That is all I have to say to get a smile from you. A warm, ear to ear, gummy, sweet smile that reaches deep within in me and shoots up an "AWWWWWWWWWWWW" sound that I don't even realize I'm making. I must say it a lot though because your brother can't stop saying it either. We can't help it. You are beautiful. You are amazing. There was a time I couldnt imagine having 2 children and now I cant imagine living my life without you. Your head smells like heaven, earth, God, life, and a little like sour milk ;p Your skin is so soft and i love to put your cheek next to mine and just soak in all in. I have my girl. I HAVE MY GIRL. I've said this a thousand times but I have wanted you my whole life. You are more than I could have ever imagined. MMMmmm you ARE love.
ANd speaking of love I want you to know that your daddy and I love each other very very much. We will do our best to be role models for you. As a couple, as a woman and man, and as a team. This weekend after a long exciting day out with friends, your dad and I looked back in the rear view mirror and saw two beautiful children sleeping. I reached for his hand and smiled. "We make a good team," your dad said. "We do," I agreed. We got this, Molly. You will always have a strong team that will support and love you no matter what.
love, mom
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
8 weeks!
You are a very happy little girl! You smile and coo all the time now and you know what is my favorite? I love to look down at you while you are nursing and find you searching for my face. As I look into that sweet face your eyes light up and I see the side of your mouth curl into a smile. You stop nursing and simply smile and stare into my soul. I feel like you are trying to speak to me telepathically. I imagine you are saying I LOVE YOU and YOU ARE THE BEST and I WILL TRY TO SLEEP LONGER THAN 2 HOURS TONIGHT. Well maybe the last one I just hope for ;p You are changing every day and I look forward to the new faces you'll make and the new sounds I'll hear. You truly enrish my life.
Your Valentine's Day was full of love and cuddles...not very different than any other day but you had a mini photoshott with your brother and wore a new outfit. I hope you like the pictures.
We are working on getting you to take a bottle. You hate it. The rubber seems to make you mad! Pacifiers are terrible too. You choke/gag/push that thing out of your mouth so fast that the lingering milk that rested in your mouth after you bit the nipple is an after thought.
You just want your mom and there is NOTHING wrong with that.
i love you
mama
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
6 weeks
I'm trying to fillin the blanks since your birthday. Here are some thoughts from your Grandma Beth:
FROM AN EMAIL TO HER FRIEND
We've had a lot of "busy" lately--what with Christmas activities and, oh yes, Jennifer having a baby!
She has given me quite an education in birthing babies--albeit a bit late. (E.G., I didn't know that jumping on a trampoline while having contractions is a good way to move labor along.) Getting up early the next morning to bake brownies seems to help too. The aroma from the kitchen got me up early. I was giving Owen his breakfast when Jen's mucous plug came "unplugged," and her water broke. When I left Owen to help Jen, he began choking on his cereal. The soggy Crispix dislodged after some frantic rescuing by his mother. Owen resumed eating, and Jen returned to her contractions.
The next 29 hours are a bit of a blur. The doula, hired to help Jennifer get through the VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Caesarean), arrived about 4 in the afternoon. She, Jen and Joe walked the mall several hours. When contractions were 4 minutes apart, Jen called. Through her, "Ouw! Ouw! Ouw!s," I heard her say they were going to the hospital.
The next hours were the hardest as we went through labor and delivery. Molly was born at 3:19 p.m., Dec. 29, 2010. Because of her size (9 lbs.) and her positioning, she was finally taken by Caesarean.
I don't know what drugs Jennifer got, but I had none. Having a baby is one thing, but your "baby" having a baby is quite another. How about we enact a little "health care" for the mother of the mother? What harm--a little medical marijuana under such circumstances?
Things were going well, and everyone was settled back home when Bob and I began our nearly
3-hour drive home Saturday night, January 1st. We'd been gone 8 days and were tired, but happy.
Monday, January 3, Molly was hospitalized and treated for jaundice. Jennifer nursed her every 2 hours. By evening the bilirubin count was down 1 point, and Tuesday they were able to go home.
By all accounts, our newest granddaughter is kicking and squealing and pooping and peeing like a
trooper now. We can't wait to get back to see her.
AN EMAIL TO ME
The pictures came through on the frame, and we loved them. Thanks. Sorry I didn't get back to you by phone. I told your dad Molly doesn't look like anyone I know. He said, "She looks like Jennifer!" What did Judy and Tim say? They were there today? That's quite a headband Molly has. She looks about 17--well, older than she is anyway. Cute pix of Owen and Molly on Joe.
