Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Start of the school year

This year was the first year all three boys went to school. Jonah started the first grade and Simon and Elliott started preschool. They originally started 3 full-time days/week but it was way too much for them and it felt silly to be paying that much when I was sitting at home without them. Now they go to a much smaller preschool 2 days/week for 2 1/2 hours. They are learning and bring home a lot of projects.

Jonah school year is...going. We knew it would be a little bit of a transition leaving the school we loved in Cincinnati. We moved to the town we did because the school district is ranked as one of the top in the state. I am not impressed. Jonah is bored. Everything they are doing he did in kindergarten. At the beginning of the year he tested at a 2nd grade reading level and the one thing I am happy about is that the books they send home are more appropriate for him than books other 1st graders would be reading. However it is hard to get him to read things that don't interest him. One book was about Westminster and was so dry and a very weird choice for a 7 year old. He loves library time and usually chooses books about animals (mostly birds). Last year he always checked out a Curious George book for Simon. Recess is 15 minutes. Ridiculous. He goes to before and after school care on Mondays and Fridays because I usually work Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. He really likes the activities there excluding the sports. His interest in art continues to grow and he has the neatest handwriting.

Simon loves preschool which is not surprising because he begged to go all last year. His coloring and even drawing amaze me. Maybe because I still think of him as so little but I'm in awe of how well he draws for a 3 year old. His favorite color is blue and I probably hear 10 times a day "Blue is my color!" from him. He doesn't realize it but blue has always been his color. When the boys were born we assigned them colors to keep track of what belonged to which boy. Simon is blue, Elliott is green and Jonah is red.

Elliott doesn't usually want to go to preschool but has a good time when he is there. He is a challenging 3 year old and his favorite word is no. I think his teacher made up the sad face, happy face discipline system just for him. He has taken an interest in letters and their sounds and both he and Simon like to point out letters they know on signs. Their favorites are the letters in their names. He likes to color, mostly on the walls, floor and furniture.

 Here are some pictures of the boys and their first day of school signs. They uploaded out of order but you know who is who. I realized later that Elliott's name was spelled incorrectly. Oh and Simon made sure to tell me he wanted to be a nice nurse and not a mean nurse. I am not sure where that came from. Jonah still wavers daily between engineer and artist. He likes to construct (and plan) but he also likes to draw. I suggested architecture but he hasn't come around yet.

Friday, September 4, 2015

First trip to the beach in Texas

The last 2 months have just flown by but at the same time we also feel like we've been here forever. We had a week and half to unpack the house when we arrived before we started work. Since then I have been working 4 or 5 days every week and Matt has been working 5 days a week. Going from being home everyday with the kids to being gone 14 hours a day was very hard. I loved my new job and it was very exciting and fulfilling but arranging childcare was stressful and the kids were spending more time with the nanny than either of us. I found a part time nights position that I started 2 weeks ago but have been doing orientation full time until this week. I don't like working nights and weekends but it means I get to be home with the kids more.

That's a quick update. I am going to try to get caught up on the last 2 months. Here are some pictures from our first trip to the beach. We're about 45 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico. The boys loved it especially Jonah. We haven't had a chance to get back since that day but hope to soon.

Monday, June 22, 2015

We're back!

Back on the blog that is. Since we're headed away from family once again I need to get serious about reviving the blog. We left for Texas this morning and are spending the night about 5 hours from our new home in Houston. The kids did amazing on the drive although we'll see how the night goes since they sat in the car most of they day. Here are some pictures of the boys from about a month ago and yesterday.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015


We had a wonderful Christmas this year. Matt had Christmas Eve off work through that Monday so we had a 4 day weekend which made it possible to spread out our Christmas celebrations. It was a relaxing few days which was so nice after being away for so long. The boys were spoiled and there are still gifts we haven't opened. I'm drawing a blank on anything noteworthy about our holiday. We were able to meet up with Laura and Matt at a children's museum in Illinois which was unplanned bonus. Here are a few recent pictures.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The next step

Two posts in one day?! I desperately need to get caught up. We're skipping forward a bit and will go back and cover Christmas but in case everyone had not heard, we'll be moving in June for Matt to do a pediatric interventional radiology fellowship. He had three interviews (Little Rock, Pittsburgh and Houston) and three offers. It was a tough decision because everyone at Little Rock was so, so nice and it would have been a great place to live. Ultimately we decided on Houston because they have a much larger volume and Matt would get to see so much more. Here is our picture announcing the move. This was as good as I could get before Elliott melted down. That is what Jonah does when I tell him to look at the camera.

Its about time for some pumpkin patch pictures

Now that that post is out of the way, I need to share some pictures. I realize I never posted pictures of our trip to the pumpkin patch. Here they are in all their uncropped and unedited glory because our photoshop died with the old laptop. I've included the blurry and bad ones because they're cute too. I especially like the one where Jonah bent over and Simon coughed as I took the picture.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

THE Post

I realize it has been nearly two months since my last post but it's not from lack of thinking about it. I think about it almost daily. Matt is working tonight and so the sitting and waiting for Jonah to fall asleep job has fallen upon me giving me ample time to write the post I've been avoiding but one I know needs to be written and recorded.

This post is about our two miscarriages this past year. The first one was in February at 6 weeks. We had transferred one embryo and 4 days later had a positive pregnancy test. I had cramping starting the night of the transfer but never any bleeding. I took it very easy and figured since I didn't have any bleeding it was okay. On February 15th at 6w1d I was laying in bed (because it was a Saturday and my wonderful husband got up with the kids so I could sleep in) and I felt more intense cramping. I thought to myself there was no way that can be normal. Then I felt a gush and knew what was happening. My first ultrasound was supposed to be that Monday but instead I went in that day. I was relieved to see a heartbeat but the doctor told me it was lower than it should be and that I would miscarry. I didn't bleed anymore that weekend but when I went in on Monday there was no longer a heartbeat. I miscarried a week later at home. 

