Well, you know about my preemie Ryley, and I’ve shared some stories about my Princess Grace. Here’s my tale of Ethan.
Ethan is my youngest. What a joy he has been. I had always wanted three children. After our experience with Ryley, I was pretty much done after one. Then God wisely gave us Grace, 12 1/2 months after Ryley’s arrival. Since I had an uneventful, full-term pregnancy with Grace, and was starting to heal from the NICU adventure, I started to realize that I really wasn’t done. Everytime I would see another pregnant woman or newborn baby, my heart would just fill, wanting to be that mom. When we moved to San Diego, we bought a house big enough for one more baby, and for the kids to grow up in. I DID NOT WANT TO MOVE AGAIN!!!!!!!! Because I had been diagnosed with endometriosis and polycystic ovarian syndrome, we knew a third pregnancy could be a challenge. But I had a GREAT OB. After two rounds of clomid/estrodial/progesterone, I got pregnant with Ethan. After the awful morning sickness (why they call it “morning sickness” when it lasts all day and night is beyond me!), I was just so happy and excited to be pregnant again, looking forward to our last addition. We told my dad that if we had a boy, he would finally get his namesake, 17 grandchildren later. On November 11, u/s showed a boy. My dad was the first person I called. He cried when he heard the news…Ethan Edward was on the way! I was induced the day after my due date, having had contractions and dialating to 3 three weeks earlier, but not getting any further than that. We thought that baby #3, after a quick labor with both Ryley and Grace, would come quickly. E had other plans, apparently. I was induced at 9am. By 5pm, at 5 cms and not progressing, the dr broke the water. Two hours later, still not progressing, E started to decel with every contraction. I was sure we were going into a c-section, but the nurse worked and got Ethan shifted to a better position, and Ethan entered the world at 10:01pm on March 25, 2004, the biggest baby I’d had at 7 lbs, 15 ozs, nearly triple Ryley’s birth weight! The cord had been wrapped around Ethan’s neck, causing the decels. He was having some breathing troubles not long after birth, tired, and not wanting to eat. They took him to the nursery where he spent the first night. I was afraid we were going back to a NICU, but they finally cleared his airway, and brought him back to me at 4am. He was thankfully just fine after that.
Ethan has by far been my easiest baby. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m better at it, more relaxed with it, or just his temperament. He was the best baby, hardly cried, nursed like a champ, always happy and smiling. He did everything way sooner than Ryley and Grace had, rolling over at 2 1/2 mos, scooting at 5 1/2 mos, crawling at 6 mos, 8 teeth by 9 mos, walking at 10 mos. He turned one this past March. I was depressed for a month. I wasn’t ready to say I was completely done having babies, but four? Michael was NOT going for it, and got “fixed” in May.
So Ethan’s the baby of the family. He is an absolute joy. He listens alot better than Ryley and Grace did at this age, plays very independently, still smiles and laughs all the time and hardly cries. He’s just not a good napper, but oh well. What can you do?
Here’s my Ethan challenge…He’s a CLIMBER!! If you walk into my house, you will laugh. The counter stools are up on the counter (the counter is his favorite place to sit and get into whatever’s up there), the kitchen chairs are pushed as close as they can get to the table, the doors and cabinets all have latches on them, and the drawers are getting latched because he has learned how to pull them out and use them as steps. I have not dealt with this level of climbing before. Any suggestions?