Thursday, December 1, 2011

baking bread

Not to toot my own horn, but TOOT TOOT! I made this bread. Yep, baked it entirely from scratch (well I didn't mill my own flour). Isn't it gorgeous? You want to know what is even better? It was so easy. Seriously the easiest bread I've ever made.

I'm pretty sure I'm the last person in the world to discover this recipe, but I'm going to share it anyway. It's the NY Times No Knead Bread and it's pretty no fail.
Basically you mix:

3 cups of flour
1/3 tsp active yeast (recipe calls for 1/4 tsp instant yeast)
1 1/4 tsp salt

Then you stir in
1 5/8 cup water
and mix it all up and pop it in a bowl. The recipe says to let it rise for 18+ hours, but I started it super late and only let it rise for 4 (stuff does rise faster at a high altitude). When it gets all bubbly you know it's risen enough. Then you dust it with more flour, fold it like an envelope and pop it in a bowl to rise some more (I let it rise an hour). Preheat your oven AND your pan and then I baked it at 450 degrees for 30 minutes, then take the lid off and bake until it's nice and brown.
The key is baking it in a closed container. I used my le creuset - you want to make sure that whatever you use has a lid and can stand up to the high heat.
Voila! It was seriously the easiest thing I've ever baked and it tasted amazing!!

Friday, November 25, 2011

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Prematurity Awareness

Today more than 1,400 babies in the United States (1 in 8) will be born prematurely. Many will be too small and too sick to go home. Instead, they face weeks or even months in the newborn intensive care unit (NICU). These babies face an increased risk of serious medical complications and death; however, most, eventually, will go home.

But what does the future hold for these babies? Many survivors grow up healthy; others aren't so lucky. Even the best of care cannot always spare a premature baby from lasting disabilities such as cerebral palsy; mental retardation and learning problems; chronic lung disease; and vision and hearing problems. Half of all neurological disabilities in children are related to premature birth.

Although doctors have made tremendous advances in caring for babies born too small and too soon, we need to find out how to prevent preterm birth from happening in the first place. Despite decades of research, scientists have not yet developed effective ways to help prevent premature delivery.

In fact, the rate of premature birth increased by more than 20 percent between 1990 and 2006. This trend and the dynamics underlying it underscore the critical importance and timeliness of the March of Dimes Prematurity Campaign. The rate fell to 12.3 percent in 2008 from 12.7 in 2007, a small but statistically significant decrease.

We were one of the lucky ones. Our baby came home and has thrived despite her early and tumultuous beginning. Every day I'm reminded of the fear of having a high risk pregnancy and a baby born too soon. Even looking at my full-term miracle reminds me of how hard Emma fought and how lucky we are to have her.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

3 months!

Quinn is a quarter year old today!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!

I didn't get a single picture of the girls together :(

Friday, October 28, 2011


Three has been a hard year, three and a half is REALLY hard. Our girl is full of sass and a whole lotta attitude. It snowed this week, we knew it was coming and Emma asked if she could stay up until it snowed. I told her no since I didn't know when it was going to actually start snowing. So instead of waiting up, she woke up early and sneaked out of the house with only a tank top, leggings and boots on. (random note... I keep using the word "snuck," which spell check tells me isn't really a word, but "sneaked" is, so that's why I'm using it) SHE SNEAKED OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! Thank goodness she went out the back door so none of the neighbors saw her and called the police. She then came upstairs and told me what she did.
I may not survive her teen years.

and if this picture is any indication her father won't survive her teen years either

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sisterly love

In case you can't hear it, she says "I'm so happy that you're here. Mom wouldn't have had a baby without you."

YouTube Video

YouTube Video

Sunday, October 16, 2011


We've been enjoying the gorgeous fall weather in Colorado and trying to pack as much fun into my last few weeks of maternity leave.

I'm interested to see how different the girls will be when they're older - right now they seem worlds apart, but I also know that a lot of that difference is their ages.

This one is pure sass. You never know if you're going to get a smile

or a glare

she rolls her eyes a lot, she might have learned that from me

but she's as fun as they come

and an awesome big sister!

This one is exploding with smiles

she's sweet and calm

she loves to just take it all in.

She also has some scrumptious cheeks - I spend a lot of time nibbling on them!