It is really fun to share you, my daughter, with MY mom. It is awesome to see you with Gramma Sadler and your Aunt Jess. There is just something...sister-like, bonding, powerful...its just very very cool :) I cant wait to see you play with your girl cousins too - I envision lots of PINK!
Here are some pics of you, my sweet bird. love you!
FROM AN EMAIL TO HER FRIEND
We've had a lot of "busy" lately--what with Christmas activities and, oh yes, Jennifer having a baby!
She has given me quite an education in birthing babies--albeit a bit late. (E.G., I didn't know that jumping on a trampoline while having contractions is a good way to move labor along.) Getting up early the next morning to bake brownies seems to help too. The aroma from the kitchen got me up early. I was giving Owen his breakfast when Jen's mucous plug came "unplugged," and her water broke. When I left Owen to help Jen, he began choking on his cereal. The soggy Crispix dislodged after some frantic rescuing by his mother. Owen resumed eating, and Jen returned to her contractions.
The next 29 hours are a bit of a blur. The doula, hired to help Jennifer get through the VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Caesarean), arrived about 4 in the afternoon. She, Jen and Joe walked the mall several hours. When contractions were 4 minutes apart, Jen called. Through her, "Ouw! Ouw! Ouw!s," I heard her say they were going to the hospital.
The next hours were the hardest as we went through labor and delivery. Molly was born at 3:19 p.m., Dec. 29, 2010. Because of her size (9 lbs.) and her positioning, she was finally taken by Caesarean.
I don't know what drugs Jennifer got, but I had none. Having a baby is one thing, but your "baby" having a baby is quite another. How about we enact a little "health care" for the mother of the mother? What harm--a little medical marijuana under such circumstances?
Things were going well, and everyone was settled back home when Bob and I began our nearly
3-hour drive home Saturday night, January 1st. We'd been gone 8 days and were tired, but happy.
Monday, January 3, Molly was hospitalized and treated for jaundice. Jennifer nursed her every 2 hours. By evening the bilirubin count was down 1 point, and Tuesday they were able to go home.
By all accounts, our newest granddaughter is kicking and squealing and pooping and peeing like a
trooper now. We can't wait to get back to see her.
AN EMAIL TO ME
The pictures came through on the frame, and we loved them. Thanks. Sorry I didn't get back to you by phone. I told your dad Molly doesn't look like anyone I know. He said, "She looks like Jennifer!" What did Judy and Tim say? They were there today? That's quite a headband Molly has. She looks about 17--well, older than she is anyway. Cute pix of Owen and Molly on Joe.
It is really fun to share you, my daughter, with MY mom. It is awesome to see you with Gramma Sadler and your Aunt Jess. There is just something...sister-like, bonding, powerful...its just very very cool :) I cant wait to see you play with your girl cousins too - I envision lots of PINK!
Here are some pics of you, my sweet bird. love you!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
MY BFF
Daddy always calls and asks how my "bff" is doing, and by this, he means how YOU are doing. We are best friends forever, Molly! Even when you are 13 and I don't let you go to the mall alone with your friends. Even when I don't let your boyfriend come over. And yes, even when I say, "No, you can't take the car". You are my best friend and I love you, no matter what. Daddy teases us with your nickname because we are ALWAYS together. I nurse you, I sleep with you, and I never leave your side.
Last night I left you for an hour! You were fine, of course, and I felt much better than I thought I would. I have confidence in your dad :) I mean, I left him alone with 2 kids for an hour (by the way, it was the hardest time of day for us when I left him - 7 pm)! Anyway, I stopped by the gym for part of a JAM class and dropped off a birthday gift for Lisa. When I came home I realized how much I missed you in that short time! I love my life. I love holding you and smelling your sweet head. I love watching Owen and Daddy and Ruby wrestle. There is nothing better than FAMILY on a Friday.
