Owen at 3 months

Still with the gas issues...and here Mommy thought it would go away by three months. Cross your fingers and toes so that Mommy can drink decaf coffee again for Xmas.

Owen weighs about twelve pounds. No doctor's appt. until next month so we don't know exact weight.

Owen celebrated Halloween by trick-or-treating with his buddies. In general, he's surrounded by chics his age. 2010 was the year of the girl baby.

He celebrated Thanksgiving with the Odice/Guillorn side of the family and then he joined the Leonard side for Blew Friday. He was disastrously late to that because of a leak in our heating system, but that's another story for another time.

He had his first trip to Massachusetts. He met so many wonderful friends and family members. He slept perfectly with almost no gas and when he returned to NY his gas returned. This can be explained by proximity to Yankee stadium.

Milestones
He laughs and squeals in delight.
He has superior control over his head. It's nice not to have to support it for him.

Owen at Two Months

Owen is two months old!

In the past month, Owen has had some stomach issues (developmental ones). He is a little fartmonster. And that's fine, but when the farts stay in and become gas pains, it's not so fine. Because of these, Mommy gave up dairy, peanuts, soy, citrus, coffee, chocolate, and nightshade veggies. But at Owen's two month appointment, Mommy brought all the foods with her so that the ped could do kinesiology on her (it is a muscle test that helps determine which foods bother the baby). And, as it turns out, dairy, peanut, soy, chocolate, and tomatoes don't bother him! Surprisingly, peas do. And so does coffee. So it's going to be a few months before Mommy can have coffee again. Yes, even decaf.

Owen received his DPT shot today. He weighs 9 pounds, 10 ounces. He's in the 10th percentile for weight (which is fine because he is gaining well within his percentile) and the 25th percentile for height and head circumference. So that's why he looks a bit lean.

Owen had his first kid outing this month. He went to Muscoot Farms to meet up with his friends Safra and Kasey. As you can see below, he did not like the pumpkins.

Milestones
He smiles! And it's not just the gas. He smiles at us.
He seems to be working on the whole crawling thing. But (thankfully) he doesn't have the arm part down yet. He's also working on the flipping from front to back thing. But he's made it to his side.

Other silly things: Because of the way his hair is growing in, it looks like he has a receding hairline.

Owen's 1st Month

Recovery from a c-section is as difficult as I expected but Owen keeps Mike and me in good spirits. I still contend that the worst part of the c-section (other than the catheter--ick) is the night after. I had to wear these legwarmer things that simulate walking to prevent clots. But they simulate walking all night long so I didn't get any sleep the night of the operation. And when I say no sleep I mean absolutely no sleep. On the plus side, I was able to stare at Owen the whole night!

In the hospital, we had many visitors...my parents, my cousin Julie and her husband Nate, our friends Josei and Paul, and Mike's grandma and sister (his mother was unable to come because 0f a cold).

Pictures below show Dr. Charles with Owen on the day we went home, Owen's going home outfit, Owen in the boppy at 1 week and 3 weeks, Owen sporting a Cornell onesie (thanks Gen), Owen looking cute in a jacket, and Owen holding his head up during tummy time.

Milestones
You'll notice the video of Owen standing (putting weight on his legs with assistance) at four weeks. At three weeks he started flipping over from his stomach to back--though every time I take out the camera to film it he doesn't do it, and he just started grabbing my hair and holds onto it. He's also perfected the art of looking cute.

I look forward to this coming Wednesday when Owen is six weeks and thus ready to meet the public world. I will also be six weeks into my recovery which means I can start working out a bit, lifting things heavier than the baby, and walking more (Cooper has missed his walks dearly).

The renovation is done enough where the living room feels like a living room! Owen loves looking at the ceiling because of the stark contrast between the color of the beams and the ceiling paint. I'll post pictures after the stair railing goes in.















