Daddy's girl seems like an understatement. This child LOVES her daddy. She stares at him, smiles for him, laughs at him, sleeps for him, talks to him (in coos of course), and is all-around good when he is near. "When Daddy is here, I'll shed no tear." Okay, okay, that's a little exaggerration :)
The computer wears me out!
Two great wonders: a book and a baby
Bathtime with Daddy is fun!
This picture may be scary but too cute not to share!
A few thoughts from Aidan: I am definitely not a words person. Words of Affirmation is my LAST love language. I always did like the motto Actions speak louder than words. Therefore, I never really valued people telling me they believed in me, or any other nice common phrase (you know, like You are special.) However, I guess believing in someone must be an action, too, because I certainly felt it when someone did NOT believe in me (even though no one said, "I don't believe you can do it"). You see, with this disease (FA), I had no idea if I could seriously push a baby out. I mean I wanted to be able to, but ability and desire are not the same -- but might be a lot more closely related than even I realize.
I have good feeling "down there" but... I doubted myself. How could I not with the questions and comments I received from friends, family and strangers. Example: a good friend asked me if I was having a C-section -- EVERY TIME I SAW HER! I would tell her that I was aiming for a natural, vaginal delivery. She would look at me quizzically. I knew she was thinking Yeah, right but... or I don't want to be the one to burst your bubble but... But?? But you're in a wheelchair and can't walk. Obviously, people in wheelchairs aren't all paraplegics without vaginal feeling. The only people that thought I could do it were my doula and childbirth teacher (and of course my hubby). But I figured that I was paying them to say that and Ricky was obligated :) Most of the doctors I saw would give me the Aren't you being a bit ridiculous? look. Anyway, it's no wonder I had my share of doubts.
I have high pain tolerance and with the right preparation and knowledge, I thought I could endure the labor. Pushing the baby out? I had gotten to the point where I just didn't want to think about it. I'll deal with that when the time comes (actually, when Aolani comes). I was nervous -- maybe there was a little dread present also. When the time came to push, I didn't know what I was doing... bearing down... squeezing the biggest poop out EVER... listening to my body... following my instinct... GETTIN' THAT BABY OUT (my lingo)! Yet, when everyone there was shouting -- I see her head! She's coming! Look at her dark, curly hair! You're doing it! -- it was dizzying. I was first in disbelief, then relief flooded me, and finally I was exhilarated. I wanted to push again and keep pushing because whatever I was doing was working. I could do it! Yes, I can do all things through Christ who gives me the strength I need (Phil. 4:13)!!!
Bottom line: believe in someone, tell them, show it in your eyes, and... be an encourager, not a discourager :)
p.s. That was cathartic. Thanks to whoever reads this.
p.s.s. I don't intend to be harsh or insult anyone. I understand people's hesistancy to think that I could push a baby out. I was hesistant myself. Point was that people chose to stand on the physical-reality (scientific; let's be realistic) side versus believing in the impossible (or at least unlikely). Sounds like a faith check to me... remember that all things are possible with God (Matt. 19:26)!
The nursery is FINALLY being posted! Pictures are below, but if you want a visual tour, then there is a video at the bottom with Aidan as your very own Vanna White...
The door is to the left. A friend of ours from our church small group, Margie Boor, made that cloud for Aolani's shower. It's too perfect not to use for decoration. That tree is a stick-on applique that is removable (placed by Aidan's mom, directed by Aidan)!
The two white dressers are hand-me-downs from Aidan's dad. The area to the right is her changing table, which she enjoys. Poop has actually rocket-propelled to the wall on the right before! A lady at the hospital -- who we don't know -- saw us going to/leaving from work and wanted to make something for our baby; hence, the hanging!
Her basket of toys (and books)
Her crib surrounded by "heavenly clouds." The closet (with Ricky's clothes) is to the right.
(The clouds are more of those re-positionable stickers.)
There is going to be another post featuring the crib and changing area.
Sorry if you cannot understand me (Aidan)... my speech is on the decline...