Monkeying Around, Part II

Echoing our sentiments, Sock Monkey and friend dearly wish that Ethan were home.  While they don’t mind holding down the fort (and getting into mischief while at it), they look forward to having Ethan play with them.  In the meantime, they’ve made it their job to break in his clothes and toys…as you can see:

P1012579“Where’d he come from?  Doesn’t he know?  There’s only room for ONE sock monkey in this crib.”


P1012585“For the last time, you are NOT the king of the world.”


P1012572“Would you hold still?  I’m almost done.”

P1012574“Well, it looks a lot more like me than you.  I’m just saying.”

P1012575“Hello?  NICU?  May I please speak to Mr. Ethan Googer?  No?  Okay.  Um…do you know when he’s coming home?  …Who is THIS?”

The Week That Was

Well, it’s been a whopping 11 days since our little Ethan came wailing into the world.  When the docs showed him to me, I probably had the same reaction most mothers do:  “He looks purple.”  Well, maybe not.  But that was quickly followed by:  “That came out of me?  How did he fit in there??”  Ah, the miracle of birth.  Quite an experience.  Since I just had an epidural (and not general anesthesia), I was awake and coherent during the whole shebang.  I made sure that I didn’t think TOO hard about what was going on on the other side of the curtain during the C-section.  I felt some tugging and pulling as I listened to my gynecologist and the others discussing their Thanksgiving plans, which was rather surreal.  One minute, you’re talking about cornbread stuffing; the next, you’re pulling a baby out of me.  All in a day’s work.

And now I’m home, where I’m doing pretty well.  The incision looks and feels fine (of course, I just finished my pain meds…so ask me again tomorrow), and my post-baby bump has shrunk a bit since the cashier at Target asked me on Saturday when I was having my baby.  “Umm…this past Monday?”  🙂  Even my belly button has made a long-awaited reappearance.

As you can imagine, we wish our little buddy were home with us.  Even though we’re not THAT far from Woman’s, it was nice to have him be only a stroll down the hospital corridors away.  Granted, it was a rather long stroll – the NICU was on the opposite side of the hospital from our room (I got a lot of good wheelchair riding in)…but at least you didn’t have to take Essen Lane to get there.

Here are just a few of my Ethan highlights thus far:

1. Holding him and having his little eyes open – see the last picture Hans posted.  Oh!  So cute.  And then there was two days ago, when I underwent new mom initiation…and he pooped on me while I was holding him.  Hmm.  Not quite as cute.  (but I’m glad he’s able to do it!)
2. When he sucks on his pacifier.
3. When he is sleeping peacefully.
4. Watching Hans with him.  When Ethan’s older, I’ll have to tell him of his dad’s exploits while Mom lay in bed, recovering.  Going into surgery with me, shuttling visitors in and out to see him before his surgery, signing consent forms, talking to surgeons, helping me in the room, posting blog updates while exhausted.  Good work, Dad!
5. When he reads his books to me.  (He’s very advanced)  😉

Last night during our visit, the nurse was working on Ethan’s NJ tube (the one that goes from his nose to his jejunum, feeding him), which had become occluded.  Ethan was not especially enjoying the process, so she gave him something called “sweeties.”  I was like, “What’s that?”  Basically, it’s just sugar water, which babies love – Ethan got a tiny squirt and he was sucking away on it.  Apparently, he’s got a bit of a sweet tooth, just like his mom.  Anyway, one of the NICU docs called a few minutes ago and said that the surgeon was able to get the tube flowing again.  Pray that it keeps doing so!  Hungry babies are not happy babies.  (He’d have to go back to IV fluids, which isn’t as satisfying.)

Anyway, looking back on the week that was, we’re so grateful for everyone’s support throughout.  Our family and friends prayed, visited and brought us food (while the room service was good, Chick Fil’a and smoothies are better!), flowers, balloons, and fun gifts (from books to baby clothes and towels to diapers to Hershey’s Kisses rimonabant sale and mints to a pashmina!), our moms brought Thanksgiving dinner, and now, rides to the hospital and meals.  Hans and I are so blessed…thank you!

And with that, I have to go.  I’m heading to the hospital in a little while.  I’m going to see if they make sweeties for adults.  (I think they’re called…brownies…)

18 Days…and Counting

That’s how much time I have left in my quiet, peaceful world.  Then, on Monday, November 23, Hans and I will head to the hospital at 4:00 a.m. for what I’m assuming will be a very long day.  In other words, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that’s when I’m going to be induced.  Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!  And Ethan will enter our world, and I’ll finally be able to see how much he really looks like Hans.  (You can’t tell from those sonogram pics)  But for now, Ethan is still enjoying being safely buy 20 mg acomplia online encased in a sac of fluid, floating around, albeit with less and less room each day.  I’m not to the point where I want him OUT, but I will tell you this:  I will NOT miss going to the bathroom 15 times a day.  And four times a night.  (I have to admit, this is about all I have to complain about…pregnancy has been pretty kind to me.)

Anyway, the latest bump pic is from this past weekend, when my good friend Gilbe came into town from Dallas:
After eating a meal that included alligator, crawfish, and red beans and rice, we headed to the plantation Houmas House, the self-proclaimed “Crown Jewel of Louisiana’s River Road,” for a tour:

Saturday night, we went to the LSU-Tulane game.  While not an SEC match-up, any night in Tiger Stadium is still a good experience.  (I say this about any stadium that sells nachos, though…)

So THANKS to Gilbe for coming into town!  And we’ll keep you updated as we get ready for Ethan’s imminent arrival onto the scene.

Shower Time

On Saturday, Sept. 26, I had another baby shower…this time, at my parents’ house in Donaldsonville. I have truly been blessed by all of the gifts I’ve received at my showers, so if you are one of the generous donors, THANK YOU!  If you are not, there’s still time. 🙂 All joking aside, I have no idea how we’d do it without all of your help. Anyway – here are some pics from the day – my hosts outdid themselves, as you will be able to see:

100_1727“Diaper Cake,” by my talented sister-in-law, Lissie Berry

100_1728Actual cake

100_1731What a beautiful spread!  Deeee-lectable.

100_1737Hostesses on display

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100_1738Skylar, deviled-egg maker extraordinaire

100_1739Hey Denise!

100_1741“Hmm…how big IS Courtney’s bump?”

100_1742Ten squares, as the TP flies!


100_1755Me and the motherfolk

So, there you have it.  A wonderful day, surrounded by great friends and family…and presents from Babies ‘R Us and Target.   🙂

Monkeying Around

This morning, I walked into the as-yet-unfinished nursery, and lo and behold!  Sock Monkey and friend had decided to rummage through my shower gifts to play with.  I guess they’re getting impatient waiting for baby Ethan to arrive.

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100_1756“Come in,  Bear Bib…10-4…over and out.”

100_1757“10-4, Diaper Head.  Wait…where’s MY walkie-talkie?”

100_1759“It doesn’t matter.  I couldn’t figure out the batteries.”

100_1760If that’s not the face of a hardened criminal, I don’t know what is.

I chastised the two of them and returned Ethan’s clothes and toys to their proper places.  But something tells me this might happen again before December.  I’d better hide the baby powder.