Jun 28, 2007

More photos

Here are some more cute ones!

(Typing one-handed is hard...)

Just born!!!

I like this one of Sam and the Teej.

Sam and the other Dubin!

Came through his Bris in one piece... uh, I mean, you know. He did ok. :)

Just chillin'.

Me and baby.

Jun 22, 2007

Taking Stock

I'm blogging! And this morning, I even ran the dishwasher and put in a load of laundry! MY GOD. I'm doing STUFF.

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind for obvious reasons, but I think I've survived ok. It started out with a strange morning on the 9th of June, a day after my due date, when I went into labor and things progressed much faster than I imagined. TJ and I had been to all these classes and heard all sorts of advice from previous first-time mothers - we knew that babies don't just pop out like in the movies! It takes HOURS, potentially DAYS, and you aren't supposed to go to the hospital immediately at the first signs of contractions - you're supposed to wait until they are 1 minute long, four minutes apart, for an hour. I was so sure the whole process would take me 24 hours or worse, but by 11 am I was in so much pain that TJ and I and my mom jetted over to the hospital. By 12:30 pm, Sam was born.

But not the regular way. The escape hatch way. It turned out something was wrong -- some kind of placental abruption for those who want to google the condition, and almost as soon as I got into the hospital I was informed that I was having an emergency C-section STAT. Interestingly, at that point everything gets semi-hazy, but I do remember some things clearly: I remember them taking off my earrings and the ball chain around my neck where my wedding rings were. I remember them putting the gas mask on my face and thinking that it sure smelled funny. I remember not so much the waking up part, which I think took a while, but I remember them showing me Sam's footprints stamped on a piece of paper, and then they placed the baby up by my head - he was on my pillow, and believe it or not, he was frenching me! He was definitely trying to make out with me, or perhaps he was trying to suck milk out of my face... either way, it was a bit foggy but I remember it.

Later on, I gave some thought to how traumatic the whole thing was for TJ and for my mom. TJ told me he was very scared, and my mom would have been except no one really told her what was going on. She somehow got relegated to a remote waiting room and didn't even know I was having the emergency operation until after it was done. Once she knew about it, she was really worried about me even though the baby was already out and in TJ's arms - I can imagine them handing him a baby not more than five or ten minutes after I was wheeled away... "Here's your baby sir, have fun with that. We're gonna go back and stitch up your wife now, ok? Cool." It would have been nice to have that moment together, but what can you do?

I think it all worked out in the end. I am recovering pretty well, and Sam seems no worse for the wear. Plus, most importantly, I don't have any hemorrhoids! Nor stitches in my stuff! All that worrying, and nothing but a five inch scar under my bikini. I mean, under where I would be wearing a bikini, once I can actually imagine wearing a bikini again...

To be continued!

Jun 15, 2007

At Long Last


Born June 09, 2007

8 lbs. 2 oz., 20 inches long

Actual Name: Samuel Nash Green

Aliases: Dean, Deaniac, Dorn, Sam

(Spoiler: He will be the subject of future posts on this blog.)

K: Thanks for reminding me to put in his name! Details, details.

Jun 1, 2007

State of the Dubin Address

Megan once said that writing a "state of the Megan" post would degrade the quality of her blog, and for the most part I agree with her. But given that my due date is in one week, I feel it's appropriate here.

1. Feet - not pretty. Dinner rolls.

2. Hands - not pretty either. Meat paws.

3. Everything else is physically in order - I think I have no stretch marks so far, but that may be because I can't see the southern hemisphere of my abdomen so I am blissfully unaware of them.

4. Dean - he's still squirming around in there, and I've been told he'll probably be on the big side. Dag! I mean, that IS what I expected, but I still hope that his head-to-body ratio is roughly normal and that he doesn't wreck me entirely. I really would like to avoid a c-section, but whatever will be, will be.

5. General lifestyle - I have been off on maternity leave since Tuesday! So far, it rules. I actually get to check things off my personal agenda. Like, yesterday I went to Kinkos and made some copies and then went to the Historical Commission to get something signed off on, and then I went to L&I to drop it off, and then I went to ReStore and took a look at their supply of 2'-0" doors to see if any would be appropriate for our newly smaller basement door entry. Wouldn't you know, I actually found one and it was less than $100 so I bought it and the lady there helped me heave it into the car and then I picked up the Teej and we took it to Hazel House. It is totally gonna fit and it's really satisfying to just get to do all these errands during the day. The sun is out! People are alive out there on the street! You can walk the dog to the park and run into your freelancing friends there at noon, or people who have weird hours like Diana the Emergency Services Vet! You can do all this without feeling guilty that you're blowing your lunch hour! I wonder how long it would take to get sick of not working? Knowing me, I'd start to develop anxiety about it, but no sign of that just yet...

6. Real Estate Empire - Still holding fast to our two outposts. Kater Street will most likely go up for rent in August. Hazel is inching along, but the painters can't start until the beginning of July, which is really unfortunate. It makes me want to go over there and just start painting already, but I'm a little clumsy these days. The front yard and rear yard are a total disaster. I'd consider Agent Orange if it weren't for fair young Dean and Carmen, his faithful companion-to-be.

7. The next two weeks - Magic 8-ball says, "Cannot predict now." Or alternately, "Reply hazy, ask again." One cannot predict when Dean will want to test out his land lungs. But thanks to some key people, we are flush with hand-me-downs and seem roughly set up for now. Mom is supposed to come the 5th, and then Dad and Younger Dubin have tickets for the 9th. Will Dean show up before then? Or if he's late, and shows up on the 15th, will everyone have gone back home already? What does Dean have planned for US?!?!?!?

My sources say, "Ask again later..."