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Little Men…

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Otter at three days old.

Two years (and a day) ago Otter entered the world after a glorious, and screamy, natural birth. I will never forget waking up that morning, about 5:30 a.m. with the feeling that this time the contractions were different. I sat on the bed watching the light begin to filter through the little wholes left by the lace pattern in my curtains and listening to my husband snore as they got stronger and stronger. Finally, around 6:30 a.m., I woke Lee up and told him it was time. He, very sensibly, suggested we go back to sleep for a while, but really, there was no way that was happening.

We got up, called the doctor, and went in to see him before I even got a solid breakfast under my lack of a belt. He checked me out and encouraged me to go to the hospital. I calmly explained that we were going to go home and walk around for a while first, because I wanted to be home as long as possible, per my doula’s instructions. He encouraged me to go to the hospital. I told him I would begin to head over there after I had a nice leisurely breakfast with my family, so I had the energy to sustain my labor. He told to me go the the hospital right away.We left his office around 8 a.m.

We began to head over, and halfway there my contractions had sped up to five minutes apart. By the time Lee got the birthing tub set up, they were under four. The hot water felt so good and relaxed me considerably. Over the next nine or so hours I spent most of my time listening to music, soaking in the tub, and dancing in the hallways with hubby as we waited for Otter to come. I stole some of his chinese beef sticks, drank some water, and got increasingly interested in what was happening “downstairs”.

Finally, I was sick of the tub, sick of the music, and generally sick of everyone, a clear indication it was time. I got up on the bed, and after a very long, to me anyway, period of time I managed to deliver an 11 pound, 6 ounce Otter. There was screaming and cursing and breathing, requests to turn on/up/off the music, and one awful moment when the urge to push stopped just as he was crowning, making me completely aware of exactly how much my body was going through. There was also this absolute certainty that every woman who had birthed a child before me was lined up behind me, stretching back to the first mother, urging me on. All my ancestors, all my sisters, all the women in time. I let go in that moment, felt lifted beyond my stressed out body and pain, and out he came. He was born a little after 5:30 p.m., twelve hours after I began to suspect his imminent arrival.

When they put him on my stomach I “oof’d” just a little at his weight. I remember thinking what a solid little guy he was. He didn’t have piles of babyfat, like he would develop later, but seemed to be all strength and muscle. A little man on my tummy, purple and wrinkly, waiting for his blood flow to pink him up. We got to cuddle for over an hour while they cleaned us up, then he was wheeled away for baby testing stuff and I was wheeled away for a shower, a meal, and recovery. Lee, bless his heart, was left to clean up the birthing tub.

Another memory of that day, clear as glass, is our first night together. Lee had taken Marlena home and Otter and I were in the hospital room, each in our little bed, side by side. I could look between the handles on my bed and see into his cradle. We lay there for hours, staring at each other through the glass, hand in hand, simply gazing. I fell in love.

Otter and Monkey
Otter and Monkey

Now, this little man is two years old. He can sign in full sentences, having decided that speaking, though possible, isn’t nearly as cute and effective as sign. He can eat perfectly with a fork and spoon, knows how to work the remotes on the Apple TV, and loves anything with buttons. He is a vendor of kisses, and will sweetly pat me on the head when he hugs me, just to tell me how much he cares. We celebrated his birth with a few family and friends, a strawberry vanilla layer cake, a balloon forest, and a ball pit. (Oh yeah, and I spiked the grown up’s punch.)

A bright pink strawberry cake for my boy!
A bright pink strawberry cake for my boy!
Six layers of frosting and Strawberry jam between Vanilla cake.
Six layers of frosting and Strawberry jam between Vanilla cake.
A ball pit in a forest of balloons.
A ball pit in a forest of balloons.
Monkey and Otter figure out the ball pit.
Monkey and Otter figure out the ball pit.
Otter and Emma share a quiet moment in the ball pit.
Otter and Emma share a quiet moment in the ball pit.
Monkey and Caitlin play the goon
Monkey and Caitlin play the goon
Hatchet and Logan investigate some balloons.
Hatchet and Logan investigate some balloons.
Nama and Nana share some love.
Nama and Nana share some love.
Kathy and Da share a tale or two.
Kathy and Da share a tale or two.
Ben and his nevvy show a great deal of interest in the cake cutting.
Ben and his nevvy show a great deal of interest in the cake cutting.
Aunty Mop enjoys the spiked coffee drinks a la Lee.
Aunty Mop enjoys the spiked coffee drinks a la Lee.
John enjoys a frosty beverage.
John enjoys a frosty beverage.
Papa watches his boy throw balls down the ball slide.
Papa watches his boy throw balls down the ball slide.
Otter gets a little scared by all the singing.
Otter gets a little scared by all the singing.
Closing his eyes, he makes a wish and blows out the candle.
Closing his eyes, he makes a wish and blows out the candle.
Yay Otter!!
Yay Otter!!
Mommy cuts the cake while Otter tests the berries for quality.
Mommy cuts the cake while Otter tests the berries for quality.
Lily trumpets through the party.
Lily trumpets through the part while Emma enjoys some Daddy time.
Monkey and Otter play in the ball pit.
Monkey and Otter play in the ball pit.

