Ms. Iris Adella…
● Is extra smiley in the morning, but not so much after naps.
● Has a bedtime routine which includes a bath (she’s quite the splasher) and story time (Night-Night Little Pookie is on repeat these days).
● Has been sleeping five hour stretches some nights.
● And has zombies for parents.
● While she’s been cooing a bit here and there, on her 8 week birthday she woke up a little chatterbox, making all sorts of sweet sounds.
● Miss Independent. Iris doesn’t always like being held. While she puts up with it, she makes it known that she’d rather be laying beside you rather than in your arms. It makes it a bit easier to do things around the house, but sometimes a momma just wants to cuddle.
● Her hair still hasn’t fallen out (I’m crossing my fingers that it’s here to stay). It’s growing fast and growing in lighter.
● She had her first Thanksgiving, in Tulsa with family.
● She didn’t care for tummy time until just this past Friday when she learned to roll over! She did it like six times in a row, so I was able to capture it on video.

Here are my Instagram photos from the last month or so…

Her first Christmas tree

Morning faces.

All packed up.

Not a fan of the creepy Christmas dogs at my office.

These are taken 7 weeks apart. Crazy.

Post bath curls & pout.

Dad, Iris, & guitar.

Unlike her mom, she looks good in hats.

Her first (light) snow!

Mom takes a lot of these.

Seven weeks old.

Memphis represent!

Hiccup face.

Grumpy face.

My little doll.

Kittens and bows.

Creepy cat.

6 and a half weeks.

Stacy made Iris a hat & blanket.

I loved it so much, she made me one too.

Our not-so-successful attempt at a matching hats pic.

Holy bed head.

This hair has a mind of its own.

Cute booty.

Iris meeting Bev.

Watching the game with Cousin Cole.

First road trip.

First Thanksgiving, with Poppy.

Too much turkey.

Damn straight. (six weeks)

Scrap booking.

Curly hair.

Lazy Sunday morning.

Outing to Lights of the Ozarks.

Dressed by Daddy.

Big cat, little lady.

Sleep stealer.

One month old with Mom (and her awesome sweatshirt)

My oh my, how fast that month went by!

Even though I had wanted nothing more than to deliver that baby, this was not the way I wanted it to happen. I started crying, mostly at the thought that something could be wrong. However, as soon as I was hooked up to the fancy machine upstairs, Iris started dancing around like usual. We passed the test within 10 minutes. Apparently Iris had just been sleeping before. Phew!

We left the hospital feeling a little jolted, but with a choice to make. We could induce labor on Monday, October 17th or Thursday, October 20th. Even though the doctor “preferred” the earlier date, we thought long and hard and decided on the later option in hopes that my body would be more prepared for a natural delivery. If I could avoid a c-section, I would be happy (or so I thought).

The next morning was a Friday, so I called my doctor and made it official before the weekend – “October 20th, please!” It felt really bizarre to make that phone call. It was like placing a reservation for dinner, rather than a baby. Friday was a big day for another reason too. I was still working full time, despite being past my due date, and decided that it would be my last day at the office before I started maternity leave. I was feeling every day of being pregnant by that point, but little did I know I was also feeling the beginnings of labor too…

Despite how I was feeling, I didn’t rest after work that evening. I still wanted to do whatever I could to get my body progressed for labor. Todd and I met up with friends to eat hot wings (I stepped it up and got the spicy level of “Acid Rain”) and then made the long hike to Bud Walton Arena to watch the Razorback basketball team.

Apparently hot sauce and Mike Anderson were the winning combination.

At 5 o’clock the next morning I awoke to a strong abdominal pain, which I quickly realized wasn’t just a stomach ache. Wondering if this was what a contraction felt like, I moved from our bed to the couch as to not wake Todd. Timing the waves of pain with an iPhone app, I realized that these were indeed contractions and that they were instantly five minutes apart, lasting a full minute each. We had been told not to head to Labor and Delivery until the contractions were 5 to 8 minutes apart for at least two hours, so I laid there timing them until about 7:30 am. At that point I woke up Todd and told him we should probably head to the hospital. He had his doubts. I think my mistake was not waking him in the first place, so he had no idea how intense or frequent my pain had been. I had my doubts too. “Surely this is just the beginning of labor and we’ll be sent home, right?” I thought. I grabbed my bags just in case.

