tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63443436573834657852024-03-20T02:12:38.767-07:00Life and Learning for the Campbell Family I am a Dietitian, Air Force wife, and new mother. We look forward to our changing family in the future and we always remember:
"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you hope and a future.'" Jeremiah 29:11Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-69586505866714595722014-03-21T12:27:00.001-07:002014-03-21T12:39:31.861-07:00Isaiah's Arrival<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Our older son, Jackson, was born 22 days early, so we've been expecting an early arrival for our second little man. Given my history of early labor, my midwife preferred I stop nursing Jax early in the third trimester because of the chance for contractions. However, I was determined to make it as far as possible, so we could continue to give him what we felt was best. That said, despite lots of supply issues and doubt, we made it a few weeks past his first birthday. Then, around 34 or 35 weeks of pregnancy, the contractions came and they were intense. I had mostly Braxton Hicks, but nursing would kick them up the most. So finally, we ended our nursing relationship mid-January. A few weeks later, I "dropped" with Isaiah. When Jackson dropped a month early, I wasn't aware of it, but in retrospect I now realize he was born 5 days later. So, given my history, the contractions, and then Isaiah's drop at 35 weeks, we were definitely certain little man was coming early, we just weren't sure how early. This time we had our bag packed, and started watching every little sign. With Jax I missed all of the signs of early labor, like fatigue, soreness, nesting, energy burst, all of it. This time however, I was paranoid. Was my back sore from early labor or from third trimester? Were my legs sore and fatigued from bowling or labor? Was I feeling energized because of a good night's sleep, or from labor energy burst? It was a different experience full of anticipation. Once we made it to 37 weeks, mentally I said "game on" and prepared for the big day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Left: Pre baby drop at 34 weeks.<br />
Right: Post baby drop at 35 weeks. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">An evening at the beach as a family of 3</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px;">Bowling a few days before delivery</td></tr>
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<b>It's time:</b><br />
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Tuesday I had the privilege of cooking a meal for some friends who just welcomed a new baby girl, which allowed me to indulge in nesting and celebrating hitting the 37 week mark! Wednesday night, this exhausted mama took an early shower and went to bed at 8:30pm while my wonderful husband cleaned up the leftovers and dishes. Shortly after 11pm, I woke up for a bathroom break. (As any pregnant woman can vouch for- a good night's sleep involves multiple bathroom breaks, especially in the third trimester). I sleepily emptied my bladder and returned to bed. Only to feel a small trickle/ urge to urinate again. "Ugh," I thought. After my repeat bathroom trip, I again felt the urge upon laying down and a small trickle. I hadn't felt any pop or breaking of water, however with Jackson I had a "slow leak" with no contractions until about an hour after water breaking, and I labored a total of 8 hours. So, I got up, and had repeat bathroom breaks over the next hour or so. Dan asked me "did your water break?" I responded "I"m trying to figure that out now, I'm not sure, maybe?" While waiting to see if contractions would start and labor would progress, I decided to curl my hair. Why not right? I mean, I'm up, and if this is false labor, I'll already be partially ready for work in the morning. And if it's true labor, well then at least I can pass the time waiting for contractions to start.<br />
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<b>To go or not to go:</b><br />
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As I curled my hair, I began to feel easy contractions. I wanted to labor at home as much as I could, because I don't see the purpose of rushing up to the hospital with hours and hours to go. If I have to hang out and wait for things to happen, I may as well wait at home. With my first labor, I labored at home for 2 hours, then when contractions were 3-4 minutes apart we went to the hospital and were admitted at almost 2 cm and 80% effaced. At this point I knew I was starting at 3 cm, but by OB had not said anything about effacement at my 36 week appointment. By midnight we determined we were definitely in labor, and I finished packing the can't-be-packed-until-the-last-minute items into our hospital bag. At this time we notified family via text that it may be baby time, and we debated when we should call our babysitter for Jackson. Labor progressed and about 12:45 am I was on the phone with the on-call OB. The conversation went something like this:<br />
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OB: So you're having contractions? Is this your first child?<br />
Me: No, this is my second. My contractions are about 45-60 seconds long, and timing about 4 minutes apart right now.<br />
OB: Are the contractions painful?<br />
Me: Well, I mean, they're uncomfortable, but nothing like they're about to be in the next few hours, right?<br />
OB: (silence)<br />
Me: Anyway, we will likely be heading to the hospital within the hour or so and will call my provider then.<br />
OB: OK, we will see you in a little bit.<br />
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At this point I've moved to the bed and contractions are really getting persistent. By 1 am I told Dan "OK, time to call the babysitter. Let's get this show on the road"<br />
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<b>"You didn't get help?":</b><br />
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Over the next 45 minutes, we waited for our babysitter to arrive to watch Jackson so we could head to the hospital. After about 30 minutes I was really starting to feel the pain. At this point I asked Dan to call our friend who was going to be our birth coach- I had texted her about midnight, but didn't hear back. Our friend said she would meet us at the hospital and leave when we did (she lives about 10-15 minutes further than we do). Dan loaded up the car, and I said I was going to take myself to the car so that when the babysitter arrives we can just go. At this point contractions were about 2 minutes apart, so when I got a break, I made for the car. Once in the car I leaned the seat back and continued to labor in the fetal position. The babysitter must've come (I didn't even realize or say hello- how rude am I?), because Dan appears in the car and we leave for the hospital. It's 1:45 am. We live about 5-10 minutes from the hospital, even less at 2 am when your husband runs every red light and there's no traffic. The only entrance open after hours is the ER entrance. During our short drive I am almost crying, and tell Dan there is no way I can do this without an epidural. I HAVE to get one. Dan reassures me, and I insist that second children are harder and this is unbearable. I must be <i>at least</i> 5cm. Our pre-labor doula with Jackson told us 5cm is the worst pain, and after that it just becomes more constant (something I found true about my labor with him). I have to at least 5cm. There is no way I'm not, this is just too painful. This has to be the worst it gets. <i>Please let this be the worst the contractions are going to get.</i><br />
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As we pull into the ER entrance, I ask Dan to go inside and get me "a wheelchair, a stretcher, anything. I can't walk upstairs like this" Dan returns after what seems like an eternity, and I haven't even moved from the fetal position. I am in almost constant contractions and on the verge of tears. My back is to the passenger door, and I ask Dan what he got. "I got a wheelchair" he says. "You didn't get a stretcher? Did you at least tell them I was here?" "No," he replies, "You said get a wheelchair, so I grabbed one and came right out." "You didn't get help?" I cried. There was no one to move me from the car to a stretcher. I was going to have to move on my own, and sit up. This is going to be awful. It's 2am.<br />
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<b>The finale:</b><br />
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Dan pushed me in my wheelchair through the ER and the hallways to the main lobby elevator, with a stop or two for contractions. We finally get up to the labor and delivery floor and ring the bell to the secured unit. We buzz in and I say "Hi. It's baby time. Page anesthesia" The nurse kindly tells me I need to fill out paperwork, and tries to hand me a stack of papers.<br />
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Me: I filled these out already. During my preregistration. I turned them in last week.<br />
Nurse: You have to fill them out every time you come.<br />
Me: I haven't been here yet, I just turned them in for this admission a few days ago.<br />
Nurse: I'm sorry, you have to fill these out before we can admit you.<br />
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At this point I start to cry. I know for a fact that 1. I filled these out already. 2. That the entire REASON for preregistration is to NOT have this upon admission.<br />
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Me: (almost crying) I promise I will fill out whatever you need, but please put me in a bed so I can lay down. (I'm totally embarrassed and humiliated, but I am in so much pain that I am almost begging. I'm convinced the nurses must be judging me for being such a weak, laboring woman)<br />
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We enter the labor and delivery room accompanied by nurses to help me change, take my vitals, get my registration information, etc. This seems like a terribly long process when you have near constant contractions. I manage to move out of the wheelchair towards the bed, but must crouch next to it at the exact moment they ask for my social. I can't speak. I hold up the fingers as Dan calls out the numbers one by one. This is getting really intense. "Can you page anesthesia?"<br />
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With my first delivery we were admitted at almost 2cm, labored for 6 hours before delivery, and I was able to get an epidural at 9cm. This time seems so much more intense. I manage to crawl into the bed and the nurse checks my progress. 8cm. No wonder I was in so much pain!! "Have you paged anesthesia?" The nurse kindly tells me we have to get me admitted and an IV placed before we can do that. I hold out my arm and let her know "my veins are like highways. Nice and wide and they don't roll." We place an IV and I again say "we need to page anesthesia." I am determined to get this epidural. I know it's not common to get so late, but they did it last time. But we are moving fast. I need them here soon.<br />
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After a few minutes, I am again in the fetal position. Mind you, I am trying to labor quietly but can't help but moan. The nurses tell me to breathe through the contractions. "Focus on blowing out that candle," they say, "picture that candle and blow it out for me." I'll give them something they can blow out their rear ends! I don't care about the stupid candle! I suddenly feel pressure. "I think I'm going to poop," I cry to Dan, again humiliated. He reassures me "it's ok. It's normal. It just means Isaiah is moving down into the birth canal." "I know that," I snap, "and it there's not enough room for both, but that means he's moving down and it's almost time! Have they paged anesthesia?!?!" I feel the pressure release and the nurses very quickly clean me up. "I'm so sorry. That's so gross," I apologize to the nurses and Dan. "It's not a big deal at all," reassure the nurses. "I didn't look," says Dan. "Thank you," I cry. Some small preservation of dignity in front of my husband.<br />
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I cannot stop pushing downward. Every contraction I feel the need. The nurses ask me not to push, not to bear down. "I can't not push!" I snap. "I can't not push!" Again I am not able to use my midwife to deliver. Last time she was sick, and today I have no idea if they even called her. I know they haven't called anesthesia! (Our birth coach still has not arrived, but praise God she did not come in when I pooped! My butt was to the door!) The on-call doctor comes in and says, "Ok Heather, we can see the baby's head. It's right there." "<i>No kidding, I can feel THAT," </i>I think<i>. </i>As I assume the position the nurses again remind me about the stupid freaking candle. "<i>I'm going to burn this place down with your damn candle,"</i> I promise them in my head. I get the clearance to push, and realize that I am doing this without anesthesia.<br />
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After that things moved very quickly. Three big pushes, less than 5 minutes, and Isaiah James Campbell was here! Between pushes 2 and 3 the OB coaches me to push through the burn. <i>"What am I going to do? Put him back in there? Of course I'm going to push,"</i> I think to myself. Side note- laboring Heather is very sarcastic and crass. Isaiah comes out screaming, strong lungs wailing away. 2:32am. I've been at the hospital for 30 minutes. I've been in labor less than 4 hours.<br />
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I hold Zay for a minute and suddenly feel pressure again. "Oh no, I think I'm going to poop again," I warn. "No, that's just the placenta." Thank God. I don't want to poop for an audience again. The doctor delivers the placenta and starts to clean me up and place a few stitches. The nurses take Isaiah, for what I assume is cleaning up and stats. Within a few minutes, more people join Isaiah's team of caregivers. They inform us that they can't get his breathing regulated and he is going to the NICU on CPap. I hold him for a few more moments, and our dear friend snaps a few phone photos. Then he is whisked away. Dan hasn't held him. We don't even know how much he weighs or how long he is. We anxiously await his stats while I begin recovery.<br />
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<b>NICU</b><br />
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We spent a little over 48 hours in the NICU for breathing problems. The first 18 hours he was on CPAP and IV nutrition, and had a feeding tube placed. We were unable to nurse, so I started our breastfeeding relationship alone in my hospital room, with a pump. Thankfully, I've just finished a year of breastfeeding and pumping for Jackson, so I am familiar and comfortable with the equipment, but how traumatizing it would be for a brand new mother! Dan left us to take Jackson to preop for his ear tubes placement. It was a hard decision for him to leave, but Jax had been so miserable- there's nothing that could stop us from getting these tubes placed and helping little man feel better! Dan's mom drove to town in the middle of the night and arrived early morning, and my mom arrived the next afternoon. They were God sent as we figured out how to care for a baby in the NICU and adjust to newborn life again. The first day we somehow managed to have a bunch of visitors (most of whom couldn't see Isaiah in the NICU), but we kept our sweet boy's arrival off the social networks. We were trying to absorb everything going on and weren't prepared for the onslaught of questions if we posted a picture of him full of tubes and lines. By evening the first day, we were cleared to stop the Cpap and pull out the tube feeding so he could nurse! I had pumped a few times by then, and had even brought some frozen breastmilk from home (I had very little left of my freezer stash, but when the NICU staff said we may need to supplement my pumped colostrum with formula, I asked if we could supplement with milk I'd pumped a few months earlier and frozen- and they said yes!) Once we were cleared, Isaiah nursed well right away that first time! The next few days were spent filtering in and out of the NICU for Isaiah's feeds and procedures, the L&D floor for my meals and meds, and receiving visits from friends and our moms with Jackson.<br />
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Finally, after 48 hours, despite a high bilirubin showing signs of jaundice- we were home as a family of 4! Those first sweet moments at home of introducing our boys to each other were captured by our moms on photo and video, and we are so grateful for that! By the grace of God we are home, happy, and adjusting as a family of four with lots of prayer. We are daily reminded of how blessed we are to have our boys, each other, and our families and friends who selflessly volunteer to help us so often. Life is good.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Isaiah James Campbell<br />
2:32am, 7lb 15oz, 21 inches </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Sweet baby in the NICU</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Kangaroo Care for some skin to skin right before we were cleared to initiate breastfeeding. This was our trial period of removing the Cpap to see if his numbers would stay up without the support. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">First family picture without all the tubes and lines! Only monitors on at this point. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Free to go! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Heading home!<br />
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-33232422369540740152014-03-14T21:17:00.004-07:002014-03-15T07:15:11.988-07:00Doctors galoreSo Isaiah James Campbell is here. His birth story and more details to follow. But for now just know that our oldest, Jackson, had tubes placed last month and Isaiah has reflux that required hospitalization for breathing issues last month as well. Between childbirth and two sick kids, we go to the doctor alot. Tonight I counted. Here's our list:<br />
