Marjorie at 2 Months

Marjorie at 2 Months:

-switched into 0-3 month clothes at 5 weeks
-at her 2 month appointment (done at 7 weeks) weighed 9 lbs and 1 oz. She is super petite
-continues to struggle with day time naps. Sometimes she goes down super easy, sometimes she fights me all day long. I still don't know the difference between those day but it's definitely getting easier overall
-still a good night time sleeper, once she's down, she's down and goes right back to sleep after eating ... except when she has gas which is not as often now
-getting better and better at night at letting me just place her in the crib still awake but tired and going down on her own. Those nights are the best!
-Gripe water is still our best friend
-still curls up for snuggles, love our little froggy
-smiles at people, especially mommy and daddy
-able to track objects/people with her eyes
-does not like a dirty diaper, she will let you know when it's time to be changed
-starting to enjoy hanging out on the floor looking around
-on good days will spend 30+ minutes hanging out with her friends in her play gym
-thinks tummy time is okay for a couple minutes and then gets real angry. She's very good at holding her head up to look around when she's up on our shoulders
-loves listening/dancing to music (thank goodness for Pandora!)

Mommy at 2 months:

-some days I feel like I've got it all figured out and other days I have no clue what is going on
-tired but not crazy tired, naps are my friend
-able to go out to do errands with only mild nervousness. At the beginning of the month it was always a guarantee that she would fall asleep in the stroller or carrier right away. Now, she is able to stay awake a little bit and likes to look around, especially when she's in the carrier
-frustrated that I can't know exactly what she wants and give it to her, but we're slowly figuring each other out
-feeling like there's more of a routine and not so overwhelmed by the randomness of caring for a newborn
-oh so in love with this little person

Charlotte, Marjorie and Eleanor

Before Ashley and Eleanor left, we had to get the girls together and take pictures to document the cuteness.

But trying to take pictures of three infants is pretty much impossible...

   They look everywhere but where you want them to

   Eleanor is 8 weeks older than Marjorie, and Marjorie is a week older than Charlotte

 

   And with the mama's. Ashley we miss you and Eleanor!

Marjorie at One Month

I took these pictures on Marjorie's one month birthday, but of course didn't get around to downloading them, editing them, and uploading them here until now. Because everything takes longer with an infant.

At one month Marjorie:

-is a pretty good night time sleeper. I always get at least one 4+ hour sleep and then a 2-3 hour sleep
-consistently wakes up with gas/pooping needs between 6 and 6:30 regardless of when she last ate. A little frustrating for all parties involved
-does not like napping during the day. She will stay up hours despite my best efforts to prevent her from becoming overstimulated and going into crazy baby mode
-loves gripe water (as do mom and dad). Baby gas is the worst!
-started with a few social smiles around 3-4 weeks. One of which was directed at her pediatrician so it's legit : )
-doing well with feeding (would eat every single hour if she could) and keeps on growing

At one month Mommy:

-is finally not in pain with breastfeeding
-is happy with the night time sleeping, not so happy with lack of day time sleeping
-starting to feel a little bit more like a person again, but definitely trying to figure out who this new mommy person is
-loves the little froggy cuddles but could do without the high pitched screaming cries
-not quite so scared to go out an about with baby thanks to Glamee's guidance 
-kept a baby alive for an entire month!!! Super proud of that one!

Future BYU Roomies

Part of our NYC family has been the Stevenson's. We are going to desperately miss them when they move to UT in a few weeks for residency but are so glad they get to go where they want to go! Ashley had Marjorie's future BYU roommate 8 weeks before Marjorie was born. These were taken when Marjorie was about a week old and Eleanor was 9 weeks. I can't believe the difference only 8 weeks makes!

 

Also it's a week later and Marjorie has on those same pants and she probably won't last one more week in them. Crazy!

 

Boys trying to instill some Bronco love in the girls...

Oh we are going to miss you guys!