Thankfully we live about five minutes away from the hospital, but as soon as we walked through the doors of Labor & Delivery, I burst into tears. They immediately got me situated so that they could check to see how far I had progressed. The doctor on call informed me I was already dilated to a SIX and fully effaced! That’s a major jump for just two hours of contractions. In a way I felt relieved because the entire time I was thinking, if these are just the beginning contractions, I don’t want to know what the real deal feels like. “Well, you’re having a baby today,” the doctor said. Cue tears again. Then cue the freak out after I asked if I would have time for an epidural. Maybe, the nurse said. MAYBE?!

I had progressed so fast that they guessed we would have the baby by noon (and it was almost 9:00 am at that point). I had to get into a room and receive an IV before I could have an epidural. Thankfully the sweet angel nurses hurried me into my own suite and got me situated right away. About an hour later I met my new best friend, the anesthesiologist. I hadn’t thought much about it leading up to delivery and I’m not scared of needles, so getting the epidural was actually no big deal. The hardest part was staying still through contractions, but other than that it didn’t really hurt and I immediately felt the benefits. “How do you feel?” asked the nurse. Pretty good, I responded. “Okay, great because you just had a huge contraction.” I had no idea. I instantly felt better about what was ahead.

As great as I felt, the epidural ended up being one of the best and worst things for me. One of the issues was that it slowed down my labor, so they had to start me on Pitocin to increase the contractions. It still took a while. Noon came and went, but finally at around 5 o’clock I was fully dilated to a ten and ready to start pushing. Unfortunately, that’s where another issue with the epidural came into play. My fear was that maybe it wouldn’t work and I would still feel pain, but I had the opposite problem – it worked too well. I pushed for two full hours with little progression. I couldn’t feel a thing, which hindered me in being able to tell what was working and what wasn’t. After two long, very hard hours, they decided to let me rest for a while. During the entire labor my face had been burning up and my entire body wouldn’t stop shaking. I was told that both of these were completely normal, but still – none of it was pleasant. Waiting an hour, chewing on ice chips (I hadn’t eaten anything since the hot wings the night before) was dreadful, but I needed the rest. Because my face was so hot and red, they checked my temperature and I had a very slight fever, so they treated me with antibiotics and Tylenol. At the time, I didn’t realize the implications this would hold.

Finally, about an hour later the doctor came in and we started pushing again. I have a sneaking suspicion that they turned down my epidural without telling me because this time I could feel pressure, but thankfully still no pain. The difference was immediate. The doctor sat with me for the next 45 minutes as I worked the baby further down. I’m pretty sure I was just a few pushes away from them suggesting a c-section, but the doctor didn’t give up on me and at 9:12 pm Iris Adella Gill was born.

She came out crying and giving a high five, as the doctor called it. Her hand was up by her head, which was probably another reason I had so much trouble. And speaking of her head, everyone immediately started talking about all of the hair she had. I couldn’t believe it either (for all of you who have heard that lots of hair leads to lots of heartburn during pregnancy, I never had any). They immediately put her on my chest and I said hello to my sweet baby girl. I think I asked a million times if she was healthy. My mom and Todd had been in the room for the delivery and reassured me that she was as perfect as she could be.

They were right. All nine pounds and fourteen ounces of her. When the nurse read the weight out loud, I was shocked. I always thought she would be big, but I didn’t anticipate her being just shy of ten pounds and 21 1/4inches long. Once they got us both all cleaned up, I nursed her for the first time before the guests from the waiting room came in to meet her.