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Jax Tubes pre op (a few hours after Isaiah was born and sent to NICU)<br />
Isaiah NICU follow up<br />
Jax Tubes appt- cancelled and sent to Ped<br />
Jax Pediatrician for congestion<br />
Jax Tubes appt- tubes placed<br />
Jax Tubes follow up<br />
Isaiah hospitalized for weekend, then hospital discharge follow up<br />
Jax Tubes follow up<br />
Isaiah Pediatrician for worsening reflux<br />
*OB postpartum check<br />
*2 mo/ 15 mo well babies and shots sibling visit<br />
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* appts scheduled in the next few weeks.<br />
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That's 11! Unless you count sibling appointment as 2, then it's 12. 12 doctor visits in 8 weeks. We are exhausted. Add to that an eternally cluster feeding newborn for comfort from reflux who needs to be held upright to sleep 24/7. Also add a 14 mo old who still doesn't sleep through the night. No wonder we feel so defeated. It seems never ending.<br />
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Praise God we have amazing friends and family who are so willing to serve us and help us, we would never make it through this without their help!Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-29013953065599974462013-06-10T20:30:00.001-07:002013-06-10T20:30:19.165-07:005 months old! We can't believe our little man is 5 months old already. He is the love of our lives, and we are so blessed to have a healthy, playful, handsome guy. He's teaching us about love, patience and ourselves everyday. Here's some of the most recent happenings.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size:</u> Jackson is now in size 6-9 months clothes. 3-6 were getting tight, he's really on the borderline for sizes, but we've moved him up. Target brand diapers are abnormally huge, so we've been able to stretch the size 2 for longer, otherwise we'd be in size 3 for sure. We haven't weighed him in a few weeks, but we've definitely already doubled our birth weight (goal by 6 mo), and he's weighing in somewhere near 17 pounds! Growing so much!<br />
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<b><u>Health:</u> </b>Jackson has been healthy all month- praise God! No more ER visits, we haven't had to use the nebulizer or even the humidifier. Even with daycare, travel, and family visits our little man has stayed healthy as can be.<br />
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<b><u>Sleep:</u> </b>Sleep habits are pretty much the same still. He usually gets in a longer nap late morning/ midday and then takes a late afternoon and an evening catnap. Bedtime is 9pm and on occasion he will sleep through the night, but majority of nights he's still getting up to nurse once, which gives me extra cuddle time with my little man :) Since he's still waking up some, Jackson is still in the pack and play in our room. I'm not ready to transition him across the hall just yet, but we have practiced naps in his big boy crib. It's so funny how the baby's room HAS to be ready, and noone ever goes in there except to grab clothes. Go figure.<br />
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<b><u>Schedule:</u> </b>Schedule is the same as before. Thankfully Jackson has put himself on a regular schedule, and even with travel, visitors and everything else, he has managed to stick to it most days:<br />
6am: Wake up/ breakfast<br />
730am: Leave for school/ work, catnap in the car<br />
9am: mid morning feed<br />
10am-12pm: long nap<br />
12pm: lunch time!<br />
130-2pm: afternoon catnap<br />
3pm: mid afternoon feed<br />
5-530pm: catnap<br />
6pm: dinner!<br />
730pm: nurse then last catnap<br />
830pm: bath/ shower<br />
9pm: nurse and bedtime<br />
2am: nurse<br />
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<b><u>Social:</u> </b>Our little man is quite the big flirt. He's always smiling and laughing at Mommy and Daddy, teachers at school, and any friends and family he gets to meet. Just recently he's really become interested in Wally. He will often follow Wally around the room with his eyes, and smiles or gets excited when Wally likes his entire face. Last weekend Jackson threw his first fit, and Dan and I didn't know what to think. I don't remember exactly what happened, but it was something to the effect of Jax being impatient and frustrated when we didn't respond right away. He stiffened his arms and legs, then let out a short but loud yell. It happened to each of us over the weekend, and when Jax did to to me I said, "Well, excuse me sir, but there is NO need for THAT." Oh the joys heading our way...<br />
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<b><u>Diet:</u> </b>Still breastfed! Jackson is doing great at nursing and I'm really enjoying the extra cuddle time with my monkey. I am, however, looking forward to starting him on foods. Our pediatrician supports our decision to exclusively breastfeed, and like the American Academy of Pediatrics and the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics both recommend, we plan to wait on foods until 6 months.<br />
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That said, the checklist of milestones for trying food include good head control while sitting and/or sitting unassisted, interest in foods, ability to turn head away from bottle or breast when full, motor skill developed for putting everything in his mouth. Jax has met all of these milestones, so we're patiently waiting for the right time to start foods. We did let him try some pureed, frozen bananas last week and he LOVED them! He was lunging for the spoon and very eager, so I think we may be trying foods sooner than 6 months.<br />
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<b><u>Crying:</u> </b>Usually only when sleepy, and at 730pm- that's fussy-30 at our house. Otherwise, happy, giggly, smiley boy :)<br />
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<b><u>Milestones:</u> </b>Sometimes sleeping through the night, sitting up great, trying foods soon, everything goes in his mouth, and he can flip over tummy to back. Note: he won't roll over for mom and dad because he knows we will give in and flip him, but we've seen him do it for other people :) Stubborn little booger.<br />
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<b><u>Mom and Dad:</u> </b>Doing great. Lots of exciting changes in both of our careers, but less and less 'us' time. Taking a marriage class during VBS at church, and it's lending great insight to the institution of marriage that will hopefully help us for years to come. For the most part, we focus our time and schedules on family time, chores, and sleep. We are hoping that sometime soon our schedule will regulate and we will have more time for each other, working out, and just plain down time. For now, we are just too busy being Mom and Dad and loving our little monkey!<br />
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-86703874496054223112013-06-01T20:41:00.001-07:002013-06-01T20:41:10.710-07:00A Special Day for MomThis year was my first year having the privilege to celebrate Mother's Day, crazy to think I'll celebrate this day every year for the rest of my life. Here's a recap of how my first, very special Mother's Day went.<br />
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First, Saturday we demolished our kitchen. Like, literally we tore out the cabinets, counters, moved the stove, everything. <br />
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So, after understanding that we had NO kitchen, it makes this first part of Mother's Day extra special. Jackson and Wally woke up early, about 5:30am. Normally I try to allow Dan some extra sleep when that happens, but this morning he took the boys to the living room and let me sleep in- until 8am!!! That extra 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep was a Godsend. I woke up without an alarm, to the sunshine coming in through our brown curtains in the dark, cool bedroom. Ahh.... amazing. I then hear Dan in the kitchen puttering around, and Wally running in and out of the open sliding back door. I pull myself out of bed and wander down the hall to find Dan in our shambles of a kitchen, oven plugged in and slid to the middle of the room, cooking me pancakes for breakfast. Wally was frantically running around trying to get someone, anyone, to throw his Kong and play with him. Jackson was in his bouncer, telling Daddy everything about his morning and his dreams. The kid was talking more than we've ever heard before! He rambled on with his coos and ahhs and smiled when he saw me walk into the kitchen. The room was a little hazy and slightly smelled like smoke, which I later learned was a result of the first batch of pancakes- burnt to a crisp. I scooped up our beautiful boy and returned to the bedroom for diaper change/ get dressed/ Jackson eat breakfast, and Dan brought my golden and perfect (second batch) of pancakes to me in the room. Two blueberry and one banana chocolate chip. It was a perfect start to the day. <br />
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The next hour went per routine with us alternating playing with the baby while we got ready for church. We headed off to Sunday School in separate cars, and Dan told me when we arrived that Jackson continued to talk his ear off the whole drive. After Sunday School we left before service, the boys heading home, and me heading to an hour long massage Dan had booked for me!! I drove out to the shopping area by the beach (where we were when we went into labor with Jackson- such a fond memory) and headed for my massage while enjoying the warmth of the abundant sunshine. My massage went great, and was actually very painful and uncomfortable- in a good way. My massage therapist was able to pinpoint all of my stress spots, even in my pulled IT band, and work them out without mercy. I left the massage sore, dehydrated, and feeling gross as the released toxins flooded my bloodstream. Even with as rotten as I felt, it was such a treat and she did a great job. <br />
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I headed home to my boys, we grabbed a quick lunch of refrigerator leftovers before heading out for some essentials. 10 X 10 EZ canopy and a wagon (to be bought later) to head to the beach! That's right, abundant sunshine and a house under construction means we were free to enjoy the sunshine! Jackson did great at the beach, and wasn't sure what to think of the waves crashing up around his waist and face while he and daddy sat at the water's edge. Although our beach trip didn't last long, it was a great success! <br />
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That evening we grabbed a quick drive thru dinner and headed home to unwind and enjoy our time together before starting the rat race in the morning. Jax was talkative all night, and full of smiles and coos. It was the first day we've really had him talk all day. And blow lots of bubbles. It was a perfect, wonderful day and my boys made it very special for this mama. Dan has once again spoiled me, and set the bar high for future special days for each other :) <br />
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-43180050395198909022013-05-09T19:13:00.002-07:002013-05-09T19:13:51.267-07:004 months and some changeWorking moms don't always have time for some things... like monthly updates to their blogs! So we're skipping 3 month update and lumping it in with 4 month update. Here's hoping I can keep this up on a semi regular basis...<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size:</u> Clothes are 3-6 months. Our tall monkey is quickly outgrowing the length in many of these outfits, but still has room to grow in his tummy. Diapers we're still in size 2, but we can make the size 3 transition soon. At our 4 month well baby, Jax measured in at 15.2#, 26 inches. That's the 50%ile for weight, 85%ile non-corrected. If we correct for prematurity, our big guy is measuring in the 60%ile for weight and 97%ile for height!!! For any non-medical people, or non-parents all that number talk basically means we have a very healthy size baby! When you mix long baby with normal weight, that means he's long and lean. And still perfect. :)<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Health:</u> Jax is still relatively healthy, and no question he is healthier than if he was breastfed. Being in daycare creates the opportunity for repeat colds, and Jackson hasn't been immune to that, poor guy. One of his colds last month had lots of congestion, which backed up and led to pinkeye- so that led to antibiotic eye drops, but quickly resolved. Our newest, and scariest ailment resulted in a late night visit to the ER for a breathing treatment and RSV-negative bronchiolitis. Praise God he turned out RSV-negative AND we have great insurance that covers our expenses, including our at-home nebulizer. We don't have to do the breathing treatments anymore, but the lingering cough can last weeks, so we're still dealing with that. He spiked a fever after his 4 mo shots, but he was still our smiling, cuddly, lovey baby and only needed one round of Tylenol. Again, we are so grateful for our healthy boy.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Sleep/Schedule:</u> We occasionally have nights where we will get to sleep 6-7 hours, but most nights our routine has stayed consistent. Nighttime shower, play time with daddy, then nurse and bedtime. We wake again between 2 and 4, then back to sleep until 6:30am. For the most part, Jackson is like clockwork. It makes weekends hard when we want to sleep in, but makes it easy for us to know what to expect from him, as well as for him to know what to expect from his daily routine. As for napping, he gets a good mid-morning nap, and in the afternoon/evening he doesn't nap more than 15 minutes at a time. He's more of a cat napper like his mama in the afternoons, and a long sleeper like his daddy in the mornings.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Social:</u> Jackson is doing great at his milestones, like holding his head up and tracking items. He is still very dramatic, and hates tummy time, but it's a work in progress. We have a very talkative 4 month old, and there's few things better then we he sees Dan or I, smiles, clasps his hands together and starts cooing and squealing. I know he has so many things to tell us, and I can't wait to hear them! Some of his new favorite games are peek a boo and standing man. He also LOVES outside, the sun on his face, wind, walks, his stroller, just pretty much anything outside. I am so excited to take him on long walks and play in the park/ at the beach together. Only in the last few days has he started to watch and smile at Wally. We know they will be best friends when our boys can play together.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Diet:</u> Still exclusively breastfed baby, and that makes one happy mommy! My initial goal was to be able to breastfeed, then next goal was to maintain supply after returning to work, now the new goal is to make it to 6 months of EBF, hopefully then on to a year! So far so good. Part of breastfed babies is less stinky diapers and healthy BM's. Jax used to have multiple dirty diapers a day, and now averages maybe one per day but boy does he have gas! Our tootin' man can rip with the best of them, I wonder what on Earth he eats! We don't plan to start any foods until after the 6 mo mark, but I am so excited for when that happens. It'll be so fun!<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Crying:</u> In this aspect, we're lucky. Jax doesn't cry much, but he sure has a flair for the dramatic. He definitely will work up the tears and the crying when he wants something. Within a few seconds of being picked up/ soothed/ getting what he wants he's back to being calm and smiley. This is something we will need to work on and wean away, better now than later.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Milestones:</u> Holding his head up, standing with assistance, tracking, laughing, cooing, kicking to roll over, self soothing to sleep, squealing and grabbing his hands- all milestones our little monkey has mastered.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Mom and Dad:</u> We are used to our sleep routine, but we're exhausted all the time. We don't remember the last time we went to bed when we felt like, or got up when we felt like it. Between Wally and the baby, we are slaves to our daily routine. We live to get home and sleep. We sleep between feedings. It's becoming a blur, and as much as we love this stage of our family, we can't wait to sleep through the night on a regular basis.<br />
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We are constantly exhausted and it is definitely a challenge to schedule time for ourselves alone and as a couple. I still struggle with feeling guilty if I want to do something without our little monkey, but we are starting to find a balance.<br />
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Hormonal changes continue post partum. Newest change: hair loss. I've read about it, and I knew it was coming. But it's still shocking to see handfuls of hair come out post shower and everything I brush.<br />
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Another quick update for this family: Daddy will soon be returning to school to work in his Master's, and Mommy will be returning to Florida State University Panama City campus as a professor!<br />
