Postpartum faves.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Testing, testing... is anyone still out there? I'm slowly emerging from the fog that is having a newborn and a 2-year-old (along with a nasty case of mastitis). Things are going well, all things considered, just very full-time - which leaves little time to write or even to think. But I'm still so grateful: for a healthy Liam and Lanie, for the chance to stay home with them, for our very full days. Anyway, we're almost 3 weeks in with two kids and I thought I'd share a few of my favorite things from the past few weeks...
via Instagram @whitneynewby
+ A Meal Train - I'm thoroughly convinced that providing a meal for a family with a new baby is the very best gift you could possibly give. So if someone offers to set up meals for you, say, "YES! And thank you." Our friend Lindsey set it up for us using which has been easy for people to use and such a gift.

+ "Under the bump" jeans - This line of jeans from are technically maternity jeans - and I wore them throughout both pregnancies - but they are fabulous during those awkward postpartum weeks when nothing seems to fit because they look like normal jeans. (See them worn in this post, this post, and this post.) The stretchy maternity waistband can be tucked in to give you a normal looking waist with belt loops.

+ A great carrier - I have this Ergobaby carrier with the infant insert (both purchased on eBay) as well as a Boba wrap. I really love both for different reasons (the Boba more during the tiny newborn phase, and the Ergo later on). Like all newborns, Lanie loves to be close to her mama and this allows me to be hands-free and cuddle her at the same time. I don't know how moms with multiple small children survive without a carrier. It's been absolutely vital for us.

+ Under eye concealer - Just being real. I use this Bare Minerals "eye brightener" almost daily anyway, but it's been especially helpful to look halfway awake when running on (a lot) less sleep.

+ A swaddle - We are big proponents of swaddling to help our babies sleep. We love the Woombie best (it zips, so they can't muscle their way out of it like they can with velcro), but for these newborn weeks, the Kiddopotamus also works well.

+ A great diaper bag - We purchased this Timi & Leslie diaper bag set for Liam two and a half years ago and it still looks nearly brand new. I love that I'll continue to use it after we have babies because it just looks like a stylish bag.

+ "You just had a baby." - I've loved Ashlee's blog for a long time, but this post takes the cake. If you've just had a baby, you need to read this. Twice.

One week with Lanie.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Just as we prayed, Lanie arrived in perfect time before Mimi (my mom) was set to arrive for the week. We've had the sweetest first week with our girl. She is the most delicious, most predictable newborn and we are smitten with her. On the first sunny day of her life, we all took showers and put on real clothes to document our family. Liam is learning to be a gentle big brother and we were shocked that he actually sat still enough to hold her for a few minutes. When he was done holding "Wanie," he just rolled her right off his lap. I think we still have a ways to go.

Thank you, Mom, for taking these for us! (And thanks even more for the hundreds of loads of laundry, the cooking, the playing dinosaurs with Liam, and the baby cuddling.) Being a family of four is pretty wonderful so far.

Lane's birth story.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

I love a good birth story, don't you? I haven't spared any details in this one, and I hope you enjoy reliving it with me. Like Liam's birth story, writing this down feels like pouring out a piece of me onto paper. It not only recounts Lane Eliette's grand entrance into the world, but a pivotal experience in my own life. I will never tire thinking about it or praising God for January 8, 2015. As traumatic as it felt in the moment, the joy of meeting our beautiful Lane overshadowed it all. 

On the morning of Thursday, January 8, Shawn and I prayed a bold prayer: we prayed that our daughter would be born that day, a week before her due date. Shawn had 3 days off coming up and my mom would arrive the following Monday, which meant that if the baby was born, we'd have Mom's help with two kids instead of waiting around all week for signs of baby.

By midday, I'd had no contractions whatsoever. I felt pretty discouraged because, for weeks, I'd had at least a few strong contractions every day. Liam and I both took naps in the afternoon, and when we woke up around 4:30pm, we were stir crazy to get out of the house. It was a record cold day in Raleigh, so we bundled up and headed downtown to Marbles Children's Museum. We got there around 5pm.

As Liam ran straight for the train sets, I lagged behind him and noticed what felt like more than just a Braxton Hicks contraction. In the next few minutes, I felt another one - this one even stronger and longer than the first. At this point, the contractions were 8 or 10 minutes apart but not consistent, so I didn't want to get my hopes up that this was the beginning of real labor.
5:55pm: selfie taken between the first few contractions I felt while at the museum.

