Wednesday, June 29, 2011

a day of firsts

Tonight, we took our first walk using the double stroller.

Lola loved it! Amelia slept through it, of course.

It was just a mini walk, down the street and back. Maybe 25 minutes. But it was nice to take it out for a test drive before longer walks later this weekend, for the Fourth.

Also, today, I took the girls (I love saying that...) out all by myself for the first time. Not anything huge - we just had to go pick up some paperwork from my office. But it was good to get out of the house all together.

Also, Amelia for the first time today really had her head up all by herself. For just the splittest second. But she is trying.

I love my girls.

- Bethany :)

Lola's big week

Well, of course, the biggest part of last week was Amelia's arrival. But life continues.

And someone made a promise to a 2-year-old a couple of months ago that she would be getting a swingset for her third birthday.

Since new babies tend to bring visiting grandparents, Ray got some much-appreciated help as he and Grandpa Roma spent Friday night and all day Saturday installing the swingset in the backyard. A few week early for her birthday, but it is here.

Lola woke up Sunday morning and instantly asked Ray, "My swingset all done?"

And she was thrilled to learn it was. She was less thrilled to see the rain. But it soon dried out and Sunday became an outside play day.

"I don't need to go to the park anymore, Daddy!" she announced while swinging. "I have my own swings!"

One of my favorite features is a mini picnic table set up on the lower part of the tower portion. A great place for outside lunches or coloring or whatever.

We already have developed a routine of spending our mornings doing inside play and chores and spending afternoons/after-nap time outside.

We're having a blast.

And Lola has been showing off her pumping abilities, which makes it easy for this mommy to be outside caring for a newborn while simultaneously watching her preschooler play on the swingset. I don't need to be right there to push her. She can do it all herself. Such a big girl...

I owe a post or two devoted to sweet Amelia. I'll get there. Mainly, know this: She is super sweet, super easy and super quiet. We are all in love.

She wasn't very impressed by the swingset, though...

- Bethany :)

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Amelia Joy Wesley

Our newest daughter, Amelia Joy, was born at 2:18 p.m. Wednesday, June 22, after just six hours of labor (what a wonderful improvement that was from Lola!).

She weighed 6 pounds, 12 ounces and was 19 inches long.

She is absolutely breathtaking and, thus far, the easiest, happiest baby.

Lola is in love (well, we all are, of course ... but Lola, especially, has completely embraced her role as a big sister and is very, very proud of her little sister).

So happy.

So blessed.

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


And we're off...

- Bethany :)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Today is Lola's last day as an only child.

(OK, or so I hope. I fully acknolwedlge that there is a chance that, A, there won't be open beds for my induction tomorrow, or, B, that I could have another super long labor that brings our newest daughter into the world on Thursday instead of Wednesday - I just choose to not recognize this option.)

So, today is likely Lola's last day as an only child.

I did not sleep well last night, thus why I am blogging at 7:45 a.m. I've been up since about 6, after fighting to stay asleep all night long. Lola woke up just before 7 a.m., probably because Ray was getting ready for work and we were being kinda' loud.

I wonder if she knows today is her last day of "normal."

Usually, she wakes up mostly out of it. She needs about 10-15 minutes before she is fully awake.

Instead, she woke up today fully ready to go. She was smiling and joking and laughing before she came out of her bedroom.

We are in for a good day today, I think.

- Bethany :)

Monday, June 20, 2011


Still here, still waiting.

Anyone surprised?!

Today is my first day home and not working. So far, Lola and I have had a pretty great day. We woke up a little later than usual (yay!) and then she enthusiastically agreed to bathtime, during which she was an angel about getting her hair washed (double yay!) and was rewarded with some makeup time afterward.

Then we went to the hospital to drop off some forms and we had a nice talk about what will be happening this week.

After last week's very nice visit with Ray's parents (who were oh so kind to watch Lola for five days when we didn't have daycare), today, my mother comes into town for a week or so.

So I'm thinking it is pretty much a foregone conclusion that this baby will come via induction on Wednesday. I'm still surprised about it, honestly. But glad the end is in sight.

So for today and tomorrow, I am focusing on Lola, trying to make sure she has a wonderful two days before things change ... in a great way, obviously, but she doesn't know what she's in for this summer and beyond.

Anyhow. No news here.

Happy Monday!
- Bethany :)

Sunday, June 19, 2011


Happy Father's Day to all.

I really thought that Ray would be a dad again by today. Not happening.

Oh well, three more days...

