You:
Crawl like a champ
Have 4 teeth
Say: Mama, Daddy, Hi, Bah-bah, Bye-bye
Eat: Everything we eat.
Your favorite foods are: oranges, strawberries and cheerios. Also, you love refried beans. A true little bambinita :)
Love all animals. You laugh and try to touch any dog or cat that is nearby.
We live in: Neustadt am Rubenburg, Germany.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Why move to Europe?
There are so many reasons why we wanted to move out of the country and bring you along.
First, we wanted to give you the opportunity to experience how other people live their lives in other countries. In the US, I have noticed that the trend seems to be leaning towards more of an Island-type of living. What I mean by "Island" living is that families seem to be much more interested in their own family in their own house than they are in the well being of their neighbors, friends and strangers. They live as if their home is an island and they don't much care about what happens anywhere else except their little island.
I began to find this unsettling and I have always wanted you to have the compassion and selflessness that I wish for every person I meet. Your Dad and I decided that the best way to expose you to different cultures was to travel. So, that's what lead us to this decision.
Most of our friends and family have said that we are crazy for wanting to take a baby out of the comfort of our own home and travel the world with her. This might be true, but we both happily accept our craziness :)
Another reason why we wanted to take you on an adventure was because people told us we couldn't. Ever since the moment I found out I was pregnant with you, I had been told every reason under the sun that my goals and aspirations for your pregnancy, birth and upbringing were unattainable. What those people didn't know is that whenever I am told that I cannot do something, it makes me want to do it even more.
I DID have a natural, out-of-hospital birth. I did breastfeed, co-sleep, wear you in a sling, use cloth diapers and manage to not fill my house with unnecessary baby items and products. We didn't need to go out and buy the biggest SUV we could find, in order to have a "safe" car for our baby to ride in. We managed to get the majority of your clothes and toys as hand-me-downs from friends. Adding you to our lives was more of an evolution than a life-changing event. Once I was told that it was impossible to move to another country and travel with a baby, I knew it was something that I had to prove was wrong, and I did.
So, we sold most everything we own, packed everything else up in to a storage space, and left on April 10th, 2010 for Europe. I hope you have enjoyed the trip so far. Here are some of the places that you have visited in the last month:
New York City, New York
Ponte Delgada, Azores, Portugal
Lisbon, Portugal
Cadiz, Spain
Malga, Spain
Venice, Italy
Munich, Germany
Neustadt am Rubenburg, Germany
First, we wanted to give you the opportunity to experience how other people live their lives in other countries. In the US, I have noticed that the trend seems to be leaning towards more of an Island-type of living. What I mean by "Island" living is that families seem to be much more interested in their own family in their own house than they are in the well being of their neighbors, friends and strangers. They live as if their home is an island and they don't much care about what happens anywhere else except their little island.
I began to find this unsettling and I have always wanted you to have the compassion and selflessness that I wish for every person I meet. Your Dad and I decided that the best way to expose you to different cultures was to travel. So, that's what lead us to this decision.
Most of our friends and family have said that we are crazy for wanting to take a baby out of the comfort of our own home and travel the world with her. This might be true, but we both happily accept our craziness :)
Another reason why we wanted to take you on an adventure was because people told us we couldn't. Ever since the moment I found out I was pregnant with you, I had been told every reason under the sun that my goals and aspirations for your pregnancy, birth and upbringing were unattainable. What those people didn't know is that whenever I am told that I cannot do something, it makes me want to do it even more.
I DID have a natural, out-of-hospital birth. I did breastfeed, co-sleep, wear you in a sling, use cloth diapers and manage to not fill my house with unnecessary baby items and products. We didn't need to go out and buy the biggest SUV we could find, in order to have a "safe" car for our baby to ride in. We managed to get the majority of your clothes and toys as hand-me-downs from friends. Adding you to our lives was more of an evolution than a life-changing event. Once I was told that it was impossible to move to another country and travel with a baby, I knew it was something that I had to prove was wrong, and I did.
