Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The best birthday ever!
I've celebrated 37 birthdays with no children. I never thought that celebrating a birthday as a Mom would be so wonderful. Yesterday the 29th was my 38th birthday. It marked a milestone in my life. One of which I believe to be the biggest. I am a mother now. I walked out of the bedroom yesterday morning to Markus holding Isaiah and singing "Happy Birthday to Mommy" in German. It was the most defining moment. It was the sweetest moment. There I was, a Mom on my 38th BDay. I looked at both of them and thought to myself, "This is the best birthday present I could ever have....a family!" It was a perfect day to say the least.
His first week
His coming home outfit that completely swallowed him. But he looked like a handsome lil guy.
Proud Papa!
His first bath!
This picture cracks us up. He looks hysterical.
He LOVES his swing. Thank you Aunt Jen!!
I love watching him sleep. It is the most peaceful thing to witness.
His first trip to the Dr. - 48 hours weight check.
At the Dr. Office of which he got an outstanding report
We bought this onesie in Hawaii for him and we couldn't wait to put it on him. He is too cute!
Markus loves his baby bjorn.
I am 5 days old and today is Mommy's birthday!
It's all in the Name
I know if I had a dollar for everytime I was asked during this pregnancy what his name was...we would be rich! Seriously, we didn't realize how socially unacceptable it was not to have a name already picked out and distributed throughout all of the universe before he was born. I tell ya! Anyway, having said that...we told everyone he would have a name before he left the hospital and he did!! haha!
A lot of people are asking why we named him what we did. Well, the middle name Francis (except it is the male spelling)is in memory of my Aunt Frannie who just recently passed away. Her name was Mary Frances who was named after my maternal grandmother Mary Frances Wynn. My Aunt Frannie was so very important to me and she passed away before she could meet him. So, he will carry her name forever and will always know about how much she loved him even though they never met. Francis means "Free Spirited" and that my Aunt was. So hopefully he will carry my Aunt and Grandmother's name well.
Isaiah was a name we talked about early on, but I had to hold him to really see if it fit. There are many reasons for Isaiah. The main one is that Markus and I used the verse Isaiah 43: 18-21 as our theme verse during out wedding. This verse just is our life and having a baby is no different. He is doing a new thing in bringing a child into our lives.
It reads:
18 "Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
20 The wild animals honor me,
the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
21 the people I formed for myself
that they may proclaim my praise.
Also, the name means "Saved by God". We loved that. It comforts us that Isaiah is in God's hands.
The last and final reason that completely let us know that this is in fact what we are supposed to name him is that the last day in the hospital (right before we were going to sign the birth certificate) I was telling Mom about the scripture Isaiah 43: 18-21 and how that verse is kind of our life verse and that's why we wanted to name him Isaiah. Well, she opened her bible to the verse for me to show her, and she had written something next to the verse. I picked it up and read what she had written. No lie-- this is what she wrote. "MK - Vienna 1997". She wrote that right before I moved to Vienna...almost like claiming this for me. She didn't even remember writing that. I felt this peace come over me finally and it was obvious this was his name. It was like things had come full circle. The move to Vienna was the beginning of the journey to meet Markus and have this child called Isaiah. God ordained.
His name is Isaiah Francis Jabek.
He is a free spirit, saved by God! What a blessed child he is!!
A lot of people are asking why we named him what we did. Well, the middle name Francis (except it is the male spelling)is in memory of my Aunt Frannie who just recently passed away. Her name was Mary Frances who was named after my maternal grandmother Mary Frances Wynn. My Aunt Frannie was so very important to me and she passed away before she could meet him. So, he will carry her name forever and will always know about how much she loved him even though they never met. Francis means "Free Spirited" and that my Aunt was. So hopefully he will carry my Aunt and Grandmother's name well.
Isaiah was a name we talked about early on, but I had to hold him to really see if it fit. There are many reasons for Isaiah. The main one is that Markus and I used the verse Isaiah 43: 18-21 as our theme verse during out wedding. This verse just is our life and having a baby is no different. He is doing a new thing in bringing a child into our lives.
It reads:
18 "Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
20 The wild animals honor me,
the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
21 the people I formed for myself
that they may proclaim my praise.
Also, the name means "Saved by God". We loved that. It comforts us that Isaiah is in God's hands.
