Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
(Totally unrelated, here she is in her official “1 week” photo -- just beautiful!):
I do not have photos of the actual deed as it was being perpetrated, but I have heard that there was much crying and carrying on (just as it was with the sponge bath). However, after the trauma was over, she was positively radiant:
May she always recover so beautifully from all of the little traumas in her life!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Ready to go home:
I am told that once they got home, Bacon and Turco were curious about the squeaky little creature that had invaded their house, but not aggressive. They became quite concerned when Paisley cried, but by Wednesday morning they had better things to do:
I received a call on early Monday evening, wondering if I might be available to come spend the night, just to make the transition easier. Are you kidding? I just needed a little time to finish some catching up at home and I was on my way. The first night was mostly spent trying to start establishing Paisley’s feeding schedule and taking turns getting some sleep.
This is just a “Pack and Play”, not even a full-sized crib. Look how tiny she is:
Tuesday was the big adventure, as her parents decided to give her a sponge bath. She did not like it at all:
Later, after being wrapped in a towel, all sweet and clean, the poor little thing was comforted by her grandmother. Paisley glared across the sofa at her mean old parents (giving what is known as the “stank eye”):
By Wednesday afternoon, it was time for me to come home, and Pod had her first doctor’s appointment. She had not quite made up the weight she had lost (she’s now 5 pounds 6 ounces), but everything was looking good. (I am a little worried about her mother, though. I think her blood pressure may still be a problem and I’m hoping she will get that checked out today – hint, hint!)
However, Mandy did feel good enough to whip out her camera and capture the beauty of Paisley Grace:
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Parenthood is a unique opportunity to assist The Lord in His work and His glory. As we bring children into the world, we give them the opportunity to enter mortality. As we teach those children about Jesus Christ and the power of His atonement, we help them to hopefully enter a path which will prepare them to eventually travel back to their Heavenly Father at the end of their mortal journey. In return, we have the opportunity to draw closer to God by learning about service, sacrifice, and unconditional love – all of the qualities that He has. As we watch our children’s’ trials and triumphs, as well as woes and weaknesses, we can gain a sense of how Heavenly Father must feel as he watches each one of us.
Yesterday I had the incredible blessing of being there as my daughter and her husband accepted the sacred privilege of stewardship over one of Heavenly Father’s children. Paisley Grace is here!
Mandy had struggled with swelling and blood pressure all week. On Friday she was not feeling well and Jeromy took her to the local fire station for a blood pressure check. With the bottom number of her blood pressure being 124, they headed to the hospital. Sure enough, there was no doubt then that preeclampsia was the culprit. The first night was spent trying to get Mandy’s blood pressure down, and she was scheduled to start the induction of labor at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. All of the stories that we had heard led us to believe that it would be a very long day, so Robert and I returned to the hospital around 9:00 on Saturday morning.
Mandy was lying on her side when we came into the room. She was in a lot of pain, and kept talking about “the pressure”. A nurse walked into the room as she was talking about “the pressure” and informed her that the pressure was there because she was ready to start pushing. Ready to start pushing? “Mandy, honey,” I exclaimed, “If you are ready to start pushing, that means you are almost there!”
It was somewhere in this conversation that Jeromy informed me that they had learned that they were allowed to have one other person in the room not only during labor, but also during delivery. I was actually going to get to see Pod being born!
Besides having my own children, it was just about the most exciting time of my life. Jeromy was on one side of the bed holding Mandy’s right hand, and I was on the other side holding her left hand. Together we were “Team Lackey”! During contractions Mandy worked hard, pushing with all that she had, while Jeromy and I cheered her on, reminding her to hold her breath as we counted to ten. I had forgotten just how much work having a baby is (is that why it’s called “labor”?), but Mandy did great. I was so proud of her! It wasn’t too long before you could see the top of Paisley’s head.
Lots more pushing, and then suddenly, there she was! Paisley Grace! The most beautiful baby ever! Here are some pictures to prove my point:
Here she is not long after having been born (they had just finished cleaning her up a bit):
Getting inked up for footprints:
A first family portrait, with two VERY tired parents and their beautiful daughter:
In the nursery: “Ouch! What are you doing?”
Taking measurements, getting shots, and getting her temperature taken – how much does she have to endure?
Here she is, in all of her scrawny, 5 pound 13 ounce glory!
Her mother was mostly bald when she was born, so I was surprised to see so much hair!
A grandfather is born!
What a wonderful gift is Paisley Grace! Our sweet Pod! May I always be mindful of her mortal journey ahead, and may her grandfather and I be adequate to the task of doing our part in assisting her with it!
Friday, August 6, 2010
I can’t begin to tell you what she meant to me. I once read a saying, “Our friends see the best in us, and that very fact calls forth the best from us.” Chewka Marie had lived with us for quite some time when I was researching something squirrelly on the internet and I read something else: a squirrel rehabilitator warned that you should NEVER, EVER keep a squirrel as a pet. According to this person, squirrels were vicious little critters that could never be tamed. I’m so glad that I didn’t read that in the beginning. My ignorance allowed me to just go forward, building a relationship with my sweet Chewka Marie.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Regardless, the doctor said yesterday that if Pod is not here in two weeks, labor will be induced. So one way or another, Robert and I WILL be grandparents in two weeks! We are so excited and look forward to meeting Pod!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
“Be careful what you wish for….” This weekend I was afraid that Pod might actually get here before we were ready (she’s due around August 24th). After months of having not only normal, but actually low, blood pressure, Mandy’s blood pressure skyrocketed, and stayed elevated for more than 24 hours. This came after having to leave work early on Friday because of some major swelling. The fear: preeclampsia. To complicate things further, poor Jeromy, suffering from some really bad poison oak, had gone to a 24-hour clinic and received a cortisone shot. What no one knew at the time was that Jeromy is allergic to cortisone, and his allergic reaction caused his blood pressure to reach the highest heights also. Unfortunately, the only thing that will fix his condition is time (the shot will just have to wear off).
A trip to the hospital for Mandy resulted in some lab tests (results will be back on Wednesday), orders to stay home on bed rest, and instructions to see her doctor if anything changes. If Mandy actually gets preeclampsia, the only remedy is to have the baby. So far Pod is hanging in there, and as much as I would love to see her, we all keep saying, “Not just yet.” However, Mandy is MY baby, and her health has to be considered, too.
I spent a lot of time with Mandy and Jeromy over the last few days, and it was good to have the chance to be there with them. I’m glad that we live nearby because I would have been sick with worry if I had to rely on phone updates. It’s 104 degrees here, and typically days like that cause me to hear Montana calling. However, after this weekend, I also hear a little voice that says, “Not just yet…”