Abby, David, Elias & Marin

Snowblown

2012-01-29T15:32:00.007-09:00

One Saturday, two kiddos, a dog and 12 inches of new snow ...

... and this one's for mom. Yes, that's the perma-berm on top of the Suby.

Oh, and one last parting shot:

Xmas day(s)

2011-12-26T14:08:00.000-09:00

Happy Holidays to you!

2011-12-18T15:48:00.007-09:00

Elias (3 1/2 years) and Marin (2 1/2 months)

And another makes four in the family

2011-10-21T11:49:00.001-08:00

This post is long overdue, and for that I apologize.

But without further delay, we are very proud to introduce baby girl Marin Hunter Lowell born on Oct. 3. She weighed in at 7 pounds, 9 ounces and was 20 inches long.

She is a beauty and a blessing in all ways.

I don't have time at the moment to share the birth story, but it will be forthcoming. I promise it is just as exciting and surprising as Elias' birth, and it's fair to say, it was certainly nothing like we expected.

In the meantime, here are some photos of the last few weeks. I apologize for the quality; I've had only my iPhone handy.

My walk on the False Outer Point Trail the afternoon of Oct. 1. It was beautiful. That night at 2 a.m., I went into labor.

Fresh Marin, barely 24 hours old.

Elias is such a proud big brother.

Sleeping at two weeks old.

... and my personal favorite ...

The waiting game

2011-09-25T16:01:00.003-08:00

D-day.

It's a recipe for failure. The big due date, that is. A date etched in gold and studded with precious gems, revered so highly that it hovers above a pregnant woman's head for 10 months like the freaking carrot of the gods on the end of a stick. It's scribbled all over medical charts, circled in bright colors on your calendar and set as an all-day event on your iPhone (maybe even with a reminder, as if you'd ever forget).

At the same time, it's easy to dismiss the statistic which states that only 5 percent of women deliver on their due date - especially when I delivered my first born virtually on time.

It's also simple to mentally wave aside the stories from women describing how excruciating it is to wait ... and wait ... and wait. And to hear how many different things they tried to induce labor as the days ticked, ever so slowly, past.

But not anymore. I am one of those women.

Now, five days past my due date and still pregnant, I'm fighting hard to mentally "stay in the game." And it's not an easy game to play.

Rule number one: Stay busy. Folks, after the house is immaculate and the "nesting" urge has worn off due to sheer exhaustion, it's time to get creative. Literally. So, I took up knitting; it's scary. I'm about as adept at knitting as our obese cat Simon is licking his backside.

Rule number two: Do not answer your cell phone or respond to texts. It only invites more correspondence.

Rule number three: Get after it. That's right, it's time to get hiking, walking, jumping or anything else that reminds the body that you are still (for some reason) hauling around at least thirty pounds of extra-ness. Other things that induce labor are highly recommended - though not that castor oil crap. One word: explosive.

Rule number four: Prepare for the worst. Now that the due date is in the past, it's safe and a preservation of sanity to brace for what could mean another two weeks of pregnancy. In reality, what's two more weeks, right? Right.

So, you may ask, how have I been doing with following through with these "rules?"

Oh we've hiked and walked - me often while carrying Elias on my back. I've knitted three and a half hats and a pair of mittens. We cut down some trees in our back yard and somehow convinced the heater to crap out by merely starting up.

But, we've stayed busy. We toured the local fish hatchery with Elias' preschool class. We've taken the dog around the neighborhood and played at the local park. There've been dinners out, homemade dinners in and lots, and lots of playing games and doing crafts.

Today, with the sun blaring in what is likely a fleeting day of sunshine, we headed out for some vitamin D and endorphins (which, I've been told, help induce labor).

Elias, my mom and me hiked the Nugget Falls Trail by the Mendenhall Glacier. Fall was certainly in full bloom as Mount McGinnis rose high into a crystaline sky. It was tipped with fresh snow that faded into the muskeg which blared brigh in crimson and marigold. Alders, now in full yellow, danced along the Mendenhall Lake shoreline and moss glowed bright green after days of rain.

Even with a belly full of baby, I had a smile on my face. What a day to be alive!

Some arts and crafts with baking in the background.

Watching the seal hunt fish at DIPAC fish hatchery.

Trust, even if it means a lot of rain and a little pain

2011-09-12T14:24:00.003-08:00

The other day I could have sworn I found webbing between my toes.

Perhaps I’m adapting to the excessive rainfall we’ve recently experienced, or perhaps, it’s another lovely — though rare — symptom of pregnancy.

Who knows; it’s not like I’ve seen much of my feet in a few months anyway.

But getting back to the rain; to say we’ve gotten a lot of it lately is a gross understatement. While most regions measure rainfall in inches, mostly in the single digits, we measure rainfall in feet. Fact: Rainfall in our region nearly outpaces me in height. At 5 feet 2 inches tall, I’ve got only two inches on our yearly average.

I trust Mother Nature, though. Rainfall in Southeast is vital and it all happens for a reason. Moisture nourishes rainforest ecology, it flushes fresh water to the ocean and helps anadromous fish “sniff” their way home. And when we endure a particularly rough and soggy patch, it seems she (I assume Mother Nature is a “she”) rewards Juneauites in one way or another.

This trust in the natural ways of the world extends into pregnancy, as well. Soon, I’ll be rewarded for 10 months of hard work; my due date is nearly here. Before long my body will be swept away into an athletic feat that dances a primitive and instinctual path. No, that path is not necessarily a pleasant one. There’s work — a lot of work — and often a lot of pain. I trust, however, the reward will come and everything associated with labor happens for a reason.

That’s why I’ve chosen prepare for the athletic feat of labor over the course of my pregnancy. I’ve run, hiked, walked, biked, yoga-ed and fished my way to fit. And that’s why I’ve chosen to go the natural route — free of pain medication and unnecessary interventions — the way women have done it for millions of years and the way nature intended.

Through exercise, I learned there are huge benefits that come from bucking long-held beliefs that women should “take it easy” while pregnant. For a while I topped out my running mileage at nearly 35 miles per week. I ran up and down mountains, I captained a skiff and gutted fish, I toted a toddler up and down stairs and I did it all without blinking an eye. As a result, my blood pressure is still within normal ranges, my weight gain is at 32 pounds — right on target — and I’ve experienced a completely healthy pregnancy by all accepted standards.

There are also huge benefits to choosing a natural labor and childbirth. Today’s medical interventions, while commonplace, come with an array of pros and cons. Take the medication Demerol, for example. This medication is used regularly in today’s laboring women, I know because I begrudgingly accepted it during labor with my first child. It is a member of the opiate family and is given to laboring women to “take the edge off.” This alone is the overarching benefit of the medication. In contrast, I counted 13 disadvantages and side effects for both to the mother and child. According to the American Pregnancy Association, mothers who accept medications in the opiate family may suffer from nausea, vomiting, itching, dizziness, sedation, decreased gastric motility, loss of protective airway reflexes and hypoxia due to respiratory depression. Babies of mothers who are given these types of drugs may suffer from central nervous system depression, respiratory depression, impaired early breastfeeding, altered neurological behavior and a decreased ability to regulate body temperature. And those are the known side effects.

As a result of these side effects, the natural course of labor can be disrupted; it is, after all, a finite symphony of hormones and neurological events that kick off and keep labor moving forward.

My labor, like so many others, stalled as a result. This prompted the offering of another drug called Pitocin, which is often used to produce stronger and more frequent contractions. I accepted this medication, as well; I trusted my caregivers, as all mothers should, but I wasn’t prepared for the full extent of the consequences.

The contractions produced are not only stronger, but they also feel synthetic. I struggled though one after the other and as I did so, I imagined my baby was also likely reeling from the new and foreign pressure being exerted on his tiny body.

I was then offered an epidural. I declined. It was offered again. I declined again. But the nurses and doctors were worried about my strength. I was, after all, working hard. And I still had to push my baby out. Finally, I accepted. I slept.

But, as I did, my baby likely did not. It was certainly still feeling the pressure of the Pitocin-induced contractions and that tiny human endured more than I like to think about.

As a result of the epidural, I suffered the same side effect that plagues most laboring mothers — my labor stalled again. I was given more Pitocin. My baby suffered more.

I could elaborate further, but I believe my point is being made — many interventions are not absolutely needed. It’s only after the use of one, that the other is required. The use of them in normal situations creates a domino effect that, for many, ultimately leads to the need for a cesarean delivery.

I was not one of those cases. My baby boy was born healthy and seems to be unaffected by the interventions. But I was lucky.

Cesarean rates in the United States are high. I believe it is because interventions have become commonplace.

In contrast, giving birth naturally allows for many more options and benefits when it comes to the overall experience of birth. The mother is able to tap into her instincts and “listen” to what her body may need. She is not tethered to machines by tubes and electric cords — she is free to move and labor in any position she deems comfortable. Take an athlete, for example. The very best are those that can take cues from their body. If it hurts, they stop. Or, if the pain is there for a reason, they don’t take medication to dull it, they practice coping mechanisms to push the pain threshold further. The same is true with laboring mothers. When a mother is managing her pain naturally, she is able to give her body and baby whatever is needed in a given moment. Certainly, if adjustments need to be made for the health and safety of the mother or baby, it’s important to accept that plans change.

This time around I’ve made every arrangement possible to experience a natural birth. I accept it won’t be easy, but few great things in this world are obtained without a fair amount of work. Plus, I trust that my body knows how to birth. Having modern medicine at our fingertips is vitally important for a multitude of reasons, but I’ll leave it for the true emergencies, because having a baby is not often a reason to panic.

Women around the world have been successfully bringing their babies into this world for centuries. I trust mothers in today’s society can do the same.

And, I trust Mother Nature — even if it means a lot of rain and a little pain.

Finding the mind to taper

2011-08-19T09:10:00.001-08:00

One thing I’ve never been good at is slowing down.

When my midwives gently told me it was time to think about tapering my exercise regime, I nodded in agreement. On the inside, however, I was wondering how I’d turn this recommendation into reality.

You see, I’m the multitasking type. It’s a trait that suits me well both professionally and in my personal life. (I’ll refrain here from sharing the — mostly — mundane duties of mothering and keeping up a household) And exercising, is no exception. While out for a run I’ll organize to-do lists, brainstorm writing ideas and hash out problems. It’s rare my mind is at rest.

Hence, the thought of slowing down wasn’t exactly a welcome one.

So, I went for a run.

The day was cool as the thick tongue of the Perseverance Trail lolled out before me. Sun filtered through the cloud cover high above and cast golden reflections off newly discarded cottonwood leaves. They danced along the ground on an invisible breeze.

I hadn’t noticed the silent arrival of fall. It had slipped in like an unseen roommate and hunkered down on Southeast’s doorstep, seemingly overnight.

A tinge of sadness and excitement filled me as I wound my way next to the rocky cliffs above Gold Creek. Summer was ending. But winter, with it’s own unique opportunities, was just around the corner.

I realized it’s not always easy to let go of the things we’ve come to embrace, the habits that form as a result and, perhaps above all, the slow, forward march of time.

But it’s inevitable.

For me, it’s a matter of balancing the logical with the desirable — a feat not easily done for most, I think.

Certainly, exercise is a good thing. But, as my midwives reminded me, the third and final trimester of pregnancy is a time for slowing down, for preparation and relaxation. The logical side of me understands this, but my other side desires to push forward, to continue running as long as possible; there is something satisfying about being able to say “yes” to all those “are you still running?” questions.

Like the leaves that will continue to slowly fade from lime green to golden, it’s not something that has to happen overnight. But I realized it does — and will — continue to do so. Personally, I too have to accept change. A slower pace will benefit not only myself, but also my baby.

The next day, as if the governing forces had reached a unanimous agreement, my mind was made up for me. I rolled out of bed with aching hips and newly sore muscles.

“That’s weird,” I thought. “I haven’t done any new exercises. Why would I suddenly be so sore?”

Outside, the sun of the day before had disappeared. In its place was a torrential downpour so thick it obscured the neighboring homes as if they were draped in fog.

The rain lasted for days. And the soreness, as it turns out, was a result of my hip bones beginning to slightly spread — medically, it’s termed diastasis symphysis. While not serious in my case, I was informed it’s not something to aggravate.

In the meantime, my hip sensitivity has hung around with the rainfall.

It seems my body and Mother Nature felt the need to seal the deal; slowing down was no longer a question, it was a reality.

Despite this, I’m still getting out. Running is rare, for any extended length of time, at least. Instead, I’m hiking and walking (my husband so cleverly calls it the “wike” — some of you may remember the “rike”?) And, I’ve decided to let the weather dictate my schedule. With rain dominating the forecast, I’m certain to get more than a few days of recovery time.

•••

Week-by-week:

This week's mileage: 13.21 miles.
Outings: 3.
Pregnancy stage: 36 weeks.

'Riking' and the right of way

2011-08-05T10:54:00.003-08:00

As soon as I think I’ve heard it all, I’m proven wrong.

“You’re still running?” many have said.

“You ran how many miles yesterday?” is what I’ve heard from others.

Or, one of my personal favorites, “Did you know running causes premature labor?”