So, we sold most everything we own, packed everything else up in to a storage space, and left on April 10th, 2010 for Europe. I hope you have enjoyed the trip so far. Here are some of the places that you have visited in the last month:
New York City, New York
Ponte Delgada, Azores, Portugal
Lisbon, Portugal
Cadiz, Spain
Malga, Spain
Venice, Italy
Munich, Germany
Neustadt am Rubenburg, Germany
Life as new parents
Written on 7/31/2009
What a thrill it has been to get to know Stella and learn how to care for her. In the first ten days of her life, Nick and I have grown together and experienced more affection for this little girl than we ever though possible.
Stella is thriving. She eats well (and often!), sleeps much of the time and almost never cries. I don't want to jinx ourselves, but I'm pretty sure she is the easiest, sweetest, most loving creature we have ever met.
At night time, we tuck her in with us and stare at her with amazement. To think that we created and brought her in to this world together only brings us closer together. Our little family has grown and so have our hearts. She makes the sweetest sounds when she sleeps and when she nurses. It's really hard not to fall in love with her :)
Even Pepe seems to enjoy having the bambina around! He definitely doesn't get as much attention as he used to, but he enjoys cuddling up next to her when she's sleeping and doesn't seem to mind at all when she wakes him up in the middle of the night with her soft cries when she's hungry.
Life at our house has definitely changed. The rolls that Nick and I were previously accustomed to are redefined. I am no longer the main house keeper and chef. Nick has taken over most of the cooking and cleaning duties and to my surprise, he can actually prepare a delicious meal! Now he's never going to get away with saying he doesn't know how to make anything!
For now, the house is still quiet. Nick and I are thankful for Stella and we look forward to the days that she starts talking, walking, singing and playing... just not too soon :)
What a thrill it has been to get to know Stella and learn how to care for her. In the first ten days of her life, Nick and I have grown together and experienced more affection for this little girl than we ever though possible.
Stella is thriving. She eats well (and often!), sleeps much of the time and almost never cries. I don't want to jinx ourselves, but I'm pretty sure she is the easiest, sweetest, most loving creature we have ever met.
At night time, we tuck her in with us and stare at her with amazement. To think that we created and brought her in to this world together only brings us closer together. Our little family has grown and so have our hearts. She makes the sweetest sounds when she sleeps and when she nurses. It's really hard not to fall in love with her :)
Even Pepe seems to enjoy having the bambina around! He definitely doesn't get as much attention as he used to, but he enjoys cuddling up next to her when she's sleeping and doesn't seem to mind at all when she wakes him up in the middle of the night with her soft cries when she's hungry.
Life at our house has definitely changed. The rolls that Nick and I were previously accustomed to are redefined. I am no longer the main house keeper and chef. Nick has taken over most of the cooking and cleaning duties and to my surprise, he can actually prepare a delicious meal! Now he's never going to get away with saying he doesn't know how to make anything!
For now, the house is still quiet. Nick and I are thankful for Stella and we look forward to the days that she starts talking, walking, singing and playing... just not too soon :)
How you came in to our lives
Written on 7/26/2009
Stella's birth story begins on Saturday, July 19th at about 7:30 pm. Nick and I had our friends, Sara and Dan, over for BBQ when contractions started. We finished our dinner out on our deck in the wonderful summer warmth and sat around chatting for a while.
After timing contractions for about an hour, we decided to call one of our midwives and let her know that they were coming regularly. She knew we would likely have a while to go before active labor began, so she told us to continue on with our normal evening routine and maybe go for a relaxing walk before settling in for the night.
Sara and Dan came along with us as we strolled down our street with Pepe and enjoyed our last night as a two-person family. Nick and I knew that our lives would soon change forever, and we were very excited about it.
Although we didn't sleep well that night, Nick did an amazing job timing the contractions and keeping me comfortable.
The next morning, contractions continued and I was pretty sure that this was the real thing. Stella would come today! Nick called his Mom (Marlane), my Sister (Jessica) and my Step-Mom (Sonja) to let them know that they needed to get on the next plane to Salt Lake City, as they were all planning on attending the birth.
