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Originally uploaded by NicoleRaine
Ewan is 1 whole year old! We had a lovely little party for him with many fine people in attendance. Ewan received some amazing gifts today - and thoroughly enjoyed road testing them.

Fortunately, he went down for an nap about an hour and a half before his party as so was able to get some rest before the fun began. This meant that he did not scream through his first birthday! In fact, he was well behaved and a little charmer, as usual.

His little friend, Alice, was in attendance and between the two of them we had cuteness overload. She's 17 months old and about his size. I'm so glad he had a friend to play with today!

In proper photography nerd-mom fashion I set up lights for his cake annihilation so as to get some keepsake shots. I'm so excited to have the squashing of his cake captured forever. I was so impressed at how he totally destroyed it! He just poked it at first, but before long he was in there with both hands tearing it apart. He didn't eat much of it, fortunately. I was a little disappointed that he didn't rub it all over his head or anything of that nature, but he still made enough of a mess to earn himself his second birthday bath of the day. He got a bath and a costume change... and I got a costume change as well.

I can't believe it went so quickly. I can never seem to get around to everyone to chat. However, I think the party was a success. Ewan certainly seemed to enjoy himself and that's really all that matters.
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Ewan-9151
Originally uploaded by NicoleRaine

Last weekend, as mentioned, Ewan went on his first road trip. We first stopped in Portland so that he could meet his Uncle [livejournal.com profile] kevbonium and then moved on to Cannon Beach, OR.

For your viewing pleasure...



See more photos on my Flickr site.
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Ewan-9295
Originally uploaded by NicoleRaine

Ewan and Sophie appear to have made friends. They are sharing the Boppy while snoozing away this morning. For a rainy, dreary morning it's still managing to feel rather homey.

Everyone is sleeping except for me. I've even managed to get in some vacuuming this morning.

A well. Guess this means my transformation into the Mother Unit is pretty much complete.


+1 )
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Quick Post.

Me: Tired. Exhausted. Headaches. Love my son. Frustrated with the house. Stir Crazy. Still Tired. Getting the hang of it? Maybe not. Behind on correspondence. Misshapen. Not healed. Cluttered. Need Facial. Need Haircut. Clothes don't fit. Ready to get back to work. Worried about leaving Ewan too soon. Frustrated with family. Trying to be a good mum. Trying to be a good wife. Calm. Hungry. No concept of time whatsoever. Having a hard time putting down the baby.

Ewan: Bigger. Alert. Smiles. Giggles sometimes. Very talkative- much more so in the last week-ish. A little pudgier. Likes to swing. Likes to move. Likes to be read to. Dislikes diaper changes when wet. Warming up to baths. Sleeps on my chest. Does not like to be put down. Still has goopy eye. Feeding better. Eating constantly. Makes mummy tired. Makes mummy cry- happy tears, frustrated tears. Probably close to 8lbs but we'll find out tomorrow. Played with Dad today. Getting to know dad. Growing into his clothes. Growing so fast. Hair and skin so soft. Love his smell. Likes singing. Looks good in darker colours- blue, green, black. Looks ill in yellow. Has dad's toes. Has mom's nose. Has a belly button. Has mum's scowl. Has mum's dimples. Scratches. Likes to suck. Prefers pinky fingers. Enjoys many types of music. Angel.

[livejournal.com profile] squidyfishlove: Supportive. Trying to adapt. Working. Tired. Halo 3. King of the kitchen. Sleeping alone. Trying to like his son. Getting there.
eniarelocin: (Heres lookin at you.)
Outlook says it's Wednesday the 24th already. How in the bloody hell did that happen? I swear it must be last week!

Ewan is almost 2 weeks old, and I think we're sort of getting settled in. Today I'm trying to get a few things done because I can't take any more of this resting crap. I feel lazy- and that's no good. I do realize that if I don't rest then I won't heal, but a girl can only take so much. So, Ewan is trying out the sling so I can type a little bit. I have 4 pages of a bigger update in draft on the laptop... I'll post it at some point.

Ewan Updates


Yesterday we went to our 2 week postpartum visit at the midwife. She checked out Ewan- he's good. She checked out me- I'm good, including my stitches, with which I was a little concerned. I've lost 20lbs of my pregnancy weight... still 14 to go. Apparently this is a good thing, but I was really hoping it would all be gone. Alas, I think I know where the rest of it can be found- most of it is in my bra... the rest is sitting on my hips. BAH! Freakin' mom body.

