Merritt's Birth Story

On November 18th, I woke up wondering if my water had broken, in short, I felt like I had a leak. I obsessed about it for about 2 hours before I called and set an appointment to see the doctor. At the doctor's visit, I found that I had dilated to a 3 (had been 1 cm for several weeks). He predicted that I would give birth within the next week considering how quickly I went from a 1 cm to a 3 cm. He explained that with term babies, there would more than likely be a gush when my water broke.

I had an especially hard time walking and moving the rest of the day. Though I followed through on getting everything arranged if the baby were to come soon, I had doubts that I would deliver in the next week. I really thought that I would just be insanely uncomfortable for the next 3 weeks.

That night we went to the mall so that all of us could get out of the house and burn some energy. I was so slow going and mostly just stood and watched Everett and Erik lap the stores.

Throughout the night I had horrible contractions, and being physically tired and just tired of timing the contractions, I just let them come thinking that they weren't doing much. At 5:35 in the morning, the gush happened and woke me up. My water had broken. It Was Time!

I woke up Erik, he called Everett's caretakers, and I calmly walked through the house grabbing the couple of things that we hadn't packed. The hospital is about 30 minutes away. I had contractions that were horrible, but none of them were patterning. I was excited about the time of day that it happened--our caretakers could come over with minimal interruption of their workday and Erik and I could get to the hospital without waiting through rush hour.

When I was gathering my things, I heard Everett calling out my name. WHAT? We weren't loud, but he must have known something was up. He had removed his zippered footsie pajamas and was ready to GET UP! Meg and Aaron took over as soon as they arrived and we were on our way.

On the drive over, the contractions patterned to 3 minutes apart. Yes, THREE. I couldn't believe it. Erik drove as fast as he could muster (yeah, that is pretty fast) with the hazards on warning others that we were going to get around them one way or another.

By 6:30 I was in triage in Labor and Delivery and needed the epidural RIGHT then. No go, gotta get pumped full of fluid first. I tried not to scream at them and overreact thinking if I did that it wouldn't matter since lots of women may overreact in that room, but I felt so much pressure and the contractions were one on top of another. No breaks between. Even when I had Everett, there was a break between contractions while I was pushing.

The nurse checked me, I was 4 cm. I don't think she realized how much pressure I was feeling. After 20 minutes, we were wheeled to the delivery room. As soon as I saw my nurse, I said that I needed to push now. And not like the "I need to push, can I?" But the "I NEED TO PUSH AND CAN'T STOP MY BODY FROM PUSHING!!!"---where was the epidural. She called for it, checked me, looked at me, and said,"you are fully dilated."

Fully dilated . . . that means it is time to push . . . that means no epidural.

There are many things that I would like to experience and many things I don't want to experience. I considered pain management during delivery one of those instances where I could choose what I wanted to experience. I didn't want to experience an epidural-free delivery. I had put up with horrid contractions for a good part of the pregnancy and wanted to be free of paralyzing pain to see my baby born. (I like to watch it happen with a mirror they set up. So amazing.) Once I realized it that wasn't an option anymore, I wanted to get it DONE.

The nurse contacted the doctor on call and happened to walk into her in the hall. She was leisurely walking in to check on me because as far as she knew I was only 4 cm.

She saw my face, realized the situation, asked if I had an epidural with Everett, and wanted to give me the choice. I knew that there would be no waiting. This baby was coming now. All I could do was manage to choke out,"DONE," between clenched teeth.

I don't know how long I pushed. I do remember that I did all I could to push my baby out and just tried to focus on that blocking out the pain---finishing this so that the pain would stop and I could enjoy the rest of the experience. I remember that I had my eyes closed the entire time and they had to say,"Open your eyes, HE is here!"

What a miracle! My baby was here!

8 pounds, 8 ounces

21 and 3/4 inches long

He entered the world at 8:05 am on November 19th.

Merritt was here. I got to hold him for ages after I delivered. I was able to feed him shortly after delivery. I didn't have to give him up until I was ready for Merritt to get his bath. MY Choice. My baby. No NICU. NO giving up my baby. It was great.

Erik didn't fare as well as I did for a portion of the delivery. He broke out in the hot sweats and the doctor ordered him to sit down until he felt better. BTW, those people that say that you heal faster if you didn't have an epidural are LIARS.

