GrandDawn’s Log: Day 56 – guest writer

Dear Nathalie,

Last night, I tried posting a video to Facebook but they would not let me.  It was a video of you sleeping peacefully while listening to your favorite lullaby “In A Week” by Hozier. Apparently, I don’t own the rights to the song…whatever.  This is your cuteness and the official notification we received.

nathalie 8 weeks In honor of you being officially 8 weeks old today, and though you are cute and wonderful, aside from the little kitten sound you made last night, there is nothing new to report so I am posting the letter that was written to you from your Aunt Pixie during the time your mother was in labor:

Dear Nathalie,

You are about to come into the world. As I was driving through the hospital campus, I was stopped by a parade of baby geese and the rest of the flock. I will consider that a good sign. Small babies with a large, loving family.

The sunset is as beautiful as could be and I think it is another way the world is trying to welcome you. I took a picture of it for you so that you can one day see it for yourself.

It is 9:14 pm on June 26th, 2016. I am terrified and excited for you and your mom. Your grandma and grandpa are in a waiting room with me right now. Your mother still has not been assigned to the room that will be your very first performance stage.

It is 10:30 pm. Your mom is finally in a room. Your last meal inside of the womb is chicken nuggets, french fries, nerd’s candy, and sweet tea. Your keep being a little impatient and it has made it difficult for your mom to eat.

It is 10:37 pm. I have decided to record a few “golden quotes” from this joyous event for you. Your mother said this zinger. “Laughing makes me leak!”

It is 10:57 pm. I finally felt you kick for the first time in 9 months!❤ It was fantastic and well worth the wait.

It is June 27th,2016 at 12:06 am. Your mother is very hangry. Your last womb meal was, as previously stated, interrupted repeatedly by contractions. Thus far, your mom has continued to keep her spirits up the best she can. Her golden quote # 2 is “I don’t know what to do with my legs…just… I don’t want this. -gestures to her lower body- I just want to be an upper body.”  You have been rather cantankerous. She has also been praising your father’s soft hair, but I do not have an exact quote for you. I apologize. Just know that he has fantastic tresses that your mother adores and she has expressed a desire for you to also have such wonderful locks. I have faith in your hair.

Your mother is also taking my role of Captain Obvious. “Oh my word, this hurts a lot.”  Yes, that is a direct quote. Your mother has a very delicate manner of speaking sometimes. 

It is 1:00 am. You, coming into the world, made your mom cry. She is so strong.

Your grandparents and I are leaving the hospital for now. I will return with them in the morning. We are all exhausted. I can only imagine your mother’s exhaustion. Your dad is being such a wonderful rock for her. (Go, Daddy!)

It is 9:50 am. Child, it has been 12 hours. Get out of your mother’s tummy already so that we can gush over you!

It is 10:50 am. Small Woodsprite.Your mother loves you so much. You’re so close to being here. She is starting to try to move you from your cozy home into this giant world. Please be gentle.

It is 11:19 am. Tiny Woodsprite, I have been praying. I think you’ll one day have a voice like bells. I’ve been crying for you and your mother. I can hardly wait to meet you. I already love you more than you know. Please be kind to her. Your mother is so sweet.

It is 11:46am I just got a message from your dad. All it said is “11:23”. Tiny heart, are you here? I’m trembling like a rabbit!

It is 11:55 am. You are here tiny Woodsprite! I have not met you yet, but your mom did amazing and you are here! She has you pressed against her chest right now. Your daddy is right there with her. He must be beaming. Her heartbeat must be so loud in your tiny ears. Welcome to the world tiny amazing girl.

I was listening to music and the song that played the moment you were born is Florence + the Machine “Breath of Life”  How appropriate for that to be your theme song.

Amazing girl, I held you for the first time at 1:55 pm. While you were in my arms, I whispered to you about how much we all love you. I told you how happy we are to meet you. I described the world and the sky outside for you. It is blue and beautiful. I can’t wait to see your eyes. You are so tiny and cute like a little otter. You hiccup when you cry (just like your mom).

I adore you.

XOXO,
Your Aunt Pixie Aunt Pixie

Here are some pictures that Aunt Pixie took that day:
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GrandDawn’s Log; Day 43 on day 44.

