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The Immaculate Receptacle

Yes, I'm talking about the Diaper Genie II we have. A whole blog post to talk about a poop holder? In essence, again, yes. If you're not a parent, then you probably aren't sure what a Diaper Genie is, but you've probably inferred by now.

Beep beep beep: this just in. Diapers are stink. Not stinky; they are the definition of putrid and where the smell that gets in your throat comes from.  I have been blessed with a beautiful family and new baby girl (obviously mother's looks).  But damn. She's only eating/drinking milk! And if it wasn't for that little white container that seals the lid from the flames of seedy nostril poison, this would be tough.

Nicole and I have a bit of a routine, and it works out pretty well. At night we take turns getting up and feeding/changing Faith (except last night I cheated and got five consecutive hours of sleep - amazing I know). Not only do we have to run downstairs to the aforementioned receptacle in the middle of the night, but by the time we make it back upstairs, Faith has blessed us again.

I think I have this down (non-parents beware): first she poops, smiles, and fusses. Then, we head to the changing table. I let her sit for a couple of minutes, because sometimes she surprises us. Next, I change her and place the A-bomb in the container (which should have a toxic symbol-logo-thing on it) and turn back just in time to see more fun. I change her again, cleaning the changing table appropriately. *Quick side-note: this is totally the story I will tell at her wedding in 30 years :-)

Wouldn't you know it - I had to pause here for a diaper.

To finish my (already long) story: it's not uncommon for Nicole and I to go through three diapers in one changing. And because of this, we have learned to let her sit for a solid (pun somewhat intended) five minutes (and no it's not mean or wrong) after she smiles coyly waiting for her moment to squirm.

Baby and Mom are doing great. Pictures are still flowing on Facebook, and Dad is slowing learning the intricacies that is the bull-ride of parenting. I mean, come on, you only get eight seconds or you're in a lot of sh*t.


Like Father, Like Daughter

My baby is a daddy's girl. I know this because she looks exactly like him when she sleeps and when she wakes up, the resemblance is even more noticeable. They both stretch their arms out the same way and make an eerily similar grunting noise as they try to awake from their slumber. Also, she is a sound sleeper just like her daddy. We still have to wake her for almost every feeding. She'd rather sleep than eat, which makes me wonder if they didn't send the wrong baby home with us as her mother never misses a meal. If she didn't have my eyes I might wonder ;) While I of course want her to be my mini me, I am really happy that she is a spitting image of her dad. What a dad he is! Rob doesn't shy away from a dirty (see explosive) diaper, he prepares my pumping materials, cooks breakfast, feeds her a bottle circa 2:30 a.m., talks baby talk to Faith, sings to her, washes her hair during baths and just marvels at her in general. I couldn't ask for more in a baby daddy and neither could Faith.
Here's a pic of my two favorite people:

and if that didn't make you smile (something's seriously wrong w/ you)....than this will.
a very distinguished looking howard t. dog!