Later that day, Everett visited the hospital. He and Erik were on their way to a special dinner and came to meet Merritt first. Everett brought a present for Merritt. Merritt had a present for Everett.

The first thing Everett said when he gangbusted into the hospital room was "BABY!!!" He was so excited to meet baby and see momma. What a precious boy.

Going Home
We stayed a couple of days so that they could watch Merritt's bili levels. Though we ended up going back and admitting Merritt to the hospital the next day, we were excited to go home, get Everett, and start building our new life together.

Oddly, getting out of the hospital turned out to be the most stressful of all the interactions we had with hospital staff. The volunteers got lost. In their own hospital. Wouldn't listen to Erik tell them they were lost. I was pushed around and roughed over construction areas, huge Bumps, countless elevators, and was ready to get out of my circa 1950s wheelchair and walk a mile just to get to the car on my own. We did make it. The two volunteers were sort of two halves make a whole . . . but not, bless their hearts.

Merritt is here. Merritt is at home. We are Thrilled.

Thanksgiving

Erik and I have always felt blessed. Though we do hit rough patches and bumps throughout the year, we are always quick to acknowledge just how much our lives are blessed particularly with blessings from a Heavenly Father and with friendship and love from our family and friends.

It will be no surprise to you that I feel particularly blessed this year. We were blessed with the opportunity to become pregnant, blessed with the resources to fund that opportunity, blessed with the best medical care during the pregnancy, blessed with good and solid jobs, blessed with the most loving toddler, blessed with friends who seem to know our needs before we even do, blessed with family who are unwavering in their support and love, blessed with our Merritt, and blessed to have each other.

The holiday of Thanksgiving was never a particularly fave holiday for me. It was just one more time that I would sit at the little table with the rest of the kids. At the same time, it was always fun to have Dad around for the weekend, and I always enjoyed the roadtrips to visit family. The timing of Merritt's birth has changed how I cherish this holiday. My first holiday with my two boys and husband.

Unto Whom Much Is Given, Much Is Required is a teaching that we live by and expect of ourselves--rather, require. We have been given so much--oftentimes, it is humbling to figure out how we can fulfill the second part of that statement. In any case, we realize that we have been given much and for that we are grateful.

• This morning Evy said, "Wow, Cool!" as he watched his dad flip fried eggs in the air for our bagel sandwiches.
• Merritt hung out with Dada and Evy in the living room in the light of a flickering fire as Momma took care of herself after a rough night.
• Evy tried to take care of Merritt by sharing his breakfast.

Right now, both boys are on Dada's lap--Evy is reading his I'm a Big Brother book to himself, Dada is watching Cars (the movie Evy begged to watch), and Merritt is sleeping.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Home Sweet Home

All the Sjolseths are now back at home. We are enjoying getting to know Merritt. Everett is sick--so we've got some toddler crankies going on . . . but overall we are faring well.

Merritt's bili level is still high and he is still yellow, but his bili level hasn't rebounded to the level it was on Saturday. We'll take that.

We haven't had much chance to take pictures of him since Friday . . . something about having to keep him in the isolette, which every nurse reminded me of upteen times and would basically faint if they saw that I had him out. HE HAS TO EAT!!--I wanted to scream. (Kind of annoying when someone else feels like they can boss you around about your kid.)

Tomorrow will mark our first day without a doctor appointment or some annoying prick on the heel. We are all looking forward to that.

Evy and I are hanging with our ball "step stools" in an effort to get rid of our cankles. I must say that it worked quite well for both of us.

Evy's Thought for Today

Erik is currently getting in some Merritt holding time before he takes Evy up for his nap. Evy is trying to be involved by "giving" Merritt a pacifier and talking to Merritt.

After a few minutes of silently gazing at Merritt, Evy looked up at Erik and said, "Turtle!"

Erik said, "Does Merritt look like a turtle?"

Evy replied, "YES! HAHAHAHAHA!"

My Bili Boys

Right now, Merritt and I are in the hospital. He is sunning himself under two bili lights and laying on a bili blanket. I am slowing watching my ankles turn to cankles since all that pregnancy water retention hasn't left yet.

We knew Merritt was jaundiced when we were discharged from the hospital on Friday. What we didn't expect was how quickly his levels would rise by day 3 (most rise to the numbers he has by day 4 or 5). After a harrowing experience getting a bili level done on Saturday (still don't know if I want to share that--too tired to think about it), Merritt was admitted Saturday afternoon.

