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Friday, April 17, 2015

A Morning Out

We all have those days where it just feels like nothing is going to go right.  It's just one thing after another.  Generally you deal with it and move on the next day, but when you're having one of those days with a newborn and toddler in tow, it's a little harder to just move on.

This was Evelyn's first week not being in daycare full time.  She went two mornings and was home with me the rest of the time.  Generally when she's home with me we find places to go and people to see, but with Vivian it's a little harder to just get up and go right now.  As a result, we've been at home most of the week, and Evelyn was getting a little stir crazy by yesterday.  I had signed us up for a class at the library meant for toddlers this morning, and was actually really looking forward to it.  Then I got an email yesterday saying that the class was cancelled this week.  I was really bummed because I had planned for this, and knew Evelyn needed to get out of the house.  Plus the weather was supposed to be crummy this morning, and the library would be a good place to go.  Now I faced having to find something else to do. 

I decided that we would head up to the Exton Mall playground instead.  It's an easy place to get to, and Evelyn loves running around there.  So I loaded everyone into the car and we headed to the mall.  We got there before the stores opened and headed to the playground...which was closed for cleaning.  I mean, seriously??  It's a rainy Friday morning and the playground is closed??  I wish I had counted the number of moms I passed with strollers and kids in tow just aimlessly wandering the mall.  The look on all of their faces was exactly the same.  It said, "What on earth am I going to do now??"  It was going to be a solid 20 minutes before the stores opened, so Learning Express wasn't even open with the toys out to pass some time. 

We continued to wander the mall for a few minutes until the toy store opened.  About 3 minutes after it opened Evelyn pooped and Vivian started crying because she was hungry.  I was going to let her play for a few minutes before taking her to be changed, but then I saw another mom checking her kid's diaper, and realized I couldn't wait.  The smell was just too offensive to everyone around us.  "Don't worry, it's my kid," I said to her.  I then realized I seemed like the worst parent ever for not rushing her out the minute she was poopy.  "I was just waiting a minute to make sure she was done," I continued. 

"I totally get it!  Nothing is worse than having to do a second diaper change!"  She was either the nicest person ever and was trying to make me feel better, or she was a kindred spirit. 

I hustled my kids out of the toy store and decided instead of carting them all the way across the mall to the bathroom with the changing station, I was just going to go into Sears and into a fitting room where I could change Evelyn and feed Vivian without needing to worry about having to use my hooter hider.  The whole time Evelyn was talking about the playground opening soon.  In my frustration I texted Steve.  His brilliant response was to go to the Chick Fil A for lunch and the indoor playground there.  BEST IDEA EVER!

Once I managed to get Evelyn away from the toy store and closed playground...AKA carried her out of the mall crying, we got back to the car.  I opened the car door and asked her to climb into her seat while I took care of putting Vivian in and the stroller in the trunk.  I got everything in and climbed in myself and started backing out.  "MOMMY WAIT!  Buckle seat!"  O. M. G.  Thank you God for somehow making my child understand how important it is for her carseat to be buckled.

I managed somehow to get us safely down to the Chick Fil A.  And at that moment, our day took an amazing turn.  I walked in, and suddenly people were taking care of us.  I walked up to the counter and the very patient person waited for me to get my bearings, figure out my order, and find my wallet, chatting with Evelyn the whole time.  Someone else insisted that I take the girls and go sit down and they would bring everything to us.  Would I like someone to help me carry the carseat?  Can I get you a highchair or booster seat?  I thought you might like a bendy straw for your daughter's milk.  Do you want paper placemats?  It was awesome.  I want to go back all the time because they were so incredibly nice and helpful, plus Evelyn just had a great time with the other kids on the playground.  Forget the Exton Mall, we will be going to Chick Fil A for lunch on a regular basis.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Vivian's Birth Day

I'm going to be totally honest.  I was petrified to give birth the second time.  Evelyn was NOT an easy delivery, and I was in pretty rough shape for quite a few weeks after she was born.  To the extent that I seriously contemplated one and done after her arrival.  And it's really not true what they say about you forgetting all about it after the baby comes.  But, about a year after Evelyn was born we started discussing the possibility of another baby.  I grew up with three siblings and Steve with one, and we decided we wanted Evelyn to grow up with a sibling.  I still remembered everything about Evelyn's delivery, but we were going to go for it anyway. 