highlights from Faith's first week in the world

I'm a bad news first kind of person, so unfortunately I have to start this post off with a lowlight. Monday, June 28 was not a good day for the Lindquist family. Faith didn't have any wet diapers from 1 a.m. to almost 6 p.m. On top of that, I became engorged. In short, it was miserable for both of us and scary for her Daddy and me. We called the pediatrician who told us to come in for an emergency appointment. She thought Faith might have jaundice. When we got there, I was on the verge of tears to begin with. A woman in the waiting room asked how old Faith was...that was all it took to send me over the edge and I burst out..."4 days" through tears. Most people would've stopped there, but this woman had the heart to continue talking to me. She asked why we were there and I told her, while still blubbering, that nursing wasn't going well. She was so sincere when she responded, "no one tells you how hard it's going to be." I continued to cry. She told me about a support group in Omaha and then said she wished she could give me a hug. Now I had her on the verge of tears. Right then, her nurse came back to take her and her kids to their room, but not before consoling me, offering me some tissues and reassuring me that Faith would be next. It made me feel so good that Faith was in such good hands. Because our pediatrician was not working that day, we saw another doctor/angel who came into our lives that day, Dr. Kratochvil. She informed us that Faith had lost about 9 ounces since she left the hospital on Saturday and that it was possible, depending on her electrolyte levels, that she would need to be admitted to the hospital and administered an IV to restore her fluids. She immediately gave us some formula to give Faith by syringe. We decided to go home and await our test results, but on the way stopped and bought a top of the line breastpump, which is probably the best decision I've ever made...right up there with Mr. Epidural. We didn't have to wait long for the nurse to call us with the good news - Faith didn't need to go to the hospital, but we needed to feed her every two hours to restore her fluids. We returned to the doctor the next day and Faith had regained 7 of the 9 ounces she lost. At our follow up appointment on Friday, she was up to 6 pounds, 13 ounces. We go back to the doctor on Thursday and hope she is back up to her birth weight, 7 pounds, 1 ounce. So despite the fact this was a lowlight, it's turning into a highlight since she is doing so well. Go Faith :) I save the best part of this story for last. While we were waiting for the doctor, one of the nurses stepped in our room and gave us a note from the woman in the waiting room, Amy. It had the information for the breastfeeding support group and the second page read:

"Being a parent is really hard. Trust me, it gets easier. Good luck and God Bless." By now you probably guessed it made me cry, but even Rob had to hold back tears.

Faith appeared on Birthdays on the 7s on Wednesday, June 30. Though it was only 6 days after her birthday, Thursday was full, so she was the star of the show on Wednesday. Nichole Berlie even mentioned that I work at Munroe-Meyer so it was a media hit for UNMC. :) Rob described her as the perfect blessing and that's what they said about her on the air. We'll keep that in mind when she's a teenager.

On Friday, Faith had her first outing to my favorite place, Target. She slept the entire time. I'm glad, since she probably would've wanted something from the Dollar Spot if she was awake. Mommy and Daddy already have enough problems with impulse buys at that store, we don't need Faith adding to that problem!

Later that night, my sister came over with her fancy schmancy camera to take pictures of Faith. I mentioned I was still contemplating having those expensive newborn pictures taken but was hesitant because the prints cost so much. My sister had just fed Faith a bottle and she seemed to be out like a light. Rachel suggested we try doing the newborn shots ourselves, so we covered the couch with a beige blanket and began positioning her arms and legs. She didn't flinch. We looked up some poses on websites, grabbed some props and turned my daughter into a contortionist. Rob kept saying she was probably going to poop all over the blanket. Faith proved him wrong near the end of our photo session when she peed all over. :) Overall, it was a success. Here are some of the shots...great job aunt Rachel! Fun times!

On Saturday, we (yes, the whole family) marked a major milestone as Faith spent her first night in the crib. She did great and I was so tired, I didn't wake up to every coo, despite the monitor jacked up to the max. She slept 3 full hours, and probably would've slept more, but we're still waking her up every 2 hours during the day and 3 at night until she regains the weight she lost. These large chunks of sleep make for a happy mommy and daddy. So far, we've had three good nights. Here's to four!

This past week also marked several playdates for Faith. She got to see her cousin Cameryn, who is 10 days her senior.

She also met her second cousin (I think) Brayden, though they got off to a rough start. Brayden walked in the door and immediately began bawling. We think Howie startled him, but after about an hour he finally took a mild interest in the baby in the room and gave her a hug by cocking his head to the side and smiling about a foot away from her. Whatever works!

Next cousin Kylee and mom Ashlie stopped by to visit. Kylee also was not that interested in Faith, but I'm sure they will become fast friends very soon!

Last but not least, Faith had her first date. Some dad's want their daughters to wait until the age of 16 to ...Rob is a pushover and lasted less than two weeks. Liam and Faith sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Haha, not quite, but they did share a boppy for a couple minutes. Who says arranged marriages can't work out?!

