Babies

Lately I've been crashing as soon as Mabel finishes her last feeding. Like, literally before the next minute has passed. It doesn't matter if I've changed into my pajamas, or washed my face, or brushed my teeth- I am out, until about midnight when I have to get up and take care of those things. I just can't sleep if I haven't taken my contacts out. Well, I was having a hard time getting back to sleep this early morning, and I kept thinking about how I haven't written enough about Claire or Mabel, so that is what I'm here to do.

Have I already said this? I didn't know it was actually going to be fun to have two babies! I'm surprised that thought hadn't occurred to me. It's definitely a challenge- don't get me wrong. I'm totally exhausted, but it's so much fun to have two babies at such cute stages!



Mabel is a pretty perfect baby. She sleeps as well as Franny did as an infant- she's 12 weeks old now and sleeping 8 hours at night consistently- and she's just as mellow as Sophie and Claire were during the day. She started cooing a few weeks ago and started with the social smiles. That is the sweetest sound. I've even heard her try to laugh a few times. It just goes so fast! I don't remember it going this fast with Franny. It seems like with each subsequent child, the infancy stage flies by more and more quickly. I'm going to miss all this since this is likely our last baby.



Claire is such a wild and crazy little sweetheart. She constantly has me on my toes, but says and does the most adorable things that it's sometimes hard to remember the things that drive me crazy about her (like pulling all the books off the shelf just for the fun of it, coloring on my books, emptying a basket of folded clothes, etc.). She loves Mabel. Once I heard her call her "baby Maby." She's pretty protective. I usually put Claire in the car first when we go anywhere, because she's sort of a flight risk, but sometimes she screams "baby! BABY!" as if she thinks I'm leaving the baby behind or I'm going to forget her (the second might actually be a valid concern- it is unsettling how often I check the rearview mirror to make sure I remembered to pack Mabel int he car.) Claire does not like it when I let someone else hold Mabel. She screams and screams like maybe they're going to take Mabel away from us. I think that's sweet. When she tells Franny sorry or thank you, she says, "Ke ke (thank you), Mommy Fra-ye!" Same with Sophie, but she calls her "Fo-fof." I sometimes wonder if she feels like she has three mommies. Franny can sometimes drive her nuts, and vice versa. Franny can't stand to see the rules broken, and most 22-month-olds have a hard time keeping all the rules. When we're loading up the car, Claire will already be buckled in and Franny has to pass her bucket seat to get the back. Lately I've been hearing Claire yell at Franny: "Go de oyer way!" (Go the other way.) Franny gets right up in her face and yells back, "NO!" Sheesh. Claire's favorite songs are "The Popcorn Song" and "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider." I love to see her face when we sing those to her- she focuses on our mouths like she's trying to memorize the words and she does one or two of the actions way early and just holds her hands there until we get there in the song, like "smell so sweet" or "out came the sun." But lately she's into "Jesus wants me for a sunbeam." I love when she sings that! She'll ask me to sing it five times in a row and the way she asks me is she sings, "Uh-be! Jesus da da ub-be! please?" She's counting a little. She likes to pick certain ranges of numbers between 1 and 10 and tends to focus on those for a while. Right now she's saying, "Five, six, eight, nine, ten!" Which is unfortunate because the way she says seven is so cute (sebby.) She also loves when we sing the ABC's and she's even trying to sing them herself. It sounds like this: "ABCDE ah G". She's always twice as loud as any situation requires. Especially at church during sacrament. A few weeks ago after the sacrament was passed and she took the water, she said, "YEAH! Wooo!!! I did it!" And it was very loud. One of my favorite thing she says is, "No touch it." Usually we're talking about scissors, or the space heater, or the rocks outside my gym. Today when we were leaving the gym she said, "No touch it. da rocks."

Every once in a while she just decides she wants a hug from everyone in the room. Sometimes it's a kiss. Sometimes if Bobby and I are laying down on the couch she'll just come over and kiss us on the forehead. If Bobby and I ever have to reprimand her harshly (sometimes she hits mabel!), then she hangs her head down and covers her eyes with her fingers! It breaks my heart.

She calls all women besides me "nono." The girls call Bobby's mom Nona and Claire was calling her this when she was here to help when Mabel was born. I was so glad to hear her calling Nona by the right name! But then a few weeks later we were at Walmart and we passed an older lady who looks nothing like my mother-in-law. Claire said, "Hi Nono." I didn't tell Louise this because I was hoping it was just a fluke and she would revert to only calling her grandmother by this name. Then two minutes later we almost hit another lady's cart with our's and Claire said, "Sorry baby Nono." Ever since then she's been calling every woman besides me Nono.

She says "bleshee" whenever one of sneezes, coughs, or burps. This morning she coughed and noone said anything so she said, "Bleshee baby!"


She carries one of those stuffed animal/blanket things around with her all the time and we call it her woobzy. She loves it! She keeps it up by her face when she sleeps and sucks her thumb. She is so attached and I admit, so am I. I'm a mess every time we misplace it. Once we left it at my friend Jill's when we stopped by her house in Kansas City. I had to ask her to mail it to us! And she did the next morning- such a good friend. I was so angry with myself! We realized it we didn't have it when Claire was in the back chanting, "woozy woozy woozy." She was actually more chill about it's absence then I was. I was so excited when it came in the mail and I let her pull it out of the package and turned the video camera on and everything. I was kind of disappointed when she wasn't more excited, but then a few minutes later I saw her sucking her thumb and resting her head on the woobzy tucked on her shoulder. Then she raised it up with both hands, looked at it and said, "Hi baby." It was so sweet.