It wasn’t long before the nurses were back in the room, needing to take Iris to the nursery to get poked and prodded. Todd and I probably should have used that time to rest, but it was impossible. As exhausted as we were, the excitement that we actually had our very own little baby was just too much. They brought her back in, wrapped up tight like a burrito and we maybe got about half an hour of sleep that night. I kept checking on her, making sure she was breathing (I’ve been assured that this is a new mom thing and completely normal).

The morning came quick, as did the pediatrician to go over everything with us. Expecting to hear all good things (she was perfectly healthy after all), I was not prepared for what the doctor had to say. Because I had been treated for a fever during labor, they wanted to treat Iris too – for SIX days. They already started giving her antibiotics with an IV attached to her tiny little hand. Saddest thing ever. When I realized that I would most likely be discharged withOUT my baby, I lost it. There was no way I was leaving that hospital without her. I would camp out in the lobby if I had to.

Thankfully, it never came to that. Iris was able to see two other pediatricians who both agreed that there was no reason to treat her any further. Apparently if you have a fever during labor, it could be caused by a uterine infection, which could potentially be transmitted to the baby. I never had an infection and just barely had a fever. Three hours of pushing and a 10 pound baby will do that to ya. Turns out, the first pediatrician was brand new and known for being overly cautious. By the time Iris was cleared, she had to stay one extra night. I still had to check out of my room, but they let Todd and I stay in a parent-child room right next to the nursery. As grateful as we were to not have to sleep in the lobby, the room was a serious downgrade from my earlier suite. We’re pretty sure they cleaned out the nurses’ secret nap room for us. It was tiny, with one twin bed and only one small window, which looked into the nursery (where the lights are always on). They told us not to take Iris on one side of the room because it was too close to the exit and an alarm might sound. Too bad that was the side of the room with the BED. The bathroom was dirty, the lights didn’t work, and the television was unwatchable. But we got to be with our baby, so it was all worth it.

I have never wanted to go home so bad in my life and after three nights, we were finally able to do so. Since I had already been discharged, I didn’t get the traditional wheel chair ride to the car, which as silly as it was, I was a little bummed about. The ride home still seems like a very bumpy blur, as were the next few days. The recovery for me was a lot worse than the labor and delivery, but I had a beautiful, healthy baby that made any amount of discomfort seem like an afterthought.

Everything in our lives shifted. There’s life before Iris, and life as it is now. Sleep deprived, yes. But it’s true what they say – I never knew a love like this existed. It’s a love that, despite being so big already, continues to grow with each smile and each fart (we receive plenty of both). I literally just stare at her and wonder how I can love something so much.

Iris Adella, you may be tiny, but you are my world.

At one month old, she often seems older than she really is. Maybe it’s the full helmet of hair. Maybe it’s her size. Maybe it’s that she’s already smiling a TON and lifting her head for long periods of time. She seems super strong and she’s always super hungry. Recently that’s come with some super fuss too. We aren’t very close to having a schedule yet, but I’ve been lucky to sleep for three to four hours straight at night fairly often.

I’m in the midst of writing about her birth, so that will come soon. But for now, let me share some photos from the past couple of weeks…

Here we are on her one month birthday.

Silly girl, silly dad.

We’ve been loving the autumn weather.

It’s perfect for snuggles.

And kisses. Lots of them.

I love that my life now includes finding tiny socks on the floor.

Iris hated sponge baths, but now likes the real thing.

And our cat likes to help out.

While Grandma likes to tuck in her pants like Steve Urkle.

She had her first nap in the crib (she sleeps in a bassinet in our room for now).

She had visitors from out of town. Lots of them, with lots of love.

I told you she likes to eat.

At three weeks she was already fitting into some of her three month clothes.

Thank god she doesn’t mind playing dress up.

She met her new friend, Rosalyn.
And slept through the whole thing.

We often have story time with Goodnight Moon (my favorite from when I was little).

And every night dad sings her songs.

Despite being home almost 24/7 (and awake for the majority of it), I have zero time to blog. The times that I do have, I’m busy trying to catch a nap or scarfing down food while I can. All other moments are spent with my sweet baby girl and away from my laptop. I’m so behind on everything (why didn’t someone tell me that Zooey Deschanel and Ben Gibbard broke up?!) and I’m lucky if I ever get dressed for the day.