I should add in, too, that I left all chores alone. I did nothing all day but love on you. Time has been going by so fast and I feel like I need more Molly. I thought back to the day you were born. I remembered the way the doctor held you up for me to see you and I laughed because you had your little legs crossed - a true lady ;p It seems so long ago already. So I cuddled you. Warm, under two blankets, silence in the house. I took time for just my girl. And I finally did it. I finally cried. I finally let go of the fear and anxiety of having 2 children. I released my panic over jaundice, dehydration, pumping and nursing enough, heel pokes, etc. I cried because we made it. That first month is so terrifying for me. Even the hormones seemed to have let go of their hold on me and I could just FEEL a bit more. I could step back and see the BIG picture. The big picture? Its little you, Molly. MY DAUGHTER. Thank You God, thank You, thank You...I have my girl. I pray every night and thank Him for my blessings and I promise Him that I won't take any of it for granted. But I have. You are here. You are healthy. And when the world gets crazy I forget to say THANKS for all of it; there is SO much to say THANKS for, you know? So I am taking the time now, hoping God can listen for just a moment (I know He will!), to say THANKS for your healthy beating heart, your body that works and produces lots of dirty diapers, your fingers that softly fall on my chest as we nurse, your 10 toes that wrap around my fingers when I pretend to count them, your sturdy body that has grown within my own body, your big blue eyes that are blessed with vision (and the tear duct that is unclogged now!), your attached ear lobes like mine (ha!), your ears that passed your hearing test (now I know you can hear me whisper I LOVE YOU), and your lips,nose, and every other little perfect part of you. THANK YOU GOD, FOR MOLLY. I don't know what I did to deserve this perfection but I promise to raise her in Your love and with love and to surround her with love.
Mom
Last night I left you for an hour! You were fine, of course, and I felt much better than I thought I would. I have confidence in your dad :) I mean, I left him alone with 2 kids for an hour (by the way, it was the hardest time of day for us when I left him - 7 pm)! Anyway, I stopped by the gym for part of a JAM class and dropped off a birthday gift for Lisa. When I came home I realized how much I missed you in that short time! I love my life. I love holding you and smelling your sweet head. I love watching Owen and Daddy and Ruby wrestle. There is nothing better than FAMILY on a Friday.
I should add in, too, that I left all chores alone. I did nothing all day but love on you. Time has been going by so fast and I feel like I need more Molly. I thought back to the day you were born. I remembered the way the doctor held you up for me to see you and I laughed because you had your little legs crossed - a true lady ;p It seems so long ago already. So I cuddled you. Warm, under two blankets, silence in the house. I took time for just my girl. And I finally did it. I finally cried. I finally let go of the fear and anxiety of having 2 children. I released my panic over jaundice, dehydration, pumping and nursing enough, heel pokes, etc. I cried because we made it. That first month is so terrifying for me. Even the hormones seemed to have let go of their hold on me and I could just FEEL a bit more. I could step back and see the BIG picture. The big picture? Its little you, Molly. MY DAUGHTER. Thank You God, thank You, thank You...I have my girl. I pray every night and thank Him for my blessings and I promise Him that I won't take any of it for granted. But I have. You are here. You are healthy. And when the world gets crazy I forget to say THANKS for all of it; there is SO much to say THANKS for, you know? So I am taking the time now, hoping God can listen for just a moment (I know He will!), to say THANKS for your healthy beating heart, your body that works and produces lots of dirty diapers, your fingers that softly fall on my chest as we nurse, your 10 toes that wrap around my fingers when I pretend to count them, your sturdy body that has grown within my own body, your big blue eyes that are blessed with vision (and the tear duct that is unclogged now!), your attached ear lobes like mine (ha!), your ears that passed your hearing test (now I know you can hear me whisper I LOVE YOU), and your lips,nose, and every other little perfect part of you. THANK YOU GOD, FOR MOLLY. I don't know what I did to deserve this perfection but I promise to raise her in Your love and with love and to surround her with love.
Mom
Friday, February 4, 2011
5 weeks
You have grown into such a big girl already!!! You give me about 5 hours of sleep a night and have outgrown your newborn diapers. You LOVE swinging your arms and kicking your legs. Diaper changing is always challenging because you won't stop kicking :) My little soccer player...
Daddy calls you his "little noise maker" because you are SO vocal. You seem to coo and "talk" the most in the morning and then late in the evening. (Between 6-9 pm you get pretty fussy!) Another nickname from Daddy is "jumping bean" - he calls you this every time you jump from a little noise. You jump so fast and quick that sometimes you throw your whole blanket off of your body!
I love you so much. Cuddling with you in the morning is my favorite part of the day. I could drink these days up but I want them to last so I will just slowly sip away...they go by way too fast.
love you
Daddy calls you his "little noise maker" because you are SO vocal. You seem to coo and "talk" the most in the morning and then late in the evening. (Between 6-9 pm you get pretty fussy!) Another nickname from Daddy is "jumping bean" - he calls you this every time you jump from a little noise. You jump so fast and quick that sometimes you throw your whole blanket off of your body!
I love you so much. Cuddling with you in the morning is my favorite part of the day. I could drink these days up but I want them to last so I will just slowly sip away...they go by way too fast.
love you
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