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It has been way too long since we have posted anything and I’m sure you’re wondering if we fell off the face of the earth. The past five weeks since the last post have been very busy and filled with smiles, squeals, and lots of crying.
Through the first few weeks, Carrie had been having some trouble with breastfeeding and getting a good latch. I’ll let her get more into that later, but she hired a consultant to come in and help her out and since then, things have been great. The only problem is that it’s working so well that we’re having trouble getting Brooklyn to take a bottle now. She just won’t do it.
Sleeping has been good and bad. I guess it depends on the day. She’s starting to sleep longer at night and some nights she goes 6-7 hours, eats, goes right back to sleep, and all is grand. But last night, we put her to bed around 9pm, she slept until 3:30am, and wouldn’t go back to sleep until almost 6am. Carrie & I took turns trying to rock, bounce, and will her to sleep and it was pretty frustrating. So we’re trying to find the right balance of sleep and awake time throughout the day.
During her awake time, we are really starting to see more of her personality emerge every day. She smiles and squeals a lot and she’s just on the verge of laughing. Carrie heard her laugh once in the middle of her sleep, and now we can tell she tries to laugh but can’t quite figure out how just yet. I think within the next couple weeks she will be laughing.
A week ago, I had to go to Chicago for work, so we decided to do a pre-move and drive from NYC to Chicago by way of Ohio. We left Friday night after work and made it 3-4 hours before stopping for the night. On Saturday, we drove to my parents’ house in Tipp City, Ohio, where we went to dinner with them and then went to their new church (www.thebridgetippcity.com) for the first time. They got to show their granddaughter off to their friends. On Sunday, we went the rest of the way to Nana and Pappy’s house in Winfield, Illinois, where we spent the week.
It was Brooklyn’s first road trip, and she did really well. She only screamed a couple of times. One was when we were stuck in bumper-to-bumper construction traffic on I-80 for about 45 minutes and she screamed the entire time. The other time she screamed for more than a minute or two was while driving through Columbus. I kid you not. Further proof that she’s a Michigan fan. All-in-all, she did great, and so did Buddy, who came along as well.
Brooklyn got to meet her three cousins, Gavin, Eldon, and James, and they all loved her. Gavin was so proud that he got to hold her all by himself and he couldn’t quite figure out how old she was when we told him she was seven weeks. “She’s seven?” said Gavin.
It was a great week, and we left Buddy with Nana and Pappy while we returned to NY for our last three weeks here. Now, we’re trying to pack and get everything ready for the big move. We’re also trying to take in all the fun things (and restaurants) we love about NY before we go. This Tuesday is our three year anniversary, so we’re looking forward to celebrating that!
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A few days ago, I posted the birth story and promised that Carrie’s version would follow. Well, it’s still on it’s way, but she hasn’t had much time to write it in the past week in between feeding Brooklyn and trying to get some sleep. So while we wait for that, I’ve decided to give a one-week update.
Brooklyn was born a little over a week ago and I can’t believe she’s growing up so fast! She’s going to be going away to college and dating guys before we know it. But seriously, she does feel like she has grown a little bit since last Friday (or maybe my arms and chest are just getting more and more tired from holding her). We won’t know for sure until next Sunday, the 27th, when we have our next appointment with the pediatrician.
The past week has been both challenging and rewarding. We left the hospital on Sunday and Brooklyn got her first cab ride (welcome to NYC, where you don’t bring your baby home from the hospital in her car seat in your car; you either strap her car seat into a cab or take her on the subway). Bringing her home was pretty amazing. We both couldn’t believe the hospital actually let us bring this little thing home by ourselves. The first thing she got to do was meet Buddy. I was really interested in seeing how Buddy would react since he’s been used to being the center of attention the past eight months.
I had taken a class at the hospital on dogs and kids, so I learned that the best way to introduce them when you first get home is to have one person go in first, greet the dog, and let him settle down, and then the other person come in with the baby, sit down on the couch and let the dog come up to her on his own. So that’s what we did. Buddy didn’t quite know what was going on or what this little moving thing was, but he started licking her feet and was really curious. The first time she started crying, he didn’t know what to do, so he kept barking.
As the days went on and he learned that she’s here to stay, and that her crying from time to time is normal, he got used to it and is now the protective older “brother.” When we’re holding her on the couch, he loves to come up and lick her feet or hands, and see what she’s doing. When she’s sleeping in her swing in the living room, he lays right at the foot of it. When Carrie is feeding her in the bedroom, he lays at her feet. I’ve been amazed at the way he has handled this change. He gets that something is different and that he’s not the center of attention anymore. I have tried to play with him, take him to the park, and pet him as much as possible to make sure he still feels loved and important, and I think that has really helped as well.
As for Brooklyn, she obviously has no idea who or what he is, but by the time she’s able to crawl and talk, she’ll be used to him since having him around is all she has known.
