Thursday, March 14, 2013

birthday tutu




We had a big birthday bash for Alaina and her two buddies a couple of weekends ago, which is the reason she has a birthday tutu. I'm waiting for some professional photes so I can blog about it. I didn't even have my camera with me. Big woops.


Since 007 is out saving the world right now, Graham and I celebrated Alaina's true birthday by making her a strawberry-banana cake.

I celebrated the day I gave birth by having a few good girlfriends over to eat cake with me once I put the kids to bed.

It was perfect. 



While we were eating Alaina's birthday dinner, I asked Graham to tell me something he loves about Alaina.

His response: "I like when she plays with me."



Then he asked me to tell him something I love about Alaina.

My response: "I love when she snuggles with me."


I hope she never stops snuggling me. It truly is the best thing on Earth.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

in case you want to relive the magic of A's birth story...




My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt.
~William Blake

Monday, March 12, 3:00 pm: 

41 week check-up with a different doctor, since mine is leaving town this week. He's a seasoned OB/GYN with a Spanish accent and a non-chalant, it's up to you, attitude. Even though I've been complaining for weeks, I think I'll go ahead and wait some more for labor to happen naturally, since the baby has plenty of fluid and appears to be as healthy as can be.

Monday, March 12, 3:00pm-Midnight:

Hmm, I sure have been feeling a lot of contractions today. More than usual, but they are not any stronger than they've been for the past 3 weeks, so I'm not going to get excited.

Tuesday, March 13, 12:01 am:

BA-BY! BA-BY! BA-BY! 

Tuesday, March 13, 12:05 am - 1:00 am:

"Hey, Tony. Welcome to bed. Um, are we sure about the names we've picked out? Let's talk about it for awhile." 
Oh wow, that feels a little funny in my hiney. Maybe this is the beginning of labor. No, calm down, Katherine. Don't get excited. Just get some rest. You'll still be waiting in the morning. No big deal. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

Tuesday, March 13, 1:54 am:

Holy shit! It feels like something just zapped my tail-bone. What was that? Keep resting. Get some sleep. This could get real. Go to sleep. Let Tony sleep. We all need some rest if this is going to happen in the morning. Sleep. 

Tuesday, March 13, 2:22 am: 

Okay, the pain is getting real. A little more consistent. Feels like it did when labor began with Graham. "Tony, I think something is happening." 
Let's go ahead a time how long it is before I have another contraction. 

2:27 am:

That was a good one. Okay, maybe we should get out of bed. No, not yet. Don't get too excited. Calm down. Breathe. Wait for another one.

2:32 am:

Okay, okay, that hurt. Let's get going. Breathe. Walk. Change into sport's bra and comfy exercise pants. 

2:37 am:

Having some trouble breathing. Can't go wake Graham. "Tony, I'll meet you in the car." Breathe. Ouch. Breathe. Calm down. This is really happening! Yay! Breathe. 

2:45 am:

"Hey Graham. Get buckled up, buddy. We're taking you to you're friend's house. The baby is coming." Breathe, Katherine. Breathe. Moan. Try not to worry Graham by screaming. This hurts a lot, but you can do it. Be strong for Graham. Oh my, why do we live on such a bumpy road? Oh wow, that hurts. Okay, we're driving. We're going. The pain is coming quicker, now. Wow. Ouch. Bump. Breathe. 

2:55 am:

Get out of the car to kiss Graham goodbye. Oh, that was a mistake. Can't walk. No time in between contractions. Why are they coming so quickly? I want my relaxation between contractions, but there's no time. Okay, back in the car.
"Tony, these are coming quick!" 
Okay, calm down. Driving. Bump. Ouch. Bump. Oooh ouch ouch ouch.
I need to call my mom. I can do that. Dial the number. "Oh, hey Michael. We're going to hospital, now, to have to baby. Hey, Mom. Okay, gotta go. It hurts!"
"Tony, they just keep coming. It's like I'm having contractions between contractions!" 
Oooooooooouuuuuuuuuuucccccchhhhhhhhhhh!
The road sure looks blurry. Breathe. Breathe. Bump. Ouuuuuuuuuuuccccchhhhhhhhhhhhh!

