Recently, while at dinner, Ethan sighed heavily, got up from his chair, and marched across the living room. He then knelt and very gently covered Ian's feet with the blanket that had been kicked into the floor. Without saying a word he then returned to the table and his dinner. A few minutes later he glanced over and sighed loudly. "Again!?" he exclaimed. He marched back across the room and recovered "baby brother's" feet, a look of pure expasperation on his face.
I know that someday soon they'll be fighting over toys and beating each other with t-ball bats- so I'm enjoying the tender adoration Ethan is showing Ian these days. He's extremely proud- and protective- of his baby brother.
Click on the picture for more shots of Ethan helping me bathe Ian.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Ian Kenneth
Ethan ( with help from Daddy and I) would like to announce the arrival of "baby brother". While my blog entry of a few weeks ago said "yes we can wait", apparently the newest Davis man had other ideas.
Ian Kenneth Davis arrived on Thursday May 11, 2006. He weighed 7lbs 8oz and was 19inches long.
It was a relatively short 6 hour labor but (not so) little Ian couldn't tolerate all the excitement. He spent a few hours in the neo-natal intensive care unit (NICU) to stablizie his blood sugar, temperature and breathing. We're happy to report that he is a picture of health, now.
Click on the picture of my adorable boys to see more photos.
Ian Kenneth Davis arrived on Thursday May 11, 2006. He weighed 7lbs 8oz and was 19inches long.
It was a relatively short 6 hour labor but (not so) little Ian couldn't tolerate all the excitement. He spent a few hours in the neo-natal intensive care unit (NICU) to stablizie his blood sugar, temperature and breathing. We're happy to report that he is a picture of health, now.
Click on the picture of my adorable boys to see more photos.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Happy Derby Day!
It is uniquely appropriate that my first roses of the year should appear on Derby Day.
If you are the superstitious type with your betting, you might be interested to know that I was fairly sure that the bush these roses came from was dead and gone. A long shot rose bush gives perfect first of the year blooms on Derby Day- what more of a sign do you need.
I had to take the picture before the menfolk devoured the pie.
Enjoy Derby Day.
If you are the superstitious type with your betting, you might be interested to know that I was fairly sure that the bush these roses came from was dead and gone. A long shot rose bush gives perfect first of the year blooms on Derby Day- what more of a sign do you need.
I had to take the picture before the menfolk devoured the pie.
Enjoy Derby Day.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Yes, I can wait
I'm sure it's just a polite form of greeting when seeing a very pregnant woman. Much like you would ask any "normal" person "How are you?" without expecting a full health history, you tell a visibly pregnant woman "I bet you can't wait!".
But I can wait.
I realize that I waddle. I admit it and even mock myself. My hips are a full nautical mile apart now. You try walking with hips wider apart than your shoulder blades and a new center of gravity to boot. And, let's be honest, I was never a very graceful person to begin with! I realize that it really looks like I stuffed a pumpkin in my underwear and that my face, feet, hands and even my knees are swollen. I realize that I wheeze and pant with every step.
But I can wait.
This little boy isn't due until June 5th. He needs to grow a bit more before making his entrance into this world, even though the idea of him growing larger is slightly terrifying. He needs to let his lungs fully mature, his liver prepare to handle life outside the womb, and his swallow reflex to develop.
Ethan was born at 37 weeks and he was a very healthy boy. But he had reflux, he didn't pick up on nursing well and he gained weight slowly (at first). If waiting until 38, 39, or 40 weeks helps eliminate those problems, I can wait.
I can wait. These are the last few weeks when Ethan has his Mamma all to himself. While I miss being able to dance with him and take long walks to the park, I know that my attention will be seriously divided very soon. Actually having a lap for him to sit on while reading stories won't matter when his baby brother is needing to be fed.
We've come this far. We prayed for this baby and have been fighting for the past 7 weeks to keep him safe and sound. After coming this far, a few more weeks hardly matter.
So ask me "How much longer?" and remark "I bet you can't wait". You'll get a secretive little smile and a nod.
Mark can wait; Ethan can wait; I can wait.
Baby brother will be here soon. Until then, we're enjoying the wait.
But I can wait.
I realize that I waddle. I admit it and even mock myself. My hips are a full nautical mile apart now. You try walking with hips wider apart than your shoulder blades and a new center of gravity to boot. And, let's be honest, I was never a very graceful person to begin with! I realize that it really looks like I stuffed a pumpkin in my underwear and that my face, feet, hands and even my knees are swollen. I realize that I wheeze and pant with every step.
But I can wait.
This little boy isn't due until June 5th. He needs to grow a bit more before making his entrance into this world, even though the idea of him growing larger is slightly terrifying. He needs to let his lungs fully mature, his liver prepare to handle life outside the womb, and his swallow reflex to develop.
Ethan was born at 37 weeks and he was a very healthy boy. But he had reflux, he didn't pick up on nursing well and he gained weight slowly (at first). If waiting until 38, 39, or 40 weeks helps eliminate those problems, I can wait.
I can wait. These are the last few weeks when Ethan has his Mamma all to himself. While I miss being able to dance with him and take long walks to the park, I know that my attention will be seriously divided very soon. Actually having a lap for him to sit on while reading stories won't matter when his baby brother is needing to be fed.
We've come this far. We prayed for this baby and have been fighting for the past 7 weeks to keep him safe and sound. After coming this far, a few more weeks hardly matter.
So ask me "How much longer?" and remark "I bet you can't wait". You'll get a secretive little smile and a nod.
Mark can wait; Ethan can wait; I can wait.
Baby brother will be here soon. Until then, we're enjoying the wait.
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