Wednesday, July 23, 2014

oh alice

She's been extra hungry lately and I've been extra tired lately. Matt snapped this photo that reminds me that no matter how ravaged my body has been due to this girl, it is so worth it.

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Monday, July 21, 2014

all you never wanted to know about c-sections & c-section/postpartum recovery

In my research about labor & delivery I would keep ignoring the chapters about C-sections and C-section recovery because well OBVIOUSLY I wouldn't be having one because I was going to be an A+ student and birth my baby the way I wanted and within a short amount of time. Duh.

Oh the arrogance!

In Alice's birth story I described what it was like when I was wheeled into the OR and the general what happens when you get one and meet your baby for the first time so here's a few more details on the experience.

You are only allowed one person in the room with you and for me that person was Matt. He was allowed in right before Alice was delivered and he stayed with her the whole time after she was born and brought her to me when she was cleaned up.

Obviously you don't see much with a curtain about 1 foot from your face blocking the view so when your child is born you don't get to see them for a few minutes but you do get to hear them, which is a joyous sound you will never forget. Your arms are numb and heavy and they are stretched out like you're waiting for a hug and resting on a table on each side. Your legs are wrapped up in this massage machine that keeps circulation moving during and for a few hours after you deliver and it feels pretty good like someone rubbing your legs up and down. I was offered oxygen which I didn't really want and as I mentioned before I felt like I was gonna pass out but once they didn't seem to be alarmed by that I got over myself and woke up. After I met her I asked if I could just fall asleep and they said sure and I maybe closed my eyes for a second but you feel very exhausted.

Once the baby is removed from your body you get these crazy shaky chills that are normal and they put a warmed up blanket on you that is heavenly. Before you know it and after you've met your baby they're done putting you back together and the curtain is gone and you are feeling numb but okay. They wheel you over the a recovery room that I shared with a poor girl that was having a rough reaction to the meds and had puked a few times. Nausea is to be expected with the anesthesia medication but luckily I didn't experience any of that, I was just beat.

For the first four hours after the surgery you are monitored very carefully to show signs of any infections or adverse reactions to the medication and the procedure. They check your blood pressure, temperature, etc. I was so so thirsty after the thing and all they would let me have were ice chips and I feel like I had two big buckets of it. It was during this waiting period that I was able to hold Alice for the first time and give her the first meal I'd been slow cooking all these months. After the family left we were wheeled upstairs to the postpartum recovery floor to begin the recovery period. It is customary to stay in the hospital for 3-4 days after a C-section since you're way more delicate than a vaginal birth.

I had an IV with some oxytocin and pain meds going into me, still had a catheter, and the massage thing was working on my legs. I was still pretty numb so I'm not feeling much pain, only tiredness. I'm not sure why they gave me oxytocin, I know what it is, it's the synthetic for a chemical your body makes to help your uterus contract down back to normal size which your body pretty much does anyway but maybe since I hadn't delivered vaginally they thought I needed the help.

It seems like there's two stages of surgery: the being tied up with tubes and assistance of all kinds and the weaning off of these tubes and assistance. I was given pain meds through the IV for awhile and then transitioned to oral medication. Either that day or hours later, the catheter was removed and I was able to walk to the bathroom on my own. The first time I got up and walked to the bathroom was one of the more painful moments in recent history. Sore all over and my legs just barely working I moved to the bathroom at a very slow pace with Matt guiding me there. If you'd have seen me, it was both comical and pretty pathetic looking. Over the course of the stay I was able to move faster and faster but we did have a sad incident where I couldn't get to the bathroom in time and peed on the way there. At this point gang I have peed myself so many times that I have no shame. Just the way it is.

The pooping on the other hand was the big hurdle we had to overcome before we felt ready to go home. Since during pregnancy your organs are all squished up to make room for the baby now there's no baby so they're stretching themselves back down to where they originally are and that makes for a very slow pooping situation. I had eaten three square meals a day for about 3 days before I was able to poop and that was after days of stool softeners, milk of magnesia, coffee, and warm prune juice. I feel like I sat on the toilet for a half hour the Monday morning I finally pooped but the relief of knowing things were normalizing was enough for us to decide okay, we are ready to go home now.

