Four weeks old

At four weeks, Lev has finally woken up. His big blue eyes are constantly watching, watching. He finds the kitchen wall and the bedroom light particularly fascinating. And he's started flashing a smile every once in a while. Oh, we love him so.

Lev's birth story (part 2)

Upon arriving home from our ice-cream outing, with contractions still 30 minutes apart, I jumped on Skype to let Eric know the goings-on, and then planned to take a nap. Our pre-nap messages:

[5/27/10 3:06:59 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: every 30 minutes since about 12:30

[5/27/10 3:11:46 PM] ericoldenburg: wow! that's pretty consistent. do you want me to come home or can I keep plugging away at things.

[5/27/10 3:12:02 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: oh, keep plugging away. every 30 minutes is nothin'

[5/27/10 3:12:25 PM] ericoldenburg: yeah, but if the consistency is there then it could speed up quick.

[5/27/10 3:12:56 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: yeah, but i was out and about the whole time. let's see what a nap does to them. :-)

[5/27/10 3:13:34 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: ps. they freakin' hurt. i mean, obviously manageable, but this is just the beginning.

[5/27/10 3:18:31 PM] ericoldenburg: gotta step out for a few ...

[5/27/10 3:18:35 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: bye


So down I go for a nap. As soon as my head hits the pillow, the contractions jump to 13 minutes apart, and I get a phone call. It's soon evident that I will not be taking a nap. So, back I go to the computer.

[5/27/10 4:12:47 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: last three have been 13 minutes apart.

[5/27/10 4:13:32 PM] ericoldenburg: 13 minutes is a lot closer together than 30. i should come home, yeah?

[5/27/10 4:13:45 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: no, no ...

[5/27/10 4:13:52 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: if they get to 10, then yes.

[5/27/10 4:13:56 PM] ericoldenburg: why not?!?!

[5/27/10 4:14:15 PM] ericoldenburg: by 10 then we should be on our way to the hospital.

[5/27/10 4:14:40 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: no, the hospital said not to call until 5 minutes apart.

[5/27/10 4:15:04 PM] ericoldenburg: hmmm.

[5/27/10 4:15:17 PM] ericoldenburg: ok, then.

[5/27/10 4:15:51 PM] ericoldenburg: i'll plan to finish up here and come home. if something happens, let me know and i'll come home.

[5/27/10 4:15:55 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: ok

[5/27/10 4:16:08 PM] ericoldenburg: i should cancel tonight though, right?

[5/27/10 4:18:16 PM] eric and josie oldenburg: not yet! wow, i'm a lot calmer than you right now. :-)

[5/27/10 4:29:00 PM] ericoldenburg: all i'm sayin' is that 13 is a lot closer to 10 than 30.

[5/27/10 4:29:08 PM] ericoldenburg: you can't argue with that.

He's right. I couldn't argue with that. But the last thing I wanted to do was cancel our plans and then find myself sitting at home bored and regretful. Plus, I'd really been looking forward to that night's outing. All season, we'd gone over to our friends' apartment once a week to watch the final season of "Lost," and all season we'd been comparing how many weeks of the show were left -- and how many weeks of pregnant Josie were left. So, to the long list of unanswered "Lost" questions, we'd added: "Will Josie get to finish the show?"

So, we didn't cancel. Instead, Eric's mom and I made dinner (soft tacos), then Eric, his dad and I popped out to the market, where I bought dental floss and we loaded minutes onto our cell phones.

Still a fairly normal day, except that I carried my trusty timer with me everywhere I went, even to the market. Using this handy kitchen tool to time the contractions myself was much easier than trying to communicate with Eric each time a contraction began and ended.

And when our "Lost" friends called to see if we were still on, we said yes. But we're bringing our suitcase and medical records with us.

Lev's birth story (part 1)

Dietrich cuddles his baby brother on "labor day."

Today is baby Lev's two-week birthday! I'm going to celebrate by remembering how he came into the world.

