Wednesday, March 25, 2015

The Package Has Arrived


Ta-da!  It was an absolutely miserable process I am not keen to repeat anytime soon, but they were right when they said the end result would be worth it.  After a c-section that was at least four times as horrible as the last one, little Johanna was born just before 4 PM last Friday, 6 lbs 12 oz.  It was tough to bond right away while I was having my own problems in the OR, but Dave got to be there in his hazmat suit to hold her and cut the cord after the fact, and that was cute to watch.

The good news is that little JoJo seems completely healthy and a good size for almost 37 weeks.  The bad news was that the pain meds weren't working for me, and she was born with absolutely no suckling coordination, ruining our rosy plans for breastfeeding.  The lactation people basically gave up on us after a while.  In the meantime, she lost so much weight that they ordered formula supplementation, which bothered me a lot, but fortunately we've been able to keep that to a minimum.  We tried the sneaky supplementation tube while breastfeeding, but she quickly cottoned onto that and just sucked on the tube.  We abandoned that strategy in favor of bottle feeding to save trouble for everyone, and invested in a fancy electric double pump immediately upon arriving home.  It means double the time and effort, but at least we've been able to eliminate the formula and I can keep an accurate log of the volume she's getting.  Yesterday she outgrew her preemie diapers, so it must be working.  First pediatrician appointment is pending.

Her nickname in utero - especially during the last few months - was "the Lump," and I had no idea how appropriate it would be.  I have never encountered a baby who was so laid back.  If she isn't eating or pooping, she's sleeping.  She's pretty much been asleep since they pulled her out.  They tell me part of that is just her trying to catch up to full-term babies, and we're certainly enjoying the quiet.  She sleeps through the dog barking, the vacuum, the veggie juicer, TV, loud music, whatever.  Waking her up for feedings and keeping her awake long enough to finish a bottle (five minutes?) is the toughest job we have at the moment.  I think she'd just continue sleeping and starving if the appropriate milk volume wasn't made so easy to access.  I'm hoping in a few weeks she'll be more alert and able to maintain an interest long enough to work on a decent latch, but we'll see how that goes.  The only time she doesn't sleep is when it is dark and quiet, when the rest of us want to sleep.  We're working though a list of proposed solutions to that problem.

I'm still having a tough time recovering from the surgery, but otherwise life is pretty good.  Right now Dave is reading "The Hobbit" to her while she's sleeping.  Yep, still sleeping.

Monday, January 12, 2015

27 Weeks and Closing

I realized yesterday that we only have nine weeks left.  We've been doing lots of things we don't usually do, like preparing a nursery, but the part of my brain that deals with emotional perception hasn't caught on just yet.  I've been tidying up the extra room; I do that all the time.  I've been building furniture; I do that all the time.  I've been painting walls; I do that all the time.  I've been painting and decoupaging decorative canvases; I do that all the time.  I'm used to pregnancy being a sort of incidental bodily function that eventually resolves itself and disappears without any long-term consequences.  Eventually it will seem real, but in the meantime there's lots of puttering around to do.

I'm still going in every week for a progesterone injection, and every two weeks now I have to get my cervix looked at just to be sure nothing untoward is happening.  So far, so good.  JoJo apparently weighs 2+ pounds and is right on target.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Habemus New Car!

For some reason, we always end up shopping for new cars in January, and with no time to lose.  Our old trusty rusty 2009 Hyundai Elantra's mishap on Christmas Eve apparently resulted in so much structural damage that it was declared a total loss.  It was almost a death in the family; it was my first car, it drove me to Georgia for our wedding, shipped out to California with us, then drove us back to the east coast.  RIP, little car.



Fortunately, USAA is giving us the full retail Blue Book value, which is just short of $10,000.  With this knowledge, enough cash for a decent down payment and a rental which needs to be returned very soon, we trotted off to Carmax and proceeded to shop like we always do, like the entire lot is on fire.

We had some possibilities in mind.  We found several candidates online this morning, including two 2009 Hyundai Elantras with lower mileage.  One was white, and we almost wanted to get it just to make Gandalf jokes.  But neither of them was actually on the lot we were visiting.  We had almost decided to settle for an unfortunately painted powder blue one, but it turned out to be manual, and we're strictly automatic people.  The first one we looked at in the flesh turned out to be a rather drab and disappointing white 2009 Hyundai Accent with no radio and old-fashioned crank windows.  We weren't set on a Hyundai, but the selection was what it was.  We were about to go look at some Kias, but then we saw it.  Across the lane was a beautiful black 2012 Hyundai Accent, the exact car we had originally set out to buy new three Januaries ago.


It was love at first sight.  We had to go a bit over budget, but we didn't care at that point.  We were driving away with it, and that was the end of it.  Turns out it was a fleet car in its previous life, half as old and half as well-traveled as Dave's old car.  I always felt just a teensy bit bad for sniping the new car out from under him back in 2012 when we bought the new Elantra, so now it's his turn to have the spiffy new wheels.  And now we have a very fashionable complementary black and white set of 2012 Hyundais.