So for the nine months leading up to Vivian's arrival, I was kind of obsessed with how big I was getting, what my exact due date was, and the possibility of being induced again.  I didn't want to get too big because I was sure that was the cause for the rough delivery.  I also didn't really want to be induced again.  I went for a third trimester ultra sound and everything pointed to another large baby.  The doctors I saw agreed that this was looking like a larger baby, but they didn't think it was going to be as big as Evelyn, who weighed in at 9 lbs. 4 oz.  They also assured me that all deliveries are different.  That a rough first delivery didn't mean anything when it came to the second.  I was not convinced. 

As my due date approached and passed, I prepared myself to be induced again.  And as much as I didn't want to be induced, there is something really great about knowing the end is in sight and exactly when it will happen.  I'm not generally the kind of person who needs things super planned out.  I like a surprise (we didn't find out what either of our babies were going to be), I like to be spontaneous, but when it comes to giving birth I really needed to know when it was going to happen.  Which makes no sense when I say how badly I did not want to have to be induced. 

But there we were, on March 25, heading to the hospital for my induction.  Surprisingly I slept pretty well the night before, despite being a hot mess about what was about to happen the next day.  I was absolutely petrified, even more so than the first time.  At that point I think my worries were more about what this meant for Evelyn than what I was about to go through.  We made a stop to drop her off at school, and that's when I lost it.  I wouldn't even walk in.  I gave her a kiss through the window and Steve walked her in. 

After a stop for coffee for Steve and Kelly (my personal labor and delivery nurse), and a donut for me, we arrived at the hospital.  I was still very anxious, but my favorite doctor was on call, and I knew that between her and Kelly, they would make a plan that was best for me.  Things got started, and I was surprised that I didn't start having contractions pretty quickly, as I did with Evelyn.  I was convinced nothing was happening and in my head I was now preparing for a C-section since it didn't seem like this baby was going to come at all. 

Surprisingly, I was actually dilating and after a few hours things really started moving.  My contractions started quick and I got an epidural.  Suddenly I was 10 cm dilated.  I then prepared myself for hours of pushing, which is what happened with Evelyn.  The nurse had me do a push just to see what would happen, and almost immediately told me to stop and called for the doctor.  About 4 pushes and less than five minutes later, Vivian Marie had arrived.  She was 8 lbs. 10 oz., and just a little bit longer than her big sister at 20 3/4 inches.  I was absolutely shocked!  The doctors were right...each delivery is completely different. 

Monday, March 23, 2015

Changes Are A Comin'

I've been asked a lot if Evelyn knows what's going on with the baby coming.  And if I'm being honest, I really think she knows exactly what's going on.  She really has been so sweet about all of the different baby things going on, and she says things every once in a while that make us think that she really is aware that a baby is coming. 

It started a few weeks ago with the change to a big girl bed.  We moved the crib into the baby's room and any time we are in there she points out her old crib.  We talk about how she's such a big girl now she doesn't need a crib anymore, that it's for baby.  After hearing this once or twice she said, "Evelyn share crib with baby."  And ever since then it has been baby's crib.

She has also just been so aware of me and what I need.  She tries to help me up off the floor or her bed, and just loves being helpful.  "I help, Mommy.  You okay?"  She also constantly feels my belly and gives it pats and kisses because she loves baby. 

The best moment came when Steve put the baby car seat back in the car.  When Evelyn got into the car the next day and saw the other seat there she wanted to know what it was.  When we explained that it was the car seat for the new baby she got a look of pure delight on her face.  "Baby sit next to ME?"  She was so excited that she is going to sit next to her baby.  Every time we get in the car she points out the seat and reminds me that the baby is going to sit next to her. 

