Ansel Emmett at five months

Beeb left Alaska for the first time in his fourth month – to go to Wisconsin for Uncle Ted and Aunt Christina’s wedding! Here he is waiting at the gate at Sea-Tac like a champ…
…and much happier at the final destination (in this case, in his cousin Stevie’s old turtle truck).
Listening to podcasts with Dad on the porch swing while the girls get ready on wedding day…
…and ready themselves for the ceremony (and looking pretty good, Mom must say)!
Relaxin in Grandpa Jim’s chair the morning after (not feeling too hung over ;))…
…and a quick stop at America’s Best Value Inn in Seattle on the way home. Great first trip!
Now back to supervising Mom in the garden…
(…there was a lot to do there!)
Gigi’s bunny sweater is the perfect thing for Juneau fall days…
…oh yeah, and I’m five months old!!

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Wild wild yard part II

One of the best things about our first summer in our new home is that literally every time I take the time to take a proper look around something new and amazing is blooming.

It makes me really look forward to future summers when I am able to take more time with this. All I can say about this summer is bravo. And you are a little bit overwhelming/outta control as the best ones always are/have been…

What is this? It is clearly thriving!
Cute annuals mom planted in hanging baskets
Anyone?
Delphinium (thanks, Ma)! This sucker is taller than Imogen!
Hosta bloom? Again so healthy!!
Some tiny roses booming on our steps
Side yard with more delphinium
Japanese maple going off in backyard
Foxgloves
Channel looking towards Juneau
Kitchen window and other side taken (with new heat pump!) from greenhouse

Ansel Emmett at two months

Being two months old in July means going to the beach…

With Mom at Sandy Beach, one mo. old

Hangin out with Dad the second he gets home from work on his bike…

Getting to wear cool outfits like this…

(Thanks Grandma Jaen and Aunt Jess)

A carrier ride on the bright-green Treadwell trail with a visiting Aunt Myrrhia…

And just hangin out in your seahorse jammies.

 

First month for Ansel Emmett

Happy month one to Beeb.

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A waking moment the first week home from the hospital with new Dad-times-two Jaco
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All tuckered out after Auggie’s birthday party, ten days old

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Apres-bath at three weeks old
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Resting with Mare Mare and Gramps after Ed S.’s retirement party, three weeks old
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Lunching with Dad at one month old
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Three lbs. gained in one month (8 to 11 lbs.); go Beeb go!

Ansel’s birth story

The alarm was set for 5:00 but I was up at 4:00 cuddling with a restless Immy, then showering with a special surgical soap, the remainder of which I left in our shower stall for a week after I’d been home, a reminder of reality which had been once again, all rearranged.

Jaco and I left our house at 5:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning, May 9th, 2018. It was the type of morning – alive, earth-smelling and green – that made it easy to understand why so many people speak highly of May as the time to give birth.

In September when I found out I was pregnant I’d hoped to have a VBAC birth, but after a lot of consideration took the advice of my obstetrician and scheduled another C-section as close to 40 weeks as we could, and I made it as far as I possibly could have (39w 5d).

When we got to Bartlett we were very happy to see my room all ready, my name and the nurses’ names on the little white board. I hung up my coat, put on a hospital gown, and climbed into the bed I’d stay in for two days, minus the time of the actual surgery, and signed the consent forms.

Everyone was smiling and professional, asking me if I had any questions. I asked the anesthesiologist how long it would take for the spinal block to take effect: “seconds.” Finally in came Dr. Newbury, all bright-eyed and bushy tailed. We were ahead of schedule and would have our baby within the hour.

We’d found out, to our great delight, at my last prenatal appointment, that Dr. Newbury had convinced the powers-that-be to allow music in his OR. He actually asked us if we had a request for his Pandora, and we decided to go with Bob Seger. And with that, this birth took on its own vibration…

I was allowed to walk into to OR myself instead of being wheeled in as I’d been last time. A nurse stood eye-level with me and talked to me while I was given the spinal block. She was also the one who convinced everyone to let Jacob, peering in the window in his shower cap and paper slippers, in already.

As the block began to take effect they laid me back on the table, and as Dr. Newbury and his assistant came into the room with their hands scrubbed up to the elbows i.e. McDreamy and -Steamy, I am not even joking, “Night Moves'” “I was a little too tall, coulda used a few pounds…” came on

and like actors in a one-act play, the nurse, anesthesiologist, and Jake were all right there by my head, I lost all feeling in my toes within minutes but was still able to joke around with Jacob about the songs: “Gonna take a freight train:” Marshall Tucker played at the Hotel, I know; Skynyrd, “Simple Man;”

“Don’t tell me they are going to take the baby out to ‘Witchy Woman;'” “Rocket Man’s” ‘I think it’s gonna be a long, long time…’ but it wasn’t – about five minutes after the surgery was scheduled to begin I was told there would be a lot of pressure, and then we would meet our baby.

We’d elected not to find out the gender ahead of time this go-round, and it was not an easy thing to do! Of course, we wanted to know so badly, every day. But making ourselves wait was the right thing to do as it really and truly was all about that one MOMENT our baby entered the world: “It’s a BOY!”

Ansel Emmett Resneck came into the world screaming his lungs out (“We like that- clears them out,” said the nurse) at 8:09 a.m.
He weighed eight pounds even and was 21 inches long. He was welcomed by his sister Imogen, who’d been at our house with my mom, just an hour or so later.

Welcome baby Beeb!