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The Bean at Two Months


What a big girl we have!  All of that eating is paying off, as Bean is growing by the minute.  She’s now eight pounds, according to our scale at home.  She still wears her newborn size clothing, but her wardrobe has expanded, as she can wear her 0-3 month clothing as well if we roll up the sleeves and legs.  Her little bottom still easily fits into her newborn size diapers, though her digestive system has outgrown them – yikes!  She wore her very last newborn dipe on her two month birthday, and is now officially a size one.  We use cloth diapers for her occasionally, but they’re gigantic on her tiny body, so we’ll have to wait a few more months until she can wear them more frequently.



We’ve got a smile!  Bean’s tight-lipped sleep smiles have progressed to wide awake, open mouth smiles.  They’re sporadic, but they’re there!  In addition, Bean went from crying only to a much larger vocabulary of coos, goos, and grunts.  She’s much more alert now, staying up for longer periods of time and being more interested in our household happenings.  Paul and I also had a milestone this month – our first date, baby-free!  Bean stayed with Grammy, Poppy, Katie, and Soo Yeun while we spent three hours at Barnes and Noble.



We had our huge, gigantic, earthshaking milestone this month – sleeping through the night!  On Thursday, December 8, 2011 – a day we will always cherish and remember – six week old Bean slept from midnight on the dot to 5:02 am.  And, drumroll please – the following night Bean slept from 11:30 pm to 9:00 the next morning.  Straight through!  That’s 9.5 hours!  And then the next night, 8 hours!  Since then, she’s been treating us with an occasional full night of sleep.  Bean has also been trending toward an earlier bed time (almost always before midnight now) and will sometimes go right back to sleep after a night waking if we pop a pacifier in her mouth.



Bean is still an excellent eater, chowing down about eight times per day.  She’s a bit fussy for bottles and alternates between loving and being disgusted by her pacifier.  She usually always enjoys sucking on her fists (if and when she can find them, which is typically only with help).



This month, Bean attended her first party of the season (and her life).  She charmed everyone while sleeping through the Whitman Thanksgiving gatherings.  She was able to meet her Great-Grandma and Great Grandpa Poeschl and much of the rest of Grammy Mary’s side of the family.


Play Time

Bean learned her first game this month!  If someone sticks out a tongue at her, sometimes she’ll smile or stick her tongue back.  We can also now add “swinging in the baby swing” to Bean’s repertoire of pastimes.  It typically puts her to sleep, but she certainly seems to enjoy it – it calms her down when nothing else will.   Bean also enjoys riding in the front carrier, though this also tends to knock her out.  When she is awake, she enjoys looking at pictures in books, playing bicycle legs, and staring at toys.  She despises tummy time, though it’s forced upon her by her evil parents.


The Bean at One Month

Bean is a whopping 7 pounds (up from 5 pounds 4 ounces when she left the hospital).  She wears newborn size diapers and clothes.  We weren’t prepared for her to be such a little pipsqueak, so she only had two outfits that fit (thanks, Auntie Em!).  Aunt Sue and Uncle Bob brought over another three cozy sets of itty bitty sleepers, so we have about five outfits in the rotation.

Bean’s biggest milestone this month was making her grand entrance into the world!  It’s been a month of firsts for our whole family.  First cry, first diaper change, first car ride, first doctor’s visit, first trip to the grocery store, first bath… the list goes on and on! 

Bean is a fantastic sleeper and napper from 2 in the morning until 9 in the evening.  From 10 pm-2 am, however, we have a wild woman on our hands!  She’s awake, awake, awake, and no amount of rocking, feeding, or holding will put her in a deep enough sleep to set down.  If she’s in a good mood, we can all manage in a sort of sleep-deprived trance… but lots of times she’s a little fuss budget and we’re ready to pull our hair out.  We are extremely lucky, though, because usually after fussing for a few hours, we get a stretch of five, six, or even seven hours of straight sleep.  If we can get her to start that stretch at 11:00, we’ll be golden!

This growing baby eats about ten times per day, which means lots of snuggle time with Mommy.  Bean took her first bottle like a champ on her one month birthday, so now Daddy gets a turn to feed her as well.  

For such a teeny tot, Bean sure has a wide social circle!  We’ve had dozens of visitors that have come to meet her, and though she typically sleeps through the visits, I’m sure she can feel how much everyone loves her!  Aunt Emy came to visit from Texas, Aunt Carla and Jasmine made the long drive from Superior to spend a weekend, Grandma and Grandpa made a trip from Park Falls to visit one-day old Bean, and Grammy and Poppy drive across town several times each week.  Bean and I also go to Mom’s Club at the hospital where she was born, and she’s already made several “baby friends.” 

