Monthly Archives: May 2006

daisybones | birthstory part one

My due date was Wednesday, May 24. Early on, we told Emsy that she needed to wait until May 23rd so she’d be a Gemini like Daddy. The minute I was far enough along to safely deliver at the birth center, I decided a Taurus baby would be just peachy, so she could just hurry her little butt out of there. I decided sex would be a good idea again after having no desire throughout the pregnancy, so we heaved the giant belly into the air and made acrobatic love. At 38 weeks or so I started dilating, and could feel it in my cervix very localized, so I wasn’t surprised when the midwife that week told me I was a fingertip dilated and 50% effaced. I kept cramping through the next week and at that next visit… still a fingertip. I had started getting calls asking when the baby was coming, and was really annoyed by them, because I was miserably heavy and achy and desperate to go into labor.

At my 40 week visit on Friday, still a fingertip, and Laurie suggested I get some Evening Primrose Oil and Raspberry Leaf Tea. We went immediately to the Health Food store and I took the maximum dose I could of the oil, and chugged the tea by the gallon. I was so bored and cranky it was terrible, and I was bloated like crazy, and my back was on strike.

Sunday night we go to Bu’s Mom & Dad’s for dinner, and they’d made a huge Appalachian comfort food meal. Bu tries to get me to eat some Turkey, since I’d given into poultry cravings a couple of times in my first trimester, but we were over that. I have gravy though. There’s batter bread and sweet potato casserole, and I can’t stop eating. I eat until I should be sick. Then I have another piece of bread. I amazed there is suddenly room in my belly for food. We hang out a little while in the kitchen discussing my stubborn cervix, how adorable the cradle is all empty and waiting, breastfeeding stories, etc. We finally go home and just hang around the house.

We are both up a little later than usual, and I go up to our bedroom to watch Buffy DVD’s. Bu goes downstairs to the office to mess around on the computer.I pop in the DVD (Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 6, but I don’t remember which episode) at 5 til midnight, lie down on the bed and get extremely comfortable and relaxed, then feel the weirdest tiny little pop. Immediately my brain races: That was my water. Ohmygoddess that was my water. Go to the toilet. It is going to gush everywhere in just a second. My water broke, I’m going to be in labor. Contractions any second. Mom’s labor started with her water breaking, I knew mine would break early too. I make it to the toilet, and the whoosh comes. I feel very giddy, and yell down at Bu, “Come here! My water just broke!” He asks was I serious, well yes, and we talk about what to pack up (I’d packed the bare necessities but we had no DVD’s, music, snacks for the birth center) and when to call the midwife and his parents and my aunt.

Right after this I notice that there is a green tinge to the waters, and slightly powdery looking stuff in the toilet. I know right away that I’m not going to the birth center and will have to deliver at the hospital. My high doesn’t quite crash, but I’m in a sort of suspended, distant emotional state at that point. We call and have Laurie paged, and she calls right back from the hospital. I tell her about the meconium, and she tries to ascertain the color and thickness from my description- the color of green tea but thicker but not soup thick. Inexplicably, I lie about the powdery dark stuff, thinking I am not sure if it was just a dirty toilet- I know it isn’t but I’m hanging onto a thread of hope I can still go to the birth center. We can’t agree whether it was too thick, and if I should be admitted to the hospital. She says to wait one hour, sit on white pads or towels, and report back on the color. I call Debi, our doula, to tell her what was going on. She seems confused by Laurie’s advice, or just sleepy, but we tell her we’ll call when things got further along.

