Well,
It is our last night here. Finally we got the perfect sparkling bright sunny day that we have been waiting for this entire month. The humidity finally dropped and it was just beautiful out. David went for a nice long sail on his best childhood friend Soleil (its a boat goofy people, and yes, his friend is a boat; along with the trees as well)
Tabitha has been vocalizing for the last few days in a really cute way. She does it especially loud when I am singing to her. Almost as if she is singing along. She has changed so much since we have been here. Maybe it is the sweet Maine air that made her grow so much. I miss my little baby but am having fun with the little girl.
Tomorrow is our long journey home. It will take us about 10 hours including layovers if nothing goes wonky.
Talk to you when I get back and will share lots of pictures when I get back onto highspeed internet...using dialup really *is* like camping
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
new traditions
I have completely stolen this idea from another blogger. She started writing a letter to her daughter on the month markers. I thought that it was such a beautiful idea that I am copying her. This entire blog is being printed on a monthly basis and being put into a book for her when she is older.
2 things have happened in the last few days that need to be included with this post.
Tabitha had her 1st ride on a sailboat. David and I and her Grandparents Ken and Bev went out on their boat Sabasa. Tabitha was very interested in looking around at her environment. The water was endlessly fascinating, that is until she fell asleep. She was still asleep when were getting off the boat. Because she was so asleep I joked that we should put her in the canvas bag. We laid her down and she stayed asleep, which of course meant that I needed to take her picture.
THEN, to add to the excitement a BIG ASSED TREE fell on the house on Friday night. No one is hurt. The house got hurt, but nothing that can’t be fixed.
July 20, 2006
Dear Tabitha,
Today my daughter, you are 3 months old. I want to tell you how much I love you and how much having you as my little girl has meant to me. Your father and I wanted a baby so badly and tried for a really long time to have you. You cannot image how happy we were when the doctor told us that we were going to have our sweet baby at last. You were born at (edited for privacy) on April 20, 2006 at 7:31 in the morning. I was due to be induced because you just were having too good of a time in there. You were supposed to come out on April 11th but you were reluctant to come out. Our doctor, Dr _____ scheduled your eviction on the 19th at 8:30 in the morning but you would have none of that scheduled thing. You, as we have learned over the last 13 weeks will do things on your own time and at your own pace.
I went into labor at 2am on the 19th. The contractions were easy enough but consistent at around every 7 minutes. Around 5am I woke your Daddy to tell him that I was having contractions. It really was cute because he completely embodied the stereotypical dad whose wife tells him that she is in labor. He ran around like a chicken with his head cut off looking for the phones and the bags and all the stuff. I sat there and chuckled at him and told him that we would not be going in for a long time yet. I timed the contractions and continued on with my day until they got to be on the painful side. When I called the hospital to tell them that I was in labor they told me that they were really busy and there were no beds available and to labor at home for as long as possible.
As long as possible was 2pm in the afternoon. By that time I was really ready to get to the hospital and have some medical intervention (the Blessed Blessed Epidural). Your daddy called them and told them that we were coming, they said that they had 1 bed available and to get there so that I could have it. When we got there, there was no room. They had given my bed away to someone else, so I had to sit in the waiting room until one was available.
After we got a room and I had on a gown and an IV we proceeded to make preparations to meet you for the first time. You did not want to come out at all. The medicine that they gave me to make the contractions harder and faster did not sit well with you and your heartbeat would plummet. On more than one occasion I heard your little heart stop beating and I was so scared that I was going to lose you when I hadn’t even gotten to meet you yet. The doctors decided that it was too dangerous to keep you inside any longer and that we were going to have to remove you surgically. It all happened really fast. They dressed your daddy in a silly blue gown, booties and mask and winged me down the hall very quickly. I was put on a table that looked like a cross laying down. My arms and legs were strapped down and a blue sheet was put in front of my face so that I couldn’t see what was happening down there. I heard the reassuring thump thump thump of your heartbeat continuing to beat on the monitor. I was given medicine so that I couldn’t feel anything and they began to cut. It was the beginning of our separation. You, who had inhabited me body and soul for 10 months, was now being disconnected so that we could meet face to face.
