Month: September 2012

The Projected Normal

* This is a sample of my current schedule mashed with our old schedule. And therefore the reason for the blogging silence. 😉

Thanks to my Mom staying for over a week, we have not run this schedule but for two days thus far. That being said, we are grateful and yet have found that this schedule is now in full swing with some obvious adjustments should Hannah add in an extra growth-spurt feeding and should there not arise any additional snuggle/teaching needs for the older two.

We just play each day by ear, but at least in this household this is what we’ve found to be most affective for this current phase of having a 3.5 year old, 2 year old and a newborn. Tweaking, obviously, occurs daily. 😉

Between 12:30 and 1:30a – Hannah wake-up feeding #1 (feeding takes 50 minutes to an hour and fifteen minutes depending on her level of sleepiness). Change diaper and reswaddle before putting her back in her bassinet.

Between 4:30a and 5:30a – Hannah wake-up feeding #2 (see above). Change the laundry to the dryer (if applicable).

Between 6:30 and 7:10a – Depending on Hannah’s level of sleeping from previous feeding depends on when I, Ms. Roadkill, drag myself out of bed. Hannah feeding #3 (feeding only takes about 30-45 minutes this time). Change Hananh’s diaper.

Between 7 and 7:30a – Rachael and Abi awake. Mommy’s morning devotion time. (If I don’t get in my devotion at that point then I add it to a Hannah feeding somewhere else in the day).

Between 7a and 7:15a – Matt awakes, sets coffee pot, and showers. 

7:30a – Retrieve Rachael and Abi (or send Matt to do likewise). Abi’s diaper change. Encourage girls to go to the table for breakfast or go play while breakfast is being made (depending on our level of breakfast involvement). Put soiled Hannah/Abi diapers in hamper. Take laundry out of dryer. Start folding previous day’s diaper laundry that I never got around to yesterday.

8a – Breakfast for girls (Matt usually makes it). Then Matt’s devotion time while they eat.

8:30a – Remind girls that breakfast is for eating, start girls’ bathwater, settle Hannah into swing or bouncer. Think about showering. Check facebook, email, pinterest (optional).

8:40a – Aid girls in getting into bath. Scrub a dub children. (On the non-bath days, aid the girls in picking out play from the magnet board and getting them on task.) Prep Hannah’s bath. Pick out Rachael/Abi/Hannah’s clothes/lay them out.

8:50a – Hannah’s bath.

9a – Dress and rediaper Hannah. Say goodbye to Matt (maybe asking him to feed the cats or bring out the trash on the way out if he can).

9:10a – Settle Hannah into swing or bouncer. Get Rachael/Abi dryed off/dressed. “Hair and teeth” for Rachael and Abi. Set out diapers to sun (if needed).

9:40a – Think about a shower again and try to strategize how to get one.

9:50a – Hannah feeding #4. Read 400 books to Rachael/Abi during Hannah feeding via their initiative.

10:40a – Encourage independent play or cooperative play or (mood-pending) watching a movie so I can get a shower.

10:50a – After gathering clothes, change Abi’s now poopy diaper, change Hannah’s diaper and settle everyone in so I can take a shower.

11a – I get my shower (victory!) and get dressed for the day while Hannah hangs out in the bouncer.

11:30a – Lunch prep while encouraging the girls to clean up.

11:40a – Rachael/Abi sit down to lunch and I attempt to tidy the house a bit.

Noon – Check facebook, email, or pinterest (optional) or do something for a few seconds “away” while the girls finish their lunch. Turn on nursery fan to aid Abi in transition to nap time. notice that Hannah’s starting to squirm a little. Snuggle time with Hannah. Bring in diapers from sunning (if applicable).

12:05 – 12:10p – Matt comes home for lunch. I usher Abi to say her “hi’s” and “goodnight’s” to everyone while encouraging Rachael to finish eating (she’s slow) and then go to the bathroom in prep for nap. Put Abi down for nap (diaper change and story reading).

12:15p – Hannah diaper change. Hannah feeding #5. Matt helps to usher Rachael to her bed if Hannah won’t wait for me to do it first. Matt makes “Mommy and Daddy lunch”.

12:20 – 1:05p – Lunch/feeding Hannah.

1:05p – Clean up from lunch. Bathroom break. Tidy up a bit (there always seems to be something on the “to do” list). Then settle Hannah in for her nap (usually not hard since the child sleeps constantly).

