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I'm a hand-holding, swing-pushing, story-telling Mama with a creative streak and a nurturing spirit. I like growing food and flowers (and people, hehe), sewing clothes and quilts, cooking and eating and running, a long, tight hug and the color yellow. I love date nights at home, spontaneous trips to the bookstore and hearing my babies laugh. I am indecisive, exaggerrative and I overuse parentheses. I am reflective and sentimental and quick to laugh. I think I still picture myself as a 22-year old, yet every year my life gets more fulfilling. I am still figuring out exactly who I am. :)

Friday, January 29, 2010

What?? A scrapbook page???

I did this a few months ago, and I'm so glad I wrote down these feelings...and that everything turned out a-ok. :)

Looking forward to feeling more in the mood to scrap. Soon. :)

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Life With Three

It isn't so much that it is more difficult, because in many ways, it isn't.

In fact, I would say transitioning from two to three is easier than transitioning from one to two, and in many ways, even easier than bringing home the first (have I already blogged about this? I forget, hehe). Maybe it's because I've done it before, or maybe it's because Lucy Girl is an easy-going baby, but I'm feeling more calm and confident this time around.

What IS more difficult is that almost every single moment of the day is filled. I'm lucky I found the time to blog today, hehe.

It is constant, this wonderful, joyful, playful, full-time job of mothering. I happen to love it, even when it is pure chaos and Noah gets home from work with nothing ready (or even planned) for dinner and I just sigh in relief at the reinforcements and the promise of adult conversation.

The most difficult part?

I'm a holder, and I only have two arms. Sometimes I have to tell one of my little ones that I can't carry them, or sit them on my lap. I'm always figuring out which one needs me most at that moment, and right now, it is usually Little Lucy. And so I act accordingly. But it always breaks my heart to tell the other ones that they'll have to wait. I know, they have to learn to wait their turn, etc. But gosh darn it, why weren't mothers given more arms?

Sometimes, when all three want to be held, we all pile on the couch and it's just as if I'm holding all of them. Those are the moments when I close my eyes and make a memory of how it feels to have all of them right next to me, so close it feels as if we're one.

Because someday, they won't want to be held and I will cherish those times when they did.

And because those moments, when we are all happy and content and fulfilled are what I want to remember most about these early years.

Oh, and I also want to remember the things they did to crack me up, like color themselves with marker...
...prefer their sunglasses worn upside-down...
...finagle a cell phone (the favorite toy of my boy) out of the closest person...

...run down the hall and jump onto each other in the baby bath......make beds in the kitchen while I'm cooking dinner (one-handed of course), etc.
And because she's so cute...

I am so lucky (and tired, hehe). :)

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

nine days new

Just a few quick notes about little Lucy at nine days new. :)

We call her: Little Lucy, Lucy Belle, Lucy Girl (Noah's favorite), Littlest Angel Girl

She likes: Being held (and we are happy to oblige!), being swaddled, having her head rubbed

She dislikes: Being undressed/cold, having her diaper changed

Personality notes: We think she is pretty mellow, meaning that she is perfectly content as long as she is well-fed, warm, dry and being held. :)

Sleeping: She sleeps pretty well for a newborn, meaning she seems to have her days and nights worked out already, and only wakes up to be fed, usually twice to three times a night.

Feeding: Less of a snacker than Alexander (who nursed every thirty to forty-five minutes), and usually nurses every 2-3 hours.

We just adore our little Lucy Girl, who seems to just fit into our family routine like a perfectly shaped little puzzle piece that we didn't know was missing until we found it. :)

Friday, January 15, 2010

In Daddy's Words

The Craziest Half-hour of My Life
By Noah Minton

It was January 10th, 2010, very early in the morning. I was awakened at 4:10am. Emily was having her 4th contraction in a row and from the tone of her voice I could tell they were serious. However, she had serious contractions before and after a couple hours they died down. We were sent home from the hospital once already with false labor (2 times with Claire). Emily said the contractions felt different this time and there was a lot of burning. I worried that something might be wrong, but figured everything would be okay since they did not feel like real contractions. Little did I know that Emily was having labor-pushing contractions which felt different because she was not on an epidural as during the previous two labors.