The last and final reason that completely let us know that this is in fact what we are supposed to name him is that the last day in the hospital (right before we were going to sign the birth certificate) I was telling Mom about the scripture Isaiah 43: 18-21 and how that verse is kind of our life verse and that's why we wanted to name him Isaiah. Well, she opened her bible to the verse for me to show her, and she had written something next to the verse. I picked it up and read what she had written. No lie-- this is what she wrote. "MK - Vienna 1997". She wrote that right before I moved to Vienna...almost like claiming this for me. She didn't even remember writing that. I felt this peace come over me finally and it was obvious this was his name. It was like things had come full circle. The move to Vienna was the beginning of the journey to meet Markus and have this child called Isaiah. God ordained.
His name is Isaiah Francis Jabek.
He is a free spirit, saved by God! What a blessed child he is!!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
D Day
I am sorry that I am just now uploading and writing about Isaiah. Some of you already know that he's finally here!! It has been crazy the last several days of which you can imagine, so I won't make excuses.
Anyway, after my week 40 apointment the doc was convinced that I would have to have him by C-Section. I, on the other hand, was not convinced. I wanted him to come on his own time frame even if that meant that I would have to wait. So I got the doc to push off the C-Section for another week. The day before he wanted to schedule the surgery is when my body finally decided to get 'er done! I had been trapped in my house getting ready for the little guy and i finally had pretty much done all of my "To-Do's" (which is a post in and of itself!!). Ahhh...the infamous "To-Do" List. This was the mother of To-Do Lists I tell ya. I think my head and body wasn't ready for him to come. I needed to get these things done before I could rest and just let me body relax. Once we completed the nursery and I had 90% of my to-do's done, it was like this peace came over me. I finally felt ready. The house was clean (like so clean it could win a white glove contest), the cars were clean, the nursery was 95% complete, thank you notes were written, personal things taken care of, etc. So because of this I was ready. I began praying for him to come. So, I just waited and while I waited, I was doing other little odds and ends on my list. Once of the things that didn't get done was change the oil in our white car. So, Tuesday, Sept. 23rd I decided to get out of the house for a bit and get the oil changed and take care of the car. Well, as I was there...my water broke. Yes. In the waiting room full of people. A sight I will never forget...as well as those people. Don't think they will forget it either. hahaha. Markus came and we went home for me to get ready.
I wasn't having contractions by that point, but by the time we got to the hospital they were coming 3-5 minutes apart. Within an hour I was dialated to a 3. I was progressing fast. Even though I was progressing, I still had that thought back in my head that I still might have to have a C-Section bc he still hadn't engaged. We jsut prayed. I chose to continue laboring naturally and not to do the surgery. The prayers that were prayed over me was so amazing and I felt them. My body did just what it needed to do and as I was dialating, his little (well, big actually) head just started moving down in place. Praise God!!! I kept asking the doctor, are you sure that he's engaging...like we can do this? He was such a wonderful doctor and completely assured me a C-Section wasn't necessary. I was just so completely blown away at how awesome our God is and that everything I had prayed for was beginning to happen (except the crazy pain!). So I went from a 3 to 10cm in about 9 hours. It was long and hard, but I know some women that is peanuts...so I am not complaining.
Everything was just going wonderful and I was ready to start pushing and get this baby out!! But then they realized he was a really large baby and he was sunny side up..meaning he was face up instead of face down. They all kind of would talk amongst themselves and then look at me and I was so confused. I guess I didn't realize that pushing a 10lb baby out sunny side up was going to be the hardest thing I have ever done. I thought I was through the hard part. Well, due to his position and the size of his head and shoulders I think they started doubting he was coming out vaginally. Markus was such a support and he kept me going. After 2 hours of pushing and no crowning I began to lose hope he was coming out. The doctors and nurses were soooo amazing. They did so many things for me to help me try and turn him face down. He just wasn't going. So after about 2.5 hours of pushing the doctor finally had a chat with me and said we were probably going to have use forceps or some tool to help him get out. With Markus's support, I was determined not to go down that road. So, we continued to push. It was the workouts of all workouts. They though I was about to faint and so they had to put me on Oxygen for some time. I was exhausted. But then something began to happen...he began to crown and the doctor worked with me and started trying to turn him. At that point they began to get concerned because his shoulders were so broad that he wouldn't come out. I just was determined...we just kept pushing. Finally after 3+ hours he finally took his first breath outside of my body. We finally did it. No forceps, no help. He even turned on his own as the very last minute and came out face down. What an unbelievable moment. Surreal to say the least. We had so much working against us but with the Lord's hand guiding that litte guy out, we were able to do it.