I sit on a couple of towels, totally grossed out by the squishy gushes that keep coming, and we call everyone to tell them what was up. We say we’ll prepare for the birth center or the hospital, and keep everyone posted. After one hour, we call Laurie back. I report pretty much the same as before. She suggests we meet at the birth center and she’ll check it, and if it was thick meconium we’d go to back to the hospital. The hospital is only 10 minutes from our house, and the birth center is 30. So I tell her we can come to the hospital, if it was easier for her. Bu shakes his head “no” as I am on the phone, not knowing I am talking to her about just meeting to check on things. Seeing his concern about not going to the birth center is great, and makes me feel so secure and glad I have him as a partner in this. The midwife says they’d want to admit me if they knew I was in labor, so to just go to triage and tell them she is going to check to see if my amniotic fluid is leaking.

Birth Story Part Two

molly milestones & memories

I’m going to link to this from my sidebar, and add to it as needed. It’s mostly self-indulgent but if you’d like to peek back to see what new amazing powers the Mollybird has gained feel welcome. If I can ever figure out how, I’ll backdate it to her birthday which was the original plan. I’m also going to do this with my complete birth story if I ever finish it.

Molly does Stuff:

  • Two or three weeks: Molly holds her head very steady. Strong legs too.
  • Around one month: Molly smiles! Molly babbles! She says “Aah!” and “Mehm,” which I think means “Dad” & “Mom.”
  • 8.8.06: Molly rolls over. Middle of the night nursing she rolled toward me, and then found herself on her belly. Mama got up to pee, putting her on her back, and when I came back she was on her belly.
  • 8.15.06 Molly laughs, almost. Co-workers say it counts:)
  • 8.15.06 Molly picks up a toy- her bunny rattle from Baby Elyse.
  • 8.18.06 Molly falls down goes boom. Tumbles off couch while incompetent idiot mother tries to take her picture.
  • 8.28.06 Molly laughs actual haha laugh for Daddy-monkey noises.
  • 8.29.06 Molly laughs actual haha laugh for Mommy- tickled belly.
  • 9.6.06 Molly finds her feet. Cannot sit still to nurse because they are too much fun and they are all she can think about.
  • 9.6.06 Shane calls me at work to report that Molly has gotten her first big wet yucky doggy kiss. Dharma licked her from chin to forehead. Molly giggled.
  • 9.26.06 Molly perfects the art of The Raspberry, and Mama has a moment of nostalgic awe remembering when the baby was nicknamed Molly Raspberry- because she was a tiny raspberry-sized fetus in my barely-showing belly.
  • 10.1.06 Molly discovers her thumb.
  • 10.4.06 Molly abducted by time-travelling dinosaurs and replaced by baby pterodactyl.
  • 10.23.06 Molly sees her first snowflakes. She doesn’t care.
  • 11.11.02 Molly can sit by herself if we sit her up.
  • 11.23.06 Thanksgiving Day. Molly has her first meal- sweet potatoes! (Le yum.)
  • 11.30.06 Molly sees Christmas lights for the first time. Unimpressed.
  • 12.1.06 Molly says “Mama,” the babbling version, not the I Know Your Name Is Mama version.
  • 12.11.06 Molly’s first booboo. The mirror-door cut on the itty bitty finger.
  • 12.31.06 Molly says “Dada.” Still doesn’t know who’s who.
  • 1.07 Molly can wave bye-bye, as taught by Mamaw & Papaw. Oh, wait no she can’t. She forgot. Then she learned again, then forgot.
  • 1.1.07 Molly picks very appropriate day for two new milestones: She pulls to standing in a laundry basket, then looks around with gleeful surprise at her new position, and she pulls herself to sitting from lying in bed. Neither have been repeated as of 1.11.07.
  • 1.11.07 Molly’s “vocabulary”as of seven months: “mama, dada, m-, b-, g-, t-, d-, eye, ee, uh, and the raspberries and squawks.
  • Eight and a half months: Molly waves Hi and Bye when prompted. She grins from ear to ear while waving.
  • 1.29.07 Molly crawls. She has a sideways-ish funny crawl. She uses the foot on one leg and drags the other a little. Very cute but worries me a tiny bit as it’s hard not to be a developmental hypochondriac when you work with physical therapists.
  • 2.24.07 We have taught her to clap. When you say “Yay, Molly!” or clap your hands she responds with little soundless soft baby clapping and a huuuuuuuge grin.
  • 2.25.07 First tooth! Bottom left front tooth. Almost nine months:)
  • 3.11.07 We discover three (!) new top teeth in various stages of breaking through.
  • 3.12.07 Molly learns “uh-oh!” Mama dies from the cuteness overload. This is the first real sound she mimics. It is awesome. She can also stand herself up sometimes and bend over then straighten. She stands pretty stable now. I predict walking very soon.
  • 3.14.07 Molly’s first steps, from Daddy to Papaw.
  • 3.15.07 Molly crawl-climbs steps.
  • 3.16.07 Molly hands me a book to read for the first time. It’s the baby animals one.
  • April 2007 “Dat!?” Pointing at everything, dat! dat ! dat?
  • 5.23.07 She climbs furniture. Into green old chair and up onto the arm. Very scary.
  • 5.30.07 Molly says cat. (Check up, 17 lbs 11 oz. 28″ tall.)