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Other than that, we are good, healthy and happy. Totally in love with each other and with our baby boy. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Campbell Family March 30, 2013 at the Crossfit fundraiser Sara organized. We are so proud of her! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easter basket for a 3 mo old. The large eggs had socks and new pacifiers in them. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easter 2013</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Road trip with my boys</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching daddy pump gas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Attempting tummy time. It's like he's saying "no ma, I'm good."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our dramatic man hates this one particular voice I do, so naturally I do it all the time and laugh at his sad face. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Narcissistic baby loves his own reflection</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Self soothing with that thumb, and working on rolling over. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Morning before mommy left for girls weekend. Enjoying extra cuddle time with my little man. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boys loving on each other while mommy is away.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ER Breathing Tx for our big guy. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More narcissistic baby loving his reflection. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jax loves family walks and the sweet hat Dan's mom gave him :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Practicing sitting in the high chair. We sit here to watch mommy and daddy cook, or during meal times to get in the routine of high chair sitting. Pretty soon we'll add baby food to the routine! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">self soothing with whatever finger he can get into that mouth of his. </td></tr>
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<br />Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-14386410039811721152013-03-18T15:27:00.001-07:002013-06-26T08:30:56.630-07:00Lessons learned<div>
<b style="background-color: #fffefd; color: #001320; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"><u>Lesson 1: The best place to get dirty is in the shower.</u></b></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;">We've gotten in the habit of family showers. All three of us jump in and we have it down to an art. I clean up with hot water while Dan and Jax hang out, then we turn down pressure and temp and the boys jump under the water to clean the baby. We hand off the baby, Dan turns the pressure and temp back up and he gets clean while Jackson gets a snack. Then the boys get out first, dry off, get dressed, and play while I do the same and do all of my bedtime preps. Then Jax and I nurse while Dan and Wally have cuddle time. It's a random routine, but it works for our family and our fur baby and actual baby enjoy it each time. Now, Dan and I have each taken our turn being peed on in the shower. Sometimes it's before we've gotten clean, sometimes after. Either way we're already in the shower. There's been blowout diapers, golden showers, and vomit sessions that lead to repeat bathing for one or all of us. Dan has been pooped on, and I've put my hand in a blowout. But never, I mean never, did I expect what happened the other night. As we're finishing up the shower, Jax is just nursing away and Dan is cleaning up. Jax has been really gassy lately, and I'm not sure if anyone has ever had gas in the shower--- but it's like heavier than the steam or something because it just seems to sit right at nose level. So Jax will have gas in the shower and it smells so awful! Well, not this time. Nope. He shot out poop all over the shower! Breastfed babies have soft, mustard or green colored poops and this came out like a cannon. It actually made noise, as he filled up my hand and arm. It was on the shower wall, the curtain, the tub, my hand, my arm, everywhere. And it smelled awful. Dan of course is just laughing at me as I am saying, "turn down the temperature so I can put him under! Oh my gosh this is so gross! Dan, it's not funny. I can't believe he just had butt cannon all over. gross. Stop laughing and help!" Needless to say, the best place to get dirty is when you're already in the shower. We finished up and the boys jumped out like normal while I did a repeat body clean and cleaned the shower, wall, tub and curtain. What a night. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;"><b><u>Lesson 2: Murphy's Law is real.</u></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;">If it CAN go wrong, it will. If you schedule an appointment/ errand for baby's naptime expecting him to sleep through it, he will inevitable be awake and fussy the whole time. If you throw in the laundry, you will of course immediately dirty something that could've gone in with that load. If you put clean sheets/ clothes/ diapers on a baby- he will dirty them all together. If you plan to have time to yourself, your child and/or puppy will be particularly needy. It's a wonderful life, but such a mess! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;">Warning: Do not read on if you won't want to about unconventional benefits of bf. I thought I knew all the perks of breastfeeding. Flat tummy, big boobs, healthy baby, no period, better smelling poops. But then, I learn more. Breastmilk is a living thing, not just something babies eat. It's full of immune boosters, healthy bacteria, and lots of other beneficial components that cannot be duplicated in formula. Formula feeding is adequate for nutrition when necessary, but I would strongly urge any new mother to at least try bf- even for a few days, the benefits for your child are irreplaceable. So, unconventional benefits: those immune booster in breastmilk can have healing properties. I'd heard of applying breastmilk to cuts, rashes, acne, etc to help clear up skin. I've even heard of using the milk to treat soreness related to early bf. But I had never heard of breastmilk as a natural antibiotic. Lately Jackson has had a cold, and Sunday night it spread to his eye- yes his eye. Apparently it's quite common in little ones. It can either be the congestion clogging the tear duct, congestion backing up from the sinuses, or the virus/ bacteria that caused the cold can actually move into the eye and wreak havoc. Poor Jackson had Quasimodo eye that was swollen, red, and crusted shut with green goup. At his 2am feeding I was reading more about this eye irritation when I cam across a recommendation: Put breastmilk in his eye. Say what? Yes, according to this recommendation the immunoglobulin A in breastmilk helps combat the infection. Also, it recommended massaging the undereye/ tearduct to possibly unclog it. I figure he eats it, it can't hurt. And he had an appointment scheduled for the am. His eye was just so crusty and gross, poor baby. So I tried it. I dropped some on the outside of his eye to wipe away the dried goop, and dropped some into his eye to flush out the green. I did this a few times during his feeding. Then at 6am, his eye looked amazing so I did it again! By his 9am appointment you could barely tell a difference in the two eyes!!! AMAZING. Of course now I look like two different people. 1. A mom who goes in for every little thing. and 2. A crazy woman who uses breastmilk to treat eye infections. I feel like such a hippy, crazy mom. But, if it's working and not harming him, how can I not offer to help? We got antibiotic eye drops to administer a few times per day, but I am torn given the amazing transformation mama's milk has already done. We'll end up using the doctor prescribed treatment, but I can't help but wonder if the breastmilk made a difference. </span></span></div>
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"When I was a child, <span style="background-color: #fffefd; color: #001320; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways." 1 Corinthians 13:11. This verse is so fitting for comparing pre-baby and post-baby life. The verse discusses the maturity we experience as believers when we grow in the Word, well, it also applies as we've grown as parents. Pre-baby, pre-marriage I would occasionally be overwhelmed with the balance of housework, work, and relaxation time but felt like I generally had it together. I had lots of leisure time to organize and re-organize closets, shop, cook for fun, keep up the laundry, etc. Then came our puppy Wally, and leisure time went down. Then came my husband, which brought twice the workload for groceries, cooking, and laundry- but thankfully twice the help too! Now, with baby, it is all but impossible to do it all. We've managed to work out system so far of rotating chores and taking care of Jackson. I know look back to my days of living husband, baby and puppy free and wonder where my freetime and extra money went in those days? Now, all of my decisions are based on those factors. The biggest adjustment for me is to let the housework go. Now our house is not messy by any means, but I am an organized quasi-neat freak and leaving the dishes in the sink has taken some work to allow to happen. Again, before I thought like a child- now I think like a mom. I can do the dishes, or go spend a few minutes with my husband before the baby wakes up. I can vacuum the house or play with my baby. Your scale for problem solving and reasoning totally shifts. My priorities have shifted to mom duties, wife duties, house duties, then work duties. However, as we all know too well, often time life doesn't go by our priorities. Occasionally they get juggled around, and that still bothers me. If housework it put off too long, I have a cleaning spree and get anxiety about it. It's a work in progress and I have a helpful, understanding, patient husband by my side to help through it all. Without his partnership there is no way I could do any of this! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;">Some of us are stay at home moms; some of us work twice as hard as career women and moms. Some of us are organic and all natural; some of us are just happy to get some fruits and veggies on the table. Some of us are conventional, doctor's orders types; some of us have more natural remedies. Some of us have our babies sleep with us, others aren't even in the same room. We are all different, but one thing unites us as parents: we want the best for our children. The most interesting thing to me is realizing that not only is every family different, but even in the family what works for one child may not work for them all. Granted, I am mommy to an only child, but I can read the dynamics in our adult families and see the differences between us all that make us all the same. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;">I cannot imagine doing any of this without my girlfriends. My single, married, parent and non parent friends all have such different perspectives on things that I cannot imagine ever not having their support! Of all of them, friends that are in the same stage of life have been the most valuable recently. My married friends have been great for support and insight! Parent friend of kiddos the same age are great for support and encouragement. Friends with older kiddos are great for insight in to the future and for sharing lessons learned. And my favorite: single, non parent friends are great for reminding me to let loose while I can give them insight into the future. Such a wonderful circle of balances- I love all of them and thank God for sending them to me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.99px;">These are just some of the lessons learned. I know more will come, but thought I'd share for those of you looking at this stage of life as something for your future, something from your past, or something you're in now. </span></span></div>
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Just when we think we've got it, everything changes again...<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size:</u> Jackson is growing by leaps and bounds lately! He is wearing 0-3mo size clothes, which I don't think he will in for long! He's still in size 1 diapers, but daddy and I agree that we will likely be donating the rest of this box and moving on to size 2 diapers very soon. We had our two month well baby check and Jackson is right on track- a much better report than the last visit (grumble grumble). For uncorrected percentiles (those based on his actual birth day) Jackson averages between the 50-60%iles for height and weight. BUT... if we correct my growing boy to his due date (and account for the three weeks prematurity and compare him to other babies born early) Jackson is measuring between the 90-95%iles!! We are so proud of our little monkey. So many premies have trouble nursing, growing, and putting on weight so we are so very blessed to have such a healthy boy. And a big boy! He takes after his daddy :)<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Health:</u> Like most breastfed babies, Jax is very healthy. The week after we started daycare, the whole family came down with a cold. This is not uncommon once exposed to new germs, but we're still struggling with this cold- so we're starting to think it's allergies. Lots of trees and other plants in bloom here in sunny PC, so we're thinking that may be it. Whatever the cause, Jackson has had lots of nasal congestion. We use the nasal aspirator whenever we can, but we just can't seem to get all of the congestion, although saline drops, chest PT, and sitting in the steamy bathroom seem to help break up the mucus. We did learn something new- saline drops can be inhaled and cause congestion to drop to the chest, as is the case with our sweet Jackson. Now he has nasal congestion along with this rattling, chest congestion. We feel so awful for our monkey when he sniffles, and coughs and gags. :(<br />
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In addition to the congestion, Jax has been drooling alot. I know this is common with teething, but I don't think that's the culprit at 2 months old. Maybe due to his cold? Who knows.<br />
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Perhaps the biggest change with his health comes from his changed BMs. We figured out in the first month or so that me drinking lots of milk causes green stools and a fussy baby, so I've really reigned it in. For a whole month we had healthy, mustard colored, medium and small sized BM's, all signs of a healthy bf baby. But now, in the last week, boy have we had a change! Apparently it's normal for bf babies to only have 1 BM/ week. As long as they're not fussy or seem to be uncomfortable or gassy- then it's normal. That said, Jackson is now averaging 1 BM every 1-2 days, versus his usual multiple/day. But, when that BM comes- woo wee it comes!!<br />
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Story: We went to the home and garden expo this past weekend. We had planned to run around town for a good part of the day, so we brought the diaper bag packed with multiple diapers, nursing cover, pacifier, change of clothes, baby bjorn, etc. Well- Jax definitely used that change of clothes! Before heading into the expo, we decided to change his diaper and top him off nursing so we won't have to worry for awhile. Nursing went fine, diaper change- surprise!!! Not only did we have a dirty diaper (it'd been about 36 hours since the last one at this point), but we had a blowout! It was everywhere! Up the back, on the pants, on the shirt, all over the changing pad, even on his socks- his socks?! Normally we have a 1-2 wiper, no, this diaper took like 10 wipes! haha. So we get Jax all changed and clean, and put him the Baby Bjorn to walk around, then we think- what if he'd had that diaper in the Bjorn? I couldn't stop laughing. Then it'd be all over that, and Dan, and the baby, and everywhere. Oh man, the joys of parenthood.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Sleep:</u> Prior to starting daycare, Jackson was going down for the night at 10pm, nursing at 2am, then sleeping until 6am. Daycare changed all of that. His feedings started changing times and he'd wake up at 1230 or 1, then again at 430 or 530- just late enough to not let me get back to sleep, but early enough to be awful. Also, the first week of daycare Jax was exhausted and slept all evening/ nights. Then he was awake all evening/ night because he was so well rested at daycare. This past week our sweet baby has been battling a head/ chest cold and has been sleeping more than ever- even through some feedings!<br />
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Our sweet boy takes after his daddy as far as sleep talking. He coos and ahhs in his sleep all the time. He'll get a big sad face and whimper/ cry, then in the next breath he'll be giggling. Granted, we've only heard sleep giggles so far, but it is the best sound ever. I can't wait to hear my sweet baby's giggles when he's awake. So far Jax is definitely a side sleeper, which he really only gets to do in the bed with me when he can prop up. He gets so comfy and will stay on his side all night. We try not to let him sleep in the bed with us, but at the 3am feeding, I'll do whatever I can to get a few more hours of decent sleep before we wake up for the day.<br />