The contractions didn’t stop and soon Emily was screaming “I feel like I need to push! I need to push!” About right then I began freaking out inside. I kept telling her “No push! No push! We have to get to the hospital.” My idea behind labor was that the hospital staff knew what they were doing and I did not. If something went wrong we were far better off having the baby at the hospital. So I had a new mindset-get Emily to the hospital ASAP!

I called my Dad and asked him to get here as fast as possible. I gathered some things we would need and tried to calm Emily down. Soon she was asking me to call our neighbor to come over and watch the kids so that we could leave right now. At this point I knew things were not good. This baby was coming imminently. I called my Dad and told him we would leave the back door unlocked because we had to leave now. So we did and I drove like a maniac. Luckily there are not many cars out at 4am and the hospital was about 5 minutes away (2 minutes in this case). We made it to the parking lot knowing the urgency but not knowing we had less than 2 minutes until blast off.

Emily (stubborn as she is) would not let me drop her off closer to the emergency room and insisted on walking. As I was leaving the truck she grabbed my arm and told me to wait. “You have to stay here with me through this one”, she screamed. Then her water broke and for the rest of the pregnancy her favorite two words were “Oh My Gosh! Oh My Gosh!” As her husband I believe those to be the most frightening words I’ve ever heard. I told Emily, “We have to make it to the hospital. We can’t stay in the truck any longer.” So we made a made dash (or hobble) to the emergency room. I forced Emily to put her arm around my shoulders for support. It took forever (like 30 seconds) to make it through the emergency room doors. But finally we did and luckily it was empty so I knew we would be helped quickly. In my mind I was thinking “We made it!” However, no one there was prepared for what happened next.

I went up to up to the desk and spoke with as much control as possible, “Hi-my wife (pointing) is having a baby-right now!” The receptionist began asking for names but was quickly interrupted by “Oh God! Oh God!” She finally asked for some assistance and the doors opened. There were no less than four people coming over to help. They were bringing a slanted wheelchair to help move her into a birthing room. Emily was making her way over when she yelled “I can feel the baby’s head! She’s right there!” Right after the baby’s head popped out and I screamed “Her head-I can see her head!” But my voice was lost in the chaos and the receptionist stated, “She’s crowning!” I thought to myself, “No. She was probably crowning about 20 minutes ago. The baby’s head is already out and the body is coming!” But at least the other staff started moving with some urgency. They asked Emily to sit down in the chair, to which she replied, “I can’t sit down or I’ll sit on the baby’s head!” They got her to lay back, but as soon as a worker pulled off Emily’s leggings the baby came shooting out! No one was ready for that, least of all myself. But as she was hurling towards the ground fatherly instinct kicked in and I lunged forward to catch her. Covered in fluid she slipped off my hands, but it was just enough to stop her fall-I had caught the baby!

I raised her up expecting the staff to finally take over, but found my wife taking her into her own arms. At that moment I forgot all the chaos and realized that no matter how the baby comes into this world it is perfect. And the perfect spot for this baby was in her Mama’s arms. “Bulb syringe!”, I heard snapping back to reality. The workers were clearing out excess fluids from the baby’s mouth and nostrils. Finally they were helping! I took a step back and found a corner in the room to get out of their way, where I had the ultimate sigh of relief. It was over! The baby was out and crying so I knew everything was going to be alright.

They didn’t ask me to cut the umbilical cord this time around and I was glad. I had had enough of delivering babies. Emily was crying and apologizing to the baby. I reassured her that she did wonderful and everything was going to be fine. Then the question came up about her name. I took one more look at our beautiful baby girl and met Emily’s gaze. “Lucy”, we replied. “Lucy Anabel.” They soon took Lucy to the nursery where they warmed her up and washed her hair. She weighed 7 pounds 15 ounces and was 20.5 inches long (and was later measured at 19.75in. but go figure). Eventually baby and mother were reunited and she began nursing with ease. I think maybe she was making up for her crazy delivery. Some of the workers (and Emily) called me a hero for catching the baby and asked if I was going to become an OBGYN. I was thankful that I caught Lucy (all those years of video games and water polo were worth it), but I never wanted to experience that stress level again. Oh well. We were all still alive and Lucy was perfectly healthy (and perfect) and that’s all that mattered!

