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Many friends told me the first two weeks of a baby’s life involve the biggest transition. As a parent you just have to resolutely march through them. I’m sure this is due to the combination of sleep deprivation, a mother’s own need to recover (and dad having to step in to pick up the extra slack while also working) and learning your baby’s preferences. Now that I’m in week three (so experienced here, HA!) I thought I’d share some thoughts on the first two weeks of newborn life.
Prior to Phoenix’s delivery, I read posts like this in hopes of gleaning tips. All babies personalities are different but there are developmental similarities.
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Despite the discomfort that comes with growing a human, I really enjoyed being pregnant. Some seasons were easier than others but attempting to live moment to moment helped me move through the more challenging symptoms.
The third trimester of pregnancy begins on week 28 and lasts until your baby arrives! I entered my third trimester while on our California road trip. There was a distinctive shift (while walking around San Francisco) in my energy and endurance level as I transitioned into my third trimester. Our Baby was getting bigger and my body required more effort to move throughout the day.
“Your little one will get a whole lot larger in the third trimester, growing from about 2 1/2 pounds and 16 inches long in week 28 of pregnancy to between 6 and 9 pounds and 19 to 22 inches long in week 40.” — What to Expect
I didn’t have too many new symptoms arise in the third trimester, but let’s dive into my final trimester.
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He’s here and he’s perfect. World, meet Phoenix David Short.
After laboring for seven hours, Phoenix surprised us all by his breech positioning. He was delivered by cesarean section at 7:19 am Wednesday, July 27th. A complete, 8 lbs 2 oz and 19 inch bundle of squishy goodness.
We can’t get enough. We’re completely smitten.
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When infertility is part of your story there are moments you aren’t sure you’ll ever experience: showers, baby registries, decorating a nursery and of course a maternity photoshoot.
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A few weeks ago, some Nashville friends gathered around us to celebrate the arrival of Baby Short. Jordan and I feel so blessed (an overused word, but also true) by our Nashville community and when I originally sat down to write this post, all I could think about was gratitude. My heart is bursting with love.
Moving to a new city is overwhelming for a multitude of reasons, but quite possibly one of the biggest reasons is the fear of loneliness. Will I be able to find a tribe? It’s a valid concern as finding friends isn’t a guarantee. Through some luck (and a little effort), we have found ourselves embraced by an amazing group of people. This tribe came together to host a lovely and relaxing baby shower.
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Jordan and I went to a birthing class recently. It was held in my doctor’s office and run by an experienced labor and delivery nurse. The information was conveyed to the group in a no-nonsense yet humorous way. It helped us feel even more at ease despite the fact that we have no idea how or when our baby will arrive. The hospital where I will deliver is extremely baby friendly*, which is important to me, but you know what isn’t important to me? Having a natural childbirth experience.
The topic of birth and birth plans among women my age is inevitable, and while many share from an honest, loving place, I’ve sometimes left those conversations feeling icky. Why has it become the norm to define our value as a mother by our birth plan? I won’t allow myself to feel less-than because I’ve opted for a more “Western medicine” approach.
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On a cold Saturday in May, Jordan and I gathered with close family and friends to celebrate our sweet baby boy. We were extremely touched by the details and arrangements made by my sister-in-laws (+ moms!). Everything was so darling! I enjoy going to other people’s wedding and baby showers, but there is an element of unconformability when it is your own. Who will come? Will they enjoy themselves? Will I be able to talk to everyone equally? Thankfully, my fears were subsided pretty quickly.
Jordan and I wanted our day to be relaxed and a time to catch up with people we don’t get to see very often. And we were able to do just that!
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According to the internet the second trimester of pregnancy is from week 13 through week 28. I’m now into week 31 so before I completely forget how my second trimester went I figured I should write it all down and share my tips!
My first trimester wasn’t terrible but looking back it wasn’t all sunshine and roses either. I had all-day nausea though I never got sick. I was tired and bloated but still managed to go to work and get the basics done. My doctor kept telling me the second trimester was when you feel the best, but I didn’t wake up one day immediately feeling amazing. The transition into my second trimester was gradual.
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Walking into our 20 week ultrasound scan on February 29th, I was full of butterflies. And not just baby flutters! Up until this point my pregnancy felt very abstract. My body acted and looked pregnant but it was still hard for me to fully grasp all that was taking place. Knowing the gender of our baby was a no-brainer for me as I needed something to make everything more concrete. I couldn’t wait to start using a personal pronoun and narrowing down our name choices.
So without further ado…
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Since the fateful weekend where I took five pregnancy tests and discovered I could get pregnant, I’ve wondered how I would address moving from the camp of “infertility” to the camp of “mom.”
There is a solidarity in finding others who are struggling the same way you are struggling. I found my journey to be much more bearable once I discovered I wasn’t alone. And while we are all hoping for our miracle baby, when someone leaves the camp, those still in the camp rejoice but a little bit of sadness still remains.
Most nights I think of all the women (that followed my journey or vice-versa) who are still waiting for their positive pregnancy test and I wonder, “Why me?”
It’s overwhelming to think about, and I want you to know I haven’t forgotten.
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