Friday, September 25, 2009

Here’s the Scenario…

I had just finished changing Aed’s nappy and settled in to finish feeding him.

Enjoying a chat with my hubby when all of a sudden I feel a warm sensation on my stomach. At the same time, Aed stops sucking and gets a look on his face. Yes indeed, I’m getting peed on.

We had decided to run to Tesco for groceries since we ran out of food today so we took him upstairs to change his clothes.

Putting on the jacket, he spits up a huge amount all over his fresh clothes.

In the meantime, the doorbell rings. Some sweet friends brought us dinner. We invite them in for a chat and while we are chatting Aed poops (still wearing his spit up clothes).

We take him upstairs after they leave to change his nappy again and find he has pooped all over his clothes (even his socks). Which was exceedingly disgusting.

As we are changing his clothes after cleaning him up, we realize that he peed while his nappy was off and is sitting in a puddle.

We dry off the outside of the diaper (since nothing on the inside got wet), dry off him and the changing table, and put on some new clothes.

I’m not sure he could have fit more bodily functions into that time frame. Needless to say, we were impressed and very thankful he managed to do it all before we left the house :)

Monday, September 14, 2009

Two Weeks In

Well we’ve survived for two weeks with our little man :) This is largely due to the help of my mom.. I mean, we’d still be alive I’m sure if she weren’t here, but we’d probably all be naked, starving, slightly more insane, and smelly. I had no idea how much laundry that little body would produce!

I am feeling really good and very thankful for that. Being so sleep deprived makes recovering seem like it is taking forever, but I think we are well passed the worst of it. We’ve been getting out of the house most every day for errands and walks, to the doctor (I managed to get myself some mastitis), to a goodbye party, even to church yesterday. We haven’t quite mastered timing between feeds to where we get ourselves home before he’s a little mad about his empty tumtum, but it will get easier as he gets more consistent.

Here he is for one of his first strolls outside.

(Looking at this picture, I am reminded of this post that I wrote way back when.. I think I may have been right :)

All his clothes are still a little too big, so we do a lot of rolling of the cuffs so he doesn’t feel quite so much like a swimmer, and you know, so he can see out from under his hats.

Ian and I most definitely made a squirmer. This kid can get out of any swaddle. He has even escaped a miracle blanket – which is a kind of miraculous. He really likes to be swaddled though and sleeps really well when his hands are tied. When all the swaddle blankets are in the wash, I have to admit I’ve been reduced to clothespins a few times to try to keep his hands contained so he doesn’t disturb the peace by smacking himself in the face..

(You'll notice in this photo the mattress of his moses basket has a blanket wrapped around it. Our sensitive little guy just couldn't sleep on that thin, uncomfortable mattress! :) Also, after this pic was taken, I had to promptly add another clothespin because he could still hit himself in the face.. oh boy..)

Though we have some very not fun awake times (read: Aed screams his head off while we shush him and wiggle him and crinkle things at him and dance around the room with him and…), he has some really fun awake times too when he is peaceful and looking around at our faces and lights – he even looks at his black and white ‘Faces’ book (thanks Gartenmans!) with great intensity. We’re pretty sure he’s a genius.

Despite the moments of difficulty, we can’t get over his cuteness (we just said to each other this afternoon how cute he is even when he’s screaming :) and are both really enjoying being parents. We’ll see how we survive on our own come next week ::insert scary music here:: (but we’re trying not to think about that yet..)

Friday, September 04, 2009

Welcoming Aed Andrew Church

Aed (pronounced ād) Andrew Church was born Sunday August 30th at 8:15pm in Dundee, Scotland. He weighed 7lbs 8 ounces and was 20½ inches long.

Corrie started having very weak contractions Friday the 28th, but they did not start in earnest until Sunday morning. By noon Sunday, Corrie was having regular sustained contractions 3 minutes apart; however, when we went to the hospital they found that she was still only 2cm dilated and suggested that she go home to continue laboring for awhile longer (they said we should come back to the hospital when Corrie “can’t take the pain anymore"). So, we went home and she decided to labor in a warm bath while watching Elf and, after that, Horton Hears a Who (although Corrie really didn't see any of Horton as her eyes were never open at that point.. but we can guarantee those movies will never be the same again ☺). By 5:30pm Sunday evening Corrie was having extended contractions almost on top of one another, at which point, we went to the hospital once again. We were admitted by 6:30pm; Corrie now being found to be 7cm dilated! Shortly thereafter, we were holding our little Aed in our arms (the ‘pushing stage’ of labor only lasted 25 minutes).

Aed is an old Gaelic name meaning ‘fire’. It is our prayer that our son, by the grace of God, will be a light in this dark world – that he would have a heart that burns for Jesus and his truth. We pray that he will be a refining fire in the hands of the Lord, discerning worth from waste, virtue from vice, truth from false.

Andrew is a fairly obvious choice, since our son will enjoy his first years of life with us here in St Andrews. Being born in another country is a unique claim and he will bear the name Andrew (along with the Apostle Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland) as a reminder of his starting place.

We’ve been enjoying our son for five days now, and while we have our moments of shock and awe as any new parents do, we are finding ourselves more in love with him all the time. We are praising the Lord for the safe delivery of our healthy boy and praying for the Lord’s nearness to him in all the years to come.

Some of our sweet boy's first moments.

Spending time with Mamma

Daddy is the best cuddler

bright eyes!

Our little family