Lucy Jane Grows: Two Month Stats

Those Wrist Rolls Though

Height: 23.62 inches (92.5%)
Weight: 12.7 pounds (85.81%)
Head Circumference: 15.75 inches (92.54%)

She's a weed! Growing all the time! She's put on almost half of her birth weight, in two months. She loves eating, so clearly she's our child. Plus, her head is in the 93 percentile, so clearly she's on the Davis family tree.

She's finally starting to get eyebrows and eyelashes, which is just the cutest. We also took her to Chinatown, and she has all sorts of fans within the Asian restaurant community.

We love our baby celebrity!

Lucy Jane Grows: One Month

That Sleepy Face Though

One month and I could cry. How has one month already passed?! 

We're obsessed with Lucy snuggles. She is just the most cuddly baby. Phil insists on letting her lay on his chest for about 30 minutes before he'll even consider laying her down to sleep at night. 

She is such a chatty Cathy. Always grunting and squealing. However, anytime we play music, she stop moving, stops grunting, and becomes incredibly still. It's so calming for her. 

I have to say that one of my favorite things is her giggle while she falls asleep. Already has the happiest dreams. 

We love our Goose. 

Lucy Jane Grows: One Week Stats

Rocking GG Pat's Sweater at One Week Old

Height: 19.75 inches (54%)
Weight: 8 pounds (67.67%)

Well folks, we managed to keep Lucy alive for an entire week.

We're loving her more and more. She's dropped a little weight since her birth, but the doctor says that's completely normal. She screams bloody murder at bath time, and has officially peed on the couch, pooped in the tub and all over me and the carpet.

Despite her explosive talent, we love her so much. She's so bright and alert. We're lucky to be her parents. 

Welcome to the World, Baby Lucy

Lucy Jane Crepeau, showing the world that she's a diva since day one. Her arrival may have been no picnic, but she's well worth the wait.

Lucy's original due date was December 20th. My mom came out a few days before, hoping to be there at the hospital with me. Days came and went. No progress. We walked for hours. We ate spicy food. We nested like you wouldn't believe. Nada. Zilch. Nothing. Zip. In fact, Lucy waited so long that my mom actually went home before she arrived. 

I originally told Phil that I would flip a lid if I was still pregnant on my birthday. Spoiler alert: 

Me: Approximately 41,000 Weeks Pregnant

I turned 28 and was more enormous than I ever hope to be again. (If you look closely in the picture, you can see my elephant feet). Then the 26th came and went too. No baby. Luckily the 27th was my scheduled induction date, but I've never had a longer day. They didn't get me into the hospital until 7:00 PM. I was about ready to go postal (maybe I did, Phil will have to confirm).

Let's just say that the nurse who called and told us that they had a bed for me may as well be in my will. I will forever love her. 

We showed up late at the hospital, with absolutely no plans for how things would go. I was just happy to finally have a light at the end of my swollen, bloated, pregnant tunnel. 

The Happiest Patient in the UWMC

My birth plan: Get this freaking toddler-sized baby (I may have thought she weighed like 11 pounds) out of me. 

Let's just say that it was a good thing I didn't have a firm plan. I had to be induced, so that brought all sorts of problems. Things started smoothly enough, I was progressing nicely. However, the ease didn't last long. My epidural stopped working (which means I had to get two more), and after hours of pain and labor, Lucy's heart rate and blood pressure kept dropping with each contraction. 

Nurses were in and out of our room. They'd flip me over, help me relax, leave, and then come back minutes later to do it all over again. I was especially nervous when we had about 10 members of the care team (nurses, attending physicians, residents, etc.) all run into the room at once. Obviously something wasn't right. 

The residents came back and said that they were recommending a C-section. Lucy's heart rate and pulse were dropping with each contraction. Although she'd be safe if I wanted to go the traditional route, there was no guarantee that she would even come out. 

At that point, I'd been in labor for about 16 hours. I shed plenty of nervous tears and told Phil that I was so anxious about everything. He reassured me that everything would be alright. I'd never been happier that he decided to pursue a career in medicine. He was such a great bridge between the doctors and me. I was more than scared (and more than done), so I told the doctors that I just wanted my baby. With a snap of the fingers, they prepped the OR and wheeled me in. 

The hospital staff were amazing! The anesthesiologist sat by my head, Phil on the other side, and the curtain went up. After they checked to make sure everything was numb, they went for it. (Obviously I'm a pansy and too squeamish to share the details). Minutes later, I heard the most beautiful baby cry. At first I was hesitant about seeing her before they had her all cleaned up. I don't do blood or bodily fluids very well. But as soon as I heard that cry, I had to meet my little girl. They held her up over the curtain and I lost it. My baby was finally here!!

Making Her Dramatic Debut

I told Phil to go be with our baby, and he snapped a bunch of pictures and helped the nurses clean her off. She was a solid 8 pounds 6 ounces, nice and chunky after an extra week in utero.

The Goose Herself

I could hardly wait to meet her for the first time. It was a feeling that I can't describe. She was already so full of life, and felt so familiar to me. I knew that she was going to be one of my greatest joys. 

Never Been Happier

Gerald Massey described my beautiful angel so well:  

"a sweet, new blossom of Humanity,

Fresh fallen from God's own home, 

to flower on earth."