1:30p – Mommy nap (optional). Otherwise, make wipes, clean something, fix something, laundry needs, etc. as needed. Begin typing or just thinking about possible blog post (may or may not complete it in this 24 hour time period).

2:30p – Notice Abi is starting to stir a bit. Conclude what I am doing or continue to sleep because she’s yet to wake me up on the baby monitor.

3p – Abi awakes and stealthily climbs into Rachael’s bed. Rachael moans and groans. I either wake up (if I was napping) or realize that my productive time is drawing to a close. Hannah feeding #6.

3:10p – Both girls are now fully awake and no longer in the groggy wake-up phase. Listen for their cue to come let them out (they knock on the nursery door) when they’ve decided bed playing is done. Hannah diaper change.

3:30p – Girls are up and out of their rooms. Abi diaper change. Read books to girls while continue to feed Hannah.

4p – “Daddy’s home from work!!!” Participate in celebration and take opportunity to settle Hannah into the swing or the bouncer and “get some things done” tidying, cleaning, decluttering, or whatever that I didn’t get done b/c I was napping or because I ran out of time.

4:30p – 5p – Try to entertain two hungry children and keep them from driving Daddy crazy while he cooks. Change Abi’s diaper. Check Hannah’s diaper and change as needed.

5p – Set table with girls and help them clean up from anything they got out to play with.

5:15p – Dinner

6p – Hannah begins to get uncomfortable for her dinner. Scramble to get dinner cleaned up and prepped for another 50 minute round of Hannah feeding.

6:15p – Hannah diaper change. Hannah feeding #7.

7p – Last leg of play/family activity before bedtime routine.

7:30p – Start bedtime routine. Cleaning up any left-over toys. Pajamas for girls. Brushing teeth. Two books.

8p – Lights out for the girls.

8:10p – Breathe. 😉 Hannah diaper change. Moment to talk to Hannah while her eyes are temporarily opened.

8:30p – Begin bulk-feeding Hannah, getting comfortable because I’ll be here on the couch for a while.

8:30 – 10:30p – Matt/I hang-out time while I’m bulk feeding Hannah. Hannah diaper changes and bedtime prep. Somewhere during this time I pass out cold on the couch. It’s uncontrollable. I have just hit empty. A 20-30 minute nap gets me through the rest of the evening.

10:30p – Hannah bedtime. Kisses, swaddling, fans on, and “goodnight” small baby.

10:45p – Gather all necessary items to make it through the night (diapers -if not refilled, wipes, diaper rash creme, flannel inserts, extra cover, nursing pillow, etc) and make sure they’re bedside since I don’t want to be wandering the house all night long with a crying baby when I could be sleeping. Update blog (setting completed post, if applicable, to a scheduled date). Start cloth diapers in wash.

11p –  Brush teeth, think through scheduling needs of next day, start laundry if needed, feed cats – especially if they were previously forgotten to be fed (my bad), last minute tidy-up. Transfer diapers to dryer or finish wash cycle.

11:30p – Fall over dead into bed… or a few minutes after 11:30p cause something else needed my attention.

*** Scroll to top of the post and repeat tomorrow. =D

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Final Goodbye

From an email sent to my Sunday School class about Grandpa Stauffer:

“Grandpa Stauffer began heavenly walking with Jesus this morning at 6am. He shed this world and stepped into the second chapter of his life without pain or distress, but peacefully in his sleep. We’re all taking comfort in the hope that he is now standing on two legs [he previously had one amputated] and meeting his Savior face to face. We’re also hopeful that he’ll get to dance with his earthly bride again.

While the transition hurts for those of us left behind, the hope in Christ is more than enough to grant a supernatural peace about the whole situation. Barb and Rodger both woke up this morning around 5am feeling that something was different. Rodger later shared that he had a dream that he and Barb were standing in the house with Grandpa and everyone was at peace.

Please, if you do not mind, pray that the Hope we have in Christ is able to bring family members into a stronger desire for Jesus as memorial service plans, phone calls, and travels to Michigan naturally bring up conversations about eternity. Grandpa Stauffer’s wishes to be cremated and buried next to his beautiful bride will be carried out at the small grave-side service in early October.

Thank you again for your love and prayers.

And again, it cannot be stressed enough, that the hope of Christ makes this whole situation saturate our faith in a new level of New Jerusalem focus.

One day every knee shall bow… just some get the privilege to kneel before the rest of us.”