Maybe I'm just looking for proof that she's going to be okay when this new baby comes, but I really think she knows what's about to happen and is at least a little bit excited about it.  I know that there's still going to be some major adjustment for her, and the rest of us, but I think she's at least as prepared as she can be.  We will know soon enough I suppose!   

Saturday, March 7, 2015

A Public Service Announcement...

A week or so ago I was complaining to a friend about all of the incredibly insensitive things that people say to someone who is pregnant.  It may have been more than complaining.  I was pretty perturbed by some of the things people feel they can say.  I guess people got the word that it's not okay to touch a pregnant woman's belly anymore, so now I guess people think they can just make comments on how you look.  So, I bring to you the top 5 things you should NEVER say to a pregnant woman, or at least not to me!

5. "Are you sure you aren't having twins?"  Of course I'm sure...but thanks for implying that I'm so big there must be two babies in there. 

 4. "You'll never make it to your due date!"  Again...the implication that I'm ginormous.  The only good thing about this comment is that it makes me all the more determined to get to and past my due date, despite how uncomfortable I am. 

 3. "I don't think you could get any bigger!"  Well, in fact I can get bigger.  But thanks. 

 2. "Are you as uncomfortable as you look?"  Well now that you mention it, I hadn't realized just how uncomfortable I was until you pointed it out to me. 

I thought long and hard about if I should include this last thing to never say to a pregnant woman because I don't want to offend anyone, but I consulted with my people and have been told to just go with it!

1. "You're having a boy/girl BECAUSE..."  It's not about having a guess.  It's fun to take a guess about what someone is having, and I don't mind when people tell me their guess.  It's the BECAUSE that ends up driving me nuts.  You're having a boy BECAUSE you're carrying totally different from your last pregnancy.  Seriously?!?!  It was over two years ago...I can't remember what I ate yesterday, but you remember what I looked like two years ago??  Then proceed to tell me I'm carrying all in front, which is also exactly what people told me last time.  I had some friends tell me that they were told they were having a girl BECAUSE the baby was stealing all of their beauty.  Honestly??

On the other are some things that are always alright to say to a pregnant lady. 

5. "You look beautiful!"  I was in Starbucks the other day and a total stranger came up to me and said that all pregnant women are just beautiful and that I looked wonderful.  Totally made my day. 

4. "Would you like a foot rub?  Or your back rubbed?"  Probably a little weird if a stranger says this, but alright if you know the person.

3. "Can I bring you some ice cream? Chocolate?  Cake?"  The answer is always yes, and don't forget the milk!

2. "You're totally rockin' those horizontal stripes!"  I'm totally scared to wear horizontal stripes at any other time than being pregnant, and I have a friend who makes it her job to point out how great they look on a pregnant woman.  :)

And the absolute best thing you can say to a pregnant woman...

1. "You're going to be a great mom!" or "Evelyn is going to be such a great big sister because you're such a great mom!"  Probably the hardest part of a first pregnancy is wondering how you're going to do once that little person comes out, and then you spend the subsequent pregnancies worrying about how your kid(s) are going to handle a new baby.  A little reassurance that it's going to be fine is exactly what a pregnant woman needs to hear!

So there you have it.  The things to NEVER say to a pregnant woman, and the things you should be saying to a pregnant woman.  I have to tell you all, I came up with five things that drive me nuts in about 5 minutes.  It took me a lot longer and I had to reach out to some friends for ideas about the positive things to say.  What did people say to you while pregnant that totally rubbed you the wrong way, or totally made your day? 


Thursday, March 5, 2015


Lots of changes in the Lane house these days.  We have started to prepare for baby with some room rearranging.  The first step was to tear out some seriously awful carpet in our "office" room - aka the room that holds everything that we can't find a home for.  We've been busy trying to get rid of things because a lot of the stuff in that room has been sitting there untouched since we moved in over a year ago.  With the new carpet put in, we were finally able to get the furniture moved around and now have a designated guest room and finally a room for baby.  This meant that the twin mattress that was to become Evelyn's big girl bed now needed to find its proper place in her room.