Two weeks ago yesterday, I hopped out of bed at 7 a.m. after dreaming about contractions. Sure enough, they were real -- but infrequent, coming every 20 minutes. Still, I happily went about my morning activities, sure that May 27 was the day.

The fact that I felt really happy was an answer to prayer, as the morning before, I had experienced a bit of a panic attack when thinking about the birth. Though the logical part of me realized that the panic was probably the result of a rush of hormones, and probably even signaled that Lev's birth was imminent, the emotional part of me was distraught and fearful. I asked two close friends and Eric to pray, and I find it not at all insignificant that less than 24 hours later, I was chipper and excited to be in labor.

So. Contractions. Every 20 minutes. Until they stopped a couple of hours later. Boo.

I read a bunch of midwifery books during this pregnancy, and not a one of them suggested that sitting at home on your tush is helpful for encouraging labor, so I decided to take Dietrich and the Oldenburgs out for ice cream. (Eric was at work.) About 30 minutes after we got Dietrich from preschool, the contractions returned -- 30 minutes apart. So heavily spaced that I didn't even admit they were real until 2 p.m., while enjoying my ice cream outside of McDonald's.

Despite the contractions, the day was rather mundane: We went to the store to buy ground beef for dinner, I checked the price on a changing pad, we rode the marshrutka home. All normal activities. This felt so natural to me, so much more natural than Dietrich's birthday, which we spent sitting in a hospital room, listening to the fetal monitor beep. An ordinary day was exactly what I'd hoped for. Plus, ice cream! With chocolate sauce!

And Lev awakes ...

Lev Eleos Oldenburg

Everything about Lev Eleos Oldenburg's arrival on May 28 at 2:25 a.m. was just perfect. I had a hard time yesterday leaving the birthing clinic (with which I had previously had a rather hostile relationship), because it seems like a holy place to me now. I've delivered two babies there: Both times, God took such good care of us. Wow, are we blessed.

So many thoughts. But -- so many photos! Let's just go with photos for now. More here.


There's 7 pounds, 13 ounces, 53 centimeters of Lev in there.

39 weeks

I've been thinking all kinds of deep thoughts recently: Thankful thoughts (that we've made it this far; for God's mercy in giving us another little boy; that Dietrich will have a brother); bittersweet thoughts (because there are only a few days left of just-D-and-me); nervous thoughts (mostly about labor, exacerbated by my doctor's recent comment that my eight-hour first labor was "long"); calming thoughts (so peaceful to be in my own home, living my normal life while awaiting this birth). But when I look at this picture, all I can think is ...



... it's time for a haircut. The last time I cut my hair, I wasn't even pregnant yet!

38 weeks

Big ol' baby ...



... grown mostly on hot chocolate and this salad. Ukrainian salads tend to have official names and recipes (not just lettuce with whatever's in the fridge). My friend Oksana named this one "Desires of a Pregnant Lady." It's spinach, apples, dried cranberries, feta and honey-mustard dressing. I'm basically an addict, though I imagine this addiction will pass on or around May 28.







In other news, we took advantage of yesterday's sudden rainstorm to do some puddle-jumping. I've been waiting for rain so that I could don my new rubber boots. Oh, I love them so. I wore them a bit in the snow, but they're way cuter with a skirt than with winter duds.

Also helping us pass the time while we wait for the baby: Lots of holidays (Victory Day was today), lots of cooking (stocking the freezer for easy post-baby dinner prep), lots of watching "Jungle Book," and lots of prenatal visits. Two coming up this week, including an ultrasound on Friday. Hoping for head-down!

Safer

To get into the courtyard of our building, we walk through an archway. At the entrance and exit, we frequently noticed shattered tiles, which had fallen from the building above. This is a view of our building from our bedroom window -- note the missing tiles:



We were always thankful that we never got hit by a falling chunk of building, but now we can walk a little more comfortably, since someone got smart and added these around the edges of the archway -- and they're already doing their job!