It’s questions like these that play on like a skipping CD through my weekly conversations.

I just smile and nod. Or, to the premature labor inquiry, I laugh outright and rebut with a probe on where they got their information.

Because for the record, there are many things that can cause premature labor, but running has never been proven to be one of them.

Just two days ago I heard and witnessed one of the most surprising reactions to my running regime.

As I gently shuffled down the Perseverance Trail, an out-of-town family approached from the direction of the trailhead. As they hiked, some looked skyward with binoculars, others snapped pictures and the two adults each carried backpacks with visibly stretched seams. One of the girls, likely in her teens, looked up as I approached. Her reaction was instantaneous and seemingly instinctual. With a loud, “Ahhhh,” she ran to the opposite side of the trail and hunkered behind her family as I passed.

At only 5-foot 2-inches tall, I can’t imagine I’m that scary. But perhaps the sight of a hugely pregnant woman sauntering down the trail was enough to conjure up some serious fear.

Maybe she was just giving me the right of way.

Regardless of the reason for her alarm, it was certainly a reaction I had yet to encounter. And, I sure hope she’s not haunted by the run in.

But yes, I am still running — most of the time. I’ve developed what I call the “rike.” It’s a mix of hiking and running and actually it’s not the first time in my life I’ve employed the technique. During my days as a competitive Nordic skier at the University of Colorado and Nevada, we would frequently head out into the mountains for a preseason rike with poles to simulate classic — or striding — technique.

Essentially, riking is quite simple: run the flats and rolling terrain and vigorously hike any true hill. The idea behind the technique is to maintain a stable heartrate and a stable level of exertion.

It’s perfect for pregnancy exercise, as well — especially in the mountainous terrain around Juneau. The key is to stay light on your toes. Resist settling into a true hike on the uphills — this tends to happen when the hips drop back and the torso migrates forward. I like to envision tiny springs on the balls of my feet that push me into the next stride. Using this technique, I find I’m able to tackle virtually any terrain while keeping my exertion level in check.

Another question I frequently hear is, “how much longer are you going to run?”

To that I have no exact answer.

I’m certain I’ll stay as active as possible as long as it feels good to do so. How long that will last, I can’t say.

But I do know I feel better after a run than before I start. And, I know I feel antsy and downright crummy the days that I don’t.

In the meantime, I’ll keep riking along, logging mile after smiling slow mile.

•••

Week-by-week:

This week's mileage: 21 miles.

Runs: 5.

Pregnancy stage: 34 weeks.

Trail of choice: Rainforest and Outer Point trails (Length: roughly 1 mile each).

Up!

2011-08-02T08:29:00.004-08:00

A friend recently told me:
"Living in Juneau is like an abusive boyfriend. One minute you're getting roses and next minute you're getting treated like crap all over again."

This weekend was borderline abuse. Saturday was unexpectedly spectacular. The sun emerged for a fleeting day of pleasant 70 degree weather. Then, on Sunday, we awoke to sideways rain and clouds so low we couldn't see across the Douglas Bridge.

Sigghh.

But on a positive note, we did manage to sneak in a nice hike up Mount Roberts Saturday. The views and company couldn't have been better.

... just don't get me started on the latest "trail improvement" work that's been done on the trail ...

Who's been pooping in our yard?

2011-08-02T08:21:00.000-08:00

Thoughts?

To the beach!

2011-08-02T08:15:00.001-08:00

Oh the sunny days seem so far away ...
We've had what feels like weeks of rain. The hard, hard rain that soaks anything and anyone in its path almost instantly.
Despite how I feel, the rain has actually only hung around for about 7 days. But, clearly, I miss the sunshine.
On July 23 David, Elias and I took a nice bike ride out to northern the tip of Douglas Island. David had a new bike he wanted to break in and also yearned to pull Elias in the bike trailer for the first time since we purchased it over a year ago. (I had been the sole puller of the bike trailer for logistical reasons)
It was a hot (yes!) day and the beach was a welcome reprieve from the damp heat. We sat, soaked it all in watched as sea lions stalked salmon and hermit crabs ran for cover under the watchful eye of Elias.

Bravery and a bare, white belly

2011-07-29T07:33:00.005-08:00

When it rains, it pours.

Not all welcome the flood. But for me, the deluge has brought a rich assemblage of great things.

First, I passed my follow-up glucose test, which means I bucked the odds and dodged gestational diabetes in this second pregnancy. This means I will sidestep a multitude of unpleasantries. Perhaps most importantly, it means my baby and I seem to be reaping the rewards of pregnancy exercise.

Second, my prenatal check-ups, which now happen every two weeks, are fantastic. So far, I’ve gained a total of 26 pounds and am still gaining roughly a pound per week. My blood tests are normal, as is my blood pressure, which registered most recently at 110/70. And, my fundal height, which is a measurement of the uterus used to assess fetal growth and development, is 34. Generally speaking, this number (measured in centimeters from the mother’s [filtered word] bone to the top of the uterus) corresponds with the number of weeks pregnant. In my case, I’m measuring one centimeter larger than “expected.” It could be baby’s on a growth spurt.

Third, I feel great. To me, this is wholeheartedly important and, frankly, isn’t something all women can boast at nearly 8 ½ months pregnant. I have no swelling to speak of, my energy levels are good and I’m sleeping, eating and exercising well.

Speaking of exercise, the recent bouts of sunshine have done amazing things for my motivation, while also teaching me a few lessons about gear.

In short, get the gear right. Especially when you’re toting around an internal space heater.

I’ll enlighten with a short story.

It was a hot (for Juneau) Tuesday around 3 p.m. Temperatures hovered around 75 degrees and a breeze drifted gently down Gastineau Channel from the north. I bustled quickly through the tourist gauntlet of downtown Juneau and headed down Thane Road toward the Sheep Creek trailhead. My goal? Get away from the crowds and get a tan.

Upon my arrival, the parking lot was nearly empty, aside from one car parked near the exit. I took note and headed up the trail, certain I had found solitude.

What I hadn’t banked on was the oppressive, moisture-laden heat that wrapped itself around every corner of the wooded trail. There was no breeze to push it aside or to cool my brow. My shorts clung, like damp rags, to my legs. A black Lycra tank-top with a tag that advertised its “moisture-wicking” ability, did nothing but make me feel like a sausage in a sweat lodge.

“This is temporary,” I thought. “As soon as I hit the valley, I’ll cool off.”

After ten minutes of hiking, I crested the ridge and dropped down the trail that winds along Sheep Creek.

There, however, was no breeze. And, no more shade — only sun— glorious, blinding sun.

I loved it. But so did my black tank top.

Before long, all I could think about was how I wanted to rip the top off my body. How I wished I had the abs of eight months ago.

“If I wasn’t pregnant,” I thought, “I’d be running in a sports bra and shorts right now!”

Then I realized something freeing and absolutely true — who cares? There was no one but me on that valley trail, nothing surrounding me but the cottonwoods, the sun, the ferns and a babbling stream. So what if I bare my white belly to the sky?

Nothing there would care but me.

So, I did it. I peeled off the sweaty, Lycra confines of the black tank top and wadded it up in my fist, like I was crushing a bad piece of writing.

Ah! Relief!

My pace quickened and I smiled. The breeze across my body felt like I was floating through feathers.

That all faded moments later. A pair of women, walking the trail, appeared from around the bend. I thought of hiding, turning around or quickly trying to squeeze back into my shirt.

Too late — they were upon me.

“Hi, I just knew I’d see someone as soon as I took off my tank top,” I said.

“Oh honey, you look great!”

I laughed as I thought of how I must look: belly round as a pumpkin and as pale as the cottonwood puffs drifting across the trail. It was entirely possible the tour helicopters overhead could have spotted me.

But, that simple comment had entirely made my day. Whether or not I actually looked great is debatable, but at that moment, flying down the flat, grassy trail, edged with fireweed on one of Juneau’s most glorious days, I certainly felt great. And that is absolutely all that matters. Oh, and I got a tiny tan.

I haven’t worn that tank top since the day along Sheep Creek. I found my body prefers anything flowing as opposed to form-fitting. Shorts are rotated with running skirts, which offer huge benefits in the breathability department. And, there’s nothing that quite beats a quick splash of cold creek water on the face, neck and arms. I’ve found that’s by far the quickest way to cool a too-warm-for-comfort body.

With the return of the rains, this week’s trail of choice is really anything that drains well. I would feature the Sheep Creek Trail, but the first 10 minutes of the trail is crowded with roots that become quite slippery when wet. Hence, I choose the Red Mill Trail. This single track loop spurs off of the Perseverance Trail at two locations: the first just after the first set of double bridges and the second just before the three mile mark. Both spurs are well marked. The trail itself climbs tightly along the edge of Silverbow Basin, crossing a few small creeks before wrapping back toward the main trail. It’s a nice break from the crowds found on Perseverance and a relaxing jaunt that provides a bit of new scenery for those who frequent the area. Roundtrip from the Perseverance trailhead is about 5.5 miles.

•••

Week-by-week:

This week’s mileage: 33.49 miles.
Runs: 4.
Bikes: 1.
Pregnancy stage: 33 weeks.
Trail of choice: Red Mill Trail (Length: 5.5 miles roundtrip from the Perseverance trailhead).

One, two, three!

2011-07-11T14:27:00.000-08:00

Elias is all about counting down to things these days. Lately, it's been counting down to the start of his imaginary car races or the number of sleeps left until we do something spectacular — like ride in a float plane or go to the beach.

This week we counted down to a third birthday. Elias is now three and officially a "big boy" who sleeps in his own room, in his own bed and is 100 percent potty trained. Phew! I can't believe it — and yet — I can. These last three years have been packed with more tear-jerking and laughter-making memories than I've ever imagined.

This little — ahem! — big boy is one amazing human being. Yes, he drives me nuts. Yes, he has his moments. But, to take a few words from a beautiful childrens' book, when that boy is asleep, I mean really asleep ... I'll sneak into his room, lay next to him and breath in his sweet smell — like earth, the outdoors and most times I'll get a whiff of that baby scent on his skin ... the same smell I remember when his entire body fit in the crook of my arm. It's a smell I'll never forget.

Yesterday, we went to the beach near Sheep Creek. A cool breeze blew down the channel as salmon ran up the creek and eagles patrolled the banks. A beautiful day to be in Alaska.

46 pounds faces off against 7 months of pregnant

2011-07-09T10:31:00.001-08:00

The news wasn’t good. I’d failed the hour glucose test by two points —the upper limit was 139, and my level registered 141.

I took it hard. This meant I was one step closer to 332 finger pricks, 83 days of a restricted diet and a mandatory hospital birth.

It’s times like these that make me want to go for a run.

A trail run is where I do my best thinking. I’m able to clear my head, process thoughts that need processing, sort through feelings that need feeling. I’m always surprised that I think about nearly everything but the actual run.

But the outing would have to wait. Instead I turned my thoughts to memories of a recent trip to our family cabin, where worries were few and Alaskana in abundance. We flew out for an extended weekend to an isolated outpost amid the Southeast archipelago. For four days we fished, cooked, ate and shared laughs around a campfire.

With any remote dwelling, there are always things to be done: water lines to check, electricity to hook up, a skiff to tend, food to cook, and dishes to be done. I’d been out before and relished in partaking in everything and getting my hands dirty with the work.

This trip would be different.

Never had I taken on so much with so much belly in the way.

Simple things like hauling coolers packed with ice and dry bags from the floatplane were an absolute “no-no.” But things like fishing were still just as easy. The real challenge came one day into the trip, when I hooked into something big. Really big.

That day the group decided to divide and conquer. Half would take the skiff in search of shrimp and salmon, the other half would take the Yomi II, a 24-foot SeaSport Explorer, in search of halibut — at least that was the plan.

So we camped on a locale I’ve unoriginally dubbed “Spot X.” Here the ocean floor rose quickly from 100 to around 50 feet and the area, based on family lore, was known for being not only reliable, but also quite fishy.

We baited lines, dropped them and waited. Reeled up, checked lines, then dropped again. Reeled. Dropped. Reeled and dropped again.

I began to get antsy. There seemed to be no comfortable spot on the boat — nowhere that didn’t hurt my feet and hips or squish my belly. So I took a break, grabbed a Luna Bar and hunkered back down on the gunnel. I nestled the rod butt in my hip, flipped the drag and watched my red neon weight disappear to the ocean floor with my herring in tow. I took a bite of my bar, flipped the drag back and then stopped. I had hit bottom, but only moments ago. That tug I’d felt wasn’t a rock. I waited.

Suddenly, my rod tip bent hard and deep toward the reel seat.

“Fish!” I yelled.

I swallowed the chunk of bar still in my mouth and braced myself against the boat.

The rod bent deeper and the tip nearly touched the water as I struggled to find a comfortable spot to seat the end of the rod.

This soon became a big fish fight. I’d inch in line, only to have it stripped out for seconds on end. Ever so slowly I began to make headway, and before long the ghostlike underbelly of the halibut rose from the inky depths.

A scratchy voice came over the radio.