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Story: One of my favorite sleep stories of Jax was on our recent trip to Sarasota for the wedding of some dear friends. While we were at the ceremony, Jackson was hanging out with my mother in law getting lots of cuddle time. He fell asleep in the very middle of the King Size bed, with the sun shining on his face (one of his favorite things). In attempt to make him more comfortable, she went to move him to the pack and play- well he started fussing and made it very clear he wanted to be back in the bed, so she put him back. Next she went to close the blinds of the window so at least the sun wouldn't be in his eyes. Yet again he fussed an squirmed, making it very clear that he wanted the sun on his face. So here is a picture of him, in the very middle of the bed, with the sun on his face, happy as a clam.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Schedule:</u> Jackson's ideal schedule is a 6:00am wake up, nurse til 6:30, again at 7:30, then bottles at 10, 1, and 4, nurse at 6, 8:30 and 1030pm. My ideal schedule is the same, but with only pumping at 10 and 2. I've been lucky so far that two pumping breaks gives me enough supply for his 3 feedings. In reality, our schedule is anything from this ideal time table, to awake for three hours at night, to sleeping all day through feedings. We're still working on it, but at least he's in a routine, even if the times change up some. One of my favorite parts of the routine is family shower time. We get all three of us in the shower at a baby safe temperature, and we get everyone clean at one time. It is so much faster and easier! Jackson loves the water running over him, especially over his head before and after shampooing. He's usually wide awake after a shower and has crazy hair all over the place.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Social:</u> Jax talks alot theses days, mostly when he's sleeping and eating. He hums and looks all over. One of my favorite things while he's nursing is he kicks his feet and crosses/ uncrosses his legs. The last week or so he's become very aware of his hands and grabs at everything. So often times when we're holding him, or if he's nursing, he grips your shirt/ hair/ arm over and over again. Opening his hand and closing it- it's the cutest thing. He also has had a huge improvement of his visual focal point and can not only see Dan and I, but he recognizes us. When he does, he just smiles and laughs- apparently daddy and I are hilarious.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Diet:</u> Still exclusively breastfed baby boy! He's growing great and I've been so blessed not to have supply problems yet. Often times when women return to work their supply will go down and they have to give up breastfeeding. Not only have I been able to maintain enough for Jax for the next day (12 oz), but I've been able to add to our freezer stash on most days- aka I'm pumping more than the needed 12 oz. This is an extra blessing because every additional amount to the freezer stash is more that Jackson can have if for some reason I am unable to produce. So far we're up to 260 oz- that's 65 4oz bottles, or almost 22 days of daycare feedings- a whole month's worth! Again, such a blessing!<br />
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Jackson has had bouts of cluster feeding, but by far the worst has been lately with this cold he's fighting. He can't breathe as well while he's eating, so he doesn't eat as well. When he doesn't eat as well, he wants to eat more often and for less time, resulting in a very exhausted mommy! Recently, Jackson's BM have changed to being less frequent, which is ok by this mama. The funny thing is when he does go, he makes up for the long breaks between them. Last weekend we had a family day long outing and Jackson's blowout was the biggest yet! I already mentioned that, but still it was hilarious.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Crying:</u> More than before, but he's still not a big crier, which we're thankful for. But, when you do get him mad enough, Jackson will definitely cry and let you know he is NOT happy. Bless his little heart. The biggest thing is when he is sick, tired, or generally uncomfortable he will be fussy. This half whimper/ cry noise. Otherwise, we have a very observant, content baby.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Milestones:</u> Jackson is holding his head up great! We're working on tummy time, which is going just so-so. Jackson's point of focus has improved and he is starting to watch us and interact with us even more. In the past week or so he's decided he likes to laugh and smile at us when we say his name, or when we play peek-a-boo. We haven't heard his giggles yet, but his smiles are big so I know the giggles are coming soon. I can't wait to hear those sweet noises :) One of the most exciting things that happened recently: Jackson rolled over!! He was practicing tummy time and rolled from his stomach right over onto his back. He hasn't done it since, but it was very exciting!<br />
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We took our first road trip a few weeks ago and Jackson did great! He cried the first 90 minutes we were on the road and wouldn't settle down- not with a diaper change, nursing, or being held. Finally we pulled over at a truck stop and walked him around outside with the breeze and sunshine on his face; he settled right down and did great the rest of the weekend.<br />
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-85832034346179717112013-02-07T12:15:00.001-08:002013-02-07T12:15:08.664-08:00A Day of Firsts in the Campbell HouseYesterday was a very eventful day of firsts in the Campbell house. Looking back, it was quite the day so I will write about it as a memory to look back on in the future. Such a roller coaster of a day!<br />
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<b><u>First Practice Morning Routine:</u></b><br />
Dan and I have been hoping to start practicing our morning routine. I will slowly start returning to work next week, working from 8 hr/wk up to my full time normal schedule. We have a goal schedule for Jackson to help me figure out when to pump and give him some normalcy, but that schedule is still a work in progress. So, while Dan got ready for work, Jackson and I got up to practice us getting dressed, my getting ready, nursing, packing the bag and getting out of the house on time. I had a few errands to run, so I figure we might as well practice the morning routine and also do a daycare dry run to time the traffic.<br />
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Our goal morning routine:<br />
6:00am- everyone awake<br />
6:00-6:30- Mom and Jackson nurse, Dad gets ready for work<br />
6:30-7:00- Mom gets ready, Dad and Jackson play/ get baby ready for daycare<br />
7:00- Dad goes to work<br />
7:00-7:30- Mom, Jackson and Wally finish getting ready, packing up and leave by 7:30 for daycare<br />
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<b><u>First Crying with Tears:</u></b><br />
We were in the car only 10 minutes late and our daycare run and morning of errands went off without a hitch- until Target. The oil change/ tire rotation took longer than expected, so Jackson started to stir while we were in Target. We still had one more errand to City Hall, and I had a choice to make. I could either go to City Hall to pay our bill and set up auto debit, risking a waking/ crying baby, or I could surrender to the house and attempt to go out again later. I chose to chance it. By the time the paperwork was done at City Hall, I had an awake and very hungry baby- and a 10-15 minute drive back to the house. By now it was 10:30, and I had expected to be home nursing by 10, so Jackson was already 30 minutes past feeding time. Well, the whole drive home he was MAD, and he let me know. It broke my heart to hear my sweet boy wailing and crying, knowing that there was nothing I could do to ease his hunger except try to get home quickly and safely. (Of course every slow, yahoo driver was on the roads- or so it seemed). When we got home my sweet baby boy had huge tears rolling down his cheeks, and we rushed inside to nurse. Finally, by 10:50 we were in the house, nursing, and I once again had my very happy baby boy.<br />
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<b><u>First Smile:</u></b><br />
I guess since I waited so long to feed Jackson, I deserved what came next. Jackson spent the few midday hours cluster feeding. We nursed until he fell asleep, then upon putting him down he'd wake up within 10 minutes and want to be held/ nurse again. This put a delay in my mental to-do list, but I got extra cuddle time with sweet Jackson so I can't complain. With me returning to work next week, I especially enjoyed these extra moments together. And then it happened. I showed Jackson a picture of his newest cousin, born yesterday, and he seemed especially alert. So I started talking to him saying "Hello, Jackson. Hello sweet baby. Hi! Hi Jackson." Jackson's pupil got big as he listened to my voice, then his eyes shifted, he looked at my face, and smiled a huge smile! Instantly my heart melted and I couldn't wait to see his smile again. Jackson soon drifted off to sleep, but I could have cried tears of joy! We have been waiting to see his first smile, and finally it happened. What a good day :)<br />
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<b><u>First Workout:</u></b><br />
Later in the afternoon, Jackson finally went down for a decent period of time and I was able to get some chores done. Dan decided to duck out of work a little early so we could get in a workout as a family. Up until now I've taken a few short, flat walks, but no substantial physical challenges. We decided to go to the Hathaway Bridge here in town- a 1.5 mile long bridge that is shaped like a huge hill. To walk up and over the bridge, and then back, is a 5K (3.1 miles). The weather was wonderful, Jackson slept through the whole thing, and we kept a great pace walking, even adding in about 3 minutes of uphill running on the return portion of the bridge. We were feeling great and I'm very relieved to say my body still remembers how to breathe when running, even after almost a year without running (thank you knee injury and pregnancy). I can't wait to make this bridge part of my regular workout routine! We followed up our workout with Publix fried chicken for dinner. We may have reversed all of our hard work with our dinner, but it was a delicious, cooking-free reward for us. We rented a Redbox and settled in for a night of family cuddling and hopefully an early bedtime. Jackson had been following our ideal feeding schedule all day, we got in a workout, and Jackson smiled. Yet again, it was a good day.<br />
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<b><u>First Puking Session (and second crying with tears):</u></b><br />
As we settled down for the night, Jackson took his time with our long nursing session followed up by cuddle and play time with mom and dad. Although he had eaten a substantial length of time, and burped well, he continued to be restless and require position changes. We'd cuddle on his tummy, sit him up, hold him, burp him, all sorts of things. Jackson was loving the attention and was not fussy at all. Then, I realized he must have peed out of his diaper because he had a wet spot on his PJs and our sheets. As I changed him, Dan grabbed new PJs for Jackson and new sheets for our bed. Dan started changing the sheets, and a newly changed Jackson and I sit down to nurse. Then it happens. Vomit. Everywhere. Who knows where it came from, or how a baby can make so much vomit. The nursing chair, all over me, all over Jackson, the boppy, the blanket, everything.<br />
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I quickly ran to the bathroom with Jackson in tow and stand in the bathtub in case he continues to vomit. Dan intercepts Wally to prevent him from licking everything. Wally gets out of Dan's way and proceeds to lick Jackson and I standing in the bathroom while I yell at him to stop. Around this time the vomiting stops, and a terrified Jackson starts screaming. So imagine it: Dan cleaning up puke and yelling at Wally to 'leave it!'; Jackson and I standing in the bathtub covered in vomit, Jackson screaming, Wally licking us both, me yelling at him to 'leave it!'; our bed half made; the nursing glider covered in vomit. Quite the scene. The panic in poor Jackson's eyes when he was getting sick was so sad to see, and then to have him inconsolably terrified with tears rolling down his beautiful, chubby cheeks was awful. Dan helped Jackson and I strip down, then put Wally into his crate while we cleaned up. Dan took Jackson, still crying, to try to comfort him while I grabbed all of the vomit covered materials and throw them in the washing machine to run after we shower.<br />
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<b><u>First shower:</u></b><br />
Thankfully at one of our baby showers we received this awesome duck that tells if the bathing water temperature is suitable for sweet baby's sensitive skin. We used the duck to find a shower temperature safe for Jackson, then the three of us jumped into the shower. Jackson had fallen fast asleep by now, quite exhausted by his crying. He practically slept through his first shower as Dan and I took turns washing our vomit covered bodies, then holding/ washing Jackson. We made short order of the shower, because big surprise: baby temperature is really cold at 11:30pm! We all get dried off and dressed, then after a short nursing session Jackson drifts off to sleep once again.<br />
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The rest of the night was uneventful and we woke up for nursing sessions like normal, with no more puking! It's a good thing, because in the height of the chaos, we called the pediatrician on call from the base, and she was less than helpful. I am almost positive it was the same Ped who made the measurement mistake at Jackson's 2 week checkup. The first number they tried to reach her at had no answer, so after trying a second number we were connected. The voice on the end of the line was half-asleep with one word answers. The conversation went something like this:<br />
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"Hi, yes my son just vomited everywhere, he's not running a fever, do we need to bring him in?"<br />
"Was this the first time?"<br />
"Yes ma'am, he's never gotten sick before. He just started puking everywhere."<br />
"Ok."<br />
"So, do we need to bring him in."<br />
"No."<br />
"Ok, so he's fine? We just have to watch him? Is there anything we should look for besides him getting sick again?"<br />
"What do you mean getting sick again?"<br />
"I mean getting sick, like he just did. If he gets sick again do we need to bring him into the clinic in the morning?"<br />
"When you say getting sick you mean..."<br />"Vomiting, like he just did, the reason I called. (frustrated pause) Excuse me, let me rephrase. If my child <i>projectile vomits </i>again should I proceed to the clinic?"<br />
"Oh, if he keeps getting sick after he eats, then ya, bring him in."<br />
"Oh, ok, thank you.... hello?"<br />
(nothing on the end of the phone... she hung up.) Let me just tell you, Lord help this woman when I see her at the 2 month check up, we are scheduled with her.<br />
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All things considered, everything turned out fine. I had not eaten any new foods yesterday, so I know Jackson's getting sick wasn't from a new food exposure. We think he was just very full from nursing, and we shook him up too much playing and adjusting- like a soda. Good news is he is wonderful and cuddly today, and we still have our happy healthy boy. Through the whole day, the moment of his first smile still sticks out in my mind and outweighs everything to make it a good day :) In reflection, I give thanks to God for our healthy son, for access to healthcare if needed, for our washing machine!, and most of all, I am thankful for my partner, my love, my wonderful husband Dan. I can't imagine doing any of this without him, and I am so glad that my son gets Dan for a daddy- he is one lucky little boy. <br />
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<br />Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-80470402658160714672013-02-04T05:48:00.000-08:002013-02-04T05:48:25.453-08:00One Month Old! <br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Size:</u> If Jackson is gaining an average of an oz per day, he should be near 9 lbs now. I can't believe it! He's a great eater, so I guess there's no shock here. We weighed him at home by holding him, and the scale says something like 9.5-10 lbs. So I really have no clue. But I do know our little man is very quickly outgrowing Newborn diapers and is on his last day or two of newborn size clothes. Such a big man :)<br />
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At our two week well baby, the tech read the scale wrong and we spent a week thinking Jackson wasn't gaining weight appropriately. The day after our appointment, after spending 24 hours crying at every feeding thinking something was wrong, I took Jackson to the health department to be weighed in the WIC office where I used to work. Low and behold he was gaining weight great- averaging an oz per day! The next week, at our weight check, the Dr. informed us of their mistake and cancelled his weight checks- much to our relief. (Side note- the day I weighed him at WIC I called the Dr. office to see if we could re-weigh and they told me I was welcome to come sit in the waiting room with the sick kids and see if they could fit him in. Talk about one mad mama!)<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Health:</u> Jackson came into this world with a minor heart murmur and has some moderate jaundice during his first two weeks, but now Jackson is healthy as can be. He has the normal baby sneezes- but I can already tell he takes after his daddy with 3-4 sneezes at a time. He does this little sigh/ moan thing between sneezes that is just the cutest thing you've ever heard. As far as his tummy goes, Jackson seems to be gassy at times (namely late at night when mommy and daddy are sleeping). He gets these tummy bubbles and he's so uncomfortable. We burp him, move his legs like a bike ride, stretch his legs up and down (occasionally working out a fart or two- haha). Due to this gassy tendency we invested in both gripe water and Lil Tummy's gas drops. One thing we've noticed is when mommy eats spicy Mexican, it upsets his tummy. This is a trend that started in utero- big sigh from this mama. Mexican is our favorite. We're going to just have to work him up to liking it, again.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Sleep:</u> At our one week checkup for his heart murmur and jaundice, we asked the doctor if Jax was sleeping too much. Although we are SO grateful for his sleeping, we can't wait for him to be awake and interact with us each day. We try not to let him sleep more than three hours at a time during the day so he can nurse and get diaper changes. In the evenings though, we let him sleep away! So far he averages 4-5 hour stretches, for which we are very grateful :)<br />
