Mom and baby enjoy some sunshine!
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Owen loving his grandma!
Let me just start this post by saying we're grateful Caitlin's mom came to stay with us for Owen's first week, or else he may never have survived long enough to take half of these pictures.
Owen's first sponge bath! "Mom, that's cold!"
A deceiving proportion of Owen's pictures are of him sleeping. I think that is just the only time we have the ability to snap a photo. Caitlin can attest, he does NOT sleep as much as advertised.
The shirt says one thing, but the face says another.
Now we are okay again.
...and back to sleep.
He is oblivious to his toys, but Mom still appreciates a quick break sometimes.
A boy and his rubber ducky.
Being a baby is EXHAUSTING.
Owen quickly discovering true love! I am hopeful he will continue to enjoy football so that we can outnumber Mom for the remote on Saturdays!
Thirty-five minutes. That is how long we had been home from the hospital. That is how long we thought this parenting thing might be possible, before Owen's body resonated with a sound that dispelled all worry about our baby's previously inactive bowels.
So soon, it was time to christen that fancy changing table we got. We opened the diaper and it looked like this kid paved a 4-lane highway in there. Apparently there is a learning curve with diaper changing, because it took only a few seconds for both Caitlin and I--well, and Owen--to have poop smeared somewhere on us.
True love is when your hands smell like someone else's poop.
Right about the time we thought we regained control of the situation, Owen started peeing all over the changing table, us, and his own face. All three of us needed to change our clothes.
One down, 7,299* diapers to go.
*Calculation of 7,300 diapers in child's life is based on my own made up assumptions of averaging 8 diapers per day for 2.5 years.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
This little boy did NOT want to come out, so on September 28th--one week after his due date--we headed to the hospital to induce labor.
The gowns are fabulous.
Last picture of us as a family of two!
The evening started out happy. Then labor happened.
The original plan was to come to the hospital in the evening, use the medicine Cytotec that night to ripen the cervix, and then start Pitocin the next morning to induce labor. Instead, the Cytotec triggered active labor right away. Caitlin spent the next 13 hours suffering through contractions spacing only 1 to 2 minutes apart.
On multiple occasions, baby's heart rate would fall during particularly intense contractions. At one point we had 5 nurses rush in at once to hook Caitlin up to oxygen, add medications to the IV, and inject Caitlin with another medication to help restore his heart rate. Around 8am, Caitlin could not bear the pain anymore and requested an epidural. Unfortunately, that was the exact moment the anesthesiologist went into a C-section procedure. What followed was the longest 75 minutes of Caitlin's life. Finally, she was able to receive the epidural, and life got significantly better from then on.
The pain was dampened, the Pitocin was started, but the dilation was still unbearably slow. After the 13 hours of labor described above, Caitlin was still only dilated 1 cm when she received the epidural. Baby continued to scare us periodically by having his heart rate drop. Finally, in the early afternoon when Caitlin was still only dilated 3 cm, our doctor broke her water in an attempt to stimulate the process. That was when we discovered the placenta was deteriorating and tearing away from the uterus. So much blood came out with the amniotic fluid--combined with the slow progression of labor--that the possibility of a C-section became significantly more likely.
Ultimately, a lot of not enjoyable things happened between Monday night and Tuesday night, but thankfully they held off on the surgery and Caitlin's body jumped into hyper-speed around late afternoon. After no progress for so long, they checked Caitlin again and saw she was at 7 cm. Then, only an hour or so later, she was fully dilated and doctor came to help her start pushing. Caitlin did such a good job pushing, and only 30-40 minutes later Owen Matthew Francis was born!
Owen Matthew Francis. September 29, 2015. 6:34pm MDT.
8 lbs, 8 oz. 21.25 inches.
Three unbelievable things happened: Caitlin endured that much pain, this baby contorted his body in a way to squeeze through the birth canal, and I managed to watch the entire delivery without fainting. The phrase, "childbirth is a miracle," is just an overused cliche until you actually witness it.
First family picture that night, after they moved us into a postpartum room. Caitlin was a little sleepy, going on 40 hours without sleep, and--you know--pushing a human being out of her body.
After a little sleep (emphasis still on the word 'little'), Caitlin was the happiest Mommy there ever was.
And I held a newborn for the first time in my life.
Such a cutie with his scaly little foot!
Like father, like son.
So soon, the hospital tells you it's time to go! Who decided we were qualified to care for a human by ourselves?!
Nonetheless, off we were! Updates to follow on if we all survive!
Monday, April 13, 2015
Thanks to Alaska Airlines' $42 sale on airfare, we were lucky enough to go on an impulse vacation to San Francisco! Days after booking the flights and hotel, we found out we are expecting a baby too so this turned into our first family vacation!
Hotel Whitcomb: our home! While the airfare was amazingly cheap, hotels were anything but. We had to share a room with a hobo just to keep it under one paycheck. We booked it right away when we saw a decent price...before looking it up on Google. (Note: don't do that. When we later typed 'Hotel Whitcomb' into Google, the first auto-finish suggestion was 'Hotel Whitcomb haunted'.)
(It really does look haunted, by the way.)