“Yomi II this is Hanz Off.” It was the party on the skiff.

“Uh, can’t talk. Kinda busy right now,” was the only response we could muster. Moments later my husband David muttered something about wishing he had a gun — for the halibut, of course.

A gaff would have to do.

Without incident he gaffed the fish, slipped a line under its jaw and slit the tail. We both rested for a moment. Neither of us was in a hurry to heave the halibut — which was not yet dead — into the boat. So, we tied it off on a cleat and sent our lines down again.

The day continued without much more excitement. Except, of course, when we saw the faces of those in the skiff who ended the day fishless.

My catch that day weighed in at an estimated 46 pounds, based on a tide book acquired from Western Auto and Marine. It measured a generous foot taller than my 3-year-old.

I soon learned, however, that catching the fish was the easy part.

That lesson came a day later, after my husband had graciously filleted and packed my fish.

The young ladies of the party decided it was time for a women’s fishing outing, and I was to man and navigate the skiff. After a quick course in skiff operation from my father-in-law, we were off.

Running a skiff is harder than it looks. They’re a bit squirrely without much weight, the motor can be a little testy — especially one as old as ours — and with a 7-month belly constantly getting in the way, it’s not as easy to operate the controls while twisting forward to navigate. But I enjoyed every second and before long we were loaded up and running back toward Spot X.

The wind kicked up this day and we found ourselves drifting at a clip that seemed more like trolling than true halibut fishing. But, like the tenacious ladies we are, we repeatedly set our lines at the 100-foot mark, drifted over the nob, and motored back. We dropped lines, reeled up, dropped again.

Soon, the smiles outweighed any annoyances the wind my have conjured. In four hours we reeled up six halibut (one got away).

I gaffed, tied lines and slit tails. But it was a team effort, and we all took turns getting thoroughly dirty. The inside of the skiff looked like a small-scale blood bath. Five halibut hung heavy off the stern cleat.

At the end of the day, it took two 20-something women to haul the catch into the skiff and we sat back to admire our work.

By the time the guys arrived from their outing to Elfin Cove, it was late in the day. Our catch outnumbered theirs, which consisted of a few chum salmon, and our smiles stretched from cheek to sunburned cheek.

Despite the late hour, the ladies decided to finish the job they had started. We took turns filleting, skinning, rinsing and packaging the halibut. I filleted two, which was plenty. My back ached as I bent down over the fish and the wide stance we were forced to take over the plywood platform made my thighs burn.

We finished by 9 p.m.

That weekend I learned being an Alaskan woman isn’t easy. It’s even harder to do while very pregnant. But I managed to do all the things I would have otherwise done — pull shrimp pots, catch and fillet fish, run a skiff, shoot a rifle, cook, clean and laugh.

Sometimes it’s the little things that add up in a big way to make you feel alive.

Back to reality: It was these memories that got me through a day of worry. They made me realize that whether or not I have to manage two months of pregnancy-induced diabetes is irrelevant. What really matters is whether or not I let it slow me down. If I can help it, my life — as an athlete, a wife and mother and as an Alaskan woman — won’t skip a beat.

Solstice run under the summer sun

2011-06-24T05:06:00.004-08:00

Fueled by the heat of a solstice sun on my back, I climbed higher into the muskeg. The boardwalk was dry and the moist meadow in full bloom. Bog violets and pink shooting stars stood out polka-dotted against the green of sedges, mosses and low-growing bushes. Closer to the trail, dwarf dogwood (or bunchberry) huddled close to the wooden planks and bog laurel bloomed in bright fuschia every few feet.

I’d parked my car at the top of Blueberry Hill and run up to the Treadwell Trail before taking the turn toward Dan Moller cabin.

It was an ambitious outing for late in the afternoon. Typically, a round-trip run/hike to the cabin is an hour-and-a-half investment and I wasn’t sure how my pregnant body would handle the climb. But as the time ticked by and my muscles warmed, the elevation became less of a constant challenge. My legs felt strong and the cushion of the boardwalk was a welcome change from pounding packed dirt.

A large group of schoolchildren bounded down the straight section of boardwalk that cuts through the lower muskeg meadow. They gleefully hopped on and off the planks, clutching the long and prehistoric-looking “flowers” of skunk cabbage. Further up, the sounds of summer air traffic — helicopter flight tours and float planes — where drowned by songbirds in the shrubbery and streams bubbling by.

I only climbed to the cabin this day. My body and soul wanted to continue into the bowl, to hike above the ridge beyond and take in the scenery of Douglas Island’s backside.

But, alas, time was running out. It had taken me 47 minutes to climb to the cabin and I wasn’t certain how slow I’d have to move on the way down. Moving downhill has become quite a challenge these days.

A mountain descent used to be filled with pure bliss. It was a guaranteed adrenaline rush and hands-down my favorite part of every run. But now it promises to be a solid stretch of touch-and-go as I meticulously plan foot placement and speed. Of course, the last thing I want to do is fall. So, between scratching speed and slamming to a dead halt at the first sign of green slime, my downhill experiences are often anything but exhilarating. To complicate matters further, I’ve developed a sobering case of shin splints on both legs.

For those who don’t know, shin splints occur when tissue fibers separate from the tibia (or shinbone), mostly as a result of overuse. Other causes can be poor posture, flat feet, inadequate footwear, or a quick increase in the intensity or duration of exercise, to name a few. In my case, I know this minor injury is a result of running with an increased body weight. It’s an ailment I know well and one I suffered from for many years when I raced cross country in high school and college. For me the treatment is a new pair of shoes, ice and lots of time away from pavement or concrete.

As I eeked my way over each stair-step, along each boardwalk plank, my tentative steps turned more confident. The pain was gone. The boardwalk, rooted into the soft blanket of muskeg moss, flexed under my weight and bounced back like a springboard.

Ahh, the bliss was back.

In 20 minutes I was back at my car — sweating, smiling and feeling everything but pregnant.

On this day, a summer solstice outing had proved both surprising and invigorating despite the odds.

In other news, I have gestational diabetes on the brain. Next week I will chug a concoction made of nothing more than sugar, flavoring and orange food dye — as far as I can tell — in an effort to determine if I have the pregnancy-induced equivalent of diabetes. During my first pregnancy, I was diagnosed with the condition around 26 weeks. And, through diet and exercise, I managed it perfectly. My son was born 100 percent healthy weighing 7 pounds, 1 ounce. But frankly, the finger pricks four times a day got old. The dietary restrictions, while not far off from my normal food choices, felt confining. And most of the time it was one more stress I really wished I didn’t have.

This time around I truly hope things will be different. In an effort to prevent the condition again, I started counting carbohydrates, spacing meals and trying my best to avoid anything refined. But research shows that women who develop the condition with first pregnancies are more likely to suffer from it in the future.

I’ll share the results next week. In the meantime, my fingers are crossed.

This week’s trail of choice is (yes, you guessed it) the Dan Moller Trail. This trail is one with historical significance in the local ski community. In the 1930s, the first skiers began clamoring around in the valley that extends above West Juneau. The U.S. Forest Service constructed a trail, a rope tow and a pair of warming huts for winter enthusiasts. As the years passed, skiers wanted more elevation. By the 1950s, efforts had moved into the Douglas Ski Bowl just beyond the Dan Moller cabin. Oola, the snow cat, would carry 40-50 skiers up to the area and before long the area boasted two rope tows. Oola didn’t last forever, and was ultimately replaced by a Snow Master snowcat that ran up until the opening of Eaglecrest Ski Area. Today, the official Dan Moller Trail begins off of Cordova Street on Douglas. It climbs roughly three miles up to the Dan Moller cabin and continues into the bowl above. In the summer, the trail is mostly boardwalk and a great choice during a dry spell of weather. The cabin itself is a public use cabin maintained by the USFS and was recently remodeled in 2010. It is open daily from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.
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Week-by-week
This week's mileage: 25.09 miles.
Runs: 5.
Pregnancy stage: 27 weeks.
Trail of choice: Dan Moller Trail (Length: 5.5 miles roundtrip).

Sweet child of mine

2011-06-23T09:33:00.003-08:00

After a 7-mile run with David and me on Father's Day, a 2-mile hike to the beach and a long tide pooling session, Elias finally succumbs to a nap.

The blah, blah, blahs of being in the middle

2011-06-17T10:23:00.000-08:00

The mid-point of anything is not always easy. It’s like the middle of a long road trip. There’s sure to be a lot of pretty country, but there comes a time when the “are we there yet?” mentality sets in.
That’s how I feel about this point in my pregnancy. “Are we there yet?”
Nope. With just over three months left, the biggest moments are still to come. Literally.
I’m finding it harder and harder to hike up the hills on my favorite trails. I can feel the extra weight taking its toll on my joints and the baby is making its presence known more with each stride.
It’s nice to reflect on how much progress has been made, but it’s also easy to feel daunted by the things that lay ahead.
So this week I headed out in search of motivation. After a week of higher-than-normal mileage, I have to admit I was tired. As a result of my increased efforts (I blame all the sunshine, by the way), my pace had slowed substantially and it now takes me over 20 minutes to warm up. Once I’m on step, things get great. Once in the groove, I settle into a pace that feels as comfortable as an old pair of pajamas. It’s getting there that’s the hard part.
So, I turned to Merry Ellefson, a local outdoors woman who knows a thing or two about motivation. She’s been inspiring athletes for years as a high school cross country coach and as an avid competitor.
It’s not surprising to find out she too ran while pregnant with her son Arnie.
“I went on a 45-minute run up Perseverance the day I went into labor,” she said.
But running wasn’t all she did to stay active during those 10 months. Ellefson also mountain biked, skied, hiked and went berry picking.
“I just got out,” she said. “I knew it would help my spirit, that it would put me in a good place. I just kept thinking, ‘this is good for my baby.’”
It was. Ellefson enjoyed a healthy pregnancy and gave birth to an equally healthy baby boy that November.
To keep herself moving out the front door and up into the hills, Ellefson believes strongly in the persuasiveness of people.
“It’s powerful to have other people around us,” she said. “Call on people who will get you out. Because once you’re out, you never regret it.”
People tend to engage in activities also shared by friends. We too often hear of the negative influences of peer pressure: smoking, underage drinking and drug use. But peer pressure can be an amazing thing, as well. Try surrounding yourself with individuals who are active and positive. It’s safe to say you’ll soon be following in their footsteps.
What are some other ways to cultivate initiative?
As a coach, Ellefson asks her athletes to find something that motivates them, and to bring it to a team meeting.
“You’ll get pictures, quotes, a cross, something that reminds them of a friend or sister … it’s easy to see the collage of things that motivates people,” she said.
It’s also good to shake up a stale routine, she said. A solo bike ride can turn exciting when it’s mixed with the right people and a new trail. Think of it as a new recipe — ideal ingredients can make for an unforgettable experience.
These are all great ideas for finding harmony with the demons of de-motivation. But there was something else Ellefson said that struck a much more personal chord. She talked about the idea of getting out into the sun and fresh air for the spiritual instead of the physical. She talked about the idea of cultivating calm, which is a vital part of creating a holistic healthy lifestyle. Ellefson said the “calm,” which can only be found by being fully unplugged from our iPods, iPhones and social devices, resides nearly anywhere — the edge of a brook, on a beach at sunset, or along a lush trail through the rain forest.
“(Finding the ‘calm’) is crucial to being a healthy person,” she said. “It’s also important for clarity. I remember that about being pregnant, I slowed down. I listened to things a bit more. And just think, all those sights and sounds you’re seeing, hearing and feeling as you run or even just sit, your baby is experiencing the same things. What a good place to be for your child.”
I realized my calm is in the monotony of my breath as I move down a trail, the sound of my shoes hitting the dirt and the cacophony of Mother Nature in the woods.
It’s no longer important to run even when I don’t feel like running. What is important is to smile — to laugh, even — at the fact a 45-minute loop now takes me nearly two hours. After all, it’s only temporary and it’s all part of becoming not only a healthy person, but also a good parent.
Later that afternoon, as I tightened my laces, slipped my iPhone into my hip pocket and reached for my ear buds, I stopped. A bird song in a high spruce piqued my interest and the laughter of children at a nearby playground floated like cottonwood seed in the wind. That day, I chose to unplug from the digital world and instead leave my ears open to the sounds of Southeast. That day I found my “calm” and my motivation.
This week’s trail of choice is the Lower Loop trails at Eaglecrest Ski Area. Last summer, crews completed the hardening and widening of the trails that make up the Nordic ski loops in winter. These loops vary in distance and eventually drop down to intersect with the Treadwell Ditch Trail on the northern end of the area. These trails are a great choice for a summer stroll. And, if you’re looking for a bit more elevation, head up the maintenance road on the downhill side of the resort. The road winds all the way to the top of the ski area and offers spectacular views of the backside of Douglas Island and Stephens Passage.

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Week-by-week
This week’s mileage: 21.6 miles.
Runs: 4.
Pregnancy stage: 25 weeks.
Trail of choice: Lower Loop trails at Eaglecrest Ski Area (Length: varies).

