June 27, 2008

One year ago today was my due date. It was a Friday. I was terribly anxious to meet our baby boy and had hoped all week that he would come at least a little bit early!

But Silas was not meant to be a June baby after all. So on my due date Shane and I headed in to my doctor's office for one last appointment. I had been having contractions the whole previous week. But "nothing organized", I kept telling everyone. It was just a random contraction here or there.

My doctor had me sit with a monitor on for quite a while. Silas must have been sleepy because he wasn't moving much once they put the monitor on. A nurse came in after some time and reminded me to push the button when I felt him move. I told her I hadn't felt him move so she proceeded to wake him. It was the most bizarre and somewhat unnerving thing: she took a vibrating device (it made me think of getting shocked without the pain) that kind of buzzed and stuck it on my tummy. Silas woke up! I apologized to him time and again. Poor baby - no wonder he didn't make any moves toward birth after that!

My doctor was pretty nonchalant about when they would induce me. She started to say that they would just see me the next Friday, one week after I was due, and decide then. But that would be the 4th of July. "We'll be here," she said. But I don't want to have a baby on the 4th of July. "Well, when do you want to have him?" We looked at the doctor on call sheet, reminded ourselves that we had prayed for wisdom, and chose Wednesday, July 2nd. "We'll see you before then," the nurse said as we left.

I went on in to work, after Shane and I decided that it would be my last day. I really didn't have much to do. I had turned my whole caseload over to a new and wonderful speech pathologist already. I didn't even have one client to see anymore. I finished up the last bit of paperwork, made the rounds to tell our director and the other therapists the plan, then left the building. If it had not been so hot and I had not been so large and tired, I might have reveled a bit more in the joy of leaving work for the last time pre-baby. My days being a full-time speech pathologist were over. I was going to be a full-time wife and mom who worked a few hours doing speech therapy. I couldn't wait.

But before all that, I decided to nap. The heat and weight were enough to put all future plans on hold. So nap I did. And I never loved it more.

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June 27, 2009

Silas is 11 months, 3 weeks, and 4 days old.
He is taking steps on his own.
His favorite word to say is "push." It sounds like hoosh most of the time. He says it and points to any button he sees (toys, light switches, garage door opener).
He can climb our stairs.
He loves to look at books and turns the pages himself.
Has one particular dog in one particular book that he especially likes. And he likes to point to it.
Usually sleeps at least 11 hours at night. But every now and then he wakes and just wants to be with Mommy. I try to appreciate it.
Naps about 3 hours during the day.
Is asking "What is that?" Sounds like is at? And he points to anything close by. He laughs every time I answer: That's a fence, a window, the tree, our car, Silas, your swimming pool, the grass, a bird, Auggie, clouds, LuLu, the puppy's food, the grill, Daddy...

We laugh and laugh and laugh. Even in the middle of the night (most of the time). Silas has certainly added to our joy.