Friday, December 19, 2014

Recent Favorites

I haven't been able to blog like I want to because, ya know - BABIES! They need entertaining.

But, there's no shortage of photos. Most of my favorites come when Jimmy and Spencer get their morning time. Such sweet moments. 

Spencer is now 7 weeks old! 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Spencer: One Month

My Darling Spencer,

Yesterday, you were one month old. Already! Everyone did warn me it would fly by. 

You were surrounded by loved ones, family who came to see you for the first time and spend Thanksgiving with us. 

Your Uncle Gary drove all the way from Florida. He loved holding you. He was a big help! Also, your Grandpa Gary and Christine came to see you. They flew on an airplane from Ohio. They brought Momma Starbucks. That made her super happy. 

The past month - our first month - was challenging and difficult as we're both feeling things out. We're finally starting to get a few things down. 

Believe it or not, I cherished the grind of the late night feeding withs you, watching the entire Gilmore Girls series over the past 4.5 weeks. You're the Rory to my Lorelai. 

You're doing great, lil muffin. 


Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving

I'm thankful for so much. Family that traveled far to see my new beautiful baby. Family who couldn't but still sent love. Friends who checked-in.

And, especially, my two loves.

I'm thankful that Jimmy finally got some quality time with his baby girl today. We put the baby carrier on him and she slept in his nook for, like, over an hour! 

He got to hold his girl! 

It was a huge, wonderful Thanksgiving moment. 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Spencer: A Birth Story

Spencer is now almost one month old (!!!). I need to jot all this down before it completely escapes me, aye?

This part of the story starts on October the 27th, a Monday. I had my weekly OB appointment that day. Jimmy and I both went. It was a run-of-the-mill check-up: weight, blood pressure, and urine check. My blood pressure was running a little high. Not scary high but, higher

The cervix check revealed I was still under two centimeters dilated. I was 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant.

Jimmy and I had discussed it and wanted to talk with the doctors about possibly getting induced on our due date, if I had progressed enough.  Our due date was that Thursday, October 30th. 

Our doctor(s) knew the transportation challenges we faced if I did actually go into labor: getting me to the hospital and getting Jimmy to the hospital.

We never really had to have that conversation because of the blood pressure factor. My doctor said because A) Since it's running higher B) We were so close to due date, and C) We were considering induction anyway -- they would like to take me in that night to start the induction.

My heart started racing. I wasn't expecting that scenario. Alright.

I started texting Mom, Sister and a few friends about plans for admission that evening. My mind started racing with things to do before I was due at the hospital at 8pm. Pack a bag for Jimmy. Final touches on my hospital bag. EAT! Nap? Time to get eyebrows waxed? Time for a pedicure? A friend reminded me to take a final belly pic. I took one with my final belly sticker and one more on my way out as I started feeling the emotions.
I did most of the things on my list (even pedicure/eyebrow wax thank you very much) as we arranged for Jimmy to get in bed super early so he could get back to the hospital at the crack of dawn, before the induction process truly began.

I kissed Jimmy goodnight and got in my car to head to the hospital. The labor and delivery nurse that admitted me was amazing and tenderheartedly curious about our situation. Between the paperwork and questions, she wanted to know all about the accident, the pregnancy, etc. She was genuine and it helped the time pass.

At around 10:45pm, I got something called Cervadil. It's a medication to help my cervix become more ideal for induction.

I didn't get much sleep that night. At around 6 or 7am, Jimmy was getting up and was on his way. He made it to the hospital around that time. I was glad he stayed home and got some rest for the impending events, but I was happy to finally have him there.

He got fed and comfortable. We kept the lights dimmed in the room and dozed together as the sun came up. It was nice.

My doctor told me I could eat lunch and take a shower before we got the party started. I was excited about that! Food! Shower!

At 1pm, I got Pitocin -- the Let's Have A Baby meds. At 1:30pm, my water broke.

Not knowing a damn thing about inducing, I stupidly thought, "Hey, this is gonna go by fast. I'm gonna have this baby in no time."


The Pitocin brought on the contractions. And the pain. Holy crap the pain. I lasted a few hours before asking for my epidural.

