So Nicholas turned 4 months and we hooked up the swing for him. I am not sure if he is sold on it, but Nora sure did love pushing him!
As for the big man...well he is 16 lbs, 8.5 oz and 25.5 inches. The 75-90th percentiles in both areas. Not too shabby! He completely amazes me. He's been rolling over, both ways, for a month or more now, sings the best songs and will chew you out in a second if you aren't paying enough attention to him! And mostly...well...he completes this family.
Labor Day was one of the first beautiful days in forever. So what is a family to do. Well go to the zoo of course!! Nicholas loved being outside all day and Nora just loved showing her brother the zoo! I loved baby Jenny, the newest addition to the zoo. Just the cutest little giraffe ever, especially when she was sticking her tongue out at us! Great day.
Those babies sure know how to pull on your heart strings. My Nora, hardly ever sick, some snotty noses and coughs but rarely any puke bugs. Well, on Monday I got that dreaded call from daycare. "Nora just threw up, you'll need to come get her." Ugh. I am so not a good puke Mommy. Daddy isn't answering his phone so I'm off. After picking her up we were certain it was a 24 hour bug. A visit to the bathroom and I pat her back and tell her it is okay (all along trying not to gag myself and fearing that I will catch whatever it is she has). Then her temp began to rise. Poor little baby...as big as she is, the minute she gets sick she becomes my little baby girl again. That my friends is the ONLY benefit to having a sick baby...snuggles. Her big brown eyes just looking up at me, wondering why I cannot fix it, why I cannot make it go away. Then, while still in the bathroom after one of her bad spells, she says, "Mommy, I'm having a very bad day." Yes baby, you are.
It is terrible feeling so helpless. And so my mind wanders. This is just a puke bug (which ended up being strep), how do mommies and daddies do it when their babies have bigger sickies. It just crushes me thinking that. I am so lucky and blessed to have not one, but two healthy babies. I then realize that I can handle a trip or two to the bathroom and it is OK if I catch what they have. I guess it is just one of those rights of passage into mommyhood because over everything you need to remember those cuddles do help our babies start feeling a little better.
Long ago (okay...3 or so years) Nora became fast friends with a young lady named Ruby. Since they have remained best friends. A few short months ago these two young ladies introduced their new brothers to each other with the hopes they would soon become fast friends and future BFFs. So far it is looking pretty good!
Nicholas and CJ having one of many conversations soon to come!
Yes, welcome indeed little-big man. Looking at you for the first time was like looking at your sister when she was born. You have many similarities. Those lips are the first thing I noticed. Same pucker and pout as big sis and every bit as kissable!
Of course you do have some very distinguishing features. Especially the large heart shaped birthmark on your forehead. You also have some on your eyes, back and stomach. Don't worry, the doctor said they will all fade in a couple months and not be at all visible in a year. So expect we will be taking some pictures of those while you have them because, let's face it, how many little boys have a big ole heart on the middle of their head??!!
Nicholas George Marquez May 25, 2011 7:32pm 9 pounds, 7 ounces 20 7/8 inches Cute as hell!
PS - We are not completely sure of the deep hidden meaning of Bird Queen. The only thing we do know is this is what your sister has called you. One day you'll have to ask her.
On Wednesday, May 25 we welcomed the newest member of our family...baby Nicholas. It was quite the day. I cannot really say eventful since most of it was just sitting around waiting for his arrival...but interesting it was...at least for me.
I was huge. For months I was asked if I was having multiples or if the doctor thought we were really having such a big baby. I was so frustrated. When the doctor mentioned induction, I jumped at the chance to have this boy a week or even a day early. A day it ended up being. Finally, I was going to evict Nicholas on May 25, exactly one day prior to his long awaited due date. Ironically, Nora was also born one day before her due date...I must have a thing for that.
May 25th arrived and we headed off to the hospital early in the morning. I was quickly having contractions thanks to the pitocin cocktail they gave me. Well, the adventure starts. This kid was not liking the idea of being forced to come out. During each contraction his heart rate would drop significantly. The concern was that he was laying on his umbilical cord and breaking his bag of water was putting too much pressure on him. So we slow things down and re-pumped my body full of saline. This worked. He started tolerating the contractions much better, although still not perfectly. We moved forward. I quickly responded to the medicine at this point and dilated to a 9 somewhere around 1pm. Here we go, not too bad of a day, I can do this.
What I did not know is that he refused to drop. So my body was ready but Nicholas was playing by his rules. So once again, they slowed my labor with the hopes the contractions I was having would naturally push him down. So there I sat...again...for hours.
Somewhere in between the "9" and starting to push, his heart rate continued to drop here and there. Although they tried to hide it, there were a couple times the nurses and residents would rush into the room only to play the old "something must have been up with the computer" trick.