Packing on the pounds: Not just for mommies

2011-06-17T10:22:00.000-08:00

Gaining weight during pregnancy is like the flab that comes with old age — it’s inevitable.
But there’s another side to this coin. Dads-to-be and significant others seem to suffer from a phenomenon commonly referred to as “sympathy weight.” Think the “freshman fifteen” in college — it’s absurdly common yet totally avoidable.
Take my husband, for example. During my first pregnancy he seemed to match my weight gain pound-for-pound. Relishing in a freezer unusually full of vanilla bean ice cream, a pantry stocked with dark chocolate and dinners crammed with protein, it was easy for him to indulge right along side his pregnant counterpart. Plus, according to him, there was a distinct increase in beer and wine consumption on his part. He blamed stress.
“I was coping,” he said. “Preparing for the fact a tiny human will completely rely on you can be daunting.”
(Insert sassy rebuttal about the pain of childbirth here.)
As a result my man packed on about 15 to 20 pounds.
My husband was not alone. It’s not uncommon for men to experience a variety of feelings and physical changes while their significant other is pregnant. These are lumped into a condition called Couvade syndrome. Experts in the medical community dispute the cause of the syndrome — some believe it is purely psychosomatic, while others believe it has biological causes. But they do say it’s common. Mild symptoms include mood swings, increased appetite and disturbed sleep patterns. In more extreme cases, some men report morning nausea, labor pains and post partum depression. While conducting my own poll of local moms, nearly all reported their men gained weight over the course of their pregnancies. Some said the guys in their life cached extra pounds as a result of frequently cooking large meals, while others said their men just couldn’t resist joining their lady in an extra bowl of evening ice cream.
In the case of my husband, he swore things would be different with this pregnancy. For every pound I gained, he promised to lose one pound.
For him, it was a good goal — one that, if met, would leave him with a “healthy” body fat percentage and perhaps the chiseled abdominals I would surely be lacking post-pregnancy.
So far I’ve gained 20 pounds. My husband has lost exactly 4.6 pounds. He might be 15.4 pounds behind, according to his guidelines, but he has four months to catch up — er, lighten up.
With 16 weeks left to go, a few quick calculations show he could lose the remaining poundage if he shed just over a pound a week. With a healthy diet and regular exercise, this is absolutely doable.
But I’m due to really tip the scales in the third trimester, when the majority of weight gain typically happens. According to the American Pregnancy Association, a woman in the second the third trimester of pregnancy typically gains between 1 and 2 pounds per week. Hence, I could pack on another 30 pounds by week 40. Frankly, I hope it hovers around 16 pounds — 1 pound for each remaining week.
It’s unlikely my husband will be able to keep losing at the same rate I’m sure to gain, but there is little harm in trying.
So what can those dads and significant others do to fight back against the bulge? Be the motivator. Help that beautiful pregnant woman stay active by engaging in exercises you can enjoy together. Take a family outing to the beach. Bring a Frisbee or a kite to stay moving. Take a walk in the rain forest, a bike ride to the grocery store or a stroll downtown. Local tours often offer discounts for locals. Try out the zip lines on Douglas Island, take a flight out to Taku Lodge or enjoy a nature outing with one of the many sightseeing outfits in town. As I’ve mentioned before, every little bit adds up.
Dads can also strike up an exercise plan of their own. It will be beneficial mentally as well as physically. Let’s face it, the thought of kids can be scary. Sure, it can also be amazing, enlightening and rewarding. But for some, it can be downright terrifying. Hence, it may be nice to take a little “me time” after dealing with the emotional ups and downs that can plague a mom-to-be. A good sweat on a regular basis may be all a guy needs to de-stress and reduce feelings of anxiety.
This week’s trail of choice is the Herbert Glacier Trail. This rolling trail is catered to a variety of users. Often runners, bikers and hikers will frequent the trail on a sunny day and it’s wide enough to give ample room for all users to enjoy the path easily. From the trailhead, located just beyond mile marker 25 on Glacier Highway, the trail extends 4.6 miles toward the Herbert Glacier. It provides scenic views of the Herbert River and of the glacier itself at the trail’s end. If hiking, plan for about four to five hours round trip.

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Week-by-week
This week’s mileage: 32.7 miles.
Runs: 6.
Pregnancy stage: 24 weeks.
Trail of choice: Herbert Glacier Trail (Length: 9.2 miles, round trip).

Putting the Pride aside

2011-06-17T10:20:00.000-08:00

The stitch low in my side radiated down and around my belly. It was too low to be a traditional side ache, too high to be a muscle cramp and it wasn’t the first time I’d felt the tell-tale pinch.

But I kept jogging. The day was glorious. It was one of those spring days bathed in sunshine and fragrant with the smell of damp earth. My legs felt strong and the cool breeze wiped the sweat off my brow. Each turn of the trail seemed to reveal a path more beautiful than the one before. Those who live in Juneau will truly understand when I say, it was just one of those days ...

Yikes! There it was again.

“Ok, ok I get it,” I thought.

My legs slowed to a walk. For a minute I sulked, took a deep breath and reached an arm over my head to stretch my side.

I knew the pinch, a Braxton Hicks contraction, was a harmless one. I knew these infrequent contractions of the uterine muscle could be brought on by a variety of things. Exercising is known to increase the frequency and intensity of the contractions. Frequent fetal movement, dehydration, a full bladder, or even sex can also trigger these types of contractions, according to the American Pregnancy Association. They show up in the second or third trimester and are typically nothing to worry about. Braxton Hicks contractions, which were first described by John Braxton Hicks in 1871, rarely have adverse consequences. In fact, some doctors and midwives believe they actually stimulate blood flow to the placenta, which makes sense, as any contracting muscle needs extra oxygen and fuel to do so. Other experts say they are “practice” contractions, which help tone the uterine muscle. As mom gets closer to her due date, some experts believe Braxton Hicks can help to soften the cervix in preparation of dilation and effacement.

The best thing to do when they hit, if you’re exercising, is to stop, take a deep breath and try to relax. They are a bit uncomfortable, after all. I often feel them on one side or the other, so I’ll raise the corresponding arm over my head to gently stretch my side. Sipping water can help, as will a little break in the shade.

Keep in mind, however, if the contractions do not dissipate, increase in frequency or intensity or become rhythmic, it’s important to contact your health care provider. Better safe than sorry.

In short, they are a red flag, of sorts, to the mom.

On this day, during this glorious run, the last thing I wanted to do was take it easy. My legs easily had ten miles in them. The endorphins were pumping.

Regardless, I put my pride aside and took it slow.

I wanted to go leaping down the trail, but instead I walked.

Putting pride on the back burner isn’t easy. It’s like walking away from the second-to-last fudge brownie at a party. It’s like doing chores inside when it’s sunny in Southeast Alaska.

But that’s what being pregnant is often about and it’s important. From the moment of conception, life becomes about the “we” instead of the “I.” Everything the mom does is for two.

This way of thinking doesn’t happen overnight. Like most things, it takes practice. I’ve had a hard time watching my average pace slowly increase. I used to fly down trails at around 8 minutes per mile. Now, if I break 10 mpm, I’m happy. It's not easy hauling around 20 extra pounds. My mantra for finding peace with gaining weight and getting slow is simple: It’s for the best and it’s worth it.

Take building a house, for example. The best houses are build with a strong foundation, a solid exterior and the framing, electrical and plumbing to last decades. During pregnancy, I’m creating the foundation for life and now is the time to build it using the best materials I can. This means nutrients, rest, fresh oxygen and a mental outlook of clarity and peace. If I’m concerned or stressed, those hormones reach my baby. If I fill my body with junk food and sweets, I’m depriving myself and my baby of the vital nutrients needed to thrive. So, why bother? If you’re going to do it, do it right. One thing is for certain about being pregnant: It doesn’t last forever. Those skinny jeans will be waiting.

This week’s trail of choice is the Dupont Trail. It begins at the end of the Thane Road, south of downtown Juneau. The trail begins as a well-traveled track that traverses a hillside providing views across Gastineau Channel to Douglas Island. A few well-built bridges provide crossing over streams and the forest canopy above offers cool shade for hikers. As the trail heads southward, it becomes a bit rooty and earlier this spring a few downed trees slightly obscured the trail. Even with a soccer ball belly, I was able to sneak under them. After about 1.4 miles, the trail forks — the right fork heads to Dupont Beach, where relics from the mining days remain and the left fork heads to Point Bishop, which is just over 6 miles down the trail. The beach at Dupont is rocky, but on a sunny day lends itself well to a seaside picnic lunch.

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Week-by-week
This week's mileage: 26.6 miles.Runs: 5.
Pregnancy stage: 23 weeks.
Trail of choice: Dupont Trail (Length: 3.6 miles round trip).

So, you’re not in to running

2011-05-25T12:43:00.001-08:00

There are many folks who find going for a run about as exciting as watching a week’s worth of Power Point presentations.

I understand.

The thought of forcing yourself to move at a moderate slog from point A to point B “just … because” elicits chills of nausea and drums up the same fear associated with being trapped in tight spaces.

It’s OK. There is hope.

While some of us relish in the thought of running into the woods for virtually no reason at all, there are plent of sports perfect for those who don’t. More good news: The vast majority of these can be optimally catered for the pregnant mom-to-be.

(I know, the pregnant part came a bit out of nowhere. But in case you haven’t been following that’s what this column is about.)

Sure, there’s a good case to be made for running: it’s cheap, it’s simple and it can be done anywhere at nearly any time.

But, as professionals have told me during this pregnancy and my first, running is not always the best exercise for cultivating the muscles needed for childbirth. Running breeds a type of muscle fiber that is made up of both fast and slow twitch characteristics. A distance runner, for instance, will have more slow twitch fibers than a sprinter, who will have the fast twitch variety. Ultimately, both types are muscle, and if not stretched properly before and after exercise, these can get tight and bulky. And as you may have guessed, having tight and bulky body muscle may not serve a mother well during labor — a process reliant on relaxing, opening and expanding the core of the body. In short, it’s just more work.

Instead, doctors and midwives recommend engaging in activities that naturally stretch and strengthen the body. Then, when “it’s time,” the body is toned and ready to comply with what Mother Nature has in store. In fact, the entire process of sports training centers on the idea of muscle memory. Over time, an athlete or exercise enthusiast is essentially guiding their body, through repetition, to complete a task with increasing efficiency. This same technique can and should be used during pregnancy to begin training for childbirth. A marathoner would never dream of stepping up to the starting line without training. Similarly, a woman readying for labor (even if it is 40 weeks away) should prepare herself for the athletic feat she will absolutely have to face. And here’s why: The average time it takes for a U.S. woman to run a marathon (26.2 miles) is roughly 5 hours, 6 minutes, 8 seconds, according to Marathonguide.com. For a 130-pound person, this adds up to around 2,500 burned over the course of the race. Labor and childbirth, especially for first-time moms, can vary greatly but will often last between eight to 14 hours. We can only speculate about the number of calories burned during labor because not all women will labor the same way. Some prefer to walk while others prefer to relax in warm water. However, energy exertion is no doubt outrageous and will ultimately depend on how long a woman stays in the pushing phase of the labor, which is arguably one of the most taxing stages. However, for the purposes of this humble column, let’s say the same 130-pound woman (I know, she probably wouldn’t weigh 130 pounds anymore) who ran the marathon went through a 12-hour labor. Over the course of those hours she would burn upwards of 4,500 calories.

I think I’d want to be ready for that type of physical exertion, wouldn’t you?

OK, so what types of exercises will put pregnant moms in tip-top shape?

Perhaps the best and most effective exercise is prenatal yoga. This type of yoga centers around the discipline’s basic principles of stretching while strengthening through breath and movement but focuses on movements that are catered to a woman’s growing belly and baby. Moms who have enrolled in local prenatal classes report they have better control over their breath during labor and have an easier time focusing their energy during painful contractions.

Many moms, including my own, report that swimming is also high on the list as a desirable exercise for expecting women. The water bolsters the body and creates a feeling of weightlessness — a welcome feeling during pregnancy. The workout, like prenatal yoga, not only incorporates the entire body, but it also trains the breath. Plus, it’s a good way to shed excess water weight. Many moms report a reduction in swelling after a few laps in the pool.

Other great exercises include walking, hiking, light weight training, aerobics and dance.

Perhaps the keystone for any woman dedicated to training for childbirth — life’s ultimate marathon — is stretching. I will admit, I’m a horrible offender. In my rush the squeeze in precious running minutes, I often find myself hurrying from the trailhead to the store for groceries, to the post office or to pick up my son before the 4:30 p.m. downtown rush hour hits. But the best time to stretch is while muscles are warm and pliable — directly after a warm-up or warm-down. Each stretch should be pushed only to the point of a comfortable pose and held for at least a minute. Make sure to balance stretches on each side of the body and focus on all parts — the legs, core and upper body. (Yes, even runners need to stretch the upper body!)

