Thursday, July 24, 2014

Happy Five Months, Our Baby Boy!

Where has the time gone? Only recently I had a huge belly, waddled around, and wondered what we would call our little baby. The belly is gone, I have returned to normal walking, but we are still not sure what exactly we will be calling our son when he is old enough to respond to his name. The main dilemma is between Alex and Sasha. Sasha is a typical Russian name for either girl or boy, but here, in the United States, it is mostly known as a female name. We still have time to figure it out, but now we call him Russian nicknames, either Kisya (little kitten, since he is drinking milk) or Ushenki (little ears, since he has the cutest little ears). There is one other thing that we cannot quite put our finger on, and that is whether Alex looks like me or like his Daddy. Different people say different things, especially since he is changing all the time. We found our baby pictures and decided to compare our son to us. What do you think?

Here is David (on the left) and Alex when they both were very little:


And here is me (up top) and Alex:


Finally, this is what Alex looks like now:


However, we do not fight about him looking more like one of us than the other. Alex is unique and precious, and we love him unconditionally. 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Four Years of a Wonderful Marriage

It is amazing how fast time flies by! 1,377 days ago, I met my husband and thought that he was way out of my league. Today, we have been happily married for four years and have an adorable love child (who is 16 weeks old today).

Our wedding was fun, regardless of the broken fridge and no A/C. No A/C in Fayetteville, NC in the middle of June is fun. We planned it in one month and spent a total of only $6,000, including the dress and professional photography. One of my most favorite memories from our wedding was our first dance. Somehow, it has been viewed more than 150,000 times on youtube (and it was not mostly me viewing it). Hope you enjoy this memory for a throw-back Thursday!







Thursday, May 15, 2014

Four Years of Love: The Sweetest Proposal Story

Four years ago, on May 15th, I experienced two life-changing events: I graduated from college and got engaged to my wonderful husband. That day was especially meaningful because that was the first time we said "I love you" to each other. At that point, we had been dating for 8 months. 

Very early in our relationship, David told me that he would not say "I love you" until he had a ring to back it up. I did not necessarily agree but respected his decision. Very often, people say I love you early on, and, with time, the phrase may lose its meaning. We "love" Chinese food, cars, our spouses, dogs, shoes, that dress, our kids, cats, travelling, our families. As you see, the word love is widely used, yet it means something more significant in the phrase "I love you." Here, love is a choice, an action, a commitment.

We wanted to get married some time after my graduation in 2010. My parents were moving to Hawaii later on that summer, and we hoped that they would be present. On May 13th, I started looking for available venues and, with God's help, found a banquet hall that was available on June 19th! It is pretty incredible, since in America, you have to plan your wedding a year ahead. The couple that had reserved that day had to cancel because the groom was being deployed. You cannot plan much when you are in the Army. We went to check it out that evening and made our reservation. David texted his Dad, "I guess we are getting married in a month!" At that point, he had not proposed yet.

The following day, David called me during lunch and offered to take a quick trip to the beach. It sounded suspicious, since he had never called me from work, but I did not think he would pull off getting a ring in one day. Little did I know! David had had the ring for a while. That evening, we drove to Myrtle Beach, SC and had (to this day, in my opinion) the best sushi ever. 



The next morning, May 15th, was my graduation. We got up early to see the sunrise and then were going to hit the road. Listening to the waves and seeing the morning sun emerging from the ocean was majestic and romantic at the same time! 


Then, David got up, took of his flip flop, and started digging the sand. "I hope he did not bury the ring on the beach," I thought quickly. Of course, he did not. David wrote a big letter I and said, "I have searched over all the earth." Then, the letter L and "Looking, praying for someone of worth." One after another, O, V, E, Y, O and U appeared, and, after each letter, David read a line of the poem he had written for me. With U, he said, "Unconditionally, I love you!" I was happy and very emotional. 


He kneeled and asked me to be his wife. Before he finished, I (very enthusiastically) responded with a loud "Da! Da! Da!" (which is "yes" in Russian). I will never forget the first time we said "I love you" to each other because I had been waiting for it for a long time. The wait was well worth it!



Thursday, May 1, 2014

About Our Alexander, Game of Thrones, and the Gospel

Our big little boy is two months old! He is big because he has grown almost 4 lbs (from 8 lbs 2 oz at birth to 12 lbs) and 3.25 in (from 20.5 to 23.75)! He holds his head very well and loves to be carried around, so that he can see the Big World. Alex is sleeping between 4.5 and 7 hrs at night (no set schedule yet, unfortunately!) and likes to eat every couple of hours. However, when he smiles at us, we forget all the sleepless nights!