Still I wanted to try this the "old fashion way" and push this kid through my vagina. The doctor showed up and agreed to let me push. This was about 6pm. I was already exhausted from laying in bed since the wee early hours of the morning and Nicholas had refused to do any of this on his own (is this foreshadowing anything).
30-45 minutes of pushing...fail. Baby turned from "sunny side up" position 3 times...fail. Baby predicted to be the size of a small whale (this is true, my last sonogram averaged him at 9lbs, 12oz)...fail. Doc said it was time to consider a c-section...fail.
Honestly, I was all that upset about the c-section...I was tired and ready for this production to be over. I was; however, completely freaking out about the thought of surgery...this was a first for me. And of all the times to have a first, this would result in the work of taking care of a small person and being cut open. YIKES.
Okay...my first experience in the operating room was a trip. Did you know they actually do a "roll call"? I kind of felt like I was on candid camera. The room was bright and white and buzzing with people. With all the drugs it was a little like an out of body experience...my eyes were wide open but my mind and body were somewhere else completely. I tried my best to focus on why I was there (baby Nicholas) but sometimes all I could focus on was why I was there (cutting me from one side of my uterus to the next). After some tugging and pulling, Nicholas entered the world at 7:32pm...I know this only for the picture of the clock I forced George to take. I start hearing conversations about something like layers of stitches and staple guns. I was out...fade to black.
Next thing I remember is being asked if I wanted to feed my new baby while in the recovery room. Well, scared I would miss out on something I agreed to it. Needless to say I could not keep my eyes open and was not really sure I could even hold a feather in my hand much less a squirmy hungry baby, but I nursed that baby for the first time. Thank you God for not letting me drop my precious baby onto the floor within minutes of his birth.
The best part of the whole evening finally came at about 9:30pm. The first meeting of Nora and her little brother, Nicholas. Needless to say it was love at first sight!!!!
What a day. I am sure I am missing details but as they say...this is a long story short (well it is really a long story long...but I digress).
Only about 2 1/2 weeks before the new little man arrives...er...well at least I hope it isn't any longer than that.
And before you ask...yes...there is ONLY one in there. No he hasn't dropped...he's rested comfortably this low the entire pregnancy. Don't you think I know I look ready (aka miserable)...trust me when I say you don't have to remind me.
Those are just a few of the answers I want to start wearing on my belly. I really love people. Yes...there is just a hint of sarcasm there! Ha.
the darndest things! Seriously the funniest thing happened to me this morning. I guess I should preface this by saying it is only funny because it was a bunch of 4 year-olds, otherwise, I just might have had a heart attach.
So dropped Nora off at daycare today...lately this has been a daddy thing so I haven't been around "school" in awhile. As we are getting Nora situated, one of her friends (from her bday party circle) came up to me and announced "Wow, your belly is really big!"
Normally (as you can see from my prior post) I would have been mortified. However, I could do nothing but get a big ole smile on my face and simply reply "well that is because there is a baby in there."
You should have seen her face light up. Immediately she started rubbing and patty my belly and then of course big sister Nora started doing the same explaining that it was her baby brother in there (sorry for any spoiler). This little girl was in awe. And before I knew it there was about 20 little girl hands all over my belly (yes, it was pretty much ONLY the girls, the boys definitely kept their distance...ha)! I think you could call me the class room show and tell this morning! It was pretty awesome!
as in the end of May. Please put your eyes back into you head. NO, I'm not having twins...I'm sure. These are the answers to the questions I get ALL the time. This kid literally popped out from about month 4. I cannot suck it in...I've tried. Please be kind.
This is from Dec or Jan (edit it was mid-late Jan)...cannot remember for sure.
This is today...I do remember that since it was today.
This kid in my belly is making me lose my mind. I've forgotten my purse at a couple places, I've tried to throw down with multiple people in cars that are idiots, I'm always hungry or peeing...if you need to find me look in the kitchen or bathroom...if you need to find my kid or husband I may not be able to help you as I might have forgotten them somewhere on my way to the bathroom or kitchen.
Christmas...no pictures. Completely forgot to charge my quickly dying camera battery. That isn't supposed to happen...she's only 3...I cannot believe I missed it. Least I got that one measly cell phone picture and one flip video. Hopefully, my first born will forgive me one day!
First born...hmmm...leads me to second child. Boy or girl. To tell or not to tell...that is the question. For today's five year old moment mommy moment, I guess that is one question "for me to know and for you to find out". Hahaha. Maybe I'll play a little nicer when or if my daddy dearest finds out...by us slipping or him just giving up the fight. Somehow I think it will be the former before the later!
The latest baby#2 photo...this is looking at the face...on the right of the picture you can see forehead, eye sockets and nose bones.