This week, my trail of choice is the Treadwell Ditch trail on Douglas Island. Last year, the section from Blueberry Hill south toward Douglas got some much-needed attention. A new bridge was installed, portions of the trail were retooled and this year Trail Mix Inc. plans to continue the improvements. The terrain on the trail is relatively flat and for 16 miles follows the contours of an old water ditch constructed to shuttle water from the Fish Creek drainage to the Treadwell Mines south of Douglas. The mine was shut down in 1917 after a cave-in left the tunnels flooded with seawater. But relics of this time remain on the single track trail — timbers still line the now-decrepit ditch, rusted pipes poke out of the hillside periodically, and eerie tunnels can be found in unlikely places. There are roots to look out for, a few small creeks to cross, but all in all it’s one of the few flat trails around Juneau. It’s also one that can be accessed from a variety of points, so a user doesn’t have to commit to the full length of the trail. Trailheads begin at Eaglecrest, Blueberry Hill, Crow Hill and at Sandy Beach. Another trail worth exploring on Douglas is the Treadwell Historic Trail that winds south from the ball fields at Sandy Beach. This is a great place to go with family as there’s a playground nearby for youngsters and benches to rest on for snack.

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Week-by-week
This week’s mileage: 22.2 miles.
Runs: 5.
Pregnancy stage: 22 weeks.
Trail of choice: Treadwell and Treadwell Historic trails (Length: varies).

• Remember, everyone is different. Make sure to check with your doctor or midwife before beginning an exercise program.

No, it does not bounce all over the place ...

2011-05-25T12:41:00.001-08:00

… the baby, that is.

Despite the imagery a jogging mom and her belly may conjure, the baby inside is, in fact, not jostled around like clothes in a dryer.

Friends and relatives, those more forward than most, have inquired about what the baby must be experiencing as I’m running up and down mountain trails around town.

“It must feel so weird! Doesn’t it just bounce all over the place?”

Nah. It’s a myth. And like many myths this one deserves to be de-bunked.

I talked to Kristin Hock, a certified direct entry midwife at the Juneau Family Health and Birth Center, who said the baby experiences more of a rocking motion than the jostling-up-and-down some might envision.

“The baby is insulated by quite a bit of amniotic fluid,” Hock said.

And like the body’s vital organs, the baby is cradled by multiple layers of abdominal muscle, which provide support during increased physical activity.

Perhaps this is why babies are soothed by that same rocking motion once born.

Another myth: Pregnant women should keep their heart rate under 140 beats per minute when exercising.

“It really depends on the base fitness level of the mother,” she said.

One thing that is true about heart rate, Hock said, is that as the pregnancy progresses — i.e. as the mother and baby put on more weight — heart rates during exercise will naturally increase. This is purely because the mom has to work harder to jog down that trail or hike up that hill.

“What I’ve found,” Hock said, “is women naturally decrease their level of exercise as the pregnancy progresses. This is especially true once they reach the third trimester.”

The American Congress of Obstetricians and Gynecologists has also abandoned the under-140 recommendation. Today the organization recommends 30 minutes of exercise a day during pregnancy for most women, without any specific heart rate limits.

Hock said it really comes down to intuition.

“I believe women can learn a lot by just listening to their bodies,” she said. “It takes putting pride aside along with the idea that ‘I used to be able to do this.’”

This means adopting a level of peace with your abilities — and your limitations. After all, moms do know best.

Fact: Baby gets first dibs on nutrition. But is this also true for oxygen during exercise?

“Great question,” Hock said.

Yes, baby gets first-pick of everything that mom puts in her body. This includes vital nutrients, vitamins, minerals and fluids.

But Hock said this may not hold true for oxygen during exercise.

“When a mom is exercising, her muscles are readily using oxygen on an as-needed basis,” she said. “It’s likely that if a mom becomes oxygen deprived as a result of too much exertion, the baby will also be deprived.”

The moral? Take it easy. If you can hold a conversation while staying active, you’re likely in the clear. But if you feel out-of-breath, light-headed or have blurred vision — stop, rest and find a shady place to relax.

Another fact: Pregnant women should avoid overheating.

Yes, those hot tubs, steam rooms and saunas could be just the ticket for the aching back and tired legs of a mom-to-be, but they are absolutely not a good idea. Overheating can also happen when exercising in hot or humid weather.

According to ACOG, an elevated internal temperature of 101 degrees F or higher can cause birth defects in babies during the first trimester.

So don’t exercise for long periods of time when the weather is hot, humid or both. Choose areas that are shaded or breezy and make sure to carry water. A good rule to follow: Drink one glass of water every 20 minutes during a workout.

• This week, my trail of choice is the Perseverance Trail, which begins downtown on Basin Road. This time of year the tourist crowds are thin and the trail freshly cleared. This trail is not only noted as one of the three most historically significant trails in Alaska, but it is also known as “Alaska’s First Road.” Once used by Native Alaskans as a trail to access goat hunting, fishing and berry picking, the trail became a road in the 1880s for miners. Each day workers would head up the road to multiple mining operations including the famous Perseverance Mine and the Alaska-Juneau Mine, which was famed for being one of the largest gold-producing mines in the world during that time. Artifacts of the mining times still remain. A keen eye will spot rusted pipes trailside and moss-covered rail ties partially buried underfoot. Most eye-catching is the large “glory hole” which remains in Silverbow Basin, near the end of the trail. In spring, before vegetation obscures the view, this massive hole is easily seen. Flanked by Mount Roberts to the south and Mount Juneau to the north, this trail is one of the most picturesque in Juneau. Overall, the trail, which extends 3.5 miles into the valley, is firm and wide. Workers with the City and Borough of Juneau and Trail Mix Inc. have recently cleared debris from winter rock slides and the snow pack has receded deep into the valley. Anyone looking to head to the end of the trail should be prepared to traipse through snow for about a half mile or more. Despite this, the trail makes for a nice spring outing that can be catered to activity levels of all types.

• Remember, everyone is different. Make sure to check with your doctor or midwife before beginning an exercise program.

The big 'U' and the power of two

2011-05-09T09:58:00.001-08:00

Ultrasounds. Scientifically speaking, they’re a procedure in which sound waves are passed into the human body to produce a reflection signature, which can reveal details about the inner structure. In pregnancy, they’re handy for revealing major physical abnormalities in the fetus or potential complications for the mother. On a personal level, it’s really just a chance for the doting parents to catch a glimpse of their new baby.

So while the big ultrasound, which typically happens around 20 weeks gestation, is mostly about the baby, it’s also about you — the woman. Or, the other you — the dad. Seeing that little baby squirming around makes the pregnancy more “real,” especially for the other half who’s not smuggling a honeydew melon everywhere they go. It’s also about reassurance. Regardless of how much running or physical activity my body yearns for, the first priority is absolutely always my baby. For me the ultrasound reaffirmed what I already knew: My active lifestyle is helping, not hindering, the progress of my pregnancy and that of my child. My level of amniotic fluid was perfectly normal, my cervix closed tightly and the baby “extremely active,” according to the sonographer conducting the procedure.

So, like any proud parent, I sent those grainy, black and white images out to friends and family. Then, I went for a run.

I’m easy to spot when out for a jog. No, it’s not always the belly. It’s the circus-like production — a.k.a. the family outing. This includes, but is not limited to the following: Dog, leash, bright red toddler-toting jogger, snacks, beverages, rain shield, random toy or book, cell phone and, of course, me. I often hear from friends or neighbors the next day.

“I saw you running the other day,” they’ll say. “Wow, what a production.”

Yes, yes it is.

It has to be in order to keep everyone (mainly the toddler) happy and satisfied on any run lasting longer than 30 minutes.

But just yesterday I was struck with a horrifying revelation. My circus is doubling. The chaos now caused by one will soon be created by two. That light jogger, which glides silently down the pavement like a Prius, will more closely resemble a Hummer. Seriously. Switching to a two-seat jogger, the only solution to sanely running with two children, seems like upgrading from a compact to an extended-cab semi truck. But, I’ve convinced my husband that we need one. He travels for work, and I refuse to be stuck in the house all day without a means of escape. Sure, I could tote the baby and walk with the toddler, but like I’ve said before: I’m a runner and it keeps me sane.

It gets more complicated with two, my mother told me when I first spoke of having another child. But after talking to friends, who are also currently pregnant with their second child, I’ve come to realize, it gets complicated as soon as you find out you’re pregnant again.

Susan Jabal, a friend and neighbor who works at the Juneau Family Health and Birth Center, shared her own challenges with finding the time to stay active in pregnancy, while also chasing after and caring for a toddler.

“I feel like the thing affecting me most this time around is the added challenge of already having a toddler,” she said. “(I have) less time to rest, exercise and eat well. In general, less chance to take really good care of myself.”

It’s true. Those things often get put on the back burner when a youngster is pulling at your pant leg.

But Jabal has managed to carve out slices of “me” time, regardless. She walks the dogs regularly or heads out for hikes on the trails near her home.

In fact, it’s the little things that can end up making a big difference. For instance, a walk around my neighborhood is roughly a mile. At a very leisurely pace, it takes between 15 to 20 minutes. If one mile was walked five times a week for the duration of a pregnancy (assuming it lasts the average 40 weeks), that woman will have covered 200 miles. Not too shabby, I’d say!

So, like Jabal, I’m going to keep tallying the miles.

This week’s trail of choice is the Salmon Creek Trail, which is a wide trail that begins behind the hospital and follows Salmon Creek up the valley. It’s a trail that begins with a bang; a steep incline that lasts about 10 minutes. It’s a good way to get the heart pumping as a warm-up, before the trail flattens into a gently rolling swath of rarely used road with views of the creek below, old growth forests and a flooded creek bed filled with artistic snags. This time of year, I usually turn around once I reach the upper, decommissioned powerhouse. Here, the trail veers left into the trees to climb toward the dam and Salmon Creek Reservoir. But in the summer, I head up the single track trail which is a steady climb studded with roots, rocks and a bit of boardwalk. During a dry spell the slime isn’t typically a problem and the views from the top are quite spectacular. The dam itself was an engineering marvel of its time. When it was built in 1914, it became the world’s first constant-angle arch variable radius dam and was constructed by the Alaska-Gastineau Mining Company to generate power for the Sheep Creek Mines. Certainly, the mines are gone, but the dam continues to be fully functional, supplying Juneau with drinking water and roughly 10 percent of its electrical needs. But this portion of the trail is one that I’d avoid after a few hard rains. A steep set of stairs perched precariously on the last climb to the reservoir are not for the faint of heart — nor for those in trimester two or three of pregnancy. The trail head can be accessed by travelling northbound on Egan and taking the first right after the end of the concrete wall and before the hospital turnoff. The parking area and trail head is located behind a set of Alaska Electric Light and Power buildings.

•••

Week-by-week
This week’s mileage: 25.45 miles.
Runs: 6.
Pregnancy stage: 20 weeks.
Trail of choice: Salmon Creek Trail (Length: 3.5 miles round trip to the end of the road).

• Remember, everyone is different. Make sure to check with your doctor or midwife before beginning an exercise program.

5 miles, 40 minutes, 20 weeks

2011-05-09T09:40:00.003-08:00

I ran five miles yesterday, bringing my week’s tally to around 17 miles. It’s a far cry from the 35 to 45 miles I was tallying this fall. But my body deserves a break. I am, after all, nearly 20 weeks
pregnant.

This all may shock some. In fact, I think the sight of me and my burgeoning belly bopping down the road has turned more than a few heads. Some friends call me crazy. My mom urges me to take it easy. At my friends I just smile, to my mom I send assurances.

Besides the physical benefits, running has always been a time for me to feed the mind and soul. There’s something meditative about the tap, tap, tap of my running shoes hitting the trail. My mind clears as the sounds of office phones ringing and keyboards clicking are replaced with wind, rivers and birds singing fitfully in the woods; in running, I find sanity.

Jill Homer / Juneau Empire File

Trails that are clear of ice, snow and slippery objects, such as roots or rocks, are a good choice for women looking to stay fit while pregnant. Abby Lowell, who is currently maintaining her running regime while pregnant with her second child, runs along the Treadwell Ditch Trail last summer.

The reasons for staying fit for life are many, and during pregnancy the benefits take on a deeper meaning. Studies have shown increased placental blood flow as a result of heightened activity. That blood is not only highly oxygenated, but it is also rich in fresh nutrients and endorphins — the feel-good hormone. Most know exercise keeps the extra pounds at bay, and for pregnant women, this can mean good things in a society with obesity levels climbing. Staying fit can mean an escape from some of the common ailments that plague pregnant women: leg cramps, fatigue, constipation, swelling, insomnia, high blood pressure and overall mood. It’s hard to argue, despite what some doctors have been saying for years, that exercise is not good for a developing fetus and the mother.

As soon as that blue plus sign — Clear Blue Easy’s equivalent of “yes, you’re pregnant” — appeared on a pregnancy test back in December, I resolved to keep running, hiking and walking as long as was comfortable and personally rewarding until the baby’s due date in September. This isn’t my first trip around the block, however.

Nearly three years ago, I had my first child — a boy. During that pregnancy, I worked as an assistant ski coach for the Juneau Ski Club. This meant spending every weekend on the slopes of Eaglecrest, hauling gear, gates and equipment — lots of drilling holes for gates, screwing in those gates and then undoing it all after a day full of being on my feet. It wasn’t until nearly my eighth month that I began to feel like downhill skiing was a bit much. It was then I switched to running. In my 39th week of pregnancy I was hiking Perseverance Trail and loving every minute. Elias was born, on time, a week later weighing in at 7 pounds, 1 ounce.