Dear Nathalie,

It’s hard to believe that you are now (yesterday) 6 weeks old!  You are still so small but you are growing.

Before I begin gushing about you, I am going to point out a couple of things that I witnessed this weekend.  #1  While at a stop light where there were two lanes of cars at least 6 cars long, two guys on motorcycles drove between the two lines of cars to get in front of the lead car so they could be first when the light turned green.   Some day, if you EVER decide to ride a motorcycle… Don’t be that person.  #2 While driving on the bypass, we drove by a deceased racoon… with a “Get Well” mylar balloon tied around its paw.  I could not help but laugh but then my brain went to “Did the person tie it to the racoon BEFORE it crossed the road or after it was dead?”  Either way… Don’t be that person either.   Why am I including this in my letter to you… I am preparing you for the oddity that is humanity.  Expect the unexpected.

Now on to you:

This weekend you met many of your cousins (2nd, 3rd, etc…) at the family reunion for the Giles side of your family.  You may not know what side of the family that is, but my Dad’s (your great grandfather) last name was Giles.  Which means that my maiden name was Giles and that is why your Aunt Pixie has that last name as well.

The grown-ups at the reunion had the opportunity to snuggle you and you seemed to especially like sleeping on your cousin (my cousin is her father which makes her my 2nd cousin and your…cousin…lets just call it cousin and be done) Shelby.

After the reunion you finally met your Aunts Bobbi and Sherry!  I thought my friend Christa was bad… but these are your aunts!  Wait, they are your mom’s Aunts on her father’s side so that makes them your great aunts.  I guess we can forgive them. Your Aunt Pixie has been there since moment one and that is really the important thing… we will talk more about that in a minute.

Guess what you get to do this coming weekend?  You get to visit your Ohio grandparents and I think that means you get to meet your Aunts Paige and Jennifer!  These would be your Dad’s sisters.  Oh… and you have 1st cousins on that side of the family to meet!  They are boys… they might poke you, so be cautious.

Now, back to Aunt Pixie.  WE – your grandfather and I – were asked to watch you while your mom and dad went to a baseball game.  Well,  Aunt Pixie was home and she was having a heck of a time with some kind of neck pain prior to your arrival but let me tell you… she is a total Woodsprite (that is what she calls you) addict.  You cured her neck pain. Once she came upstairs from her dungeon she plopped down next to you and took over feeding you, and at one point she changed you but most of all she likes to talk to you and then snuggle with you when you are tired.  You, my dear grandchild, have your Aunt Pixie wrapped around your tiny finger.  Are you enjoying your power, you tiny little deity?

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I can’t wait to hear about your visit to Ohio… Look at you, less than two months old and you will have visited another state!

You GO Carmen Sandiego! Stealing hearts across the…state line.

Love, GrandDawn

GrandDawn’s log; Day 40:

Dear Nathalie,

After 39 days you finally met my good friend Christa.  I know right?!?! WTFrank is up with the delay?!?!  Some day I will explain to you the Frank reference in “WTF”. However, there is a picture that shows you looking up at her with a WTF type of expression.

Anyway, this particular occasion seems to have spurred a weirdness in my dream life.  Last night I had a dream where Christa came to see you and then that weekend you began growing exponentially.  Mind you, Christa is pushing 6′ tall…

In my dream, you and your mother were staying overnight at our house.  Your mom put you to bed and the next morning you looked liked a little blonde almost one-year-old… throughout the weekend you became an olive skinned, brown eyed, brown haired nearly  4-year-old and the only clue to what age you appeared was when my friend Lori came over with her 4-year-old granddaughters and you were a bit taller than them.

Come Monday morning (still in my dream) your mother took you to the doctor and, after some testing, it was revealed that your growth was an indicator that YOUR FATHER HAD SOME RARE CANCER and that in your mother’s quick response to seeking a cause for your growth, you basically saved his life.

However, you did not stop growing and before I awoke you had turned into Joan Cusack.  I attribute this reference to the fact that I recently binge watched 4 seasons of Shameless.

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Welcome to the inner workings of my brain Tiny One, be happy you do not actually live there.