We took Brooklyn to the pediatrician on Monday for the post-hospital check-up. He’s an old Jewish guy in his 70s named Dr. Gordon and came highly recommended by our doula, Tanya. His office was straight out of the 60s with a big wooden baby scale that uses the little weights to measure instead of digital. But he was very nice and we really liked him. He said he was a physicist before becoming a doctor, so he comes about everything through well thought out reasoning. Carrie described him as very non-alarmist. For every worry we had, he gave us a long reason for why we shouldn’t worry or what it meant. He did all the tests on Brooklyn and basically said everything looks great so far.
Carrie’s mom has been here since Sunday evening and has been a HUGE help. She has cooked us some great meals, helped us keep the apartment clean, helped take out Buddy, and best of all, helped take care of Brooklyn so we could get a little sleep. Since Carrie is breastfeeding, we have been sticking to an every two hours schedule during the day and stretching it to every three hours at night. So that means that Carrie has to wake up every two to three hours and spend 30-45 minutes each time feeding Brooklyn. She definitely has it worse off than I do, so I won’t even try to make my plight sound bad.
I’ve been taking the late night shift with Brooklyn since March Madness games usually go to about midnight. She sleeps on my chest or in my arms as I watch the games, upload the day’s photos or work on stuff on the computer, while Carrie sleeps. Once we get to the after midnight feedings, we put Brooklyn in her crib, or in her swing seat inside her crib, and I try to sleep. Brooklyn doesn’t like sleeping on her back in her crib yet, so that’s why we have improvised by using her swing seat inside the crib, since it vibrates and keeps her a little bit upright. Even so, she stirs a lot throughout the night, so I sleep with one eye and ear open during those hours. By 5 or 6am, Mrs. Barnes wakes up and takes the morning shift while I get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
She’s going home in a few days, and it will be just Carrie and I, and then I go back to work next Monday, the 28th, so we’ll have to figure out how to manage without her taking the morning shift, but I think we’ll be able to handle it. Carrie has been amazing performing the most important role of all – feeding Brooklyn. She sometimes reflects that life is passing her by while all she does is feeds and sleeps, but this won’t last forever and she’s doing such a good job of it. She’s sustaining our child while all I can do is hold her.
Carrie’s dad came for a one-day visit to meet Brooklyn, so that was fun. I’m glad he got to meet his first granddaughter (he already has three grandsons) this soon. Brooklyn has now gotten to meet Nana and Pappy. I can’t wait until she meets my parents in a few weeks!
Another big highlight of the week was letting Brooklyn make her March Madness picks. I laid her on her back and held up two fists in front of her and said “Duke or Hampton” and whichever hand she touched first was her pick. I did that for every game and she ended up picking Michigan over BYU in the finals. I honestly didn’t cheat or make it up…it just goes to show that she’s a Michigan fan already.
This week flew by, but it has been so amazing to hold and comfort and sustain this little girl. She’s seriously the most beautiful little thing ever and some of the faces she makes are priceless. I wish you could all see them…pictures and videos don’t do her justice. If anyone has Skype and wants to meet her that way, let me know. I’m jpotts424. We already Skyped with Aunt Jenny all the way from Dublin, Ireland, as well as my parents and Aunt Jandi in Ohio.
This past week has been amazing and I’m so thankful for work allowing paternity leave so I can take this time to comfort her and get to know her and welcome her to this world. I look forward to all of you meeting her soon. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers.
The highlight of this week was your Pappy coming to visit. He was a tremendous help, allowing me to go back into the office for work, and just taking care of mommy. The contractions settled down and while she’s still having them, they haven’t been as bad. Tonight is the last day she has to take the meds to slow down the contractions. The doctor said she could stop taking them today so it doesn’t slow them down too much since this is the last week of bed rest.
I must admit, she’s been handling the bed rest really well considering how hard it is to just sit/lay around all day. It helps that the weather hasn’t been great so there’s no real incentive for going outside, but Friday was in the mid-60s. It was an early dose of spring and that was really hard for her to not be outside. We have one week left though and tonight we’re supposed to get 3-5 inches of snow, so she won’t want to go out tomorrow at least.
Pappy was such a great help when he was here this past week. He ran Buddy ragged with a few walks a day so mommy could rest and work from home all day without distractions. It was also great for her to spend some quality time with someone other than me…a rarity in the past few weeks.
Since I was able to go back to work for a few days, I was able to participate in the 8th Annual Marketing Werks Chili Cookoff. It’s one of the best traditions at my company and every year about 25 teams compete. This year was the first year that the New York office participated (since it just opened last March) and I’m proud to say that I won. This year’s theme was superheroes, so my team name was Chili Pepper Potts and now I get my name on a plaque in the office. I can’t wait to introduce you to my famous chili someday.
I also took a quick day trip to Chicago last Wednesday for some training meetings. The training was supposed to last Wednesday through Friday, but because of the “baby situation” as I have dubbed it, I only went for one day. It was good to meet the new people on my team at work and get together with everybody to get ramped up for the rest of this year.
