Ready, Aim, Fire!

Projectile pooping. It's a thing.

God help us,

Tootie and Izzy

HE'S ARRIVED!!!

Little baby Lark is finally here!

Or he was finally here about 2 months ago (oops), but we've been busy. Babies are time consuming! Who would have thought? … Probably the lady with the octaplits. Probably.

Little Larkin (new nickname!) arrived on December 6th at 11:30 in the AM. Labor was an easy 4 hours. 3 1/2 spent in an epidermal induced -happy mode, just watching monitors and chatting with Lark/Tootie. Then 1/2 an hour of work later a wiggling little creature joined us in the room.

It's really weird how up till that point there was just Lark, me, and the doctors in the room and then *POOF!* there's another human in the room. It's one of those things that you know is normal but if you think about it a little more, it gets a little freaky. Kind of like when you pull out a loose tooth growing up, you end up holding a little piece of your head in your hand. It's almost like we've all been trained to dramatically recite Shakespeare without ever knowing it...  Freaky.

Anywho, our little creature is a perfectly healthy, perfectly happy specimen with 10 fingers and 10 toes and really chubby cheeks. God really blessed us. 

Thanks go out to all who visited us in the hospital. It was lovely to see all of your smiling faces and get to share those early moments with you.

I had a very unlucky encounter with a badly done epidural which resulted in a spinal headache. Since I am not an owl or a zombie I wasn't really able to observe during the crucial moment, but Lark says that when the man was doing my epidural instead of just one stick in-between the vertebra, the man was just digging around with the needle. A HUGE needle. I saw it before hand. 

Okay. Maaaybe not the most accurate picture. It's easier to see how large it really was when compared to other things.

Some of those proportions were a bit off. I didn't have enough room to make the needle big enough.

Anyways, after being released from the hospital I spent almost a week trying to convince myself that the headache was going to go away like they said it would, but it only got worse. Toward the end, before I decided to get the Blood Patch, I was only leaving bed to trip the few feet to the bathroom, and even then only if I had an icepack clutched to my head. Needless to say it made taking care of little Larkin terribly more difficult for both me and big Lark.

Thankfully the blood patch worked heavenly and after a day I only had the small headaches that lack of sleep brings on. End of story. Spinal headaches=0   Izzy=1. Bam!

Adjusting to parenthood hasn't been as hard as we expected it to be. Other than that first initial bad week, things have been pretty smooth sailing. Little Lark is a doll and only cries when he's hungry or needs to be changed or what-not. Only easily fixable things. It's been fantastic!


He's the cutest darn thing I've ever seen. Even more now than before, now that he's smiling. Can't wait till he starts laughing!  Not quite sure I can handle the cuteness but I'm ready to give it a try.


Lots of Love,
~Tootie and Izzy~

P.S. The little guy says "Waaazup?!"

Postponed

Little Lark Mason IV has decided to take his time. He was originally due on November 27th, but since that date has come and gone and I haven't progressed any (disappointing), we have been scheduled to be induced this upcoming Monday evening. So little Lark is probably going to arrive sometime Tuesday evening. 

I CAN'T WAIT!!!! Not just because I'm excited to finally hold the little guy but because I have steadily gotten more and more round. Being a week overdue now, it's a little bit ridiculous. 

I think it was about two months ago that I realized that I'm wider when I turn sideways than when I'm facing forwards. Of course, 22 years of practice still tells me that I should turn sideways when trying to sqeeeeeeze in-between people, or chairs, or what-have-you, so there have been many a occasion where I try to sneakily squeeze by someone having a conversation or someone peacefully trying to enjoy their soup and I end up bashing them into their friend or their hand into their bowl with my ginormous belly.

"Oops! Pardon Me! I am completely unaware of where my body starts and ends since it has been steadily spreading out into space at a plague-like speed for 9 months. Hope you can bleach that out…ha..ha….."

I'm trying to stay optimistic though. I've never gotten more use out of my periscope.

Take THAT impaired vision!

Also, I finally have a solution for the crazy fatigue that's been plaguing me all this pregnancy.

Viola!! Naps on the go! 

Aaand if I ever get zapped "Honey I Shrunk The Kids" style and then somehow got inside of a video game console, 

I could be the best Super Mario EVER! 

Mario ain't got nothin' on my squashing skills. 

I only pray that Little Lark is good and does as he's supposed to and comes on Tuesday, because if not and he grows any more, the world will be in trouble.