 

On Tuesday, he got his first shot (DTaP), and he did not like it at all. Did you know that the shots are administered into the baby's hip? I surely didn't. 


Alex was cranky after the shot, and the only way I could keep him calm was feeding, cuddling, and letting him sleep in my arms. 


As we learn more about Alexander, we learn more about the Gospel. God's sacrifice of His Son Jesus Christ for our sins always left me in awe, but nothing drove the point home as strongly as having our own son. When I look at Alex, I cannot bear the thought of something happening to him. Sacrificing him for anything or anyone is out of the question.



I have also become very sensitive to movie scenes involving babies. In the last, 4th, episode of the new season of Game of Thrones, a newborn baby boy is taken into the woods as a "gift to the gods." I could not watch it without tears. The baby was cooing just like our boy! The Watch mutineers gave the baby away as a sacrifice for the "White Walkers" to spare them. 


http://www.punchdrunkcritics.com/2014/01/analyzing-game-of-thrones-season-four.html

The Lord God gave His Son as a sacrifice, so that we could be spared. Wow! I would rather sacrifice myself than give away my baby, as I am sure most of the parents would. And this makes God's sacrifice so much more meaningful. He paid the highest possible price to have a relationship with us, His undeserving creation, and understanding this fact makes me cry as well, but this time, in gratitude and humbleness.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Whole Wheat Strawberry Muffins

Our good friend Meredith Stabler brought us a meal (amazing chili with corn bread) and dessert (rich chocolate Guinness cake and blueberry muffins) the other day and inspired me to make my own muffins. We didn't have blueberries, so I decided to use strawberries. I got the original recipe here and changed it a little. As a result - wonderful whole wheat strawberry muffins for a healthier breakfast!


For 12 muffins you will need:

- 1/4 cup vegetable oil
- 1/2 cup milk
- 1 egg
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 1 3/4 cup whole wheat flour
- 1 cup chopped strawberries

Directions:

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (or 190 degrees C).



2. Oil a 12-cup muffin tin or use paper liners.

3. In a small bowl, combine 1/4 cup vegetable oil, 1/2 cup milk, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract, and 1 egg. Beat lightly. 

4. In a large bowl, mix 1 3/4 cup flour, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon, 2 teaspoons baking powder and 1/2 cup sugar. Toss in 1 cup chopped strawberries and stir to coat with flour. 

5. Pour in milk mixture and stir together.

6. Fill muffin cups. Bake for 25 minutes or until the tops bounce back from the touch. 

7. Cool 10 minutes and remove from pans.

8. Enjoy!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Teach Your Child To Sleep Independently in 3 Days

It is 4:30 am. My husband is standing next to our son's cradle. 25 - that's how many times he has picked up and put down our fussy baby. I get up to replace him. Alex is crying again, and I lift him up. 26. He becomes quiet, and I lower him into his crib. This time, he is soundly asleep. Yes! Not too bad for the first night of us teaching him how to fall asleep in his own bed.

Every book and blog I have read on baby sleep told me that the secret to teaching your baby to fall asleep independently is to put him or her down while he/she is pretty sleepy, yet still awake. At that point, your baby is supposed to fall asleep on his own.

Sounds pretty easy, right? Except we didn't start as we meant to go on. When Alex was born, we couldn't keep our hands off of him. My mother who came for a month to help out was carrying him all the time as well. As a result, little Alex learned to fall asleep on somebody's chest rather than in his own bed. Even if he was asleep on my arms, he would wake up and start crying as soon as I lowered him. And now that he is 6 weeks old, we are finally working on undoing what we have inadvertently taught him during his first weeks of life.

This is how Alex prefers to sleep - on my chest

The Baby Whisperer book suggests picking up a crying baby, comforting (meeting his need), and putting him right back down. When he cries again, pick up, comfort, put down. Repeat. After 26 up-and-downs on the first night and only 2 on the second, Alex fell asleep all by himself yesterday! This baby had been used to falling asleep only in someone's arms and crying as soon as he was put down for 6 weeks, so changing his habit in only 3 short days is truly a miracle! There may be relapses into the old behavior, of course, but we are optimistic and will stick to the method. Next on our new parents' agenda - sleep through the night. We are up to a 5-hour stretch, which is great. Praying for a full night sleep to come soon!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Our HypnoBirthing Story

Have you heard a lot of birthing stories that made you absolutely terrified of the whole ordeal? Do you associate labor with fear and the worst pain that a woman can possibly experience? Then you might be in for a treat. I am an ordinary girl, with a pretty low pain tolerance, who delivered my baby drug-free less than three weeks ago. And I am ready to do it again. 