Once we were home however, pooping became difficult. Michelle thinks its due to all the oral pain meds I'm taking but I am clogged up like the 10 freeway on the way to Santa Monica during rush hour. The poops have been the most difficult and painful poops in my life. I may have missed being able to push the baby out but I was close to the experience with these poops, yeesh. For such moments I was prepared however thanks to my expert: stool softeners, medicated wipes, and preparation H and now the house is stocked with prune juice & milk of magnesia and I am drinking water like crazy.
On top of the incision to deal with there's also the looseness of your tummy due to no more baby being in there. It's quite freakish to see your skin just out of place but you know it was for a good cause. They put a giant maxi pad on top of the incision to act as a barrier from the support wrap I'm wearing. It's taken me a week to finally look at the incision, I was just freaked out by the concept but it's right around my bikini line and I'm told my doctor is one of the best so the marking should be minimal. That was a bummer there: 9 months of no stretch marks and now I have a surgery incision scar. Oh well. I have a support wrap around me as well that's not the most comfortable thing in the world so we're looking for alternatives one of which is to just use those high waisted shape wear support undies aka granny panties. I think this whole belly loose thing is more part of the postpartum and not particular to C-sections but you know, thought I'd mention it. I've heard good things about this wrap and honestly, it doesn't feel like a vanity thing, it feels like a support thing. To me anyway.

One of the more annoying things about the incision is the fact that it hurts to laugh. I have to hold myself in and Matt makes me laugh so much that I have to have him tone it down a notch. Also, don't watch "Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee" while recovering, you may literally bust a gut laughing.

You are able to shower with the incision, in fact it's encouraged, just let water run down your body and don't scrub it with any product, just water. Let it air dry completely or pat it down before you put any wraps or pads or clothing on it. You're encouraged to take walks to gain your strength back but just don't over do it and no carrying anything heavier than your baby. Heck, don't carry anything but your baby, you're recovering from surgery darn it.
Accept help as much as possible and don't be shy about asking your partner to get things for you. Don't try to do much yourself, take it really really easy. It's going to take a while to recover from this and you will have to see your ob/gyn for a follow up within a few weeks to remove staples and see how you're doing in general after all you've been through.

The recovery is definitely the hardest part but at least you have an adorable baby as a reward. When you're feeling tired and in pain and weak, just spend a few minutes staring at your baby and holding its little hand and somehow, you'll find the strength to keep going.

Friday, July 18, 2014

a week of alice

Hey! We have been parents for a full week now can you believe it?
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

the birth of alice (very long post)

As 07/07/14 came and went I was feeling very much like a grenade everyone was hoping to pull the pin on. That evening as nothing happened and we were just going stir crazy, Matt and I got dressed up and went out to dinner at Granville and went to see 22 Jump Street and walked around the mall. As we hoped it would be our last date just the two of us though not as we expected.