It was the most amazing moment I have ever experienced. This emotion just came over Markus and I and we were just in disbelief that he was finally in our arms. I get so emotional every time I think about them handing him to us. We both just wept with tears of joy.
Markus was so amazing throughout the whole process. He was my rock and was with me every second cheering me on and gently helping me over the hurdles. He would wisper in my ear over and over "I love you. I am so proud of you. We are almost there." It was just perfect. He was perfect.
Anyway, we are home now. We came home on Friday bc I needed to stay a bit longer bc I was to say the least very sore and in a lot of pain. But every day I feel a bit stronger and can't wait to do life with this little guy. At the moment, it's eat, sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop. You have the picture. But it's a beautiful picture for us. I wouldn't have it any other way. He's beautiful in every way. I love being a mom. We are in love and we have only known him for a few days.
Anyway, after my week 40 apointment the doc was convinced that I would have to have him by C-Section. I, on the other hand, was not convinced. I wanted him to come on his own time frame even if that meant that I would have to wait. So I got the doc to push off the C-Section for another week. The day before he wanted to schedule the surgery is when my body finally decided to get 'er done! I had been trapped in my house getting ready for the little guy and i finally had pretty much done all of my "To-Do's" (which is a post in and of itself!!). Ahhh...the infamous "To-Do" List. This was the mother of To-Do Lists I tell ya. I think my head and body wasn't ready for him to come. I needed to get these things done before I could rest and just let me body relax. Once we completed the nursery and I had 90% of my to-do's done, it was like this peace came over me. I finally felt ready. The house was clean (like so clean it could win a white glove contest), the cars were clean, the nursery was 95% complete, thank you notes were written, personal things taken care of, etc. So because of this I was ready. I began praying for him to come. So, I just waited and while I waited, I was doing other little odds and ends on my list. Once of the things that didn't get done was change the oil in our white car. So, Tuesday, Sept. 23rd I decided to get out of the house for a bit and get the oil changed and take care of the car. Well, as I was there...my water broke. Yes. In the waiting room full of people. A sight I will never forget...as well as those people. Don't think they will forget it either. hahaha. Markus came and we went home for me to get ready.
I wasn't having contractions by that point, but by the time we got to the hospital they were coming 3-5 minutes apart. Within an hour I was dialated to a 3. I was progressing fast. Even though I was progressing, I still had that thought back in my head that I still might have to have a C-Section bc he still hadn't engaged. We jsut prayed. I chose to continue laboring naturally and not to do the surgery. The prayers that were prayed over me was so amazing and I felt them. My body did just what it needed to do and as I was dialating, his little (well, big actually) head just started moving down in place. Praise God!!! I kept asking the doctor, are you sure that he's engaging...like we can do this? He was such a wonderful doctor and completely assured me a C-Section wasn't necessary. I was just so completely blown away at how awesome our God is and that everything I had prayed for was beginning to happen (except the crazy pain!). So I went from a 3 to 10cm in about 9 hours. It was long and hard, but I know some women that is peanuts...so I am not complaining.
Everything was just going wonderful and I was ready to start pushing and get this baby out!! But then they realized he was a really large baby and he was sunny side up..meaning he was face up instead of face down. They all kind of would talk amongst themselves and then look at me and I was so confused. I guess I didn't realize that pushing a 10lb baby out sunny side up was going to be the hardest thing I have ever done. I thought I was through the hard part. Well, due to his position and the size of his head and shoulders I think they started doubting he was coming out vaginally. Markus was such a support and he kept me going. After 2 hours of pushing and no crowning I began to lose hope he was coming out. The doctors and nurses were soooo amazing. They did so many things for me to help me try and turn him face down. He just wasn't going. So after about 2.5 hours of pushing the doctor finally had a chat with me and said we were probably going to have use forceps or some tool to help him get out. With Markus's support, I was determined not to go down that road. So, we continued to push. It was the workouts of all workouts. They though I was about to faint and so they had to put me on Oxygen for some time. I was exhausted. But then something began to happen...he began to crown and the doctor worked with me and started trying to turn him. At that point they began to get concerned because his shoulders were so broad that he wouldn't come out. I just was determined...we just kept pushing. Finally after 3+ hours he finally took his first breath outside of my body. We finally did it. No forceps, no help. He even turned on his own as the very last minute and came out face down. What an unbelievable moment. Surreal to say the least. We had so much working against us but with the Lord's hand guiding that litte guy out, we were able to do it.