– We know you are resting in peace, Grandpa Stauffer. And we’re also so thankful that you are resting in true Joy. You are so loved and already are missed.

– To God be the glory. 

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Her Voice

The phone rang at another inopportune moment: the baby crying and ready for a fresh diaper, two little girls needing encouragement at the table to choose eating over playing. I heard the familiar family answer machine message inviting the general public into a sample of Rachael’s cuteness before leaving the necessary essentials for correspondence. Then came the almost unrecognizable voice, it sounded important but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hear over the baby’s needs. Freshly diapered and reswaddled, my tag-along and I returned to the answer machine, figuring I had a call to direct to Pastor through my husband. I couldn’t place what small portions of the voice I was able to distinguish before, my mind filing through names and faces. Replay and a now quiet room revealed her voice. A voice of deep hurt mixed with desperation. A voice needing a friend.

I wasn’t used to hearing her this way. She always holds herself so strong. Her years of experience carry such confidence and assurance. When someone like that takes on such a broken tone, it doesn’t matter that you just conversed the other day. All of a sudden they become masked until something in their speech is revealed. “Son, I have been trying to get a hold of you and I just can’t,” her semi-whisper broke through. “I need to talk to pastor and I don’t have his number,” her voice unmasked her tears. I was frozen. The rest became a routine. My husband, the assistant pastor was needed, but far more than that, my husband, a son… a friend, was needed.

He wasn’t responding how we thought he would. We all had high hopes. The statistics felt manageable. The promise of a distance from pain coming. The promise of mobility, healing and hope being on the horizon. The family came in as support, encouraging and praying. They got to visit and send their well-wishes in person, face to face – a rarity for such distant travelers, though close in their hearts. Then it took an unexpected turn. Health being a funny friend… or foe.

I’m going to miss him. His quirky wit. His stubborn tone. I’m going to miss the way his face lit up while watching his great grandkids. His funny remarks and commentary leaving some confused as to his sincerity. Hehe. Great Grandpa was just great grandpa – grouchy, stubborn and lovable all wrapped up in one. And he will be missed. He is missed as we say goodbye.

It just hit me all the more,

when it came through her voice.

– praying.

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The Five of Us

I’m going to take this quiet moment to post another update on our little family before what I presume to be a bit of a silence as we settle in to our life of being a family of five.

On Hannah’s birthday (Wednesday), we had the girls come up to meet their sister after their naps. When after their naps turned into post-dinner, Matt and I were anxious to see our two little girls and then usher them on to their slumbers (so we could get ours). While the girls were running on the last fumes of an out of the ordinary day of excitement, they were very curious about Hannah.

The Reactions:

Rachael, when coming into the hospital room, immediately ran to me with a hug and then instantly realized someone was holding a baby. She instinctively went to investigate as “this is Hannah, your sister” was resounded from family in the room. Rachael’s nurturing kicked into full gear naturally and she began snuggling and kissing Hannah’s little head. She stroked the baby’s head, staking her place firmly as her guardian. 😉

 Aww, look at her loving on Hannah.

Abi when coming into the hospital room immediately ran to Mommy and stayed there hugging me for about five minutes. I missed you too, my little Abi. When Abi realized there was a baby in Goga’s (My Mom’s) lap, Abi was concerned at first, announcing Hannah’s little baby noises to be “baby’s crying”. It took her a moment to really absorb that Hannah was alive and more than just a bundled doll. Of course the prospect of holding a baby delighted our dear, independent toddler who threw herself onto the couch and stuck her arms out as if we planned on just handing her the weightless Hannah. 😉 And her joy? Oh it was contagious.

My little, holding my littlest. =)

And then she initiated her own affections for her little sister.

Hannah’s reaction? Well as you can see, she just slept the whole time, clueless of their presence or even being passed around. It was her first solid nap on this side of the womb so the poor baby was knocked out cold.

It was cool to witness the next day during the girls’ visit, the normalcy that seemed to be taking hold as the reality crept in. Rachael and Abi were well rested and full of energy, but in many ways they were back to their old ways with less of the bottled nervous excitement. Without a real schedule and no pressing dinner needs, we were able to visit with more relaxation.  The girls brought their hospital bags (my dear friend, Darlene, mailed them goody bags for entertainment during their hospital trips) and happily colored, ate snacks and shared.