First Bath

A day or so after we brought Marjorie home, we gave her her first bath. She liked it okay until we had to keep cleaning her after washing her hair. Then she was not pleased. Thankfully she's enjoyed subsequent baths. I can't wait until her cord is all off and she can hang out a bit in the water!

Dan's friend gave Marjorie an adorable shark bathrobe. Absolutely perfect for Dan's daughter.

In the hospital

While we were in the hospital, we took some pictures of Marjorie. These are all over facebook, but here are my favorites for blog documentation.

I love me those chunky cheeks!

April 21, 2013

For me to remember.

On April 20 I woke up with a contraction? I had no clue if those were what I was feeling, but it felt weird and uncomfortable. It was Saturday. My parents had flown in the night before, it was my dad's birthday the day before and Dan's birthday the next day. We were going to have a birthday day for the menfolk filled with chicken and waffles, whales at the museum and walking around NYC. But nothing really worked out except the chicken and waffles. We spent the day walking through Central Park, seeing a movie, walking down to Hell's Kitchen for dinner, walking to Times Square for dessert... lots of walking. While the contraction things slowly became more intense and more regular. By 8pm I told Dan he was in charge of making decisions now cause I didn't want to think about anything any more. We took a cramped cab home and it began.

I took a bath for a while, and that helped until it didn't. We opened birthday presents and baby gifts to distract me (and make sure the birthday boys got a little something). My parents went to bed to get some rest and I tried unsuccessfully to rest in bed. Dan and I walked the hallway outside our apartment door with Fitz trailing along behind. Stopping every few minutes to deal with a contraction. Fitz was very concerned and kept putting his paws on me while I was dealing with contractions. At 2am we decided to go to the hospital. Contractions were lasting about a minute and were 4-5 minutes apart.

We got to the hospital and I went into triage. I was told nobody could come back with me and I stood alone for at least 45 minutes in a little curtained area. They asked me questions while I tried to breathe through the contractions. "Any issues with domestic violence? How much did you weigh pre-pregnancy? How much were you at your last appointment?" And they left me. Dan finally asked if he could come back and stand in my cubicle with me. He tried to ask when I'd be seen by a doctor to check how dilated I was, but kept being told that since it was my first baby and other women (6!) had come in at the same time and were pregnant with their 2nd, 3rd...etc. baby, they got priority for checks. He switched with my mom and finally someone came to check how dilated I was. It'd been 2 hours since arriving at the hospital. They finally asked if I was positive for group B strep (I was) and got mad that I hadn't said anything. Sorry that wasn't in the list of annoying questions to ask a laboring woman. I waited another 45 minutes to be put into a L&D room.

 

I had wanted to try for a natural birth, but contractions kind of sucked so I asked for an epidural. After waiting another 45 minutes for the IV fluids to go through and waiting for the anesthesiologist, I got poked multiple times while they re-inserted it twice. But then the relief!! I could finally relax. Mom and Dan took turns getting breakfast downstairs. My nurses changed and the covering MD for my OB practice came in to check me. I was an 8, she thought I would be a couple more hours.  But then, I started to feel the contractions again. I kept hitting the button, but they kept getting worse and the screen on the machine read "error." The nurse paged the anesthesiologist, but it was shift change and it would take a while. I was scared. I didn't think I would have to feel it any more. I'd happily checked out on the natural birth thing. I started to feel like I needed to push, but it had only been a half hour since the MD checked me.

She checked me again and said I was fully dilated. The anesthesiologist walked in to "top her off" but the MD waved her away saying I was ready to push. That's when I got really scared. I had to choose to create more pain when I felt like I could barely handle the pain of the contractions. My body wanted me to push but I didn't want to. I didn't handle it well. I was scared, didn't want to do it, and didn't think I could do it. But 20 minutes later and with lots of yelling (from me), she was here.  

Marjorie Lyn Thomson, born April 21, 2013 at 8:41am. 6 lbs, 14 oz, 19 & 7/8 in long. 

She was perfect.