Evy also experienced the bili lights while staying in the NICU. I hear that everyone in my family gets at least a bit of jaundice, too.

Merritt fought the isolette all evening, crying hysterically. He is so long, he can reach both sides of the isolette with his hands and he beat the Plexiglas container with his hands and feet--rolling to the "access" side when he figured out where the hands come in and out. Thankfully, today he seems more content to hang in the heat with his sunglasses on . . . for that I am grateful.

"Bebrit"--as Evy calls him, is doing well. We may stay another night. Me, I'm ready to be at home with my boys so that we can all get to know one another. For now, I am thankful that I am able to be with Merritt while he gets a tan. Hhhmmm--My cankles could use a tan, too.

Picture With Mom on the Day Merritt Was Born

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500th Post: All About Merritt

We just wanted to put something brief out there to give an update.

Merritt is a cutie! He eats, pees, and poops more regularly than the rest of us and is a Squeaker and a Grunter, which we love.

We'll post pictures later, but he has a cow lick right on the front of his hair line on his forehead. He also has a cow lick in the back, like Everett. His hair is really dark right now, as well as his eyes. Like all newborns, he can tell you when he is uncomfortable but hates it if you do anything to make him more comfortable, like change his diaper or clothes. His skin is RED!

Everett and Merritt met last night, exchanged presents, and got a good look at one another. Everett, being his affable self, wanted to give Merritt hugs and kisses. He also wanted to hold Merritt, but changed his mind when given the squirming bundle. Everett is excited about the baby.

We are all doing well and appreciate the tokens, phone calls, text messages, and congratulations. Both Merritt and Sheila are doing well and receiving the best care. We are very blessed.

Thanks also to the Everett Caretakers that have watched him through this time! He is just having a party everywhere he goes!

8 lbs 8 oz - 21 3/4 inches

Merritt Walker Sjolseth

Evy's New Room

He loves his new room.

(This is how dark it is at 4:00 in the afternoon.) And isn't that a great valence!

The mattress on the floor is an extra crib mattress that I ended up getting quite by accident. I made it into a reading area using extra material from his silky blankies to cover some extra large pillows. This is one of our favorite places to hang at the end of the day.

The hooks for his towels and jackets were a labor of love, sweat, and swearing completed by his father. Evidently, there was a reason why I was able to get each one for only 25 cents.

Pretty soon Evy is going to have to give up his Suite of Rooms and solely occupy his new room. (yes, we kept the room white in case we need to sell the place. I found some cute vinyl tractors to put on the walls, but that has yet to be accomplished.)

In Case You've Lost Count

Chills and Thrills

Thanks mostly to Erik's moxy and energy, we are doing as well here in the Sjolseth House as can be expected.

• Erik got rid of another round of leaves--Sheila's Fall Curse as she strives to keep our floors clean. We totally caved and bought a new mat--super-duty clean mat. When you come by you'll think you've arrived at the back door of a farmhouse--it is that heavy duty.
• Erik also cut up a bunch of wood that Sheila will be using to make Everett's Christmas present. Hopefully this present will cut down on the amount of "wall driving" done around here.
• Erik did several other things around the house-but Sheila has forgotten what they are and was asleep when he was doing it. But, he gets super credit for working so hard.

• Sheila is hanging in there. Sleep is a thing of the past mostly because there is not one position that she can sleep in for more than 20 minutes . . . sleeping at night doesn't allow her enough sleep--Erik took Everett to church today and Sheila slept all morning in her nap-sleep style. That opportunity was a total blessing because she was crankier than a Momma Bear freshly woken from hibernation before they left and was a bit sweeter when they arrived home.
• Sheila is walking when she can, keeping her feet up when she can, and is trying (sometimes in vain) not to be so emotional or cranky.

• Everett had a great week. His vocabulary development each day sends us to one another saying,"Did you just hear what he said?" We are enjoying watching his language skills unfold.

If Everett is playing with his cars when it is time to transition to nap or nighttime, we talk about how his cars need to go to sleep, too. He takes this very seriously. He walks them up to the top floor, says "night-night," and lays them in a line (upside-down) on his shelf. The upside-down part is very important as this is the position that cars sleep in when they are resting.