A few more...

Love this little sweater/hat combo from big sister
I think this one will be an all-time favorite
First walk with three!! The two Bigs (hehe) in the stroller and the Littlest Angel in the baby bjorn. :)
And just because she was so wide awake...

I can't believe how easy Lucy is to take care of. Probably most of that is because I've done this before, but I also think she has a mellow personality.

She is a tad orange- both Claire and Alexander also had jaundice at this age. I'm sure she'll be pink in a few days, but for now, she's getting lots of indirect sunlight. I might even venture to the park this afternoon. The Bigs would like that. :)

That's all for now!!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

she's here!!

Lucy Annabelle Minton

4:42 am
7 pounds, 15 ounces
20.5 inches

Until I really have time to sit down and tell the amazing story, here are some photos. :)it's not everyday you see three carseats in the back of a corolla, hehe.

be back soon with Noah's version!!

Friday, January 8, 2010

So Happy...

...that this little one made it all the way to her due date (no more preemies!)
...that she waited until all of us were healthy again
...that Alexander, and, by extension, me, are sleeping much better at night
...that I learned a new quilting technique (and have been able to try it out!)
...that Claire and Alexander play with their little kitchen every single day (and make me "birthday soup" with apples, pears, pretzels, corn and carrots, hehe)
...that she can't stay in there forever, hehe

Won't be long now. :)

Monday, January 4, 2010

Um, how am I still pregnant?

While it is still four days until my due-date, I'm really surprised I'm not holding a baby right now.

Not that it's a problem, I mean, all she's doing is getting bigger and stronger and healthier, and I love that there is no way to know when she'll be here, the magical mystery of labor, but it is getting difficult to sleep, hehe.

Let's review (since I know that if I don't write it down I'll forget...):

December 23: doctor appointment- 3 cm dilated, almost completely effaced. Dr's. words: "You'll probably make it through Christmas, but not to your next appointment."

December 27: six straight hours of regular, five-minutes-apart contractions (I was told to go to the hospital when my contractions were five-minutes apart for one hour). Everyone was on alert and ready to come have a baby, when the contractions suddenly stopped. False alarm. :)

December 31: 10:30am doctor appointment- dilated 5.5 cm. What Dr. Illingworth said: "Wait, is that right?? It's almost six, but I'd feel silly saying that with you not in active labor, so I'm going to say 5.5. You might have the first baby of the new year!"

12am-4am, regular, stronger contractions. Me, up and about, breathing my way through them and getting everything ready for the moment when I would wake Noah up and tell him "It's time to go!" I climbed into bed at 4 thinking that if I had three more in a row I would wake Noah up, and the next thing I know, I wake up at 6am to birds chirping and NO contractions. False alarm. :)

January 1: Our fifth anniversary. :) We watched Star Trek after the kids went to bed, and contractions started up again. This time, very regular and stronger than any I have felt so far. Two hours later, we called Noah's parents, Jim came over to be with the kids, and we went to the hospital. If ever I thought it was for real, this was the time. :) But alas, the contractions slowed down until they were nonexistent. I stayed all night and many times was offered pitocin to start contractions, and then they suggested breaking my water, but I am content to let this little one call the shots. They let me go home (even though I'm dilated 7cm), which was a real blessing, as I've gotten such good rest here at home. The kids are feeling better and sleeping better, which is a much more ideal environment in which to bring home a baby than one of chaos and germs and crying/tantrum-prone sick children.

So now we wait. I've had surprisingly few contractions since I left the hospital on the morning of the 2nd. I think she must be big in there because I hardly feel her move at all, but as long as I can get her out, no problem!! :)

Noah went back to work today, and Alexander wandered around the house for about ten minutes calling "Daddy? Where are you?" after he woke up. So he'll just take some time off when she decides to come, and it'll be fine.

Now I'm really curious if I'll make it to my next appointment on the 7th!!