There were so many wonderful people there, and I have about 200 pictures of the blessed event, but as time and interest are in short supply, you get the above!   It was a successful party for my little man, so much bigger than he was two years ago. I am so pleased to have him here with me, as his innate sweetness brightens up even my hardest hours. Before I had him, I couldn’t imaging sharing my life with any child other than Monkey, now that he is here, I feel as though our family has been made complete.

Happy Birthday baby boy, and many, many, more.

Love,

Mama

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And in this corner….

Weighing in at 19 pounds and seven ounces we have 11 week old Oliver Krebs!!
Yup, my son, the 25 and 3/4 inch 19 pound infant. I am going to be so strong after carrying this little guy around all summer!

He is not a happy baby right now though, as he had his shots, two in each thigh. Poor little man, he turned bright red and yelled a lot. I always feel like a traitor when my babies get shots. He was so sad all evening too, kept crying like he was being burned anytime I tried to set him down. As a result, it was a snuggly night.

Marlena, after a “legally blonde” watching fit, has declared her intention to be a lawyer, and wanders around with a case file and pen writing “lawyer stuff.” It is pretty darn cute. At the doctor today she kept asking me to ask her lawyer questions.
She has been trying to get me to let her watch Law and Order, but Lee pointed out it was too graphic. (I was too flattered by the desire to follow in my footsteps to really think it over.)

100 and counting…

100th post!!

Today is my 100th post on this blog! I wish I had something very interesting and important to say for this momentous occasion, but I don’t!! I do however have pictures of the frozen foliage in my front yard, news about the health of my little girl, and pregnancy jabber.

Monkey has recovered nicely from her role in “The Exorcist: Satan takes New Jersey!” and slept through the night, waking this morning with a voracious appetite and good spirits. My spirits have improved as well, since I was not up all night alternately holding her hair back and washing vomit covered bed-clothes. Yay!! No more vomit! (Thus far, Lee is not feeling very well, so we shall see if the saga continues.)

Today I am studying for the bar, Monkey is playing around the house, and we are enjoying the rising temperatures and melting ice. Things are beginning to move in the wind again, instead of just cracking in half and falling into the back yard.

Here are some pictures of the perfectly iced over tree and bush in the front of our house, these were taken this morning, so there has been some melting, but they still show how eerily the ice covered everything. It looked like a set for some mythical movie, every single thing had a fine coating of ice on it. All the fences, trees, bushes, flower stems, etc. Even the house has a shiny thin coating of ice on it. And the snow on the ground was so hard and frozen no footprints were left in it when you passed by.

The pictures don’t show the detail very well, as my camera is limited to the abilities of a point and shoot, but the tops and sides of each branch and leaf is coated in a thin sheen of ice. It still feels like a winter wonderland, as long as you don’t have to go anywhere.

However, the neighborhood and surrounding town is recovering, the downed power line outside our house was taken care of yesterday evening and the plows have been through so it is easier to get around the town. We may even venture out today! I think we are both a little stir crazy, having been stuck in the house for a few days in a row with no school or guests. Of course, nothing beat the day with no power for sheer stir craziness, but I have to say I am grateful that did not coincide with the 24 hours in which she forcefully expelled everything in her stomach. I am so glad that is over!

Otter has moved into position in this 33rd week of pregnancy and has begun to move around low in my womb. He moves around a lot still, and now has the size and strength to move my stomach with him. Last night he was rythmically kicking me while Lee and I were watching my tummy jump in time to the baby. His nickname is Leviathan Baby, as he rolls my stomach from side to side and causes parts of it to stick out oddly.

I suffer from this odd belief that I am going to give birth early, even though I logically know that chances of it are slim to none, and that he will likely be born closer to the 15th of April than his due date, the 1st. However, I am taking the bar exam at the end of this month, and am positive this is the cause of my concern. The thought of going into labor while taking the bar with complete strangers an hour’s drive from my husband and house is horrible. I remind myself that the worst case scenario has Lee and Ellen driving to a hospital in Somorset, but I still worry. It is par for the course for bar exam takers, we all become obsessive about one thing or another while we prepare for licensure. (Okay, more obsessive.)

I will post more updated baby belly photos sometime this week. I have gotten a lot bigger and now have an outie instead of an innie. (Or as Lee so poetically puts it “Look honey! You’ve popped!)

Well, it is back to studying for the bar exam for me. Thanks for spending your valuable time reading the various things I have said here, I appreciate the connection. It is hard not to feel homesick, but connecting with everyone from time to time in the comments section really helps. Blessed be to all of you!

P.S. This is an awesome shirt! I have to have it!

It’s a boy!!