November Awareness Month

Prematurity Awareness Month

National Adoption Month

No News

We've gotten several emails and phone calls about where we are in Baby S's arrival. We are thrilled to hear from everyone!

We don't have any news yet.

Sheila is uncomfortable and seems to be getting bigger by the day. She swears that her nose is going to swell past the size of her face.

We are just taking it easy and making her run around the block every hour on the hour. J/K

Aptly Put

I saw this on a pregnancy message board. It was the title of the strand:

"If my gas gets any worse I might actually asphyxiate myself."

Week 37

from The Bump

"The baby is now FULL-TERM!"

This is the first thing that my OB said to me when he walked into the examination room. He then added, "It must be because you have an EXCELLENT doctor!" He cracks me up.

We are all thrilled to be here. It took effort from lots of people, and I feel very blessed.

I am experiencing painful contractions, compliments of my irritable uterus. I haven't moved from 1 cm in two weeks. So, as I am not on the medication now, we'll see how the next week goes.

Today was VERY liberating as now I can walk, pick things up, move around, carry Everett, all without fear that it will result in pre-term labor. I feel so FREE!

As my OB was leaving the examination room this morning, he turns to me and says,"I'm a little sad. You won't be coming much longer, and I always have a good laugh during our visits."

It is true. I am a delight. He is also a very good doctor.

Rainy Day Dancing

It rained all day--so, in the evening we all went to the mall and just let Everett run around from store to store. He loved running with freedom, the retailers loved greeting him, he was given a free balloon--but the fave stores were the ones that had PUMPING music coming out of them. He would run in and DANCE, DANCE, DANCE! He really does have some groovy moves.

Something About That Guy: My Grandpa Albritton

My sister is sharing an article that was published this weekend in his hometown paper, the Waco Tribune. Grandpa is a Veteran of WWII and the Korean War.


You gotta go look at it just to see his picture! Moore Fun Stories

I love you Grandpa!

Happy Veteran's Day!

Here is one of my fave pictures of him with Preston, one of his greatgrandkids. You just gotta know he loves you if he lets you do that to his head. (Surely you can't SLEEP through that?)

Dear Irritable Uterus,

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! That is, unless the contractions are actually opening the cervix. Absolutely no more temper tantrums! I need some sleep.

Grateful for all the work you've done!

Lovingly,
The Brain

Chills and Thrills

Though last week was pretty rough contraction-wise, things are starting to settle down. Though I am the one that is pregnant, Erik is the one that is nesting, killing himself to get things ready for when the baby comes. I do what I can, but there isn't much I can do since I am too big to maneuver very well with anything in my hands (my balance is terribly off all the time now.) My attention spans lasts exactly 6.5 seconds. Just enough to start and leave something right in the middle of it being completed. Erik loves that.

Chills

• Last night our basement flooded. We have a suspicion as to why, but we aren't sure yet. I don't think that I ever mentioned that when I went into labor with Everett (when my water broke), we had three water leaks in the house, all from difference sources, that same week.
• One false labor alarm, but we were able to see if we had everything lined up.
• We also realized that Erik needs access to a huge wad of cash if I go into labor while he is at work. Metro isn't quick getting back to Reston and his bus only operates during rush hours. So, we figured the best route for the cab to bring him home (or to the hospital) if he is at work when this starts.

Thrill

• Everett stayed in nursery all by himself on Sunday for the ENTIRE time and didn't cry one tear (even with a girl constantly following him and demanding kisses). We are thrilled! I wanted him to have some success there before the baby came, and it happened. He jabbered happily all the way home about the "bubbles" that they played with at the end of nursery time.

Not much else to mention, it was a busy but quiet week with nothing too terrible or great happening.

Yesterday, Everett talked forever to himself in getting down to sleep for his nap. The last 10 minutes of his talking were basically, "hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug"--Erik checked it out and found that Everett was responding to this book that had fallen open on the floor by his crib. (He also will now ask for a hug when he needs one. We love that.)

Our Saturday

Delightful would be the word I would use to describe this past Saturday.

Course, I basically decided much of what we would do--so, I better have enjoyed it. We went to the Original Pancake House--an establishment that we started going to when we were in graduate school while Erik was at the University of Chicago. We hadn't been to one since before I was on bedrest with Everett. The Falls Church location is a bit less, uh, greasy than Hyde Park--but just as delicious.