Hannah’s routine check occurred while the girls were there and there was instant fascination. I was so grateful for the nursing staff’s desire to answer kid questions and help build the bridge between Ms. crying Hannah and her concerned sisters. During the check-up I think is one of the firs times Abi really realized Hannah was real. She was very concerned about Hannah’s well-being and it was really the first time Abi took on a “big sister” roll in her concern. My mom and the nurses were fantastic in reassuring Abi that they were not hurting Hannah and helping to normalize the “new to Abi” cries of a newborn.

We also got the opportunity to take Hannah for a walk through the Mother/Baby Unit hallways. Rachael and Abi helped push Hannah along in her rolling crib-cart as we all enjoyed the delights of hallway art, windows outside, a scale (we all needed to be weighed), and peeking into the nursery from the outside glass. We were happy to discover a Daddy in there caring for his newborn girl which brought up all kinds of conversation about babies. It was also the first time I realized that while Hannah is a deceptive 10lb baby (she’s primarily just seriously long, but has a small head and small feet and is well-balanced weight-wise) she is certainly big in comparison to little scrawny newborns. hehe.

After an animal cracker snack, Daddy escorted Rachael and Abi downstairs to the exit and grabbed himself something to eat on the way back up. The departure this time was a little more difficult for the girls since they weren’t quite as keen on us staying at the hospital a second night, but the hope of us all coming home the following day added to Daddy’s escort seemed to help in the equation.

Hannah and I had a quiet few moments alone while Daddy was transitioning with the girls and enjoyed some special snuggle time.

Then came a harder night with latching problems, Hannah discovering her pterodactyl scream (ouch!) and a general discontentment presiding over our once-gentler daughter. While it was a rough night, not going to lie, it was reassuring to discover in the morning that those behaviors are normal for a newborn (especially a breastfed one) on day two and day three due to them trying to figure out the balance of fussiness/feeding in the context of encouraging Mom’s milk to come in. 

This morning (Friday) we “slept in” til almost 9am (I called it napping since I had only gotten about an hour of consistent sleep from 11p – 7a). Hannah’s jaundice count was taken again, for some reason someone chose 6am as a good morning wake-up time. And we found ourselves doing “the lasts” to prepare for our hospital discharge. 

Hannah’s thrilled to go home…. really. 😉

Doctors visited, paperwork was drawn up, and the girls and my mom arrived to bring us home. 

After loading up the car with three children, 1/2 a country’s worth of luggage, and two tired parents, we circled round to pull out of the parking lot when we saw a familiar woman waving down our car. It was my mom. Puzzled we wondered why she wasn’t in her car. She then explained that her car would not start. So since Mom’s car was blocked in on all sides by various other vehicles, we popped up our second stow-away captain’s chair in the van, loaded in more luggage to the car, and added my Mom to our van-load with promises to return to the hospital at less “visiting hours” time to jump her car and bring it back. So it was a funny little spin on our “uneventful” discharge from the hospital. 


Back at home the girls went down for their much-needed naps, Matt and I ate lunch, Hannah was fed/rediapered, Mat started and I transferred laundry, and we proceeded to settle in. After caring for Hannah’s needs, I started to nod off on the couch (something about having slept a total of 7 hours over the past 3 nights) and found my refuge snuggling Ms. Hannah in my own bed. I awoke groggily to a confusing scene of people coming in to visit, later streaming it all together to being various instances of my girls and Matt beckoning me to dinner. Homemade pizza, thanks for the expert cooking of my Mom and the girls’ topping distribution, hit the spot in more ways than one. 

With bedtime around the corner, the girls played, cleaned up (reluctantly) and were ushered back into a variation of their normal routine (extra cuddling was needed for the toddler and extra attention for the preschooler to reassure them without words that they are still “our girls” and are not being replaced). Hannah was gracious to snuggle my mom with minimal vocalizing. 😉

After the girls were tucked into bed, Matt and Mom left to go retrieve Mom’s car and enjoy the fun of night-time grocery shopping. That left Hannah and I and a quiet house. Hannah HIGHLY reluctantly received her first bath at home 

 Sponge bath = no good.

and then found her comfort in the swaddling wrap. 

 Swaddling wrap = good.

And then I got to sit down here in the quiet and record the blessings of the first few days of “the five of us” while yawning. =)

So thus far on out there will probably be a little lull of “long” blog posts. You can only do a “new family” the right way once so I’d like to turn my attention from the blog/electronic communications to communicating love, trust, and full attention (or as much as can be given between naps) to this wonderful family in which God has graced us.


