Photography

Maternity Photos (Part 1)

I think one of the best parts about being in the Little Rock area at the end of my pregnancy with Berend was that we were close (ish) to my sister Becki. She is a photographer in the Chattanooga area, and she has done both of my sisters’ maternity sessions. Since we lived in England when I was pregnant with Gerrit, she wasn’t able to shoot my maternity session then. When she said she would be able to drive over to do my maternity photos this time, we started coming up with ideas right away!

Becki and I were both interested in doing some lifestyle maternity photos. All of my photos from my first pregnancy were posed, so I thought lifestyle ones would be something fun and different. Here are a few of my favorites:

We also did some boudoir style photos and some milk bath photos. When I was pregnant with Gerrit, I didn’t want any photos of my exposed belly. I was a lot more self-conscious about my belly and my body as a whole then. But this time I was completely open to the idea, especially because this is probably our last pregnancy.

Thank you so much for the beautiful photos, Becki! You did such a great job with them. Check out Vander Warf Photography for more of her work, especially if you’re in the Chattanooga area.

 

Baby Update · Parenting

Berend: 1 Month

We survived the first month with two kids! I said it last time, and I’ll say it again: that first month is so long in some ways. I struggled with postpartum depression and anxiety again, and that just makes the days drag. Thankfully, Andrew had two weeks off of work, and my mom was here to help. I don’t know how I would have parented a 3-year-old and a newborn without them.

Age: 1 month on 15 June 2018
Weight: 10 lbs 12 oz
Height: 22.5″
Teeth: none
Clothing Size: 0-3 month and some 3 month 
Diaper Size: 
size 1 in disposable and newborn cloth diapers
Milestones: He can roll from his back to his side, and he can hold his head up during tummy time for a few seconds.

Likes: sleeping, nursing, watching Gerrit, being bounced on the birthing ball, baths (usually)

Dislikes: being overtired, gas, pooping, burping, the car seat (unless he’s asleep), the Moby wrap (unless he’s asleep)

Sleeping: Berend slept through most of his first month! He has done pretty well with sleeping swaddled in the bassinet for naps and at night, but he wakes to eat pretty regularly day and night (every 1.5-2 hours usually). I think the longest stretch of sleep we’ve ever gotten is 3 hours, and it’s definitely not a regular thing.

Berend is a very noisy sleeper. He grunts and squeaks and groans while he tries to poop or pass gas and sometimes even cries out in his sleep. Even after getting a white noise machine to help cover some of his sounds, it’s next to impossible to sleep through them. I have a hard time knowing if he’s waking up or just making noises in his sleep. My mom even said that he’s the noisiest baby she’s ever known!

Even though Berend doesn’t sleep long stretches yet, he does sleep quite a bit. He usually takes 1-2 hour naps throughout the day in the bassinet, which allows me to do things with Gerrit and get things done around the house (like cook dinner!). He also goes back down pretty quickly and easily at night after feedings. Sometimes it’s hard to get him to bed at night, and he does still have a late bedtime (between 10 and 11 usually), but I really can’t complain too much about his sleep so far.

Eating: Berend had no trouble latching in the hospital and stayed attached to my boob for a lot of his stay in the hospital. He continued to nurse well at home, although I had to wake him to eat every 2 hours for that first week. We only really struggled when my milk came in: I got very engorged and he struggled to latch, especially on the left side. Sometimes I had to skip the left side when trying to nurse and just nurse off the right side. Then I’d pump off an ounce or so from the left side and use cold washcloths to try to reduce the swelling. Thankfully my milk regulated within a week, so we went back to nursing one breast per feeding. I’ve done some very minor block feeding: if Berend isn’t taking a full feed, I stay on one breast for an hour before switching. 

By the end of the first month, Berend was nursing well (and gaining well… 4 lbs in one month!), and I wasn’t having to pump at all. He has not done any major cluster feeding at all. It seems like when he goes through growth spurts, he just lengthens his nursing sessions instead of increasing how often he wants to nurse. I’m hoping that continues, because I remember feeling like I was stuck on the couch for hours when Gerrit went through growth spurts!

Mommy Update: I had a hard time in the first few weeks postpartum again. The first few days home from the hospital, I would say it was more of the “baby blues”: I would get emotional over little things. I went to get Gerrit’s pajamas and nighttime diaper ready while he was in the bath, and I started crying comparing the difference between his size 5 diaper and Berend’s newborn diaper. I got very emotional about missing out on an event at the children’s museum that we were going to go to as a family too.

But when the anxiety started coming on heavy, I knew I was moving into PPD/PPA territory again. I was having a hard time sleeping, I wasn’t eating much, and I felt intense anxiety all day. My hands and feet felt tingly all day long from anxiety, and I felt very disconnected from everything. I was irritable with Gerrit, everything seemed overwhelming, and I just wanted to run away and cry. When I woke up, I was almost shaking with anxiety about getting through the day. I felt anxious when I went to bed, worrying about how soon it would be before I had to get up with Berend. I was exhausted but could hardly sleep. The hardest thing was that I felt anxiety with Berend in the room with me, but I felt worse anxiety when I left him in the living room with Andrew or my mom to try to get uninterrupted sleep. I would just lay there, feeling my hands and feet tingle and my heart racing. It was pretty miserable.