It was the most amazing moment I have ever experienced. This emotion just came over Markus and I and we were just in disbelief that he was finally in our arms. I get so emotional every time I think about them handing him to us. We both just wept with tears of joy.
Markus was so amazing throughout the whole process. He was my rock and was with me every second cheering me on and gently helping me over the hurdles. He would wisper in my ear over and over "I love you. I am so proud of you. We are almost there." It was just perfect. He was perfect.
Anyway, we are home now. We came home on Friday bc I needed to stay a bit longer bc I was to say the least very sore and in a lot of pain. But every day I feel a bit stronger and can't wait to do life with this little guy. At the moment, it's eat, sleep, poop, eat, sleep, poop. You have the picture. But it's a beautiful picture for us. I wouldn't have it any other way. He's beautiful in every way. I love being a mom. We are in love and we have only known him for a few days.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Introducing Isaiah Francis Jabek
He is here FINALLY!!!
Isaiah Francis Jabek
Sept 24th, 2008
1:43 AM
9lbs 10oz
20.5 inches
Isaiah Francis Jabek
Sept 24th, 2008
1:43 AM
9lbs 10oz
20.5 inches
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The Finished Product
Days before I was 40 weeks we finally got the nusery complete. There are a few little things that I am waiting to do, but they can wait! So now all we do is wait. Wait for this little fella to get here. I am sooooo ready, finally!
Friday, September 19, 2008
40 weeks
I am now 40 weeks and the doctor is still telling me that we are going to have to do a C-Section. He is still high and they are worried he is not going to fit. But I just know in my gut he's coming on his own. Continue to pray.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The C Word
So, last week we went for our weekly apointment at 37.5 weeks. The doctor usually has this same indifferent look on his face from week to week like you guys are just too normal...things are just fine. Well, last week he had a different look, a different tone...not the usual. So, I began to worry. Then he eased my worry by saying that the baby was ok...it's just he is not engaging and is floating around the pelvic bone. THEN he said...usually when this happens with first time mothers, the baby will not make it through on his own and you most likely will need a C-Section. So after that I just kind of tuned out and stopped listening.
We went today to get another sono and he's weighing in at 7.14 lbs which is good, but sono dr. dude said the same thing that our OB said. He says that his head is far up and he didn't think it would change. He said most likely you will need a C-Section.
So, after the Sono Dr. Dude left, I started crying for some reason. I just so badly had it in my heart that I wanted to do this naturally. I want to experience birth as God intended it. Then I realized that God is above this and we have a little over a week to pray this kid in the right position. I believe our God trumps medicine anyday. I ask you to pray with us that this would happen...that baby boy Jabek (still no name!) will fit through and will come out on his own.
We go to our OB tomorrow so we will see what he says. I'm ok with waiting this out. I don't want to have a C-Section just bc this is what the medical books say needs to happen. I have a hard time speaking my mind sometimes to Dr's. I get intimidated so I hope that I can be strong tomorrow and state my case of waiting.
anyway, its late. I need to go rest my elephant trunk feet and ankles ;-)
We went today to get another sono and he's weighing in at 7.14 lbs which is good, but sono dr. dude said the same thing that our OB said. He says that his head is far up and he didn't think it would change. He said most likely you will need a C-Section.
So, after the Sono Dr. Dude left, I started crying for some reason. I just so badly had it in my heart that I wanted to do this naturally. I want to experience birth as God intended it. Then I realized that God is above this and we have a little over a week to pray this kid in the right position. I believe our God trumps medicine anyday. I ask you to pray with us that this would happen...that baby boy Jabek (still no name!) will fit through and will come out on his own.
We go to our OB tomorrow so we will see what he says. I'm ok with waiting this out. I don't want to have a C-Section just bc this is what the medical books say needs to happen. I have a hard time speaking my mind sometimes to Dr's. I get intimidated so I hope that I can be strong tomorrow and state my case of waiting.
anyway, its late. I need to go rest my elephant trunk feet and ankles ;-)
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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