Saturday, September 30, 2006

lazy saturday.

This is a perfect saturday afternoon- lazing about at the dining room table with the french doors open; no agenda except for a dinner invite later tonight. Henry is up all night and sleeps most of the day, so this is exactly what I can handle at the moment. He is a real party animal in the wee hours- I'm wondering when he will rearrange his day/night routine. He is like Johnny Depp in a hotel room- peeing on the blinds, spitting up as soon as he gets a clean onesie on, projectile pooping, going wild for some boobies... Well I don't know if Depp has a penchant for wearing onesies or pooping with abandon, but you catch my drift. Henry is like a little rock star. It is amazing how our bodies are able to adjust to lack of sleep- and the things one can do while half asleep. I can change a diaper with my eyes closed and nurse while lucidly dreaming. Talent! I knew I had it lurking somewhere in me.

Friday, September 29, 2006

crack t.v.

Being home and taking care of bebe means catching snippets of crazy daytime t.v. All of a sudden there is a plethora of new talk shows hosted by 'quirky' brunettes. One such show is the Rachael Ray show. I have seen her cooking show- It is okay. She has nice colorful appliances and gadgets. But I cringe and feel a tinge of nausea coming on every time she proclaims "E V O O" (extra virgin olive oil). I much prefer Giada, the sultry Italian; and the ultimate woman- the Barefoot Contessa.

So my husband and I are sitting here with Henry watching Rachael Ray. And we both kind of look at each other funny about ten minutes into the show. Is Rachael Ray hitting the speed? Is she drunk? I think she loves the cocaine. Mike thinks she is just a loud spaz. But he finds her completely entertaining. I find her more entertaining now that it is more about my new personal game of "let's guess the drug she's on" instead of "please, please don't say e v o o". Maybe that doesn't mean extra virgin olive oil, maybe it is code to the producer "get me some more crack."

Well to wrap this up: she was reminding me of someone and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. But then it came to me: Pee Wee Herman!!!! Rachael Ray is the female version of Pee Wee, or she is Pee Wee in a wrap-around dress. Watch the show and tell me you don't see it. Impossible.

i just looked at her site and they actually make shirts and infant clothing that bares phrases such as "yum-o" and "got e v oo?"

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

happy anniversary

Today is our three year wedding anniversary! Tonight we will feast on sushi- yum!!
time flies...

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

growing, growing, every day growing...

I haven't posted in awhile because I've been busy being Henry's mum. I have never been so sleep deprived in all my life; nor have I ever felt happier or more complete. The feeling of holding this little being that is part Michael and part me is just completely indescribable. Simply put, Henry is the epitome of all that is good and beautiful in the world.

I labored for two days so that Henry could be born. Post due date by eleven days, the little guy was just a little too comfortable in there. The delivery was unbelievable- I felt like Wonder Woman when he popped out. Mike was by my side the entire time I labored; he even cut the cord, which he had sworn from the beginning he wouldn't be able to do.

The hospital was going to discharge us early on Friday because Henry and I received the go-ahead from our doctors. About twenty minutes after they told us about our early discharge, Henry's pediatrician called. The nursery had discovered that Henry's temperature spiked to 102.7. The pediatrician explained that they had to move him into the newborn intensive care unit, and that they had to run a battery of tests, including a spinal tap. This was one of the scariest moments of my life. Mike and I felt so completely helpless. I felt like I would lose my mind. I think perhaps that I did, a bit.

To make a long story short, he was in the nicu from Friday until Sunday. All of the tests came back negative. The only thing that explains the temperature spike is possible dehydration. I could not have made it through that weekend had it not been for Michael- every three hours he ran my milk to the hospital; if I couldn't make it downtown with him, he sat with Henry and fed him by bottle. It is crazy how we bonded so strongly as a family, the three of us, there in the middle of the nicu; amongst premature babies in warming machines, with all of the strange monitors and beeping sounds, there in the dim light of a hospital, instead of by the warmth in our home. I will never forget these moments as long as I live.

Henry had his two week check up today and got a clean bill of health. He has grown an inch and a quarter, and now weighs eight pounds eleven ounces. Every day I feel luckier that all is well and happier that he is finally home.

Monday, September 18, 2006

At Last.

Henry Cooper D. was born on September 13, 2006 at 2:30 p.m.
Michael and I are just in love with our little boy.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Just waiting around....

yesterday was my due date. I told Henry that he has passed his curfew and will be on restriction if he is any later!
going to go out for a walk with nico; and then on to Yorgo's for a bagel; and then out for shopping. It always seems that's what couples do when they've passed their due date- they go out shopping/ walking... I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Friday, September 01, 2006

the tide came in to our backyard to beckon Henry's arrival!

the marsh is usually not this full


My husband and I like to execute major plans made around Christmas time during the height of hurricane season!
Mike proposed Christmas, 12/2002; we were married exactly one week after Hurricane Isabel, 09/2003;
we found out on Christmas Eve 12/2005 that we were expecting Henry; and now we are about to give birth during Hurricane Ernesto, 9/2006. odd.

I am really hoping today is the magic day...