I wouldn’t change a single moment of it though. Iris’ first weeks have been incredible and are already going by way too fast. Here are a few noteworthy things and my favorite moments…

● She’s been to the doctor twice, for a 1 week & 2 week check up.

At the first visit, she had only lost 3 ounces, which we were told is excellent for a newborn since she could lose up to 10% of her body weight in the first week. By her next visit she was past her birth weight at 10 pounds, 2 ounces. Baby girl likes to eat. She’s in the 97th percentile for body weight, 90th percentile for height, and 75th percentile for head circumference.

● She loves her hands. Her favorite is to touch her face and she already twirls her hair (can you blame her?). It’s funny because when we did our 3D ultrasound, she had her hands on her face almost the entire time.

● She makes the sweetest sounds when she’s sleeping.

● Her first public appearance was to, where else? Target.

● She had a lovely weekend visit with my dad, her Grandpa Don.

● She had a play date with Seger (while I had a play date with Taylor)

● We get the morning started with music. This time it was Al Green.

● And we play dress up all day.

● She doesn’t mind baths, but hates having her hair washed.

● But I love washing her hair because it turns into CURLS!

● During tummy time she tries her hardest to crawl away.

● She loves her Aunt Katie.

● She popped her first wheelie on our family walk.

● She’s made it through two Razorback football wins.

● I had my own win: my first beer since January!

● For her first Halloween, she was a banana with her dad.

● Rosalyn, her new BFF, was born just two weeks after Iris. How perfect is that?

● Mostly though, she made us smile. Over and over.

Well, she’s here and more amazing than anything we could have ever imagined. In this week and a half since she was born, all I’ve wanted to do is hold her, snuggle her, and kiss her, which leaves very little time to blog. But while she’s snoozing away in her swing, I thought I’d try to get a quick update in. When I have a little bit more time, I’ll write about her birth and how things have been going, but for now here are some photos of our sweet, sweet Iris.

You can also visit her official birth announcement at irisadella.com
(yes, our baby already has a website).

My motherly instinct was right – she’s a biggie!
And we are so in love with every tiny chunk of her.

More pictures and details of the birth will come,
but for now we’re resting happy and healthy at home.

Thank you for following our journey…
It’s just begun.

Waiting. Wondering. Walking.

That’s what week 38 has been full of. I’m trying to wait patiently and savor these last few days before everything I’ve ever known completely changes. It’s tough though, because I spend most of my time wondering how things will go and what little Iris will be like. I’ve been trying to ‘get things going’ by walking whenever I can muster up some energy. Just putting on my sneakers is a task at this point. I’m hoping that I’ll get good news from the doctor this Thursday about how I’m progressing, but I wouldn’t be too surprised if things are exactly the same.

Last year during this time I was doing a different kind of counting down.
Counting down to my 30th birthday.

This year, instead of sitting in a bar…

or sitting in a… cow?

I could very well be sitting a hospital.
My oh my how things can change in a year!

Here’s how I’ve spent the rest of week 38 (in pictures).
Crossing off the last days of September.

Snuggling with my Sadie Pup.

Freezing bunches of burritos for easy meals when baby is here.

Watching the Razorbacks win.

Enjoying the fall weather.
(I can officially see my due date on the 10 day forecast.
And it looks right nice.)

With my next appointment in a few days, I’ll try to keep this thing updated but of course it depends on how everything plays out. Like mentioned in last week’s post, Twitter is probably the best way to keep up with me as I’m sure updating my blog won’t be my top priority if anything actually does ‘get goin.’

Till then…

As mentioned in the nursery post, we’ve received some really special handmade blankets for Iris. So special that they deserve their very own blog post.

Rainbows & Zig-zags

This hand stitched cozy was a gift from Leslie and Dustin at my baby shower. It received lots of “oohs & ahhs” from the ladies as I unwrapped it and then a collective “what?” when it was discovered that it wasn’t made by Leslie… but by her husband, Dustin. One of my most favorite shower moments (and gifts).