She's here. She's beautiful. And most importantly, she's ours. We are so blessed. 

Reflective Ramblings

My thoughts about life lately:

1. Nothing is better than sleeping in a cold room under a warm blanket. Nothing. 
2. Co-workers will never be the same thing as real friends.
3. Pregnancy is much more exhausting than anyone let me believe. But feeling my baby kick is also one of the coolest things in the world. 
4. Having a husband in med school doesn’t mean I’m a “med school widow” and it’s not as bad as everyone led me to think.
5. Studying for the GMAT makes me feel both stupid and incredibly smart at the same time.
6. Clean spaces make me happy, regardless of how big the space is.
7. There is an amazing amount of good in the world, and people truly do want to look out for and love each other.
8. In contrast, there will always be people who will disappoint you.
9. President Monson tells the best stories.
10. Work, while fulfilling, will almost always be frustrating. I suppose that’s why it’s called work.
11. Traveling still makes me the happiest. Nothing makes me feel more alive than adventuring in a new place.
12. Family is the most important thing.
13. Discussing politics will almost never going to lead to a satisfying conclusion.
14. Medicine and healthcare are crazy expensive.
15. Homemade berry pie is the perfect taste of summer.
16. Being an adult is rough sometimes.
17. Additional responsibility rarely comes at a moment when you’re prepared. 
18. Some people have naturally beautiful faces. Not because they’re aesthetically pleasing, but because they radiate internal happiness.
19. Passion is contagious.
20. I could easily live in Stars Hollow.

Journeys through the Last Frontier

As some of you may be aware, Phil and I spent six weeks in Alaska for his internal medicine rotation. It was right after we found out I was pregnant, so I wasn't super adventurous. However, between morning sickness and massive amounts of Tums, we managed to sneak in some pretty amazing memories.

This place really is special, and not just because it never seemed to get dark when we were there.

Goose Lake... A Two Minute Walk from Our Condo

Wandering Like He Owns the Place

He Still Skips Rocks Like a Boy Scout

Oh Anchorage!

Philly the Squirrel Man

Moose Watch at the Wild Animal Park

This Was Right Before He Attacked His Brother.

Anchorage Temple Trip

Yurt Love in Talkeetna!

If You're Ever in Talkeetna, Eat Pancakes Here Please. 

Treading through the Icy Waterfalls

Gorgeous!

The Best Salmon I've Ever Eaten!

Homemade Ice Cream Sold in a Shed

A Little Perspective on the Size of Moose Antlers

Glaciers on Glaciers. 

The Crepeau Explorers

We Ate All the Seafood

Fish and Garlic Fries, with a Side of Clam Chowder

Seward through the Mist, Right Before We Saw the Cutest Otter

The Closest We Got to Eskimos

Memories of Moscow

Now that we're settled in Seattle, I thought it would be a good time to write my favorite memories and highlights of our home in Idaho.

Before we moved, I certainly did my fair share of complaining about Idaho. But looking back, I realize how many amazing memories and blessings those eighteen months were for Phil and me. So, for future posterity's sake, here are the best parts of Moscow, ID.

1. The People! I think this may be true in about every place I've lived, but the people we met in Idaho are such dear friends to me now. Everyone from Phil's classmates to our ward (especially my beautiful young women class) to our WWAMI moms... All incredible! I can't imagine my life without these beautiful souls.
2. The Food. Is it bad that I'm putting this second on the list? Seriously though, Moscow (as with most college towns) had some of the best restaurants ever! Still no Cafe Rio, but maybe someday... And nothing beats living about four minutes away from a Win Co. 
3. The Small Town Charm. Locally owned restaurants, bookstores, consignment shops. Moscow really had the small town charm going for it. Where can you still find a town with a travel agency right next to a video store? Or a town that holds an entire celebration just for lentils? Like a good old fashioned blast from the past. 
4. The Pastoral Panoramas. The U of I campus highlighted all things rural, from a beautiful, secluded arboretum, to a barn, to a pasture with sheep. I'll definitely miss our family walks to see the little lambs. 

Now, while Moscow had many endearing qualities, it certainly had some quirks that made life interesting. 

1. Trucks and Subarus. This town certainly had a stark divide. Phil and I called it the truck or Subaru division. There's the Second Amendment defenders driving their trucks and wearing their Wranglers, who live right next door to the Sanders supporting, Birkenstock wearing, recycling gang. Polar opposites that don't seem to get along, and yet they seem to peacefully co-exist. 
2. Snow Plowing Optional. I'm not sure how anyone drives during winter in Moscow. Plowing the streets and parking lots seems to be a low priority. As in, our parking lot got plowed maybe once the entire winter, and the streets by our apartment wouldn't get plowed until they were packed into ice... In which case plowing simply becomes scraping marks into the top layer of the ice. Oh, and they don't use salt, so the ice is there to stay until spring. 
3. One Way Streets. I've never been in a town where driving was more confusing. Maybe I got too used to the grid system in Utah. But I could still easily get lost in Moscow (especially on the side streets). Tell me this, who really thinks a one way street is a good idea anyway? 

Oh Moscow... You're full of such great memories.