Life with a Kid

I'm sitting here enjoying a plate of osh from our neighbors on a plate that I had given to them with something on it at an earlier time. The other day I wondered where this plate had disappeared to and had no recollection of giving it out. Hooray for the system here of getting a plate back with some sort of food on it. Never, ever will a dish be returned empty. Being foreigners here, and those with an American sweet tooth, most plates that we return to others have things such as cookies, brownies, cupcakes, bread, and cinnamon rolls. Notice a sugar theme anyone? And even the bread, which to us is just plain white bread, is sweet to them and sometimes referred to as "cakes."

But that's not really the driving force behind this blog post. Just a little cultural insight. This time I wanted to share some of the things we've noticed since we moved back home here with Michael. These are in no particular order, just stream of conscience typing.

• His middle name gets more recognition and is easier to remember than his first name. Thank you Alexander the Great.
• When he yawns, a national will "catch" the yawn in their hand and "throw" it away behind them. When asked about it, it's just tradition is what we've been told. No meaning.
• It's really odd when we take him outside in winter since he's so young. And everyone is worried about him being cold. Even when he looks like the Michelin tire man, they are still concerned about how warm he is. And he must always have a hat on. We break that rule in our house, but know it must go on if we're walking outside.
•  At night when he's obviously tired and ready to go to bed, they will pull a thread off their clothing and tuck it in a fold in his. Pretty sure this somehow is intended to keep away the negative energy/bad spirits, but need to do some more exploring on this one.
• Since I'm feeding him myself, apparently fruits are crucial to eat. Twice when going to the bazaar to see my fruit and veggie selling friends, I came home loaded down with apples, pomegranates, oranges, pears, and a banana.

 More things are bound to stand out as time goes on, but that's what we've noticed for the first 2+ months of his life. Oh, and he's a hit with our neighbors. We've noticed that our landlord, his wife, and their daughter come by much more frequently than before he arrived. What can we say...we've got a local star on our hands apparently!

Christmas 2012

Merry Christmas from our town!

Christmas and New Years have obviously come and gone. We're currently in the capital welcoming some new teammates...hooray! They arrived New Years Eve and are doing well. They're such good sports about letting us...well, mostly Matt...drag them all around the city to show them some of the places we tend to frequent when we're in town.

Christmas day it was absolutely great to be back in our town. Hooray for a place to call home and for being able to be there! We didn't have much planned this year, though I'm sure we'll develop more traditions as Mikey gets older (and yes, we do still call him Mikey, though we've also started calling him Michael...and a teammate is calling him Alexander...poor kid's gonna have to get used to answering to a long list of names it seems like).

We do traditionally have creamed eggs for breakfast. Well, as of last Christmas this is part of our tradition. Matt thinks it's great because it's the one day each year that he knows he doesn't have to fix breakfast...I think "epic" may have been the word he used to describe it. We picked up this tradition from my days in Zambia with the Davis and Scott families. Good times carried around the world!

If you can't tell, those are bell and Christmas tree-shaped biscuits.

We read the Christmas story, both from the Bible and from a children's book called The Jesus Storybook (highly recommended!). We opened a few gifts, then spent the afternoon delivering cookies! I made star and angel sugar cookies to give away to friends, along with a handwritten explanation of the importance of those 2 signs in the Christmas story. It's fun sharing the reason to celebrate with others! And as a plus, it gave me some good language practice since I haven't been focusing on that much the past few months. And it also was a test to see if people could read my Cyrillic cursive handwriting. They could...score!

This lady was soooo excited when she found out we were expecting. She was worried about me as I developed, and about him already. She also sweetly asked about his grandparents saying they must miss him (which they definitely do). What a sensitive lady to be blessed with in our lives.

Pardon the burp cloth under his head. This kid has decided that spitting up and drooling can occur at any time, so this is our best line of defense.

Our neighbor and friend had a son in late August, so these 2 fellas are just a few months apart. Can't wait to see them grow up together! Oh, and his mom is the one in the picture above.

First Christmas with Michael! Add in a couple college sweatshirts and we're having a cozy Christmas day!

Giving Thanks

I know...Thanksgiving has come and gone. Over the past several weeks, we've had much to give thanks for. Obviously, there's Mikey. And there's definitely having a marriage that ROCKS and, for me personally, a husband who I get to watch and experience living a life that reflects Christ more and more as time goes on.

But this year we had the special privilege of getting to spend time with both of our parents before our son arrived.