While waiting for our food, Evy and Dad talked (and drew/colored) our family and talked about how our family will change. (notice Mom's belly). Everett was so sweet listening intently and repeating the things that he understood.

Awhile ago I realized that I am not a fan of leftovers because I don't make my own favorite dishes. So, when it gets to eating it a second time, I just am not motivated. A couple of weeks ago, I started to remedy this and attempted something I like, chicken-n-dumplings . . . mm-mm-good . . . well, my attempt wasn't so good. Erik and Everett lovingly choked it down. The note I left in Erik's lunch a couple of days later said:

Knock, knock!

Who's there?

Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn't pack you the chicken-n-dumpling leftovers?

He was.

We had dinner where I could get undeniably great chicken-n-dumplings. The Cracker Barrel. In this picture, Everett is showing off an idea I stole from a sister-in-law. Rowdy toddler ready to go WAY before you have finished eating . . . insert lollipop (or "pop"), it totally works!

And, then, when we were out in the "country" eating my chicken-n-dumplings, we saw the best gas price EVER! (It is around $2.30 in our neighborhood after getting to about $4.30 this summer.)

Erik figured out how to post videos from his phone. I think this means we are ready to go.

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Floor Fanaticism: Infomercials

Everett is down for a nap. Erik is off relaxing (well-deserved and overdue).

I am trying to sleep, channel hopping with the remote. Until I get to the latest infomercial about some floor cleaning apparatus. I was public about my Shark purchase . . . and have overall been pleased with it.

But, I want something, one thing, that can clean my kitchen/bathroom floor, the carpets (including any stains), the stairs, and do it all without any prep work . . . and I'll throw in a bonus if it can make dinner and sing a cheerful tune. (and if it costs less than $50 then I would probably start selling them house to house)

I pulled myself away from the "germ-free/lightweight/no chemicals needed" product's infomerical, quickly wondered if I should add it to my Christmas wish list, and decided to get off my duff and just look up ratings rather than look in awe at the newly cleaned floor on the TV, wishing it were my own floor upstairs in the dining room. I have a toddler, a cat, and the next month is one of the worst in the year because of all the leaves and mud outside.

Besides the Cadillac-cost vacuum cleaner Dyson, I found Hoover SteamVac Deep Cleaner With Clean Surge had consistently strong ratings. Anyone use one or have thoughts on steam cleaners?

Perfect Day in Virginia

Today has been so beautiful! I've been trying to spend as much time with Everett outside . . . keeping in mind contractions. And, get this, only 3 contractions so far--total for today. It is like a vacation for me.

We were able to spend the morning outside on the field near our townhouse, eat lunch with Dad outside, run around with Dad for a few minutes after lunch, and Everett plans to be outside for dinner, too.

Evy Joins the Workforce

Everett has decided to go ahead and start making a living by doing what he admires most . . . running a garbage truck, or "trash truck."

The decision was quickly made by the arrival of a green garbage truck in the mail . . . thanks to some very generous grandparents. He loves it, can't get enough of it, and didn't even let us clean him up from dinner before running to go "pay" . . . play.

Salary negations are still up in the air as there haven't been many two-year olds requesting 1) driver's license for a Class C vehicle, 2) his hours are sporadic . . . sometimes in only 10 minute increments . . . it is unclear if he needs to clock in and out for that time, and 3) he let it slip during the interview that he just wants the job for the joy of driving the truck (The Boss keeps saying,"I think he'll do it for free").

In any case, he was ready to show our own garbage truck his newly acquired wheels when it came by today, he loves Friday-Trash-Day.

Week 36: The Good and TMI

(TMI stands for Too Much Information, just to clarify--there is a huge age range for the readers of this blog)

We reached 36 weeks! The past 24 hours have been a bit harrowing, but I've been a good girl and was able to stop contractions. The OB says I am 1 cm dilated and have not really effaced at all. So, we could get another week out of my body supporting this baby, which is preferable. (Though I must admit that after all the pain and contracting yesterday, I wanted, just a little bit, for the contractions to be over . . . like because the baby was here.)

I am trying to buck up, ignore my irritable uterus, and pretend that I am athletic after all. I mean, my life may be missing a gold medal only because they just don't have uterus strength competitions in the Olympics. If they did, I'd go for it after all the workouts (ie contractions) I've had with this pregnancy.