I made an appointment with my PCM only a week after I had Berend. I knew I wasn’t going to feel any better if I couldn’t even calm down enough to sleep. We started increasing my medication, but I really didn’t feel a difference. I wanted to just go back to my pre-pregnancy dosage again. Once I was at my regular dose for a couple of weeks, the physical symptoms of anxiety started to subside. I was finally able to sleep! I started to feel like I could interact with Gerrit again. I felt affectionate toward Berend instead of just going through the motions of caring for him. I felt like myself again.

Physically, my body recovered quickly from this pregnancy. I was at my pre-pregnancy weight and back in non-maternity clothes the day Berend turned 2 weeks old. I was surprised by how much thinner my legs looked after I got home from the hospital! I didn’t feel like I had gotten that much bigger during pregnancy, but once the weight started coming off, I noticed my skin felt loose all over. Besides the cramping that came with the first couple of days postpartum, I really had no pain. I was able to just take Ibuprofen occasionally and didn’t even fill my prescription for stronger pain killers. Andrew even commented that it’s interesting how well my body handles recovering from pregnancy whereas my brain really struggles.

Memorable Events: Despite it being a difficult month, I made sure to take quite a few photos to remember our little guy as a newborn. I remembered how quickly Gerrit had grown and changed as a baby, and I knew Berend would change fast too.

Our hospital stay was brief, but it was way more relaxed than when we were in the hospital with Gerrit! We weren’t so anxious this time around and definitely just enjoyed our snuggles with our newest little boy. Andrew made sure to get in some skin-to-skin time with Berend as well as plenty of extra cuddles.

We came home to a super cute homemade sign from my mom and Gerrit:

Gerrit gave Berend a stuffed giraffe as a welcome present:

Gerrit and Berend in unintentional matching crab pajamas:

I’m so glad my mom got a full month with Berend! She was so helpful to all of us, and I know she loved all the newborn snuggles.

Berend’s first real bath:

Berend’s first cloth diaper (probably not put on very well haha):

Berend got to meet his Papa as well! My dad drove down to visit for a weekend, and Gerrit LOVED having him here!

It was quite a month! Highs and lows, lots of diapers, nursing around the clock, and adjusting to being a family of four. We’ve definitely had some growing pains, but we’re settling into our new normal.

A couple more from our 1 month photo shoot:

Berend, we are so happy you are a part of our family! We’re excited to watch your personality develop and to see you learn & grow. I know Gerrit can’t wait until you two can play together. We love you, little bear!

Baby Update · Daily living

Berend’s Birth Story

Gerrit’s birth story started the day I hit 37 weeks, and Berend’s story started the day I hit 38 weeks… weird! That’s about where the similarities end though.

The night before I went into labor, I was having a fair amount of cramping and lower back pain. I ate my late night snack on my birthing ball to try to get some relief, but eventually I decided to just try to go to bed in case things got going. I was able to get some sleep despite Gerrit waking around 1am and getting up to use the bathroom a couple of times. Gerrit came to my room around 8am and crawled into bed with me. Sometimes he falls back to sleep with me for awhile, and sometimes he just wants me to get up and get him breakfast. This was a morning that he fell back to sleep with me.
I couldn’t really get back to sleep with G in bed with me once I got to a certain point in my pregnancy, and as I was laying there with my not-so-much baby boy, I realized that I was having contractions. After about 40 minutes, I carefully grabbed my phone to start tracking contractions with an app I had downloaded while Gerrit slept. I realized that the contractions were actually fairly regular. They were coming roughly every 4 minutes and lasting at least a minute each time. When I realized this might be actual labor happening, I decided to take a picture of Gerrit snuggled up with me, knowing it could be our last photo together with him as an only child.

When Gerrit woke up, I helped him use the potty and get some underwear on, then went to the living room with him. We both got some cereal to eat, and I ate mine on my birthing ball as I kept tracking contractions. My mom later said that she knew these contractions were different because I couldn’t deal with Gerrit and the contractions at the same time. Around 9:30, after almost an hour of tracking contractions, I decided to text Andrew to come home and called my OB’s office to see if his nurse thought I should head to the hospital. The combination of being almost 4 cm dilated the week before and having regular contractions led to the nurse telling me to head to the hospital to get checked on the monitors at least.

So Andrew came home and started packing what he wanted to bring to the hospital. I was slowly putting in last minute items in my own bag. I decided I was doing okay enough to put on my “weekly picture dress” and get a quick 38 week photo between contractions before we left for the hospital.
We finally left the house just after 10am. I kept timing my contractions on the way to the hospital and just breathed through my contractions as best I could. When we arrived at the hospital, it took us awhile to actually get into the hospital. I had to stop and lean on Andrew for every contraction I had from the parking lot to the building. Andrew had offered to drop me off at the door, but I didn’t want to be by myself at that point.

