The Prom Dress.... revisited!

So Vanessa had her Jr/Sr prom recently, and I know I wigged out about the dress she chose to wear to the prom. Yeah, it was a gorgeous blue colour, but it was missing about 3 feet of fabric from its back, in my opinion.

But, she had her heart set on it, and Daniel and Amy said she could buy that one (she'd saved up the money for it), and that's what she did.

Here's Vanessa in the gown, with the corsage from Dylan, her boyfriend. They dated briefly in 8th grade, and she says he's a very well mannered guy.

He'd better be.





The theme of their prom was NY Nightlife or something. Apparently that meant that all the guys should be dressed up like gangsters.

Vanessa looks good, at least!













Here's a view of the back that's not actually there for this gown.

Luckily Vanessa is toned enough to really carry it off well - a back of this style really isn't forgiving at all if you have ANY fat on your back.













Here's Vanessa with all her co-workers from the family restaurant that attended prom. I believe the two on the far left are the owners of the restaurant.

The first bath...

We had a home visit by one of the town nurses today (standard follow-up stuff), and she thought he was a beautiful little boy (like DUH!).

Later on, we decided it was time to give Matthias his first bath, as his skin was peeling a bit around his stomach and legs and we wanted to get him cleaned up and lotioned down so he wasn't itchy or anything.

This is Matthias getting ready to get nekkid and into the bathtub. He's happy enough now, because he doesn't know what's coming!


OMG Nekkid baby on the kitchen countertop! He was fascinated by the spice jars on the counter and kept staring at them while we were getting him ready for the tub.

Maybe he'll be a chef when he grows up?









"I don't know about this, Dad"

He wasn't too enthused once his tush hit the water, and there was a little complaining about suddenly being wet from the waist down.









"This isn't half bad, actually!"

Once we got him into the water and he felt warm again, the complaining pretty much stopped, and he even kicked his feet in the water a bit.

We got him cleaned up and rinsed off, and he was much happier afterwards.






The end result: A clean, sleeping baby, enjoying laying on a nice warm towel fresh out of the dryer.

Pictures!

My brother Mike called yesterday, and I told him I'd get the pictures we have up on the blog.

Matthias managed to sleep 5 hours last night, so I'm almost feeling giddy .


Here's Hubby trying to convince Matthias to come out the 'normal' way.

He would talk to the baby every night like this too - which is why the baby didn't fuss when given over to him after being born, in my opinion!






Here's me in the room hooked up to the pitocin, waiting on the anaesthesia people to come give me my epidural.

I figured since we knew we'd be there a long time, why suffer?

I had gone so quickly with Vanessa, there was no time for any pain meds.

In retrospect, I'd still rather have given birth natural minus drugs, than have a c-section, but you take what you can get.



Here's Matthias and Hubby - they'd just taken him out via section and brought him down to show Hubby.

I was still in surgery at this point, and Hubby was left wondering how it was going, while trying to keep Matthias happy and warm.

Because he was so large, they had Hubby feed him some formula from a cup (to avoid nipple confusion) since my milk wasn't going to be enough for him by any means. Not that I had anything other than colostrum, but you know what I mean.



Yes, I have a husband that's not afraid to cry.

He's a proud papa!

This picture makes me all teary eyed, too.










This is us in the recovery room; I'd been awake and (relatively) cognizant enough that they let Hubby in to see me with the baby.

I must say, it was a hoot trying to work the little buttons on the pocket calculator to convert between cm and inches, and kg and pounds/oz while still quite under the influence.






This is Matthias with Hubby's grandfather, Aage.

Unfortunately, Aage fell about a week and a half ago and broke his hip in 3 places, as well as fractured his shoulderblade.

We were worried that he wouldn't make it through the reparation surgery, because he IS 91 years old, and his health wasn't the greatest BEFORE he fell - luckily he's hanging in there and quite the proud great-grandfather. Matthias has given him something to think about (rather than lay in the bed and be miserable), as well as talk about to all the nurses on his ward.


Hubby admiring Matthias. He still gets tears in his eyes on occasion when holding him, or watching me nurse.

I get the same when he's all cuddled up to the baby too.










This picture is worth a million dollars.


Who am I kidding? It's priceless.











This is Hubby doing the "ACK he's peeing on me dance!"

So far, Matthias has gotten him 4 times.

He'll get the hang of it soon, or be doing more laundry than he really wants to.








This is the face of contentment.

We're home!

Matthias, Hubby and I all came home today from the hospital.

I know Mom's called all the family, but I'll post the stats anyway:

9 pounds 10.5 oz.
22 inches long
16.2" head circumference.

Apparently, he had wedged his head between my pelvic bone and the hip bone - he was essentially 'stuck' up there and no amount of walking/labour/pitocin was going to get him down, so I'm actually very happy they opted to move for the c-section so quickly.

Here's 2 crappy pictures I snapped with my cell phone; we'll be getting the better ones off the digital camera in the morning, or later tomorrow.

So, I got up to go pee at 3:45 am...

Got up, got to the door of the bedroom and Hubby asked me, "Do you need me to help you down the stairs?"

I was just in the middle of saying, "No, I think I can... SPLASH"

Yep - my water broke.

Now, if I had to estimate, it was at least 2 liters of water that came out. AT LEAST.

I owe Daniel (my first husband) an apology the next time I speak to him. When I had Vanessa and my water went, it was barely a trickle of fluid - he had been expecting something out of the Coneheads where water floods the house.

I have 5 towels soaked to attest to the fact that yes, water actually CAN pour out of you in that manner.

I'm having some light contractions now, we'll see how quick things escalate.

Nothing new here...

Seems like the baby is in a holding pattern, he doesn't want to come out yet.

I have a 'rest period' until Tuesday, when they'll start the hormones again. They're hoping my body decides on its own to push the little bugger out.

Mayday....and phone calls

So yeah, today is the 1st of May, and Matthias hasn't made his entrance yet.

Hubby's grandfather called us today asking us to go out and do some shopping for him - usually that's not at all an issue.

But, today's the first of May - which is essentially the Danish version of Labour Day.

Everything closes at about noon and all the workers go into the Fællespark (Fellowship Park) in Copenhagen for speeches, beer, music and workshops on unions and worker's rights.

Naturally, we completely forgot about it and when we went out were like.... damn.

I spoke to Mom for about an hour on the phone today - she's been wanting to call me for a while but has been afraid to for some reason.

First, let me say that I don't run anywhere to get the phone - so don't be concerned or think that I'm going to be falling down the stairs to get to the phone, it isn't going to happen. If I happen to have the phone next to me, I answer it. If I don't, I won't even bother ATTEMPTING to get out of bed to get to it - because I know I won't get to it in time. So, if you want to call, go ahead - if I have the phone I'll answer it - if not, when I do get to the phone and check the voicemail believe me I can call back.

Here's hoping that Matthias gets interested in coming OUT soon.