Thursday, July 28, 2011

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Story

The doctor wanted to induce me a week in advance, since he was going to be gone on the trek for two days--but I was genuinely curious to see when this baby would come on his own.  I've always gone at least a little early, so I was surprised to find myself still pregnant on Tuesday, the day before my due date.  I went ahead and scheduled my induction for the afternoon of the next day, and joked with everyone that it was the best way to get him to come on his own. 

Sure enough, that night as we cleaned up dinner, I felt some serious contractions and started timing them.  It would be so funny if he came tonight, we joked, since Wednesday morning was the only truly inconvenient time for TJ to missing work all summer.  The contractions still came, and so we finished getting the kids ready for bed, called Louise over from across the street, and hurried to the hospital. 

The nurse proclaimed that she'd be "more impressed" if the baby's head was down and if I had dilated beyond a three.  Okay, seriously, I don't have much of a grudge, but just a tiny one.  I should have complained louder about the pain; long story short, she encouraged us to go home after a couple of hours of painful, unproductive contractions.  We should have stayed.

Fifteen minutes after arriving home, during another hard contraction, my water broke.  We hurried out the door while our devoted Louise made her way over yet again.  It was a little after 11.

The contractions were really hard and fast now, and I began to worry that I wouldn't get my crucial, essential, life-saving epidural.  I had endured enough of natural labor only up to a point before, but enough to know that beyond that, I would certainly burst into flames.  I've always lived in fear and dread of a world without those precious drugs.

We got to the hospital at 11:36.  A very painful twenty minutes later, Isaiah came into the world without the aid of anesthesia, or a doctor for that matter.  I didn't die.  I didn't even tear.  And my screaming was on the dignified side of things, TJ later assured me.  I have to say, I'm a bit proud, very awed, and pretty sure I never want to do it that way again. 

Isaiah is perfect.  He was eight pounds, one ouce, twenty inches and a quarter, and has the same red fuzz Ezra did when he was born.  He also sports the same pointy elf ears and huge feet.  He has an adorable dimple that I can't wait to see more of when he starts smiling.  He eats like a champ and sleeps...pretty well.  He hates air conditioning so we keep him bundled as if in the snows of December.  Going outside in the 100 degree heat is a special treat for him, and that's where he always gets his baths.

On the way home Wednesday evening, we stopped at Walgreens for the essentials: Lortab, milk, cheese, binkies, and dark chocolate.  The kids spent the first three days with Georgia, so TJ and I had two days at home with just the baby.  It was the perfect "babymoon."  Plenty of peace and quiet, freedom to sleep whenever and wherever, and lots of time to just love on the baby.  Thanks so much, Georgia and Lance! 

TJ has completely devoted himself to my comfort the past five days: he's done housework, yardwork, shopping, childcare, late nights and early mornings.  He has been showering me with gifts, too.  He arranged a gorgeous bouquet for me while I was in the hospital.  And he bought me an Ipod--something I've long wanted and never been able to spend the money on.  Really, though, just having him here so much has been the biggest luxury of all.  I wouldn't care if he worked in a steel mill, personally, as long as I could have him home as much as he is with his current job.  That he loves what he does is just a nice bonus.













The kids came home Friday night, and have been driving us just a little bit crazy since then.  Turns out that five is more than four!  They've really been enjoying the baby, though, and as long as we keep Paul's mostly loving embraces to a minimum, it's healthy for everybody.  I am filled with awe that the Lord trusts us with such spectacular spirits.  Isaiah truly is blessed to be able to grow up with such siblings.  And we are blessed to have his sweet spirit in our home.  

Isaiah Glen Dick



Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting;
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
-William Wordsworth

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I Just Want to Say...

This has been the best summer ever.

The kids are getting big.  They're doing chores in such a way that my load is actually lightened--imagine that!  They're getting old enough to read to themselves and each other.  They're trustworthy enough to look after Paul in the backyard while I mop the floor.  They understand accountability and generally do their best to obey the rules.  They're loving that they have no homework and no school--just hours and hours to do with what they wish. 