Shawn texted me a few minutes into our visit to let me know he'd be staying at work another hour. I replied that I might need him earlier than that. I wasn't sure, but the contractions were getting more uncomfortable (though still not consistent) and I felt stranded. I didn't know if I could lift 30 pounds of Liam into his carseat by myself, much less make the drive home during these contractions. I wouldn't have come all the way there had I known I'd be going into labor, but because I'd had no contractions at all, it hadn't crossed my mind. Plus, I was still a week away from my official due date.

Shawn headed our way and arrived at the museum around 5:45pm. The contractions were definitely becoming painful by this point, so we decided I would walk a few laps around the upper level of the museum and time them to see how close they were coming. Within a few minutes of walking, I realized they were 2 minutes apart, lasting about a minute, and they hurt. I couldn't talk through them, think through them, walk through them. I went back downstairs and told Shawn that we should probably head home.

On our way home, I had a gut feeling that this was the real thing. But because of our false alarm a week ago that had landed me in the hospital for a few hours, I didn't want to head to the hospital too soon. So at 6:30pm, I hopped in the shower to see if the contractions would subside. While in the shower, I endured two really powerful contractions that were enough to convince me that this wasn't slowing down. A baby was coming soon. I texted my OB (a friend from church) to ask him if he thought we should head to the hospital. He did, so we finished packing our bags and got into the car around 7pm.

The 12-minute car ride to the hospital was nearly unbearable. Contractions were coming in waves, one on top of another, and I was doing my best to stay under control (mostly for Liam's sake) and breathe through them. Liam was confused, asking, "Tired mommy?" from the backseat or giggling, "Silly mommy!" to break the tension when he saw the pain on my face. As I gripped Shawn's hand and squirmed in my seat, I told him multiple times, "I want the epidural as soon as we get there. This pain is no joke."

We arrived at the hospital around 7:15pm and I headed inside while Shawn met up with our friend who was taking Liam for the night. At the security desk, I had another strong contraction and had to lean over toward the security officer just after muttering, "My name is Whitney Newby... I'm in labor." It was such a stereotypical scene: me clutching my belly and breathing hard, him waiting for the contraction to finish, visitors looking on in a mix of sympathy and excitement. When the contraction finished, I was sent upstairs to triage.

Around 7:20pm, I waited for a nurse to come get me from the triage waiting room and because it was just after shift change, several nurses were leaving. I breathed heavily and swayed through contractions and one nurse stopped to ask, "Is someone helping you?" I told her they were on their way to get me, and as she walked away, I heard her say, "She looks too pretty to be in real labor." In reality, I knew this was real labor (or surely hoped it was!), but I hadn't even had the time to sweat my makeup off or look really exhausted. I'd only been having contractions for less than 2 hours.

At 7:25pm, I was taken back to triage and the contractions were stronger than I'd ever felt. The nurse briefly hooked me up to the fetal monitor, then checked me to see how dilated I was. At this point, I just hoped I would be at least 4cm and would be able to stay. "You're definitely in labor! 6 to 7cm dilated," she said. Shawn had just arrived from parking the car and we looked at each other astonished and delighted. 6 to 7cm! In my mind, that meant that a) We got to stay and have a baby and, b) I wasn't too far along that I would miss the epidural. We asked the nurse if she thought we would have the baby today or tomorrow and she calmly (though she probably thought we were nuts) said, "Oh, you'll definitely have her tonight." I asked her what the date was - January 8 - before slipping into another strong contraction.

At 7:35pm, my IV was placed. They asked to hook me back up to the fetal monitor, but I told them I needed to use the bathroom first. The nurse made sure, "You don't feel the urge to push, do you?" No, I told her. I'd just had lots of water and needed to use the bathroom. I thought to myself, As of 10 minutes ago, I was 6-7 cm. Surely I have at least another hour or two until I feel the urge to push. Shawn and the nurses helped me to the bathroom and as soon as I stood up, the urge to push was unbearable. I told the nurse I had to push, walked a few steps toward the bed, then squatted instinctively right there on the floor and began to push. "Noooo nononono!" yelled the nurse. "Let's get you to the bed." I couldn't believe that I might be ready to push just 10 minutes after being 6-7cm dilated, but I got on all fours on the bed (the only somewhat comfortable position) and asked if she could check me from that position. She does (bless her heart) and announces, "Yep. Nine and a half centimeters!"

At this point, there were three thoughts circling simultaneously in my head: 1) I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. 2) I am suffocating/dying/drowning under the weight of this pain. I can't do this. 3) Where in the world is Epidural Man?