Pink Hearts

This sweet one is made by one of my oldest friends, Julia. We became like sisters back in kindergarten thanks to our parents. She now lives in Maryland, so she wasn’t able to make the shower, but sent this heart filled blanket for Miss Iris. I love knowing that my child will have something made by one of my childhood friends.

Snow White

Sweet, simple, and the softest blanket ever. Made by Todd’s great aunt Bobbie, we’re keeping this one on our nursery rocking chair for easy reach since I can already tell it’s good for cuddles.

Vintage Memories

This blanket here is extra, extra special and for several reasons. If you know me at all, you know that to this day I still sleep with a blanket of some sort with satin trim. It all started before I was born when my late great aunt Martha made me a blanket, identical to the one above. I was obsessed with it from the beginning, and then a little too late in life as well (here I am in fourth grade with it):

Sadly, I lost it long ago but one day I was antique shopping with Todd’s mom and found the exact same vintage fabric that my “blankey” was made of. I held on to it for the last five years and as soon as I knew we were having a baby, I enlisted my best pal Kerri to recreate it. I love that this blanket already holds memories of my own childhood, my great aunt, Todd’s mom, my best friend, and with many to come from Iris.

By Dorothy Delle

Last, but never least is a blanket given to us from my dad and made by one of my most favorite people in the entire world – my grandma. Actually, it was made years ago, way before Iris was even a thought in anyone’s mind. My grandma passed away shortly after we found out I was pregnant and played a part in choosing the name Iris Adella. Even though the blanket was made at least a decade ago, I just know she would be over the moon about it going to her great granddaughter.

As you know, one of my dear friends is due just a month behind me with a little girl. I was one of the shower hosts for her baby shower last weekend, but I can’t take credit for all the sweet, girly cuteness. Being so pregnant myself, I helped out with what I could and was amazed by how lovely everything turned out! The ladies really knew what they were doing. Here are a few photos that I snapped of Ginny Lauren’s (and baby Rosalyn Olivia’s) sweet shower…

It’s funny to look back to my May post of us and our “bellies.”
I can’t believe we thought we looked pregnant.

Now here we are – both getting so close!
I can’t wait till both of our little girls are here. Like I wrote in her card,
“Here’s to play dates, cocktails, & baby photo shoots. Duh.”

So tomorrow (Wednesday) my 36th week will be over and
do you know what that makes Iris?

A full term baby! That means she’ll be safe to come out and play,
but turns out… it might be a while.

This week was a busy one. Probably a bit too busy, but at least I had some fun. It was full of friends, football, family, and Ginny Lauren’s baby shower. It was also full of me complaining since I am still getting more uncomfortable by the day. I didn’t even think that was possible. Any time I was able to rest, I found myself counting strong Braxton Hicks contractions, sometimes as many as seven in an hour. So I thought SURELY I was making progress towards labor, but after my doctor’s visit this week, I found out otherwise.

The good news:
The doctor said that it looks like the baby has dropped and that she’s head down.

The bummer news:
I’m not dilated or effaced. (Nothing. Zero. Zilch.) Meaning, she’s most likely going to be cooking for a little while longer.

I know it’s still early (my due date is October 12), but I couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged. These last nine months have flown by, but imagining being this uncomfortable for another three weeks seems crazy. Anything can happen though, so at this point I’m just embracing it and relaxing as much as possible till the big day.

Our nursery was featured on the Australian baby/kids blog, Baby Space

Baby gifts keep arriving!
This sweet one is Flora & Henri

Yep. I’m pregnant.
I carry waffles & syrup in my purse these days.

Ginny Lauren’s amazingly sweet baby shower.

Animals in the nursery

One of Sadie Pup & me just for fun.

Well… settle on in folks, it looks like we have at least a couple more weeks of blog posts. If there are any miraculous changes, I’ll be updating on Twitter, so feel free to follow me there.