Oh yeah... I'm a mum. Weeeeeird.

Ewan's weight experienced the usual drop following birth. The bench mark is to regain weight and return to birth weight by two weeks. As of yesterday, Ewan weighed 7lbs 2oz, so he's a little ahead of the curve. He's definitely been eating enough! This means that nursing is triumphant. We had some major troubles with that for the first week, but I think we're getting the hang of it... mostly. Stephen and I both think he's getting/gotten his first growth spurt. He already looks bigger and I think he's put on a little more baby pudge- namely in his cheeks. He's already growing up! *sob* Ah well... it probably wouldn't hurt him to grow into the newborn sized clothing. He's still a little guy.

Sadly, Ewan got his first heal prick yesterday. He took it like a man, but I didn't enjoy it. So I guess we're getting the PKU after all.

Other than that... Ewan is super cute. He shows off his dimples pretty regularly. I found his ticklish spot on his neck and he seems to like a little bit of tickling. I definitely like the very near giggling. He also has semi ticklish feet. I think he and I are getting along pretty well. He likes sleeping on my chest and I don't like putting him down so that's working out alright. He really enjoys classical music (though right now we're listening to the bleepy stuff). He still keeps me up a lot of the night, but we're getting better all around.

[livejournal.com profile] squidyfishlove has had to go back to work this week, so it's been a bit harder for me, but we're getting the hang of it. I don't think I could have survived last week if Stephen had been working... somewhat literally. I've had to be on extreme rest to get these stitches to heal and I'm still bleeding. There is a very direct correlation between the amount of bleeding and the amount of rest I get. I spent the last two days pretty much hanging out on the couch and watching movies with Ewan and so was doing a little better- until I started running up and down the stairs last night and trying to get ready for company (there has a been a lot of that too). Today I'm trying to find a balance. I can't stand to sit on my arse anymore, but I don't want to end up with an infection. I actually have antibiotics here if I need them because I had a fever and some yucky symptoms at the end of last week, but I have held off on starting them because my stomach has been bad enough without allowing those to strip my system. No thank you. Eating is hard enough as it is. Especially since we've been living off of pizza for the last three days... I'm so glad it's gone. Thankfully the pizza was offset with a box of SUPER JUICY pears, apples and other goodies from Harry and David, sent by aunt Linda, uncle mark, and cousin Adam. (THANK YOU!) I wish I could just ask for a glass of juice and have it magically appear again like I was getting so accustomed to with Stephen free.

He's really kicked in with the housework- I've been pretty impressed. He won't let anyone touch the kitchen- it's his area. I haven't done a single load of laundry since Ewan was born- I also can't find a lot of things, but oh well. Mom has been over here and there, but she mainly just gets to hold Ewan while I sleep or hang out and make food for me while I feed the little dude. The few days she's been able to come over have been really good. Now that everyone is back to work, except for me, and it's been a couple of weeks, I'm trying to adjust to life with baby. It's weird. I don't know where the time goes. It seems like I'm constantly feeding and changing him, I'm still pretty tired. But I really enjoy him being around all the time. It makes me weepy- in a good way. I fear I've gone soft.

Things I would like to do, however: get an entire night of sleep, feel truly rested, put on make-up, spend some time on skin care, ride my motorcycle!, clean everything, frame some things, hang some things, go visit [livejournal.com profile] kevbonium in Portland, go have some really good coffee, go snowboarding, etc.
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Ewan-8714
Originally uploaded by NicoleRaine

Ewan Andrew Terhune


Born 12 October, 2007, 02:14 AM. 7 lbs, 19.5 inches.



More pics of Ewan are here on Flickr.
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What a horrendous night!!!

So, that nasty egg concoction was not well digested by my body. The Castor Oil was not well received. Starting around 1am I was getting contractions, and by 1:30 they were coming hard and strong and three minutes apart and lasting about 1m 20 secs, on top of constant tightness. That was crazy no fun. Stephen was a champ and very helpful through that section, especially the part where I expelled the Castor Oil Eggs and goodness knows what else into one of the handy foot soak tubs I purchased for doing pedicures with [livejournal.com profile] to_rei_shi. That was a $1.56 well spent!