Two things that kept running through my mind last night when we thought we were only hours from going to the hospital:

• My happy delivery pictures will include the only pimple I've had in months (why having a pimple on my chin would bother me when I know my face will be swollen to the size of the Great Pumpkin, I don't know).
• My kitchen is dirty (rest assured, it isn't now, and I am contemplating letting a couple trees sacrifice their bodies for paper goods at least so I don't have that panic again).

At this point, I'm finished with what I have to say about week 36. After the cute picture of me in which I would rather be wearing something cute but couldn't muster the energy to change or even strategically pick out an outfit (contractions are draining), I get to the TMI I mentioned earlier--I am focusing on some of the things that happened to me because I carry my babies low for a good portion of the pregnancy.

I carried Everett low; this baby is even lower. Some of the details are pretty uncomfortable for the general audience. I thought long and hard about this, whether I should share--but, some of the things that happened were like, "WWHHAA!!!!!" and there really isn't much information out there. If you are uncomfortable with the word "vagina"----then oo and ahh over the picture below and move on to another link . . . like this one: CJaneRun or think about a sugarless life by taking a look at: SugarShun




Too Much Information

I mean it; some of the following may make you uncomfortable. I use the words labia, vulva, vagina, and rectum. I don't want to hear anyone complaining that they didn't appreciate this post and that I crossed the line of propriety. I gave everyone fair warning.

The following encapsulates many things that I experienced because I carry my babies low, and I didn't hear that others experienced these things. Straight up, a good thing about carrying low is . . . I get no rib kicking. Only late into the pregnancy do the babies shove their feet into my ribs, but the babies are so big by that time that it isn't a jab, and I just place my hand on their feet to push them down a bit. I wonder why I carry low--I don't know if it is me or the baby. I often wonder why the baby doesn't take advantage of my long torso for the flipping and flopping. 'Nuff of that talk, here is what I experienced.

Rectal Kicks--if you are carrying your baby low, there is the chance that you'll feel kicking on the "poop shoot"---or your anus. The first time this happens, you'll feel violated and jump violently out of your seat to see what spring is now popping out of your upholstered chair . . . no worries, it is uncomfortable, disconcerting, but I didn't suffer from any long term effects. (This only happened with my first baby.)

Constipation and Hemorrhoids--yeah, that is a given, just take your OB approved stool softener and don't strain. Having rabbit pellet sized poop is just part of what happens, not preferable, but you will recover.

Bleeding Vaginal Varicose Veins--you read it right. You can get varicose veins in places other than your legs. You might notice more pain in that region--around the vulva, you may notice bleeding (which will freak you out because doesn't everyone freak out when they see blood on a piece of toilet paper while they are pregnant?) The following states it better than I can:

What is treatment of varicose veins of the vulva? --There is no treatment required for vulvar/vaginal varicosities. Once the baby is delivered, the varicosities will subside. In rare instances, there may be a rope-like vein but this will soon disappear with time. http://www.veindirectory.org/content/vaginal-varicose-veins.asp

The best thing is to wear a sanitary pad, granny underpants, and the loosest pants possible or dresses and skirts (do not give into your vanity and wear jeans, OUCH!) Yes, that area is more sensitive and sore. Don't plan on too much bike riding if you experience these. If you find you are bleeding, apply pressure just like any other bleed you would have. If you don't stop bleeding within several minutes call your doc and be open to going to the ER. Don't feel stupid or weird about talking to your OB about this. There are LOTS of other uncomfortable things that you'll be talking about later with your OB. (Personally, I blushed when I asked my OB about them. BUT, I did ask!)

Swelling--and I don't mean in the face or legs. Yes, the labia/vulva can swell, particularly if you are carrying low--all that pressure from the baby may create some discomfort for you. The best thing that I have found is 1) don't freak out, it will go away after the delivery and 2) wear granny underpants and the loosest pants possible, or dresses and skirts.

Incontinence--This is something that happens with most women when they are pregnant. They sneeze and a little pee comes out. They throw-up and a little pee comes out. They laugh and a little pee comes out. It is what happens when the baby dislocates all of the body's organs. However, because my baby is so low--I move and a little pee comes out; the baby twists and a little pee comes out. It is frustrating sometimes and I am to the point that I wonder why I even use the toilet. If someone would just slap a diaper on me, I would be good to go. But, I know that this will go away.

