First Christmas, almost first year

Last year at this time I was laying on the couch wishing our neighbors dog would stop yapping, wishing I wasn't on bed rest, and wishing our baby would come soon!
This year I learned to appreciate Christmas so much more watching Hank enjoy it all! I can't believe our little boy is going to be one year old! I can't believe how amazingly sweet and silly his personality is. I love getting up everyday to his sweet smile, tiny hugs, and slimy kisses. I love that he is a boys boy who loves to growl and rough house with his dad. I love that he is also a mama's boy who likes to snuggle, hug, and kiss. I could sit all day and play with him and listen to his jibber jabber with little mums and dads thrown in to his talk.

Hank looking surprised that Santa came for his cookies, Hank stealing the last cookie, and Hank wearing his new hat from GG!

6 Months

I can't believe how fast six months has come and gone. In the midst of the first few months it was hard not to wish it would just speed up and past, but now I find myself wishing I could somehow freeze frame or pause things as Hank changes so quickly. Hank's sixth month has been so much fun, he now has four little teeth poking out on the top and bottom, loves sitting in his highchair for dinner with us, and has one of the most amazing little smiles. I love the way he tilts his head forward and raises his eyebrows as if whatever he has to babble at us is very important. He brings so much laughter and joy with his little rolls and dimples. I wish I had somehow kept a better record to look back on, but having a busy newborn sort of takes up any kind of blogging time!
This is Hanks first go at watermelon! Suffice it to say he loved it!

There and back again

Well, Hanks fussiness grew and grew over the last few weeks. We finally took him to the pediatrician, turns out he has reflux. A little Zantac three times a day and he is right as rain and what i consider normal baby fussy, much better than mom wants to throw the baby out the window fussy. Now this poor guy has an ear infection, seems like once we get one thing taken care of another one crops up. I suppose that is parenthood. He is growing in leaps to me! Already he is 12 pounds and he no longer seems like that tiny little thing we brought home with us four weeks ago. I wish I could say I had been enjoying the journey more, but I feel like I have just now started to get into the swing of things and it is time for me to go back to work. Still, I am looking forward to routine a little, I think it will be good for all of us. We had our taxes done by mr. goldflam again( what an experience he is!), and in tradition headed to Steve's for a cheesesteak after, here are my two favorite guys!

hank has a penchant for 2am cuddling and incessant eating. he just doesn't want to be put down. i was hoping for better results with his new rocking bassinet. too bad i forgot to buy batteries. oh well, here's hoping for tomorrow night. i have a whole new perspective on the things i tell my patients now! man was i ever naive about the levels of exhaustion one can reach. i am pretty sure the last time i was this tired was in college when i was stretching myself between two jobs and a full time course load. luckily, i can stay home instead of falling asleep in IHOPS. another bonus i didn't have then, a helpful husband! it is also helpful that i am not smoking and drinking a pot of coffee in order to stay up! much better for the health. who need caffeine when Hank is around! i am looking forward to the weekend so that Sean and i can take shifts and maybe catch up on some sleep. i am also looking forward to getting out of the apartment, walking around chesnut hill, and having a cup of starbucks coffee!

He has arrived!

well after all sorts of drama, PIH, inductions, blood pressure medications, etc... Little Hank Leland Bremner has arrived! January 17, 2009 at 4:55 pm. Weighing in at 8Lb 11 oz, and 21 1/2 inches long. He is the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. I know it may sound strange, but he has a remarkably perfect head, it is so cute. We are tucked in for the week, and enjoying the little guy!

almost 36 weeks

well i made it 16 more hours at work before they slapped me back on bed rest. there seems to be a great amount of confusion and disagreement with my doctors as to what they want done with me. instead they tell me to wait until such and such day, i show up expecting a plan, and am told to wait again. i suppose baby's can't be convenient or planned. so here i am, reasonably bored, trying to suppress the urge to clean the apartment from top to bottom!

3 and counting

Well bremner baby gave me quite a day yesterday! We had decided yesterday would be my last day to take the car because doing so leaves Sean in K.O.P. 46 minutes away with no way to get to me if I go into labor. I had planned my day accordingly, trying to fit in appointments at the OB, and salon to get my hair done, etc... Well i never made it past my first appointment of the day because the doctor sent me to triage with high blood pressures, and triage held me for about two hours, and of course Sean was stuck at work with no car to come be with me, and our families are so far away, and I had not packed a labor bag or bough diapers. You know, the things most girls get done like around 32 weeks to be ready. Luckily they let me leave, but now I am on bedrest til further notice. I am not a good bed rest candidate. Typical nurse, I ran strait to traget to buy diapers, and then got my hair done before commiting to bed for the next few days. So I am here, and I am bored already!

4 to go!

Well there are about four weeks left in this here pregnancy, but the consensus is that it will more than likely be two or three! I have tried my hardest to seize the moment, enjoy the here and now, etc... Then, aboot two or three weeks ago, I started mentally throwing in the towel. I am tired, my body is tired, bending, walking, sitting, working, and even sleeping seem to take a tremendous toll on me. Additionally, I find myself less than pleased to answer questions like, when are you due, are you sure you aren't having twins, what is it, what will you name it, are you sure you should be my nurse!?! As if, in the event I went into labor, I would just bail out and no one would step in to care for my patients. If I was just asked these things once a day I could manage, but every patient, family member, visitor, grocery store clerk, and even the cafeteria cashier asks them. I need a shirt that says, "Due date FEB 2, pretty darn sure it aint twins, we don't know the sex, and yes I am competent and able to take care of your every whim and need today!"
Now, back to seizing the moment, I am trying to still enjoy all the little kicks and rolls because I am sure that is a phenomena that I will miss when it is gone. And now to go to bed, after peeing once more just to try and stem off my first bathroom trip of the night!