Thursday, September 29, 2011


This morning Quinn was smiling at Emma and I commented to her how much Quinn loved her big sister. Emma replied "I know, that's why you went to the hospital to have her, so we could love each other!"
Yes it is :)

Monday, September 26, 2011


I finally managed to catch Quinn's smile on camera!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

birth story

In case anyone is interested in the details of how it all went down. A small note - I went into this with basically no "birth plan." My only goals were to have a healthy baby with Jamie in attendance. I didn't know if I wanted drugs or not, there wasn't special music I wanted played. I had no "wants" other than to just have a baby and not only did the experience meet my expectations, it greatly surpassed them. It went as well as I ever could have hoped and I truly loved my delivery.

We were told to call the hospital at 6:30pm on Friday night to be told when we could be admitted. When I called the nurse told me that I was 3rd of 3 inductions and they were pretty busy and didn’t know when they would fit me in, but if I hadn’t heard from them by 9 to call them. I was bummed, but also knew that I didn’t have any control over it. We went home to watch a movie, but the phone rang at 7:30 and they called to let me know that I could come in!!

We checked in and got “comfortable” in our room. My nurse started the first round of cytotec (teeny tiny pill) at 9pm and I was 1cm and my cervix was pretty far back. A friend brought pinkberry for us and I didn’t even ask the nurse if I could have it, I just dug in. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to be eating, but she looked the other way and let me enjoy it. They gave me morphine to help me sleep, which was nice because the L&D beds are not for sleeping. I got another dose of cytotec at 1am, and I was still 1cm and far back, then another at 5am, still 1cm. At this point I was pretty discouraged and felt like I made a horrible decision to be induced and that my body just wasn’t ready for it. I went back to sleep and at 7:30 the nurse came in and told me to eat breakfast and take a shower and then my doctor would be there for the day. My doc came in and was super excited and chipper, the exact opposite of how I was feeling. She checked me again and I was 2-3cm and my bag of water was bulging. She had me finish eating and shower and said she’d be back to break my water. At 9:30 she came back, quickly broke my water and I got up to start walking. We made it down the hall okay, but about 15 minutes later the contractions were so bad I could barely breathe and we turned around to come back to the room. By the time we got back to the room I couldn’t even breathe through them and I felt like I was dying. I tried bouncing on the ball and it didn’t help. I got in the tub and it didn’t help either so I told the nurse I was ready for my epidural. She hooked me up to IV fluids and took her sweet time calling anesthesiology. I was on my back in the tub and was losing it. My contractions were so painful and close together that I couldn’t even remember how to breathe, my head totally was gone. I kept asking Jamie where the anesthesiologist was because it was taking so long. We finally got me out of the tub and into the bed and I was a mess. I was wet and hot and thrashing around the bed like a possessed woman. I have never felt such pain, it was so horrible. The only comfortable position was curled on my side and my nurse wanted me on my back to monitor the baby. I’m pretty sure that the words that came out of my mouth weren’t nice.

At 12pm anesthesiology finally got there and got my epi in. I was MUCH happier. I think I told the doctor that I love him J They checked me again and I was 5cm. The doc left and I promptly fell asleep. I dozed on off for a while and we got kind of bored so we decided to start a movie. The nurse came in at 1:30 and decided to check me again – I was 10cm! It only took me 1.5 hours to go from 5-10!

I started pushing a little after 2, my doctor came around 2:30 and things got more serious. It was kind of surreal. With Emma’s birth there were so many people in the delivery room and people walking in and out – it wasn’t peaceful at all. With Quinn there were only ever 2-4 people (besides myself) in there and everyone was focused on me, it was quiet and really lovely. Everyone kept commenting on how much hair the baby had and between contractions my nurse and doctor were playing with it, it was kind of funny.

After about an hour of pushing and her not getting past my pelvic bone I was once again very frustrated and kept asking at what point do they decide I can’t do it and a c/s is in order. My nurse told me that she was in my pelvic cavity and was coming out vaginally regardless, so I better just get her out. I think enough of my epi finally wore off and pushing clicked and we made some progress. She came past my pelvic bone and her head came out. At this point my urge to push was lasting between contractions so I kept pushing even though my body wasn’t contracting. My doctor was wearing reflective glasses and I was actually able to see most of the delivery reflected back at me. I continued to push and my doctor asked me to stop. I waited a second and she told me to laugh really hard – I did, and out Quinn came – I “laughed” my baby out. She went right onto my chest , it was amazing. Everyone was crying and I was laughing too and it was the best feeling I could possibly imagine. So different than Emma’s birth and everything I could have hoped for and more.