The epidural was no frickin' walk in the park. I found it uncomfortable and painful but was looking forward to the fact that it would supposedly help me to feel better. I think it took him longer to complete because of my scoliosis. Extra fun!

Jimmy and his nurse had to leave the room because it's a sterile procedure. I could only have one person in there with me; someone to sit on my feet so I wouldn't move during. That person was friend Jamie. Poor thing -- between the pain of the contractions and the awfulness of the epidural, she felt helpless in trying to soothe me. She did a good job of trying though.

The epidural was over and I was left to rest a little more comfortably. For an hour. Then, more pain. What the crap? An hour? That can't be right. The nurse agreed so they gave me a re-dose. This time, it lasted a little longer. I was finally able to get a little sleep.

My sister finally made it in on a plane from Ohio after several delays and Mom decided to come for the crucial first days at home.

I stayed at 2 and 3 centimeters for what seemed like forever. Hours later, I was a 7. Progress! Much later that night, I started feeling excruciating pain. Bad, bad, so very bad. I called for the nurse. She checked me and informed us I was 10 centimeters dilated. We did some practice pushes. 

The pain in between the pushes is what hurt the most. Such bad pain. F bombs and screaming like in the movies. Maybe it was normal but I felt a little cheated. I think my epidural was broken.

From the minute I got pregnant, Jimmy always said he didn't want to be positioned in the room to see, as my friend says, on the business end of things. He had planned to be head to head. When he got there and mapped out the logistics of the room (baby nurse station on the right and monitors on the left) he realized this may not be possible. Jimmy was lined up perfectly, much to his dismay, to see the business transaction.

Sister was on my left also looking at all the action, screaming things like, "Shes almost here! I can see her head! She's got a full head of hair!"

Meanwhile, further north, friend Jamie was fanning me off and trying to get me to take oxygen in between pushes.

Just diagonal, but a little further back was Jimmy. For someone who was ill himself, he did a good job of stomaching all of this. 

After about 45 minutes of pushing, there must have been something of interest happening. The doctor was called.

And with her came the freaking entourage. Baby nurses, more L&D nurses, people off the street -- I don't know. I do know it was a well-oiled machine and they readied the room and themselves in like 3-5 minutes. 

The doctor asked me if she wanted me to turn off the TV. I immediately said NO. It was nice having the distraction of a random How I Met Your Mother episode on in the background.

I kept pushing and in response, kept hearing, "You're so close!"



But, she eventually did come. It wasn't all lies. She popped out at 1:49am on October 29th in Decatur, GA with some Barney Stinson shenanigans happening in the background. 

Spencer Rosalyn Moore.

At first we heard a little whimper and not much else. The doctor suctioned her airways and quickly handed her over telling the baby nurse to stimulate her. She definitely was a whiteish-blue when she came out, but it was only a few seconds spent with the baby nurse and she was then a nice shade of pink and just screaming her little head off. Music to our ears. 

The nurse started to bring her to me for some skin-to-skin contact when I told her Dad gets the first touch/kiss. 

Jimmy saw it all. He saw his sweet daughter being born. I know it was absolutely effing disgusting, but I also know it's probably something so good that outweighs the nasty. 

One of the first things I noticed about Spencer is how curious she is. Those eyes just constantly scanning the surroundings. 

And with that, we were parents. I was wheeled up to the Mommy and Me floor where we'd be looked after. It was odd to have gone through all that trauma and not focus just on me. I had a little being to now pay attention to. No big. 

After 33 years of just me, 8 years of just me and Jimmy -- now there were three. 

A sweet little baby girl with a boy's name. Spencer.

Here's what I know about Spencer in the short four weeks I've known her: 

Still very curious.

She's in constant need of contact.

She hated her first bath but now enjoys the warm water.

Her favorite thing to do is to eat. She'll fit in this family just fine.

She hates wardrobe changes. She's also not a fan of diaper changes. 

She loves hanging out in the Ergo baby carrier. It's her favorite.

She's not a huge fan of riding in the car... if we're stopped. If we go, she's kind of okay with that. But even then... you're up against the clock.  Definitely not a fan of the car seat. 