This morning, I went to a Father’s class at the hospital. It’s one of the optional classes that the hospital offers and I found out that it’s the only class for expectant fathers in all of New York City. That’s pretty amazing that in a city with 8 million people, there’s only one class for expectant fathers that meets once a month, and on this Saturday I was one of only five men in the class. That really goes to show that society still views fathers as second-rate parents, which is something the teach of the class harped on. We aren’t the on-call parent; we’re the other parent, he said. We talked about a lot of topics and he said his favorite acronym is:
If you have those three things, you’ll succeed as a father. He wasn’t the greatest teacher in the world (he went off on tangents off of tangents off of tangents), but I definitely got some useful information and it was good being around other soon-to-be dads who had some of the same questions/thoughts I have.
This week is back to working from home, but it’s the last week we have to do that. Next Sunday, mommy will be able to go back to doing pretty much whatever she wants. We have another doctor checkup on Tuesday afternoon, so hopefully everything will check out well.
Stay in there for a couple more weeks and then we can’t wait to meet you!
This week will be a little bit different because it’s the first pregnancy pic with an actual background (the beautiful view of the Hudson River from the park right by our apartment) and we have a surprise guest…Carrie! She wanted to take a week to post her thoughts to Pablo, so here she is:
Hello Sweet Baby-
I decided it was time to say hello, and give you a little insight into life from my perspective 🙂 So far, you and I have been getting along pretty well, but when you don’t enjoy something I eat you make it clear–which is fair I suppose, since you most likely get your picky eating habits from me.
I find myself becoming more and more protective of you as we get closer and closer to meeting you, and you really start to feel real. I haven’t felt you move yet, but when we went to the Dr. last week your heartbeat was beating perfectly at 140 beats/minute, so it will be only a matter of time till you flip over hard enough for me to feel it. I’m not going to lie, I really can’t wait for that! I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it will be like to actually meet you on your birthday, and your dad and I have made the decision to switch hospitals. Now you’ll be born at St. Luke’s Roosevelt hospital in NYC rather than NYU. We switched so that we could deliver at the Birthing Center. We’re not very “granola” people at all, but we are adopting some more granola habits when it comes to you. Who knows, maybe this is a sign of things to come. I mean come on I gave up caffeine….me, who got a job a Starbucks in grad school because I couldn’t afford my habit so I needed the discount!! Everybody tells us how our lives will change dramatically once you come along and rock our worlds, and I know they’re right–I’ve seen it in your Uncle Kent and Aunt Lisanne’s lives, but it’s different when it’s your own life.
My mom and dad (Nana and Pappy) were here this weekend and we all realized this was our “last hoorah” before we add you to the mix. We enjoyed lots of leisurely meals and naps in the middle of the day–2 things I know will be gone this time next year. I’m excited to see how our lives change and how we adapt once you join the family. I think about that a lot–how my and your dad’s roles will change and it makes me so excited to see a whole new side of your dad. He’s amazing with your cousins and he’s so excited about you–he kisses my belly goodbye before work each day and it’s adorable.
We keep talking about what kind of things we want to do with you, and of course at the top of our list is introducing you to the wonderful world of football. Now, you are going to be born into a bit of a firestorm: I love Notre Dame, Dad loves Michigan, and Grandpa Potts loves Ohio State. This is a recipe for disaster my dear. Don’t worry though, we’ll keep you on the straight and narrow towards the golden dome of the Irish. This is a major source of contention in your dad and I’s conversations, but I just keep playing the “I am creating life, I choose the team” card….It’s not working, it’s going to be an uphill battle 🙂 Just remember–I got up 30 minutes early so I’d have time to get sick and still make it to work on time–keep that in mind when you’re choosing which jersey to wear. I’m just sayin…
But I must say, regardless of your college football team status, you’re ours and I will love you forever. 4 years ago I couldn’t have imagined saying that, but then I met your cousin Gavin, and that changed. Oh my gosh how I love that little man. Then his brother Eldon joined the mix and at first I wasn’t sure I had enough love for him since I loved Gavin so much–I couldn’t imagine loving 2 kids that much. And then I met Eldon and now my heart aches when I see pictures of either of them. And then sweet James came along and it’s a minor miracle I’m not back in Chicago every weekend to kiss his sweet cheeks. Now I’m going to have you–a piece of me and your dad, and that is the most incredible thing I can imagine. I love your dad more than words can possibly express, and knowing that we are going to have something that we made together makes my heart so full I think it might burst. I know that sounds cheesy but there is no other way to put it. I feel so blessed I think my heart may overflow with gratitude.
I love you sweet baby, and I cannot wait until November 4th to find out if your a boy or girl!!! By the way, if you could do me a favor and give me a little kick or a flip here in the next few days that would be great–I’m just sayin….