Given this, we called Darlene. I was pretty out of it. I was clinging to the counter at this point, managing to talk, but not that well. Seriously not fun. So... we decided to hold off the on the second does a little while long- I think it ended up being after 4am before I managed to really make it back to bed and stay there for longer than about 10 minutes at a time. 10 minutes in bed, 45 in the bathroom. GAH.

But... I had some show at 3:27, according to my log, and then more just before 4am. This means to me that those horrible contractions were doing something.

The good news is that after about 4:30 or 5 the priority switched to sleep- which we both desperately needed. At 9:45ish, I was getting up to use the loo again and felt rush of fluid, so I froze thinking maybe I'd soiled myself, but moved again and more fluid which I couldn't stop with Kegels. Then at 10:08 more fluid... and since then about 1 TBSP just about every time I move- so it looks like my water really has broken.

Stephen has been sent out to bank and to collect my thyroid Rx refill... so while he's gone, I'm trying to get contractions going on their own (which will work better when I actually get up and start moving more- right now I'm just wiggling in my chair). If they do, we go with it. If they don't then I do the second round of terrible Castor Oil via the chocolate milkshake. I think I'll do the milkshake anyway- something cold and creamy (soy creamy) sounds really good on my shredded intestinal tract. I'm thinking yoghurt is going to be high on the list of edibles as well...

However, we made a run to the Co-op last and got a lot of really good food. I have fresh radishes, yams, the BEST apples ever- almost as good as the huge one I got in Germany near Blenheim- two big jugs of organic apple juice, pear juice, the shampoo and conditioner I love, and generally healthy, yummy goodness. I shall masticate it and love it all (in little bits at a time of course, I really don't eat that much)... and hopefully it will all stay put.

So anyway... we're still not in consistent active labor but I think we're on our way to getting there. Baby is still moving around... can't believe we're going to meet our little peanut soon! I washed everything last night... so lots of clean, soft clothes and blankets await baby!

The Grandma's have been alerted and will be arriving later this afternoon.

I wonder how long this is going to take... will we have an 11th or 12th baby? Probably 12th.

K Stephen, hurry up! I'm finally hungry again.
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Feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme, get on up, it's bobsled baby time!

It Begins | 40 Week Midwife Appointment


There is nothing like going in to something like a midwife appointment at this stage in the game and hearing just what you wanted to hear.

After all of my efforts this week- Acupuncture, Thai Curry for lunch yesterday, walking for an hour with Darryl and Alice, "Indian Hot" Vegetable Curry for dinner last night, and thinking wide cervical thoughts- it turns out that we are in fact getting somewhere. Not only have I had some intermittent contractions and a lot of tightness, but I am, in fact, 3 cm dilated! My cervix is about 1 cm thick and the baby is at -1 Station (which is pretty good). I think the baby was quite surprised to get poked in the head for the first time EVER. Imagine its confusion.

So, the only not great news is that my blood pressure has crept up a little bit further, but that turns into good news because give that my cervix is favourable, Darlene doesn't want to wait until next week and possibly jeopardize our home birth. Basically we're looking to have a baby tomorrow or Friday. To accomplish this I have to find some happy balance between walking, controlling my urge to clean the whole world, and getting plenty of rest and then take 2oz of Castor Oil tonight at 2200, and another 2 oz tomorrow morning at 0400.

Mom has been alerted. The Mother-in-law has been alerted. Stephen's boss(es) have been alerted. I'm officially done with work for a while (other than photography stuff which never really stops). The house could use a last once over, but other than that we're pretty much there. The plan is to spend the afternoon with Charlotte and allow myself to be pretty much distracted with things until Stephen gets done with work for today. The plan then is to hit the co-op and get the last minute food items we may need in the next few days... and other than that, the plan is to spend some time together with just the two of us.

It's odd to think it won't be just the two of us again... probably not ever, really. Our lives, our relationship, we are about to change permanently. It's even more odd to know that these changes, this huge life event and everything that entails is just staring us in the face. We are a family- now more than ever. That's a pretty amazing feeling.

