Saturday, May 29, 2010

Jam Out

Lou Lou's jam

For Henry's Oatmeal in the morning

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

2 Mommies/ 3 Babies

Jodi and I jokingly talked about her coming to hold baby Will and then all of a sudden she was here, in Arizona, holding baby Will. And I was very thankful for this last minute trip. Baby Claire came to meet her new BFF as well. Don't you just want to pinch those cheeks.
Henry showing off baby Will

We need a girl one

As Henry would say, "Oh, that's so Fweet"

Lots of love for the girl one

Oh how we miss you Baire Bear

See how they are already BFF

Three babies

Death can wait, you must hydrate
Our summer girl

Three babies in the backseat
And two mommies in the front seat
We missed you Jacob, next time it will be 2 mommies and 4 babies, I promise!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

I not getting a shot?

This was the moment I had been waiting for...
this is as close as he got to looking at me
I think he was remembering being there with the rotavirus, that was not a happy memory, so he wanted out of this room and off that bed.

he was very gentle, but was looking for an opportunity to bolt

"we have the same"

brother and cousin love
the next day when we were home, Henry told Zane, "I got my baby brother"

I cried that night being away from Henry. I was never so glad to be home in my life.
PS that is not a bruise or dirt on Ryan's chin, it was something on our inner lense

Monday, May 10, 2010

Due Date

So 5/10/10, I loved that this was my due date and back in January, I thought it was so cool. Starting in May, not so cool, and in fact, quite annoying. I had a big belly, big face, big lips and a big attitude.

When I was woken up on 5/10/10 at 12:00am pretty much on the dot, with a massive contraction, I thought ohhhh,ohhh, ohhh, I love 5/10/10. As the night progressed, I did not want this to be my due date, I wanted the contractions to stop and I wanted this baby to be brought to me, by a stork, on my door step, wrapped in a blue blanket, cooing and fat and happy. I did not get my wish.

By 2:30am I thought it would be a good idea to call my doctor and see what he says. One of my favorite doctors, Dr. Wilson was at Banner Desert Sunday night. He said my contractions, although hard sounded a little too random. I decided to stay at home where I was not hooked up to any machines and where I could be left alone to suffer.

From 2:45-5:00am my contractions were 10 minutes apart and painful. Somehow between each contraction, I fell asleep only to be woken up by another squeezing lightning storm in my back. Not being a nurse or doctor though, I thought that since they were so far apart, it was not time to go in to the hospital.
Finally I went back to our room to moan so I could get some recognition on how hard I was working.

We got to the hospital around 7:ooam. My triage nurse said let's hope you are at a 5 and then you get a room and an epidural. As she's checking she looks at me and says, "I was wrong (I was freaking out) you are at a 6-7!" So happy! Then I panicked thinking what if it got too late for an epidural? What if the pain got worse? What if the epidural did not work? Then on my next contraction, my water broke. And then more panic. Then the nurse went to put in my IV and more panic, and the IV was the beginning of things being worlds apart from my last "experience"
Last time--The first nurse that tried, turned green and I never saw her again, the second nurse that tried, got it, but my whole hand was a bloody mess until the next day.
This time--First try, no pain!
L&D Nurse
Last time--She wore sunglasses and had man hands and called the doctor in 2 hours too early. And was lazy and said my 2nd epidural would last and it didn't.
This time--Oh Jenny P, how I love thee. You will see pictures of my new personal hero below. She took charge, was confident, gentle, supportive to me. She left a C-Sec to be with me. She all but pulled the baby out. She bossed the anesthesiologist around and made us laugh. She talked me through each little and big step. I remembering just wanting to make her proud of me...isn't that funny.
Last time--Now that I have had one the worked, I do not think either epidural worked last time. There is no way.
This time--oh heaven. The anesthesiologist said in all his years, he has never heard of one not working and looked me in the eye and assured me what happened last time was not going to happen again and HE WAS RIGHT! Wow, that was some good stuff. I got an extra dose...yummy.
Last time--24 hours or so
This time--About 14 hours, but 12 of those were spent at home.
Last time--3 hours and my nurse was ridiculous. It was painful and exhausting and long.
This time--Under an hour and I did not feel a thing, but I had great coaching from both nurses and it was a happy time.
Last time--numbness in right shin for a couple of days and could not walk for 6 weeks plus.
This time--I left the hospital walking and climbing stairs.

I was loving my epidural

Auntie Tricia


A little more serious picture

My mom made it just in time

Oh baby...9:36am

So stinkin' happy!

Feeling my heart double in size
So thankful for a husband who adores his family

Liz made it in time too!
Before I started pushing, I was on my side and Tara re-did the left braid and then when Jenny turned me she was going to do the other side, but by the time she turned me over, I was a 10! So, my right braid is a little messy.
My hero for life. Every time I remember this day, I will think of how thankful I was that Jenny was my L&D nurse!

Can you tell from the picture how great she is?

7lbs, 7.9oz.
21 inches long

Happy Family


First Bath

He is so advanced :)

He loved this part of the bath

All Smiles
William Reid Gelbrich
Welcome to Our World

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Labor Day

So this is what I was doing on the day I went into labor...

It was Mother's Day. First we had brunch as a big family.
Then we went to the Langenbachs so I could swim this baby out.

I started having some, I will say now, mild contractions. They were random, but steady.
Around 7:00pm, we went to the hospital. By the time we were half way there, the contractions had mostly stopped. I was frustrated, but decided to walk around the parking lot and then go in and get checked. As I walked out of the bathroom, I was thinking that I told Kimberlee Stoda that I would ask for her when I got to the hospital. She was walking toward our triage room when we both saw each other and started screaming.
I was so thankful it was her, because I kinda knew I was going home and she wouldnt make me feel dumb and because I love her. I was only at a one, which I was at a week before. So back I went.
Little did I know, that was the beginning of a long night for me...