Tuesday, October 11, 2011

What difference a year makes

One year ago I was just getting home from work after a meeting.  Randy Moss had just resigned with the Minnesota Vikings and they were playing Monday Night Football. My parents were 5 hours from returning home to MN from MT for Baby C's birth.  Huntz was still working at IGT.  The weather was very similar to this year, warm, crisp, sunny.  I had my Centering Pregnancy class/check up with Kira, my midwife and she said I was about 2 cm dilated.  Not much change from the previous week.  Life seemed normal as the day went on, but Max had a different plan.  Around 9:30pm, my water broke. I was in bed already because I was supposed to work on Tuesday.  I went to the bathroom and confirmed my suspicions and went downstairs to tell Huntz.  The next few hours were calm as we showered and headed to the hospital to meet Anna our midwife on call.  Now, being a nurse you would've thought I'd have known better, but to go to admitting at 11:00pm *change of shift, but I guess my nursey mind was elsewhere. :)  When we got to the hospital and got all checked in, I called my parents and told them where we were. (They had just gotten home around 9).  Huntz found the game on TV and we started 'our labor and delivery story'.
   Max decided not to join the rest of us until 5:19 the next day, but he was welcomed with open arms.  Pat got to deliver him and he was 6lb 14oz.  20.5 inches.  He had a big head (can't remember the size), but our midwife said if it had been 1/2cm bigger it would've been qualified to get a diamond out of the deal. Her rules not mine.
   This year has been so incredibly wonderful and hard all at the same time.  We took our first plane ride with Max when he was 2 1/2 months to Montana for Christmas.  We travelled to Iowa for an Amway conference with Max in tow. We travelled to WI several times to see the extended family. Max got to meet his great grandpa George and say good bye to him a few months later.
  Some skills I have acquired include breastfeeding and texting, napping while Max naps, diapering one handed, clipping fingernails without clipping the fingertips, photographing Max, and surviving on little sleep.
  I wouldn't trade all the hard moments for anything, but the precious moments are so treasured.  I already miss the middle of the night cuddle sessions after a feeding thinking about how he'll be as a young man.  The firsts he had already accomplished and the many yet to come.
  Thank God for digital cameras and flip video cameras. Life has been easy to capture Max with these two things alone.
   It really does take a village.  There have been so many phone calls to Katie, Kerry, Chrissy, Lisa, Sara, Kristi, Mom, Mom-in-law, Kira, Greta (my amazing lactation consultant, and Dr. Chen. We are so blessed to have so many people love Max and us because without that support it wouldn't have been as fun.
    Thanks for sharing this first year of Max's life. There will be many more posts of funny or momentous occasions in the future. Stay tuned....












Our video as we left for the hospital

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