The pain at 10cm dilated was beyond anything I've ever experienced. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. The contractions came wave after wave and only let up for 10 to 20 seconds before hitting again. I gasped for breath and looked up at Shawn helplessly. He was just as stunned as I was about how fast this was all happening. I kept reaching for him, then pushing him away when he got close. Neither of us knew how to cope.

When I felt the urge to push again, still on all fours, I panted through it for a couple contractions to wait for the doctor to arrive. Around 7:45pm, the doctor bounded into the room, gowning up and pulling on his gloves. This is probably when it really hit me: I would not be getting an epidural. There was simply no time. I would be having this baby soon and with no medication.

I wish I could say that strength from within just welled up and I took the challenge head-on. That I dug down deep into the core of my faith to endure the pain with grace and fortitude. In reality, it felt just the opposite. I did not feel brave or strong. I panicked. Fear wrapped around me like a blanket. I wanted to crawl out of my own skin, out of this moment.

But within seconds, the nurse and the doctor flipped me onto my back to begin pushing. I couldn't help not pushing. It was a primal sense that, when you don't have any medication to numb you, you just can't stop. For the first couple pushes, I writhed on the bed and screamed out in pain, which didn't accomplish much. The nurse then did exactly what I needed her to do: she grabbed my hand, had me look her in the eye, and said, "Whitney. You are going to have this baby. You can do this. You are doing this. But you have to stay under control. You have to breathe. Use your breath to push, not to scream, and this baby will come soon."

It was exactly what I needed to hear, and a turning point for me. On the next push, the doctor said, "You're doing great! Reach down and feel her head." I felt it, and on the next push, her head was out. On the next push, her body emerged and at 7:53pm, Lane Eliette was born.

All 7 lbs. and 4 oz. of her slippery warm body was placed onto my chest and I didn't even cry: I was still in so much shock. Shawn was, too. Immediately, the excruciating pain of the last few minutes had vanished and was replaced by the purest joy of a flawless little girl in my arms, just two and a half hours after I'd felt the first contraction. Less than two hours before, I'd been playing with Liam at the children's museum. Whoa. We had been at the hospital less than 40 minutes and I had pushed for about 5. Whoa.

The next few hours were spent marveling at what had just happened. I think Shawn and I said, "That was the craziest thing we've ever experienced" about fifty times. We FaceTimed with family who had just received news that I was 6-7cm, then minutes later, saw a baby in our arms. Shawn's brother and sister-in-law had driven downtown to retrieve Shawn's car, which we left at the museum, and hadn't even made it home before Lane was born. It was surreal and unbelievable to so many.

Before Liam was born, I had planned a natural, unmedicated birth, complete with hypnobirthing classes. But in the throes of labor, I had opted for the epidural. This time, I'd planned for the epidural but just hadn't had time. So while I was so grateful to have endured a natural birth, it was not a serene or peaceful experience. It was actually pretty traumatic. The recovery, on the other hand, has been miraculous. Somehow, I didn't tear or require any stitches, so I was up and walking around within an hour of Lane's birth and feeling little to no pain. (Don't hate me.)

Once we were moved up to our postpartum room, the adrenaline rush I felt was palpable. I changed out of my hospital gown and into real clothes and walked a few laps around the postpartum ward, feeling amazing. The nurse finally encouraged me, "I'm glad you feel so good, but you just had a baby... you need to go rest." I didn't sleep the entire night, abuzz with the miracle that had just taken place and drinking in the beauty of our precious Lanie girl.

Her name is Lane Eliette, and we didn't decide on it until a week before her birth. Lane is my middle name, and I grew up being called "Lanie" by my parents, so it's an endearing name to me. Eliette means, "My God has answered," and oh, how He has. He has already answered so many prayers surrounding Lanie's life: our prayers for a healthy baby after a miscarriage last year, even down to our prayers for her specific birthday. I guess you have to be careful what you pray for. We prayed so boldly for a January 8th birthday, and that's exactly what happened. We prayed that it would be quick. Now I'm not sure if that was the best idea. :)

Lane is the sweetest, easiest newborn and we are so enjoying getting to know her. God is so good to us and as we gaze into the eyes of our new little girl, we know that full well.

Our daughter.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

With so much joy, we announce the birth of our daughter,
Lane Eliette Newby
Born on January 8, 2015 at 7:53pm
7 lbs. 4 oz., 21 inches

She is perfect, we are elated, and I will share her whirlwind birth story soon. Welcome to the world, sweet Lanie!


