Appointments

Im not sure if Virginia has been doing alot of growing in the past week or maybe her weight was down a little while she was sick, but in the past week she has gained 9 ounces and now tips the scales at 16 pounds.  Im hopeful that she will make it onto the growth chart for her actual age by her first birthday. 

Virginia was released by the retinologist back in May after 6 months of being followed for Retinopathy of Prematurity.  At our final appointment the Doctor suggested that Ginny be seen by a pediatric opthamologist to be checked for other vision issues that preemies are at risk for.  Despite her upset look in the picture above, she was a perfect patient and did very well during the exam.  The doctor noted that she does have some farsightedness in both eyes but nothing out of the range of normal for her history.  He doesn't need to see her again until she is 3!  Admittedly I spent part of the week worrying about this exam and the possibility of her needing glasses (how on earth do you keep glasses on a 10 month old?!), so I was quite relieved with the good report.

Virginia came with me to my Ob/Gyn appointment today.  She sat with my doctor  (who delivered her) while we hashed out all the different opinions from several different specialists regarding Virginia's early birth and how I may be treated should we decide to have anymore children.  After all of the complications before Virginia's birth and after, Heath and I are so thankful for his knowledge and skill. I often talk about the amazing care that Virginia received in the NICU but of equal (or more) importance to Virginia's outcome was the care that I received from my OB team.  They were realistic (even when realistic opinions were quite upsetting at 22 weeks) yet supportive and did everything they could to keep me pregnant as long as possible.  Most importantly, my doctor made the decision to take me in for my c-section before the emergency situation turned into desperate situation.  I firmly believe this is why Virginia was able to avoid infections and brain bleeds in those early critical days.

He checked in on Virginia often while she was in the NICU, but this was the first time that he held her since he handed off her tiny 1lb 7oz body to the pediatricians last October.    

never the same

There are some things that will just never be the same again.  Its really the little things that bring me straight back to all that we have gone through in the past year.  It is the most random things that give me that pit in my stomach.

The smell of athletic tape that used to remind me of high school soccer practice but now brings me right back to kangarooing with Virginia.  Instead of having that newborn baby smell she just smelled like athletic tape from the all of the adhesive tape used to keep her tubes in place.  

The ding in my windshield that I got as I was driving to the hospital to be admitted.  I still have not gotten it fixed. 

The start of football season.  I thought Virginia was going to be a super bowl sunday baby and she arrived during week 7 of the season.  

The hum of the air conditioner in the middle of the night that sounds just like the puffs of the ventilators in nursery 3.  

The super spicy foods that I used to love that now just remind me of the way that my stomach felt while on magnesium.  

I95 south.  The ride south on I95 south from New Haven to Fairfield will always remind me of the drives home from the hospital.  I never wanted to leave Virginia and I often bottled up all of the emotions from any given day... many tears were shed as I passed west haven, orange, milford, stratford and bridgeport.  



Then there are the things that bring me right back and give me that quiet calm.

The smell of the pink blanket that Grandma Fairley made for Virginia.  I still havent washed it and it still has the distinct NICU/Virginia scent.

Getting on I95 North.  No matter where Im going, getting on I95 North always reminds me of that anticipation of seeing Virginia.  I still always feel like I should get off at rt 34. 

Elevators.  The elevator ride to the 4th floor of the children's hospital was always a zen moment in rush to get from the parking garage to the NICU.  Heath and I gave each other the same look as we took a nice deep breath every single night that we rode that elevator.

11:11.  I still see that time on the clock all the time.  Rationally I know that its just that I am aware of it more often, but it is such a special reminder of Virginia's precious life.  

100th Post

After 100 blog posts about Our Little Virginia its seems appropriate that this post is all about the "sweet spot"  that we seem to be in these days.  After a week of worrying about Virginia's first illness outside of the hospital and trudging through the work week, this weekend was the epitome of feeling like life is pretty darn good these days.

Bob Bob was in town visiting and we spent most of the weekend eating, relaxing, and hanging out at the beach.  We are in a bit of a parenting "sweet spot" these days.  Virginia can sit and play independently but is not yet mobile.  She takes a solid 2 naps a day but is flexible about where, when and what time those occur.  She eats 3 solid meals a day and takes a bottle or breastfeeds 4 times a day but we are no longer tied down the the strict to-the-minute-bottle-better-be-ready schedule that we used to be on.  We are having one of those weekends where this parenting thing seems like it is going pretty smoothly and we have a bit of amnesia about how much we were doubting ourselves and struggling through the previous few days.  Life is funny like that.

Virginia loved the beach this weekend.  She played with toys, babbled at the seagulls, and watched all the big kids play in the water.

