Incredibly, Quentin is one month old today. The time has at once flown and dragged painfully by (3am feedings, I’m looking at you) through this period of what someone dear recently, and very appropriately, described as “bootcamp.” Certainly we’re experiencing both extreme psychological and physical challenges, though there is more muscle atrophy than muscle building happening currently.
As some of you know, Quentin’s birth was not an easy one. Certainly very few birth stories are especially easeful, but ours was one for the books. I wanted to take a moment today to thank all of you, my dear ones, who gathered around us in those early days, and those special few whose sustained support has been invaluable in the weeks since. I had grand visions of sending out proper thank you cards to each of you angels, but all hopes of that have flown to the wind along with such … Continue reading
On September 9th, we welcomed Quentin Thomas Dubail, a big healthy boy at 8 lbs, 10 oz and 21 inches long. He’s such a special little being, and we’re completely enamored already.
Photo credit: Hannah Wahl
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They call it an estimated due date. Yet after 40 weeks of responding to seemingly endless “When are you due?” inquiries, one does tend to put more weight than is strictly prudent on said date. For us, yesterday was that day. September 3rd. The great Response. But instead of having a baby (in fairness, only 5% of women give birth on their due date), I spent the day tidying up for the umpteenth time and engaging in a bit of light pruning. I’m fairly sure that in my case, the so called “nesting” period right before labor will be difficult to recognize since I’ve already been spied on a step-stool, scrubbing the bathroom ceiling. Yeah.
At any rate, I thought this might be a good time to give you a look at a project I recently completed for the nursery. Designed on a whim, and completely hand-sewn, this little mobile … Continue reading
Undeniably, there is a certain gravitas to the hugely pregnant belly. It demands respect by virtue of its very existence, its ponderous curvature. It exudes an aura of eminent, profound transition, as a physical manifestation of this ever changing life.
I am fortunate enough to count among my close friends two unbelievably talented photographers, who honored Jacob and I with the gift of maternity photos. Though I have rarely felt less photogenic, I am eternally grateful for their kindness in documenting this incredible time for us.
This first set of photos is from the incomparably lovely and ridiculously accomplished Mercia Moseley.
After suffering through the majority of a summer that has blistered the Northwest with record high heat, we finally bit the bullet and bought a pass to our local outdoor swimming pool. Good gracious, I can’t imagine why we waited so long. (Until now, I’ve been surviving solely … Continue reading
There are periods, things, events in life that overwhelm me with their significance to the point that I find myself utterly lost for words, unable to distill the sheer immensity, depth, complexity into a finite collection of letters. Our wedding was such an event. The past seven months of pregnancy have been such a time. Now in my eighth month, I can feel this time drawing to a close and I know I will kick myself in the future if I don’t attempt to give it even the most fleeting description here. So forgive this vain attempt, this rambling yet also inadequate pass at something resembling an account.
Though I am a trained doula, and though I have educated myself ad nauseam on the subjects of pregnancy and birth, there are pieces that can only be truly understood when they occur in ones own body. I couldn’t have imagined the … Continue reading