It seemed like forever until I heard your little pitiful mewl. I was told that it was only 10 minutes but it seemed much longer. There was meconium in your amniotic fluid so they had to take extra steps with you when they pulled you out. They had you on a table and were working hard to make sure that you were breathing. That also seemed to take a really long time. I heard you cry and I started crying. My little one, my baby, my miracle was here in the same room with me. Breathing. Crying. Wailing. The nurse finally brought you over to me so that I could meet you. Your head was so round, all but the very top of your head that was a little cone shaped from trying to come out and failing. You looked squished and your cheeks were so fat and puffy. You had the most amazingly clear blue eyes that looked right through me. The minute I met you my life changed in an instant. Gone were he and I. We were a family, the 3 of us.
The nurse handed you to your daddy and he walked around with you and talked to you. It is his voice that settled you down. So quiet and contemplative were you in that moment. The world was new and you had never seen any of it. I was stitched up and you and I were wheeled to our recovery room where we stayed for the next 2 nights of the rest of our lives. Your Daddy and I feel so lucky to know you and to have you in our lives. You are amazing and do something new every single day. You started smiling at us when you were 5 weeks old, that smile, you know the one, the one that melts my heart. You rolled over from your tummy to your back on June 30, 2006. It was pretty funny because you scared the bejebus out of yourself and screamed bloody murder when you figured out what you had done. You can do it now with no problems and no tears at all. You went on your first plane ride July 1, 2006 to Maine to visit with your family. You met your cousin Elijah, Aunt Jen, Uncle Adam, Gramma Bev and Grampa Ken (the grandparents whom you had already met live here).
You had your first boat ride on Daddy’s favorite little sailboat Soleil on July 14 and really seemed to like it. Long Pond, where the family homestead is, calls to you; the loons call to you at night and it makes you smile. You gave me your first giggle just the other day and I again felt my heart melting all over the place. You also love to be naked. At times when you are screaming your fool head off, and let me tell you that you do an excellent job at screaming your fool head off, I will take off all your clothes and let you be naked for a while. That seems to make you happy. Daddy bought you your first jewelry and you are wearing a teeny little silver anklet with bells on it. It jingles and tinkles on your ankle when you move or are being carried from room to room. It makes me smile to hear that little tinkle tinkle when you are laying on the floor and kicking your feet. You are a joy and a delight little one. I cannot wait to see what it is that you are going to do in the next 30 days.
My love to you,
Momma
2 things have happened in the last few days that need to be included with this post.
Tabitha had her 1st ride on a sailboat. David and I and her Grandparents Ken and Bev went out on their boat Sabasa. Tabitha was very interested in looking around at her environment. The water was endlessly fascinating, that is until she fell asleep. She was still asleep when were getting off the boat. Because she was so asleep I joked that we should put her in the canvas bag. We laid her down and she stayed asleep, which of course meant that I needed to take her picture.
THEN, to add to the excitement a BIG ASSED TREE fell on the house on Friday night. No one is hurt. The house got hurt, but nothing that can’t be fixed.
July 20, 2006
Dear Tabitha,
Today my daughter, you are 3 months old. I want to tell you how much I love you and how much having you as my little girl has meant to me. Your father and I wanted a baby so badly and tried for a really long time to have you. You cannot image how happy we were when the doctor told us that we were going to have our sweet baby at last. You were born at (edited for privacy) on April 20, 2006 at 7:31 in the morning. I was due to be induced because you just were having too good of a time in there. You were supposed to come out on April 11th but you were reluctant to come out. Our doctor, Dr _____ scheduled your eviction on the 19th at 8:30 in the morning but you would have none of that scheduled thing. You, as we have learned over the last 13 weeks will do things on your own time and at your own pace.
I went into labor at 2am on the 19th. The contractions were easy enough but consistent at around every 7 minutes. Around 5am I woke your Daddy to tell him that I was having contractions. It really was cute because he completely embodied the stereotypical dad whose wife tells him that she is in labor. He ran around like a chicken with his head cut off looking for the phones and the bags and all the stuff. I sat there and chuckled at him and told him that we would not be going in for a long time yet. I timed the contractions and continued on with my day until they got to be on the painful side. When I called the hospital to tell them that I was in labor they told me that they were really busy and there were no beds available and to labor at home for as long as possible.
As long as possible was 2pm in the afternoon. By that time I was really ready to get to the hospital and have some medical intervention (the Blessed Blessed Epidural). Your daddy called them and told them that we were coming, they said that they had 1 bed available and to get there so that I could have it. When we got there, there was no room. They had given my bed away to someone else, so I had to sit in the waiting room until one was available.