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Some of my favorite moments with Jackson have been in his sleep/ sleepy state. He makes all kinds of funny faces while dosing off to sleep. He recently has started making smile and grimace faces in his sleep, as well as cooing and grunting in his sleep. I think he's going to be a sleep talker like his daddy because so far he talks up a storm in his sleep. My all time favorite sleep activity so far is his giggles. Sometimes in his sleep he'll be cooing and then just start giggling, which makes me smile with excitement for the day we get to hear his giggles while he's awake.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Napping Away on my lap</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Silly faces while falling asleep<br /></td></tr>
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Schedule:</u> Schedule right now is still on-demand. He sleeps/eats/interacts on his terms and his timeline. In the next two weeks we are hoping to get him into a regular routine to prepare for my return to work. We are still trying to iron out the details of what morning/ evening routines will look like with chores, meals, work, etc. It will be a learning experience for sure! So far we've already learned that our plans or timeline of events needs to be relatively fluid with a newborn dictating things. We'll see how this adjustment goes...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alert little monkey ready to head out with Mom to scope daycares</td></tr>
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Social:</u> Jackson is a very happy baby. Although he doesn't interact with us much yet, we know he is learning so much and taking everything in. He loves to be held and sleep on our chests. Some of his other favorite things include hanging out after nursing (he doesn't actively nurse, but instead uses me as a pacifier) and he also loves outside and windows. Our changing table is next to a window; when the weather is nice and the window is open, the warm sunshine and the wind blows in Jackson just calms down right away. He also is relaxed by car rides and walks around the neighborhood or backyard when the weather is nice. So far Jackson likes the bath most days, which is such a relief. The first few bath times were accompanied by a beet red, crying, unhappy baby so to see him actually relax and enjoy the bath is a relief.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying the sunshine on the changing table</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alert little man just hanging out, taking it all in</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking in the neighborhood with the Baby Bjorn- Jax went right to sleep</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the stroller for walk with Mom and Wally- quite the adventure when the dog is afraid of the stroller</td></tr>
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Diet:</u> Exclusively breastfeeding still!! We've made it through the hardest part of breastfeeding- the first few weeks. The next hurdle is returning to work/ Jackson starting daycare. To prepare, we've recently introduced the bottle for feeding. I've been able to freeze over 100 oz of pumped milk so far, and plan to pump each day I'm away from Jax. So far we plan on using the Tommy Tippee bottles for feedings, but we will see how he tolerates these as we move forward to more regular/ frequent bottle feedings. I can't take any of the credit for still breastfeeding, Jax enjoys it, he does all the work, and I have an oversupply of milk- all things that have made it fairly easy so far :)<br />
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I suspect Jackson has some food sensitivities given his daddy's lactose intolerance and my food allergies. He's had intermittent rash/ baby acne on his face as well as occasional greenish stools- both signs of food sensitivities. I'm going to try weeding our dairy first to see if that's the culprit, which makes me very sad because I can go days without eating meat and get all of my protein from dairy and peanut butter.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Milk drunk baby in a milk coma after nursing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhausted during a growth spurt cluster feeding session</td></tr>
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Crying:</u> No complaints about crying so far. His growth spurts weren't bad with fussiness and Jackson is very good at communicating his needs without getting worked up into a full cry. His rooting signals are easy to read, and when he's not happy or uncomfortable in a position, we are able to tell he's ready for a change.<br />
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Given his easy going demeanor, I was very surprised this afternoon when Jackson LOST IT. We were out to eat with a friend and he woke up hungry and needing a diaper change. Dan volunteered to change him, and after what seemed like forever, Dan returned with a half dressed baby. Turns out, right as Dan entered the bathroom Jackson started SCREAMING at how upset he was, which only got worse with removal of his clothes. He then proceeded to pee all over the changing table, his onesie, pants and even his socks. All of this is happening as about 6 men enter the restroom. Needless to say Dan covered him up quickly, and returned to the table (the diaper bag) for a change of clothes and a baby hand off. I then took him to redress him in clean clothes, and he was not happy about still not being fed. I knew he was a breastfeeding champ, but when he wants to eat apparently he wants to eat right now.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Milestones:</u> Jackson may have been three weeks early, but he has not let that slow him down for a minute! He is right on track with all of his milestones so far. For those who are unaware, at 1 month old babies should be able to move their face to the side when on their stomach, roll from their back to their side, eat/ nurse well, be having 3-4 poopy diapers and 5+ wet diapers per day, and be responding to lights and sounds by turning their faces.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Mom and Dad:</u> We are adjusting to this new parents thing. Sleep deprivation has definitely taken it's toll on more than one day, but in general we are getting into a routine. One night, I fell asleep in the glider nursing, Jackson slept in my arms, and Dan and Wally fell asleep on the bed. This particular time we were all in our street clothes still, lights on, TV on, at 8pm. We woke up a few hours late and went about getting ready for bed like nothing was wrong. Tonight the whole family napped from 530-830 after running around this afternoon- naps have become our best friend.<br />
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Dan returned to work after two weeks at home with us, and Jackson and I have spent two weeks at home alone during the days. We're getting more comfortable with taking excursions from the house to run errands, eat out, etc. I spend most days in various stages of undress due to the on-demand nursing schedule we've been on, especially during growth spurts. There have been days when Jax and I both manage to be showered and in clean clothes, other days neither of us are out of our PJ's. Wally has been wonderful since Jackson's arrival, especially when it's just he and I at home. When Dan gets home, Wally gets rowdy and playful- but that's likely because he spends all day lounging and guarding Jackson and I.<br />
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We've learned to be more fluid in our plans in this first month of parenting. Sometimes (like today) is a two loads of laundry, multiple outfits, peed on, two bath, vomit kind of day. Other days are easier. Seeing our baby smile, listening to him giggle, and getting sleepy cuddles with him make it all worth while. I love our family so much- and all three of my boys Dan, Jackson and Wally. Each of the three boys has already taken their turn as my least favorite at any given time, but all in all my love for all of them grows daily. We are so blessed and so truly grateful for our wonderful life, we can't wait to see what the next month (and months) brings to us.<br />
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<u style="font-weight: bold;">Upcoming Events:</u> We have our first road trip next month to Sarasota for the Sierra/ Pigozzi nuptials. Jackson starts daycare in two weeks when I return to work. Jimpa comes to visit next weekend, as well as my best friend and her family! While my dad is in town Dan and I plan to attempt a date night for an early Valentine's Day, which will probably just be dinner out alone and a quick return home to our sweet baby. Lots of things changing has kept us busy and helped the time to fly by, I just hope we're taking enough time to smell the roses along the way :)Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-74767613928256881502013-01-24T13:12:00.003-08:002013-01-24T13:18:20.202-08:00Postpartum: Reflections of a New Mommy<b>**This week's entry is more about the thoughts of a postpartum mom, and less about sweet Jackson. Much more to come on our little man soon as we reflect on his first month of life :)</b><br />
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<u><b>Love:</b></u><br />
Love takes on a new form when you're a parent. I've never loved anyone as much as I love and adore my husband, until I met my son. The love I have for Jackson, even as a new parent, is unimaginable. Sometimes I have to stop whatever I'm doing to just stare at him, or hold him close with lots of kisses and whisper to him how much I love him. I'm afraid I'll just squeeze him to death, I love him so much. Seeing Jax's little smiles in his sleep, or more recently, hearing him laugh in his sleep, makes me so excited to spend more time with him.<br />
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The flipside of this unconditional, devoted love is the uncontrollable fear I have for Jax. I have this desire to keep him safe, and perfect, and unharmed forever. I know that his heart will be broken, he'll fall and get injured, he'll even feel pain when he doesn't get his way- but for now I just want to keep his life perfect. I worry so much for him, I'm sure part of it is postpartum hormones kicking in. It's such a new sensation to love someone so much- and such a relief. Prior to his birth, I loved little Jackson, but the pregnancy was something that was happening to ME. I felt like any decisions were mine to make, and while factoring in my soon to be child, I was still able to be selfish in my decisions. I even asked a few friends and family members about my feeling of disconnect from him. I was so worried that I wouldn't feel like his mother- because being pregnant I didn't feel like a mom, just a pregnant lady. Now, all of my decisions are based around Jax. When will he need me to be home so he can nurse, what can I eat to make sure he gets nutrients, how I must nap so I can be alert and ready for him in the middle of the night. It's like the center of my universe has totally shifted. I think only fellow moms and dads can understand.<br />
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One of my favorite new feelings of love is the deepening of adoration and love for my husband. Watching him be a dad to our son fills my heart with so much joy. I am so grateful to be able to share my life with Dan, but even more grateful that my son has Dan for a daddy- he is so wonderful. And while I'm sure we will make lots of mistakes as parents, I can't wait to see how we grow as parents and partners in marriage. Again, this new found depth of love has a flipside. Seeing Dan as a dad makes me miss his dad even more. I miss Jackson's Grandpa Scot in a way I can't explain. I miss the opportunities Jax would have with Scot. I miss the hugs and kisses and games of catch they would have played. Scot was such a wonderful husband and father, I love seeing him shine through Dan and his siblings. I can't wait to see how he continues to be part of our lives and influence our family, even in his absence. (again- hormones kick in here).<br />
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<b><u>Recovery:</u></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dec 23 (one month to due date, 9 days to delivery) v. Jan 23</td></tr>
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I have been blessed with a low maintenance recovery. While I know how amazing it is to have my body bounce back so well, I couldn't help but feel this feeling of betrayal. Dan can vouch for the fact that I was worried that I was recovering too quickly. Within a few days of birth I was back into pre pregnancy clothes, and now I am back to pre pregnancy size, clothes, everything. There is this weird feeling though- this feeling of loss from not being pregnant. Almost like I was robbed of those last few intimate weeks with my little man. Just he and I. Me feeling him move, him growing inside me. Jackson was three weeks early, and healthy and perfect, but by the time his due date rolled around, there is little trace of the fact I was pregnant (except for maybe these porn star quality breastfeeding boobies). Again, I think the hormones are contributing here, but it has been hard to be happy about such a quick recovery. Almost like my body forgot I was even pregnant. Like it never happened. How can that happen? I love my son so much how can my body not remember that? This probably doesn't make any sense- but, figured I'd allow insight into the postpartum brain for a minute.<br />
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<b><u>Doctors:</u></b><br />
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Jackson has already had his share of doctor's visits for well baby checks, EKG's, heart murmur check, jaundice, and we even got a referral for a hip 'click'. I have no idea how I will handle his 2 month well baby with immunizations, because I already cry for Jax. At his two week check, a mistake by the tech lead us to believe he wasn't gaining weight properly, despite his amazing breastfeeding. (seriously, my son does all the work on that one- and he is a breastfeeding champ! I am so proud of him). After finding out he wasn't gaining weight, I cried at almost every feeding. I had this helpless feeling thinking he was not growing properly and it was all my fault. We found out the next day that there was a mistake, and he is growing and perfect, but in the mean time I was a wreck on behalf of my son. There was a day that his circumcision was bleeding a little, and I lost it. I couldn't help but cry and worry that I'd done something wrong. (notice a crying trend in this postpartum hormone roller coaster?!) Of course, Jax has been wonderful through everything, and in hindsight, he is still perfect with no problems.<br />
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<b><u>Faith:</u></b><br />
There is something spiritual about being a parent. Jackson's arrival has made me keenly aware of how precious life is, as well as how out of control we are. I don't remember the last time I prayed so frequently. Prayers for his health. Prayers for my husband. Prayers for our family. Prayers for sleep. Prayers for work flexibility. Prayers of thanksgiving. Prayers for strength and guidance as we raise this little baby boy to be an honest, God fearing man. I've never been so aware of my own inadequacy, nor have I ever prayed more for my actions and words to reflect God and not my own sinful nature. Again, I know we will make mistakes as parents, especially when showing grace, mercy and patience to our children- but I am so grateful for parenthood pushing me closer in my relationship with God and my reliance on Him daily.<br />
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<b><u>Visitors:</u></b><br />
Dan and I have been told over and over that we're so laid back. We don't think so. But we have tried to welcome any family, friends, and visitors who want to come to the house at any time. Whether for a week, or just for an hour, we've opened our home to anyone who wants to come. I hope this openness continues as our family grows, and that we're able to show our children how to love the people in our lives. Some of our favorite visitors (besides our amazing families- love you mamas!) have been people from our church. Dan and I have been frequenting a church, but have not yet become members. We've visited a Sunday school class twice. TWICE. Upon hearing of Jackson's birth, this class took the initiative to bring us multiple meals a week, pray for us/ with us, and today we even had someone come take baby pictures of Jackson for free! We have been so thankful and so blessed by this body of believers. It has shown us, yet again, God's ability to provide and encourage fellowship with his followers. Yet another reason this whole experience has brought us closer in our walks with Him.<br />
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<b><u>Provision:</u></b><br />
From meals, to family visiting to help us, to work flexibility, we've consistently seen the miracle of God's provision. Matthew 6: 25-34 states that worrying is futile, and that God will provide. This section of scripture has been a consistent theme the past two years for Dan and I. From our families, to finances, to my career, God has continued to faithfully provide all of our needs. We continue to struggle with letting go of the worry, and trusting Him to provide for our family. The most recent example of provision (in addition to the generous meals we've been receiving) has been regarding my career. I applied for a position as adjunct faculty teaching Nutrition next fall at the local college. Last week, I received a phone call that I got the job! Yet again, God has provided for us. Since my current job is allows one full day (or two half days) off each week, I should be able to continue working full time while starting my dream job as an undergraduate nutrition professor. I am so excited, and yet again, I have been pushed in the arms of God with thankfulness for his provision for our family.<br />
