Jake Stephen Wiggins was born on 11-27-2014 Thanksgiving afternoon at 2:29. He weighed 6 lbs and was 19 inches long. He has a head full of what appears to be dark duck downy hair and I can’t keep my fingers off of it. He was born at 37 weeks 3 days gestation and because of that, things aren’t going the way that I had envisioned they would, but that will be a separate post. He is adorable and just the sweetest little thing.
Welcome to the world Jake, I can’t wait to see what you make of it.
I was standing in front of Lil yesterday (I started this a few weeks ago, but just finished it) and she crosses her hands over my growing belly. She says “I found the X”. To which I replied “Oh yeah, like a pirate”? “Yep, I found the treasure” “Oh yeah, what’s the treasure?” “My little brother!”
Oh. My. God. So sweet!
This will not come as news to any family or people from Facebook, but we’re having a baby. I’m 29 weeks pregnant with a little boy and we couldn’t be more excited.
This picture of Lily is how we told most of our families and friends.
We waited to tell anyone (except Waldo’s Dad because we were living with him) until I was 13 weeks and we knew the gender of the baby. I had this amazing genetic testing done that told us the sex so early, it was awesome. And bonus, we know he doesn’t have any genetic issues.
Don’t worry about Lily, she wasn’t thrilled about getting a brother at first, but now she is all over it. She can’t wait to meet him and she is just so attentive to me and crazy sweet. I can’t wait to see her with him. Of course she hates the name we picked out and refuses to call him by it. We have decided on Jake Stephen and because of the Disney show Jake and the Neverland pirates; which she doesn’t watch BTW, she hates the name. She insists that we can’t name him after a show, I tell her that we aren’t and she just doesn’t care. She calls him Brother or Little Brother and that’s it, end of story. I’m betting she’ll warm up to it eventually.
This is one of the first pictures of all 4 of us. We were out buying some maternity pants and I snapped this shot in the dressing room.
I’ve had a number of ultrasounds, this one was at 11weeks. This is the one that was attached to Lily’s sign.
I’m going to do my best to update more often and try to even post some things from the last 29ish weeks so I can remember them. That’s my plan anyway.
Thankfully I’m feeling better already. I’m sorry to rub my measly two weeks of nausea in anyone’s face, but that two weeks sucked for me and I’m really glad it seems to be mostly over. I’m not holding my breath that I’m 100% over it, but it’s awesome when I’m nausea free.
Last Thursday we went for a consultation at a birth center. I really want to have a VBAC and have the natural birth I really wanted with Lily and this birth center is perfect. It’s in a converted house and has 3 birthing rooms that each have a big spa tub and all look so comfortable and inviting. They have a walking path out back and a little community garden. They have a very high success rate with VBAC’s and are all very well trained. All in all I loved the midwife we met with and feel very comfortable there. I still need to hear back from the finance guy to see how the insurance works out, but other than that I’m pretty sure this is the route we are going to take. We already scheduled our first prenatal with them for week after next.
Oh and the midwife recommended a doula so I need to start looking into that. Fun. I can’t wait.
I’m tired, but not really more so than normal which is surprising to me and a good thing considering Lily has as much energy as normal. Darn kid should have some compassion for me. ** Edited I’m full of crap. I realized that I if I do anything at all during the day that is more intense than hanging out with Lily and cooking I want to pass out and no matter what by 9:00 each night I’m ready to call it a night.
I’m still doing 20 minutes on the elliptical 3 or 4 times a week. When I told the midwife that she was shocked and amazed. I really want to get back to doing yoga a few times a week, but I just don’t have the energy or desire to bend that much right now. The thought of bending over makes my nausea threaten to come back. The midwife said it’s fine and to wait till the second semester for stuff like that. I’m going to take her up on that.
Tonight just a couple of minutes after Lily laid down for the night she picked her head up and just about killed me with the sweetness that came out of her mouth.
“Sometimes at night when I crawl up into your bed I stop at your tummy and whisper really quietly ‘goodnight’ to the baby”
“Really, that is so very sweet. Do you want me to stand up so you can tell the baby goodnight right now”
Lily’s whole face lights up as she takes in my words. “Yes of course I want to”
I stand up on my knees so my belly is at the right height and she bends down and no matter how hard I strain I can’t hear what she says, but she whispers something to my belly for a moment or two and then lays back down.
With tears in my eyes I kiss her head and tell her that she is “the sweetest thing ever” and then I say “You already love our baby so much don’t you?”
“Yes of course I do and if it’s a girl I’ll really like her too.”