After we got a room and I had on a gown and an IV we proceeded to make preparations to meet you for the first time. You did not want to come out at all. The medicine that they gave me to make the contractions harder and faster did not sit well with you and your heartbeat would plummet. On more than one occasion I heard your little heart stop beating and I was so scared that I was going to lose you when I hadn’t even gotten to meet you yet. The doctors decided that it was too dangerous to keep you inside any longer and that we were going to have to remove you surgically. It all happened really fast. They dressed your daddy in a silly blue gown, booties and mask and winged me down the hall very quickly. I was put on a table that looked like a cross laying down. My arms and legs were strapped down and a blue sheet was put in front of my face so that I couldn’t see what was happening down there. I heard the reassuring thump thump thump of your heartbeat continuing to beat on the monitor. I was given medicine so that I couldn’t feel anything and they began to cut. It was the beginning of our separation. You, who had inhabited me body and soul for 10 months, was now being disconnected so that we could meet face to face.
It seemed like forever until I heard your little pitiful mewl. I was told that it was only 10 minutes but it seemed much longer. There was meconium in your amniotic fluid so they had to take extra steps with you when they pulled you out. They had you on a table and were working hard to make sure that you were breathing. That also seemed to take a really long time. I heard you cry and I started crying. My little one, my baby, my miracle was here in the same room with me. Breathing. Crying. Wailing. The nurse finally brought you over to me so that I could meet you. Your head was so round, all but the very top of your head that was a little cone shaped from trying to come out and failing. You looked squished and your cheeks were so fat and puffy. You had the most amazingly clear blue eyes that looked right through me. The minute I met you my life changed in an instant. Gone were he and I. We were a family, the 3 of us.
The nurse handed you to your daddy and he walked around with you and talked to you. It is his voice that settled you down. So quiet and contemplative were you in that moment. The world was new and you had never seen any of it. I was stitched up and you and I were wheeled to our recovery room where we stayed for the next 2 nights of the rest of our lives. Your Daddy and I feel so lucky to know you and to have you in our lives. You are amazing and do something new every single day. You started smiling at us when you were 5 weeks old, that smile, you know the one, the one that melts my heart. You rolled over from your tummy to your back on June 30, 2006. It was pretty funny because you scared the bejebus out of yourself and screamed bloody murder when you figured out what you had done. You can do it now with no problems and no tears at all. You went on your first plane ride July 1, 2006 to Maine to visit with your family. You met your cousin Elijah, Aunt Jen, Uncle Adam, Gramma Bev and Grampa Ken (the grandparents whom you had already met live here).
You had your first boat ride on Daddy’s favorite little sailboat Soleil on July 14 and really seemed to like it. Long Pond, where the family homestead is, calls to you; the loons call to you at night and it makes you smile. You gave me your first giggle just the other day and I again felt my heart melting all over the place. You also love to be naked. At times when you are screaming your fool head off, and let me tell you that you do an excellent job at screaming your fool head off, I will take off all your clothes and let you be naked for a while. That seems to make you happy. Daddy bought you your first jewelry and you are wearing a teeny little silver anklet with bells on it. It jingles and tinkles on your ankle when you move or are being carried from room to room. It makes me smile to hear that little tinkle tinkle when you are laying on the floor and kicking your feet. You are a joy and a delight little one. I cannot wait to see what it is that you are going to do in the next 30 days.
My love to you,
Momma
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Ona Hike!
We have been in Maine for slightly over a week now. It has been really amazing. The night before last there was the most amazing full moon and then last night there was a downpour of rain and thunder and lightening. I can honestly say that I have never seeeeeen raaaaain fall.like.that.
wow, you couldnt see 2 feet in front of you it was falling so fast and hard.
OF COURSE I had to go put on a slicker and go stand in it on the dock. That was until a big boom of thunder cracked and I had.to.get.out.of.the.rain.
Thunder scares the bejebus out of me.
David took Tabitha out in the rain so that she could see what rain was like, she didnt like it. go figure.
We went on an amazingly fun hike yesterday to Hadlock Brook.
Tabitha was in the Snugli on David's back. I carried her for 10 months, it is his turn.
I have video of her rolling over but in Maine I am on dialup, not sure I have the fortitude to withstand the wait of upload times.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Multimedia message
On my way to maine. Waiting in philly for my connection ! I am excited to see and meet all my relatives.
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