Ah, there's so much more... but I'm going to try and get some more sleep now. Sleeping is one of my favorite things to do right now!

Mabel

Mabel Marianne Fields
11/11/11
7 lbs. 9 oz., 21 inches

She's here! She's been here for a little over four weeks and we are in love. What a sweet little baby. She's still in that "bear cub" stage where she makes little animal noises and her little body is always curled up. (Bear cub because of all the dark hair.) She also makes this little Cosby face where her eyes are wide open and she looks up and to the side and purses her lips. It's my favorite thing! I have to describe it here since I probably won't be able to get a picture. I kind of miss the days when I could just sit home and stare at my newborn baby all day... waiting to catch moments like that on film. But then of course during those days I only had six weeks at home with Franny before I had to go back to working full time, and that was no fun.

(here's sort of an example of the cosby face I'm referring to. The forehead wrinkles are relevant to the comparison as well. :)

Anyway, back to Mabel! I guess I should write a little about the day she was born. The doctor noticed a few weeks prior to her birth that she was breech and that a repeat c-section might be necessary. I hoped and prayed that she would flip, but it didn't happen. My one consolation was that the c-section would be scheduled on 11/11/11 and my kid would have the best birth ever. I called my wonderful mother-in-law Louise and asked if she could come a week earlier. She did. She spent nearly two weeks taking care of us here and it was so hard to see her go! It was also really nice to leave my girls in such capable and loving hands the morning Mabel was born. Bobby drove me to the hospital that morning and did my pre-op evaluation. A few of his co-workers stopped in to say hi and give us well wishes or help prepare me for surgery. I spent a few weeks feeling really nervous about being cut open again, but then about a week beforehand, when I knew for sure that I would have a c-section, I started to feel much calmer about it. So it was kind of surprised to see Bobby a little nervous. Bobby is usually the one tempering MY anxiety. But like I said, he was just a little nervous. I think his friends at work were a little surprised to see him so serious. I thought it was cute that he was worried about me.

I love the people Bobby works with. They are all so nice and funny and great at what they do. I'm just so sad so many of them have had to see me naked.

From here on it was pretty much the same as last time, only this time it was scheduled of course and I knew what I was getting into. Bobby was right there next to me holding my hand right up until the baby was out. It actually was really nice to spend some time with him because he had a really busy week at work and we'd barely seen him! The weird thing about c-sections is you don't have to anything. You just lay there, totally numb, and wait while the OB and the nurses do all the work. So I laid there, waiting to hear something, from the doctor, from the nurses, the anesthesiologists, or Mabel herself. And then it came: someone's intake of breath and then the "oh there she is!" and Bobby standing up with the camera with a big smile on his face, and then the best sound in the whole world- my baby's first cry! And then I watched them walk quickly by with her to start cleaning her up. I was twisting my neck as far as I possibly could trying to get a good look. Her face was all mashed up and her head was totally lopsided because apparently she stretched part of the uterus with her head and carved herself a tight little spot. I got to kind of hold her long enough to take a picture and then she was off for her first bath. One of the worst things about a c-section is how long you have to wait before they bring you your baby. Actually that first day was not my favorite- I felt much better the day after. I wasn't very good about remembering to use the morphine pump and I had a really hard time getting on top of the pain after that. And also, I could hardly keep any food down that first day. Which is very typical for me after I've had anesthesia. I had the best nurses- I have always had the best OB nurses, actually. Mabel fussed a lot that first day. It worried me a little, but she's been sweet and calm ever since. Bobby stayed with me that evening and held the baby a lot while I slept. I was so out of it. I wanted to stay up so we could hang out and talk and look at the baby together. But I knew I needed the sleep.

The girls came for a visit with Nona and Bobby in the late afternoon. I hardly remember anything but the sweet looks on their faces and trying to get Claire from jumping on my incision. It was great to see Claire so happy and excited. It was very hard to leave her for so long. She was only nineteen months when Mabel was born and I didn't know how she'd respond when I was gone for a few days. It's not like I could really prepare her for what was coming. But she did fine while I was gone and has been fine ever since.

I love the hospital experience and I'm sad that this was probably my last time! But Sunday afternoon I was ready to come home and be with the family. The house was spotless when I got home and as I said before, Louise took care of just about everything- lunches, cooking, housework, dinner, shopping, laundry- so that I could take naps and take care of Mabel. She is amazing.

Some other things we love about Mabel- the hair! I was kind of hoping we'd have another one with lots of dark hair. One of her features that we love is her forehead wrinkles! She got them from her Mommy. She has about 4 or 5 wrinkles every time she raises her eyebrows. It's adorable. I don't know how much she weighs, but she seems HUGE relative to how she started out. It's rewarding to watch her little cheeks and belly round out after all the many hours I've spent nursing her. She is a pretty decent sleeper, as long as I don't eat too much chocolate or ANY hummus at all. She's not consistently in any pattern at all yet- I wouldn't expect her to be at 5 weeks- but sometimes she'll sleep as long as 5 1/2 hours in a row at night in her own bed which I really appreciate, though I don't mind pulling her into bed and tucking her under my arm for a few hours every now and then. It's just so sweet to be so close to a sleeping infant. I can't resist sometimes. I'm on the verge of tears now just thinking that this is likely the last time I'll get to do this with one of my own children. Although it does feel nice to think of our family as complete for now. Everyone's here.