"Walking Like You've Been Kicked In the Nuts" OR "The Cowboy Walk"--No, noone kicked me in the groin, but the baby's head has been in position to deliver since week 16 and right on the cervix the entire time. Some days, it hurts to get up and stand and walk down the hall, my pelvis feels like it will split in two, and it is just wholly uncomfortable. I try to do some stretching, and I wear a maternity belt on the more horrific days. I haven't walked with any speed since 20 weeks. (Many ladies talk about this discomfort when their baby is engaged or during "lightening"---which usually occurs at the end of the pregnancy as the baby prepares to enter our world.) I don't have any helpful hints. Take comfort from the fact that you aren't the only one.

Exercising during my pregnancies could have, maybe, alleviated some of the discomfort from some of the previously mentioned issues. I don't know because I was told not to work out---then I was told keep it to short walks---and then the contractions started and I was told to basically do nothing. But, talk about it with your doctor. Several other ladies that have carried low didn't have any problems with exercising . . . and some did. We are all different---but we do share common experiences.

I wanted to share these experiences because I found that I was ashamed to even whisper the phrase "vaginal varicose veins." What poppycock! My body has been given an amazing opportunity, and I should embrace it all, not duck my head and blush when I mention *it* to the OB.

Well, now, that wasn't too bad was it?

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Mommy's Cute Toes

Thanks to a couple of angels in my life, I was able to get my crusty, smelly feet attended to recently. This is no small feat (no pun intended) as I can't really reach my feet without feeling like I'll pass out from lack of oxygen and am convinced that my latest snack will resurface.

I don't spend money on myself--and when I received the gift certificate for my birthday, I hoarded it. And, I am so GLAD. I arrived several minutes early for the appointment and sat around reading in the "Relaxation Room" where they bring you drinks and snacks. I leisurely picked out my polish color (anyone with kids knows you use the word leisurely, um, never.)

I used the bathroom, and, get this, the toilet seat was HEATED. I may sound like Hillbilly Bubba's girl when this amazes me, but, seriously, anyone with hemorrhoids (I am sure you are glad I mentioned the 'rroids) or constipation or all ladies recovering from a vaginal birth should be issued one of these by their insurance. Seriously. Part of me just wanted to stay sitting on that heated seat ALL DAY LONG.

In all, it was great, I feel pampered, and my feet smell fresh. My tootsies will be the envy of all in the delivery room.

Amenity Day Spa

Need to Donate Furniture?

One of our last steps with Purge 2008 was finding homes for several pieces of furniture. After asking around in our local community to find homes, we still had several things left. Not having a truck limited what we could do.

I contacted Vietnam Veterans of America. They came by and took everything we needed to get rid of (check to see what they need), including the larger pieces of furniture, right from my doorstop.

[sigh] what a relief!

Potato Soup

In what will probably the last flash of energy for awhile, I made soup last week. It was tasty!

Potato Soup with Ham and Dill
From Eastside Cafe

5 tablespoons butter, margarine, or vegetable oil
2 cups onions, diced
1 tablespoon carrots, grated
1 tablespoon garlic, minced
4 cups potatoes, peeled and cubed
4 cups chicken or vegetable stock
1 cup smoked, lean ham, minced
2 tablespoons fresh dill, minced
4 cups whipping cream, half/half, or milk
2 tablespoons flour
Salt and pepper

In a large soup pot, sauté onions over medium heat in 2 tablespoons butter, margarine, or vegetable oil for 10 minutes. Add carrots and garlic, and sauté for an additional 3 minutes. Add potatoes, stock or water, ham*, and dill. Cook over low heat 20 minutes until potatoes are tender.

In a separate saucepan, make a roux by melting 3 tablespoons butter, margarine, or vegetable oil and whisking in 2 tablespoons flour. Cook roux over low heat, whisking constantly for 3 minutes. Set aside. When the potatoes are tender**, add the whipping cream, half/half, or milk and heat thoroughly, but do not boil. Whisk roux into the soup and continue whisking over medium heat until thickened. Salt and pepper to taste.

