Monday, January 12, 2015

Welcome to This Crazy, Wonderful Life, Jocelyn



            December 23 . . . the due date of our second child. We watched the day come and go like any other day – Chris went to work, and Sam and I did our thing.  December 25 . . . “Please don’t go into labor, please don’t go into labor,” I told myself. For one, I’d feel bad for the poor kid having to share a birthday with Jesus; and my mom wasn’t in town yet to take Sam while we were at the hospital. The three of us had a calm, sweet Christmas Day together. December 26, Momma Jo (my mother) arrived to ‘the cold north’ as she always puts it. Now we were ready to have a baby! December 27, Chris and I celebrated our 7th anniversary one day early and went to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town.

            On Sunday morning, December 28, I slept in until seven in the morning. When I woke up, I was feeling some contractions, which had been a common occurrence in the last few weeks of pregnancy. But this felt a little different, and as the morning progressed they became more regular. We planned for my mom to take Sam to church and Chris went for a short run. Halfway through his run, I texted him that contractions had pretty much stopped, so he should run as far as he wants. No rush now, I thought. But I was ready to have this baby! So I got on our treadmill to see if I could help things progress. After about 15 minutes of walking, the contractions came back strong and regular – 20 second contractions about three minutes apart. I quickly called Chris and told him to get back home. After another hour and a half of laboring at home, we headed to the hospital around noon.
About 15 minutes before she was born.

            This labor closely mirrored my first with Sam, and although it was crazy hard, I was able to do it without any medication or interventions. After about six hours of labor, at 4:48pm, with one giant push, our baby girl entered the world!  Chris showed more enthusiasm than I did; he kept saying, “It’s a girl!” I just kept saying things like, “That was so hard. That was awful. I never want to do it again.” For whatever reason it took me longer to get over the trauma of childbirth and enjoy my baby this time. 

7 lbs., 11 oz. of sweetness
            Right away things checked out well – her APGAR score was good and she nursed off and on for an hour or so.  Chris and I enjoyed our first hours with this sweet baby girl and discussed our name options. (We didn’t know the gender before birth and hadn’t settled on specific boy or girl names.) This whole time I found it very strange that no pediatrician came to examine her after birth.  Then she had a strange vomiting episode – it was a brownish color. And the nurses observed that her breathing was a bit more noisy and labored than they would like to see, so they called the on-call pediatrician around 12:30am. 

            After some observation and x-rays, and pulling a vial of brown fluid out of her stomach, the doctors decided to transfer her to the NICU at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN. At first we thought this would be an ambulance ride, but later learned they were taking her by helicopter and neither of us could go with her. Although the idea of your newborn being air-lifted to a NICU sounds terrifying, those caring for her explained it as precautionary, knowing that her symptoms could not be diagnosed or treated here at our Albert Lea facility. The only point where I really broke down was seeing her lying there, hooked up to a lot of monitors and an IV and ready for transport. Before they took her away, we decided we had to settle on a name, so Jocelyn Marie it was.  Jocelyn, simply because we like it; it means ‘playful’ and we think it sounds like a fun little girl. Her middle name ‘Marie’ is in honor of my grandmother, Lois Marie.



            So about twelve hours after birth, Jocelyn took her first helicopter ride and I, thankfully, was discharged so we could be with our daughter. Chris and I stopped by the house to pick up a few things and explain the situation to my mom. Then we drove an hour to Rochester and were reunited with Jocelyn. We were very pleased with both the care Jocelyn received and our interactions with the staff at St. Mary’s/Mayo Clinic. They were a calming presence in a somewhat scary situation.

            Many people have asked, “Weren’t you just freaking out when all of this happened?” The answer is, no, I wasn’t. It may have been a strange combination of sleep deprivation and confusion over what was even wrong with her, and Chris’ calm nature in any crisis situation. But really, I can tell you that I know God put peace in my heart and the faith to trust him with each and every hour that passed. I kept singing to myself, “I need Thee every hour . . .” and He was so very near to us and gave me the emotional self-control I needed.

 

            Jocelyn was in the NICU for four days.  Over time we were able to understand what had caused some of the concern following her birth. She had likely swallowed amniotic fluid, which meant she needed to be given antibiotics through an IV as a precaution. Thankfully she never developed any infection. She has a ‘floppy airway’ which leads to very noisy breathing – something that clears up on its own as she grows. She also broke her collarbone at birth, which needed no treatment, just caution as we do things like feed her and get her dressed. We were surrounded by so many very sick babies in the NICU; our sweet girl’s health concerns seemed to pale in comparison to others. Our total stay was close to four days, but there were babies who were there for weeks and some months. While we were exhausted, those four days were actually some of the most concentrated time Chris and I have spent together in many months. 
Dinner date at the hospital cafeteria!

Going home!

            On New Year’s Day we brought Jocelyn home.  I’ll never forget the hug that Sam gave me after being away nearly five days. He was immediately interested in his new baby sister. He is super sweet with her, but is also a toddler going through an adjustment phase. Having two babies under two is not for the faint of heart! I’m forever grateful to my mother for being here for us and to my mother-in-law for coming as soon as my mom had to leave. They have both loved and served us selflessly as we find our new normal as a family of four. We praise and thank the Maker for Jocelyn’s health and the joy of welcoming this darling girl into our lives. We love you, Jocelyn Marie, and can’t wait to watch you grow.