Beautiful Things to Never, Ever Forget:

  • Popeye face. Molly made this when she was hungry from the minute she was born. She opens her mouth sort of sideways and moves her head, rooting for nursies. She squints one eye, even.
  • The Moro Reflex. When Molly gets startled, she throws out her arms wide and it’s so cute. It looks like she’s trying to hug the entire universe.
  • Posing for newborn skin-on-skin photos topless with a naked baby, with breastmilk and urine dribbling onto the floor, cracking up.
  • Walking on the ceiling. Daddy’s favorite game. He turned Molly upside down one day, and I tried to find a reason to worry, but she loves it. He’ll pick her up by the fat little thighs and walk her on the ceiling. She is incredibly cute from that angle.
  • Molly playing with her hair with one hand as she nurses. The other is tucked in between us and her face is like the most satisfied baby face ever, her head tilted back, her eyes half closed and her mouth all fishy faced around my nipple.
  • Morning Molly. She purses her lips, scrunches her face, and stretches until you think she’s going to bend backwards into a complete circle. She flails her hands about wildly, she thrashes her head. She yawns. Then suddenly she’s still again, she goes limp as a wet noodle and falls back to sleep. Repeat from 6:00 a.m. until 10a.m. When she finally is awake, she snaps those bright, deep eyes wide open and starts babbling and cooing as if telling us about her dreams.
  • Molly’s new nursing noises: “ah, ahh, ahhh, AAAH!!!!” Urgently grunted while mouth is gaping open in front of Mama’s frantically-in-the-process-of-being-opened-bra.
  • Molly’s insane head-turny move. She shakes her head from side-to-side really fast and grins like a maniac. It’s hysterical.
  • Molly says mamamamama, and this seems to mean “Yay! My bum is naked! Away with the diaper, away!” Because she likes to babble it when she’s being changed.
  • Molly playing gently with the hair behind my ears as she cuddles me. (This makes the memories section. The fists full of pulled out hair don’t because I’ll be wanting to forget that part.)
  • Molly “talks” to herself. Sometimes when she’s engaged in cruising or “standing practice” she’ll make quiet little whispered baby babble sounds that sound like she’s talking to herself and is deep in thought.
  • Molly’s first “hug.” Entwining her skinny little arms around my neck and playing with my hair then squeezing, and tilting her head way back to smile at me like I was the sun.

daisybones | birthstory part two

We get everything together, and drive to the hospital. The drive is surreal. I know for sure that I’m going to have the baby in the hospital, and we are just going through the motions trying to still make it to the birth center. We pull in and go to the triage labor floor. This is, on some level, fucking hysterical- I have on a thick overnight pad and a couple of cloth diapers in my huge panties and am trying not to make a puddle in the floor, and to keep a straight face while I pretend I don’t know if my water has broken. The security guard at triage tells me I have to go through the ER. I argue, he argues. I lose, and waddle off to the ER, where I have to pretend again that I’m a clueless idiot who needs the midwife to check to see if I’m leaking amniotic fluid., all while the squishy ick continues. I’m extremely annoyed and bitchy. We finally make it through the proper channels, and go back up to triage and labor. Laurie meets me and has a sweet nurse bring me into a room. Bu has to wait outside because of some asinine hospital policy. Laurie check me, and talks to the nurse, and she says “Blah blah blah pea soup blah blah.”