Now, many might balk at the thought of an extremely pregnant woman engaging in a typically high-risk sport like downhill skiing. But my doctor was supportive. In fact, he encouraged all types of physical activity, as long as I was skilled enough to do them safely.

This time around things have been a bit different. During my first trimester, which lasted through the winter, I was no longer spending weekends on the ski hill. And instead of jogging around Juneau for those first three months (like I had envisioned), I found myself sleeping 12 hours each night and still seeking naps at every opportunity. Then there were the headaches — the constant, pounding anguish that stretched from temple to temple and lasted for days. It took all I had just to look at my computer screen. So, those 12 weeks consisted of yoga and, well, eating. (I was really hungry!) But that’s about it. I gained 12 pounds, found a new blemish daily and suffered from painful cold sores every three weeks. Yes, pregnancy — what a joy. I must admit, I was faithfully counting down to the arrival of trimester two and hoping my body would adjust to the tiny human inside me.

It’s times like these that test new moms-to-be. Doctors and midwives might be saying a little activity will boost energy levels, though simultaneously, the body is screaming the opposite. But the pros are right, and it’s important to give the body what it craves and then some — within reason. Even a 15-minute walk will turn a dismal day around. It doesn’t take much — just do what feels best.

Because after month three, for nearly all expecting ladies, life gets great. I mean really, really great. I found myself giddy as I shopped for new running shoes. Outings felt amazing again. My energy was back and my legs, strong from the yoga and refreshed from a few months off, were ready to run again. I listened to what my body needed and since the beginning of March I’ve been hitting the pavement and trails faithfully.

Keep in mind that I’ve always been a runner. It’s not something I would recommend picking up mid-pregnancy. I think the benefits of exercise during pregnancy are far from fully discovered, but the effort has to be catered to the individual. It’s not a time to start something new. Instead, pick up an activity you know you’ll be comfortable doing safely and take it slow to begin. When I first started running again, my body (and belly) weren’t used to the bouncing. I’d walk until the round ligaments (those that support and stretch as the uterus grows) relaxed and my body warmed up. Now I feel great on all types of terrain. Yesterday, I even passed a guy on a long downhill. He couldn’t see, but I had a grin from ear to ear.

It’s also important to make sure, especially during pregnancy, that all activity is coupled with ample fluids and food. I don’t eat during activity (it gives me side aches), but I make sure to have a snack of water and complex carbohydrates or fruit available within 15 minutes of finishing a run. The sooner you replenish depleted stores, the faster your body will recover.

With the sun making more regular appearances these days, it’s time to get out and enjoy the Alaskan scenery. Trails at lower elevations, such as the Salmon Creek, Dupont and Rainforest trails, are currently snow and ice free and aren’t too long or arduous for most.

In an effort to inspire and educate other women, I’m going to continue this column until my due date in September. I’ll interview local midwives and doctors to help gain insight on how exercise can affect an expecting mom and baby. I’ll touch on topics such as gear, foods that pack a punch, preventing complications, dads, and what it’s like to be Alaskan and pregnant. I’ll offer reports on local trails and which ones clumsy ladies (especially those that can no longer see their feet) should avoid. And I’ll keep it real, offering up my own experiences — the celebrations and the challenges.

• Remember, everyone is different. Make sure to check with your doctor or midwife before beginning an exercise program.

Down south Spring

2011-04-14T10:39:00.002-08:00

We took a trip down to Portland, Oregon for a little bit of everything — errands, visits with family and a bit of fun.
Highlights included a jaunt to the zoo, the sights of the Portland skyline, runs among the blooming trees, hanging out with Papa, Ruth, Ni, Brady and Nikki and a great visit with Elias' Great Grandma June Bug (my grandma). It also happened to be her 92nd birthday the day we got together! Elias, as you can see, had a great time.

Dinner on the beach

2011-03-28T08:47:00.014-08:00

It was a wonderful end to a beautiful day.

More to come ...

Torential downpour = lazy living room Sunday

2011-01-25T07:51:00.001-09:00

It's been a while since I posted photos of the family doing what we do best when trying to beat the boredom of a nothing-to-do Sunday. Elias and I cooked and made snacks together. Then, we ate. I'm hungry fairly all the time. So, we're a good match.
"Oh, you don't want that, Elias?"
"Nope."
"OK, I'll eat it."
Teamwork, teamwork ... it's a wonderful thing.
Daivd continues to cultivate the little skier in Elias as they practiced jumps off an ottoman in the center of the living room. A pile of pillows and blankets was the landing pad. The event was one that drew rolls of laughter from all. A good belly laugh is good for the soul, afterall.
"Katamino!"
This word echos through our household incessantly. It's the name of a game (and what you yell when you've won) that Ni and Pa got Elias for Christmas. Suited for ages 3 through adult, it's truly a family game that gets us all thinking critically and creatively.
Here's a few photos that pretty much sum up the day. Enjoy!

Announcing!

2011-01-21T12:12:00.002-09:00

Due in mid-September ...

First ski

2011-01-21T11:00:00.004-09:00

Elias has been watching a plethora of ski movies this winter ... and absolutely loving it. Of course, David is proud as punch his son is intrigued by the same sport that sends him deep into the mountains.
So, on the day after Christmas, Mike, my mom and I took Elias out onto the Nordic trails at Eaglecrest. He had a good time, but resolved to ride in the sled after realizing he had to go uphill as well as down.

New Years day on snow

2011-01-02T14:34:00.009-09:00

We got our tree!

2010-12-07T12:09:00.005-09:00

... but I had a flash card fail! That means only half the images I captured were actually recorded. But, here's a selection of those that survived ...

Yes, that's Simon in the foreground. As he does every year, he accompanied us on our hunt. The journey also featured some homemade spiced wine, Bali eating sticks and David, who thought he forgot the saw, cutting down the tree with a hatchet the size of my palm.

Good times. And, the tree is gorgeous.

Silence of ice

2010-11-30T09:10:00.003-09:00

When the world is frozen in the perpetual shadow of winter, it's amazing how silent things become. In a rainforest laden with every shade of green, it's easy to imagine how such a place would be a constant cacophony of sounds — drip, drip, dripping of water as it plops off of leaves, cascades down rivulets as it gains speed, bulk and momentum until it's flowing into a small stream along the trail.
I find it's not until all this is frozen into various states of crystaline sculptures, that the silence becomes so prevalent, I feel I'm walking alone no longer.
In a lazy weekend filled with good food, decent weather and lots of lazing around, our Thanksgiving weekend could be classified as "uneventful," but looking back it seems we wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Today on my run ...

2010-11-09T10:29:00.007-09:00

For the last few months I've been documenting my runs each day with a fitting photograph to capture the essence of the outing.

Finally, after many, many, many images, I've pieced a few together into a collage. Juneau is truly a beautiful, versatile and amazing place to run.

Just a few ... more to come!

2010-11-08T09:23:00.004-09:00

Life has happened ... again. Too much work, lots of playing and a really lame stint of the stomach flu has forced a three-month hiatus on the blog. Ah well.

But I'm back. And my plan is to post more, especially with the holidays just around the corner...

But prior to the puking and whatnot, here was Elias on Halloween. He was sporting the bottom half of his dragon outfit on the deck ... What is it about pants with built in paws?

It's happened again ...

2010-07-09T09:47:00.011-08:00

... I've taken far more photos than I have time to post!

So, here's a sampling which will feature an excursion to Gold Rush Days, Sandy Beach play area, the Fourth of July parade and ... drum roll please ... Elias' second birthday gathering!

Yipee for birthday number two! It's been an amazing 24 months. In many ways it's bittersweet (yes, so cliche) as I know his babyhood is long gone, but the best is absolutely yet to come.

Enjoy.

Farmers' Market

2010-06-21T08:08:00.014-08:00

Elias and I were flying solo this weekend as David and his dad are out at Hoot n' Holler until mid-week.
So, we passed the time Saturday by running a few errands, then swinging by the farmers' market downtown. It paled in comparison to markets I've visited down south where fisherman, gardeners and artists come out in droves to sell their wares. Despite this, Elias and I had a good time. He charmed the pants off some guy for the rest of his strawberry jam. I took home some raisin bread, which I really hope Elias likes — the raisins might be the clincher — and we topped it all off with some garlic clippings and a bag of freshly popped popcorn.
The weather was wonderful this weekend, and in all the hubbub I forgot to send a warm Father's Day hello to my own dad!! Oops!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD! You're the best!

Sea, sun and the simple things

2010-06-14T15:00:00.015-08:00

Summer in Juneau is defined by many things; the return of salmon, the long days of sunshine and often, many visitors from "down south." I can't blame them really ... Southeast Alaska is certainly amazing this time of year.
And this summer, in particular, has proved memorable. Sunny skies, warm weather and the opportunity to share it with friends and family visitors.
Yep, it's one of those "sucker summers."
Here's a sampling ...

New BFF

2010-05-24T09:31:00.002-08:00

The family took to the docks Saturday to check out the first ever Juneau Maritime Festival. The sun was shining and we all took in the sights. Elias was enthralled with the University of Alaska Southeast mascot (a whale) and followed that poor guy EVERYWHERE!
Here's when we finally gave in and had him pose for a photo.

Netting some vitamin D

2010-05-17T08:29:00.007-08:00

The sun was out Sunday illuminating Juneau like a green emerald against the still snowcapped mountains. The air was calm and crisp, and the boat, the 'Yomi II' – beckoned.
So for the first time in nearly a year (far, far too long, I might add) David, Jim, Elias and I went out to try our luck at salmon fishing.
It was tough, needless to say, but we did net a good time, a few memories and I landed a big ol sunburn. Yes! (Don't worry Mom, it wasn't that bad ... )
Ahh ... how I miss the sun ...

Photo attack

2010-05-12T10:08:00.012-08:00

I've been back behind the lens. Here's the fruits of my efforts.
I know, I know ... more of the kiddo!

Waiting for the warmth

2010-04-12T09:13:00.011-08:00

It's been a bit of a chilly spring. Sometimes.
And then sometimes it's so spectacular outside, you'd swear summer was knocking at the front door.
Either way, we've been out breathing a bit more fresh air.
It's spring. Can you smell it?

Just another weekend

2010-03-13T22:56:00.009-09:00

This week has been busy. Between work, the weather and the little hoard of toddlers that now makes up at least one-third of our neighborhood - I'm downright bushed.
But in a good way.
Our neighbor, Lori, was staring down the barrel of a week without her spouse - not an uplifting image when you have a nearly-three-year-old, and an eight-month-old who is absolutely time-consuming.
So we had them over a few times. Ate some good food and watched the kids play until they were "twired" - too tired not to be wired.
Oh, and it finally snowed! A fact that makes everyone in the household smile.

First fieldtrip

2010-03-10T08:58:00.007-09:00

I've officially experienced my first field trip, and, quite possibly my last.
Don't get me wrong, it was an absolute blast. And, of course, the smiles on those little faces were priceless.
But what I went home with that day (besides having something sticky in my hair and feeling a whole new level of exhaustion) was a new-found respect for those who look after our children when we can't. To say it's not an easy job is an understatement. It's hard. It's tiring. And it's often thankless and nearly always downright dirty.
So here's a big ol' THANK YOU to all those who devote time to the youth of our future.
Oh ya, and a few photos of the good times spent at Dimond Park Fieldhouse for Tot Turf Time.

Photo show

2010-03-02T16:33:00.009-09:00

I take many more photos than I post. A LOT more.
But, it's fine. I take the best of the best, and share them with all. Those of poor quality go to the back of my "Un-used items" icon on my desktop, or onto a surely-now-dusty CD in the back of the desk drawer.
Well, what about the mediocre shots? Those that got cut, but not tossed?
They're here. And I'm willing to share. They may not be in any particular order, but that's okay. Just pretend someone tossed a shoebox on the table and now you're pawing through the contents.
Have fun!

I have few pictures of Elias and I together. Here I'd just slapped a big, wet kiss on his cheek. "Ewww... come on Mom!"

Elias and Grandma Lowell lounge on the carpet before dinner Sunday night. At 20 months old, Elias is all about the mimic.

His teachers at school said Elias associates cameras with "Momma." I don't blame the kid. Here he is mugging me for a look through the viewfinder. I have a feeling he's going to want to be behind the camera, more than in front of it.

Papa stopped by while we were in Central Oregon. Despite a flat tire and exhausted kiddo, Dad and I managed to enjoy a great lunch together. Then, Papa taught Elias the finer points of drinking water "like a big boy."

My mom and I spent a lot of time in the kitchen when I was in Bend visiting with Elias. One day, while I was out for a run, Mom (nI) and Elias whipped up some muffins. They were topped with some delicious banana frosting.

David, Elias and Naomi Lowell sit in Jim and Suzi Lowell's living room on Christmas Day 2009. Elias is just about 1 1/2 years old in this picture.