That night as I showered I felt a trickle of water between my legs and I stepped away from the shower I could tell that I was peeing myself (it was yellow and definitely pee) but the warm trickle before I couldn't tell if it was my water breaking or just the shower. I gave it all night and I felt no contractions but the next day, 07/08/14 I was still leaking involuntarily. I had a 3pm appointment that day anyway but I called my doctor's office to see if they could see me earlier 'cause I didn't really want to go to the hospital. The doctor's office told me to go though I tried to insist I wasn't sure if my water had broken they didn't want me in the office. Under the concern that what if it was water breaking and bad things could happen we went to the hospital. We told not a soul (except my resident confidant/expert Michelle) because I was sure it wasn't labor but didn't want to take any chances. Like baby Jesus in Bethlehem when we got there there were no rooms at the inn and all 8 of the L&D rooms were full and we had to wait in the waiting room (and watched Germany slaughter poor Brazil). It was HOURS before we got in to be seen and after they checked that I was not dilated at all I went home. By then it was 4pm and I cursed myself for not having listened to my instincts to just stay home and wait 'til my regular appointment because we'd have been home an hour ago. Ugh, annoying.
On the drive home I was feeling pretty disappointed. I knew I wasn't in labor but I just felt the pressure of everyone waiting for me to birth this baby and I was just so so sad. This sort of despair that cuts through all rationale and just hurts and makes you cry. My brother, as always, was able to hear my despair through the benign texts about boredom and he, his wife, my mom, and Angie came by to cheer me up and distract me. Mom made us quesadillas and we walked to Starbucks and then the park. Angie picked flowers for Baby Alice. We talked about life and babies and they prayed for me...
… which is probably why a few hours later…bloody show. I went to the bathroom around midnight and sure enough, pink tinted business and contractions began a few hours after that. I knew the beginning parts of labor take forever so I tried to sleep and handle the pain best as I could by myself and not wake Matt because once it got going he wouldn't be able to sleep and someone in our party should be coherent. I finally woke him up around 6am once I was tired of feeling alone and told him I was in labor. He made sure I was fed and watered and would massage my back in between contractions. The way I handled contractions, which by the way feel like intense period cramps and unfortunately for me included back labor which is intense lower back pain, was either rocking side to side and breathing or on my knees by the bed as if I was praying rocking my hips side to side. Constant movement as well. Pacing. Not being still. My contractions came in threes: the first would be intense, then a few seconds another one that would be less intense, then a few seconds later another that was either milder or on par with the first one. Around 8am I was incredibly exhausted and prayed that I could get at least an hour of sleep because if this was just the beginning I was not gonna make it and I badly needed to rest. Miraculously, I fell asleep. I woke up and we had some lunch and labor continued with back massages and addition of a heating pad and finally at 4ish once they were about 5-6 minutes apart we loaded up the car and headed to the hospital, contracting all the way. We let our family know what was happening and told them to pray and wait for an update.
It was around 5pm and we were sent into a recovery room while we waited for our room to be almost ready and my vitals were checked and we learned that I was at 3.5cm and 90% effaced. This is when I texted my girlfriends and told them to standby. Hopefully soon things would get moving and within a few hours we'd totally be having a baby. Right?
My first nurse was Shawna whom I loved right away and we had a chat about what my plan was and goals and she was totally game about my wanting to do it naturally and if I wanted any pain meds it would come from me and she wouldn't ask me. There were a few things that had to be approved by my doctor though which I dunno if I'd mentioned but at my last checkup, the doctor that I'd been seeing for all my prenatal care was going on vacation and would not be around to do the delivery. While normally this would drive a woman bananas luckily I had met the other doctor in the practice and actually liked him so much I almost switched. My doctor had me meet the backup doctor just so he'd have a face to the name and he just wanted to know my general feeling on natural vs medicated birth. I told him I wanted to have it as "low tech" as possible and he was very pleased. He would prefer that when possible and he was not the type to want to rush things, he would let things move at their pace. I later learned that he comes from a time when midwives and ob's worked together so he had the old school training. Also, he was Irish so he had a cool muddled accent. Win.

Back in the labor room, Shawna wrote up my plans on a white board. We wanted it to be low-tech, no pain meds, fun, and with the end result of healthy momma and baby. The items that had to be approved by my Irish doctor were the following: I wanted to be intermittently monitored (they monitor your contractions and the heart rate of the baby) instead of monitored the whole time which would mean sitting on a bed tied to cables, very difficult to deal with when trying to labor naturally, I wanted to be able to ambulate (aka move around), and I wanted to only have an IV lock instead of being tied to an IV. The difference being that I would have the IV ready to go on my hand only in case of emergencies vs having the IV tube going into me, once again tying me up to machines. We had no doubt he would approve all these things but he had to be asked, which of course he did. This is where the reading and knowledge came in handy. Had I walked in there not knowing that they were gonna wanna tie me to the bed things would have gotten uncomfortable fast. But since I knew they would and I knew there were alternatives I was able to ask for and be given these things.

Unfortunately Shawna was off at 7pm but she remarked optimistically, hey, I'm back at 7am tomorrow hopefully I'll see you then. Ha! I arrogantly thought, hopefully we'll have a baby by then!