My heart sinks- I’m having the birth in the hospital, with wires and IV’s and chemicals. Laurie does an exam. My cervix is STILL only a fingertip dilated. I’m terrified and resigned at the same time as she starts explaining to me that they have to induce labor (augment actually I guess.) The pitocin will help my cervix open, apparently. I ask her about cervical ripeners but it’s not policy at this hospital.. She goes over my birth plan with me, ticking away all the items that I’m unable to have. No IV refusal now, no tub, no shower, no food- but she orders clear fluids which is against their ice-chips only regulations. I tell her I realize that the plan’s out the window but I understand. I’m very grateful to her for being so apologetic in tone and so gentle presenting this information to me. She says she’ll call Debi for us when labor is more intense, that we’ll let her sleep a while. It’s around 1:30 or 2 a.m. now on Monday morning, Memorial Day. A nurse comes in to interview me with the same medical questions I answered before when we pre-registered just in case. She asks if Bu’s abusive, I assure her he’s not, and then they are finally allowed to let him in.

They hook me up to monitors for Molly’s heartbeat and my contractions. Oh, it turns out I’m having them every four minutes and had no idea. There had been some weird pain that I called “gassy/crampy” during the past couple of days which must have been them. They felt nothing like my Braxton-Hicks or what I’d expected, so I didn’t pay any attention. A young, newbie-seeming nurse comes in to insert my IV. Against the midwife’s orders, she puts it in the back of my wrist. They start the pitocin drip, and it makes me really drowsy. It feels like I took a valium. Laurie suggests I sleep between contractions, but I can’t.

Things at this point all run together in my mind. Bu’s mom had shown up early on before we were sure we’d have to stay. She couldn’t sleep, so she came on over. I don’t remember when my aunt Lo came with LaLa, our friend. They were there for most of it I think.

For the next few hours, things seem circular. The monitor falls off, the nurse fixes it, then the same thing again. The IV gets kinked, they unkink it, it kinks back up. (The midwife is seriously pissed at the newbie for the IV.) There’s contraction, rest, contraction, rest. I can feel them now, but they are no big deal. I have to pee a lot, and I make them bring me a toilet by the bed, because it killed my back when they had me use a bedpan. Every time I have a contraction when I’m up or on the toilet it feel really intense and they progress until they’re very uncomfortable.

Laurie checks me periodically. She says I am still not opening, and she explains that she’ll have to force open the cervix. The operation that fixed my birth defects left thick nasty scar tissue that won’t budge. The options are to insert forceps and open them quickly and forcefully, which makes me dizzy to think about, or to use foley balloon things to progressively widen it. She tells me both options are very painful and very gently tells me she wouldn’t recommend that I do this without medication. I realize that she must be talking about serious pain because she knows that I wanted no mention of pain medication, and I trust her judgment. I’m in a hazy this-isn’t-happening daze, but I know I’ll do what has to be done. I ask her “an epidural isn’t necessary is it?” and she says that would be overkill, that they’d give me a shot of Nubain. At some point later they give me the shot. It’s almost immediate and I’m loopy and stoned. I’m a little relieved and relaxed, and when Bu’s mom comes in I tell her giddily “I’m stoned,” and think briefly if she wonders how I know what being stoned feels like and then decide I’m a grown woman about to give birth and I don’t care. I think vaguely about my mom who definitely knew what being stoned feels like.

