Nana and Papa, but Dani can't call BOTH sets of Grandparents Nana and Papa! Oh blast!
February 26, 2008 11:57 AM
Trisha said...
Now that was a birth story! Almost all the details my heat could have desired! I'm so glad things went so well for you guys. In my opinion, the most important aspect of birth is that mommy and baby are safe, and right after that the most important thing is that they FEEL safe, respected and in control as much as possible. It sounds like that was the experience you had and I'm so glad. Skin to skin, low lights, you got to cut the cord, so neat! Now I'm just curious--did Jaymie's dad get to be around for the birth?
February 26, 2008 12:16 PM
Caywoods said...
We're so excited for you. I love the pictures and am glad everyone is doing well. Tell your wife we're thinking of her.
February 27, 2008 6:34 PM
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Proud Parents
[Imported from "another" blog]
Daniella Nicole B*
2/22/2008 at 2:52 in the afternoon
9 lbs even
21 1/2 inches
A good action shot of the cleaning up.
She was BIG!
Daddy and daughter
Mommy and Dani cuddling
Daniella Nicole B*
2/22/2008 at 2:52 in the afternoon
9 lbs even
21 1/2 inches
A good action shot of the cleaning up.She was BIG!Daddy and daughterMommy and Dani cuddlingA happy new family.
More to come later!
Comments:
8 comments:
Emma said...
I was just thinking about you guys today, and wondering if your little girl had arriver yet. Congratulations, she is beautiful! Timothy was 9lbs 1 oz so I can imagine about how big she is! Hope you are sleeping well ;)
February 23, 2008 10:28 PM
DaRew said...
WooHoo! Congratulations. When you say "More to come later" at the bottom of your post, are you talking about children? ;)
February 24, 2008 3:15 PM
Ashley said...
Yay a baby! I hope Mom and baby are doing well! She is adorable! What is her name?
February 24, 2008 7:36 PM
Emily said...
yay yay yay! i loved seeing the pic of mama and baby--can't wait to read more. congrats!
February 24, 2008 10:41 PM
Jeremy and Melanie said...
Congratulations! We are so excited for you guys. She is beautiful.
February 25, 2008 1:15 AM
Trisha said...
Wahoo! Mommy & Daddy, you did GOOD! New babies are about the most wonderful things in the whole world! I can't wait to hear the birth story--if and when you want to tell it--I'm very interested in those sorts of things. She is so sweet! I have to admit, when I saw the first picture on this post, of her little white face and sweet cheeks, my very first thought was that she looked like your brother Jeff. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to know that. She's much cuter than Jeff, though, no offense to him. ;p
February 25, 2008 2:08 AM
michelle :-) said...
YAY YAY YAY, I'm an aunt. I can't wait to meet her! I love her so much
February 25, 2008 4:24 PM
Jennifer said...
Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations! I cannot put into words how happy I am for you guys! Lots of kisses to "the wife". oxox
February 27, 2008 9:47 PM
Sunday, December 2, 2007
My Husband
Since I now have a few minutes to write, I'm going to finish this blog I drafted 5 months ago. So here it is Karen. Sorry it took so long.
How long have you been married? 4 years & almost 8 months
How long did you date? We met five years ago in December and were married in August the next year.
How old is he? 28
Who eats more? We generally eat about the same amount, even when I was pregnant.
Who said I love you first? I don't remember.
Who is taller? He is, by nearly 11 inches.
Who sings better? I do, according to "Rock Band"
Who is smarter? We are "smart" in different ways. I may have been the one to get an A in Organic Chemistry, but he is the one who remembers information from our class.
Whose temper is worse? We are both pretty mellow people, but I would venture to say that my temper is worse.
Who does the laundry? We both do. He does the whites and his darks, I do mine and our baby's.
Who does the dishes? We both do.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He is on my right side when I lie down.
Who pays the bills? He does so that I don't feel like I'm paying for everything. Since he will be making more money than me soon, I will start paying for the bills.
Who mows the lawn? We have no lawn.
Who cooks dinner? I do.
Who drives when you are together? He does.
Who is more stubborn? We are both pretty stubborn, but I think he is more stubborn.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? I'm not sure. I think he does...
Whose parents do you see the most? His. They live closer and visit more often.
Who proposed? He did.
Who has more friends? He does, by far.
Who has more siblings? I have 6 sibblings (one is going to be officially adopted soon) and he only has 3.
Who wears the pants in the family? He does.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
My butterfly
I'm very excited to finally share pictures of my little girl. Here are the few that I have and how she has grown through the weeks.
Her first picture was taken around 7 weeks. As you can see, there is not much to identify, but a flashing heart and a yolk sack.
The second picture was taken at 10 weeks because of concerns. You can start to see recognizable parts, but it's still hard to identify as a baby. 
Her sixteen weeks ultrasound has to be my favorite picture, because she fits so well in one frame.
Her sixteen weeks ultrasound has to be my favorite picture, because she fits so well in one frame.Twenty weeks was fun because individual body parts were more recognizable. Here is a picture of her profile. Though she is probably just drinking or hiccuping, she kind of looks like she is smiling.
Here is her foot and fist from the same 20 week ultrasound.
It is amazing to me to see how much she has grown in a few weeks. Now I'm sure she is much bigger (at least her kicks are much stronger). I'm not sure when the next ultrasound will be, or if I will have one before some comes. I'm just thrilled to see her developing already.
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