Three hours - that is how long it took our son, Alexander Allyn, to come into this world. Our life will never be the same again. He was born on February 27th, 2014 at 11:40 pm. His weight was 8.2 lbs, and his height was 20.5 in. A tiny bundle of joy that made us parents in addition to being a husband and a wife. 


I have a lot of friends who gave births with epidurals, and I was sure I would follow the same path. When we found out that we were expecting, we started thinking about a midwife instead of a doctor because of the cost. After reading stories of women who delivered naturally with a midwife and after considering that my own mother delivered both me and my sister naturally, I decided to do it. Moreover, one of my sisters-in-law was always for a natural delivery and even wanted to give birth at home. Reading her blog and talking to her only reinforced my desire for a natural delivery. 

We researched several birthing centers around Houston and chose Kathleen Vande Giessen from North Houston Birth Center. She had good reviews online, and, after meeting her, it was clear that she would be the perfect midwife for us. The birthing center was only 10 miles away from my work, so it was perfect for my prenatal appointments. Kathleen was the one who suggested a HypnoBirthing class for us to look into to prepare for delivery. Honestly, my husband was very skeptical about the whole thing. Hypnosis is known to be mostly for entertainment, and he did not perceive the method seriously. However, he was on board after the very first class. Many things made sense to him, as he has medical background. 

Briefly, HypnoBirthing method includes breathing and relaxation techniques to use during labor to ease pain and to work with your body. During the five classes we took, there was no detailed talk of "special circumstances," such as C-sections and forceps to get the baby out. Everything was very positive in order to take away the fear of the birthing process. We loved our instructor and practiced the breathing techniques and positive birthing affirmations along with the CD of Rainbow Relaxation. We listened to it every night as we went to bed, and I do not think I ever heard the ending. By the middle of the 30-minute tape, I was asleep. So was my husband.

My estimated delivery date was March 1st. My mother was flying in on February 28th, right before it. About two weeks before my due date, we started using natural remedies to induce labor. Some of them included smelling clary sage and lavender essential oils and applying acupressure to the "labor-inducing" spots around ankles. Nothing seemed to work, really, and I continued going to work. On February 27th, I went to my usual prenatal appointment after work, at around 4 pm, when the midwife finally checked me. She mentioned that checking alone might be able to jump start the labor. However, I was waiting for my mother to arrive the next day. I also had some important things to do at work the next morning. Finally, my mother's friend (who is an astrologist) said I would not deliver until March 3rd. Needless to say, I was not expecting anything.

On Thursday nights, we usually go to the Bible study class at our church at 6:30 pm. By 5:30 pm, I started feeling some cramping, but it was nothing too bad. My husband suggested to stay at home, but I desperately wanted company. I guess I subconsciously understood that there may be no company for a while after that night. We went, and I continued having surges (or contractions) throughout the class. I just kept changing positions on the chair and breathing through them. I was not too talkative during the class, but that's understandable. Apparently, I was in the early stages of labor.

On our way home, at 9 pm, my water broke. That is when the real pain came in. I remember thinking that I wanted an epidural really badly and that I would not be able to get it, since I would be delivering with a midwife. Sweet. We got home shortly after that (I never hated terrible asphalt of Dairy Ashford road or speed bumps more in my life), and all I wanted was to get into the bathtub. The water sounded really, really good at that point. My husband timed the surges, and they were one minute apart. I did not panic at all, even though they seemed to be pretty close. I vaguely remembered that women usually go to the hospital with contractions 3.5-4.5 minutes apart, but focusing on breathing through the surges took my mind off of this thought. David called our midwife, and she said to call her in a couple of hours. We had the Rainbow Relaxation CD on the background, and I kept catching phrases and thoughts rather sporadically. David kept timing my surges. 

After an hour (which felt more like 20 minutes to me), I asked my husband to check upon me. He said that I was crowning! David called my midwife again, and this time she said that we'd better be on our way if we did not want to deliver in the car. At that point, I wished we were delivering at home! Getting out of that warm water and driving somewhere was the last thing I wanted to do. However, we had to do it, and we left the house around 11 pm. It was such a blessing that our son decided to come at night. At any other time of day, the drive through Houston's traffic would be a nightmare. We got to the birthing center at 11:20 pm, and Alexander was born 20 minutes (and several birthing breaths) later. We really did not waste any time at the birthing center! 

The minute we held our son was the most magical moment of our lives. It was still impossible to comprehend that we were, at last, parents, but it felt great. We could not quite decide which name fit him, but about 10 minutes later, we both saw a little Alexander in him. 

HypnoBirthing method is definitely the way to go. I do not think I would have been able to go through labor without using the breathing and relaxation techniques that we had learned. We were praying for this child, and he came in a relatively comfortable and easy way. I pray that your delivery will be a positive and unforgettable experience, too!