Kate and I

For the past three months, Kayla has stayed home to take care of Kate. Her days have been filled with milk, dirty diapers, milk, naps and more milk as she’s essentially been a single parent during the weekdays when I went back to work.

After 12 weeks, it’s my turn. Our positions are now reversed as I’ll be home on baby duty for three weeks.

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Poop won’t hurt you and other lessons from parenthood

Two weeks ago Kayla and I left the hospital, our family a little bigger.

I expected this to be terrifying, that we would want to stay in the hospital where helpful nurses were just a push of the button away.

On the contrary, Kayla and I couldn’t wait to get our fresh-faced Kate home and fall into a routine. I’ll be honest, we might have been just a little rude to hospital staff holding us up with our discharge because we wanted to hit the road.

I’ll always remember carrying Kate through the hospital lobby on the way out. Avoiding every bump on the drive home and glancing in the mirror with a wince every time I hit a Lincoln pothole. Carrying Kate inside, and saying welcome home.

These are great first memories. The first time Kate shit on me wasn’t exactly a great one, but I’ll cling to all of the memories I can.

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Kate, the love of our lives

For some reason reading from this website is the only thing she falls asleep to. Weird.

I remember the day back in March when I sat down to write my first entry to this blog after learning Kayla was pregnant, that memory of writing from the couch in our living room to document the events leading up to a new life.

Tonight I’m doing something similar, but this time from a hospital room with the newest member of our family, Kate.

She’s the love of our lives, and this is the story of the day she was born.

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Pac said there’d be days like this

First off, we love you all. We really do.

This applies to all of our friends and family members, but specifically to those who may be inclined to visit Kayla and I in the hospital after B.K. comes. Early on in the process we set out to make a birth plan. This plan contains everything we want and expect at the hospital, from an epidural to the light level and music played during the delivery.

One aspect of this concerns you, the visitors. How to handle company at the hospital and thereafter can be awkward.

I mean, this post started with me professing our love for you, yet now we’re trying to figure out a subtle way to tell you to leave.

Rather than face the awkward conversation of explaining our desires in person, we decided to share our thoughts on the subject here. You know, like cowards.

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One last Halloween scare

Our most recent doctor visit was the week of Halloween. Maybe B.K. thought she would be funny and pull a trick, or maybe it was just bad timing. Either way, we were thrown for a curve ball when the doctor listened to her heart.

He looked concerned and asked if she’d been moving much. The heartbeat was a tad slow. Not absent, just not up to full speed.

We were assured it was nothing to worry about, that it’s common for their hearts to slow a bit as they grow. Nevertheless, a machine was brought into the room to track her heartbeat for 20 minutes.

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Prost! for parties, not showers

It became a regular occurrence after work.

I would drive home, up our street and turn into the driveway. Glancing at the front door.

There they were, waiting for me like an eager pet was a nameless, smiling toddler.

Not a real one, mind you, but the mascot on each box of Huggies.

In the days leading up to Kayla’s shower party several gifts began arriving early. Many of them being diapers. A slow trickle at first, then more and more.

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T minus 10…

November seems like a long time from now.

Long as it sounds, we can count the number of weeks on our fingers, which for some reason prompts anxiety every time Kayla holds her hands up like a mime in a box to show me.

By this time next week, the week count will be down to single digits. Don’t even get me started on the month count. (Two!)

Here’s what we’ve been up to recently.
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100 days and counting

As I write this, we’re at right around 100 days away from being parents.

That’s right, the countdown is nearing double digits.

Side note: this blog post is best enjoyed while playing “The Final Countdown” as you read.

One hundred days. It seems like an eternity and right around the corner at the same time.

We still have plenty to do to prepare for B.K., like a lot, but there are a few steps we’ve taken or started to prepare for a bundle of joy.

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