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<b><u>Pumping:</u></b><br />
Exclusive breastfeeding has been such a blessing, and has been easy when I stay home all day. I have been fearing my return to work and the beginning of pumping since before Jax was born. I am hoping I am able to continue breastfeeding without needing formula supplementation. In preparation, I have been pumping 1-2 times/day to begin a freezer stash. This has helped my pump and I get to know each other (we'll be spending lots of time together very soon) and pumping has also helped keep my milk production high. Being a consultant, I am in a different workplace everyday and have no office in any of the buildings. Returning to work/ pumping will require borrowing an office, or pumping in my car. As my return to work approaches, my anxiety over pumping location/ schedule has increased. In the meantime, I've been able to freeze almost 50 oz in the past week or two, and I average 3-6 oz per session, after nursing. Yay milk machine!<br />
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While I am not looking forward to sharing feeding responsibilities with a bottle, I am so grateful for the chance to pump and continue his breastmilk only diet. The healthiest thing I can do for my son right now is breastfeed him, especially considering his premie status- so I plan to pump/ nurse as long as I can, no matter what. As with everything I've said in the past, I could never do this without my husband Dan. His support and encouragement have been the most important, most valuable resource as a new mother.<br />
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<b><u>Breastfeeding must haves:</u></b><br />
A few things I've found essential to breastfeeding as a new mom.<br />
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1. Breastfeeding station with comfortable chair, dim light for late nights, drink, snack, something to read, boppy and blanket. (blanket comes in handy for a side effect of postpartum I wasn't aware of- fluctuating temperature regulation).<br />
2. Mum to be lotion. This lotion is so moisturizing and silky smooth! I used it all through pregnancy with NO STRETCH MARKS. I bought it at Motherhood Maternity and continue to use it now- especially on my torso. It states it's midwife approved and safe for contact with baby's skin vs. scented/ dyed lotions so common in the market.<br />
3. Watch. A good watch and/or timer has been so helpful to keep track of nursing times. Sometimes Jax is sleepy, and I have to wake him up after 4 hours so that he stays on track for weight gain/ eating. This watch has a digital output, but also has programmable alarms/ timers. This will be handy when we start trying to get him on a schedule before I return to work.<br />
4. New mom journal. This journal was bought at Target. It has a section for when to give shots, when teething occurs, a section for ins/outs, and a section to track sleep. The ins/ outs section allows you to track wet/ dirty diapers, and if bf you can track which side/ how long at each feeding. For formula, you can track time and oz drank. This has been a Godsend- especially when the Dr. started telling me he wasn't gaining weight right (good thing they were wrong). I was able to go back and see exactly how he'd been eating/ pooping/ peeing to see he was getting enough breastmilk in.<br />
5. Another thing (not pictured) is a good breastpump. This is essential for breastfeeding mamas who want to continue when they return to work. I purchased the Medela Pump In Style (tote). We bought it from Bed Bath and Beyond.com and were able to apply a 20% off coupon- the ones that everyone has from the mail. Recently Babies R Us had a breast pump sale. To any mamas considering bf/ pumping: do your research, then look for coupons, sales, and used pumps! Used pumps are a great buy, just make sure to buy your own accessory kit of phlanges, tubing and bottles.<br />
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<b><u>Pictures:</u></b><br />
This post has been mostly about new mom life, but I can't help but share more pictures of my little man. Now, blog readers, you can have insight into the workings of my brain, and also the miracle of our son I get to witness everyday. Here's just a few of my favorite pics from the past three weeks:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackson first photo. Jan 1, 2013 8:45am</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naptime thinking. Jan 10, 2013</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Strike a pose. Jan 12, 2013</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More naptime thinking. Jan 13, 2013</td></tr>
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-79540754333070616472013-01-12T18:55:00.002-08:002013-01-12T18:55:41.054-08:00Arrival of Jackson Scot CampbellJackson Scot Campbell was born January 1, 2013- a whopping 22 days early! He is perfect and we are totally in love. Here is his story. <div>
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The week of Christmas I was feeling especially exhausted and even noticed a sudden waddle in my step. There was an aching pain in my pubic bone, like I had walked into a table or been kicked with a boot. I attributed this to ligaments loosening and my pubic symphasis widening to prepare for delivery- I didn't realize how much Jackson had dropped. Even still, babies can drop weeks before they are born, so I didn't think much of it. Braxton Hicks were still happening, but I hadn't noticed any real contractions. Back pain continued, and late night bathroom breaks/ insomnia increased. I didn't have a real nesting time, although there was an afternoon where we argued about my desire to have the nursery ready to go now. I explained to Dan that there's not much we can control, but having it done and ready, even if it was 4 weeks til my due date, is something we can control. We also finished up 'baby class' with our doula. October was really early to take delivery/ newborn care classes, and the November class we signed up for was cancelled. In December, noone was hosting their classes due to the holidays. January classes would be too close to our due date for comfort (in hindsight we are glad we didn't wait!) We ended up finding a doula who would offer in home, private lessons on topics like labor, breastfeeding, newborn care, etc. She was absolutely wonderful and we finished our last class the week before Christmas. </div>
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Dan and I spent Christmas alone with Wally, and prepared to have his family in town later in the week for a late Christmas/ New Year's Eve celebration. Dan had the week of Christmas off due to holiday down time (you got either Christmas week or New Year's week off). Dan enjoyed the week relaxing with Wally and preparing for family, while I worked ahead at work to finish up projects to allow schedule flexibility while our family was in town. (Hindsight: glad I worked ahead). </div>
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Dan's family arrived later in the week, and we were so glad to have a house full of people! We celebrated our late Christmas and spent the weekend laughing, playing board games, eating way too much, and generally enjoying time together. Sunday the 30th we went to Wonder Works and spent the afternoon. I was feeling especially good, given I was able to rubber-band-trick some pre prego jeans to rock with these cute brown boots! I was bummed to miss some of the fun at Wonder Works, like the high ropes course, the swing around roller coaster thing, and the laser tag, but again... I was very content with our weekend and our last few weeks before baby. At one point, we took the stairs to the next floor instead of the elevator- little did I know there was no second floor! I climbed from the first to the third floor and while I was not excited to be so exhausted and pregnant, I was grateful to be healthy enough to complete the feat. (These stairs come into play the next morning.) </div>
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While the family was in town, we remarked how it's too bad Jackson's due date was still almost a month away, because it'd be cool if he was born while everyone was here. Even on New Year's Eve we commented that it's too bad he won't be born on time for the 2012 tax break. To which I replied "Ya, pretty sure I will not be birthing this baby in the next 24 hours" (This was about 6 hours before my water broke). We bought a cute Alabama onesie one day, and it was size 3-6 mo. We said the size didn't matter cause he won't be here for the championship game anyway (ya.... he was a week old, lol.)</div>
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<b><u>New Year's Eve:</u></b></div>
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I woke up this morning with very sore legs, feeling generally fatigued and with a bit of a sore throat. Dan's family was fighting a cold all weekend, so I figured I was also starting to fight it. I attributed the sore legs to the previous day's stair climb, although Dan's mom had told me how with one of her labors her main symptom was sore legs (apparently a sign of early labor is fatigue and soreness). I decided to sleep in two more hours and go to work late. I normally do not work Mondays, but rather than do 8 hours New Year's Day, I wanted to do 4 on the 31st and 4 hours on the 1st to split up the work to have more time with family. I worked my half day, feeling very productive and optimistic about completing my December to-do's, heading into January much more confident in my new job. On the way home from work, I met Dan and his mom at the Labor and Delivery floor of the hospital to get a tour. We had been meaning to get a tour and pre-register, and figured waiting until she could go with would be a fun thing to do together. About 3:30pm, we toured L&D and picked up the three sets of paperwork they make you fill out when you arrive. (Hey, we'll have them ready and just date/time them when the time comes)</div>
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That afternoon, I got a second wind (apparently also a sign of early labor- energy burst). We cooked up a storm of appetizers and munchies and proceeded to, yet again, eat way too much. This is when we commented on how Jackson would not be born in the next 24 hours. The boys played video games and drank beer, while us girls got ready for a night on the town. Here's our spread of munchies that night: </div>
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8:00pm: We girls decide we need cute outfits to wear out and head to the store. Sara and Sam found cute shirts, and I was hoping to find either a cute dress, or skinny prego jeans, something- with no luck. We arrived home to start getting ready about 9:00pm. At this point, I was feeling very large, and pregnant, and generally throwing myself a pity party about being pregnant. I wanted to wear something cute, or sparkly, or anything than basically everything I had. After multiple outfit changes, I decided on a green pre-prego dress with boots and a cardigan. </div>
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10:00pm: Kathy (Dan's mom) and I drive the crew to Pier Park to enjoy the Panama City Beach Ball Drop at midnight with live music and lots of people. We've heard it's lots of fun and decided it would be a fun way to ring in the new year. Here's a picture of the 6 of us, taken by Kathy, just before we left the house: </div>
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11:45pm- ish: While talking to one of Dan's coworkers and her husband, I feel a pop in my lower back. Sort of a rubberband snap/ baby kick feel near my tailbone. It wasn't painful, but I remember thinking it was a weird spot to feel him kick. Again, I chalked it up to Jackson settling in and my ligaments stretching. Then I feel a little trickle, and worried I might have a repeat of the garage/ groceries story, I head for a bathroom. The single stall bathroom of course has a line of drunk younger than me girls, going two by two to chat it up and taking entirely too long. As I try to squeeze and cross my legs, the trickle continues. Finally, I ask if I can cut the line and say it's "kind of an emergency." I get into the bathroom, empty my bladder, and notice still a little leak. Thinking now that Jackson is just sitting on my bladder, I decided to fold up some TP to catch the slow trickle, and proceed to wash my hands. While washing, I soak through my makeshift pad and think... well that's not good. I repeat the process and head for a bigger bathroom. </div>
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11:50pm: I find a bathroom that is not a porta potty or a one-stall and settle in for a few minutes. On the way between the bathrooms, I call my dad (a Physician's Assistant) to ask what it's like when your water breaks. He tells me it is a big gush of water and that it likely didn't break for me, but I am not convinced since I have heard it can be a small trickle, or even barely noticeable. As I sit in my lonesome stall, I discover the fluid is slightly tinted pink/ peach color and has a sweet smell. Definitely not urine.... ok... At this point I am convinced that something is going on, but surely it was not my water. I text Kathy and tell her I am leaking fluid. We soon rendezvous to discuss what to do. </div>
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Midnight, New Year's Eve: Kathy and I are convinced that my water has broken, and we need to update Dan and head home. We all kiss each other as the ball drops, and update the 4 college kids that we are leaving and they should stay and enjoy. We head to the car, discussing what happened and what to do next. Now, I must say, Dan and I don't go out often anymore, and especially don't get many chances to drink and let loose. This, however, was New Year's Eve, and Dan was enjoying the fellowship and drinks with the guys. So... that said... we head to the car. I ask Dan if he has a workout towel anywhere in the car for me to sit on, and the conversation goes like this: </div>
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Shortly after midnight: We are trying to leave the festivities, as the fireworks are going off right after the ball drop. Bad idea. Traffic is unreal, and the cops are diverting us this random way to control the traffic flow. We debated asking if we could go the normal way and blaming it on my labor, but considering we had an open container in the car that was left by one of the boys, we stayed the course. We finally arrived home late, probably 1am or so. </div>
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At home: We had not finished packing my hospital bag, but we had bought all of the necessary items and made a to-pack list. Our doula had told us that false labor contractions will subside in a warm bath sometimes, so in I went while Dan tried to help pack the bag. Now, Dan helping pack while tipsy and frantic was quite the sight. Finally, we gave him a specific task: blow up the yoga ball. Well, in his fast pumping, the hose flies out and air whooshes out of the ball. Dan frantically reattaches and pumps more vigorously than ever. I received no response from the OB on call, so we decide to head to the hospital anyway. I get out of the bath, wash off my makeup, and tell Dan to relax for a few minutes while I finish packing. This is what he and Wally did: </div>
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2:00am: I grab a quick snack before we leave for the hospital: Frosted Flakes. Right about now, the other 4 return from Pier Park, with McDonald's in hand. Dan also decides to eat quickly, and in scarfing his sandwich bites the heck out of his cheek. Apparently it was a bad bite, and was gushing blood into his mouth. Of course Rob uses his flashlight app to look into Dan's mouth, remarks how gross it is, and then Matt joins the viewing. I decided I wanted to see, and weave my way through the maze of hands and heads near Dan's mouth right as someone tells Dan to move his hand. His hand comes down, hits the cereal bowl, and we are left with Frosted Flakes and milk everywhere. Kathy comes down the hall to find the four of us twisted together, covered in cereal, laughing, with Wally licking at our feet. Ok... clearly a sign it is time to leave. </div>
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5:00am: 5cm. Contractions are very strong. Dan has been a wonderful coach and helper. We've sat on the yoga ball, taken a warm shower, even walked the halls some. Right about now is when things turn. Dan has been coaching me through contractions saying "you're ok, it's ok." At this point I have been increasingly annoyed by this phrase and I grab his shirt saying "STOP saying it's ok. I know it is. I'm not dying. Find something else to say." Dan looks at his mom for help, and while hiding her laughter, she encourages him to tell me I'm doing great, and we're almost done. The nurse told me things were progressing well and she thinks I'll be having this baby by breakfast, to which I reply "What time is breakfast?"</div>
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7:00am: Epidural. The NA asks me, while administering the epidural, if anyone's ever told me I have a little bit of scoliosis back there. (Are you serious?! I am mid contraction, getting an epidural. I don't want to talk about the dang scoliosis.)</div>