Birth Story Part Three

daisybones | birthstory part three

After the shot, the contractions stay the same for a long time, they are so much easier now. The midwife and nurses keep checking and tugging at my cervix. They never rip it with the forceps or use the foley though- they just stretch and tear it progressively I guess. Laurie goes to nap and says at 6 or 6:30 she’ll check on me. That’s in a few or a couple hours, I forget. The evil monitor keeps falling off and I feel fat and annoyed every time the cute skinny nurse messes with my ungainly gigantic belly. I’m still not excited, just dazed and cranky. I call my Dad at some point and he comes. In a while the shot wears off and my contractions get intense.

Laurie comes back and peeks at my cervix, and her jaw literally drops- 6 centimeters! She has cute skinny nurse look to confirm, and she agrees. They are very impressed and I am glad there will be no frightening, sudden tearing of my cervix. Laurie calls Debi, and shortly after this it’s shift change. The new midwife will be Delphine, who is our favorite. She gave us our first exam and we haven’t seen her since but her aura was so great I’m really excited she’s coming. I think she and the doula arrived roughly at the same time. I’m relieved a little that things are picking up. I decide it’s a decent enough hour to call Souster, my best friend, who must be getting ready for work. I very timidly ask her to come, telling her I totally understand if she can’t miss work. She scoffs, reminds me it’s a holiday anyway, and she’ll be right here. By the time she arrives, my dad, Bu’s parents and nephew, LaLa, Souster, Bu, and Debi the doula are all there. They wander in and out in shifts at my direction.

I’m getting very introverted during contractions and have to tell people to shhh. I’m afraid I’m being a bitch to Souster. Then I want distraction and since Souster’s here I send Bu to the car for Buffy DVD’s and CD’s. Turns out there’s no DVD player, so we put in Tom Petty’s Wildflowers, which was my mom’s CD and has much good mojo. It annoys the shit out of me and almost immediately I have them turn it off. Laurie’s still here when Souster comes because I remember they give me a foot rub with nice lotion together. I try to enjoy it but am violently angry at my feet for being so swollen. I can’t wait to be not pregnant. At some point Delphine comes- yay. I’m in a little better mood because I love her so much. I start getting in different positions and Bu helps me onto the bed facing the back. Debi makes me rock my hips through contractions. It’s hard to move- I want to clench every muscle in my body, but if I move it does help. I imagine the baby moving down, and hope she’s close. The contractions are getting really, really hard and every time I’m freaking out inwardly thinking “I can’t do this, I can’t do this…” They tell me they have to insert an internal monitor because they can’t keep the external one in place, and that they have to do a fetal monitor that screws into the baby’s head. I’m so sad and ask for them not to do the fetal monitor but they insist and Delphine’s very reassuring. I don’t believe them at all when they tell me it doesn’t hurt her, but I [have no choice] don’t think I can refuse even though I know better but I’m scared- so they do it. Her heart rate is perfect, just as it has been all along in between losing the damn monitor every two seconds.

Time is circular again. Contractions suck, Bu’s sweet, Debi’s quietly cheerleading and handholding. I’m a burning fire from hell and am freezing everyone in the room. Bu and Delphine have sweatshirts, Debi’s wrapped up in a hospital blanket. I remember Bu gets teary seeing me work so hard. I’m loud and groany grunty whiny during contractions. Delphine gives me an amazing pep talk about warrior goddess power and gets me to explain my yoni and triple moon tattoo. After forever I start to think I need to push. It’s a pressure but not overwhelming like I’ve heard it is. I wait a few contractions and then I say I think I want to push. I try on all fours and it’s hard. I feel like I can’t push hard enough.