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

An Instagram fave (@whitneynewby)
On Tuesday, I became that girl. The hugely pregnant one who cries at the doctor's office when he says, "I'm kind of shocked you're still pregnant... I really thought we'd see a baby by now." I know I looked like a hormonal mess (though nothing different than what he probably sees every day), but I'm just so ready to meet her. Ready to answer the many "Is she here yet?" texts with "YES!" and start the celebrating.

Thankfully, these extra days with just my little guy and no real plans have been the sweetest. Trips to the museum, to the library for dinosaur books, to Fresh Market for a "wittle tweat" of gummy peaches. (Oh, and a really botched haircut attempt on my part... sorry, buddy.) I wouldn't wish this time away for anything.

So we all continue to hang in limbo: the 39-week limbo that makes each day feel like a month, and ironically, the time with Liam that seems to zoom by.

My mom arrives on Monday and we're really hoping she arrives in the 6 days that Mom is here (or before would be great!). We covet your prayers for a safe and healthy birth.

As my friend Amy said, "I've rarely heard of a pleasant labor that was forced." So true. So we wait for her arrival. And as I tell her every morning, "Today would be a lovely day for a birthday!" I guess she'll let us know when she agrees.

Kingdom work.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Over the past several months, this little blog space has been more sparse than usual. As I stood under the steaming shower head this morning (where I think all of my deepest thoughts), I tried to figure out why.

My plate is full, yes. Yours is too, no doubt. But what I'm finding in this season is the need to be mentally present more than ever before. It's one thing to care for a baby - to meet her needs for constant nursing, full diapers, and stimulation. It's another to care for the heart and mind of a toddler: a two-year-old, in our case, who is stunningly verbal and wants you to respond to everything he says to make sure you understand him. By the end of the day - a day full of meal planning and cooking and cleaning and errands and library trips and constant conversation with my favorite buddy - I am spent. Poured out in every way. Add to that being 38 weeks pregnant and it makes sense why I wouldn't be thinking deep thoughts by 10pm when I sit down to write. It's a season, and it isn't worth trading for anything.

A few months ago, Shawn and I attended an event at our church for some of the church leaders and their spouses. The pastor who spoke was elicit in his encouragement to those who work with children. I wish I could've recorded his words and didn't have to paraphrase them, but in summary, he said, "To those who spend their days singing to babies and praying over them; to those who open the Scriptures with their toddlers while they play trucks; you are propelling the Gospel forward. Yours is kingdom work."

Oh, how I needed those words. I know I'll need them in a few weeks when we've added a newborn to the mix. I fight with voices in my head that I could be doing more valuable things with my time: making more money, stretching my mind, using the gifts I've been given for such bigger purposes. And then I hear the timely words of an older, wiser brother - and I look into the eyes of a little boy named Liam - and I realize that what I'm doing now is more valuable than perhaps anything I've ever done. To show him Jesus and to guide him into truth - there is simply no higher calling.

I'm praying for you today, mama friends. I'm praying that as you scrub another dish and answer another question and wonder if it all matters, that the Spirit would speak into your soul that it does. That this work you're doing is eternal.


Friday, January 2, 2015

Making final preparations for sister
At 38 weeks and one day pregnant (but who's counting?), I've been experiencing "prodromal labor," which basically feels like a mean joke. With Liam, my labor was fast and furious and we held a baby in our arms a week earlier than we'd expected. This time around, I was sure I was going into labor a few nights ago when contractions were 3 minutes apart and strong for nearly 12 hours. But after walking 50 laps around the hospital in my oversized gown and not making much dilation progress, we headed home.

Anyway, our girl finally has a name, hospital bags are packed, childcare is in place, Etsy orders are all finished and sent. We're ready. So very ready.

As I wait, rather impatiently, I've been doing what must be nesting:

+ I've made a large batch of homemade hummus and was delighted with this recipe. It tastes better than anything I've purchased at the store and freezes well. (I doubled the recipe.)

+ I'm currently making homemade laundry "super sauce" detergent. A friend made this for me several months ago and I loved it - and it's quite the money-saver. I added about 30 drops of essential oil ("Serenity" by doTERRA) to make it smell even more delicious.

+ I also made an all-purpose cleaning spray, which I've now used to clean the kitchen and bathrooms. I doubled the recipe and added 15 drops of lemon essential oil and 15 drops of lavender essential oil. It cleans well, smells light and fresh, and is non-toxic.

Next on the list? Headed downstairs to make a Boppy cover with some scrap material I have. I'll probably use this tutorial and pattern.

Hope to be back soon with baby news, but as you moms know, there's just no telling when she'll decide to arrive. Only in perfect time.
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