Monday, March 2, 2015

Forty-Eight Hours

Two days.

That's all we're down to.

Two little bitty days left until Beckett arrives!

Two.  Days.

Life will change irrevocably.

It reminds me of a time a half-a-dozen years ago when I was on the phone with one of my girlfriends just before a certain guy came over to my house for the first time.  The butterflies and the jitters and the questions of how that moment could forever change the rest of your life.

And that's what I talked about with that friend.

"This date could change my life forever."

And it did. two days that same guy and I will have another life-changing day together.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

When you come to meet my baby

Beckett Dean will be making his appearance into this world in just a few short weeks.  With his impending arrival, naturally my thoughts have turned to all the ways that our lives are about to change forever.  The added expenses that terrify me, the fragility of one so small and vulnerable, the new nightly chores of sanitizing and preparing bottles for the next day's care...there's so much to think about and our time is growing nearer and nearer to meeting this little boy.

But another little boy has been very heavy on my heart, too.  Because as much as I know how greatly my life is about to change, Ty's life is about to change even more and thus far most people have only pointed out to him all the negatives.

So I'm going to be one of those moms.

When you come to meet my baby, I will have a rule that I hope each of our guests will respect.

There will not be a bottle of hand sanitizer at the door and I will not be doing nose-swabs to check you for the flu.  I will not greet you with expectations of food or gifts as the price of admission into our home.  I will not ask you to help with household chores that have gone undone (who does that?!), though it will be much appreciated if you ignore that they're undone because if you graciously and kindly start to pick up, I'll feel the need to start to pick up and instead of enjoying your visit, I'll wear myself out during it.

What I will ask of you is that you be sensitive to my first baby while you're in our home to meet our newest baby.

Ty has had months and months of everyone telling him how perfectly awful it is going to be to have a little one around the house.  He's heard endless tales of how much the baby will cry and all of the toys and belongings that will be damaged or destroyed by a little one.  He's had dirty diapers figuratively thrown in his face more times than I imagine he will actually change a diaper.  Adults have continually told him all the ways that being a big brother will change his life for the worse....and then they turn around and tell me "what a wonderful big brother Ty will be!".

I want Ty to have the opportunity to be excited about his first days as a big brother!  He deserves to see his brother as a new and wonderful addition to our family just as much as Beckett deserves to be spoken of as more than a noisy and costly inconvenience.

Ty needs to hear how wonderful it will be to have a brother—to have a life-long friend that will be there no matter what.  He needs to be reminded that when Mom & Dad struggle to get a half-hearted giggle out of Beckett, he will be able to elicit a full-belly-laugh out of his brother with ease.  Ty is entitled (and I don't ever throw that word around lightly) to the joy of knowing that he will be somebody's hero for no other reason than the fact that he is Beckett's Big Brother.  He needs to be encouraged that no matter how challenging and tiring these first few weeks with his brother will be...they will be so very worth it in the end.

So when you come to meet my baby, my one and only rule is that each of our guests please respect both of my boys.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Counting Down | Six weeks to go!

Today we are officially 34 weeks pregnant!

Beckett Dean is six weeks away from making his grand entrance and I'd like to say that everything is nice and neat and tidy and just waiting for him.

In all honesty, my house is a mess from recent renovations that have now spilled over into a full scale organization process.  I'm determined to de-clutter and put things away in a proper place, instead of just getting them out of the way and not having to deal with it right now.

I still haven't painted Beckett's room, though I did finally finish our bedroom after buying the paint for it last May.  I have the paint for his room and as soon as my living area is de-cluttered, I will start working on his room.

My goal is to have it all done by the end of the month...but my goal is to also take my time and not over-exert myself, too.  Those two goals have been in competition with one another lately.  We'll see, maybe they'll both be able to win.

All is going well with the pregnancy.  The only concern we've had so far is with my low platelet count.  However, my doctor is optimistic that this won't be an issue.  If it becomes one, they'll err on the side of caution.  It wouldn't be ideal, but it's not in my control so I'm doing my best not to worry about it.

There have been dozens of conversations had around me about individuals having simple surgical procedures and then having blood clots that have cost them their lives or almost cost them their lives.  I would absolutely love it if those conversations went away or were had outside of my earshot, it makes it feel like there's a ticking clock over my head and I could really do without that.

Beckett has been one very active little boy.

I couldn't help but laugh when I got this email from Pampers today.

If anything it feels like Beckett is partying because he knows that  his time on the inside is about to come to an end and he's going to have ROOM to dance!

Next Tuesday we go to the doctor for our 34 week appointment.  I fully expect to have exceeded the "expected 1 lb a week" weight gain the Dr. has advised me I should see.  My legs, feet, and hands have been extraordinarily swollen lately, which is something I dealt with during my pregnancy with Ty.  Along with the swelling, I believe I may have developed a bit of tendinitis in my thumbs, most especially my right thumb.  I've read that this can be common during pregnancy and may persist afterwards as well because I'll be using different muscles and tendons that aren't as well-used while lifting and tending to Beckett.

The joys of motherhood!  But it will be so worth it to FINALLY get to see his little face (which he hid from us in EVERY ultrasound) and to feel his little fingers and toes.

Six more weeks.

We've got this!