We spent today doing work. Yay for Dad's Day. He got the lawn mowed and the lawn cleaned up. I blogged and spent the afternoon reorganizing the pantry and getting the kitchen cleaned up a bit.

So, yeah, I guess, nesting continues.

Still not feeling like labor is coming. Any contractions I had last week have subsided. (I really throught Friday was it, but, alas...)

I don't have any great list ideas today. I really don't. And I'm tired and kind of cranky, to be honest. I need a nap.

Really, though, I need my baby to come out.

Three more days...
- Bethany :)

Saturday, June 18, 2011


I'm losing hope in this "let's start a countdown and Baby will decide to appear on her own" idea, I'll be honest.

Could happen, I know. But I'm not as confident as I was.

Anyhow, I digress.

Yesterday was my last day of work. And, really, while I strongly believe it was the right time, I'm a little nervous. I like my job. A lot. And I am used to checking emails and websites a little bit every day, even if I'm not at the office.

So today's list, I guess, is in that vein.

The top four reasons I like my profession (reporting):

- I get stir-crazy. I could never have a job where I am tied to the computer all day long. And, yes, while there are certainly days that I don't leave the office, those are (or, at least, should be) the exception, not the rule.

- I get bored easily. So when I am tired of covering council meetings and city beat kind of stuff, I can delve into a topic that sounds more interesting. I once took a week off my typical "beat" in the Cities to tour and visit disc golf courses. Fun times.

- The people. You meet so many interesting people and learn their stories. For the same reason that I probably tend to listen to country music and musicals: I like stories. I like hearing about how, why things happen as they do, what drives people to make the decisions they do.

- The flexibile schedules. This is kind of a lame answer, but it is also very true. I love that I can't take off 30 minutes for a doctor's appointment or and hour over every lunch break for a walk. I love that when Lola (and Amelia) get older, I can take off in the middle of the afternoon to see a school program or visit a classroom.


Four days. I'm starting to think, more and more, that I just might be making it 'til Wednesday's induction after all.


- Bethany :)

Friday, June 17, 2011


I could spend the next five days – as I count down toward my scheduled induction – whining about how I really would rather be in labor than blogging.

But that sounds awfully repetitive. Not to mention really annoying.

So, I’ve decided to write lists.

Today’s list: My top five favorite books. I don’t think I could actually put these in order, even if I wanted to. I love them all.

- “Pillars of the Earth” by Ken Follett.

- “A Prayer for Owen Meany” by John Irving.

- “White Noise” by Don DeLillo.

- “Mrs. Mike: The Story of Katherine Mary Flannigan” by Benedict and Nancy Freedman.

- “The Willow Whistle” by Priscilla Homola.


Five more days to go.

I’m still hopeful for a weekend baby though!


- Bethany :)

Thursday, June 16, 2011


I didn’t sleep much last night because of a little boy.

Ray’s parents are in town this week – thankfully! – to take care of Lola since we don’t have daycare. Jean and I ran some errands last night, coming home about 8 p.m. or so. We were one house over from my house when we saw him. Just a little boy. He was smaller than Lola. He was on the shoulder, looking down at the street and kind of shuffling as he walked along the roadway. Then he just stopped walking and started crying.

He was all alone.

I grabbed my cell and got out of the car; Jean went home to check in and let the guys know what was happening.

The boy saw me come toward him, and for just a second, he was a little scared. But then we just sat on the curb together. He told me his name, I told him my name. I said I had a little girl about his age. I asked him if he knew where his mom was. No... I asked him if he knew where his home was. No... So I called the police and then the boy and I chatted some more, talking about superheroes and just waiting together. The police were very quick, it didn’t take more than a few minutes before two squad cars showed up.

The boy got excited when he saw the cars coming, “Cops! Cops!”

Apparently this was not the first time he has dealt with the police before.

“Cops have stickers,” he told me happily, immediately asking the first responding police officer for a sticker.

It was sad. So sad.

Ray showed up about then to make sure everything – me, mostly – was OK. He brought a stuffed animal along to give to the little boy, who was appreciative. The police basically took the boy and did their thing as they began trying to find a parent or adult. My/our role lasted probably a total of 7-10 minutes.

But the image of the boy wandering along the street, crying, stuck with me all night. It just freaked me out.

Now, today, I think all turned out relatively fine in the end.

Or at least I hope it did...

I guess we never know for sure...

How sad. So very sad.


I have six days left until my induction.

Honestly, I haven’t really thought too much about that today.

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

an end date

Well, I am writing this in hopes that lightning can strike twice.

