Thursday, March 29, 2012


My four darling distractions do deter me from documenting the daily dealings at the Dahle’s. four kids

I started an overly detailed post about Max’s arrival, mainly to document the beautiful event for myself, but I am struggling to find blogging time to finish it up and actually post it! Now he’s two weeks old and I haven’t even had the courtesy to post a picture of his darling face—sorry, Mom, I know you don’t Facebook!Max Raymond Day1

Here he is on his birthday!

Born March 15 at 11:18 am—8 lbs 12 oz and 21 inches long

The real post will come soon to replace this one…

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A WONDERful Couple of Days

Yesterday, I was really feeling like this baby wanted to come on Leap Year Day. Without going into too much detail, there was the nausea/ lack of appetite that I’ve had with other babies on delivery day and the gotta-go feeling if you know what I mean. Aaron came home from work early. We both canceled our evening commitments at Church and broke the bad news to Xander that he’d have to miss hockey. By the kids' bedtime, contractions were 5-6 minutes apart. I kept waking up once I went to bed. I was a little bummed when I woke up at 12:03 and realized I had missed my chance for a leap year baby. Then around 3:30am, just after Xander came into our room to inform us he had a stomachache, contractions seemed to stop and I slept fine.


And today? Xander woke up this morning disappointed that there was no baby to meet; he said he thought he heard something going on last night. Sorry, bud, that was just me going to the bathroom. Gratefully the nausea has mostly left and my appetite partially returned, still the gotta-go feeling, but only the occasional contraction. Pretty much, it feels like nothin' is really going anywhere. Although I am having a mild contraction as I write this. Just enough to make us keep wondering if it'll turn into the "real thing" sooner than later. Aaron can hardly stand being at work since my track record for noticing when my labor is going somewhere isn’t very good. (With Hazel, he said we should probably go to the hospital. My reply was, “we can if you feel like we should, but I’m just tired—I wanna sleep.” We went and the baby came 13 minutes later. It makes the poor guy a bit concerned. And I have to admit that I don’t exactly want to have this baby at home with just me and the kids. Elodie is a super helpful 5-year-old, but she might be in a bit over her head with that one.)

Since we've been wondering all day yesterday and today, I guess you could say we've had a wonderful couple of days!