3:23 am:

Oh man, I have to get out of the car and walk into the hospital. Okay, I can do it. One foot in front of the other. Okay, into the doors. Oh, there are a bunch of dudes in blue Navy uniforms. Ouuuch. Breathe. Breathe. Oh, thank goodness, there is a wheelchair. Sit in the wheelchair. Okay, can't sit down, that hurts. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Now, sit. Okay, here we go. Blurry. Everything is blurry. Up the elevator. Oh, that is a nice picture of a baby's foot and a mother's hand. We must be in Labor and Delivery. Hello, lovely nurses. 
One of them says, "Okay, let's go in here. You look uncomfortable."
Ouuuuuuuchhhhhh! Ouuchh! Weird. I need to pee. And they want me to change into a gown. Alright, I got my pants off, but I can't do the shirt. This hurts. I need to lie down. There's the bed. Okay, lie down. 
"I need to puuuuush!"
What are they doing to me? Why the IV? Do they really need my blood pressure right now? Why won't they let me push? They keep telling me to breathe and be calm, but I just need to push.
"Guys, I neeeeeed to puuuussshhh! It's coming out!"
Tony is telling me to let my body do what it needs to do. I love Tony. Man, I love him. The nurses are telling me to wait for the doctor and they keep poking me and jabbing me and hooking me up to monitors. Ugh. Ouuuch. Um, how can I possibly hold this in?
"Guys, this huurts, there's no time between contractions. I need to puuushh! Please? Why can't I push? The baby is coming out. It's coming out!"
The nurse checks out my cervix and I hear her saying, "Yep. She's right. It's time to push." So, why are they telling me to wait? We're waiting for the doctor? Can't the nurses just deliver the baby? They should know how to do it, right?
Ah, there's the doctor. What? He needs to go change his clothes, first? Huh? "I NEED TO PUSH! I'M GOING TO START PUSHING, NOW!"
Oh, good, the doctor is here with some scrubs on. He's taking control. He's commanded them to "break the bed." 
He's so calm. How can he be so calm?
"Let's stretch the perineum," he says, "Give me a little cough. Ehe, ehe." 
Wait, can I please have a mirror? I'd like to see what's happening down there. Oh, there's a mirror. Oh wow, I'm going to push, now. There's something coming out! Aw, man, they put my legs up. I can't see anymore. 
Tony declares "There's some hair on this one!" Is he talking about my vagina? Oh wait, no. On the baby! The baby has hair!

Tuesday, March 13, 4:16 am - 4:17 am: 

Ouuuuuuuuuuuch!! "Shit, you guys, this really huuuuuuuuurrrrrrttttttttsss" Push. Push. Burning. Ouch. Push. Yay, they're letting me push. Ouch. Push. Breathe. Push.
Tony says, "The head is out. Here it comes...... They baby is out. It's out!"
I hear people saying something about a girl. It's a girl? A girl? I have a daughter? Wow! Really? It's over already? She's out? For real? That was so fast!
Tony asks, "Can we put her on up here on the belly?" There she is! On my belly. Crying. So pink. So, so pink and healthy. So healthy. Beautiful. So, so beautiful! And pink!
Someone asks, "What's her name?"
Tony stares into my eyes. "Alaina." I say. "Alaina Marie." 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

growing pains

Growth is good.

I know this.

I do.

But for today, I am desperately trying to stop time.

To keep things from growing.

To stand still.

Because, tomorrow, this girl







will turn one whole year old...

I will celebrate her growth tomorrow, but today, I just want to hold on.

To be still.  


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

va bene va bene va bene



I ran some errands with my Italian friend, Daniella, today. Here are some of my favorite things she said that capture the spirit and culture and different way of doing things here so, so well...

We drove around a parking lot and she kept telling me to keep going keep going keep going to try to find a white-lined space so we didn't have to pay. There were none to be found, so she said, "Okay, just pull up behind this car," into a totally illegal and slightly dangerous spot. She said, "It's okay. I'm pregnant and we'll only be gone a minute."

When you're pregnant in Naples, you can get away with anything.

                                                                         ****

As we were driving, she was telling me about her preeclampsia and how her doctor told her to stop eating pasta and to only eat fruits and vegetables. She said, "I tried to eat only fruit and vegetables for two months, Katherine, but I got so unhappy. I quit smiling. I didn't want to do anything. So I ate some pasta and felt better. Pasta makes me happy."

I told her I intend to eat as much pasta as possible before we move away from Italy this summer. She immediately called her sister and demanded she make us lunch.

It was pasta bolognese.

I was happy. 



Monday, March 4, 2013

because I just have to do this


Go GONZAGA!

I've spent countless hours and literally shed a little blood, a lot of sweat, and multiple tears supporting this team throughout my life. And I know for certain I'm not the only one. There are many, many proud Zags out there. Nice work, boys. Keep it up. 


Thursday, February 28, 2013

shopping

It's no secret that I have a deep disdain for shopping and a subsequent lack of fashion sense.




Apparently, hatred for shopping is not genetic...


Tuesday, February 26, 2013

a quiet week

There's not much to blog about right now.

Over the past weekend, we celebrated the birth of our friend and just hung around with some of our friends here.








So far this week, we've just been laying low and preparing for Alaina's big birthday bash on Saturday. Dr. Seuss theme. It should be a good time. I wish ya'll could come.

 

I just wanted to say hello and I hope your week is going alright so far.