Enjoy the real world…where you are perfect size.

Love, GrandDawn

GrandDawn’s log; Day 34:

Dear Nathalie,

Your grandfather and I had the privilege of your presence for several hours yesterday.  My how you have changed in a week!

We picked you up right before a scheduled feeding time and you were perfectly content when we whisked you away…for about 3 minutes. So, since we were in a vehicle and I could not reach you I thought I might distract you with some music. My first music choice was a CD of worship songs…you were not interested AT ALL.  So after a few minutes, I switched it over to my P!NK CD…The Truth About Love.  The uncensored version. That CD is a highly inappropriate CD choice for a young child who can understand and repeat words. It is a good thing that group of people does not include you yet as there are phrases that I do NOT want to hear coming from your mouth anytime soon. However, almost immediately you settled down.  I will have to purchase the censored version of this CD if I am to bring you into the fold as a fan of P!NK.

Seems like you may have taken that mental leap that I mentioned last time.  You seem less flaily, I know that is not a word but I will use it anyway, and less fussy.  You eat more in one feeding… almost double now. Changing you is much easier…again because you are less flaily. You seem to enjoy using my arm as a body pillow while laying on my lap… your grandfather thinks that is the cutest thing and is amazed at all of the ways that I hold you. The best thing of all, though:  you seem to be able to see better!  You are following people with your eyes and by golly, I think you were even watching television when we lay you on the floor to just stare at you after we fed you.  Yes, that is what we do when you are here and we aren’t actually holding you… we stare at the mighty wonder that is you.

Aunt Pixie came home and could not resist scooping you up and bogarting you for the remainder of your visit…you did not mind at all and it did make for an adorable photo op.Nathalie day 34COLLAGE

Congratulations on a successful leap!

Rock on tiny P!NK fan!

Love, GrandDawn

 

GrandDawn’s log: Day 28

Dear Nathalie,

Your dad had been out of town for some work related training and your mom had been caring for you on her own during days 20 through 26, with the exception of the evening of day 25 through the afternoon of day 26.  She opted for an overnight visit at our house.  Saturday morning, your mom slept until NOON!! But only because every time she heard you fuss, she would look over and see  your grandfather or me already on the task at hand.

The only thing that seems to be new was the color of your poo.  Apparently, your mother had never seen it that shade of green, or any shade of green for that matter.

You are a fussy, flailing baby.  Still.  You like the feel of water running on your head. You seemed to enjoy big swaying motions and spitting up on me.

You also seem to like your Aunt Breanna.  She really seems to like you as well. I saw the evidence on her phone… photos of nothing but you for DAYS. She is determined to stock your library. She bought you a book and special stationary for herself to write you little notes. She talks to you like you can follow everything she is saying and makes you do funny dances like the Whip/Nae Nae as well as the Macarena, which is the original whip/nae nae combo if you watch the motions in the beginning of the so-called choreography…whoa, rabbit trail.

You do not seem to have changed too much but the internet tells me that you are approaching your first “Mental Leap/Wonder Week”   which is week 5…however, it is based on your due date and not your birth date; perhaps next week or the week after. I might have to check out the book.  Again, this is something that I had never heard of when I gave birth.

Honestly, I don’t have a lot to report… other than the color change of your poo and that you – though fussy and flaily (is that a word?)  – have still captured our hearts.

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Rest up little one, give yourself and your parents a break to prepare for your big leap!

Love,

GrandDawn

GrandDawn’s log; Day 20:

Dear Nathalie,

I have seen you every day for the past three days!  After not having seen you from day 9 through 15 you are now looking like your dad.  Your tiny countenance is going to be changing so often we will have to start calling you Mystique. (I hope that by the time you can read this that you have learned about the X-Men). We have also learned that you enjoy the feel of terry cloth.

You stayed overnight on Friday, a.k.a. Day 18, and reminded us what it is like to have a newborn. Hoooo guurrrlll. There came a moment, around stupid o’clock in the morning, when you would NOT be consoled.  We just had to put you down and let you go for a bit.  Oddly enough, this was the moment that Cally (one of The Kitties Three) decided to put her little front paws on the edge of the pack and play and check on you…it was cute.  We knew you were a little “bound up” and there wasn’t anything we could do to help.  It was awful.  Finally somewhere between 2:30am and 5am (the hours we were allowed some sleep) you had a diaper explosion.  GrandDave cleaned you up while I worked on saving your clothing from staining… I won the battle!  Score one for me against the battle of the poo!