Thank you for your love and support and encouragement. 

We are so excited and delight to get the opportunity to settle in to 

“the five of us”. =)


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A Wonderful Birthday Celebration.

*written yesterday but didn’t have time to post til today.

We started out yesterday morning coming in to be induced at 5am. While 5am was an early start to the day (since the day really started at 3:30a for me), we were excited at the surreal joy of finally getting to meet our Hannah. One last photo of the bump before suiting up in the gorgeous hospital gown 😉 and starting the IV.

They began the induction with a very small dose of Pitocin at 6am. It was a little slow going from the 3cm I started at to 4cm that we finally accomplished five hours later. They slowly inched the Pitocin up during the first five hours. And then after 12mL of pitocin per minute, my body took over and ran the rest of the labor without need for further induction.

The labor was primarily a lot of back labor and tailbone pain added to the laboring contractions. So I happily received an epidural at 4cm dilation and 75% effacement. Unfortunately the first epidural was a “dud”, but once it was removed and reapplied, my joy and smile returned. =)

I went from 5cm to 6 and almost 7cm in an hour and a half. Then I moved to 8, almost 9cm in twenty five minutes and landed at 10cm five minutes later. Yeah… the second half of labor went fast. And here’s the funny, quirkiness of my daughter. I was dilated to 10cm and fully effaced… and Hannah still had not dropped. hehe. No sooner had the nurse told me to notify her of any pressure I may have that the pressure of Hannah slowly descending into the birth canal was felt. Dr. K was still in transit from the office when I felt the first desire to push. I ignored that desire, waiting out Dr. K’s arrival.

I felt relieved when the nurses asked me to take a couple of preparatory pushes and then Dr. K walked into the room shortly thereafter. When I first started delivery pushes I felt immediately that Hannah was big. And after six or seven rounds of three/four pushes a piece, Hannah was out and under the lights. Physically Hannah’s delivery affects on my body were the gentlest to date via delivery. For that I was grateful for no additional drama and am currently blessed to be healing well and mobile.

Hannah was born at 2:12pm on September 5th, 2012 at a whopping 10lbs, 10 ounces and 24 inches long.

Yes, I birthed a 3 month old. 😉 And she couldn’t be healthier.

Hannah blessed me by immediately taking to nursing with a kind latch and has been a valiant learner since. I am thankful for the leeway of her ten pound self to teach her to get her suck organized without the urgency of jaundice or a low birth weight.

Still under twenty-four hours old, Hannah has been kind to Matt and I with her sweet little personality desiring uninterrupted close snuggling. She prefers to listen to Matt and my heartbeat and breathing while nuzzling her little face into our necks. She has a wonderful set of mature lungs that find their power when poked and prodded by nursing staff, but otherwise just complains in bird-like pathetic squawks when she feels that Mommy and Daddy are too far away.

Rachael and Abi came up to meet our newest family member the evening of the 5th, delighting in Hannah’s little bundle amongst to excitements of the hospital room, cupcakes to celebrate Hannah’s birthday (thanks Aunt Jes) and the energy of a day of play away from Mommy and Daddy that refused to let them sit still for long. Unfortunately I was awaiting the affects of my pain medication while they were visiting, but Rachael and Abi gave me grace and tried to hug very gently.

The first night Hannah napped in the evening, her first real nap on this side of the womb, and happily nursed for at least 15 minutes per side three times before settling in for the night at 1am. She slept until Mommy encouraged her feeding at 3am and had her first dirty diaper since delivery. Hannah decided to excel in her pottying habits coming in with her daily requirement of dirty diapers not during the regular 24 hours, but at just a few minutes over 12 hours. The nurse was very happy at the fruit of a good nurser.

So as we continue to nap, study, and delight over our newest daughter, we are enjoying her little grunts, snuggling habits, and excited visitors later today who will come to celebrate with us the blessing and miraculous gift of Hannah Joy.

She’s currently sleeping with her Daddy, inching over to be closer to his face so I am going to get off the computer and take advantage of another napping window before Hannah;s next feeding session.

We are blessed beyond belief and thankful for all the prayers, encouragement and support we have and will continue to receive from all our friends and family. It really has been an utter pleasure to share in these moments with you all. And best of all, it has and will continue to be our complete pleasure to share with you our dear little Hannah Joy. Thank you all again.

Happy birthday, little Hannah. Welcome to our world. =)

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