It’s a boy!! Oliver Robert Krebs! (Code name: ORK)

Lee wanted only one l in Oliver, I wanted to name him after my dad, together, we have Oliver Robert. The fact that his initials are ORK will mark him well for a gaming nerd. (Given his genetic history, he is destined for D&D nerdom anyway.)

So there you have it, the newest member of the clan will be making his entrance on April Fool’s Day, unless he is overdue (He will be). We have five really great pictures of him, and Lee is having them scanned so we can post them here for you.

Love you all!!

M

Tired and gestating in Red Bank…


There is the baby!! Well, there is my tummy, which houses inside it, the baby!! I am doing well, and as soon as I can find a scanner, I will post images of the blob from our last sonogram. Still suffering from interminable exhaustion, but the upside is.. I am getting a lot of rest!

Monkey is starting to get used to the idea of school. She seems to enjoy it, though is always sad when I drop her off. I am finding the extra time very calming and the opportunity to read and relax very nice. I wish more of my friends were here to hang out with me while she is in school. (Especially you law people who aren’t working yet.) However, I still find a lot to do. For example: I am busily imagining all sorts of ways for a pregnant woman to picket pharmacies refusing to distribute birth control. I think it will make an interesting image. I also have been trying to make some interesting jewelry, and learning more crochet. I am reading like my life depends on it, maybe because my sanity depends on it. I am getting some exercise and cooking lots of interesting things.

Most importantly, I am beginning to like it here. It is not like home, I don’t love it, but it is a pleasant place to be. There was a street fair today, we went and ate funnel cakes. There was a carnival on the boardwalk last week that Monkey, Shane and I attended. There are orchards where you can pick your own fruit and the beaches are still lovely. So all in all it is not a horrible place to live. If you can get past the rude driver’s, the impatient people, the lack of real mexican food, and the bugs , it is pretty nice.

So, we come home to visit for the wedding in eleven days!! See you all for hugs soon!

M

A response from Forbes… Snakes on a plane… and life in general.

Well, after posting the rant about that unpalatable “Don’t marry career women” article here I sent a letter to the editor. I got a response from Forbes today:

“I want to acknowledge your communication with us on the article “Don’t Marry Career Women.” Sensitive issues demand sensitive treatment. The piece that appeared on Forbes.com this past week was intended to be part academic and part humorous. Instead, it profoundly offended hard-working career women everywhere. We deeply regret having done so.
Steve Forbes
President and Editor-in-Chief”

While I am pleased with an apology instead of some sermon on the importance of presenting all sides in a debate, I was left with only one thing to say… well DUH!! Did any of the Forbes editors READ the article before it was published to determine if it was sensitively handling a sensitive issue? If they did read it, how on earth did they figure it wouldn’t profoundly offend hard-working career women everywhere? Where did they see value in the article at all? It was hardly a humorous and academic posting, it was a rant blaming a rise in divorce on working women. It is hard to accept an apology from these people when a simple read of the article would indicate it’s risk of offending hard-working career women everywhere. I am unwilling to adopt a cavalier boys will be boys attitude here. Any magazine which thinks this article is a humorous and academic look at the workplace and relationships in 2006 is a magazine that profoundly deserves a boycott by hard-working women everywhere, regardless of their career status. This article would have fit well into the culture of the 1950’s, which simply illustrates how behind the times Forbes really is.

Okay, rant over. Last night we went on saw Snakes on a Plane. While taking the bar, we had intended to go see it as a mid exam stress releiver but were prevented from doing so when we learned it wasn’t out yet. So Lee and I saw it last night. It was pretty funny, although there were many gratuitous and unnecessary scenes in it. I determined after leaving that movies such as Snakes on a Plane are created for the simple purpose of allowing new actors interesting roles to place on their resumes. For example: Man whose penis was bit by snake, Woman whose tongue was bit by snake, Man whose head was swallowed by snake, Woman whose breast was bit by snake. Interestingly, Snakes did provide a new and varied manner of filming I like to call Snake-O-Vision, a rather distorted green lit view of the soon to be bitten passengers that provided many giggles for Lee and I. All in all, it was a pretty fun movie, not very scary, but then I like snakes.

We are getting ready for Monkey’s school, which starts the 6th of September, we got her a laptop lunch box and a new backpack that we are decorating so it will be “the fanciest backpack anyone ever saw.” (Her requirement for a backpack). We found hers at Macy’s on sale, which was unexpected to say the least. Monkey is signed up to take the bus to school, but right now wants me to drive her. She is a little scared of busing to school. So we will see if and when she wants to take the bus.
We had our first well baby visit yesterday. Monkey, Lee and I all went. We are about 8 weeks along, and doing just fine. We got a lovely sonogram photo of the baby, which rather resembles a blob in a dark cave. However, we all decided it was a cute blob. We actually saw a better image on the sonogram than what got printed. We also saw the baby’s heartbeat, which was pretty cool. Monkey was very excited to see the baby, and I loved holding hands with my first baby while peeking at my second. It was a fairly magical moment.

Well, I am getting a message from said second baby, informing me to type less and eat more. We miss you all!