Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

It’s been awhile and I know what you were thinking: The Mini-Johnson Blog is dead. Well you were wrong my friend. The MJB was just taking a vacation but due to the recent arrival of Piper Belle Johnson, we’ve decided to blow off the dust, gas up the engine and fire this puppy up!

Now I don’t know how many people actually read this, and frankly I don’t care. Towards the end of the last MJB run I realized that this blog wasn’t so much about informing the masses as it was about recording a time in my life that passes all too quickly and often in the haze of exhaustion. So please excuse my rambling and tangents as they may seem odd and unnecessary to you, but to me they are memories that I document now so to be able to relive them later.

Now on to the update!

First I’ll start with Maddie since she was the star of this story, and it seems only fair to introduce new characters as gently as possible. Maddie is almost three now, and all-in-all is a pleasure to be around.

That’s not to say she doesn’t have her moments:

• Screaming “No!” when she doesn’t get her way
• Getting out of bed 1,2,3,4,5 times to use the bathroom but never actually going
• Asking “why?” 300 times a day

but the negatives are far overshadowed by the positives:

• Walking into our bedroom asking to snuggle
• Saying the cutest things like “glue will fix anything Daddy”
• Singing “Twinkle Twinkle” to her little sister
• And hundreds of other things...

Maddie is a great little girl (but perhaps I am just biased): She can play on her own and with others. She not only say “please,” “thank you” and “I’m sorry” but understands the reason behind saying them. She is intelligent and able to make connections you don’t expect from a almost 3 year old. But most important, she has a kind heart.

Maddie is the type of child that makes me proud of myself.

And then there were two.

Now on to the catalyst for the revival of the MJB, Piper Belle Johnson (or our little PBJ). If you haven’t heard, PBJ was born five weeks early on Father’s Day, June 19th 2011. She was 18” long and 5lbs 8oz.

Here is a quick timeline of the “Marathon Birth” as I experienced it:

Thursday, June 16th: Dianne goes into the hospital but is told that it’s just a false alarm and returns home.

Friday, 11am: I receive a call at work from Dianne that her water just broke and her friend Katie is driving her to the hospital. I freak out and race to the ferry to miss the bout by two minutes. I head back to work and gather all of the stuff I forgot, and catch the next ferry.

12:30: I Catch the ferry. Call family and friends. Stop freaking out.

2:30: Get to the hospital and see Dianne. She is doing well, pain is at a 2 (from 1 to 10, 10 meaning the baby is coming ASAP).

3:30: We wait. We eat. We call family.

4:30: We wait. We eat. We call family.

5:30: We wait. We eat. We call family.

6:30: We wait. We eat. We call family.

On and on and on...

Skip ahead 40 hours. And some point Kay and Minna (Dianne’s Mom and Sister-in-law) come up from Oregon and help out. Minna is a doll and watches Maddie (who was with our friends the Karosichs and then the Matthews who were both awesome during this whole shin-dig), and Kay and I tag-team help Dianne with all she needs. My Mom and Sister also come down and help us out with odd’s and end’s plus helping clean the house.

Sunday, 7am: Dianne is doing great, no meds and her pain is at about a 7.

8:06am: Dianne say her pain just reached a 9, so we call the doctor and I step out to use the restroom thinking we have about 1 hour left (based on when Maddie was born).

8:08am: I get a text message saying “Come Back Quick.” So I come back quick.

8:09am: I get to the room and it is pandemonium. Nurses are running around, the doc is telling Dianne to not push yet, they’re not ready. I wiggle my way to Dianne, Kay and I hold her hands and she gives one push and Blamo! The baby is here, not 45 seconds after I came in the room.

Piper Belle was born but we weren’t out of the woods yet. After Dianne got to snuggle with her for about a minute, PBJ was rushed to the nursery because it is common for premies to not be have there lungs fully developed. For awhile we thought that she was going to be flown to Tacoma or Harborview which was freaking me out, but she is a little trooper and was doing just fine.

Over the next week, Piper stayed in the nursery and we stayed in the hospital checking in on her every three hours or so. Initially, she was kept on oxygen, being heated and fed through an IV. Slowy over the week, the cut back the oxygen till they turned it off completely. Dianne started breast feeding and eventually the IV was shut-off. And finally she was moved out of the incubator. On Saturday the 25th, we took her home.

That time for Dianne and I is a blur, time seemed to stand still and we were constantly tired/scared/happy/everything else. We had some amazing support from our friends, family and employers. Not to mention the fantastic staff at Harrison Silverdale.

Our little family unit is now at home and doing great. I’ll have another post soon on life at home with two kids. Hint: more poop.