Out to lunch at a nearby mall with my parents.

My mom and Matt working on a puzzle. When we picked it out we didn't think about all the dark areas being so hard...whoops!

Matt's parents catching up on their reading.

And of course we couldn't help but be thankful that all four grandparents were around to spend some time with their first grandchild (on both sides...I sense a "well-loved" child in our possession).

On Thanksgiving Day, we didn't have a single thing planned, so we made one of our favorite meals and thoroughly enjoyed a treat from America...DR. PEPPER!!!!

Check out those little bottles of liquid heaven...pardon me while I wipe drool off the keyboard.

We got together with some people in Istanbul on Saturday to have the full Thanksgiving spread. And man was it delicious! We took our camera, but got so caught up in conversation and delicious food that we didn't take a single picture to put on here, so you'll just have to take our word for it that the day was awesome.

These are just a few of the things we have been thankful for recently. Hope you've been able to find things to be thankful for in your own life...and that it isn't limited to Thanksgiving Day.

Labor Story

Every birth is different, or so I've been told. And this definitely seems to be the case. When hearing stories of other ladies who have given birth in Turkey, I had my hopes for a speedy, starting-on-its-own delivery.

My doctor was concerned about high blood pressure kicking in for me since my first visit to her at 21 weeks. And let me tell you, I LOVE this lady! She has been nothing but informative, patient, and eager to help both Matt and me as we journeyed through our first pregnancy, and her English and beside manner are both superb. When I was at 39 weeks, she let me know that she didn't want me going into the 41st week. She talked us through all the risks that could be involved if my blood pressure went high and said that she planned to induce a few days after the due date if I didn't go into labor on my own. After apologizing for even feeling the need to suggest it, she then asked the question that I would imagine any parent would want their doctor to ask them: "Are you okay with this?"

And our answer was a resounding "yes." We trusted her, and that means sooooo much. Would it be nicer to not induce? Definitely. But did we want to run risks by continuing to carry? Not at all.

November 3rd came and went, and so did November 4th. On the 5th, we went to see her with our hospital bag and 5 liters of water in tow. She checked me out and sent me on to the hospital. By this point I was already at 3 cm, so the process was happening. Just not at any sort of speed.

By 11:30 I was admitted and induction had begun. We were in a shared room, which we didn't expect, but there was a curtain around each of the 3 beds in the room. Around 2:30 my doctor came to check on things. I had dilated some more, and she broke my water to speed up the process. That was a strange sensation! By the time the nurse returned with the stick used to break water, my doctor had already done it with her hands. She's a sneaky thing! But I'm so grateful she did that instead of using the tool. That would have done a number on my mind.

Around 4:30 we moved into a delivery room. At this point the contractions really ramped up. They hadn't been too much of a problem and were definitely manageable. But now they were zapping me for everything I had, which apparently wasn't much, and they were back-to-back-to-back.

Yes, I cried.

The nurses did another check on me around 6:00, asking if I wanted an epidural. I said no. Then within 5 minutes called them back in and asked for it. When the anesthesiologist arrived, he was a really, really nice man who spoke pretty good English. Hooray for English speakers! He did inform me several times that it's better to do the epidural at 4-5 cm, but he said that he could still do it now. Apparently I must have asked for it at the last possible moment.

Right after getting the epidural. Didn't even realize that Matt took this picture. Sneaky husband!

He got that all set up, and by 6:30 it was kicking in. My doctor came in soon after this and said things were looking good. When I asked her about the pressure I felt "down there," she said "that's your body's way of telling you it's time to start pushing." Things started speeding up at this point. By 7:00 the pushing process started, and at 7:30 Michael Alexander Mitchell made his debut!

Of course, there had to be an odd part of this story. During the half hour of pushing (can I please tell you how happy I am that it was only 30 min. and not the 2 hours that many others in my shoes would have done!), a lady came barging in. Let me remind you, all is visible at this point! So much for modesty and privacy. She was yelling at my doctor for taking her shoes from the prep room!!! What a shocker that was! My doctor stood up and talked with her trying to get her out quickly. Can't say I've never heard of a scenario like that!

Alright, we know that newborns can't smile. But doesn't this seem like such an awesome father-son picture? :)

So welcome Mikey! We're still figuring out everything, but in a week and a half of life, he's gotten pretty good at eating and are a champion sleeper once he goes to sleep. We love him bunches, and are looking forward to the many adventures that we get to experience now that we are a family of 3.