At 1:00pm, we went in to the birthing center to be checked and to our surprise, the midwife (Becky) informed us that I was only 1cm dilated. Becky was concerned that I wouldn't be able to handle the upcoming labor and delivery because I hadn't had any sleep the night before, so she gave me a pain killer and a muscle relaxer and told me to go home and try to get at least a few hours of sleep before the labor progressed.
We arrived back home, I took the pills, and within 30 minutes, my contractions were so intense, that I couldn't hold still. I thought to myself, "I thought I was going to SLEEP! These pills did not help at all!"
Nick helped me change laboring positions for an hour before calling Becky back and letting her know that I was completely unable to even talk between contractions and was obviously in second stage labor. (Thankfully, Nick was very well educated on the stages and emotional signposts of labor thanks to the Bradley Childbirth classes that we took.)
By about 3:30pm, Marlane had arrived at our house and the three of us left to the birthing center. Upon arrival of the birthing center, Becky checked me and I was 4cm dilated. Becky left Nick and I alone in our birthing room to walk around and try different laboring positions for the next few hours.
By 7:00pm, my contractions were closer together than they ever had been. I was in the birthing tub trying to work out the pain in my mind. With Nick's help, I was able to wrap my mind around the sensations I was feeling. I knew that at this point in my life, I needed Nick's support more than ever. He helped me through each and every wave of pain, talking me through them, pushing on my back with his fists and whispering motivating comments in my ear.
By this time, Jess had arrived at the center and was waiting in the lobby to be called in for the delivery. I quietly asked that she be brought in to the room, because I knew the time was coming and I wanted her with me.
Soon, I told Becky that I felt the urge to push. Without even checking me, she quietly told me, "Livia, if you feel the urge to push, do what your body wants, and push." So I did. It was the most relieving feeling. The waves of pain didn't seem so intense anymore!
Nick knew that keeping me up and mobile was the fastest way to labor, so he told me that we would finish the next contraction in the tub and then move to the bed. Once we were back to the bed, I knew the time was coming close for us to meet our little girl.
Becky continued to listen to Stella's heart beat with the doppler and noticed that with each push, her heart rate was dropping from 140 to 20. This wasn't acceptable. Becky and the nurse attendant (Jennifer) knew just what to do - and they quickly transitioned me to the McRoberts position for delivery.
Even in the new position, Stella's heart rate continued to drop dangerously low with each push. Becky is normally a very quiet and calm woman, but at this point, she was very assertive. She told Jennifer to call an ambulance.
Becky then told me, "You have about two minutes before the ambulance arrives. Your daughter is in trouble and she needs to be born right now. I need you to forget everything you learned about delivery. I know you were taught to only push when you feel the urge, but you need to push and get her out even if your body isn't ready. Push, and don't stop. If you don't get her out in the next 2 minutes, you're going to the hospital."
With Jessica and Nick both spilling out encouraging and loving support, I pushed and was frightened to know what was happening inside of me. I couldn't even imagine being taken away in an ambulance mid-delivery. I decided that I wouldn't let that happen. Stella was born just as the ambulance arrived. Jennifer left the room to tell the EMTs that she was born just in time, and neither of us needed to be transferred to the hospital.
At 7:45pm and with great relief, Stella was placed on my chest. Nick and Jess were both softly weeping tears of joy and ooh'ing and aah'ing at this amazing little girl. Becky and Jennifer checked Stella and I and confirmed that we were both perfectly fine. Stella scored 9 out of 10 on her APGAR scores and to my surprise, I had not traumatized my body as I had thought. Becky was amazed.
Shortly after, the placenta was delivered in to the special bowl that Nick and I painted just for this occasion. Stella was soon nursing and Marlane joined us in the room to stare in amazement at the new addition to our family. At this time, Becky told us that Stella's heart rate was likely dropping during the pushing because the umbilical cord was being clamped between her shoulder or head and the inside of my cervix. The midwives often deal with situations like these, but they were amazed at how quickly I was able to get her out and we all sat in quiet thankfulness for the miracle that had just taken place.
