I really want to get back to blogging again.  We have a lot of stuff going on now with our family and it would be awesome to start documenting it once again.  Most recently, we have become sports parents. Neither one of us played sports growing up, but now we have both of our kids involved in sports.  Corban is on a 5yr old soccer team with our local YMCA, and Asher is on a 3-4yr old t-ball team.  So far, they both absolutely love it.  

After we got them registered, we got an email from the sports director stating that due to the overwhelming interest in youth sports this year, they were extremely short on volunteer coaches.  They were asking (pretty much begging) parents to step up to the plate and volunteer to coach their child’s team. After talking to Lori, we decided that I would volunteer to coach Corban’s soccer team.  Yes, I have no soccer experience, no organized sports experience and certainly no coaching experience. But who cares?!  It’s beginning soccer.  Surely at this age, it can’t be that hard.  

So far, it hasn’t been that bad.  I’m just dealing with short attention spans right now and of course inexperience.  But I think the kids are having fun.  And that’s really all that matters at this age.  Teach them the fundamentals of the game and of being on a team, make sure they have fun, and the experience will come with time.

Both kids had their first games this past Saturday.  We were pleasantly surprised at how well they both went, considering they each only had two practices under their belts.  I’ll have to get some pictures of from both of the games.  Man, those little t-ballers…..how freaking cute they are! They look like miniature baseball players.  

Well, yesterday morning while we were at the birthing center waiting to see Lori’s midwife for our 2 week post natal appointment, Lori got a call from our pediatrician. He called to let us know that Asher’s labwork results came back from the metabolic geneticist and they were perfectly normal! He DOES NOT have galactosemia!! Thank God!

I am very happy to say that he’s is a perfectly healthy baby and Lori is once again breastfeeding him. Everything is good with the world once more.

What a huge relief.

Last week, we got a phone call from our midwife informing us that our baby’s newborn screening bloodwork came back showing a positive for galactosemia.

Galactosemia is a condition in which the body is unable to use (metabolize) the simple sugar galactose.

This isn’t the same thing as being lactose intolerant.  This is worse.  It is also a fairly rare condition, only affecting 1 in 60,000 births.  Basically, if people with this condition take in any dairy products, the galactose builds up in their system, causing problems with liver, kidneys, brain and eyes.  It’s to be taken very seriously.

The moment our midwife called, Lori was to stop breastfeeding immediately.  Of course, this crushed her.  That is one of the things that she is supposed to do is being able to nurture our children as long as she can by breastfeeding, and now she’s being told that the very thing that is supposed to give our baby life, may now harm him.

The good news is that there’s a pretty decent chance that the test could have been a false positive. The test has been known to produce false positives, especially in the summer months when the temperature is pretty high.  I guess the enzyme that they test for is very susceptible to heat and can therefore cause the test results to appear as though they are positive, when in fact they aren’t.  The thing that we’re holding onto is the fact that I noticed that the traveling nurse, who is associated with the birthing center, made a house call for our 3-day checkup, she appeared to be pretty hot and sweaty when she arrived at our door.  I’m hoping that her car maybe didn’t have air conditioning and that the blood sample ended up getting compromised in transit that day.

We had to take Asher into the pediatrician the very next day to have his screening done again.  In addition to that, we had to take him to a lab to have a vile of blood drawn for the local metabolic geneticist to process, in the event that this does end up being a true positive result.  We’re praying that this was all for not and that he’ll be just fine.

For all intents and purposes, he appears to be in good health, even before we switched him last week from breast milk to soy milk.  Some of the symptoms associated with the condition are vomiting, lethargy, failure to thrive, trouble feeding, diarrhea, irritability, poor weight gain and convulsions.  He has had none of those symptoms.  In fact, his pediatrician said he appeared to be in really good health.  So that either means that it is a false positive, or if he does have the condition, he’s on the low end of it.

If it turns out, which I’m confident it won’t, that he has this, we’ll have to watch his diet very closely.  He’ll never be able to consume any dairy products, whatsoever.  The good thing is that in this day and age, there are plenty of dietary alternatives out there for people with conditions such as this.

We’ll find out some time this week what the results of his bloodwork are.  We’re just ready for our life to return back to mommy nourishing him instead of store-bought formula.

Monday night (August 2nd) right before midnight, Lori started having contractions that she thought warranted some attention.  At this point in the pregnancy, she was, according to the charts, a week and 3 days overdue.  She was ready to get that baby out, especially with the 100+ degree days that we’ve been having.  So we called the birthing center (we were doing the all natural route) and the on call midwife suggested that we come in.  By the time we got around to it and got there, it was 1:35AM.  She was having contractions 3 minutes apart at that point.  She was handling them like a champ too.  Perfect mind control and beautiful breathing pattern.  She was a natural! 