Sheila’s Notes:
*I add in another cup to 1 ½ cups of ham cut into chunky pieces.
**Before adding in the whipping cream, half/half, or milk—I pull out most of the potatoes and either blend them until they are creamed or I cream them in a ricer. (I recommend the ricer if you want to minimize cleaning.) I do this because I prefer a creamier soup to the chunkier soup. The chunky version is just as tasty.

It is very easy to burn the soup once the milk product is added. Be sure to keep it from boiling and be on hand to stir frequently.

What is roux? roux (roo), noun, a cooked mixture of melted butter (or other fat) and flour, used for thickening sauces, soups, gravies, etc.

What is a ricer?

Go Vote!

Chills and Thrills

Chills:

• We are all tired.
• Texas lost.
• We are all tired.
• Contractions.

Thrills:

• Bags are packed for the hospital.
• House, though looking pained, is almost ready for our transition--and I mean the Sjolseth House, not Dr. House.
• Everett went trick-or-treating for the first time. He loved it. He knew just what candy he wanted to take . . . Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. He knew just when he wanted to eat them, fresh out of the candy bowl-right in front of the visited house. He didn't let the doorframe stop his celebrating; he would walk right into the home, take a seat, and want to chat a spell. (Hello, does this reek "Erik" behavior?) He is getting to be such a big boy.

Exciting Times

I wouldn't say that we are having 'exciting times' right now in the Sjolseth House. We are on the cusp of PHENOMENALLY exciting times when the baby makes The Arrival. (Mostly, you'll find me laying around right now. I'm either seriously pathetic or doing an excellent job. I vote---excellent job.)

I am talking about the fact we are experiencing exciting times right now, in this world, in our greater community.

A record number of people have registered to vote and have voted early. (Maybe we, as civic minded citizens, can inspire our Congress people and Senators to show up to all their voting opportunities, too.) We have the opportunity to voice our beliefs and take an active part in shaping another period of time.

Though economically things aren't peachy, we have the opportunity to rise above it, get creative, and figure out how to have peace in these often turbulent times.

We have the opportunity to find happiness in the small things and on a daily basis. Often this necessitates making a concerted effort as so much of what we hear is negative or disheartening. Putting more effort into it probably means we acknowledge blessings that we hadn't recognized previously.

I wrote up a post on my experiences around 9/11 and never published it. Living in Boston, at the time, and having friends who lived in NYC with family members in NYC, it was a fairly traumatic time. But, this excerpt is related: I started really thinking about what kind of society, culture, and daily life I was bringing my baby in . . . how can I support my baby to learn from and make active differences for the better (I hope). I worried a bit if my baby is a girl. Everyone is always defining the female's role--placing expectations and preconceived notions of what a "good girl/woman" is. I decided that since I have been able to navigate this existence for myself and am at peace with who I am that I can teach my baby girl those same skills. I can support my baby girl by teaching her to surround herself with those who love her and want the best for her without any agenda.

Living here and now provides exciting times for women. Though finding our individual paths can be fraught with indecision, tug-of-war, and pained decision-making, it is exciting to have the chance to have a voice in my path, my life's direction, by enjoying the freedoms that men and women before me have fought to provide. I was blessed to have a mom that taught me to have a voice, taught me to speak-up, and taught me that it was okay to be myself.

I know part of my feelings today stem from how blessed I feel, particularly today.

I've been blessed to meet and work with many people with/from many different backgrounds, ideals, races, religions, income status, and etc, etc. Through those interactions, I have come to better understand what true poverty is, what true discrimination is, what true hate is, and I have seen countless times examples of pure love.

I feel so grateful to have had parents that love me despite my opinions, my bossiness [gasp, who knew?], my messy creativity, and my constant struggle through questioning. I feel so grateful to have sisters that care for me and show that in their own ways. I feel extremely blessed to have a best friend and eternal companion that puts up with my idiosyncrasies and wants me at all times to be . . . get this . . . me. I am grateful for friendships that buoy me in times of emotional and physical distress.

I am blessed to have the cutest little boy on the plant. Seriously. When my second baby arrives, I'll just bust from the combined cuteness.

I am blessed to have continual opportunities to develop my testimony and further refine my relationship with God, relying on Him when there are situations/circumstances that I don't understand---to determine what path to take, what response to give.

Thus ends the coherent thought process that I have right now, however abruptly, which I blame on fatigue.