She likes to look at the fire while sitting in her bouncy chair. She apparently also likes to watch football. 

She makes her Daddy beam with pride. It's amazing to watch.

She's the sweetest sweetheart.  And she's ours, all ours. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014


Friday, November 21, 2014

3 Weeks

I love this picture so much. Each morning when we wake up, I can see the character starting to take shape in Spencer's face.

She's so sweet and squishy.  She's liking the baby carrier, so I've been wearing her around the house to get stuff done. It's so nice! 

We're gonna try the carrier on her Daddy soon so he gets to "hold" her. 

As I catch my breath and some Zzz's: pictures, birth story and more pictures to come...

Monday, November 10, 2014

Spencer Rosalyn Moore

Our new universe... 

Life is lovely right now with this little bright light hanging around our house. Our daughter, Spencer, was born on Wednesday, October 29th at 1:49am. She was all of 7lbs and 4oz and 19 inches long. Smaller than we thought. 

She's almost two weeks old and is a very curious baby. It's one of the first things I noticed about her. 

Spencer is so unbelievably sweet and cute and just... pure lovely baby. I look forward to writing all about and reliving how she came into the world, but for now... 1) feed 2) pee/poop diaper disposal 3) nap 4) the quickest of showers 4) kiss baby on the head a million times/swoon/stare 6) repeat.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Good Fortune

As we try to get to the bottom of what's making Jimmy feel like complete crap, we deal with some difficult days and nights. 

Yesterday, Jimmy slept through lunch and it was all I could do to get him to eat a little dinner. 

We ordered Chinese because that's what my husband said he would eat. 

Although it was a quick, tough dinner, with a hope for better dinners and better days, I opened this fortune cookie. 

A reminder that there's some joy on the way. 

I would like Jimmy to be feeling great and be in a good state of mind for when this little love biscuit comes, but I know things don't always pan out that nice and neat. 

Still, we're looking forward to our good fortune. She'll be here any day now. 

Today, I'm 39 weeks pregnant. 

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Funny/Not Funny Things Said To Me While Pregnant

37 Weeks
I didn't get a lot of unsolicited belly rubs during pregnancy, which I was surprised by. I did get some funny/not funny comments. People crack me up. Got to love human honestly.  

And really, for all the awkward, funny/not funny comments -- I got so many more wonderful ones.

But... these make for a better blog post, sooo...  

Here they are:

*I knew something was up! You were really moody about those paper towels.

*You're pregnant? I knew your hips were getting bigger.

*I mean, I could tell you were gaining weight but I didn't think pregnancy!

*[On the closet nursery situation] Maybe don't keep your kid in the closet when they are a teenager.

*Especially for this, I wish Jimmy would get arm movement back.

*You used to be really focused on your physical health... 

*Young kid at Publix: "Mommy, she's pregnant like you! But she's fat! She's fatter than you!" [Cue poor mother mortified!]

*Omg your feet!

*You're having a girl?! Good luck!

*You're pregnant?! Good luck! 

*Enjoy your baths now. You won't get to take one for another 10-15 years. 

*Enjoy your sleep now. You won't get any for like 21 years.

I feel like my friends got more of the "You still have one or two months to go? You look like you're going to POP!" Which they hated. I only got one of those.

What were your best funny/not funny comments you got while pregnant?

Friday, October 17, 2014

38 Weeks

*All of the pregnancy count down apps are now comparing my offspring to the size of watermelon, pumpkin, spaghetti squash and leeks. 

*Apparently pregnancy carpel tunnel is a thing. 

*As of Monday's OB appointment, I was a fingertip dilated. It could still be weeks... and probably will be. 

*It's fall. Even in Georgia sometimes it can feel like fall. I tried on so many of my pairs of my shoes that aren't flip flops. Nope. I got nothing. Flip flops from here on out until I deflate

*Officially not sleeping much anymore. It was a good run. 

*I think I've finally started with the waddle. 

*I'm tired of peeing. 

*The cool, fall air is heaven sent. Wrap your arms around me sweet, sweet autumnal winds.  

*Jimmy is officially over all the preparations and ready for her to get here. 

