Three Weeks

Our sweet baby James will be three weeks old tomorrow. I don't know what we did to deserve it, but somehow we got a really good baby. He sleeps great at night already, he generally only cries for the obvious reasons, he can sleep almost anywhere through all sorts of noises, etc. I really have no complaints. In fact, I'm kind of paranoid that any day now he is going to pull a 360 on us and transform from a sweet little baby into a colicky one, but that is another story . . . One fun thing we've discovered about little James is that he loves music, especially Christmas music. A particular favorite is "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer." If he even gets a tiny bit fussy all I have to do is start singing and he will almost immediately calm down (good thing he doesn't know yet how horrible my voice is). The only problem is that I seem to have forgotten the words to most children's songs. I can't get through the intro to "Rudolph" without naming Comet at least 2-3 times; "Rock-a-bye Baby" (you know, "in the tree top") has completely taken on a life of its own. I sat and tried to figure it out with Brian for about 5 minutes yesterday and neither of us could come up with the right words (I'll google the lyrics later). I even tried to sing a couple songs my grandmother used to sing to us when we were little and all they did was made me teary eyed missing my grandma (the squirrel and pigeon song for any cousins reading this). Until I reacquaint myself with songs from my childhood, do you think he'll mind if we sing him Black Eyed Peas instead? "I gotta feeling" that tonight's gonna be a good night?

Our Little Guy

My mom has had some fun (sometimes too much fun) taking pictures of our little guy this week. Every day she'll put him in a new outfit and snap some shots. Here are a few of my favorites . . .

For all those who know baby James as "Chuck"--this one is for you. Thanks to Brian's mom, he now has a toy truck named Chuck.

Some day he'll be excited about Christmas . . .

This is my personal favorite (Thanks, Mom!):

Chubby Cheeks

About a month before this little guy was born (by the way, he is now officially James) we had our last ultrasound that showed undeniably super chubby cheeks. I tried to take it easy with the milkshakes after that, but I couldn't help it . . . sorry little James, they suit you though and now I wouldn't change them for anything!

Here he is coming home from the hospital yesterday (I'm too tired to rotate the picture). He slept the entire way home.

I just want to kiss those cheeks all the time!


This is from this morning. He has periods every day where he is really alert and wide-eyed and just wants to stare at everything in the room.

This is also from this morning. Nap time in the car seat. It's the only way I've been able to get any sleep! He loves to have his hands up by his face.

That is it for now. I'm going to take a nap. I'm sorry to every mother out there who I thought was being a wuss by not getting as much sleep as usual. I got maybe 2 hours last night. He's worth it though.

At last . . .

We learned yesterday that it doesn't really matter how you come into the world, as long as you get here safe and sound. After a failed attempt at an induction (who knew that was even possible?), and, of course after many, many prayers, our beautiful little boy finally arrived via c-section last night around 6:30 p.m. Nothing yesterday went as I had planned/hoped. But what in life really does? As much as I never wanted to have a c-section, the experience made me grateful for modern day medicine and that women now actually have options during birth. Without these options, and without guidance from Above, I am convinced the ending might not have been a happy one.

The process started on Sunday night when they started me on pitocin. Although I sat through hours of painful contractions (over 14 hours to be exact, on the highest level of pitocin possible), I still wasn't making any progress the next day and all we could do was wait and wait . . .

And wait some more . . . (thank goodness for sisters).Around 5 p.m. on Monday, with still no progress, we finally made the decision to go ahead with a c-section. Apparently it's extremely rare to be on that level of pitocin for so long and to stay dilated (or should I say un-dilated) to a ZERO. Many tears and prayers later convinced us that a c-section was the right thing to do. The fact that we had made the right choice was confirmed even more after this little guy made his debut and the doctor informed us of several other factors she discovered while performing the c-section that would have prevented a natural birth anyway (I'll spare the details). God definitely played a role in this process and I could never adequately describe my gratitude to Him or to family and friends who said prayers on our behalf. All the stress and frustration were worth it when this little guy came into view:

Brian is already smitten with his son and I am convinced the two will soon be joined at the hip. It's so cute watching him be a dad. After his delivery, all he would say was "He's perfect, just perfect!" It melted my heart. It took me awhile to convince him that maybe I could hold him, too? I guess after carrying him for 9 months, Brian thought I needed a break. Although we're not entirely sure what to do with him once we take him home, we already can't imagine our lives without him.
Although he's only a day old, he already seems to have an easy going personality and has only cried a handful of times (never lasting more than 2 minutes). I hope he stays this way!