Play Time
At any given moment, Bean appears to be in one of four states: sleeping, eating, fussing, or staring into space.  As the weeks go by, though, she’s certainly becoming more alert.  Play time usually consists of tummy time, dancing in Mommy or Daddy’s arms, or staring at pictures in her crib.

Welcome to the World, Little Bean!

I should have been expecting it.  I had nearly nine months to prepare, yet I somehow had myself convinced that I had all the time in the world before our world changed for good.  Ready or not, though, two weeks before her due date, our little Bean decided she was ready to face the world.

At about 2 am on a Saturday night, I woke up feeling wet and uncomfortable.  I took a trip to the bathroom, where I discovered that my sweatpants were soaked through.  Chalking it up to my shrunken bladder, I climbed back into bed.  I’ll admit, broken water did cross my mind…  I just didn’t want to believe it.  I couldn’t be in labor, particularly since I wasn’t having contractions – just waves of cramping.  (Note for future reference – waves of cramping = contractions.)

After a few minutes of tossing and turning and several more bathroom breaks, Paul asked, “What’s going on right now?”  I explained my “situation,” and we made a phone call to the hospital.  The on call doctor told us to come into the hospital.  “Right now?” I asked.  I thought we’d be laboring at home for a while, but instead we were racing around, gathering our bags and shooting off e-mails to work.  By about 3:30 in the morning, we were on our way to the hospital.

After checking in, we were ushered up to the BirthPlace.  I changed into a gown, and a few minutes later a young doctor walked in.  He took one look at us, and I saw a spark of recognition.  Not what I wanted to see.  “Hey, Paul!,” he cheerily quipped.  Paul responded, “It’s Zach, right?”  Apparently it was time for a college reunion.  The doctor had gone to school with us and was now a resident at the hospital.  I had never met him (luckily!), but I knew his wife.  It was the end of his shift, so he only took care of us for about an hour before another doctor took over.  After my initial annoyance, I figured a doctor’s a doctor, and was just glad that he would only see me in early labor.  He confirmed that my water had broken.  So much for our guess that Bean would be born after her due date!  She was on her way.

Zach told us Ruth was at a -3 station, meaning she hadn’t “dropped.”  He said that if my labor didn’t progress quickly, they’d put me on Pitocin.  I did not like that idea one bit (I’d only been in labor for two hours!), but didn’t say anything – I figured we’d cross that bridge when we came to it.  We never had to, though, as Bean was in a hurry to come out and meet us.

Around 7:30 or 8:00, my contractions were painful but manageable.  I was using the breathing methods they had taught us in our child birth class, but didn’t feel like I needed to use the birthing ball or whirlpool tub yet.  I told Paul to go get some breakfast and make a few phone calls to family and work.  The last thing I wanted was for him to be famished when push came to shove.  He reluctantly agreed and told me he’d hurry back.

Immediately after Paul left, Bean decided to really start moving and my labor went into full gear.  The contractions started getting much, much worse.  The labor and delivery nurse chose that time try to put an IV into the back of my arm.  It was as though she waited for Paul to leave and then swooped in with her torture device.  As I was having a really difficult contraction, she dug the needle into my right arm and searched for a vein – with no luck.  I swear, that the needle hurt as much as my contraction did!  She then moved over to the left arm (again, she thoughtfully timed it to coincide with a contraction) and started searching with the needle.  After a painfully long minute, she gave up.  At that point, the doctor came in.  I told him I didn’t want the IV, and he simply said, “OK, not a problem.”  Saved!

After a VERY long 20 minutes, Paul returned to a moaning and groaning wife.  I felt as though I could finally relax (relax being a relative term) and that I could concentrate on my labor, which was intensifying by the minute.  At that point they said it was too late to use the birthing ball or tub, but I was able to move over to the shower for a while, then back to the bed – where it was time to push!

At this point, I was thinking twice about my decision against an epidural.  All in all, I’m very glad we held firm and didn’t have it, but at the time, I was REALLY wishing for a little relief!  I wanted to go home, I wanted the baby to stay in, and I wanted to sleep.  No rest for the weary, though – Bean was coming, and she was coming fast!

After pushing for maybe half an hour (we were too busy to watch the clock), our little Bean made her debut into the world at 9:58 am, eight hours after labor had started.  The doctors let me hold her right away, and we marveled over how perfect she was.

After snuggling her for a few minutes, the nurses weighed, measured, and bundled her up.  Her official stats were 5 pounds 12 ounces, 19 inches long, and she scored a 9 out of 10 on her Apgar test.  What a peanut!  We are absolutely thrilled to welcome our little Bean into the family.