*She picks her time of day and will move a bunch and wiggle about, but then most of the time she'll be chill. She's pretty good about not moving much at night. But, I'll tell you... she's now taking my breath away. She's big and it's so weird feeling ninja jabs at the top of my ribs and in my crotch -- at the same time.

*Oh, I read THIS and cried. What a wonderfully reflective time: The end of a pregnancy.   

Saturday, October 4, 2014

My Dearest Daughter

Hi there.  

I need to meet you.

I need to meet you so you can tell me your father and I are doing the right thing. We need to look at your face so we'll know. We need to hold you. 

Because right now, I'm scared and he's tired. He's tired of his injury. He's tired of not feeling good. He's tired of the not being rewarded for doing everything right. He's tired of the "always something." He's tired of being bored. He's just tired. Right now, my dear, he's just tired.

It's hard to watch. When I have the energy and the mental motivation available to provide him, I can help. If only a little. I can start the gas logs. I can put a blanket around his neck that's stiff from the cold air. I can make him something warm to drink. I can commiserate with him, even though I'm as warm as I was in mid-June. But sometimes being eight months pregnant makes helping him difficult.

We've gotten better at talking. Maybe due to therapy? Yes, we both had therapy after the accident, Daughter. It helped. We talked through the decision to have you, the challenges to get you and the joy we felt when we found out you were YOU.

When your father talks to me about how hard a time he's having, it breaks my heart. He's not one to complain much. So when he does chose to disclose feelings, it's hard. I want to make it all better for him. It's not fair what happened to him, you know. But things not being fair... that's life, daughter. It sucks sometimes. Life isn't always great. We're here to tell you.  

When we get so beyond down and out, we tend to think we've gotten in over our heads with the decision to have a baby. Sometimes life is fine with the injury. But sometimes it feels insurmountable. And that's when I feel like I really need to see you. I need you to reassure us that it's all gonna be okay.  I need you to let us feel that you'll provide something I can't possibly try to imagine.

I'm currently 36 weeks pregnant and things are getting harder for me. I did a lot today. I slept well last night so I had plenty of happy energy. But by 7pm, I didn't want to do anything more. But... because life isn't fair sometimes... I had to.  I had to put away the food on the stove, set the coffee pot, put clean sheets on my bed and get your father situated in his room. I sat quietly on the couch and cried, feeling sorry for myself that I couldn't ask your father to do these things for me. I miss having his help sometimes. Especially now. I know I'll miss it a lot when you get here. But remember what I was telling you about life not always being fair?

My tears quickly dried and I walked your dad in his room to get ready for bed. That's when he confessed to me that he was having a hard time. Just not feeling good and tired of it.  I started crying again (shocking) and he thought he made me upset.

He said, "I thought you wanted me to tell you when something was bothering me."

I was relieved.

I told him I was so happy he confided in me and was not upset at all. I explained that I was crying because I was having weird, emotional, overwhelming feelings, too. It looks like we're both having a tough time.

But in that moment, man, I was so glad to have your father right there. Right then. Only we get it. Only we get the gruesomeness and wonderfulness that we share in this life together. It can suck. And what we have to do to pull ourselves out of the injury funk sometimes, only we get it.

We want you to get it. We'll let you in on it. And we want you to be what pulls us out of our injury funk. No pressure, Daughter.

So, I need to meet you.

By all means, finish up what you're doing in there. It's important that you do. But we'll be patiently (or not) awaiting your presence. 

Maybe we've been broken a little by all this. We've slowly tried to repair ourselves the best way we know how. Maybe welcoming you, Daughter, will catapult us in our quest to patch ourselves up a little more.  

As hard as this life can be, we know you'll help us feel the fullness again.

Your Momma

Friday, October 3, 2014

36 Weeks

27 days left until due date!

Pretty, hair did, make-up on, just the right angle, belly sticker belly pic

Real life, feeling like complete crap, belly hanging out, sleep shirts don't fit belly pic

*Getting closer... weeks now! Holy buckets!