James Brian Richman (don't hold us to this -- it's still subject to change)

Born November 30, 2009

8 lbs, 20 inches long

Although none of this happened as we planned, it was all worth it. Even though I didn't get a chance to yell at Brian during the middle of labor that "I'm never doing this again!!!" I think he already knows that I would do it all over in a heartbeat for this little guy.

Counting down the days . . .

For the past month, Brian and I have been praying for this little guy NOT to come early. Brian had sporadic residency interviews all across the country and every time he left we prayed our hearts out that this kid would hold out just a little longer. We may have prayed too hard. I think our little buddy has permanently ingrained in him that he needs to stay put. Now that it is safe for him to come, he seems perfectly content where he is. If he doesn't come on his own over the remainder of this week, they are going to induce me on Monday morning (which terrifies me). Let the fun begin . . .

Two weeks and counting . . .

For the record, I am posting this picture for the sole purpose of making my mother happy. I'm not a fan of the "belly shots" and "pregnancy/baby stats" blog posts. To me, they rank up there with blog posts like . . . well, like everything on the satire blog "Simply So Blessed." To avoid offending anyone I won't name specifics. Anyway . . . the past 9 months have been long and tiring but not too bad up until the last few weeks (when the waddling/limping and body aches kicked in). 25 lbs later, here is what you get (feel free to make fun of me--I laugh at myself nearly every time I look in the mirror). By the way, let's all keep in mind that a camera normally adds 10 lbs and when you're pregnant I think it adds 20, maybe 30 lbs?


This is the angle where I look absolutely ENORMOUS. When I look down at myself I don't look that big, straight on, still not that bad, but simply twist to the side and BAM it's mortifying! Thanks, Andrea for insisting on taking the picture. I'm sure some day I'll thank you. Some day.


Brian and I went to Knoxville, Tennessee last week. The weather was perfect and I prayed the entire time that I wouldn't go into labor there. I want this kid to be born a Virginian!

My due date is two weeks from today. Any predictions on whether he'll be early, right on time, or late? The winner gets to change his diapers free for one week!

To waddle or not to waddle . . .

Confession #1: I always thought pregnant women who waddled were just doing it to be dramatic and occassionally I may or may not have made fun of them. Seriously, I just thought it was all in their heads and they were only doing it to make absolutely certain people knew they were pregnant -- just in case there was any room for doubt. Seriously, why did they think they had to walk like that? Did they even try to walk normally? My heartless self had no sympathy for them.

Confession #2: Over the last couple weeks I have noticed an increased discomfort and soreness when I walk. In fact, it's downright painful at times! With each step I take I wince slightly and take a deep breath and will myself to please, please, please walk as normally as I can even though it hurts! As a result, I have developed a slight limp on my right side. I can't decide which is worse: a lame pregnant woman or a waddling pregnant woman?

Confession #3: Several years ago when I was home over Christmas break, my little sister and I decided to brave the shopping mob at the local mall. We drove up and down the parking lot looking for a parking space. Lo and behold, the only space available within a mile of the mall was an "Expecting Mother" space. We felt only a slight twinge of guilt for parking there because it wasn't our fault we weren't married and weren't going to have children anytime soon, right? And we could totally count ourselves as "expecting mothers" because we really were expecting to be mothers some day, we just didn't know when! Besides, the "real" expectant mothers could park further away because they probably needed the exercise anyway. We were totally justified. Just for show, we pulled rings from our right hands and put them on our left ring finger and tried to dramatically push our bellies out. I'm not sure who we thought we were fooling. Luckily, no one caught us or even seemed to care. In fact, I'm not sure if you can even be fined for things like that. How would you begin to monitor that sort of thing? Have everyone who parks there urinate on a stick? As I said, we felt totally justified and only slightly guilty. However, now that it's harder and harder for me to walk, limp or no limp, I find myself wishing that more places had "Expectant Mother" parking spaces. I tell myself that yes, I probably do need the exercise, but don't these businesses know how painful it is to walk with several pounds of pressure pushing onto the lower half of my body, not to mention grotesquely swollen feet!?! Apparently Richmond, Virginia doesn't believe in "Expectant Mother" parking spaces because I have yet to find a single one (Although I have seen one or two "Reserved for Mothers with Infants" spaces, but does it count if the infant is unborn?). I blame this bad luck/charma on my past behavior, 1) making fun of waddling mothers, and 2) parking in "Expectant Mother" parking spaces as an unpregnant single female. I guess it's true what they say, what goes around comes around.