Roughly three years ago, I began a five-day countdown to my scheduled induction with Lola. I never made it to zero. Lola, who still hates being told what to do, came on her own before then.

So today, I am officially kicking off a seven-day countdown to my newly scheduled induction with Amelia.

But I’m not-so-secretly hoping that she, too, will come on her own.

My induction has been scheduled for 5:30 a.m. Wednesday, June 22.

Today’s doctor appointment, honestly, was more interesting than I thought it would be. I have dilated some and my body is preparing for labor, but certainly not by leaps and bounds. The almost-a-concern was my blood pressure. I always have relatively low blood pressure. The bottom number (whatever that means, I'm not great at that stuff) is never higher than 64. It's almost always something like 112 over 61. Today it was 114 over 83. They don't consider it high or dangerous unless it is like 140 over 90. So I am fine. But it is definitely higher. My doctor isn't overly concerned about anything, but said it would be good to not let me go much beyond next Wednesday.

So Wednesday is it.

But I’m hoping I don’t make it until then.

You never know...
- Bethany :)

Monday, June 13, 2011


Yes, today is my due date. No, I don't think the baby is coming today or anytime soon. You never know, though, someday you might check this site and find a baby picture! (Of course, I could have tired of waiting for my own and just posted some random kid's picture.)

That is a quote from myself. I posted that on June 30, 2008, on Lola’s due date.

I have similar thoughts today.

Oh well, at least in roughly 14 hours, I get to have some fun. While I hated being overdue, I always loved to watch people’s faces when they would ask me when I was due.

And I would just smile, “Yesterday.”

(Or, as more time went by, “Last Monday”; “Two weeks ago.”)

Anyhow, today is my due date.

Which means jackpoo. (Except that it’s Grandpa Roma’s birthday – happy birthday!!!)

But on the baby front, nothing is happening here.

But it will. One of these days...

- Bethany :)

Thursday, June 9, 2011

twiddling thumbs

We’re just in limbo here, not really progressing further but still anxiously – and impatiently – waiting for Baby.

I let myself get my hopes up a couple of weeks ago, let myself think that maybe this baby won’t come late.

Silly Mommy. The doctor told me yesterday that she fully expects me to go past my due date (Monday) and that she will see me at my next appointment on Wednesday, the 15th.

She told me last week that because I was at least dilated some (to perhaps 1 cm, where I have stayed since week 37), that she would consider inducing at 40 weeks. Which is Monday. So I am hopeful, I guess, that come next Wednesday (when I would be 40 weeks, 2 days), we can talk about setting that up.

This is all too familiar, really. The crabbiness, the uncomfortableness, etc., that came while waiting for Lola.

My last appointment during that pregnancy was on Thursday, July 10, at 41 weeks, 3 days. The induction was set for the Tuesday, July 15, once I would have been past 42 weeks. I would have checked in Monday evening. (Of course, Lola came on her own at 3:45 a.m. Monday, the 14th.)

So, applying the same math: I hope that come this coming Wednesday, my doctor will set up an induction for the Friday (17th) or Monday (20th).

Of course, as long as I’m hopeful, maybe I can just hope she’ll decide to come on her own tonight or tomorrow.

You never know.


This is a tough spot to be in. Just waiting, not knowing. At least when counting down to Christmas or a wedding or a party, you have the date set. With my pregnancies, apparently, I’m always counting down, but I seem to be ending up in negative numbers.

To quote my doctor, from yesterday, "I just don't know why you're not progressing. You must have a very hospitable uterus. Your kids just like to stay put."

Oh well. She can’t stay in there forever…

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, June 1, 2011


It's June. Our newest family member will be here this month, at some point.

Personally, I'm hoping for sooner rather than later. But, even if she does make me wait a bit, I was assured today she would still arrive in June. (Unlike her older sister who held out for nearly half of July.)

While my body is very slowly preparing for delivery, my doctor told me today she would be open to inducing at 40 weeks since my body is at least trying to cooperate.

So that is better than three years ago, when my body wasn't doing much at all so I waited out 42 weeks. (Of course I had Lola at 3:45 a.m. on the morning I would have gone in to be induced.)

So I wait. Impatiently, of course. I've been walking a lot - I've been told that helps - but then I went in and got a mixed reaction from my doctor about a lack of weight gain these last seven days. So apparently I will keep walking ... I just might stop for Dairy Queen along the way.

So ... no news yet.

But it is June.

Which means we should have news soon.
- Bethany :)