Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Four babes.

It has been seven weeks since Annie girl arrived. Before her birth, I fretted as usual, about how I would be able to give enough of myself to all those children. And then I watch the miracle happen--again. Somehow you heart expands even further and you find ways to do even more in every hour. Multitasking is never an option. Breast feeding, reading books, and discussing why we don't hit each other--all at the same time? Welcome to my life. 

But I can honestly say that we are being blessed beyond what I had imagined. Sure there have been hard times--like Marty's first night back at mutual when we ALL cried. However, some really incredible routines and traditions are also taking place. Over the summer I would spend the last bit of each evening laying with each child individually and reading to him/her, sometimes until they were asleep. It was my way of giving them personal attention and showing my love before things would change with the baby. 

After a few days home from the hospital and back to the schedule of Marty gone most evenings for bedtime, it was apparent that separate bedtimes was no longer an option. Since there was no one in our bed anyway, I started having all the kids pile into our big bed for all the books to be read. We go from Ezra's choice of book up through Dorothy's, a chapter or two from each. And it makes me smile to see that they still tend to nod off in order: Ezra on my shoulder at the end of his reading, Lucy somewhere during Dorothy's choice, and Dorothy remains the only one still awake to get a minute to say goodnight by herself. After hugs and kisses and plans for a good next day, she shuffles off to her room. I put Annie down for a minute to move the other's to their beds, and the night is finally quiet and peaceful. 

Every baby makes me love all my babies even more. Oh, how grateful I am to be a mother. 

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Love--part 2

My heart just melts when I happen upon scenes like this:
A good book. Bodies snuggled close together. What is there not to love?

Love.

Love is...
A Zombie love note left on your pillow by your first-born babe. Good stuff.

Monday, September 8, 2014

New girl.

 It has been a few weeks now since Annie was born. I've had time to think about the whole experience and get to know this beautiful little angel better. Her whole labor and delivery was a very sweet experience for us. For this pregnancy, I switched to working with a midwife and had decided to try a fully natural labor. So when we went in for an ultrasound 2 days before my due date and were told that my fluid levels were getting too low and that they were going to induce me starting that evening, my heart sank. I cried a bit on the way home thinking that a natural labor may be out of the question, but I knew that getting our little girl safely here was the most important thing. We finished getting our hospital bags together, took the other children to Grandma's house, ate some dinner, and prepared to leave for the hospital. Marty gave me a blessing just before we left, and it was one of the most comforting blessings I have ever received. In it, I was told that Heavenly Father would still allow me to fulfill all that I desired for this experience of labor and delivery. I wasn't sure how that would play out, but I felt at peace.

 We checked in to the hospital, got settled in our room, they started me on some meds, and we spent a quiet night reading and sleeping as much as possible. It was actually wonderful to have one last peaceful evening with Marty to just talk, relax, and read before any real labor began.

 The next morning, I had barely progressed. The midwife thought it may even be a full day more before we were going to have this baby in our arms. So we decided to send Marty home to see the older children while they started me on a second medication. Marty's plan was to come back at dinner time. Well, the combination of the new medication and the morning exam started some regular contractions faster than anticipated. Within 2 hours I was having contractions 3 minutes apart, though still not very strong. By four hours later the contractions were less than 3 minutes apart and getting stronger. They declared me in full labor and took me off the meds, monitors, and let me start moving around the room to labor as I wished! I called Marty around lunch time to tell him he needed to get there sooner than later. When he was able to get back, around 2:15, I was having a hard time breathing through the contractions and said I needed to get in the tub. After a few contractions laying in the warm water, I threw up everything I had eaten that day. The nurses excitedly said that was great news and that they were going to call our midwife. For the next hour and a half I labored in the tub, holding Marty's hand, and having him give me ice chips and put cold cloths on my head. I had a string of really hard contractions and called the midwife over to tell her I wasn't sure how much more I could handle. She smiled and just said, "that is what you say when you are almost there. Let's check." Sure enough, I was a 9 1/2. They got me out of the tub and dried me off. The bed seemed miles away. Somehow I made it across the room, onto the bed, and was told to go ahead and push. It took me a few pushes to be able to focus through all the pain. But within about 15 minutes our sweet little girl was on my chest, and I could feel a little bit of Heaven still on her. The veil seemed so thin, and the experience was truly a sacred one for us as parents.
 We had never gone to the hospital without a name picked out before, but I just never felt sure about any of the names we talked about through the pregnancy. It was such a neat experience to look down into our baby girl's eyes and know who she was. "This is Ann," I said to Marty. He looked at her and said, "I think so too." I had been reading the biography of Thomas S. Monson, and his daughter is also named Ann. Though a simple name, it stuck with me. When I mentioned it to Marty, he reminded me that his mother's middle name is Ann. We decided to invert his mother's full name, and Shirley Ann became our little Ann Shirley. Yes, I also love Anne of Green Gables and will always love that she has the literary connection as well (minus the "e").
 We actually have already blessed our baby Ann, too. We decided to go ahead and do it while my mother could be here for it. Some of my favorite blessings were that her belief in Christ will be represented in everything she says and does. Also that she will bring people incredible joy, not just because she is a baby but because of her spirit. She truly is a remarkable little spirit. I love looking into her eyes. She has so much to share with me, I can tell. I will learn a lot from being her mother.
 Thank Heaven for this little girl.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Oh, what a beautiful morning!

I love looking out my window in the early morning and seeing this:
It is a beautiful life.


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Little Annie

Our baby girl is here! In fact, she is already a week old today. I have so much I want to say about her and her labor and delivery, but I'll need enough quiet time to do it right--and quiet time is not in abundance these days.

But for now I'll leave you with a few pictures:
Ann Shirley Vieira 
August 14, 2014
6lb 14oz
20 1/2 inches long

Love this baby girl.



Sunday, August 10, 2014

Hike--ish

I'll admit it. I'm antsy to meet this baby girl. For the past week I have woken up every morning thinking, "maybe today!" I have several contractions every day now, but they never become regular and fizzle out through the night.

To try and keep some contractions moving along (and to wear out the monkeys), we decided to try a hike the other day. Now, keep in mind that our pace is pretty much set by the 2 year old legs of Ezra, so we're not looking at anything too strenuous:) 


It was a beautiful day, and Marty and Dorothy had found a beautiful new trail for us. Everything seemed pretty magical at first. The trail was wide and inviting. There was a pony on the other side of a farm fence the kids were visiting with as we entered the path. We had our pack filled with water and snacks, and we were ready to go! 

But pretty soon that path narrowed down to nothingness and out came the bugs. Oh, the Bugs!! They were horrible! I was getting bites left and right and had them flying into me constantly. I was waving my arms around like a crazy woman to try and keep some of them away. About a half mile in we had to stop to consult our trusty map, and that's when the bugs really attacked. Our brief pause was way too inviting. We quickly made the decision to turn it around and practically run back to the van. 


We were all smiles again after our escape. We decided on a plan B: the playground. I sat in the shade eating our hiking snacks, watching the kids play. So the day didn't do much for my contractions, but we still enjoyed it!