*We had an ultrasound on Wednesday to get a better idea of our baby's size and see how everything looked. She looked great! She's head down and facing my back, so in the birthing position, but that meant no cute ultrasound pictures with her detailed facial features, which I guess I was expecting. We couldn't see her face but could see her cute little legs crossed and folded up under her bottom. We also saw her practicing her breathing.  

*She weighs around 6.8lbs -- give or take a half pound. So maybe looking at an 8-9 pounder?

*My blood pressure is slowly creeping up. They want me to come back Monday to have it checked again and keep an eye on it. But they aren't too too concerned because it's not super high, and also I'm almost done. I've been told to take it easy, watch the stress, slow it down, watch the sodium, all that fun stuff. 

*Monday will also be our "labor talk" with the OB. We'll discuss our wishes and possible plans, options -- all that jazz. 

*Today Jimmy's nursing agency threw us a baby shower, which was amazingly nice of them. So many people we don't know came and celebrated. We were so touched. We also got a chance to talk to them about some challenges we could face once the baby comes and how to use the nurses more to our advantage for cooking, feeding, errands, appointments etc., once I'm not able to.  

*Uhm, we're gonna have a baby soon.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Culinary Kick

This weekend we stayed in for the most part... feeling kind of homebody-ish I guess. It could perhaps have something to do with the fact that there wasn't an ounce of sunshine. Cloudy and overcast all weekend.

Jimmy was having a rough couple of days: feeling weak, cold, and really dealing with a rough bout of fatigue. It was all he could do to stay up in the chair, not wave the white flag and go back to bed. Sometimes just staying up is an accomplishment. I applaud him. 

I wanted to cook this weekend. This has not been the norm lately. I have not had the urge to cook at all the last month or so. Since my energy level is a third of what it used to be, I have to jump on little whims like this.

This cooking bug came at a time when our dishwasher happens to be broken. Sooo lots of pots and pans and dishes to wash -- all day, everyday. Good times.

I made: Best Tomato Soup Ever by Ree Drummond

I liked this and so did Jimmy. Only thing is that I wouldn't have added so much onion. I like the flavor a good onion sauteed in butter can bring, but I don't like to be able to chew things in my tomato soup. Maybe I didn't cook them down enough. I also omitted the sherry. I do like a creamy tomato soup though, so I happily added the cream as it called for it. Yeah baby. 

Photo: Food Network

Remember how I just said I didn't like to chew things in my tomato soup? I lied. These ranch oyster crackers were AMAZING in our soup.
This was the selling point for Jimmy. Don't think he's crazy about t-soup. These crackers were so good. I used fresh dill instead of dried and left out the lemon pepper and garlic because the ranch packet has so much flavor. My friend will use this recipe with the mini cheddar Ritz cracker sandwiches. It super duper tasty and only should be eaten 1-2 times a year. My insides feel it after I devour those bad boys.

I saw this next recipe and thought it looked so good. Sweet and Spicy Chicken Bacon Wraps from 101 Cooking for Two

They were pretty easy and yummy. I used organic coconut sugar instead of brown sugar and it came out great. Jimmy liked it because it was different. I tend to make the same things a lot. These probably would be good for a football snack. Bacon wrapped stuff = crowd pleaser.

Since I'm anemic during this pregnancy, I pretty much keep a large plastic bin of spinach in my fridge for smoothies or side dishes at all times. I've been wanting creamed spinach. I found this healthier recipe from  It was so good. I used fresh spinach, like I said. I felt like I could have used the entire gigantic Costco bin! It just kept cooking down so small. At some point, I just had to say -- okay, there's going to be too much sauce. Very tasty though. I used a little cream.. just cause.

Lastly, I wanted to try this Greek pimento cheese from Seeded At The Table.  I have a friend who doesn't dig mayo (gasp!) who might get down with this. It's definitely Greek-y tasting.  A little hummus like with the tahini and lemon, but a pretty good snack. Only a portion of the guilt. I bought some whole grain pretzels at the farmer's market I like it with. Haven't gotten Jimmy to try this one yet. His brain can't understand omitting mayo for any reason. Or light mayo. His brain also doesn't understand light mayo.

Okay, I'm going to sleep for three days now. 
Photo: Seeded At The Table