After ages of pushing Delphine suggests I get on my back with my legs up. This progresses better but it’s so hard. I feel like I’m flunking gym class and my muscles are just not strong enough to get the baby out. Bu’s on my left and Debi’s on my right and they each have a leg on their knees and push back at me with all their weight each time I push. After a long, long time it seems, The baby’s head’s visible through a small almond shaped vagina that feels like a huge hole. My butt is inside out, all swollen and disgusting. I poop, I think. I keep pushing, expecting to see her plop out, but she never does. I’m confused. She looks so close, why won’t she come out? I can’t push any harder, I’m exhausted, just reach up in there and get her. I think she’ll have to use forceps. It’s frustrating. They ask do I want to touch her head? I don’t- they’re just trying to distract me and I am busy on this mission. Couple more pushes, no little baby head.

Delphine tells me she wants to do a small episiotomy, that there is scar tissue in my perineum like my cervix, and it won’t stretch. She and Debi tell me this is only the second one Delphine’s ever recommended. They say yes, it is necessary. They numb me and cut, and I’m scared this push will hurt more but it’s the same and in one or two more hard, hard, crazy hard pushes there is a small round brunette head OUTSIDE finally, and I push her the rest of the way out and I probably moan with pleasure it feels so good to get her little body out. I don’t remember her crying or the cord cutting but I kind of remember a warm wet baby on my belly. Then Bu cuts the cord, they clean her, and weigh her and bring her to me in a little hat. Oh Gods she is perfect. She’s wide awake and gorgeous and pink. I’m still lying down, and we nurse awkwardly in a propped up football hold.

Birth Story Part Four

daisybones | birthstory part four

After a while Delphine tells me my placenta won’t come out, and she has to reach in and tug. This is very painful and I’m just freaked out all over again. More pain? More complications? No, no, no, no. She pulls and the cord breaks off, my placenta won’t budge. She calls the doctor and on his advice tries again. No luck, so she pages him to come in. I’m scared and in a distant place again. Surreal, not happening.

The doctor arrives. He storms in, big and imposing and gruff and masculine. I hate him instantly. He asks Del if I had a spinal or an epidural and they tell him I’ve had nothing (the one dose of Nubain is ancient history) in a tone that tells me I really will wish I had. He is now scrubbed and gloved and comes over and shoves both hands inside me, all the way into my womb, and tears and pulls. I think I’m being torn inside out, my back comes up off the table, and I nearly throw tiny Emsy in the air. Bu takes her, holds my hand. It’s hell. (I can’t describe that pain- I should have fainted. I don’t understand why my body didn’t let me pass out. It was nightmarish.) It’s over at some point.

The baby’s in my arms, there’s a photo. Del stitches me up. Lo, the grandparents, my brother, Souster come in to see the baby. They take her to the nursery for a bath. I don’t remember when they brought her back, but I remember being so exhausted I didn’t nurse her then, and thinking I should but she’s not really hungry yet, she can wait a little while. (Later that night we have trouble nursing and I feel guilty thinking I should have nursed her when I was tired.)

When I’m ready to leave the labor/delivery room, I almost pass out getting out of bed. I’ve lost a lot of blood and they had almost given me a transfusion but decide not to. They wheel me off to the mother and child unit.

The next couple of days there are a blur, but I remember:

Bu changes her first poop diaper, and she poops on him. I think it’s hilarious.

Bu brings me yummy Pomegranate Kefir smoothie and wheat crackers.

The evil nurse who I let dribble formula on my nipple to get the baby to latch on, and me thinking ‘this is bullshit. why am I not telling her to shove the bottle up her ass?’

The mounds and mounds of pillows with baby on top, nursing happily but shallowly with her pitiful little tongue-tied latch.

Visits from Dad, Suzy & her mom, Veeta (hugely pregnant with M’Ello) & her husby.

The heel-stick that made me cry.

The insane night of crying that made me call Bu back to the hospital at 3 a.m. even though I’d sent him home at 1 to sleep.

Sucking at swaddling and having a nurse show us how.

The happy laughing-at-myself relief of counting ten fingers.

The very first few “popeye faces” – her hungry rooting face.