This morning I was so uncomfortable and rather grumpy with being uncomfortable... now I'm more excited than I know what to do with. I'm standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast ocean- the winds of change are blowing across my face and my toes are wrapped around the edge of the sheer rock. I have my arms out just waiting to jump... and hopefully fly. Then, from the beautiful sunset on the not so distant horizon, a little butterfly flutters up and lands on my nose.

What a crazy ride.

Watch this space.
eniarelocin: (Broken Wings)
Where was I? *Ahem*

That was a much needed and much restorative nap, btw.

Midwife Appointment, Part 2 )

Butterfly Day )


eniarelocin: (ReceptionCouple)
I'm making lists of things we [Stephen] need to remember when it's Baby Time. Included amongst those lists is that of who wants to be notified that labor and/or birth has occurred/is happening. I'm honestly not sure who to put on this list so I'm asking for your help. Please let us know if you would like to be on that list.

We are not likely to contact anyone other than immediate family if either or both of these events occur in the middle of the night. If you want to know no matter what the hour or the day, please let us know. I'm not guaranteeing anything, mind you, as I'm not likely to be in charge of this and Stephen is likely to be distracted... however, if you have your name on the piece of paper to which Stephen and/or my mom will be referring then your chances are much better.

Thanks from us.

[Poll #1060657]
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Today's post is brought to you by the letters A and G (for anxious and grumpy). Just fair warning.

So! Today marks the first day of the Third Trimester. Good bye relative comfort and having energy again. Good bye to being able to see my feet and reach them. Good bye riding my motorcycle. Good bye to still "having a ways to go."

Hello edema. Hello being tired all the time again. Hello increased back pain. Hello Braxton-Hicks Contractions. Hello Colostrom production and swollen breasts. Hello increased mood swings and crying fits. Hello Anxiety Attacks?! (What's that all about anyway?!) Hello driving on four wheels all the time, everywhere. Hello count down to baby. Hello birthing classes. Hello buying the big ticket items we've been putting off (like a carseat, the pushchair, and a breast pump). Hello pregnant waddle and unrelenting acid reflux.

But most importantly... in three months, Hello Baby!!! That's right. For those of you who need a reminder, our due date is 9 October- three months from today. Just a staggering 12 weeks to go after this one.

Second Trimester Wrap Up )
Third Trimester )
Baby Shower info and Registries )
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Can you believe it's already been one full year? I can't. Where does time go? On the one hand it feels very much as it should be and somehow like it's been longer. On another hand, we still look at each each and declare, "wow, We're Married!" on an almost daily basis. We were just discussing in the kitchen the other day as to whether or not we expect this will continue on for years and years. We somewhat expect that baby may change that.

And then there is the baby! We don't waste time, as you may have noticed. Married for one year, and pregnant for half of it. This may seem a bit quick to most minds (and I would and have said the same of others), but we've been talking about it for a couple of years. Two years ago in late summer he told me in two years we could have one. So, in my mind, that actually puts us pretty much on schedule. Coincidentally, this baby is due just five days past the second anniversary of losing the first one. I imagine that time will be sad (and I will cry because the hormones command it) and also wonderful simultaneously. [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove has always assured me that our little butterfly would come back. Ok, now I am crying.

I don't want to ramble through this post the way I usually do so I'll do my best to make this succinct.

I will not say that this first year has been perfect. It has, as we were told to expect, been hard. But it's also been very good in many ways. I think our communication, though a constant work in progress, is much improved. We've recognized the need and value of being a team. We even made a stupid hand-shake thing and goofy "Go Team Terhune" thing (which none of you will ever see). [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove has said this week that he expects the second year will be harder. I'm sure it will bring a bouncy baby bundle full of new challenges and wonders. I'm really looking forward to it.

Other than that, we're watching each other change. I've been told, as of yesterday, that I look older. I'm having fun poking at the almost 31 year old, married, father to be's newly acquired sympathy weight and he's worried about losing his hair. All the sudden it's easier to picture us much further along in life and I'm really trying to take as many mental snapshots of us now as possible. Of course, I'm always happy to take pictures with something more tangible as well... and I hope to have them for a long, long time.


Other than that, thank you again to the people who have been around to support us and be our friends. Thank you again to [livejournal.com profile] andyravensable and [livejournal.com profile] poggs for making the journey to be with us last summer. We miss you all the time. And thank you to those who are and will be putting up with us (and especially me) as we deal with, to the best of our abilities, finishing a hormone loaded pregnancy and becoming parents. Of course you must come and see the cutest little baby ever (yes, I'm that confident) when it's born.