Not only did we win the best prize in the world that day, but we also happened to be the 600th birth at the birthing center. Becky and Jennifer came in with a large basket filled beautifully with gifts and a lovely card as a congratulations. In the basket, there was a boppy pillow, a layette set, a bathing towel set and a silky smooth baby blanket. I felt like I was dreaming. Could this day get any better?
Just two hours after delivery, Becky and Jennifer were completing Stella's check and statistics so that we could head home. Stella weighed 7 pounds, 1.5 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. She had her foot prints taken to be added to the yearly quilt made of all the foot prints of babies born at that birthing center. Becky then gave Nick a tutorial on how to bathe a baby - and I'm thankful for that - because I was entirely too exhausted to pay attention to anything besides keeping my eyes open!
By 10:45pm, just three hours after delivery, we bundled Stella up and headed home. I was relieved to be home and surrounded by my family. Stella and I settled in to bed and fell in to the most wonderfully deep sleep I've ever had.
Stella's birth story begins on Saturday, July 19th at about 7:30 pm. Nick and I had our friends, Sara and Dan, over for BBQ when contractions started. We finished our dinner out on our deck in the wonderful summer warmth and sat around chatting for a while.
After timing contractions for about an hour, we decided to call one of our midwives and let her know that they were coming regularly. She knew we would likely have a while to go before active labor began, so she told us to continue on with our normal evening routine and maybe go for a relaxing walk before settling in for the night.
Sara and Dan came along with us as we strolled down our street with Pepe and enjoyed our last night as a two-person family. Nick and I knew that our lives would soon change forever, and we were very excited about it.
Although we didn't sleep well that night, Nick did an amazing job timing the contractions and keeping me comfortable.
The next morning, contractions continued and I was pretty sure that this was the real thing. Stella would come today! Nick called his Mom (Marlane), my Sister (Jessica) and my Step-Mom (Sonja) to let them know that they needed to get on the next plane to Salt Lake City, as they were all planning on attending the birth.
At 1:00pm, we went in to the birthing center to be checked and to our surprise, the midwife (Becky) informed us that I was only 1cm dilated. Becky was concerned that I wouldn't be able to handle the upcoming labor and delivery because I hadn't had any sleep the night before, so she gave me a pain killer and a muscle relaxer and told me to go home and try to get at least a few hours of sleep before the labor progressed.
We arrived back home, I took the pills, and within 30 minutes, my contractions were so intense, that I couldn't hold still. I thought to myself, "I thought I was going to SLEEP! These pills did not help at all!"
Nick helped me change laboring positions for an hour before calling Becky back and letting her know that I was completely unable to even talk between contractions and was obviously in second stage labor. (Thankfully, Nick was very well educated on the stages and emotional signposts of labor thanks to the Bradley Childbirth classes that we took.)
By about 3:30pm, Marlane had arrived at our house and the three of us left to the birthing center. Upon arrival of the birthing center, Becky checked me and I was 4cm dilated. Becky left Nick and I alone in our birthing room to walk around and try different laboring positions for the next few hours.
By 7:00pm, my contractions were closer together than they ever had been. I was in the birthing tub trying to work out the pain in my mind. With Nick's help, I was able to wrap my mind around the sensations I was feeling. I knew that at this point in my life, I needed Nick's support more than ever. He helped me through each and every wave of pain, talking me through them, pushing on my back with his fists and whispering motivating comments in my ear.
By this time, Jess had arrived at the center and was waiting in the lobby to be called in for the delivery. I quietly asked that she be brought in to the room, because I knew the time was coming and I wanted her with me.
Soon, I told Becky that I felt the urge to push. Without even checking me, she quietly told me, "Livia, if you feel the urge to push, do what your body wants, and push." So I did. It was the most relieving feeling. The waves of pain didn't seem so intense anymore!