We knew we would be leaving Seattle and our embryos and that if we wanted to do another transfer it would have to be soon. We had to wait for my HCG to get back to zero and then started the process for another transfer. We did another single embryo transfer and were able to have an ultrasound and see a heartbeat a few days before we moved. This time we held off telling Jonah until we had a couple of ultrasounds because he had been very upset about the first miscarriage. At the end of the first trimester we told him and shared with our family, and on here of course.

I had a doppler that I used for my pregnancy with the boys for peace of mind. Starting at 9 weeks I could sometimes find the baby's heartbeat. One day around 14 weeks I couldn't find it. I knew it was hit or miss and we had just had an ultrasound 5 days earlier where everything looked good. When I couldn't find it the next day I got worried. The next day I asked Matt to try. He tried to find it for close to an hour. We both knew what it meant but never said it out loud. I had an appointment scheduled in a couple days so we waited. The day of my appointment Matt was starting a week of nights. He stayed with the kids while I went alone. We discussed the plan of action, again without ever actually saying what we knew to be true.

I wasn't surprised when the OB couldn't find the heartbeat with the doppler and sent me for an ultrasound. I held it together and walked down the hall to the separate lab and sono room. The sonographer recognized me since I had just seen her (with 3 boys in tow) a week ago and knowing why I was there pulled me back and told the receptionist we would handle the paperwork later. It was very quick. Immediately we saw his still body and no beating heart. The doctor came in and talked about what we had to do. I had to go to the hospital to be induced. When I got home Matt was waiting for me and I didn't have to say anything. We talked for 5 minutes and made phone calls and then he had to get in the shower for work. He left for work and I made the kids dinner, put them to bed and tried to get the house picked up and ready to be gone. I kept busy doing laundry and cleaning until Joan arrived to stay with the boys and I went to the hospital to check in at 1 am on August 16th.

They started an IV and drew a ton of blood to check for anything and everything that could have caused our second loss and especially a more unusual 2nd trimester loss. Then they drew more blood because they had forgotten something. When they finally gave me the medicine to soften my cervix at 2 am they told me it usually takes 8-12 hours before delivery. By 6 am I was contracting pretty regularly but wanted to wait until Matt got there to get my epidural. Why I wanted to wait I don't know but I was so ready for it by the time he walked in the door at 8. I got my epidural and Matt tried to get some sleep on the pullout couch since he had been up all night. About 20 minutes later the doctor came in to check me and since I couldn't feel anything I was surprised when she said the baby had been delivered. Someone took him in an adjoining room and Matt woke up as the doctor was trying to get all the placenta out. After a lot of bleeding they decided to take me to the OR for a D&C. I was so thankful for the epidural and not being able to feel anything. They brought me back to my room where Matt was waiting and the doctor was talking to him. She was telling him that we had a little boy and he appeared to have a small abdominal wall defect where all of his intestines did not migrate back into his abdomen and some remained in the umbilical cord and a club foot, neither of which would explain his death but were probably accompanied by a heart defect. Actually Matt didn't tell me either of those things until later and they were so minor that I didn't even see them when I held him. I did notice his foot (left) but not in a there is something wrong with it kind of way. We decided not to have an autopsy done.

While I recovered from the anesthesia and the shaking it causes me to have we discussed what to name him. We actually already had a boy name picked out but decided we didn't want to use it. I had been thinking overnight of what we would name a boy. I knew I wanted John to be his middle name after both my grandpas but waited to discuss the first name with Matt. When I told him the two I had been thinking of Matt immediately said Benjamin.  It is a name that has been on our list since we were deciding on a name for Jonah. We held him and the nurses took pictures of him with a teddy bear and blanket we got to bring home. It was weird to see the nurses doing all the steps in bereavement care that I've done for families when their baby passes. He was 6 inches long but I couldn't find a weight anywhere and didn't think to ask at the time. His skin was too moist for footprints which makes me very sad. I plan on buying and donating the ink pads I used at work that uses the impression on the pad to make a print instead of the ink being on the baby's skin. I don't want another mom to not be able to bring home footprints of her baby. I had to stay overnight because I had lost so much blood. Another fellow took the rest of Matt's night shifts for him and Joan stayed for a couple more days as I was in no shape to take care of the boys. 

Benjamin's chromosomes came back normal and all my blood tests came back fine. Moving forward it is scary to know that since we don't know exactly what caused his death it could happen again. Matt immediately said he could not do this another time and we were not trying again. Now he has changed his tune and he is ready to try again. I'm not ready yet. It has been a couple of months since I've gotten his box of ashes and his teddy bear out of my bedside table which I think is progress in grieving. The next couple of weeks will be harder since we should have been bringing a baby home from the hospital either by scheduled c-section this week or his due date of February 6th. There have definitely been more thoughts of how this is so unfair and wondering if I'll ever get to bring another baby home or finally give Jonah the partner he has been wanting. Mostly I'm grateful for being surrounded by friends and family to help us and for 3 boys who keep me busy and remind me how blessed I am. I'm thankful that one day I will hold Benjamin again.

This was quite lengthy and I could have cut down on the detail for Benjamin's pregnancy and birth but I needed to write this for me. I am not sharing any pictures at this time and I don't know if I ever will. Right now I can't look at the pictures but I can still see him clearly in my mind as I held him.