It's funny how the first question people ask when we go somewhere with Milo is "How old is he?" (or I've also heard "How new/young is he?") and the second question is "How are you sleeping?"
Fine. Just normal. He wakes up about twice at night for about half an hour apiece. The trick is getting him to bed. That sometimes takes an hour or two, but if we start early enough, it's not a problem.
Milo loves sleeping, farting all the time, and listening to comedy sets (oh, wait... that last one is me.) He eats well. Sometimes too well to where he eats so fast he has to stop and cough, burp, throw up, and then keep eating.
His expressions are priceless and I try to capture them with pictures, but it just isn't that easy. I've seen so many of his uncles in his face... and features (for example Jeremiah feet and Dustin forehead). So I'm pretty excited for all of them to meet sometime.
Today, when he wakes up from this nap, we're going to try tummy time. I know... You should've started earlier! Well, we didn't. He'll be fine.
And Auntie (pronounced ant-ee) Abby gets to come stay with us for a few days this weekend and next week until Grandma and Papa Donner and Aunt (pronounced ont) Laurelin come and visit! We're really excited to have people come hang out.
We're proud to welcome Milo Fox Donner to our family!
He was born July 11, 2015 at 6:13 am. He weighed 7 lbs. 3 oz. and was 20 in. long.
The Orem Owlz were down 5 to nothing in the 7th. I got up to go to the bathroom, having felt a few contractions, making sure it wasn't just need to pee. Turns out, it wasn't. I got back as the top of the inning ended and asked Sean if he was ready to go. It was just too bad that he'd bought the tallest slushee and wouldn't be able to finish it.
Earlier that day, I was texting my mom and telling her what the plan was for the night.
As we were walking to the car, they started singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game". We got in the car, stopped by the house to grab the suitcase and let Strider pee quick and then we hopped in the car for the 40 minute drive to the hospital. On the way, while I was texting my mom, I happened to check the Twin's game. I had been watching it and we were down 6-0 the whole time until that last check. Miraculously, they scored 1 run in the bottom of the 8th and 7 in the bottom of the 9th for the most incredible comeback all year. As I looked, I contracted and had the hardest time being so happy and in pain. What a day it was already.
We checked in, I was put on the monitors, and my parents came to hang out. It was about 10 o' clock. My parents came in and Sean and my dad gave me a priesthood blessing.
The worst part of it all was when they were giving me the IV. So painful and they had to poke twice. The epidural wasn't as bad and the doctor was kind enough to let me put my head on her shoulder while I held her hand and Sean's (he was sitting for good measure). For the next 6 hours, we intermittently napped, I was poked and questioned, and we listen to some music that I had prepared for the occasion. At about 4, my doctor came in. My parents left, I was ready and we started pushing.
Milo was face up. Ashley (my doc) was nervous that it'd be too hard to get him out. I kept pushing for the next 2 hours, "Milo is a Go" playlist playing the whole time, and Milo joined the world with his dark eyes and dark mullet. The first song Milo heard was absolutely magical.
He had an abnormally high fever, so after he was cleaned off, they whisked him off to the NICU for some tests. Turned out, he was just hot. There were no complications, no stitches, no trauma. It was more than a blessing. The next morning, I had a hormone/sleep-deprived meltdown and made Sean give me another blessing.
Because of his fever, though, we were trapped in the hospital for another 48 hours. My parents came and visit again the next day and my wonderful friends Emily and Erica stopped by, but there was no big parade of people. Just how I like it.
We finally were discharged on Monday morning and headed home to our fantastic puppy. He was cooped up in the basement for too many hours and he didn't destroy anything besides some cardboard boxes we intentionally left there. He did get to go to a friend's house for a day, because we weren't going home as soon as we'd hoped.
Right now, he's having a bit of a hard time because there's another thing that's getting attention, not that he's getting any less. What a guy. He never freaked out at the baby. He's seriously the best dog.
At our 5 day appointment, Milo was still as perfect as ever and all the nurses at the clinic cooed over his adorableness.
We're in love and the most excited to be his parents.
[Disclaimer: This post might come up as Sean posting, but it's really me. I just didn't want to switch users. Lazy.]
The waiting game. The terrible possible minutes or hours or days or weeks before actually going into labor. The time where any second could be the second or any contraction could be the first contraction... but it never really is and you just end up sitting in the house and going mad trying all the "natural labor induction" methods the internet tells you. Here is a brief list of all the things I've tried (that are appropriate for all ages):
Labor Cake (a super chocolatey cake. look it up on pinterest for the recipe.)
Pineapple
Balsamic Vinegar
Walking All Over
Stairs
Squats
Raspberry Tea
Relaxing Baths
Bumpy Car Rides
I even went and got a haircut today so that when it finally actually is the moment, I'll have nice hair. I've also tried tricking myself by packing all my bags all the way (including the stuff I left out so I could still use it). Now I'm charging my ipod so it's ready.
Here's the beef. Last Wednesday I had an appointment and was measured at 3 cm dilated and "she could feel his head" which means he's locked and loaded but I'm not sure what percent effaced it means. The doctor said it literally could be any day now and that she was hoping for this weekend.
And now it's Tuesday and I'm being impatient and I shouldn't be. I should remember that patience is a virtue and one that I will most certainly need when Milo arrives. But I've been patient for a long time and I think it's one of my real attributes (at least it's one I've put on my resume's) so I'm allowed to be impatient this time.
It also probably doesn't help that I'm recovering from a nasty head cold (I'm saying recovering to seem positive about it all. I might still be in the midst of it...) and it's the worst because I can't even take anything for it because I'm still pregnant. Instead, I've been sitting in bed, eating food, and watching Netflix while playing stupid phone games.
One more thing, today is the 3 year anniversary of Sean and I getting engaged. Wouldn't it just be adorable if Milo came today? Absolutely. So...
If you have any voodoo or prayers or other methods of spiritual well-being you wouldn't mind sending our way, please feel free to do so.