Saturday, Day 19, I can’t really recall the time anymore, we eventually all woke up. Although, I don’t know that I would call the remainder of that time “sleep.”  Ash (the eldest of The Kitties Three) is old and senile and cries… a lot.  On a normal night, Ash crying does not disturb my slumber, but that night… that night her crying was so similar to yours that I must have checked on you every 15 minutes.  Darn cat. Poor GrandDave had to deal with that PLUS my snoring.  I am not sure he even slept.  In my defense, I have to sleep with this new, flippin’, dental device and it often forces my jaw open…he was actually surprised that YOU slept being in the same room with MY noise.  We finally got around to our day and I gave you a bath; you were not so keen on the body cleansing part but you loved being wrapped in a towel while I sponge washed your hair…you reminded me of your mom.  She loved having me wash her hair in the sink, while she laid on the counter, well into her elementary school years…If she’d fit she would probably still want it done.  Once you were fed and clean and dressed and performed live for Facebook, you were very content to lay on the floor listening to music and slowly fell into a contented slumber and stayed that way until your Great Grandparents Lovitt came by…actually, you slept through that, it was when your parents came to get you that you really started waking up again.  Eventually, we sent you home…and took the rest of the day recovering.  If there was ever any doubt, I am so NOT in my twenties.

Sunday, Day 20,  your mom dropped your dad off at the airport around 10 something a.m. and popped in for a quick visit… and she did not bring supplies because it was supposed to be a quick drop and return home.  HAHAHAHAHA. Life with babies is so unpredictable.  Nothing happened but she had to scurry on home with you fussing because…well, you have bodily functions.  Later this day, I swooped you and your mom off to your cousin Colton’s (2nd cousin actually…wait…if Colton’s mom is your mom’s cousin and Colton is your mom’s 2nd cousin, that makes you???? Whatever, some kind of cousin) birthday party. He is a year old now.  Time flies. Colton tried to poke you.  His big sister Kenzie got to hold you…as did pretty much every other woman there… your cuteness is still powerful.

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Tonight is your mom’s first night alone with you; your dad returns on Saturday… She knows we are here if she needs help.

Be good for mommy.

Love, GrandDawn

 

 

GrandDawn’s log; Day 16:

Dear Nathalie,

Day 16 was yesterday but I was too tired to write a blog when my day ended.  Day 16 was your second Doctor appointment and you are only 1 ounce away from your birth weight.  YAY!  Your mom actually had the appointment scheduled for the day before, but because she and your dad are living in a new (to them) area, she plugged in the wrong branch of the clinic into her GPS and when she realized it…she had to reschedule.  Fun times.  Apparently, you are suffering a bit from being gassy and constipated (I won’t mention any names, but one of my children had the same problem… I feel for your mother).

As a treat, your mom brought you to the church again (Baby Wednesday this time) and you were passed around like a … wait, this is a mixed audience, you were passed around to a bunch of people who wanted to snuggle you.  I was concerned that two of my “ladies” here (no names will be mentioned) were about to throw down over being allowed to hold you.  I can’t blame them, they had to wait a WHOLE SIXTEEN DAYS!!  Your cuteness is powerful.  You might want to reign that in a bit.  Cuteness Aggression is a real thing.

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Things to note: your eyes are a little brighter… it is genetically impossible for you to have brown eyes but we are still waiting to see what the final color will be.  Your hair is still soft as ever, and though it is a brownish color now, it is a crap shoot as to the final color considering that I had jet black hair as an infant and your mother had red hair as an infant. It really doesn’t matter; if you are anything like your mother you will play with the entire color spectrum and make it whatever color fits your fancy.

Your parents have asked us to keep you overnight this coming Friday!  Can’t wait!!!  It will be interesting to see if they can both actually suffer through that many hours without you.  We shall see.

Love, GrandDawn