Lil' Bit is a...

BOY!!!!!

On Monday, Nov. 5, Lil' Bit arrived in our arms. Craziness! But so nice. :)

He weighed in at 3070 grams (that's about 6 lb. 12 oz.) and 51 cm (20 in.). We couldn't be happier.

 More about having a baby over here later...for now, a brief nap while we can.

Welcome Home!

Wow! After 3 months away from home, we've made it back for one week before having to leave again for another few months.

The first month out was spent on getting a doctor's check-up for Lil' Bit and taking some vacation time. As we were in the process of getting back to our country, we heard about some trouble going on in our town which resulted in the leaving of all the western foreigners from there. We then sat in the capital for the next 2 months, at one point losing all hope of me getting to come home at all before leaving the country for Lil' Bit's birth.

After some promising rumors and news, and our teammates making the flight home, we decided to give the road trip a try. Not only have we been blessed with some new wheels to use, but the road seems to be increasingly getting better and better. Admittedly, our song may change come winter when the natural elements have their way, but for this drive, we were astonished with how smoothly and quickly it went. In our minds, 16 hours is a good trip. This time, the total driving time was 13 1/2 hours. Not too shabby!

We stopped to stay with some national friends on the way up, which was great to see them again, although Matt got told that he got fat on vacation and I was asked if I forgot the language. Oh well!

But getting home was soooo much better than what I could have imagined. Part of me was mentally prepared for the worst, having no idea what kinds of things we would see as a result of what kept us out for 2 months. Plus, our teammates came back to some difficult housing deals in some sense because of the shape that they found their house in.

We, however, came back to the royal treatment! Even though our landlord's family had been living in our house while we were gone, the only way we could tell that now is that things are in better shape than when we left in June. The furniture in the family room has been rearranged, but it looks and feels much more homier now with their arrangement. Plus, it's perfectly set up to move the desk out of our bedroom and into the family room, making room for Lil' Bit's bed in the warm bedroom (since we'll be coming back in winter).

They were in the process of finishing up cleaning the house. Do I clean the house? Um...moving right along now...

Things that were out in the kitchen had been put into cabinets, and one cabinet had even been rubber-banded shut (by them, not me!) so as to signal not to get into that stuff.

They had prepared some goat, and rewarmed it for us. We then sat outside on a gorgeous day and started catching up on life that we had missed. A lot happened while we were out, and the main reason it was such a big deal for me to get back up here was to not miss out on hearing people's hearts as they talked about life, hopefully being able to respond accordingly and with words of hope and encouragement.

Plus, they brought over a jar of freshly pasteurized milk from their own cow. Perfect!

And, to top all this off as a great welcome home, our teammates were super helpful and had planned lunch for us as well so that coming off the road trip would be that much easier. What great people we are surrounded by!

Language Comprehension

Being stuck in our capital due to unrest at our home has made for yet another loooooong stay here. But with it have come a few perks. One is that there are actual, legitimate restaurants here. Yes, please, I'll enjoy that while it's available.

Another is that, for the most part, Matt and I have been pleasantly surprised by our language abilities, even after not studying it for 2 months (one month for vacation and baby check-ups, and the second month due to being unsettled and stressed). But within the last week alone, about 3 different people have commented on how good my language is. Do I think they're mostly just being kind? Most definitely. But for someone who likes words of encouragement, I'll take any that come along!

The fun part of learning another language, and being in an area where it's spoken widely, is being able to pick up on what people are saying when they aren't even talking to you. The other day we went to get a vehicle from the office to go around town, and the gate was blocked by a car parked just outside of it. There probably was enough room to fit our vehicle through, but Matt wasn't positive, so the guard went to find someone who could move the car.

He returned with several men. A few of them got into one car that was parked in front of the gate and drove away, but it wasn't the one that was making the driving space tight. I stayed out by the gate (yep, call me nosy) trying to see who was going to drive the blocking car away, when I could have sworn that one man kept saying the verb "to throw." But since this didn't make sense in the context, I figured that my understanding was just off.

After realizing (probably a little late) that I was the only gal around there and that my husband wasn't there, I went over to Matt to get in our vehicle, quickly making a glance over my shoulder.

"Matt! Turn around! You've just GOT to see this!"

Sure enough, about 5 men were bouncing the car that was in the way so that they could lift it and move it over a few inches! Oh, the times to have had a video camera on hand...

And guess what...I heard correctly. They were planning on "throwing" the car...hooray for comprehension!