Thank you.

And now... some pictures. :) These may include such lj types as: [livejournal.com profile] andyravensable, [livejournal.com profile] poggs, [livejournal.com profile] kevbonium, [livejournal.com profile] squidgyfishlove and [livejournal.com profile] ebonyraine, [livejournal.com profile] to_rei_shi, [livejournal.com profile] screepy, [livejournal.com profile] kt_bob, [livejournal.com profile] rjp, [livejournal.com profile] kiernyn_keroac, and a whole lot of other non lj types. Happy Scouting.

A little sentimental reminder of where we've been... and yes I'm crap for not sending copies! I still need to... argh )

That's a lot of pictures... but be rest assured... there a lot more than that. :)
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How very exciting! Meet the newest addition to our little family!

My little Pickle! )
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I have been working on [livejournal.com profile] fruitcakes. I am spoiled with having access to the prettier themes (changed mine today, too)- the old ones look hideously old and clunky... and ugly. OH well. I picked out a bunch of user pics for the community that I thought would cover the interests of all the people I'm hoping to move into it. However, even though I checked the ticky box that says Use Community Pictures instead of user pics, it doesn't. And I don't really know how to fix it. That and I'm too tired to be bothered right now. Guess I have more to figure out than I thought with the whole community thing... not that I'm really expecting it to be put to good use.

My Junk E-mail, spam basket opens this evening with a message from Melinda Schwartz who tells me to stop being obese and unhappy. I'll get right on that, Melinda.

I have a lot to say... that I don't really feel like I'm allowed to say right now. The more time goes on the less I feel like I can be who I think I am. Everything is getting me in trouble with someone and every breath seems to be offensive (yes I do brush) to someone. The constant negative feedback is less than encouraging and does not lead me to want to keep trying. And I guess I'll just leave it at that.

I really wish I could just get away for a while.
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I'm grumpy )

On a more pleasant note, we have again changed health care providers for our maternity care. The more time has passed, the more my apprehension about going to a hospital and dealing with OB's has become. I heard about a birthing center through another post which is actually closer to home. So we went and met with Darlene at Cascade Birth Center yesterday.

I called the OB's office to cancel our 16 week appointment that as set for Thursday. The receptionist asked if I wanted to reschedule and I said no. She asked if I was going to another clinic and I said I was. She then asked why I didn't want to see that doctor anymore to which I replied I didn't want to see an OB at all. Click. She hung up on me. Glad we're not going there anymore.

For the first time I actually have a good feeling about this and a positive image in my mind of whole experience. The pieces are actually coming together and I can image going through labour without being angry with nurses, afraid and anxious about what they might do to me and the baby. The bottom line is that I don't trust surgeons to not think like surgeons. I am really happy about having a midwife and now have a really positive feeling about meeting and holding our baby for the first time. I am really looking forward to that. Only another 24 weeks to go.

Now that I can get over the hating the hospital part it brings up other issues I hadn't really thought about, like who is going to be at the birth. Who will I want to have there? And how many people am I going to offend by asking them not to come? I would imagine quite a few. I can't really think of anyone, other than maybe Anna, who I would want to have in there to actually help me be calm and comfort me through the whole thing. I wish that person would be Stephen but I don't expect that. Maybe we should sign up for some birthing classes and see how that goes.

Only an hour and a half until freedom. I'm so ready to leave work. Gah.
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My broken brother, [livejournal.com profile] kevbonium, is here for the weekend having arrived looking like Fidel Castro's long lost, somehow younger, twin. He still has a cast and crutches following his ankle surgery last month, but he is quickly on the mend and on his way to re-claiming the title of the Most Mobile Man Aliveā„¢. Last night we stocked up on food we can eat, being the only vegetarians for miles around, it seems, to keep us through the weekend. I'm so happy to have a food buddy. It's awesome.

[livejournal.com profile] kevbonium, in true stylie, is has arisen from his awesome slumber and immediately started playing Castlevania on Xbox360 to the sweet sounds of Spinal Tap. He's out there making bear sounds and boppin' to Sex Farm.

Awww little brother.

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