Whenever Konor is fussy and we’ve tried the usual – change diaper, full tummy, etc. Todd and I have discovered if you prop him up on your chest, while patting his back, and let him fight out the gas bubbles his will always settle into what we call “his spot” in the nape of our necks. He can be all riled up but once he finds his spot he is instantly so content. In fact, most nights you will find Konor on Todd’s chest nuzzled in his neck. He prefers this spot over any other but it leaves me to wonder who likes it better – Konor or Todd?
Konor is a thumb sucker. Yep, I said it – a thumb sucker. More often than not, it is his right thumb with his fingers stretched across his face. My OB nurse claimed this fact way before Konor was born when we told her how often he got the hiccups. It’s cute now but I have a feeling it won’t be so cute when he’s older and we’re trying to break the habit.
The funniest and probably most priceless “story” happened a week after Konor was born. I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day and Todd and Konor were on our bed telling stories. They were literally nose to nose and Konor was taking in each and every word. (Luckily I was quick enough with the camera to get the picture.) I overheard just bits and pieces so I came out of the bathroom to see exactly what they were up to. When Todd saw me peeking over him, he asked Konor if he was ready to tell Momma the story they had been rehearsing. Todd started in with the series of events that had happened one week prior. . .”A week ago we drove to Boise, went to Momma’s doctor, got a test ran, went to the hospital to wait for the results. . .” About this time Konor let out a wail – WAAAAAAAH! Todd immediately responded with, “We aren’t to that part yet! That didn’t happen until we were in the operating room! You totally jumped the gun!” I was laughing so hard I had to sit down and hold my incision – afraid it would split open. Too funny and totally precious.
The green and white outfit was one of the few things (that was not pink) we could use of Kloe’s. Green looks good on Konor and this picture will always be special to me. I also use Kloe’s Boppy multiple times each day with Konor. My friend Stacey in Indianapolis bought it for me – a must have for a nursing Momma. Todd propped Konor up in one morning in his Silly Bug pjs – I had to get the picture.
We were all so grateful Aunt Stacy was here for Konor’s birth. It was so nice for me to pick her brain about all things baby. Big sisters are simply the best. She came to the hospital everyday to help me shower and brought Todd his egg sandwich for breakfast. Once we were home she brought Joey and Deanna to meet their new cousin. They were very sweet with him. She also brought his baseball jammies – we ran short on newborn clothes.
We got Konor's newborn pictures taken at B&B Photography in Boise. They did a great job! Here are a few of them. Konor was so alert when we first got there and then zonked out for the rest. We were worried about having him naked since he hates having his diaper changed and heaven forbid chaning his clothes. But they had heaters in the room so he wasn't cold. However, he did manage to pee four times over the hour and a half! The first one is our absolute favorite. A classic Konor look for sure.
The baseball mitt was Todd's grandpa's and of course Todd had to get Konor a personalized Louisville Slugger bat. I loved how the picture turned out.
Born: August 6, 2010 12:36 pm
Weighing: 6 lbs. 15 ozs. 20 ½ in.
As many of you know, I was scheduled for a c-section on Monday the 9th. At my last doctor’s appointment, Dr. Seyb informed me he was going out of town and would not be there on Monday. The panic quickly set in. His first option was to do it later in the week – I said no before he could even finish the sentence. We discussed having one of his partners fill in – I wasn’t so comfortable with that either. I suggested moving it up to Friday since after all it was my birthday. And he went for it!
We arrived at his office at 9:00 am on Friday. I had to get an amino to see if Konor’s lungs were developed – hospital policy for anyone under 39 weeks (I was three days away from it but rules are rules). The number we needed was 55. Todd and I walked over to the hospital after the procedure so I could be monitored and await the results. We sat and listened to Konor’s heartbeat on the monitor and watched my contractions go up and down when the call came in – it was 75 – we were good to go. They started an IV and prepped me for surgery. My leg started shaking uncontrollably as the anesthesia doctors came in to explain their part . . .I was getting really nervous. By the time they wheeled me back to the OR, my teeth were chattering. Poor Todd didn’t get to watch as much of the c-section as he would have liked to because he was too busy settling me down. Being awake this time definitely had benefits but as they say “Ignorance is bliss” and for that, I have to say, being sedated has its benefits too.
Words cannot describe the feeling and emotion that engulfed the room when we heard Konor cry for the first time. It was perhaps the sweetest sound I have ever heard. Dr. Seyb held him up so I could see him for a brief second before he handed him off to the pediatrician and nurse who were there to make sure he was okay. Todd went over to be with Konor (as previously instructed) and I just laid there crying while they put me back together. I heard Todd talk to Konor and he immediately quit crying and started looking for that all familiar voice who had talked to him from the outside of my belly every day.
Konor and Todd moved over to the recovery room and I was soon to follow. A nurse was there to run some tests on Konor while another monitored me. We didn’t anticipate being there longer than the 2-3 hour time set (we knew family was anxiously waiting to see little Konor) but when they checked my vitals one last time, they discovered my temperature was only 94 degrees. They put a blanket hooked up to a machine that blew warm air into it on me and we waited for it to warm me up. Meanwhile the nurse allowed Todd to shuttle in one family member at a time to visit. My Mom, Dad, sister (Stacy), brother (Cody), Todd’s Mom and Stepdad came back one by one to say hi for the first time. Their faces said it all – joy, relief, excitement but mostly pure happiness.
Because of the c-section, I had to stay in the hospital a total of four days. They also monitored Konor closely because he was a high risk for jaundice. We found out that Todd and I’s blood types don’t necessarily mix well – I am O negative and he is A negative. Kloe must have been A negative as well because my body developed some AB antibodies which I passed on to Konor. All would be well and good except Konor’s blood type is A too. His poor little body contained antibodies that were fighting his own blood type, thus putting him at a high risk for jaundice as the red blood cells were breaking down. They poked his poor little feet so many times over those first few days checking his bilirubin levels – it was so sad. Luckily and thankfully, he took to nursing really well (after the first night) which helped flush out the bad stuff and he never had to go under the lights.
The day to go home finally came. We dressed Konor in one of the two outfits we had brought along with us to the hospital. His last growth ultrasound at 36 weeks estimated him at 7 lbs. 5 ozs., in the 88 percentile so naturally we thought he was going to be big. We packed 0-3 month clothes – so you can see in the picture the poor kid drowned in his “take home” outfit. We quickly changed him into a newborn outfit when we got home and Todd had to go out and buy some more newborn clothes to get us through. Too funny.
Todd and I are extremely thankful for all our family and friends who have prayed on our behalf and held us in their thoughts over the past couple of weeks. We truly couldn’t have made it through without you. We thank God each and every day for this miracle baby and pray we will be the parents He wants us to be.
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