Katherine from Nigeria came next. She had four boys naturally and was totally pro whatever I wanted. That night may have been one of the harshest nights of my life. I was in a boatload of pain, in a hospital, and really tired. Up until this adventure I'd never spent much time in a hospital except for a car crash and when I got hit by a bike last summer and even then it was for a few hours and never overnight. I let Matt sleep a few hours and I dealt with what I could as best I could. Another strange thing that I didn't know about labor was how much I would have to pee. Every contraction made me feel like I had to pee and rushing to the bathroom barely making it each time and a contraction hitting right as I was peeing making it worse. All I could have were ice chips which was fine by me, I wasn't hungry.

Matt was incredible. Having it be just the two of us made a big difference to me: it was our baby and we were a team. He would massage my back during contractions, let me lean on him to sleep, held my hand, kept telling me how proud he was of me, got me water, he was my everything. My strength. My love. I couldn't have done it without him.
Time went on and 7am came and I was checked again and this is when the massive heartbreak began. I was up to 4cm. One measly 1/2 a centimeter after all my hard work that night. Somehow I kept going, took one of the most uncomfortable showers of my life and around 3pm things were getting out of control painful. My previous quiet breathing and medium moans were getting louder and my capacity for keeping it together was getting lower. I asked to be checked and I knew that if I wasn't pretty far along say 7 or 8 I was done with natural labor and was going to get the epidural. In Ina May's book she mentioned stories of some women just being exhausted and needing their body to relax to be able to dilate and that was me all the way. Plus I knew that the pushing was coming and I would have no strength by then to handle it so I told Shawna I was quitting and gimme the numb. At this time my mom came by and saw me and got to see me contracting a few painful ones and told me later once she left the room she started crying. She told me she didn't wanna see me in pain and I was glad she sucked it up while seeing me, holding me tight as I moaned. I told her I was getting the epidural and hang tight and then they could say goodnight while it took effect and we'd see where we'd be in a few hours. I was at a 5/5.5 at this point and was at over 36 hours of natural labor.

My doctor came in and told me he wasn't sure the epidural was a good idea. He thought it would slow things down and we'd end up having to take the eventual steps of water breaking and pitocin to get things moving again. I pleaded with him to give me a chance to see where we'd be in a few hours with just the numb and he checked me. After his check he pretty much knew that Alice would not be born vaginally but instead told me that at this point there was a 50/50 chance of a C-section and that her head was not descending and there was little room for her to fit through the pelvis but he would give me that rest on the epidural. Why make me suffer naturally when I was on a road to C-section anyway?

Epidurals begin a big ole chain of reactions. You are numbed from the waist down so you can no longer move, you are totally confined to the bed. You can no longer control your pee so they stick a catheter in you. You can also no longer feel your contractions so that intermittent monitor is now an all the time monitor. And before you are given the epidural a bag of IV liquid must run through you so that IV lock that once no longer had a tube running into it now did. And epidurals aren't just a one time shot, it's a tube going into your back that has to constantly have medicine flowing to it and that's also on that IV pole. Yes, all of these things now were happening, you can see why I was trying to avoid it.

The anesthesiologist came in and everyone but Shawna cleared out.  I sat up on the bed with Shawna holding me steady and the doc poking me in the back with a big ole needle. This was when I had my strangest pain coping mechanism. I loudly hummed the song from Fivel Goes West "Somewhere Out There" and then hummed "Look out for Mr. Stork" from Dumbo. I think I needed to focus on something rhythmic, I dunno. Well within minutes relief was felt throughout my very weary body. My mom and Gaudy came in to see me and told me they thought I was ultra brave and no one could fault me for getting it after trying so hard. I fell asleep fairly instantly and thought I'd have gotten more sleep but soon my doctor was back and talking about what to do next. He was wrong about the epidural slowing the contractions down, they kept right on going and he acknowledged that. But the baby was starting to show signs of being tired and so were my organs.

