At 19 pounds, it can be tiring carrying Ezra around all day, and we’ve been eagerly looking forward to him sitting unassisted. In the past three days Ezra’s gotten incredibly stable, though we’re definitely going to need to spot him for at least another week or two. Here’s some video footage with the obligatory “new Wolf cub sitting video” ending (here’s Gloria and Micah for reference):
I’ve been enjoying looking through photos and finding interesting comparisons between pairs of – or even all three of – our little ones at various stages of their early development. We’ll be posting these with the side by side tag on the blog.
Here’s a cute one for today. Our fabulous doula captured these shots of our newborns’ first moments bonding with their sweet daddy. It appears Kenny has his own preferred way of meeting a newborn.
Ezra Abraham, our third and last little one, came screaming into the world on Friday morning, after a very quick and intense labor. He was born at 8:05am and weighed 8 pounds, 1 ounce and measured 22 inches long (very tall!). Incredibly, big brother Micah was born on a Friday morning at 8:04am – and their birth stories had several other parallels. With both boys, I was dilated to 3cm and 50% effaced the day before labor began, and labor started in the early morning and proceeded rapidly from there. Because things had moved along so quickly with Micah, we knew that we should head into the hospital quickly this time around. When we arrived, I was pronounced to be 6cm dilated and quickly admitted (just as I had been with Micah).
This labor seemed more intense and painful than the previous one – perhaps because I hadn’t spent much time reviewing my comfort techniques this time around, or perhaps because (as we learned later) baby was in an awkward position (occiput posterior, aka “sunny-side up”). My doctor offered to break my water just after 7am, when I was at 9cm, and I quickly agreed. I had expected the baby to be out within minutes of this procedure, as Micah was, but due to the baby’s position it took some time for him to descend. Fortunately, after a few rather uncomfortable maneuvers, we were able to get baby into the proper alignment, and once we did he came barreling out just like his big brother did. My doctor excitedly held him up and exclaimed, “Hey guys, it’s a boy!” (she – and we – had anticipated a girl). Kenny cut the extremely long umbilical cord and the little guy started nursing right away. Labor was under five hours long. I lost a worrisome amount of blood, but my nurse was able to get things under control quickly and I actually felt great (albeit tired) after the delivery.
We couldn’t be happier with our tall and skinny little guy. Because we had anticipated a girl, we had procrastinated a bit on whittling down our list of boy names. It took us until he was about eight hours old to settle on Ezra as his first name, although his middle name, Abraham, had been decided months earlier in honor of his paternal great-grandfather. We made the final decision over the phone, while Kenny was driving home to pick up the big kids to visit their newest family member at the hospital.
Gloria and Micah had a sweet first meeting with their new brother. Gloria appeared to have gotten over her initial disappointment at not getting a sister, and she thought our new baby was very cute. She announced his name to my mom and the rest of our family. Micah seemed very curious about the new guy, and was quite gentle with him, although we don’t know whether he realizes where Ezra came from or that he’s a permanent part of our family now.
After a short hospital stay, we are home and looking forward – admittedly with some trepidation – to figuring out how to manage as a family of five.
There are more sweet photos from Ezra’s hospital stay here.
A few days after the New Year, we told Gloria over breakfast that she would be getting another brother or sister. Her initial reaction was a look of amazement, and I saw her eyes grow bigger as she considered the implications. Then she remembered her Berenstain Bears book, in which Mama Bear’s lap shrinks as her belly grows, and she said, “Mommy, I’m worried about your lap.” As we were finishing our meal, she requested to sit on my lap, and she came and snuggled with me and I reassured her that there would be space for her for many months still. When I arrived home from work, the first thing she asked me was, “Mommy, is there still a baby in your tummy?” She asked me a few more times in the following days, and since then has had all kinds of cute observations and questions about the new brother or sister who is expected just before her birthday this July. One day, Gloria said to Kenny, “Daddy, you don’t have to worry about taking care of the new baby – I’ll take care of this one.” We’re glad that’s settled.
Gloria and I took an MLK-weekend trip to Southern California for a “girls’ weekend” with grandma. I had been a bit nervous about the trip for a couple of reasons: Gloria had had nightmares and other nighttime disturbances at home for a few nights in a row; she would be sleeping in a bed (not a crib!) at my mom’s house; she would be missing her Saturday and Monday naps due to flight scheduling; and she and I had been bickering a bit lately (although usually related to her interactions with Micah, who was staying home for a guys’ weekend with Kenny).
For months I’ve been watching Micah cruise furniture and then delicately lower himself to the ground with a squat to convert to his patented gimp crawl. It’s been obvious for awhile that Micah was strong enough to walk but lacked the conviction to do so. This afternoon I used two of his favorite toys above eye level to coax some steps from him on film:
We knew this day was fast approaching, it was just a question of whether we’d have enough time to prepare. Micah is officially mobile.
Micah has been trying in earnest to get moving for at least a month, experiencing quite a bit of frustration along the way. Weeks ago, he mastered getting from a seated pose onto all fours, and could make one lunge forward to cover a bit of ground, but then he would end up lying on the floor on his tummy or pushing himself back to a seated position. He was quite adept at rolling to where he wanted to go, but clearly not satisfied with that mode of transport.
Two days ago, Kenny dropped Micah off with me in our home office so that he could go pick Gloria up from school, and Micah joined for a few minutes of the conference call I was on. My co-workers waved hello to him and asked whether he was mobile yet. I summarized his current status as “he can lunge forward, but not quite crawl yet, and he’s quite frustrated about it.” Then I put him on the floor facing the computer so he could demonstrate. Well, he sure proved me wrong: he very rapidly crawled across the four-foot gap between himself and the laptop and proceeded to drool all over the keyboard and hang up my call. It was very clear that Micah in fact could crawl, he just needed to be sufficiently motivated.