The headache they gave me a percocet for, and the Nap of Bliss that followed with my brand new baby swaddled up against me with sheets, belly to belly.

The endless annoying interruptions, discussions of her tongue-tie, having it clipped, and us finally saying fuck it and checking out against advice.

Being wheeled out in the wheelchair, proudly holding my baby girl and smiling an insanely happy, dog-tired, blissed out smile.

How tiny and adorable she looked in her little white eyelet dress from Big Em.

Noticing she looked like Bu’s granny in the car on the ride home.

Holding her little head up in the car seat because it was wobbling everywhere, and being absolutely in love with the feeling of that tiny face against my palm.

daisybones | milestones

This is more for my reference than anything. This post may appear from time to time in your feedburner as I update it. I’ll probably make an ennsy little *New! graphic so you can see what I’ve added.
Thanks for indulging me,
Roxy

Emsy does Stuff:

  • Two or three weeks: Emsy holds her head very steady. Strong legs too.
  • Around one month: Emsy smiles! Emsy babbles! She says “Aah!” and “Mehm,” which I think means “Dad” & “Mom.”
  • 8.8.06: Emsy rolls over. Middle of the night nursing she rolled toward me, and then found herself on her belly. Mama got up to pee, putting her on her back, and when I came back she was on her belly.
  • 8.15.06 Emsy laughs, almost. Co-workers say it counts:)
  • 8.15.06 Emsy picks up a toy- her bunny rattle from Baby Lysee.
  • 8.18.06 Emsy’s first tumble. Falls off couch while incompetent idiot mother tries to take her picture.
  • 8.28.06 Emsy laughs actual haha laugh for Daddy-monkey noises.
  • 8.29.06 Emsy laughs actual haha laugh for Mommy- tickled belly.
  • 9.6.06 Emsy finds her feet. Cannot sit still to nurse because they are too much fun and they are all she can think about.
  • 9.6.06 Shane calls me at work to report that Emsy has gotten her first big wet yucky doggy kiss. Dharma licked her from chin to forehead. Emsy giggled.
  • 9.26.06 Emsy perfects the art of The Raspberry, and Mama has a moment of nostalgic awe remembering when the baby was nicknamed Emsy Raspberry- because she was a tiny raspberry-sized fetus in my barely-showing belly.
  • 10.1.06 Emsy discovers her thumb.
  • 10.4.06 Emsy abducted by time-travelling dinosaurs and replaced by baby pterodactyl.
  • 10.23.06 Emsy sees her first snowflakes. She doesn’t care.
  • 11.11.02 Emsy can sit by herself if we sit her up.
  • 11.23.06 Thanksgiving Day. Emsy has her first meal- sweet potatoes! (Le yum.)
  • 11.30.06 Emsy sees Christmas lights for the first time. Unimpressed.
  • 12.1.06 Emsy says “Mama,” the babbling version, not the I Know Your Name Is Mama version.
  • 12.11.06 Emsy’s first booboo. The mirror-door cut on the itty bitty finger.
  • 12.31.06 Emsy says “Dada.” Still doesn’t know who’s who.
  • 1.07 Emsy can wave bye-bye, as taught by Mamaw & Papaw. Oh, wait no she can’t. She forgot. Then she learned again, then forgot.
  • 1.1.07 Emsy picks very appropriate day for two new milestones: She pulls to standing in a laundry basket, then looks around with gleeful surprise at her new position, and she pulls herself to sitting from lying in bed. Neither have been repeated as of 1.11.07.
  • 1.11.07 Emsy’s “vocabulary”as of seven months: “mama, dada, m-, b-, g-, t-, d-, eye, ee, uh, and the raspberries and squawks.
  • Eight and a half months: Emsy waves Hi and Bye when prompted. She grins from ear to ear while waving.
  • 1.29.07 Emsy crawls. She has a sideways-ish funny crawl. She uses the foot on one leg and drags the other a little. Very cute but worries me a tiny bit as it’s hard not to be a developmental hypochondriac when you work with physical therapists.
  • 2.24.07 We have taught her to clap. When you say “Yay, Emsy!” or clap your hands she responds with little soundless soft baby clapping and a huuuuuuuge grin.
  • 2.25.07 First tooth! Bottom left front tooth. Almost nine months:)
  • 3.11.07 We discover three (!) new top teeth in various stages of breaking through.
  • 3.12.07 Emsy learns “uh-oh!” Mama dies from the cuteness overload. This is the first real sound she mimics. It is awesome. She can also stand herself up sometimes and bend over then straighten. She stands pretty stable now. I predict walking very soon.
  • 3.14.07 Emsy’s first steps, from Daddy to Papaw.
  • 3.15.07 Emsy crawl-climbs steps.
  • 3.16.07 Emsy hands me a book to read for the first time. It’s the baby animals one.
  • April 2007 “Dat!?” Pointing at everything, dat! dat ! dat?
  • 5.23.07 She climbs furniture. Into green old chair and up onto the arm. Very scary.
  • 5.30.07 Emsy says cat. (Check up, 17 lbs 11 oz. 28″ tall.
  • 6.2.07 Emsy’s first devil horns, i.e. headbanging rocking awesomeness. She even pumped her hand as if to metal music. She is so cool.
  • Eleven months-ish- Emsy knows where her nose is.
  • Twelve months-ish- Emsy knows “Gimme Five!”