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8:35am: Dan and I are both exhausted, and Jackson Scot Campbell arrives at 7# 12.8oz, 20 1/4 inches long. Beautiful and perfect. We are so blessed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wally getting Jackson's scent from a shirt, right before he cuddles with it :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to head home Jan 3, 2013</td></tr>
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-90397722810629338232013-01-11T16:10:00.000-08:002013-01-11T16:10:15.828-08:00Third trimester updatesWell here is an old update that I never published... sort of obsolete now, but still a few stories worth sharing:<br />
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<b><u>Dan's shoulder surgery: </u></b><br />
Dan had surgery in the end of October on his torn labrum. His recovery has been slow and steady, and his function is finally returning to normal! He is able to hold our baby boy and help with lifting that I couldn't do later in the third trimester and early postpartum period- so we have been very grateful for the timing of that schedule. Trapping Dan at home for two weeks while he recovered from surgery was interesting... we have little house projects we want to accomplish, and my poor hubby was only able to use one arm, aka look at his to do list and be helpless. I know he's glad to be back to normal now and working on projects :)<br />
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The worst day of his recovery, for me as his wife, was my second day back to work- three days after his surgery. I was getting ready for work and I caught Wally digging up a storm in the backyard. He was standing in a hole wide enough to fit his whole body, and deep enough to be knee deep! I yelled at him to stop and rushed out to the back porch, only to see on the opposite side of the yard, something fluffy and white on the ground. My first thought was a racoon or something injured. As I got closer, I realize it was a cat, looking awfully dead to me. So I throw the tiniest, pencil size stick at it. Cat doesn't move (definitely dead) but now Wally discovers the cat and fetches this mini stick for me. We didn't have a shovel or anything for me to pick up said dead cat with, so I usher Wally inside, update Dan- who had just taken another round of pain meds and returned to his upright sleeping position- and go to eat my breakfast. At this point in the morning, 7am, I decide to chalk the day up to a loss for healthy eating and I enjoyed not one, but two cupcakes for breakfast. They're like muffins right?<br />
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Dan and I were blessed to have not one, but two baby showers thrown for us.<br />
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In Omaha, my mom and sister threw a shower with games, friends, family, and yummy munchies! We got tons of blankets and clothes for Jackson, which have been so wonderful since he was an early surprise. What's funny is at the Omaha shower we got multiple newborn outfits and I thought "shame he won't fit into these for long"- as I was expecting an 8-9 pound baby. Well, thank you Omaha shower attendants for the cute, tiny clothes!! Our 22 day early baby boy came in just under 8 pounds, and needs Newborn size clothes :)<br />
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In Orlando, Dan's mom and sister threw us our second shower, and in true Campbell fashion, it was a to-do! I think they enjoyed having something else to focus on besides finals, because there were lots of crafts, games and snacks that I am sure were Pinterest researched :) This shower was co-ed and complete with adult beverages, TONS OF FOOD, and so, so many gifts. We were so grateful to be able to share this shower together and see everyone while we were home. My favorite part of this day was as Sara and I returned from pre-party pedis and I wanted lunch. Since we were only having "a few snacks" I figured I should eat lunch, so I didn't pig out on all of the food for the party. (Seriously, Campbell family and friends reading this- I should know better than to ever show up at a Campbell/ Cook/ Kaiser function and NOT expect way too much food). Anyway, we drove thru a new McDonald's to pick us up lunch and Dan a snack and it went something like this:<br />
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"Welcome to McDonald's, can I take your order"<br />
"Yes, can we have a Quarter Pounder Meal, a peppermint mocha, and a fruit and walnut salad, please?"<br />
"Um, let me see if we have that..." (What?)<br />
returns..."Ma'am, we don't have the fruit and walnut salad, can I get you something else instead?"<br />
"Oh, ok, um... can I have a fruit and yogurt parfait please?"<br />
"Fruit and yogurt parfait?"<br />
"Yes ma'am"<br />
"Let me see if we have that..." (again... what? as we start to laugh)<br />
returns... "I'm sorry, but we don't have that either. Would you like some cookies for free instead?"<br />
(Who replaces salad and/or a yogurt with cookies?!) "No thank you, we'll just take the meal with Diet Coke and the mocha please."<br />
"Oh, you want a meal drink and the mocha?"<br />
"If we can..."<br />
"Ok, do you want me to ring up them mocha as your meal drink and purchase an extra Diet Coke, or do you just want the meal with the mocha in addition?"<br />
(we can barely stop from laughing in disbelief at this point) "Whatever's easier"<br />
"Do you want the mocha hot or iced?"<br />"Iced would be great"<br />
"Let me see if we have that..." (OMGOSH... this must be a prank).<br />
"Ok ma'am, you're total is... (some random amount). Please pull to the first window."<br />
Pull around, pay and then learn this:<br />
"Sorry, our power just went out so we don't have some of the menu items. So sorry about all of that."<br />
"Oh, ok, no big deal."<br />
Second window: "Hi, you have a quarter pounder meal with Diet Coke and a small, iced, skim peppermint mocha?"<br />"Yes."<br />
"Ok, here's your diet coke... for the quarter pounder, we can't toast the bun, so is a cold bun ok?" (at this point I'm just smiling, laughing, and think to myself, do we have a choice?<br />
garage pee)<br />
"Non toasted is just fine." (to ourselves: what next, raw potatoes? Ma'am, is it ok if we give you potato slices, and you just microwave them at home? We both keep laughing...)<br />
Finally, after about 10 minutes in the drive thru "OK, here's your Peppermint Mocha, we gave you a large even though you only ordered a small. And we threw in some apple pies for you too. Sorry again and come back soon."<br />
"Thank you."<br />
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What a mess that trip to McD's turned out to be! Worst part- the house was FILLED with food. It's like every person brought a book, present AND food. So there was plenty to eat, and leftover. Hence, my McD's stop was not necessary, and Sara didn't even get anything to eat, except free apple pies I guess."<br />
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<b><u>Pregnancy bladder:</u></b><br />
For those of you who've been pregnant or currently are, pregnancy bladder is self explanatory. For the rest of you, or anyone who enjoys a great story, here's the definition in story form:<br />
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One night, I was unloading groceries into our garage with the house door closed, then from the garage to the house with the garage door closed. Our dog LOVES to play catch me if you can by darting out any open door to the front yard, and I did not feel like playing, hence my use the garage tactic. (We still have things to be hauled away and our donation pile in the garage, so parking my car inside was not an option). Dan was still recovering from surgery, so he wasn't able to use his right arm to carry anything. I had one light box left from Sam's to unload, but it was big enough to need two arms to balance, so I was bringing it in. Now, our garage door has something wrong with it and you have to hold the button down for the door to shut. Since I have this darting puppy, the garage door NEEDS to be shut before I open the house door. So I prop the box between my hip and the door frame, hold the button with one hand and the box with the other, and then it happens. Jackson shifted. All of a sudden an uncontrollable urge to pee hit me and I was trapped. If I open the door and run, Wally will escape through the not yet closed door. Finally the door closes, but then I am paralyzed. The trickle has started. If I move, surely the flood gates will open and I will full on pee, but if I don't move, I will keep peeing in my pants. I finally manage to kick open the house door, crying in laughter, to have Dan come around the corner and say "What are you doing?!" "I'm peeing my pants!!!" "What? You peed your pants?!" "NO! I AM peeing my pants!" Finally, by the grace of God I get to a stopping point and I'm able to dam the flood to make a run for it. As I step in the house, Dan says, "Take your shoes off!" "I didn't pee on them" "Yes you did! Take them off!" still laughing I say "ok, haha" and dart towards the hallway. Dan: "Wait, take your pants off and put them in the washer, you just peed on them." "oh my gosh, ok, haha". (remove pants and now REALLY dart towards the hallway because I am now bottomless in the kitchen/ washroom. "Wait, where are you going?" "To the bathroom!!" "you just peed your pants!" Me: "Yes I did, but I'm not done, I just got to a stopping point!" (as I run down the hallway, top covered, bottom bare as a baby's butt.) Needless to say, I now understand pregnancy bladder. And have a funny story to share :)<br />
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<b><u>Pregnancy symptoms: </u></b><br />
Third trimester brought a sudden onset of fatigue, heartburn all over again, late night bathroom breaks increased in frequency, my back was sore ALL the time, and insomnia (between bathroom breaks) increased. I had increasing anxiety over our preparedness and my pregnancy body. At one point, while out with friends in Orlando, I felt totally judged for being the big ole prego lady in the bar. Chances are noone there noticed me, let alone my prego, swollen belly. The best relief for pregnancy back pain was the yoga ball to bounce/ rock on, and laying on the floor on my back. I know I'm not supposed to lay on my back, but laying on the floor and rolling my back into the ground, stretching out the lower part of my back, was the best feeling ever. I attributed some of my soreness and fatigue to the fact that Jackson was measuring ahead. Although I was convinced he wouldn't be early, I figured he'd be a big baby when he came on time, or even late (boy was I wrong there.)<br />
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<b><u>Job, nursery, and holidays: </u></b><br />
Apparently I decided that at 30 weeks pregnant, it was a good idea to start a new job. My old job had pros and cons, and the new one has the opposite pros and cons. It's been an adjustment, but such a huge blessing for my career, schedule and our monthly budget. The nursery is complete, and at time of delivery was only missing our dresser, which was in place before we left the hospital :) For thanksgiving my family came into town for a few days, and we were able to relax and enjoy way too much food together. For Christmas, Dan and I celebrated just the two of us with Wally. We missed our families terribly, but tried to relish in the last few weeks of solitude. Little did we know we were down to the last few days already. The weekend after Christmas, Dan's family came into town for a late holiday and to celebrate New Year's Eve with us. That's when things got interesting...<br />
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<b><u>Photos to share: </u></b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dan ready for surgery</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Husker game while home for baby shower. Such a fun day!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After returning from Nebraska trip, Wally was SO happy to see dad :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day at new job- showing up very pregnant. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4D ultrasound at 32 weeks. Look at those handsome chubby cheeks! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family Christmas photo 2012. Our Orlando baby shower haul behind us- we are SO blessed. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still getting even bigger, feeling very pregnant. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best friend's Master's graduation. So proud of her! Enjoyed out last road trip before delivery- feeling even more pregnant.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for Christmas, and counting down the last month until baby's arrival- so we thought.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wally is ready for the guest room to be filled with family! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful baby boy nursery ready for our little man<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">December 30th- day before labor started. Look how much he dropped! Rocking pre-prego jeans and feeling very pregnant, but very fit. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our boys before embarking through Wonder Works. Such a fun triple day date. Last one for a while </td></tr>
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<b><u><br /></u></b>Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-91870620645234951692012-10-18T19:54:00.003-07:002012-10-18T19:54:50.922-07:00Entering the third trimester<b><u>Evenings with Wally:</u></b><br />
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An update on evenings with a one year old puppy: We spend most of our time trying to figure out how to tired out our puppy so he'll sleep through the night. Currently the newest project is trying to figure out how to transition from sleeping in his crate all night, to sleeping on a bed in our room all night. Knowing that baby is coming and will be up at all hours of the night, we also know that means Wally will want to be up and frequent trips to his crate will be in order. Or, our other option is to start training him now to sleep out of his crate at night.<br />
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Side note- Dan just had to stop Wally from his couch pouncing game because he found a Silica "do not eat these" pack and was trying to eat it. Are we sure we're ready for kids?<br />
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Last night we took Wally to a beautiful area of Panama City called St. Andrew's. It is a historic neighborhood not far from our house, right on the water. It's not a great beach for swimming or recreation, but it is calm and perfect for walking the sand and playing fetch with Wally. Here are a few pictures from last night:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wally before we left for home</td></tr>
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One of the many fun things Wally does: he drags his blankets out from his crate in the kitchen to whatever room we are in so he can lay with them. Below is a picture of his blankets in our bedroom doorway:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finding a balance is definitely a new challenge in married life for us! When we were long distance and dating, it was always the highlight of the week to see/ spend time with Dan. Now we see each other all the time, for groceries, laundry, cleaning, house repairs, TV watching, etc. Trying to designate that roommate/ hangout feel to be different from necessary date nights or lovey time is a challenge I didn't anticipate in marriage. The most exciting part, we're about to throw in roles as parents and diaper changers to our ever so glamorous life. Can't wait to see how romantic we feel when we're covered in diapers, milk, and spit up. Oh what an adventure! In an effort to still act like newlyweds while we still can, we've opted for date nights lately with movies, dinner out, the fair, etc in an effort to spend time together that is not doing chores or finishing a to-do list. Here are a few pictures from our mid-week date to the Bay County Fair a few weeks ago :)<br />
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<b><u>Baby update: 26 weeks</u></b><br />
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I recently had my first round of baby nightmares. I woke up confused, but not shaken, until later in the day. An image of sweet Baby Campbell from my nightmare haunted my thoughts all morning, and lunch break that day was spent driving to fast food and crying profusely. I also have had a few 'mom' moments, including telling some young kids a few neighborhoods over to stop playing in the busy street. When they shook there heads yes, I said "yes ma'am?" and they replied "yes ma'am." I seriously pulled over my car, got out, and used the <i>mom voice</i> on some kids?! And I made them say yes ma'am?! Then today at work I used the mom voice to tell a little kid to stop being ornery and trying to open the office door to run out while his mom and I talked. I looked right at him and said "Um, no sir, you may not."<br />
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I sound like a mother, and not the kind that is your best friend- the kind that rules your curfew and makes you do your chores. Guess the transition was faster than I thought!<br />
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<b>Weight gained: +</b>8.5 pounds (that means up 10 in the last 5 weeks!)<br />
<b>Feeling: </b>Great! Blessed. Full. Stretched. Loved<br />
<b>Symptoms: </b>Indigestion occasionally. Weepiness sometimes. Tired more and more easily.<br />
<b>How big is baby? </b>15 inches long, 2.5 pounds!<br />
<b>Miss anything? </b>Laying on my belly, wine with dinner, energy (don't think that one is returning in the next 12 months or so)<br />
<b>Cravings: </b>Not really. Although ice cream and general junk food are frequent favorites. Recently there were 3 days in a row that I splurged on McDonald's french fries- gross.<br />
<b>Aversions: </b>Still not loving vegetables, but trying to consciously get in 2-3 servings/day. It is SO hard anyway, especially when I am craving french fries or cinnamon rolls.<br />