We got in, had her vitals taken, got into the room that we’d be using (which looks like a real nice bed and breakfast) and the midwife said Lori was at a 3 1/2, so it might be a little while still.  She left the room, telling us to just let us do our thing.  Lori was totally in control of what was going on with her body.  It was amazing.  Around 2:30, Vicki, the midwife, came back in to check on us.  Everything seemed to be about the same as far as how frequent the contractions were coming, although, Lori said they felt like they were getting a little bit more intense.  With her eye on the natural birth prize, she kept on doing her thing.  Vicki left again and told us to buzz her if anything substantial changed. 

About 15 minutes after that, Lori was in the bathroom doing bathroom business and she told me all of the sudden that she needed to push.  I buzzed Vicki and when she got there, she told Lori that she wanted her to try and get up and get over to the bed.  Lori wasn’t sure if she’d be able to.  But finally, she got a 5 second reprieve and we helped her over to the bed.  Vicki checked to see how dilated she was and said “Oh! He’s here.  Go ahead and start pushing!” 

He was born 3 pushes later at 3:02AM.  I was in utter amazement at the whole thing.  Lori made it look SO easy.  This was her first completely natural childbirth and she made it look like she had done it 10 times before.  It was incredible!! 

So here are a couple of pictures that we took shortly afterwards.  The picture of the 3 of us was taken about 30 minutes after he was born.  Lori did NOT do anything to clean herself up or try to make herself look more presentable.  She was just glowing naturally!  Heck, I look more tired than she did.  And I think I literally broke more of a sweat than she did.  The other picture is Lori’s mother holding Asher. 

I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect partner to experience this with.  She made childbirth everything that I wanted my wife to make it.  She experienced something phenomenal and empowering.  It’s hard for me to even put into words how moved I was by this whole thing. 

We had Asher at 3AM and we were back home 8 hours later.  I have to say, the birthing center experience was a thousand times better than the hospital experience we had last time.  Don’t get me wrong, the people we dealt with last time were nice, but the general feeling in a hurried hospital just seemed a little robotic.  With the birthing center, we truly felt like we were dealing with family.  We weren’t rushed during the prenatal appointments or even during the delivering and post pardum.  It was simply awesome!!  I can’t say enough good things about it.

 This is probably our last kid to have, but IF we ever have another one, we’ll be back with the birthing center.  How could we not? 

I’m still in shock that we have a new baby now.  He’s doing great and Lori is too.  It couldn’t be more perfect.  We’ll be taking some really good pictures in the next few days so I’ll send some when Lori gets them done and edited.  Until then, these two will have to suffice.

Lori is now 38 1/2 weeks pregnant. Not too much longer till her due date. However, I don’t think that she’ll make it that long. There have been a bunch of signs pointing to the fact that she’s pretty close now. I won’t get into all the descriptions of said signs, just know that things are progressing along.

At this point in the pregnancy, I am getting pretty excited about her having the baby. But, at the same time, I’m getting nervous like I was two years ago when she was getting ready to have Corban. I’m panicking a little inside, feeling like I don’t know how we’re going to do it. I know that once we get this new one home and get a few days under our belts, it’ll be old hat again.

I’m not looking forward to the sleepless nights again. Sure, Lori will be more tired than I will since she’s going to be breastfeeding, but with him being in our room for a while, I’m sure that the quality of my sleep is not going to be very good. No, I’m not complaining, just saying that I’m not looking forward to it. I’ll be ready to get that part of it behind us.

And here’s to hoping that we get a good sleeper this time. It was brutal with Corban, not sleeping through the night until he was almost 11 months old. I hope we don’t have to go through that this time.

We won’t know anything until this next little one is born. I’m ready to get the show on the road!

BOY!

We had our ultrasound on Friday and the baby looked good!  I made a card and had the tech write in it what we were having.  We then took it to Round Rock Bakery and had them make a cake in which the filling was either blue or pink depending on what the baby was.

Saturday, we had a few friends over to celebrate my early birthday and the great cutting of the cake.  When we sliced it open, it was blue!

Here are a few pictures from the great event.

What will it be?

Our little family

Cutting the cake

I see blue! It's a boy!!!

Eric had to cut both ends of the cake, just to make sure!

Friends of ours have been trying to adopt a baby for several years now.  On Monday, they received the good news that they had been chosen.  On June 14th, a baby boy will be born and (hopefully) will be home with our friends a few weeks later.

I’m praying that the mom will go through with this adoption and our friends will have a baby that they’ve always wanted.  I only wish that more women out there would be less selfish and give their babies to good homes.  SO many babies are not well taken care of and deserve better.