My little Daddy's girl is loving her room...especially these letters her honorable aunt Summer made...just wanted to show them off again...til next time.

Faith's birthday!

So a pregnant girl walks into a bar...stop me if you've heard this one. I'm kidding. Sort of. This is not a joke, but the beginning of the birth story of Faith Janna Lindquist, our baby girl born on Thursday, June 24, 2010. Warning: somewhat graphic descriptions and one long blog post ahead!

After Rob's softball game on the night of June 23, I was tired and ready to go home. That's what 40 weeks and 4 days of pregnancy will do to you. But given the victory, he somehow convinced me to go to Boondockers and celebrate with the team. We had fun and left around 11:30 even though we'd gone to bed at 10 p.m. every night that week to get rest in case the baby decided to arrive the next day. I was also waking up early every day to put on makeup and do my hair in the event I went into labor. So much for our plans...

At about 2:30 a.m. I awoke and felt some dampness down there if you get my drift. I thought it might just be what the pregnancy books refer to as the mucous plug which, when you lose it, just means that labor could be days or weeks away. I put on fresh underoos and went back to bed only to wake up an hour later to feel more of the same down there. I woke up Rob to see what he thought I should do. He convinced me to call the nurse line and ask them what I should do. I never felt a gush of fluid, but thought maybe my water broke. The nurse said to go ahead and come on in to Labor and Delivery. One of my worst fears was to be sent home from the hospital for false labor and I expressed this to the nurse. She told me my other option was to wait until the clinic opened the next day and come in for a checkup. I chose the latter. In hindsight it was a good decision as I was able to get 4 hours of rest before I made the phone call.

I called at 8, before I showered and put on any makeup. My nurse, Toshana, asked how soon we could be there and I told her 20 minutes. Then I went into a mild panic mode, straightening up the house and double checking our hospital bag since it might be the last time we left our house as just a couple.

At this point, I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I was leaning toward being sent home after my checkup. When Dr. Carlson checked me, she said there was definitely a lot of fluid down there and then I felt the gush everyone talks about. I'll never forget Dr. Carlson's next words: "We're going to have a baby today!" Instant tears. Instant nervousness. Instant fear of the unknown. Rob, who had somehow managed a shower before we left, was just happy.

Because my membranes ruptured before regular contractions, I needed Pitocin ASAP. This means I needed an IV asap. After being stuck four times, the 5th was a charm and the Pitocin started coursing through my veins, but not before I ate my last supper, a Special K meal replacement bar. I also got hooked up to a baby heart rate and contraction monitor. It was such a relief to hear those galloping horses, aka baby's heartrate. I was finally able to relax.

At about 10 o'clock, I disconnected my monitors to use the restroom, potentially for the last time if I received the epidural, and when I got back, I laid down on my left side as everything I read throughout pregnancy noted was the best position for baby. Soon we heard lots of beeping, which we thought was my blood pressure monitor. The nurses informed us baby's heartrate had decelerated. They propped me on my right side, which made for a happy little girl.

Even though I was only dilated to barely 3 cm, the contractions started to become uncomfortable. Rob enjoyed watching the monitor and telling me when I was due for another one...not recommended!  For some reason, I was hoping to wait until at least 4-5, maybe 7 cms to get the epidural...to see if I could handle the pain I guess, but with c-sections scheduled throughout the day, I needed to make my decision and quickly. I choose the pain meds, and it is a decision I will never, ever regret. The relief was fairly instantaneous, and the needle - not that scary. Starting at 11 a.m., I was able to relax and hold conversations with my visitors throughout the day. My sisters, bearing flowers,

and stepmom came to visit me in the early afternoon, as did my mom. They left in between my "checks" and I progressed nicely, from 4-5 to 7 by 5 p.m. Docs weren't sure if the baby would wait until after midnight to make her appearance, but I had my heart set on Thursday at this point (25 o 6 2-4, right mom...whatever that means).