It was going to be a surgery. That hit me like a ton of bricks and I wanted to cry but I had no strength. We could have waited a few more hours to see what would happen but I was starting to be convinced that even if I got to 10cm what was going to happen was I'd be pushing for more hours and then we'd realize she was still not fitting and now we were talking about an emergency c-section instead of a regular one. I had Shawna describe to me exactly what the procedure would be like step by step, when would I see my daughter, how long would we be apart, where would my arms be, etc. etc. Matt alerted our family and told them to come to the hospital and wait by the L&D entrance where they would meet Alice through a window. I was laid flat and moved to the OR, Matt put on scrubs. I don't remember posing for this photo but it's me just before I went under the knife. I labored like this the majority of the time in just a nursing sleeping bra. Enjoy this picture internet, it's what vulnerability looks like.
A curtain was lifted to block my view of the yucky stuff and I was numbed even more than the epidural. I could feel no pain, only pressure. They gave me an oxygen mask and I didn't like it so he moved it to the side of my face. I felt like I was gonna pass out and when the anesthesiologist  asked me how I was feeling I said "I feel like I'm gonna pass out" which got little to no reaction out of him so I figured that meant that was normal and then I felt better and more awake. I heard my doctor say "okay here we go", clearly felt the slice of the scalpel and then in 3 minutes felt the pressure of something large being wiggled and removed from my body. It was Alice. I heard her cry a polite cry and I was so happy and relieved to hear it. One of my nightmares was for my baby to be born silent and blue and have to be resuscitated so that cry was heavenly. The next thing I heard from the doctor was confirmation that we had made the right call at the right time. "Oh, there's a little bit of meconium, not too bad, just a little brown." Meconium is inside the womb baby poop and it's no good for babies to poop that stuff. During the stress of labor and delivery they can swallow it and it can cause lung infections, it's no bueno. She was tired and it showed and that was enough to let me know we had made the first right parental decision of a long road ahead. I felt body chills all over and they put a warm blanket on me.

Matt was able to go over the curtain to where they were cleaning her up and doing baby things to her. I was still on the other side of the curtain yelling out questions like "it is a girl right?!" "does she have hair?!" The doctors kept working on me and I waited for the first glance of my daughter. The daughter I've been baking in my body for the past nine months. Finally, Matt rounded the corner carrying the most beautiful sight these eyes had seen.
I had always imagined that the first time I'd see my child I'd have pushed it out of my body and meet it immediately and start crying but I couldn't cry when I met Alice. I just stared at her and smiled and smiled. I think I was just too exhausted to cry but not exhausted enough to be thrilled. A few days later as I recovered, I couldn't look at these pictures because I'd start crying and it hurt my incision.
On top of the meconium, the other proof that we made the right call with the C-section was if you can see the top of Alice's head here there's a little bump, that was where her head was stuck trying to come down and making no progress. That's why I wouldn't really dilate, her head wasn't pushing open the door the way it was supposed to, she was sunny side up and not coming down on her own.
While they continued putting me back together, Alice was taken to the nursery to be weighed and given her eye drop ointment and Vitamin K shot. The family anxiously waited on the other side of the window to see her and the nurse lifted her up Lion King style and they all cheered and then booed when she put her back down. The moms all cried and then they waited their turn to hold her.
Meanwhile I've been wheeled to the recovery room, the same one where I first met Shawna and was monitored and given medication and they took my vitals and after all these hours informed me that I still couldn't eat since I just had surgery and had to wait a few more hours. I wanted the strength in my arms to return so I could hold her, I knew that was coming soon and I wanted to start nursing her and was worried that we'd have a rough time at it since she wasn't laid in my arms right away after birth. Someone asked if mom was ready for baby yet and I said YES. I had barely any strength but Matt helped place her on me and she started moving her head down right away looking for her first meal.
After she was done with one, she moved onto the other one and there we stayed for about an hour checking each other out. Mother and daughter.
After we were done the family came in twos to hold this creature we'd all been waiting to meet for so long. My dad and brother then mother, stepfather, and Angie, then Dan & Jill, then Mari and Gaudy. Everyone stayed for about 5 minutes each and went home. Matt, Alice, and I were wheeled upstairs to the recovery floor to begin our new life as a family.