Brother Bear & Sister Bear


Monday, March 10, 2014

Sam Turns One!


It actually happened; my baby turned one!

Birthday morning breakfast.

Sam loves this little sit & scoot toy. This is his gift from Mama and Dada.

Our sweet friends David & Danae came down with their 7-week-old baby Gideon to help us celebrate.
Birthday decorations!

Yummy food!
                                                         
Attempts at a family photo.


Fun opening presents!

And the cupcake. He started off slow but then ate almost all of it! He was kinda all business about it, too. Funny boy.


 





Thursday, December 5, 2013

9 Months!



Today Sam is 9 months old!


It's been a month of firsts . . .

First Thanksgiving!!!
First turkey & gravy.
First Christmas decorations!
First time playing in a box.
First snow!
Seriously, Mom? It's cold . . . 
Can we go back inside yet?
First time really crawling . . .

Which leads to . . .

. . . first time on a book shelf . . .
 . . . and first time inside a cabinet.



Saturday, November 9, 2013

Sam & Daddy's Day of Fun!

Yesterday, Sam and I got to hang out for the day — from 7:54am to 4:12pm. Ashley was out teaching at Calvin Christian School, subbing for the day, so all obstacles were removed for Sam & Daddy's Day of Fun!

The Schedule, an engineer's dream
So, what did we do all day? Well . . .

  • We tossed the frisbee!

  • We got dressed!

  • We practiced on the mandolin!
  • We played with some of our favorite toys!
  • We partook of some of our favorite drinks, like dark coffee and Lemon Lime Gatorade!


11 scattered thoughts I had after the day:
  1. Being a mom is not for the faint of heart.
  2. Changing Sam's clothes is harder than it looks. (If it were up to Daddy, Sam may stay in his PJs all day.)
  3. Rocking Sam to sleep is nothing short of magical. (Though the 5 seconds of moving him from my arms down into his crib is quite the gut check: Please don't wake up, please don't wake up, please don't wake up . . . )
  4. Being at home with Sam is healthy for my prayer life.
  5. Whatever Sam's interested in, I'm interested in.
  6. Peek-a-boo is fun.
  7. Almost as fun as watching the leaves fall outside.
  8. Causing Sam to smile is indescribably delightful.
  9. Sam is incredibly skilled at turning pages with his left hand. ("Efficiency" is the word that comes to mind.)
  10. Singing is a powerful rival to crying. (Even if you can't remember all the words. Somewhere over the last 28 years I forgot a line to "Itsy Bitsy Spider," but I made some up and it seemed to work out okay. He also still loves the Bears song, though the jury's still out on the one I made up during our mandolin jam session.)
  11. God is good to give us Sam.
Also, there was some "bonus fun" last night with Mommy (well, Grammy) in town!

Story time with Grammy, showing off his left-handed
page-turning abilities!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

8 Months!

Our sweet Sam was 8 months old yesterday. It's true that the days as a new mom can be long but the months fly by!
  • Tilting his head to the side or upside down to examine things.
  • Screaming with delight until he turns red in the face and chokes. 
  • Somehow getting from point A to point B - army crawling, rolling, sliding, etc.
  • Having little (sometimes big) meltdowns when we have to take something away.
  • Turning pages in books. This boy loves to read!
  • Eating solids like a champ. Favorite food? Green beans.
  • Sleeping 9+ hours straight and taking good naps usually!
  • And, as of today, pulling up to standing. Oh my.

On Sunday, October 27 we dedicated Sam to the Lord with our congregation at Bethlehem Baptist Church. David Livingston, to whom Chris is pastoral assistant, was the pastor over the dedication. We had a few friends join us for some good ole southern cooking at Cracker Barrel afterward to celebrate.  It was a sweet day.
(Photo credit: Laur Weisensel)
He was pretty laid back about the whole thing.



(Photo credit: Laur Weisensel)

"Together with your parents who love you dearly, and this people who care about the outcome of your faith, I dedicate you, Samuel Anthony, to God, surrendering together with them all worldly claim upon your life in the hope that you will belong wholly to Jesus Christ, forever.”
- Pastor David Livingston

Rockin'.

My blue-eyed boys.
On the same weekend as the dedication, we had a race . . .
Waldo ran 50 miles . . . 

. . . while Sam cheered him on.

Also, Sam got his first haircut . . . sort of.
I snipped off this sweet little rat tail.
And then there was Halloween, which entailed dressing Sam up, taking pictures on the couch, not a single trick-or-treater, and then taking his costume back off. I know, I know, we're crazy at the Robbins' house.
"Roar!"
Sam is just a fun, sweet, laid-back little babe . . .


. . . Except when he's not. We simply don't know what to do when he does this (see video below) and we just look at each other and laugh and wonder, "What on earth is he thinking right now?" Too much fun. 



MVI 2147 from Chris Robbins on Vimeo.