Ah summer ... and 2009 was spectacular. Can't you tell?

Harvey, my good friend Katie's daughter, is a precious little girl. Although we were miles away, Katie and I were pregnant at the same time. Harvey was born Aug. 8, just one month after Elias.

Elias laughs as he spots the beam from his headlamp on the ceiling. nI and Pa were great at keeping the little guy busy.

Peek-a-boo sunshine

2010-02-28T10:27:00.007-09:00

Typically February in Juneau is cold, dark (though less so than December and January) and filled with ample precipitation in the form of that white fluffy stuff David most often refers to as "Pow."
Not this year.
This month has been punctuated by scenic mornings with lazy clouds that roll out of town as if using the Gastineau Channel as a guide. They lift to blue skies and leave behind a spectacular landscape that shimmers with frost.
But alas, Elias and I have been sick and haven't been out in the elements much. One lazy Monday morning, however, I took him to school and went for a hike.
Despite the sleepy clouds, I'm glad I did.

Lazy birthday weekend

2010-02-28T08:31:00.006-09:00

David is 30.
Yes - three, zero.
A geezer. A grey-hair. One of those "old fogeys."
Not really. But it's been fun to tease him. And like any mature adult, he's taken it with a smile.
What a guy. (insert winking smiley face here)
And on this momentous day we did - well, nothing much at all. It was a much needed day of rest.

Elias gets a kick out of opening the garage, giving Bali a pat, then saying "bye, bye" and proceeding to slam it (with all his might) closed.
Sometimes, he'll open it back up and just ... stare. I snapped this mid-gaze.

Vacation

2010-02-10T06:56:00.006-09:00

It was two weeks that went too fast. That's the norm when it comes to vacations, in my opinion.
The following is a section of moments taken from our travels and adventures in Bend, Ore. They certainly were not ground-breaking, but absolutely memorable in more ways than one. From baking to hiking, toy-playing to book-reading, we did a lot. And I miss my hometown all over again.

New do

2010-01-17T12:45:00.005-09:00

His hair hung in his eyes and seemed to always have some kind of "something" stuck in it. But I loved the curly ends and the I'm-still-a-baby-softness.
Alas, it was time to get a trim. David made an appointment with Deb, a gal who cut his hair for the first time when he was nine. He's been back to see her, off and on, ever since.
So Elias sat on my lap, while Deb snipped a little off the back, pulled it up from out of his eyes and took in the sides.
He looks like such a different little boy ... but the sweetness is still the same.

Dawn on a new year

2010-01-02T21:00:00.008-09:00

December 31 was cold here in Juneau. We had winds gusting near 40 mph in the Douglas vicinity and temperatures hovered around the single digits.
But clear skies made for spectacular lighting so I found a way to get out and capture it.

A Christmas to remember

2009-12-29T10:07:00.011-09:00

This wasn't Elias' first Christmas.

No, last year he was witness to the sights, smells and smiles that accompany this time of year. But it's unlikely he remembers any of it.

Last Friday, however, will most certainly find a niche in his memories. He's reveled in ornaments on the Christmas tree, tasted the buttery sweetness of sugar cookies and stared wide-eyed as gift, after gift emerged from boxes, bags and other brightly-wrapped containers.

He had to see them all, and after two-and-a-half hours, he settled down to examine, in depth, the loot.

While his expressions that morning are etched in my mind, the rest of the day, to be quite honest, is a blur. But in the tiny moments of pause I was able to make the following images.

Enjoy.

A ba, a ba!

2009-12-16T09:19:00.004-09:00

Elias and I have taken to laying under the decorated tree.
We look up through the maze of lights, ornaments and branches and talk about what we see.
"Whas dat?" he'll ask.
"Those are lights. Blue light," I say pointing. "Green light. Yellow light."
"A ba, a ba!" he says gesturing toward a circular ornament.
"That's right! That's a ball!" I'll say. "But not for throwing, just looking."
"Ahhh..." he says.
We lay under the tree every day and I'm constantly amazed at how still with amazement a squirmy toddler can be.

Tree hunting

2009-12-09T11:51:00.009-09:00

Sunday afternoon featured a hike for a holiday tree. The whole family, including the often-mistaken-for-a-dog, but-who-is-really-a-cat Simon, went along for the first annual Tree Hunting Expedition at 1024 Wee Burn. He didn't complain once, which was unusual. Perhaps his fat reserves are finally coming in handy.
Bali was her usual self, and destroyed every stick in sight. Elias slept the whole time. And David, the tree-spotter, did the manly duty of cutting it down and hauling it, on one shoulder, back to the house. I took pictures and toted the little man around.
It was tough.

Naughty

2009-11-17T09:29:00.002-09:00

Love, LOVES the snow!

2009-11-17T09:20:00.005-09:00

This year is not Elias' first winter experience. A year ago he was toted around the in the woods and on the slopes multiple times. And while he knows that the "white stuff" exists - he's never truly experienced it — until now.
And let me tell you, it's love.
Here he is pointing excitedly to a big snow pile near Mendenhall Glacier Sunday.

Just kickin' it

2009-11-03T08:31:00.005-09:00

Fellow photographer and writer Klas Stolpe took this photo of Elias Friday, Oct. 30 as we were getting ready to go for a run with ultra-runner Geoff Roes.
Gotta love the sly eye.

Fall is here

2009-10-03T21:28:00.004-08:00

A chill is in the air. Termination dust in creeping down the peaks. Elias and I got out to enjoy what could be some of the last sunny days for a few months. Of course, as always, we had a great time.

Selections of summer

2009-08-13T15:40:00.008-08:00

Warm weather, blue skies and — yes — sun have filled the last few months. Elias turned one. It was a bittersweet moment that filled me with yearning and pride all at once. He's walking now and telling us about his world. "Da" and a determined pointing finger explains everything from the neighbor's dogs to the kitchen witch hanging from the pot rack.
Flowers in our garden are fantastic. We've "gotten the stink off" the Lowell's new boat — "Yomi II." And I've even found time to do a bit of local racing and realized I've still got it. Life is beautiful.

One year ago ...

2009-07-19T08:34:00.002-08:00

A year ago Elias came into this world a tiny bundle of sweet perfection. And now, a year later, I see him as the same babe he was the first time he laid on my chest. I know I always will.

Hot days call for cool solutions

2009-07-18T18:38:00.004-08:00

It's been hot here in Juneau. Yes, Southeast Alaska has been blessed with a summer for the record books. It's been beautiful. Temperatures have regularly soared into the 80s, mornings have been bluebird and the sun has been the talk of the town.
In addition, Elias has learned about the feel of cool green grass, the taste of fresh watermelon and the freedom of diaper-only cruising.

I have many "first-birthday" photos that need editing. In the meantime, I hope these will suffice.

Happy, happy independence day!

2009-07-04T20:45:00.003-08:00

A rare photo of Elias and I together. Thanks Dad!

Baby + dog + food = love forever

2009-06-08T06:43:00.003-08:00

Yes, Bali has finally come to her senses. Literally. Elias is no longer a noisy little intruder who has stolen all the attention she enjoyed for many years - well, maybe he still is - but now she just doesn't care. For this pair have formed a bond. One that is common between dogs and little boys - food.
Crackers, Cheerios, avocado, salmon scraps - you name it, Elias has flung it from his high chair. And there is Bali, eager, drool dripping, lips quivering, poised to spring into clean-up crew action at a moments notice.
Fine, I suppose, less work for me. But most likely the "we don't feed the doggy while we're eating" idea may take a while to sink in.

Elias has also been expanding his taste experiences by sampling a bit of the garden fare. He decided it all just tastes like dirt.

NOAA ship Rainier

2009-05-30T16:20:00.003-08:00

I toured a NOAA ship Friday while it was in Port in Juneau. I have to say I'm not a boat-lover, but this one was pretty interesting. The craft and crew is re-mapping Alaska's ocean floor to identify navigational hazards, ship wrecks and other oceanic unknowns. It was an interesting tour - as far as boat tours go. After I realized, I'm a land lubber and glad to be one.
The following are the highlights:

More of my men

2009-05-28T14:44:00.006-08:00

Here's just a selection of Elias' latest.

My name is José

2009-05-28T14:30:00.001-08:00

... and one of David sportin' the half-attempt at a 'stash.

Weekend work

2009-05-17T07:08:00.010-08:00

This weekend David has been hard at work laying slate in our entry. This project comes on the heels of some serious and surprising water damage that happened as a result of a corroded and leaky water heater. It happens.
So, we used a soaked carpet pad and a potentially moldy underfloor as an excuse to do some demo on the house.
Elias, of course, thinks this new "off-limits" area is a total violation of his crawling rights — but, he'll just have to get over it. I'm sure the pretty new slate, once finished, will provide at least a good 15 minutes of prime excitement. And while he's preoccupied, I can fold some laundry (finally!).
Anyway, while David slaved away — he now wishes he was a tile guy — Elias and I played, took some pictures to highlight is new chompers and, well, hung out. It's how most Saturdays, I think, should be spent — just killing time.

Vroom

2009-05-08T15:35:00.003-08:00

Elias has some new Legos - big-boy ones - that were hand-me-downs from a neighbor. They're cars and trains and such. I tried to show him how to play with them yesterday.
"Look Elias! Vroom, VROOM!" I said.
He just stared at me.
A few hours later he was playing again in the living room. From the kitchen I heard, "Errrrrr. ERRRRRR...."
I walked around the corner to find him playing with a truck.
My baby is becoming a little boy.

I know, I know...

2009-05-01T15:48:00.004-08:00

Yes, it's been far too long since my last post. But what can I say? The light bulb of mobility went off for Elias and since - well, lets just say - things aren't slowing down - literally.
Naturally, we love it. And as usual he's a joy. Our house has now become an amazing playground for him, and every stone must not be left unturned.
The latest fascination? The fridge. Here's the highlights.

Ready - GO!

2009-05-01T14:57:00.001-08:00

Naked. Crawling.

What could be better?

Standing proud

2009-03-01T07:46:00.002-09:00

Elias is so proud of his new-found mobility. While he's not a terror - yet, he's certainly moving in that direction.
Here's a photo I took of him Saturday morning - all smiles - as he stood in his crib.

From the archives

2009-02-26T15:58:00.003-09:00

I shot this picture early one Sunday morning as I drove home from work. This is the view looking south down Gastineau Channel as you cross the Douglas Bridge.
It's views like this that make me appreciate living in such a wonderful, wild place.

In the news

2009-02-23T17:19:00.004-09:00

I've been tapping my roots, digging into my archives of college knowledge. Yes, I've been writing and doing photography again - more than just for fun.
It feels wonderful. Ah, nothing like getting paid to do what you love. Seriously.
Below is an image I shot today for the paper. DIPAC employees were moving floats in Gastineau Channel as they prepare for spring runs of salmon which will surround the facility (pictured in the background) in masses.

Just the little guy.

2009-02-17T14:47:00.002-09:00

Elias is growing fast. It seems we celebrate a new milestone daily and each moment is one to be savored. At the risk of sounding cliche - where has the time gone?
He's a joy - no doubt. Here's a few photos him - just Elias - just my little guy.
For now...

Cheeks

2009-02-17T07:12:00.002-09:00

I took this in early January. It's one of my favorites...

A moment to pause...

2009-02-06T15:31:00.006-09:00

The snow has been falling in Juneau. Falling sideways, gently, coating everything in a soft blanket of white. As if the sky needs to breath, there is always a pause - an hour, maybe two where the clouds part and the sun sneaks beneath.
This time is always peaceful, for me. It's a time when I can't help but take a moment, look around, and take a deep breath.

Snow days

2009-02-01T17:27:00.002-09:00

We recently received 15" of snow - overnight - here in the back yard.
For the mountains (and David) this was good news.
It certainly made for an exciting day on the mountain. Elias stayed at Grandma Suzi's while David and I found some turns up at Eaglecrest.
(sorry no photos)
Here's the first day of the storm:

Frozen hike

2009-01-28T23:40:00.023-09:00

It's been cold here. Very cold.
But with the cold comes hard snow that opens parts of the forest and muskeg that are otherwise blocked by sucker holes, impassable shrubery or other such barriers of the forest.
And the day was clear. The sun beckoning. So out we went.
I soaked it in. Elias slept.
And Bali - well - she did what all dogs do when they have room to roam - she roamed.

Nanners

2009-01-28T19:24:00.016-09:00

Six months

2008-12-31T11:32:00.003-09:00

In one week Elias will be six months old.

I can't believe it.

Actually, I can - but just barely. Yes the time has flown. But, it's been nothing but a fantastic adventure. A beautiful revival of life. And an eye-opening peak into the joys of childhood, parenting and what it means to be truly in love - with both the boys in my life.

I'm so very thankful.

So, here's some photos I took this morning. The last day in Elias' birth year. What a wonderful year it has been.

Enjoy!