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Owen's Birth Story

So as we know from the post about the External Cephalic Version (ECV), Baby G did not turn. The result: a scheduled c-section. It took me a while to come to terms with having a c-section, especially since I wanted a drug-free birth (ideally…though I was certainly open to an epidural if labor took a long time or a c-section if necessary). And with Baby G being breech, the c-section was necessary. The same team that did the ECV was scheduled to do the section: Dr. Charles and Midwife Susan Schmidt. The only difference was the doula. While Doula Debbie attended my ECV, Doula Randy would be at the birth. I'm really happy that I was able to work with both my doulas in different situations! To echo one of my friend's who used a doula in NYC, hiring a doula was the priceless. Especially in this situation. We arrived at the hospital at 3:30p.m.with the c-section scheduled at 5p.m. From reading about scheduled c-sections online, I knew that the procedure often was delayed. When we arrived at the hospital, we found out that there was another c-section in process and that ours would happen probably around 6 p.m. But Doula Randy gave us wonderful news upon our arrival. She arranged for the baby to stay in the operating room with us the entire time. Unlike most c-sections, he would probably not have to go to the NICU. Additionally, we were going to try to put him on me—skin-to-skin during the operation. When we arrived in the labor room for preparation, Doula Randy suggested that she braid my hair—brilliant. I highly recommend a French braid for c-sections, as I still looked pretty put-together after major surgery. While Randy braided my hair, Dr. Charles informed me as to what would happen during and after the surgery—as well as telling me the risks to a c-section. I signed my release form and we were set to go. They put the warm socks on and they moved me to the operating room, which was beautifully painted by a muralist. Clouds adorn the ceiling and the word "breathe" stood out on the ceiling directly above my head. Dr. Small, the anesthesiologist, started the process of my epidural. When he was finished and I was lying down, I remember discussing his dog with him while going numb. He took out his cell phone to show me pictures of his Catahoula Australian Shepherd. The anesthesia took a while to kick in. Meanwhile Mike and Doula Randy got dressed in their scrubs. I had feeling on my right side for awhile, which seemed to surprise everyone. Then all of a sudden I didn't and I started to lose the room (I assume this was the morphine). I started saying "I feel weird." Then I just repeated the words "weird" and "odd" because for a moment I didn't know where I was. I came back to the room when Dr. Small said, "Megan, there's someone here to see you." And I heard Mike's voice say "Hi honey." I immediately said "Hi. I love you" and I felt Mike's hands on my head and shoulders. Dr. Charles apparently started to cut me open at this moment. I don't remember how long this took clearly. But I do remember hearing the midwife tell Doula Randy (who was taking pictures) to "Get a picture of his butt!" so I knew he was coming out. A couple seconds later, Mike told me we had a son and asked if I could see him. I could not see him, but I heard Baby G cry and began to cry myself. The nurses put him in the warmer while the neonatologist checked him out. Because the warmer sat high up and the operating table sat down low, I could not see him. Then, I saw his foot stick up, which kind of struck me as funny at the time. Breech babies often stick their feet up in the air for several weeks after birth (Owen is still doing that). Finally, the nurses put him in the bassinet and I could see him. To my surprise, he looked a lot like me, very Irish, not so Italian! Mike asked me about a name. I told him that I didn't think any of the Italian names would work, and he agreed. I heard him mention the name "Foley" to the nurses (which was on our list), but he didn't really look like a Foley to me. I mentioned "Owen" but we hadn't decided on that yet. Next, Mike brought him over to me for the skin-to-skin contact. But as you can see, there isn't a lot of room on the my non-operation side of the sheet. So we did skin to skin on my face; I got to give Baby G many kisses. Suddenly, I was overcome with nausea, so they took Baby G back to the warmer, brought me a small pink plastic pail to puke in, and gave me a shot of anti-nausea medicine. Shortly later, the medicine kicked in and I felt totally fine. The plastic pail remained unused. Dr. Charles, who was apparently rooting around in my uterus at the time, announced that I did not have any uterine abnormalities (these can cause a baby to be breech). The good thing about this news is that it is highly unlikely that a second baby would be breech should we choose to go that route. Mike brought Baby G back to my face. Baby G immediately began to suck on my chin—I even had a bit of a hickey the next day! At this point, Doula Randy suggested that we start to breastfeed while on the other side of the curtain, Dr. Charles replaced my organs and stitched me up. Randy and Mike got me set up to feed (especially since I couldn't move). Mike held Baby G upside down on me. The breastfeeding worked! From what I understand from Doula Randy, the nurses, Dr. Charles, and Midwife Susan, the breastfeeding and skin-to-skin helped me recover enormously. Immediately afterward, I didn't really feel like I had major surgery (no strange reactions to the medication or removal of baby). My body adjusted as if I just gave birth naturally. Mike took the baby to the recovery room, and the doctors transferred me to the recovery bed. Then Dr. Charles and Dr. Small wheeled me out of the recovery room. During this time, Dr. Charles admitted that she was a terrible bed driver (there were a few bumps along the way) but a fantastic stitcher (also true since the nurses kept commenting on how wonderful my incision looked). When we reached our recovery room, I was allowed to have ice chips...which tasted delicious considering I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since 3 a.m. In recovery, we decided to name the young man Owen It seemed perfect.

BABY G ARRIVES!

Welcome Owen Shea Guillorn. 6 pounds 4 ounces. 19 inches. Born 7:03 p.m. August 25, 2010. Mom and baby are fantastic!