Ginny can sit up in a big girl tub now!  She loves splashing the water while Daddy gives her a bath.

10 Months Old! And 6 months at home :)

Virginia is 10 Months old Today!  Even more amazing is that she has been home with us for 6 months. The first 4 months of her life may have been the slowest and hardest of our lives, but these 6 months have flown by.  

At 10 Months Virginia:

Weighs 15lbs 7oz and is 26.5 inches long.  

Is sitting independently 

Rolling all around - only when she wants to though.  

Is eating 3 meals a day and becoming very picky about her bottles

Is learning how to eat finger foods

Wakes up happy and will roll around and play in her crib until we get her.  

Sadly, Virginia is also fighting off her first cold and ear infection.   She is fighting through it with a smile and like the strong little girl that she has always been.   She seems to be on the mend today, so hopefully this "first" is almost behind us.  

She likes to stand too!  She cant pull to a stand yet, but when she gets close we will certainly be lowering that crib mattress.

Maine!

Virginia and I both made our first visits to Maine this weekend! Unfortunately Heath had Saturday class, as he does all of this month, so he was not able to join us.   Diana, Nate, Claire and the rest of the Lauring Family were so kind to host us at their gorgeous beach house for the weekend and were so helpful.  I've learned how to travel solo with Virginia, but it is always much easier when you have alot of people around to help :) 

Virginia and Claire loved playing in the sand, dipping their toes in the ocean and generally being the center of attention.  They had us laughing all weekend.  

Thanks to the Laurings & Ostbergs  for such a great weekend!

We finished out the weekend with dinner and lots of laughs with some of our friends from the NICU.  There is no bond like the one between families that have been down this road before.  

Look at how great all of these October 2011 miracles are doing. 

Flashback Friday

I didn't think I had any photos from Virginia's pregnancy until I came across this photo on my phone.  I think this was taken around 20 weeks.  I don't really remember ever having a belly that big and Im not sure why I even took the photo that morning but Im thankful that I did. Its hard to remember that part of my pregnancy, the part before things got quite scary, but I can see so much happiness and hope in this photo.  Thankfully we never lost that happiness or hope, it was our only way to cope through the tough times.  Out of that happiness and hope has blossomed one of the happiest babies I know.

mom confessions

I haven't had one of these posts in a while and there is definitely some things worth confessing.  As a fair warning, baby poop, breastfeeding, and pumping breast milk are all discussed below.  Feel free to skip over this post if those things make you cringe. I promise you wont need to wash your eyes out afterwards and you might even get a little chuckle.  

Baby poop from solid foods is gross.  Dealing with it is by far the biggest downside to cloth diapers.

On more than one occasion baby poop has gone missing in the walk from the changing table to the toilet.  There is nothing more awkward than searching for baby poop on the floor.

I'm ready to be done pumping in general but I know I will miss that break from the middle of the work day on the rare occasion that I just pump and read a magazine and not pump while reviewing contracts or answering emails.   

Speaking of pumping... by quick estimation in 9.5 months I have spent around 800-850 hours pumping (thats a whopping 33-35 days) (yipes.. thats a month of pumping.. straight).  The sad part is that I used to be a slave to the schedule with 8-10 sessions per day and that was a good excuse for never making it to the gym.. That schedule has been dramatically reduced for a few months now I still don't seem to make it to the gym... 

Virginia stares down our food now and I'm seriously dreading having to hide/ get rid of the naughty foods that I definitely don't want her seeing us eat and then wanting to eat herself.  Ice Cream, cookies, and the occasional soda have been fixtures in our house for a long time.

Sadly I have put on as many pounds as Virginia since she came home from the hospital.  Its time to get rid of those cookies and ice cream anyway :) 

I'm so glad my mom sleep trained Virginia for naps.  I'm a big wuss and if my Mom hadn't gotten Ginny to self soothe and go down for consistent naps Id still be doing chores with a napping 15 pound baby strapped to me in the carrier.  

Purely out of curiosity I  showed Virginia a 1.5 minute Elmo video on youtube the other day.  It was seriously baby crack streaming though the computer, unbelievable and horrifying at the same time ;). There was squealing and leg kicking involved (by Virginia, I was able to contain myself ).

Lastly,  I had a rental car last week.  Two rental cars actually.  The first was a sporty-ish black sedan that must have sensed that I wasn't exuding enough mom-ness and died.  The only replacement that Enterprise had available was a white minivan.  Ohh the horror!  After driving that beast around for 4 days I am totally missing the automatic closing doors, the generous cup holders, and the stow and go seating.