Even GorTex doesn't cut it

2008-12-07T07:40:00.004-09:00

The clouds hung low. Only the bottoms of the islands peaked out from under the fog. And looking out the window I could see the rain falling in sheets. Sideways.
But Elias and I had to get out. There was no way around it. I knew he would stay cozy and dry tucked under the canopy of his car seat. I knew his little cheeks would turn rosy with chill, but the rest of him would stay warm under layers of fleece and wool.
I, on the other hand, would certainly not be so lucky. It's weather like this that sends Southeast Alaskans inside to work on their hobbies - whatever they may be. Because weather like this soaks you to the bone. It doesn't matter how many new materials you throw on. Weather like this finds the nooks and crannies, the tiny imperfections and soaks right in.
But we went anyway. I drove to nearly the end of North Douglas Highway. Parked at the boat launch and proceeded to pack Elias (already asleep, mind you) into the Bob jogger. Off we went.
One hour, five minutes and seven miles later I trotted back to the car. Soaked. Satisfied. And, yes, smiling. So was Elias.
It was heaven.

Nothing like Family

2008-10-31T05:53:00.024-08:00

...and there's not. It's the time of year that I crave soups, warm fires and a hot cup of chocolate before bed. It's the time of year that I feel the pangs of homesickness a bit more often.
But not in a bad way. Mostly because the next couple months will be spent with family and friends to celebrate nothing more than togetherness.
David and I want to create that same feeling for Elias. So yesterday, with the sun shining, we took a few "family" pictures to celebrate our first fall as three.
Perhaps Elias won't remember how hard it was to get him to look at the camera or how many shots we had to take to get just the right one - but hopefully a seed has been planted, and he'll think back on "family time" with fondness.

Gotta love mother nature - at least today

2008-10-25T10:28:00.003-08:00

It snowed. I'm so excited. Here's a few pictures I took out our back windows.
Yessss!

Don't worry...totally PG

2008-10-24T20:03:00.004-08:00

I love this picture! ... and that's all I have to say.

Daddy time

2008-10-19T15:43:00.003-08:00

Today I snuck up on Elias and David in the nursery. There I found them reading book after book. It was precious.
Elias has now taken to mimicking our voices and sounds. And, I must say, he does quite a good job.
"Elias, what does a cow say? (pause) Mooooooo."
"Ohhhh..mmmm" he'll say in response.
He doesn't quite have it down pat.
But it's so freakin cute.

"I'll eat you Bandana Bear!"

2008-10-11T15:34:00.006-08:00

Haha! Today I was playing with Elias. He's totally into grabbing anything and everything. Well, Bandana Bear is squishy, rattly and very baby safe for grabbing and eating.

Poor Bandana Bear...

I think he may look slobbery, crusty and well - "loved" - before too long.

Black and white

2008-10-11T15:28:00.002-08:00

I'm working on my photo skills. Yep, we are planning on shooting a family portrait sometime in the future so I've been playing around with my camera a bit.

Elias has - obviously - been my test subject. Who better?

Here's the results thus far...

Road runners

2008-10-07T14:57:00.003-08:00

I am now a road runner. Nearly every day Elias, Bali and I hit the roads around Juneau for a jog. Is it terribly exciting? Not really. There's not a huge selection afterall. But it keeps us sane. In a good way.
The pat, pat, pat of feet hitting the pavement, the ravens in the trees, an occasional eagle and Bali's scritch scratch of claws on the asphalt sends us all - I think - into a hypnotic state of calm. It's a welcome break from home. A change of scenery. A breath of fresh air - literally.
And thank goodness for the "Bob." This jogger stroller is a must-have for any mom looking to stay super-active after the birth of kiddos. And with Elias still so small, his car seat clips right in.
By the way, this morning we had our first hard frost. Winter's on its way!

Awww...

2008-10-06T11:58:00.003-08:00

Okay just a cut pic - I promise to blog about something besides my son sometime...sooner...or later...

Morning man

2008-10-03T08:45:00.002-08:00

Elias loves mornings. He is always a bundle of smiles and energy as soon as the sun comes up.
This particular morning he decided to show off his latest trick - yep, this kiddo can now sit up - with a little help balancing, of course. What a joy it is to watch him learn about the world!
Here he's sporting his new fuzzi bunz (a reusable diaper) and of course the ever-present milk belly.

Heads up

2008-09-13T10:36:00.002-08:00

I know it's been a while since my last post - my apologies. And yes, I do have some stories to tell about our adventures lately - but those can wait.
Because...gasp...Elias can now lift his head! Yipee! He's actually quite excited about his new outlook on the world - from his belly.
The latest game - airplane. You know...baby is held on his chest and bum and flown around the room. Well, Elias is all smiles when we play it. What a heart-melter.

Training

2008-08-22T10:01:00.005-08:00

Okay. It's been almost two months since I had Elias. Now, I'm not expecting miracles, nor am I expecting over-night results - but I am ready to kick these extra pounds to the curb.
Belly flab - be gone. Saddlebags - see ya!
Elias and I have started "Summer Slim-down 08." Keep in mind he doesn't really do much but sleep, drool a little and look around - but he's part of the action anyway.
Oh yes, and Bali comes too...
We are going to explore the Juneau trail system with a whole new outlook - baby friendly trails. Whether we're in the "three-wheeler" - as my dad calls it - or the Ergo baby - I'm bound and determined to hash out the top trails for infant toting.

Stay tuned.

And now, a cute picture of some toes that will surely stay soft despite the miles we'll cover.

Purple lips

2008-08-20T11:32:00.006-08:00

Yes, that's what happens when the blueberries come into season up here. You see folks young and old heading (carefully, mind you - we share with the bears) up into the hills and into their backyards to harvest these plump balls of summer's sweetness.
I recently ran into our neighbors and thier young one, Dylan (16 months). His hands were filthy, and twigs where stuck between his fingers. His face was plastered with a thin bluish paste and a grin spread ear to ear. His dad, Jarrod, held up a large yogurt container packed with berries. It was clear they'd been in the woods.
Yesterday, Elias, Bali and I went too. We hiked, took in the sun and took pictures. My hands were too full to pick. But don't they look delicious?

Oh, and for those of you that don't know - it's been raining and raining and raining. We had a record month of rainfall in July. (I thought global warming would make Alaska warmer!) Needless to say this made the trails really muddy. Ah well...that's what knee-high rubber boots are for!

Just plain cute!

2008-08-19T20:49:00.003-08:00

Elias. Pre-bath. 6 weeks. Cute - but then again, I'm bias.

"Papa"

2008-08-19T18:49:00.004-08:00

My dad visited around the beginning of August. It was wonderful to see him and to introduce him to the little one. He was positive the term "grandpa" just didn't fit. So instead he will be called "Papa." It's a good alternative I think - and much more youthful sounding - which is what really matters right?
We hiked when we could, saw the sights of Juneau and spent some quality time together. It was grand. Here are a few shots he took while in town.

Before there were three...

2008-08-03T12:17:00.004-08:00

A few weeks before Elias made his grand entrance we had some photos taken of my bulging belly.

These are courtesy of Andrea Watt owner of Le Petite Studio.

A special thank you to Andrea for creating some beautiful images!

Diaper days

2008-07-30T19:38:00.003-08:00

Elias and I spend a lot of time on the changing table. I'm pretty sure I've made every silly face under the stars in an effort to keep him occupied. And in his attempt to - ahem - take care of business - he's made a few of his own.

Afterwards we always have "tummy time" (top image) to excercise those neck muscles.

He loves it. As do I.

Thanks Whitney!

2008-07-20T19:10:00.002-08:00

He loves it...thank you!

We're obsessed

2008-07-20T18:58:00.003-08:00

Yes, it's true. David and I are obsessed with our little boy. That's how it's supposed to be right? So, to satisfy our obsession...here are a few more pictures.

Elias - around 10 days old

You want pictures? We got em!

2008-07-16T10:12:00.004-08:00

Elias - 5 days old

Birth story

2008-07-13T11:16:00.003-08:00

In the months prior to Elias' birth, I was asking a lot of questions to new and seasoned moms. What is labor like? What do contractions feel like? And many others. Mostly the moms said that labor was a blur and that they really don't remember much about the event. What?? How can you not remember much? I was baffled. Until now.
Trying to remember exactly what went on in my delivery room has also been a challenge. But here's the story...I think.
Saturday, July 5:
All day I was having contractions. They weren't terribly painful and, as you may have read in my earlier post, not really "all that bad. "
Well, that was all about to change.
Things escalated, as expected, and by midnight Saturday night I was working hard to breathe through painful contractions that were lasting about a minute and were about 10 minutes apart. By 2:30 am, things were getting more intense and I called the hospital. They told me to come in if I was ready.

Sunday, July 6: At 3:00 a.m. we checked into Bartlett Regional Hospital. They put me in the standard hospital attire - this day the color would be mint green. After a bit of official business, they checked the dialation of my cervix. I was at 1 cm and was about 85% effaced.

Translation?

My cervix had opened to about the diameter of a pinky finger - I needed to reach the diameter of a grapefuit before I could even think about pushing.

Sigh - this was going to take some work.

8:00 a.m.: Shift change.

The nursing staff changed shifts and we were assinged a pleasant gal named Sandy. At 9:30 a.m. she checked me again. I was at 2 cm. What? Why were things going so slow? Later that morning Sandy said she had talked to Dr. Maier - the doctor on call - and mentioned that she had expressed concern about my stamina. She wanted me to rest and had recommended I get a shot of Demoral. This shot is a narcotic and would in no way affect my baby negatively for delivery. It would however take the edge of things and probably allow me to sleep. In my eyes, it would also dissolve my number one goal - to have a natural birth. But, after David and I talked, we realized it was a good move.

So I got the shot. I didn't sleep - nope, I still felt the contractions and in some ways the shot made things harder because I couldn't feel them coming. I would be slammed alert in the peak of the contraction and have to get my breathing under control to work through the pain that was now lasting a minute or two. These were not wimpy contractions.

Around 3 p.m.: Doctor Anya Maier introduces herself. And, recommends we break my water. She says she's surprised my water hasn't broken already with my strong contractions. The amniotic fluid is clear. All is well. Now, more waiting.

So I get in the tub, relax and do a little slow dancing around my hospital room with David. But, instead of getting stronger, the contractions slow to around 15 minutes apart. Are you kidding me?

Next step: Pitocin.

Ugh. This labor was quickly evolving into NOTHING we expected. But, the end result was worth it and I'd been in labor for nearly two days. It was time to speed things up with a few synthetic labor inducing hormones. The biggest downside besides the wretching pain? Being strapped to a freakin IV. And once the stuff kicked in, I was working hard to manage the contractions. By this time it had to be past 8:00 p.m. because the nursing shift changed again. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I was only dialated to 4 cm by this point.

9:00 p.m. Sunday:

Dr. Maier highly recommends pain medication. She said an epidural would be a great choice for me. I accept. I sleep. At 1 a.m. Monday, July 7 I was at 7 cm. Finally! Whew! Only three to go! The only downside...my epidural had worn off. The contractions were intense and coming every minute. But, this time it was harder for me to deal with them. I couldn't get up and walk around, I couldn't get into a hot tub. I just had to lay in bed and feel them. The anesthesiologist arrived at 2:30 a.m. to deliver more medicine. I was dialatedto 8 1/2 cm.

3:30 a.m.: Push! Finally, it was time to push. And push I did. With all my might I visualized every ounce of strength pushing this baby down and out...down and out...down and out. The nurse recommended some horrible positions. I won't eleborate...all I know is it is much harder to push against gravity than with it.

So, despite my numb legs I insisted that I get up on all fours and push that way. I needed to take control of this delivery. That worked. I made progress.

Next we used the birthing bar - a bar that installs across the end of the bed. I would haul myself up on this bar and squat like I was peeing in the woods. Yes! More progress!

David, my mom and David's mom Suzi were saints. They held my legs, yelled encouragement and helped me sit up for each and every contraction. It wasn't long before I could reach down and feel my baby's head. Wow...talk about motivation.

5:57 a.m. - Monday, July 7: Elias is born. Once the head was out, the rest slipped out like a wet fish. Dr. Maier placed the him instantly on my belly. David came over with tears in his eyes. Elias was wet and warm. And after a few lusty cries he settled down and we just stared.

"He looks like an 'Elias' to me," I said.

David nodded "yes," and that was it... Our baby boy had finally arrived. It was ALL worth it. I'd do it all over again. Right now.

Of course the delivery wasn't over. The placenta arrived looking dark, red and healthy. Dr. Maier stitched me up and the pediatrician checked Elias' vitals.
We all basked in relief and bliss.
Now, six days later we're still amazed and talk about the event. At this moment I'm looking over at my two boys snoozing in a chair. I feel extremely blessed.

Elias up close

2008-07-11T18:00:00.005-08:00

I keep hearing that everyone wants more pictures of the little one. Below are a few I snapped at the hospital the day after he was born.
David and I are head-over-heels in love with this amazing boy. And, every day, he just keeps getting more and more intriguing. Whether it's his tiny toenails or deep blue eyes , we find ourselves doing nothing but just staring.

Elias Lee Lowell

2008-07-09T16:01:00.004-08:00

Born: July 7, 2008 - 5:47 a.m.

7 lb 1 oz

19 3/4 inches long

...birth story to follow...