We didn’t know if our beagle mutt, Lani, had any idea there was a baby growing inside of me. Well, it appears she may have had an inkling. When friends have brought their babies over in the past, Lani has been skittish and even barked at them. When we brought Otis home, Lani was totally mellow and curious and gentle. She likes to sniff his little head. She even slept in our room last night, although she was the only one that actually slept. Brad and I were laughing because we have a 4 bedroom house, yet Brad, Otis, Lani, and I were all cocooned in one room. Lani did emit a lone bark around 4am when Otis was screeching, but in all honesty I think we all wanted to bark by that point 🙂 All in all, it’s looking like Lani will be the perfect doggie sister.
Introducing Otis Tucker Moore!!!!!
Early Monday morning around 4am I was awakened with my first contractions. Brad decided he would work from home to stay close by but the contractions were few and far between and all the walking in the world wasn’t speeding them up. We weren’t concerned though, just excited that we’d get to meet the mystery man soon. Around midnight the contractions revved up a bit. They were coming every 10 minutes and were hurting more. This is it we thought. But alas all the walking around the house just wouldn’t speed them up. They were getting more and more intense but staying 10-12 minutes apart. I won’t lie- I was a bit annoyed.
We watched about two whole seasons of Friends, played countless games of solitaire and took late night showers. Brad even decided to shave his beard so as to be less intimidating when the little guy arrived.
Well, hallelujah- by 5am the contractions had been 4 minutes apart for an hour and a half and the hospital said we could come on in. We checked into Santa Rosa Kaiser at 5:45am and were super jazzed (yup I said jazzed) to learn that I was already 5cm dilated and 100% effaced. We figured we’d be popping this kid out in no time.
Well, pretty much anytime I sat down the contractions slowed down. Hmmm. So we began roaming the hospital halls- for 5 hours. What with the neighborhood stroll the day before, the late night promenades around our house, and the morning walk-a-thon at the hospital my legs were pretty shot. The midwife came in to check my progress and we discovered I hadn’t made any. Boo!
Up until then I hadn’t decided what kind of pain management to use, if any. Well, having already been awake for 30 hours I decided to opt for the epidural. I had been kind of nervous about the lack of control that comes with the epidural but I gotta tell you, that first hour with it was the most comfortable I had been in months! They broke my waters to see if that would speed things up and I took an hour long nap. Best nap of my life- I got to fall asleep to the sound of my son’s heart beat on the monitor.
I woke to find my contractions had slowed down, enter pitocin to induce the labor and the contractions sky rocketed. Don’t know what they would have felt like without the epidural cuz I was still feeling them big time. By 5pm Iwas 10cm!!! Now all we needed was the urge to push. By 7pm I still didn’t have the urge but we decided to start the process anyway. Once again I figured he’d be out in no time and once again I was wrong. As Brad helped to hold my legs up and our wonderful nurse, Gerry, cheerleaded us, I did the most strenuous work I’d done in my whole life. I pushed for nearly 3 hours and at 9:58pm on Tuesday, August 19th I got the best reward of life- in one final set of pushes not only did his full head come out but the rest of him too and immediately he was in my arms and Brad and I were gazing at our son. All the tiredness and frustration just seeped out of us to be replaced by love and awe.
He weighed in at 8lb 9oz and is 21.5 inches long. He’s completely healthy and we are busy watching his personality unfold and learning how to care for him. Brad is changing diapers like a champ and Otis and I are starting to get the hang of breastfeeding. My parents got to meet him soon after he was born, his Aunt Jen flys in to visit this weekend, and Brad’s folks arrive next Wednesday so his social calendar is already filling up. As I write this he is asleep in my arms and I am constantly distracted by his little murmurs, cute sideburns (that match his dad’s), and adorable face. More later . . . .
P.S. Knitwear provided by Bonita “Grammie” Moore
This August is a huge month for Brad and I. It marks the 10 year anniversary of when we became roommates/met, the 5 year anniversary of our wedding, and the birth of our first child. Pretty darn momentous, if you ask me! August 16, 2009 Brad and I got married in Santa Rosa, CA. All of our amazing family and friends were there and we had the time of our lives. I did some searching back in old emails to see if I could find out the exact day in August, 2004 that I moved into the house on Trin Street with Brad, Mike, and Cricket as my new roommates. All I can find is that on August 19th I had finally gotten my internet hooked up. So . . . I think it is quite plausible that I moved in on August 16th. How crazy is that? On August 16, 2004 Brad and I met as roommates in a, lets be honest, “band house,” and 5 years later we got married. I know, I know- we moved pretty fast 🙂
I remember my friends calling me when I first moved to DC to ask how I was doing. I would tell them that so far I hated my job (Washington Ballet started off rough for me), but that my new roommates were pretty cool. I’d tell them there was one in particular (guess who) that I thought I’d become pretty good friends with. I loved going to see Brad perform at Politicks shows and remember sitting with him at an Irish Pub discussing artistry, something we were both working on. I remember getting excited when I’d pull onto Trin Street and see his car there. And I remember being over the moon when I’d find a new CD that he made me for my commute to work. He pretty much wooed me with mixed CD’s!
5 years later we put those mixed CD’s to work with some pretty awesome wedding music. Guests arrived to lovely string quartet covers of songs such as “Toxicity” by System of a Down and “Sex and Candy” by Marcy’s Playground, and I walked down the aisle to a song that Brad had written for me. The bridesmaids were teary, the groomsmen were well behaved (shockingly), and the toasts were out of this world. It was a perfect day!
Now 5 years after that (we seem to like 5 year intervals for momentous occasions), we are super excited to start “music education” with our little boy. He already has a Pandora onesie and one that says “my dad is the bass player.” And Brad is already dreaming of the day when we find him wailing on the drum set. What boy can resist banging on things with sticks? Now he just needs to make his appearance.
The last 10 years have been pretty magical. Here’s to the next 10!
Hello Family and Friends,
Welcome to Moore Mentionables! As most of you know neither Brad nor I are huge facebook users. We are on there, but we average about a post a year. Now that we are about to have a little life form enter our world we knew we would be eager to share photos, videos, and stories with all of you. Rather than bombard facebook all of a sudden and force every aquaintance to see all this, we reckon it’s best to create a place where people can go should they wish to be entertained with adorable baby photos and stories about poop, lack of sleep, and more poop. So . . . here we go.
As Brad and I sit around wondering just when I will go into labor, we have had lots of time to ponder the days after our little Rubis (his in womb name) decides to live outside of my body. What questions will we have that will send us running to the baby book? I think what we are most worried about is tracking the little guys bathroom habits and various consistencies thereof. Brad had a fantastic idea that may just make us rich, if none of you steal it from us first. He feels that there should be a poster that is given to you before you leave the hospital. You would hang it above the baby’s changing table. The poster would compare baby poop to various forms of indian food and alert you as to what is normal and what is cause for concern. Daal- all is well. Saag paneer- call the pediatrician. And so on and so forth. I don’t know, but I think Brad may be on to something here!