Nick knew that keeping me up and mobile was the fastest way to labor, so he told me that we would finish the next contraction in the tub and then move to the bed. Once we were back to the bed, I knew the time was coming close for us to meet our little girl.
Becky continued to listen to Stella's heart beat with the doppler and noticed that with each push, her heart rate was dropping from 140 to 20. This wasn't acceptable. Becky and the nurse attendant (Jennifer) knew just what to do - and they quickly transitioned me to the McRoberts position for delivery.
Even in the new position, Stella's heart rate continued to drop dangerously low with each push. Becky is normally a very quiet and calm woman, but at this point, she was very assertive. She told Jennifer to call an ambulance.
Becky then told me, "You have about two minutes before the ambulance arrives. Your daughter is in trouble and she needs to be born right now. I need you to forget everything you learned about delivery. I know you were taught to only push when you feel the urge, but you need to push and get her out even if your body isn't ready. Push, and don't stop. If you don't get her out in the next 2 minutes, you're going to the hospital."
With Jessica and Nick both spilling out encouraging and loving support, I pushed and was frightened to know what was happening inside of me. I couldn't even imagine being taken away in an ambulance mid-delivery. I decided that I wouldn't let that happen. Stella was born just as the ambulance arrived. Jennifer left the room to tell the EMTs that she was born just in time, and neither of us needed to be transferred to the hospital.
At 7:45pm and with great relief, Stella was placed on my chest. Nick and Jess were both softly weeping tears of joy and ooh'ing and aah'ing at this amazing little girl. Becky and Jennifer checked Stella and I and confirmed that we were both perfectly fine. Stella scored 9 out of 10 on her APGAR scores and to my surprise, I had not traumatized my body as I had thought. Becky was amazed.
Shortly after, the placenta was delivered in to the special bowl that Nick and I painted just for this occasion. Stella was soon nursing and Marlane joined us in the room to stare in amazement at the new addition to our family. At this time, Becky told us that Stella's heart rate was likely dropping during the pushing because the umbilical cord was being clamped between her shoulder or head and the inside of my cervix. The midwives often deal with situations like these, but they were amazed at how quickly I was able to get her out and we all sat in quiet thankfulness for the miracle that had just taken place.
Not only did we win the best prize in the world that day, but we also happened to be the 600th birth at the birthing center. Becky and Jennifer came in with a large basket filled beautifully with gifts and a lovely card as a congratulations. In the basket, there was a boppy pillow, a layette set, a bathing towel set and a silky smooth baby blanket. I felt like I was dreaming. Could this day get any better?
Just two hours after delivery, Becky and Jennifer were completing Stella's check and statistics so that we could head home. Stella weighed 7 pounds, 1.5 ounces and was 19.5 inches long. She had her foot prints taken to be added to the yearly quilt made of all the foot prints of babies born at that birthing center. Becky then gave Nick a tutorial on how to bathe a baby - and I'm thankful for that - because I was entirely too exhausted to pay attention to anything besides keeping my eyes open!
By 10:45pm, just three hours after delivery, we bundled Stella up and headed home. I was relieved to be home and surrounded by my family. Stella and I settled in to bed and fell in to the most wonderfully deep sleep I've ever had.
Dear Stella
I am starting this blog because I have so much to tell you. Everyday, I talk to you and tell you stories. I know you listen and appreciate them, but I want you to have an opportunity to revisit these little things I have to say to you.
I've told you so much about My Mom, Grandma Kim. I miss her dearly and I wish that I had a letter or note from her that I could read whenever I think of her. I want you to always have the opportunity to read and re-read all the loving words that I have to say to you.
So, this is a blog for you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I know I will enjoy writing it!
All my love,
Mama
I've told you so much about My Mom, Grandma Kim. I miss her dearly and I wish that I had a letter or note from her that I could read whenever I think of her. I want you to always have the opportunity to read and re-read all the loving words that I have to say to you.
So, this is a blog for you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I know I will enjoy writing it!
All my love,
Mama
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