When she came out everyone commented on how big she was – my doctor guessed 8+ pounds, but she weighed in at 6lbs 15oz. I only tore a tiny bit, which was great. Jamie did an awesome job and was right there in the thick of it. He kept looking at her being born and kind of freaking out, but would never stop looking. It was so peaceful and perfect and I really couldn’t have asked for a better delivery. My doctor, nurse and Jamie really went above and beyond to make sure that it was happy and positive and I’m really thankful for that J

Monday, September 12, 2011


It's like I blinked my eyes and a month passed. Holy cow, having 2 kids is a lot of work!
The girls are doing great. Quinn grows every day and it's bittersweet to watch. Emma is a marvelous big sister, she's a natural! Every time Quinn cries, Emma offers her a pacifier or sings to her - "don't worry, sister is right here..." and calms her right down. The sleep isn't great, but we're definitely enjoying life as a family of 4.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

More Pics

Emma would like to introduce...

Her sister Quinn Katherine. She joined us yesterday, August 6, 2011, at 3:25pm. She weighs 6lbs 15oz and is 19.75 inches tall.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

That's my daughter

Daughter - Loudon Wainwright III

Everything she sees

she says she wants.
Everything she wants
I see she gets.

That's my daughter in the water
everything she owns I bought her
Everything she owns.
That's my daughter in the water,
everything she knows I taught her.
Everything she knows.

Everything I say
she takes to heart.
Everything she takes
she takes apart.

That's my daughter in the water
every time she fell I caught her.
Every time she fell.
That's my daughter in the water,
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I lost every time I fought her.
Yea, I lost every time.

Every time she blinks
she strikes somebody blind.
Everything she thinks
blows her tiny mind.
That's my daughter in the water,
who'd have ever thought her?
Who'd have ever thought?
That's my daughter in the water,
I lost everytime I fought her
Yea, I lost every time.

Jamie and I have been singing this song a lot lately - it definitely rings true at our house. It's amazing to me that in just a short while we'll have TWO daughters. As the end draws near it's becoming so real. I alternate between being so excited to meet our new little girl and having an absolute freak out at the thought of having a newborn. I am ready for her to join our family and to start working toward our new version of normal, but at the same time I worry as well. I worry about Emma and how she'll handle this. Thinking about her losing her only child status makes me cry - I know she's going to be an amazing big sister, but I know that it's a big change and I worry about her. I worry that I have no idea what to do with a newborn - Emma came home on a schedule and even though she had many newborn tendencies, it wasn't the same. There was no constant feeding, no umbilical cord cleaning, no changing diapers 40 times a day, no physical recovery for me while trying to care for a baby. It scares me.
But I'm so excited to have a new addition to our family one - a tiny, scrunchy, soft little one. I'm excited to have my body back - to be able to sleep on my stomach and get out of bed without grunting, to be able to wear shoes again. To say I'm uncomfortable is an understatement, but the end is in sight and I'm both embracing it and have my heels in the sand trying to stop it from happening.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Emma could most definitely be classified as a hoarder - she just collect things as she goes and refuses to get rid of them.
Tonight I took a picture of her in bed - this is actually pretty light compared to some nights. There are no boxes or larger toys or measuring sticks. Just animals and blankets mostly.

Monday, July 18, 2011

This is what full term looks like!


I woke up this morning with a giant smile on my face and then promptly burst into tears. I feel so lucky to have made it this far, and I know that it is luck, not anything I did differently this time around.
At my appointment last week the girl was estimated to weigh 6lbs 2oz - over twice what Emma weighed and almost a pound more than she weighed when she came home from the hospital at 37 weeks. I had been feeling pretty good, but I overdid it yesterday and am paying for it today, but it's my own fault.
Can't believe we'll be meeting our baby girl in the next 3 weeks!!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Can't keep up

You'd think that with all the sitting around on my bum I do that I'd be able to blog, but darn it's hard!
I'm quickly approaching full-term, which is beyond awesome. I feel pretty good today (it varies), though my head is spinning when I think that baby girl will be here with us in less than a month!

Jamie took Emma camping a couple weeks ago (no, I did not go - I don't love to sleep on the ground and I certainly wasn't going to do it while very pregnant), and captured some great moments.