Is anyone there anymore?!
Goodness, it’s been SEVEN months! I’ve started writing this ‘update’ post 4 or 5 times but never finished…so let’s hope that this draft actually gets to you :) This blog is primarily a sewing blog, but I (occasionally) give life updates and I think 7 months break warrants an update.
I’ve done very very little sewing during the break. I made two maternity T-shirts in early October (StyleArc Mandy maternity top and Megan Nielsen Cara top), which I never took photos of or wore very often. Unfortunately, I used a crappy ponte knit for both that pills terribly and irritated me whenever I wore the shirts. I had similar armscye fit issues with the Cara as did Melanie of poppykettle fame and liked the fit of the StyleArc pattern better, which came as no surprise. I did cut out another Mandy top but never got around to sewing it. I really wanted to sew clothes for post-maternity or for the baby, but (1) I don’t know what size I am anymore post-baby and (2) baby grows so fast and I’m so slow at sewing that he’ll outgrow the items before they’re even finished!
I didn’t take monthly belly photos, but do have a few random shots that show the progression and growth. It’s amazing because I remember thinking I was huge when I was just 5-6 months along, now I realize that was nothing! The bottom right photo was very near the end, but before my belly dropped.
Baby Boy C was born on March 22nd, a few days past his due date of March 17th. I happen to find labor and delivery a miraculous event, so I’m going to give a brief recap. I was nervous I wouldn’t go into labor spontaneously since my mom never did with all three of her children, so when contractions started at 11:30 pm March 21st I didn’t realize that I was in labor until around 1 am when we started timing my contractions. Most of the night was painful but not too terrible and I was able to relax in bed between contractions. At around 3 am I called my mom and we arranged to have her fly to Boston very early then following morning. As contractions became more painful, I tried different positions as suggested by my wonderful doula but the most comfortable was just laying on the floor and not moving at all. Every time I moved I had spontaneous contractions that were more painful that the ‘real’ contractions. By 9:30 am, I REALLY wanted to go to the hospital but my doula and husband thought I should stay at home longer. I listened to them until around 10 am before I proclaimed “I’m GOING to the hospital…come if you want to but I’m going!”. (We can see the hospital from the front door btw). When we got to the maternity ward at 10:30 am they weren’t ready for us because we didn’t call ahead and apparently it was a really busy night. Dan and I were worried that I wouldn’t be dilated enough and they would send us home, so I made sure to make a lot of noise during contractions, which was NOT hard because they were becoming really intense. At 11:30 am they put us in a transitory room and started monitoring my contractions and the baby’s heartrate. Within 5 minutes the midwife, my doula, and my mom all arrived at the hospital. The midwife checked me and I was 8 cm dilated. I was SO relieved to be that far along because no one thought I’d be so advanced given it was my first labor. I felt justified in forcing us to go to the hospital…if we had waited any longer I may have had a home birth! So we moved to a delivery room for the VERY intense 40 minutes of ‘transition’ period from 8 to 10 cm dilated. It was by far the most painful part of labor. Because I was so close to the end, the only medication I received was laughing gas, which was amazing and relaxed me enormously. After pushing for just 20 minutes, our little baby boy was born at 12:46 pm! I expected the pushing part to be more painful and difficult, so when everyone in the room kept telling me I was doing great and that they could see his head and that I was so close, I kept replying with “You’re lying to me!” and “I don’t believe you!” Apparently it was really funny and the only reason I wasn’t pissed that they were laughing at me is because of the laughing gas! Overall, the experience was amazing and empowering and I am extremely fortunate to have had an uncomplicated pregnancy and labor/delivery.
ETA: I forgot the data points everyone wants to know when there is a new baby, the size! He was born at 8 lb. 8 oz. and 21.5 inches
Caring for an infant has had its ups and downs. He was really tired and chill for like two weeks after delivery, I’ve been calling it the honeymoon period. He’s almost 6 weeks now which I’ve read is the peak of fussiness and I’m hoping it’s true. He’s so unpredictable; yesterday he wouldn’t sleep, was fussy all day, and was only happy when nursing and today he’s sleeping like a little angel!
I don’t plan on sharing many photos of him…but here are two because I just can’t resist :)
In the months leading up to his birth, we were really busy with other life changes as well that kept me away from the sewing machine. We bought a new house and moved to the suburbs in December and I also started a new job just three weeks before his birth! I have a devoted space to sewing but haven’t had the time or energy to set it up since we moved in. My area is in the basement and now that it is spring and sunny outside I really don’t want to spend my time in the ‘dungeon’, as I call it. However, it’s about time that I dust off the sewing machine! I’ve only tried on a few pre-pregnancy garments and most don’t fit :( I’m hoping I get back to my original size over time, although I feel good/healthy and it really isn’t that high of a priority. It just sucks to know that most of my handmade garments don’t fit anymore.
Anyway, that’s a quick snapshot of what I’ve been up to! Hopefully my next posts will be sewing related, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t be as productive as Jess has been with all her baby sewing! Adorable clothes with an even more adorable baby – at least I know of some good patterns now :)