So, in retrospect do I regret having labored like a sucker for 36 hours and ended up getting sliced anyway? Heck no. Not for a second. I will always look back and feel proud that I tried really really hard to get this girl to come into the world the way it was meant to be and I could have made it if those road blocks hadn't been in the way. I may look back and wish I could have delivered differently but in the end I got all that mattered: a healthy baby.

posts to look forward to

As I am getting more sleep and able to use brain more I will be writing up a string of momma related posts for posterity. I'll just smack you with all of them every other day for the next week or so and then we'll attempt to think of things other than my beautiful baby girl. Which is pretty difficult I mean...
Subjects will include but not limited to:
- the full epic birth story
- hospital births: the good and the sucky
- all you never wanted to know about a c-section and c-section recovery (and general postpartum care)
- nursery setups that work so far
- how our house has changed to suit life with baby
- my newborn essential supplies
- breast of times: cause you totally want to hear about mom milking
- musings on new motherhood
- an update on life in general and rosy in particular

I'll try to make it a fun read but I can't promise its for everyone. I do promise pictures though, lots and lots of pictures.

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Monday, July 14, 2014

there is no place better

Today we busted out of the hospital after being there for 5 days (1 night of labor, 3 nights of recovery, 1 morning).
Immediately upon arrival, the nursery became my everything for this girl. I changed her diaper for the first time (matt's been doing it for me since i've been so weak), fed her in the glider and had her perfectly propped with the nursing pillow, set her down for a nap in her crib and she was out. As the day went on it became a huge relief that this room I have spent MONTHS planning and fussing with is just perfect because it is providing all we need within reach to easily care for our Rosy. I spent all day in here (except for a glorious shower and nap in my bed) and I am one very happy albeit insanely sore & swollen momma.
We are all home now and oh man, there is no place like it.

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Saturday, July 12, 2014

alice is here

I'll tell the long story later but after thirty six hours of natural labor including 24 hours in the hospital, with insane pain and back labor, we had little progress with her making her way through the birth canal and though she was handling it like a champ, it was getting to the point of being stressful and dangerous for both of us. So, Alice Rosemary was born via c-section on 07/10/14 at 6:48pm. Not at all part of the plan but we made the right decision. The recovery is brutal on me but she is doing well and breastfeeding like a hungry bear at a jamboree.
Our hearts are so full!

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

la la la labor

It's 4am and I've been in labor for 28 hours. The beginning was pretty manageable but now in the active labor part, holy crap.

I'm pretty tired and its impossible for me to get any rest in between contractions. Please pray for us. Supernatural strength is what I need.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

white rabbit

She's late for a very important date... 07/07/14 has come and gone and our girl has not emerged from the rabbit hole.

Definitely feeling like a watched pot by friends and family. It's really nice to feel the love but oh my fur and whiskers, I feel the pressure.

I'm trying to keep things in perspective here though. We might be waiting for her to come to the outside world but how many women have been waiting years for a positive pregnancy test, only to find negative after negative? How many moms and dads are waiting for their babies to come home from other countries to their new homes after years?

We really are blessed beyond belief to be where we are right now and I've no right to complain. We are happy, healthy, and about to have a baby.

What's a little boredom before so big a life change?

- mobile blog post. spelling irrelevant.

Monday, July 7, 2014

all dressed up and no place to go?

It's the big due date. The day we've circled in our calendars for months. I'm packed. I'm ready.
As of 5pm on Sunday night though, nothing has happened. Hopefully when you're reading this I'll have had a baby.

Please don't be a white rabbit and be late Alice. 07/07/14 would be a terrific birthday...

Friday, July 4, 2014

let's pretend we're going camping: cooking/dining

Wouldn't it be fun to own a little teardrop camper and take it up to Yosemite for the weekend? You just find a nice campsite and park it and can be set up quickly for sleeping and eating. Sigh. These are the kind of things I'd put in my little trailer's kitchen area.
I'm making a little board for lounging and one for sleeping as well but I'm feeling pretty lazy lately so we'll see if I finish them before this critter arrives.

Usually around this time Matt and I would be at some American city wearing red white and blue and waiting for fireworks. In a way, we're still waiting for fireworks though… baby fireworks.