    Beautiful Things to Never, Ever Forget:
  • Popeye face. Emsy made this when she was hungry from the minute she was born. She opens her mouth sort of sideways and moves her head, rooting for nursies. She squints one eye, even.
  • The Moro Reflex. When Emsy gets startled, she throws out her arms wide and it’s so cute. It looks like she’s trying to hug the entire universe.
  • Posing for newborn skin-on-skin photos topless with a naked baby, with breastmilk and urine dribbling onto the floor, cracking up.
  • Walking on the ceiling. Daddy’s favorite game. He turned Emsy upside down one day, and I tried to find a reason to worry, but she loves it. He’ll pick her up by the fat little thighs and walk her on the ceiling. She is incredibly cute from that angle.
  • Emsy playing with her hair with one hand as she nurses. The other is tucked in between us and her face is like the most satisfied baby face ever, her head tilted back, her eyes half closed and her mouth all fishy faced around my nipple.
  • Morning Emsy. She purses her lips, scrunches her face, and stretches until you think she’s going to bend backwards into a complete circle. She flails her hands about wildly, she thrashes her head. She yawns. Then suddenly she’s still again, she goes limp as a wet noodle and falls back to sleep. Repeat from 6:00 a.m. until 10a.m. When she finally is awake, she snaps those bright, deep eyes wide open and starts babbling and cooing as if telling us about her dreams.
  • Emsy’s new nursing noises: “ah, ahh, ahhh, AAAH!!!!” Urgently grunted while mouth is gaping open in front of Mama’s frantically-in-the-process-of-being-opened-bra.
  • Emsy’s insane head-turny move. She shakes her head from side-to-side really fast and grins like a maniac. It’s hysterical.
  • Emsy says mamamamama, and this seems to mean “Yay! My bum is naked! Away with the diaper, away!” Because she likes to babble it when she’s being changed.
  • Emsy playing gently with the hair behind my ears as she cuddles me. (This makes the memories section. The fists full of pulled out hair don’t because I’ll be wanting to forget that part.)
  • Emsy “talks” to herself. Sometimes when she’s engaged in cruising or “standing practice” she’ll make quiet little whispered baby babble sounds that sound like she’s talking to herself and is deep in thought.
  • Emsy’s first “hug.” Entwining her skinny little arms around my neck and playing with my hair then squeezing, and tilting her head way back to smile at me like I was the sun.