Tuesday, June 19, 2012

George at the Park

When we were in the hospital for the birth of Hayes, the nurses said to make sure we do activities with just Charly. Time alone with Charly was usually spent at the park...one of these days George made his way to the park with us. I can still remember the day when Charly grabbed George off her bed, walked him out to the stroller, and placed him gently on her lap. I thought George was just along for the ride...Charly had other ideas and an imagination all her own!

George rode down the slide...

Comforting George as he came down the slide
"Fun, George...huh?" "Let's go again!"
Loving George
George went on the swings...

Loving George again
George walked and played in the wood chips...


 George rode on the horse...

Carefully placing him on the horse
Having the ride of his life
Talking him through the ride

"Good job George!"
It was a fun day in the park and one I will never forget. Charly can't seem to get enough of this curious little monkey, and I can't get enough of this sweet little girl!

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Why Kelli Doesn't Want to Go Back to Work


This is what I come home to on most days. Three more weeks and Kelli can have it right back. I have a feeling those three weeks are going to feel like much . . . longer . . . to . . . her.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Hayes is One Month Old, Really?


It was a rocky start, bringing the little guy home with us. Three hours after we brought him home from the hospital we took Charly right back. She was diagnosed with RSV and we were told to keep her away from Hayes for two weeks. How exactly were we supposed to do that? She was infatuated with him. She wanted to hold him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to pet him. She had been talking about her "baby brother" for months and we didn't even know we were having a boy. And we were supposed to keep her away from him . . .

We tried. And did pretty well. But Kelli and I caught colds as well and sure enough, halfway through Spring Break, Hayes began sounding really congested. Our doctor told us it was more than likely RSV too, but his lungs sounded clear so we were instructed to just keep an eye on his breathing and master the art of using the nose sucker.


From the very beginning, while Kelli was still carrying him, this guy was a good listener. We prayed he wouldn't come on Charly's birthday. He listened. We (Kelli) prayed he wouldn't come on Leap Day. He listened. Kelli was scheduled to be induced on March 5 (a Monday), but really liked the sound of March 4 (a Sunday). He listened to her. We prayed he'd stay merely congested, and not get bad enough to take in to the hospital, and he listened to us.


He is so laid back. He sleeps all the time. He eats good. He puts up with Charly's smothering kisses and hugs and loud voice.


He likes music. He likes to be talked to. He likes watching baseball. He likes his changing table. He likes his swing. He likes to pee on his wall. He likes to be naked. He likes his baths. He likes his sister. He likes to be held. He likes to be cuddled. He likes to be sung to. He likes his mom.


His first month has flown by. It feels like we just brought him home a week ago. It's a lot of fun having a girl and a boy and reminiscing about what Charly was doing at this stage and naturally comparing. We love Hayes. We love Charly. And we are loving our new family of four.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Easy Like Sunday Morning


There was only one baby born in Covenant Medical Center on Sunday morning, March 4, 2012.

And he belonged to us.


Kelli was scheduled to be induced on Monday morning, March 6. This was 7 days past her due date. She went 8 days past when she gave birth to Charly, who also came via induction. Suffice it to say, we were fully prepared to go in on Monday morning.

 

On Saturday, Kelli felt, what she thought to be, a contraction. It came while she was shopping inside a crafty boutique while Charly and I waited in the car. We thought we better start timing them. However 70-some minutes later, we let down our guard and again, began expecting Monday.

Later in the afternoon, her contractions started coming again, this time, every 30 minutes. By 7:30, they were coming every 20 minutes. By 9:30, every 10. We called the doctor. She told Kelli to come in when the contractions were 5-7 minutes apart and she also told her to take a bath to stop the contractions. Why in the world would we want to stop the contractions? If this baby was ready to enter the world, we wanted to be ready. Comfortably in a hospital! Kelli called her parents because we didn't want to have to go in in the middle of the night.

After Denny and Carol showed up around 10:30, we continued timing contractions. We had three or four in a row, separated by only 7-8 minutes. So despite what the nurse told Kelli over the phone, we headed out for the hospital.


We sat in the triage room for roughly an hour, contractions stopped, and the nurse left us alone as she called the on-call doctor. She warned us that one couple had already been sent home that night. Kelli was only dilated to 4 cm (she had been 3 the preceding Wednesday). That bit of info and the fact that the contractions had stopped, made us feel as if we were about to be the second couple sent home that night.

Instead, Dr. Lipinski was on her way in! Her policy was to never send home a couple past due. With an induction scheduled for Monday morning, Lipinski's plan was to admit us, get us settled in a room, get Kelli an epidural so we could sleep and rest for the night, then start the pitocin first thing at 7 am the following morning. Kelli got her epidural around 3 in the morning and I made the couch into a bed. At 5:30, our nurse Carryn (the same delivery nurse we had for most of the day when Charly was born), told me to wake up. Things had progressed through the night naturally, and baby was coming soon!

Carryn got things ready and Dr. Lipinski showed up around 6:30 am, just as Kelli began to push. At 6:49, 19 minutes later, our son, Hayes Warren Henrichs, was born.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Proud Patriots

 So what? The Patriots lost the Super Bowl. Who cares?

We do (insert frowny face).


But Tom Brady is still the best and we are still proud. And because of Mr. Brady, there's a good chance they'll be back next year!