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I’m proud to announce the arrival of Talia Grace!
We are feeling blessed in every way right now.
She was born around 9:30 the night of the 21st, weighing 6 lbs 15 oz and measuring 20 inches.
She amazes us. I think we are all in love.
I was getting pretty dang impatient waiting around, but I’m glad that everything worked out how it did. On my birthday, the 19th, Pruitt and I went to breakfast at a new place. It was great. I had a cafe au lait, decaf of course, and eggs with potatoes. We relaxed together enjoying each others company. We sat in a room to ourselves with the sun streaming in a window. The restaurant is in an old house and has a little boutique so he found a little Happy Birthday sign in the store part and put it on the table. He is one of those people that pays attention to detail. “Happy 38 years dear.”
We went to the farmers market, walked around together talking and planning. I am happy that we had that special day together as my mom was here to watch the kids. The kids made red velvet cake for my birthday with my moms help of course. We went to dinner that night also. It was so good for me to have some time alone with my husband before the birth of our third. We had needed to have quiet time together more than I realized.
I will hopefully get a birth story written soon, but for now here are some photos.
This was taken the night before her birth.
Laboring in the pool
Right after birth.
It’s a GIRL!
Talia 4 days old
I am just listening to a clock ticking and ticking.
I know this kid has it’s own agenda. Moving along at it’s own pace for sure.
I had my appt this morning. Hopefully my last appointment… I’m 3cm/ 90% effaced and the head is at 0 station. Seems like all this would add up to something ending with a baby. It adds up to Momma is one cranky bitch, but no baby unfortunately.
Today, I think I even forgot for awhile that all of this will result in a child. SOON.
I had regular contractions last night, but it didn’t amount to anything. Maybe it was the panic of oh, shit…the baby doesn’t just magically appear in my arms. I have to go through labor AGAIN. Why the heck did we decide to have a third kid again?
Maybe this extra time is to resolve our issues with our 3yo. He must be psychic I guess, sensing impending change in his self centered world. Many nights lately are interrupted by his screaming and crying. Nothing seems to console him. The other night, he just needed to pee, but was so upset over it that it took nearly an hour to calm him. Last night, was probably one of the easiest…maybe because I felt no resentment in me over him waking us up yet again. It has been hard for me because I’m already sleeping poorly, uncomfortable with needing to pee nine million times a night and with the weight of the baby it’s just difficult to get a good night’s sleep. So when here comes little mister freak-o-matic at midnight as I’ve just managed to fall asleep, I’m not the best momma.
Last night, I really tried to enjoy him, knowing it won’t be long before there is someone else there crying for attention. I could let myself fully snuggle him up to me and comfort him. Tell him that yes, he could sleep close to momma on my pillow with me. Soon, he was all sprawled out snoring contentedly. I know this is how I should have been parenting him all week, but instead Dadda was up carrying him around, showing him the fish tank, getting him water, reading to him. “we need to let mommy sleep, buddy”. We were trying to prepare him for the eventual reality. I think he probably just needs to know his mom is still here and he is important too.
I will probably miss my snuggle time with him as I have a new leaky body/kid to contend with soon.
I go from being happily pregnant, feeling like it would be okay with me to just exist this way, to being really fed up with everything. Everything and everyone. My body, my attitude, my emotions, my family, everyone around me will irritate me so very much that I can hardly stand it. I know this is not the real me. I can be a bitch, but this is really crazy. I still have two weeks until my due date. How will those around me survive? Tonight, I can hardly stand myself.
On an up note, my mom gets here tomorrow. Hopefully, she will enjoy some quality time with her grandbabies and let me have a little alone time that I think is really all I need. Just some time to meditate and talk to the baby and be in the studio to finish up a little artwork and take a nap.
Usually, I am okay, even thriving on the chaos that is my whirlwind of family life. Right now though, it makes me crabby. I really am fit company for no one and my husband is being sooooo nice to me that I want to be nice but seem to be able to only bark orders at him. Poor Guy.
He deserves a night out away from his sick kids and whiney wife.
I hope that in the way that this pregnancy brought my creativity back it also comes with a sense of peace back to me. It seems that when I am way off track the whole group goes crazy.
HELP!
Well, I’ve got about 3 weeks till my due date. I thought it might be time to get some photos.
Here we are ready for bed. The kids are putting some crystals on my belly and talking to their sibling.
Happy New Years Everyone!