<b>Maternity clothes: </b>Of course. We've been lucky to buy clothes on sale, and I've been able to work in alot of pre-pregnancy tops and dresses. Tonight I tried to rubber-band-trick wear my capris... ya that wasn't happening. Looks like the pregnancy thighs and buns are here too now.<br />
<b>Stretch marks? </b>Not yet. Crossing my fingers!<br />
<b>Gender: </b>Boy!<br />
<b>Name picked out? </b>We think so.<br />
<b>Belly button in or out: </b>Frighteningly shallow in. That button will pop out soon, but I assure this bun in the oven is nowhere near done!<br />
<b>Looking forward to: </b>Feeling Baby move every morning. Meeting our little man in 3 months. Upcoming travels, baby showers, visitors, and holidays. Most importantly: every evening that I get to spend with Dan.<br />
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Our next OB appointment will be for check-up, labs, glucose test (joy) and an extra ultrasound to see if a few things have resolved. Lord willing, Baby and I will prove to still be healthy!<br />
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We will soon be taking our last round of pre-baby trips to our hometowns; then spring visits will be with Baby in tow... so crazy.<br />
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Dan has shoulder surgery coming up, and Lord willing, his recovery will be on schedule and he'll be able to carry/ hold our baby boy when he arrives in January!<br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">Alot has happened since the last blog update! For one, we had our wedding in Omaha, NE Labor Day weekend. We had perfect weather, all the people we love the most there to celebrate with us, and of course we got to enjoy our dream wedding day! Everything was as picture perfect as can be. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Baby Campbell is a BOY! Dan and I are over the moon and we can't wait to meet him! We're narrowing down names, but in the mean time Baby and I are growing away. A few weeks ago I was starving and exhausted- so someone had a growth spurt! Below are pictures at 21 weeks that Baby is a boy, and 22 weeks showing my growing bump and our newly painted living room wall :) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">So, the long awaited embarrassing story. First, baby has kicked me out of all pre-pregnancy pants, but dresses and most shirts still fit. I get reflux alot, and the yawns at work. But two days ago was a first! In the middles of seeing a client, I rolled my chair up to my desk to hear a loud "Faaaaart!" It was short, and loud, and I'm not sure the client noticed. I blamed in on rolling over something on the floor, and moved on with the interview- but then he started to be stinky! I never have noisy gas, so I wanted to laugh so bad, I had to wait until later re-telling the story to laugh. But yes, middle of work, in front of a client, baby and I farted. My body is officially not my own! </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;">Weight gained</span></strong><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 115%;">: Finally passed my pre-pregnancy weight- up two pounds! </span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Feeling</span></strong><span style="background-color: white;">: Great! Tired and sore a lot, and my appetite is bigger than ever. Dan and I bought a pregnancy yoga DVD, so soon we will be starting to practice breathing and stretching to keep Baby and I healthy. </span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Symptoms</span></strong><span style="background-color: white;">: Tired and sore. And maybe moody- ask my husband if that has kicked in. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>How big
is the baby? </b>He was as big as a papaya, but now he's as big as ear of corn! At our 21 week appt he was 8 inches and 14 oz. We are right on track and staying healthy! </span><br />
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anything?:</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> A nice glass of wine with dinner. Everything else I am enjoying more than ever! </span></span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Cravings:</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> </span></span> Sweets. I've always been a sweets girl, but lately I've been craving carbs. I will say this: carrots are not satisfying when craving cake. And milk does not satisfy ice cream cravings.<br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Aversions</span></strong><span style="background-color: white;">: Vegetables. I have not been wanting them at all! I don't remember the last time I had the recommended servings of vegetables in a day. Dan and I are working on getting more veggies in each day. </span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Maternity
clothes?</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> </span></span> Finally starting to transition into some.<br />
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marks? </b>Not yet. </span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Gender</span></strong><span style="background-color: white;">: BOY!!</span><br />
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picked out?</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> Still debating between a few, but narrowing it down :)</span></span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Belly
button in or out</span></strong><span style="background-color: white;">: A weird in between. I find myself staring at my half innie, half outie belly button while the alien living inside me moves my tummy all around. Weird. </span><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: white;">Looking
forward to:</span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white;"> Seeing our son again! And every time he moves. And sleeping on my back (if I'm allowed to sleep post baby). And not being gassy!</span></span></span></span></div>
Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-36012746550247152022012-08-22T18:06:00.002-07:002012-08-23T17:56:32.550-07:0018 weeksAs I am writing this as Dan fills our house with wonderful smells of his chicken pizza! He makes a pizza with alfredo, chicken, spinach, and lots of cheese. It is so delicious. Baby sure thinks it smells great too!....It just got done and tastes amazing. I am so lucky to have him spoiling us :) Today I have been craving lots of fruity, sweet things. Fruit, Jell-O, yogurt, juice, fruit snacks. Crazy food loving baby! The other night Dan and I were relaxing and I thought I felt baby... but it may have been just gas bubbles. I know that soon enough we'll both be feeling the baby- how crazy that will be.<br />
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Last weekend we visited Omaha to make the final preparations for our wedding next week and attend Mr. and Mrs. Josh and Ana Peyton's wedding. I can't believe we are just a short 10 days from our wedding. Seems like such a formality since we are already married, pregnant, with a house and a dog- but at the same time- so exciting! I only recently realized how much of a PARTY this shindig is going to be. After receiving RSVP's for a whopping almost 200 people, we are SO excited to celebrate with everyone next weekend. <br />
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Wally, our lab mix puppy, has been extra spoiled lately! We are starting to realize how important it is to spend leisure time with him now, but also to start preparing him for baby to arrive. I think he will feel very left out and be jealous in the beginning, but then he will love baby once baby is older and more fun! UPDATE: WALLY JUST GOT HIS BUTT SPANKED!!! Dan made this WONDERFUL pizza... which I was just raving about. Wally stood with front paws on the counter and ate 4 of the pieces! Our wonderful, delicious leftovers!!!! Ugh. We are so mad at him. Granted, we should have wondered about the missing dog and quiet kitchen, granted we should have put the leftover pizza away... but fact remains. We should not have to hide our food to keep the dog from being naughty! Good practice for kiddos I guess.<br />
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<b><u><i>UPDATE:</i></u></b><br />
<b>Weight gained:</b> still nothing gained, but finally back to pre-pregnancy weight. Only up from here<br />
<b> Feeling:</b> Great! Hungry alot more, which is a great sign. Also very lovey with Dan, wanting to hug him or be near him all the time. Crazy hormones. <br />
<b> Symptoms:</b> Hungry, gas bubbles (or baby moving), growing baby. <br />
<b> How big is the baby? </b>sweet potato (5.5 in, 5 oz) <br />
<b> Miss anything? </b>Full night's sleep. I know this isn't likely to change anytime soon, but gosh do I miss sleeping for 12 hours on a weekend with no puppy waking us up, or late night potty breaks.<br />
<b> Cravings:</b> Today: fruity sweet things. In general, just food. Great perk of being the prego lady at work- everyone is willing to share their lunch :)<br />
<b> Aversions:</b> none! <br />
<b> Maternity clothes?</b> Bought a maternity Husker tank, but no need for maternity clothes yet. I was even able to travel all Friday in my skinny jeans! Thankfully, loose, conservative clothing is the fashion in the south so I'll be able to incorporate alot of my pre-pregnancy clothes late into my pregnancy! <br />
<b> Stretch marks?</b> Not yet. Hoping to gain gradually and minimize stretch marks from sudden growth, but who knows how it will go. <br />
<b> Gender:</b> Baby is developed enough to tell by now, but our doctor doesn't screen until after 20 weeks. <br />
<b> Name picked out?</b> We've discussed some. We'll get more serious about it once we know which gender we're narrowed down to. <br />
<b> Belly button in or out:</b> Innie, but I've always had an inbetween belly button. It is an innie, but it looks like an outie... just deeper like an innie. At any rate, although I am at pre-pregnancy weight, the distribution is defnitely different and my belly button is more shallow- weird. <br />
<b> Looking forward to: </b>Our wedding next week, football season, baby gender reveal, and starting fall/ maternity clothes soon :)<br />
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Below are some pictures to update from the past few weeks:<br />
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Still no bump at 15 weeks (8/1/12) </div>
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How I actually looked walking around at 16 weeks (8/8/12) </div>
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How I could suck it in at 16 weeks (8/8/12) </div>
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Bump can't be hidden now! 18 weeks and +/- 0 pounds (8/22/12) </div>
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New maternity shirt for this season... and still in my skinny jeans!</div>
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Wally being super cute and sweet before dinner... before being such a bad doggy! </div>
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Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-24019739159472991432012-08-12T06:06:00.000-07:002012-08-12T07:22:03.056-07:00Catching up from the First Trimester<br />
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We found out May 30th, 2012... our one year anniversary and the day of our engagement pictures. I imagine that won't be a day we forget anytime soon. I spent the next month or so sick as a dog. We decided to change our wedding from May 2013 in Panama City, FL to Labor Day weekend in Omaha, NE. Moving everything up to just a mere two months away added to the new stress, which of course made morning sickness worse! In the first 10 days of pregnancy I lost about 10 pounds or so. I've been slowly gaining it back since then, and now, at 16 weeks I am just about back to baseline. During the first trimester protein was a common aversion and baby loved fast food! (This baby takes after his/her Dad!) One thing that surprisingly went over well: McDonald's Chicken Nuggets- so gross. <br />
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At the end of June I moved to Panama City to join Dan and we had both sides of the family in town the weekend before the 4th to meet! That week I started my new job, and Dan and I were legally married to start Tricare for baby and I. :) We closed on the new house, and heard Baby's heartbeat in the same day! Since mid July, we have been wedding planning, setting up house, and learning to cohabitate. Wally loves the new house and big backyard. He also has turned more into Dad's dog, since Dan plays with him and is way more fun than Mom! He still doesn't like to be far from me, and will occasionally come check on me when Dan and I are in different rooms.<br />
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August so far has been packed with finalizing wedding details and preparing for our upcoming travels. Dan, Wally and I are falling into a routine, which unfortunately includes 6:30 am wake-ups with our puppy, even on weekends- I guess it's good baby training, but I miss sleeping in! <br />
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Below are a few of the pictures from early on in the pregnancy that didn't make it to facebook. Now we are 16 weeks along and starting to see a noticeable difference in my growing belly! Hopefully in the coming weeks we will update more often :) <br />
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UPDATE:<br />
<b>Weight gained:</b> still down 3 pounds.<br />
<b>Feeling:</b> Good! Not as tired or nauseous anymore, and food actually tastes great! I still don't eat much at a time though.<br />
<b>Symptoms:</b> Tired, but nothing like before. Still regular potty breaks, but I think more hydration related instead of pregnancy related.<br />
<b>How big is the baby?:</b> As big as a turnip. We've moved through the rest of the produce section so far including avocado, lemon, lime, plum, and navel orange. <br />
<b>Miss anything?: </b>Wine. I know there may be some safety in light alcohol consumption, but so far haven't ventured there yet. But man would I love a glass of Pinot Noir with a nice medium steak! Only a few months to go! Also missing regularity. Turns out high Iron in prenatals, mixed with general vegetable aversion is creating constipation. I'm so used to clockwork, this is annoying.<br />
<b>Cravings:</b> Baby does take after me some! Baby loves sweets. Lucky Charms are a recent favorite snack, and although packed with sugar, they ARE fortified with Iron and Folic Acid, so they're healthy for baby right?<br />
<b>Aversions: </b>Vegetables, and anything 'heavy'. Heavy today means chicken fried steak and lots of gravy- sounds awful.<br />
<b>Maternity clothes?:</b> Nope, but some of my wardrobe is getting snug. Not enough to notice, unless you're the one wearing it all day!<br />
<b>Stretch marks?:</b> No, which is surprising given the rapid (and painful) growth of my breasts in June! Up a full size in a matter of a few weeks- ouch.<br />
<b>Gender:</b> Don't know yet, but two girlfriends found out their baby's genders this week and I am green with envy. Our OB doesn't do gender screening until after 20 weeks, so sometime after the big wedding we'll know :)<br />
<b>Name picked out?: </b>Maybe for a boy. Girl- we are at a loss. Bought a baby name book yesterday.<br />
<b>Belly button in or out:</b> In, but I've always had a shallow 'innie' so we'll see how long this lasts...<br />
<b>best moment this week: </b>Hearing Baby Campbell's heartbeat lumb-dubbing away :)<br />
<b>Looking forward to:</b> Big wedding in three weeks, finding out the sex, and starting to show! I know in just a few short months I'll be tired of being huge, but lately I don't 'feel' pregnant. Not tired, not sick, and not showing. I heard the baby's heartbeat again last week, and that made this mama happy! Baby is in there, growing away and healthy.<br />
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Dan and I at his cousin Heather's wedding. We are about 5 weeks here, 4 days before 'the test'</div>
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Week 12: Starting weekly photos. Last Wednesday before moving into our house.</div>
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Week 13: Closed on the house, notice our friends Collin and Bailee in the background, who were helping us move in :) </div>
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<br />Mrs. Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02831010048433385027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344343657383465785.post-7884291428571734172012-07-26T08:15:00.000-07:002012-08-12T06:14:26.144-07:00And baby makes three<b><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Written June 13, 2012: 8 weeks) </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Surprise!!! We're pregnant. It certainly was a surprise to us anyway! We found out on our 1 year anniversary, the day of our engagement pictures, May 30th, 2012. Dan and I were shocked, and I think we are still getting over the shock factor. We have been so, so blessed to have such wonderful friends and family in our lives. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since finding out about Baby Campbell's surprise plan to join us... we have moved up the wedding date, bought a house, and I got a new job! What a whirlwind few weeks it's been! We have our first doctor's appointment next Tuesday, and Dan and I will know more about our little nugget... as uncle Matt has decided to call this baby. We can't wait to see what the future holds for us. We know that this family timeline is not what we had in mind, but we know that God loves us, even in the midst of our sin, and God loves this baby. We know that He works all things for His good, and although we may not understand it now, God is blessing us with a family. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So ready or not... Baby Campbell is coming! </span></b><br />
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