Have a fantastic 4th of July my fellow Americans!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

alice's wonderland: the nursery as it was before she arrives

Well, this is as ready as it's gonna be before our lady arrives. I've mentioned before there's a few things to add to finish it like a rug but as of now, this is what it will look like when she moves in.
The ottoman arrived today and this chair is ridiculously comfortable. I come in here to just sit and glide sometimes, watching my belly move up and down and all around.
I ordered a crib skirt. I've been mulling over the same one for months I just wanted to wait for it to be reasonably priced and now that it has it's ordered and on the way. I have one backup crib sheet and another one coming in the same skirt order.
I got a basket at Target and put the toys she can play with while little in it. It'll be an ongoing toy rotation situation, moving things she out grows in and out of it.
Flowery details for our rosy.
I found the world's most perfect mobile but due to earthquake paranoia, I went with this simple garland.
There's a lot of safety concerns with babies and bedding and things like crib bumpers so it's going to be a very simple bedding situation around here. Once she's born and sleeping in her crib I'll move the toys out of there and she'll sleep either swaddled or in a wearable blanket.
Hanging on her crib is the baby blanket sewn by her grandma.
Her namesake. Her Irish lady.
This has been unchanged for months but we added some accessories for a little lady.
My aunt bought her those cute striped shoes you see in the back and we got those headbands as gifts from our friend Laurie.
The box contains yet more headbands and another pair of sunglasses.
Classic Fisher-Price toys waiting to be loved and drooled on.
And the bottom drawer has the plush baby blankets, cotton receiving blankets, flannel receiving blankets, muslin blankets, crib sheets, changing pad liners, and spare changing pad cover. You wouldn't think you need like 10 different types of baby blankets but you just might.
Amidst the me things I like to add touches of Matt in the room.
Here's the diaper bag packed and ready and yes, it has skulls on it.
Could this be a more random assortment of baby toys?
We got some cool Honest Company diapers and I swapped out the boring newborn diapers for these awesome comic book ones. I did purchase incredibly impractical baby flip flops because why not?
Super girl. California love.
I settled on this changing pad cover and absolutely love it.
I also bought a 3 pack of changing pad liners to hopefully protect it a little more from baby poop and pee. But just look at those colors. Love them.
The top drawer is all filled up with newborn diapers and a few cloth ones. She's gonna be too small for the cloth diapers for awhile but once she gets big enough we'll make the switch.
And the cutest drawer in the room.
With teeny tiny socks, mittens, hats, pants,
Onesies, gowns, and sleep & plays. Oh and burp cloths and swaddles.
The nursing area is basically the chair, ottoman, and the side table.
The iPod nano has a white noise album loaded onto it with ocean sounds and things like that to help her sleep as well as a few playlists for us to enjoy while awake. The drawer has snacks and nursing goods.
I think above the chair is the area where I could add some large art and make a corner gallery wall type thing but… we'll see.
Bedtime books!
Diaper pail ready to go and hamper is empty, awaiting spit up baby clothes.
And now onto the closet...
I installed quite a few door hooks around the closet. I am crazy about hooks. I feel like they serve that dual purpose of decoration and utility quite well. Here's her angel hat, sun hat, baby booties, umbrella, and moby wrap ready to go.
I put out the 0-3 month clothing only and will bust out the larger stuff as needed. I aim on taking a photo of her in every single one of these little outfits before she outgrows them.
Bins and baskets for her larger clothes.
The bins to the right have a few empties for whatever I find we'll need to store that I haven't thought of.
A little feminism in the closet.
In this flowery box where a few gifts came in I put her baby cards.
And the other tiny box has the shoes from her cousin Angelina.
I thought these ledges would be a good place to store little baby shoes. The top shelf has her Disney brain washing materials.
Another big hook where I put the breast pump, baby travel toiletries, and changing station clutch.
The bookshelf is storing all the spare baby things including humidifier, bottles, and ergo carrier.
In the hamper I decided to store the play mat instead of dirty clothes. Much more handy this way.
And the bottom right of the closet is boxes and boxes of diapers and wipes. Huzzah!
And the way top has things she's still a ways away from using.
 I even got this little file folder from Staples where we'll put artwork she makes in it.
And what girl is complete without a matching clipboard?
And of course, the one thing Matt requested for clothing for any child of his.
So that's Alice's Wonderland. Now let's get an Alice to go in it.