Our neighborhood is packed with kids, and the doorbell rings all day long.  At the beginning of the summer, I was concerned that my kids were racing through their chores and taking off to play with friends all day--totally ignoring each other.  So I planned lots of down time for them and stopped accepting every request for time with friends.  The results have been so great.  They've been building forts with couch cushions, playing board games, watching movies, wrestling, and playing with their toys together.  Mostly, though, they goof around.  They giggle at potty jokes when they think I can't hear.  They chase each other in circles.  They wrestle.  Half the time I think the noise will drive me crazy, but I can't stop smiling. I just love to see them enjoying each other so much.   

Catching Up!

Today is one week short of my due date, and since my doctor is leaving town tomorrow, he offered to induce me tonight.  Since I feel really well, though, and since I'm curious to see when this baby will come on his own (within reason) I passed.  But I wonder if tonight's the night, anyway.  TJ thinks it is.  And, if we're going to be scientific about it, I am wearing the same shirt I wore when I went into labor with Paul--and I am blogging, which is another thing I did that night.  So we'll see.
In the interest of having a fresh slate to post baby pictures on in the near future, I thought I'd do a little catching up.  Here is what we've been up to this summer:


Waiting at the airport for Kendall to return from his mission in the Phillipines.




This is us back at the house after greeting Kenny at the airport!  We missed you, Tana! 


This is Paul on any given day.  He loves chocolate smoothies, Otter Pops, and any other sticky substance he can get his hands on.  I usually dress him at least once a day, but I've gotten to where I use his clothes judiciously in order to make it through the week!

This is Eliza on her 7 1/2 birthday.  She got this bike from us, as well as an awesome water party in the park behind our house.



It was a low-maintenance, high fun blowout.  We all got wet, right off the bat--in order to survive the heat.  The water baseball game turned out to be a little above our age group's interest, so mostly it was just a huge water fight.  And we all had a blast. 

The Dick Family Reunion was the same weekend.  We had a fantastic time.  I can't prove it, though, because my camera spent a majority of the time being lost.  Highlights were seeing TJ do Just Dance with his nieces, putting on the Talent Show, swimming, enjoying the gorgeous accomodations and amazing food (thanks, David and Chan!), and, last but not least--fooling Chantel into thinking I had gone into labor. 

 So, we noticed that Mom's Wall of Adult Children featured family, family, family, family, single guy. 
So we put this note on Kendall's picture.  AVAILABLE  For information regaurding creating a family with Kendall, please call 688-8142.

We are so happy that Kendall is home!

And I'm always so happy to post pictures like this of Georgia!

Okay, picture this.  Fourth of July at my house.  The whole Monnett clan is over, and kids are running wild while we prep the shish kebabs.  Upstairs, downstairs, front yard, back yard.  So, I had gotten Paul up from a late nap and had forgotten to get him a snack, and I may have lost track of him for a few minutes.  So he takes matters into his own hands--he goes into the garden and harvests all of it.  I find him on top of the picnic table munching contentedly on a green pepper, and TJ finds a pile of underripe produce in the back yard.  I guess he was saving some for the next time we forgot to feed him!
 
After the barbeque, we walked down to the overlook on the bike path and watched the fireworks from there.  Popsicles on the way there, poppers on the way back.  It was the perfect Fourth of July.

 TJ made Ezra two wooden swords last week.  This is how I found Ezra the following morning.  Reminds me of that scripture in the Book of Mormon about men sleeping on their swords!
 And here is Paul in his natural element once again (covered in chocolate.)  Actually, one of our biggest events this summer has been the laying of turf in the backyard.   TJ worked like a slave to get it done, and also put in a couple of rope swings and a rope bridge between the trees.  The place is transformed into Kid Heaven.  Every day this week, the neighbor kids have been over to chill in the backyard with our kids. 

So that's our summer so far.  Trips to the library, swimming, cousins, Otter Pops and rope swings.  We are really living the dream. 


The Prayer

TJ gave a mini-concert at a local bank last week.  I joined him on this song, so naturally it was the best one.  :)