Transitioning Evelyn to a big girl bed was actually quite easy.  Ever since the mattress arrived Evelyn has been checking it out and calling it her bed, so we were fairly certain that she was interested in sleeping in her bed and didn't anticipate much trouble.  Once we got the crib out of her room, we put the mattress and box spring right on the floor so that there is little risk of falling far if she rolls out.  I had a feeling that more trouble would come from moving the rocking chair into the baby's room.  And my concern was correct when that first night Evelyn asked, "Where cuddle chair?"  Break. My. Heart!  Daddy assured her that the best part of a big girl bed was that we could read books and cuddle right there on her bed.

The first nap and night was a little rough requiring a little extra time resting with her than usual, but after that first day, it was like she'd been sleeping there from the beginning.  We put a gate up at the top of the stairs finally, totally expecting her to climb out all the time.  But for almost two weeks she has not moved from the bed when she wakes up.  She sits right there in the middle and cried or called for us to come and get her.  It actually was kind of great.  That ended this morning, when for the first time she realized that she was awake and could get out and play with toys or read books.  It bought about five more minutes of quiet for Mommy, but she soon became curious about what was going on elsewhere in the house and came looking for me.

With all of the changes taking place, we decided to have Evelyn's Special Day.  You know what I'm talking about...just like Jon and Kate and their special days with each of their 8 kids.  And to make it special for Mommy and Daddy, too, we planned to meet up with some friends at the Baltimore Aquarium.  We had a great time at the aquarium, and were all exhausted by the end of the day.  Evelyn made the day even more special for Mommy and Daddy by sleeping in her big bed until 9:00 the next morning!

Evelyn loved the turtles the best!

**I wrote this post about two weeks ago, but was having a hard time with the pictures.  Since then, Evelyn has fallen out of the bed twice.  She continues to get out of bed in the morning and sometimes after a nap, but we figured that was fine because at least she wasn't getting out at night.  As I sat here writing this, she suddenly appeared in the kitchen.  Looks like she's getting more and more comfortable with her big girl bed the longer she sleeps in it!

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Daddy Can Do Anything!

This morning Evelyn looked out the window and noticed that there just isn't much snow on the ground any more.  She found the limited snow cover very unsatisfactory.  The following conversation took place:

Evelyn: Need more snow Mommy!

Me: Well the snow all is melting.

Evelyn: No, need more!

Me: Well maybe it will snow again soon and there will be more on the ground.

Evelyn: No, it's okay.  Daddy get.  Daddy get more snow.

And that was that.  The answer was simple.  Daddy was going to save the day and get more snow.  Daddies can do anything after all.

Flash forward to this evening and I picked Evelyn up at my parents' house.  I told them about Evelyn's request this morning.  As luck would have it, as we walked out to go home flakes were starting to fall.  We spent a few minutes looking at the snow falling and Grampy said, "Look Evelyn, Daddy got you more snow!"

By the time Evelyn and I got home the snow was falling just a little quicker and Evelyn was having a good time watching it fall and cover the driveway.  As we walked in the door Evelyn looked at me and said, "Good job Daddy!  Daddy listen! Daddy a good boy!"

Friday, January 9, 2015

Bested by a Two Year Old

Today I was outsmarted by my two year old for the first time.  This is what I know will be the first of countless similar occurrences.  And it really was so simple...

As we walked out of the winter concert at Evelyn's daycare today (which was quite possibly the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my life!), the kids were handed little treat bags of marshmallows and chocolate chips.  The moment we were strapped in the car, Evelyn proceeded to ask for some.  After having a stomach bug earlier this week, we have been trying to stick to mild foods, but the thought of the car ride home with her begging for marshmallows wasn't very pleasant.  So I handed her a few marshmallows, hoping it would satisfy her.  Yea right.

Approximately 15 marshmallows later, she was still asking for more, but I decided enough was enough and I employed one of the oldest parent tricks in the book.  "The marshmallows are all gone!"

Without even skipping a beat she replied, "Give me bag!"  And the tone was just priceless.  It said, "Oh yea, Mom?  The marshmallows are gone?  Go ahead and prove it!"  Needless to say, she ended up with a few more marshmallows.