We got to Labor & Delivery and found out that apparently everyone wanted to have a baby on May 15th. They didn’t know where to put me! I finally got checked into a triage room around 10:30.
By this point my contractions were getting more intense. I was sitting on the edge of the bed for them, except for when the nurse had to hook me up to the fetal monitor. Laying down was definitely not comfortable though. I feel like I waited in the room for a long time before they checked to see how far dilated I was. Around 11:20, I was checked and told I was 8 cm dilated already! I was definitely in pain, but I really didn’t think I would be that far into labor that quickly. About half an hour later, my water broke. It was the big gush like in the movies. I just remember saying, “My water… my water…”

Around 11:55, they moved me into a labor and delivery room. I can’t remember if I tried laboring anywhere but the bed once I got into the L&D room. I was tired, and  I ended up laying on my side in the bed. I had said I wanted to try using a birthing ball or a peanut ball, but when we tried the peanut ball, it hurt way too much. I’m guessing it was the SPD from pregnancy: having my legs that far apart just felt so painful.
At 12:05, about 10 minutes after my water broke, I was checked again, and I was 10 cm dilated. Despite me not wanting to lay on my back to push, the doctor insisted on it. I’m still a little irritated about that! It took me awhile to actually start pushing well. I feel like I went through the same thing with Gerrit: not realizing how hard I actually had to push to get anything accomplished! Andrew later told me that the baby’s heart rate was starting to drop every time I had a contraction, so they had to get me to push him out ASAP. He also said that when I really tried, I had the head out in 2 pushes. I ended up tearing a bit because Berend came so fast. Andrew was able to deliver our baby again, but the doctor had to unwrap the cord, which was wrapped twice around the neck.

At 12:34pm, our baby was born! I didn’t know if I had had a boy or a girl at first because the focus was on getting the cord unwrapped from the neck. Then Andrew announced that we had had another boy!
I honestly can’t remember what I was thinking or feeling as our baby was laid on my chest. I think I was surprised by all the dark hair actually! Gerrit surprised me by coming out blonde, so part of me was expecting another blondie to come out. My other thought was what we were going to name him. I was sure Andrew wasn’t going to go with my top choice, so I was trying to decided if our little boy looked like our name option.
One thing that just amazed me was seeing our little guy do the “breast crawl.” He was so alert and just focused on getting to the nipple to nurse. And once he got there, he just latched right on like it was his job!

We had at least an hour (but I’m pretty sure more) of skin-to-skin time in the delivery room before getting moved to a recovery room. It took them awhile to have a room ready for us on that end too. But I was more than happy to just lay in bed with our new baby! We also ordered lunch since I was starving.

Once we were in the recovery room, Andrew and I finally decided to talk about what to name our baby boy. We basically were down to two names: one that I really liked and one that we both kind of liked. Andrew told me that I should decide the name, since I had put the time and energy into finding something meaningful. So we agreed on Berend Glenn Kiel.

Berend is the Dutch form of Bernard, which was my grandpa’s name. He passed away last summer, and I really liked that we were honoring his memory with our baby’s name. Gerrit is also a Dutch name that I came across in my mom’s family tree, so I liked that our boys’ names “went together” in a sense. Glenn was Andrew’s grandpa’s name. We spent a lot of weekends at Andrew’s grandparents’ house and cottage while we were dating, and we have a lot of great memories there. Using both of our grandpas’ names for Berend seemed like a perfect fit.

A few hours after Berend was born, a huge storm tore through North Little Rock. All of a sudden the room got dark, and there was a torrential downpour of rain. We could hear it hailing outside, and then the power went out. It was in the mid 80s and humid that day, so it got warm in our room! I don’t think the power came back on until that evening.

Andrew had messaged my mom telling her that we were getting hit with a storm so they could hold off on driving down, but she and Gerrit were already on their way to see us. They had stopped at a store to buy a little gift for Berend, but the power went out while they were there. Stopping at least kept them out of the storm for a bit though!

Gerrit was interested in Berend when he arrived, but I think he was more excited to see us. He only wanted to hold Berend for a few seconds ha. My mom was more than happy to hold him though. 🙂 
So here we are, a family of four! Me with all my blue-eyed boys… a boy mom, just as I predicted. 

Berend was born on May 15th at 12:34pm weighing 6 lbs 15 oz and was 19.75″ long. I still can’t believe how fast labor and delivery happened: about 4.5 hours! He had dark hair and blue/gray eyes, and his face looked so much like Gerrit’s.

I’m so thankful I was able to experience labor naturally vs being induced. I would say that the contractions were still pretty intense, but I could feel them start and end unlike the contractions I had with Pitocin. And I feel like natural contractions progressed my labor more quickly too. It was such a different experience!