The lobby is gorgeous though! It used to be an extremely fancy, highly rated hotel--it just hasn't been renovated in...well, ever.
Unfortunately, the area on Market Street where the hotel is located has gone downhill since its heyday. When we got to our first trolley stop we noticed flames billowing from a trashcan across the street.
Turns out someone set it on fire. (Naturally.) This is how the firemen left it.
Also in our first few minutes down by our hotel, we saw a homeless man running down the street yelling incomprehensibly; mid-stride, he grabbed the back of another man's electric wheelchair and pulled both the wheelchair and the old man in it to the ground. That was the moment we determined to always be back in our hotel room before dark.
The trolleys that went from our hotel out to Fisherman's Wharf were really fun! Each one is an original trolley from different cities around the world. They all still have the original paint work so you can tell where the one you are riding came from.
Port of San Francisco Ferry Building
We found the water!
San Francisco takes public restrooms to a whole new level. Self-cleaning after every use!
While walking down the street looking at shops, a bush jumped out at us yelling! Somewhere on YouTube I am sure you can find Caitlin and I jumping a mile in the air in terror. As soon as we came to our senses again, we realized there were people all around laughing and recording us on their phones. Above you can see the culprit preparing for his next victims.
Everywhere we travel, we try to bring back a wood animal for our growing collection. It is an easy task in Mexico, but proved more difficult in San Francisco. Fact: there are only so many miles you can walk, and so many shops you can scour in search of a wood animal before a pregnant lady will rebel and just sit down wherever she is. (It was sheer irony, however, that she happened to give up and sit down on a giant wood animal.)
Next we took a bay cruise out to the Golden Gate bridge and around Alcatraz.
Famous San Francisco sea lions on the way out of port.
When we got back to our hotel that first night, it was hosting an apparent "men in head-to-toe black leather" convention. We were pretty bummed that we left all our leather at home.
The second day we wanted to see the Golden Gate Bridge again, so we found a bus line that took us all the way out there. On the way out, we didn't realize that the bus wouldn't just magically stop at the best bridge lookout without us mentioning we wanted to get off...so we just rode the bus all the way to the end of the line. The end of the line turned out to be a beautiful beach though, so not all was lost!
We are quick learners, and managed to get off the bus at the right place on the way back at least.
The bridge is HUGE!
...baby makes three!
After the bridge, we went to Alamo Park to see the "painted ladies" (iconic Victorian houses in the city).
Day 3: back at Pier 39.
Fun story: Caitlin cannot keep her eyes open during pictures if the sun is shining somewhere in the world. (Sure, this picture may actually look sunny, but I have similar pictures in the cloudy rain with a similar result.)
Aquarium at Pier 39 was a little underwhelming, but the touch pond sting rays made up for it!
This little guy would literally come straight for Caitlin flapping his fin out of the water as if waving "pet me!"
Clam chowder in a bread bowl from Boudin for lunch!
Bread bowls are not the only shapes they make.
Turns out that you have to walk up a LOT of hills to get to the curviest street in America...it also turns out that pregnant ladies don't enjoy walking up lots of hills...not even a little bit. I learned a lot about pregnant ladies' preferences on this trip.
From the top.
I made up for the hills by taking Caitlin to Ghirardelli Square immediately after. It was a good move.
Strawberry chocolate ice cream sundaes make Caitlin happy. Always.
From Ghirardelli Square we took the famous San Francisco streetcar to Chinatown.
They made me wear my backpack on my front while holding onto the streetcar. I thought it was dumb and unnecessary...until we passed another streetcar going the other direction. (They didn't engineer the track lines for very large people holding onto the sides.)
Inspired by the countless Chinese menus thrust on us while walking the streets, we decided we needed real Chinese food for dinner...
...so we walked to the coolest mall I have ever seen to get Panda Express from the food court!
We don't do well with cuisine experimentation.
Day 4: Golden Gate Park
The California Academy of Sciences (in the park) is awesome.
They have a rainforest exhibit with parrots, butterflies, and all sorts of other things!
And a huge aquarium in the basement.
And green stuff growing on the roof.
De Young Museum
The observatory tower at the de Young Museum (also in Golden Gate Park) is an awesome AND FREE place where you can see the entire city in all directions.
It also happened to be the second Tuesday of the month, which is free entrance day to the Botanical Garden. I kept peaking through the gate to try to see as much as I could without going in; meanwhile Caitlin keeps pointing off to the side. Finally she gives up on trying to get my attention and says, "Idiot, it's free today."
Redwoods in the park!
Japanese Tea Garden: not free.
We became public transit pros.
Day 5: Coit Tower!
Pier 39 and Alcatraz from above.
Please note two things: clouds and Caitlin's eyes.
Saints Peter and Paul Church
Waiting in line for Mama's! Caitlin is the tiny one in the red coat at the very, very end.
Last stop before heading to the airport was the Exploratorium.
Infrared camera. Finally there is proof that my nose is constantly freezing!
Giant bubble reflection.
And so soon, we were heading back to the hotel to check out.
Goodbye, Hotel Whitcomb! It was such a fun trip!