The afternoon and early evening is kind of a blur, but I remember thinking how quickly time was passing. Then I started to feel contractions again. I hit the blue button (hesitantly) a couple of times to boost the pain meds, but I think that thing is a placebo. It didn't seem to work and I didn't want to push it too many times for fear I wouldn't be able to push my baby out when the time came. Rob was a lifesaver during the contractions. He just kept calmly telling me to think about breathing and not the pain. I must have said the words "I'm hungry," 234 times in between the hours of 8-10. The 10 hours of not eating was tough. Soon it was about 10:30 and I was due for another check...full dilation, holy crap.

Now Rob wasn't planning to hold a leg or coach me through it. We just wanted to get the advice of the professionals and heed their words. Well, Rob was instructed to grab a leg for a practice push and didn't hesitate to do so. Unfortunately, he got the right leg, which was complete dead weight since I was lying on my right side since noon. I don't like to brag, but after my first push, they told me to stop and immediately paged Dr. Carlson to my room. They wanted me to labor for 10 more minutes so she wouldn't miss the delivery. Soon the room transformed. Things came out of the ceiling and more people piled in. Once everyone was in place, I began pushing with every contraction. Rob was the one who pushed me to push the most. Everyone was so encouraging though. I'm not sure exactly how long I pushed but it wasn't more than 15 to 20 minutes and it didn't really hurt at all thanks to my new bff, the epidural. Rob even watched her come into the world, something he definitely didn't plan on and when I asked he what it was like, he simply replied, "amazing."

Once her head was out, doctors told me to push as hard as I could. We later learned why: her cord was wrapped around her neck AND her body, tightly, unfortunately. Once they unwound the cord, they placed her on my chest. I felt her little arm and it was right then and there in that moment I realized Rob and I created a life together and there is absolutely nothing in this whole world more gratifying than that. The nurses whisked her away to check her vitals; thank God, she pinked right up and started crying. Music to my ears. Dr. Carlson and Dr. Huff were stitching me up down there (another point for Mr. Epidural) but I wasn't paying attention. I was staring at my baby's chest moving up and down and thanking God for a healthy little girl. 7 pounds 1 ounce, 20 and 1/2 inches long and perfect in the eyes of her mom and dad.

Dr. Carlson asked us if we wanted to see the placenta and when we both declined, she poo poo'ed us and showed us anyway. This was where my baby had taken up residence in the past 9 months and how she got her nourishment. It was pretty cool.

We decided to attempt to breastfeed before our visitors could see her and it went well. In case anyone is contemplating nursing, I would highly recommend it as it's the best bonding experience one could ask for. I got to stare down at my daughter and figure out who she looked like. I decided neither of us, just a beautiful little girl.

Rob went to spread the good news to our family members in the waiting room, where he told them the name we'd been withholding for the past nine months.

Faith Janna Lindquist. I know my sisters were worried she'd look a little funky after coming out of the womb, and I had prepared myself for it, but she didn't look weird at all. She looked adorable and everyone loved her instantly.

After everyone cleared out, it was time for the nurse to give the baby her first bath. She screamed through the entire thing.

I was too busy chowing down on the pancakes I'd ordered from room service. They tasted like the Hungry Jack made them himself. Mmmmm.

By this time it was almost one o'clock in the morning and I was exhausted, as was Faith, and Rob was even  looking forward to the couch/chair from hell at this point. A few more vitals checks and we were left alone with our baby for the first time. I told Rob we make beautiful babies and that I loved him. I told Faith I love her too and kissed her. It's completely true what they say, it's different when they are your own. Before I even met my baby, I knew I would go to the end of the Earth for her. After meeting her, I would go there a million times if it meant keeping her safe and happy. That's all that matters. She's only one week old and already she's left footprints on our hearts.

Faith Janna Lindquist, I love you baby girl.
Love, Mom

p.s. I love my new title :)