Emotional roller coaster

If you're reading this, I'm sure you're aware that Carmen Renleigh Atkins came into our lives on Friday, September 12, 2008 at 7:59 am weighing 8 lbs 5 oz and measuring 19.75 in.

She is amazing.

I was prepared in a sense that I had gathered most of the supplies we needed to have a new baby in the house. Plenty of diapers and clothes (understatement), all the needed baby gear, but I wasn't at all prepared for the emotional aspect of entering into motherhood. The tears have been flowing fast and furious ever since we brought her home from the hospital and I think the rush of emotions has kept my from writing anything until now. I look at Carmen and I'm just completely overwhelmed. I honestly did not know that I had the capacity to love anyone this much. I cry because the days are going by so fast and she changes so much each day. I just don't want to miss a second of it. I cry because I'm terrified that she will roll over in her sleep and suffocate and I won't be there to help her. I cry because five weeks from now I'll have to go back to work and won't be with her all day. I cry because my om will go home to Ohio on Saturday and I hate the fact that Carmen won't grow up close to that Grandma. Needless to say, the hormones are having quite an effect on me. Brad is worried, and I guess I am too, a little, but we'll just have to ride it out, and hopefully I'll start to even out as I recover.

Brad has been amazing throughout the whole process. I think I've kind of fallen in love with him all over again. He is so good with Carmen, and his experience having already been the Daddy to a new baby once, is invaluable. We were released from the hospital last Monday and Brad had to return to work on Tuesday. It took everything in his power to push through that day of work because he was so upset that he wasn't with Carmen. He actually went to work, loaded his truck, and then came back to the house before driving to Jeff City just so he could see her one more time.

Physically, I'm doing pretty well. I've lost almost 25 pounds, which makes it much easier to move around, and my incision is healing nicely. I still have a lot of abdominal pain, but it's just going to take a while to get those muscles healed. I'm off Vicadin and just taking super Motrin these days, which isn't quite as effective, but it'd got to be better for Carmen.

Carmen is a dream baby. Eat, sleep, poop, repeat. She has been sleeping through the night since she was five days old. I nurse her at 9:30 or 10 and have to wake her up at 5:30 or 6 to eat again. Yes, I fully realize how amazing that is. She woke up once last night for a feeding and a diaper, but it was no big deal. She doesn't even cry, really. Brad and I are truly blessed.

To everyone who has brought us food and offered to help out-thank you! We appreciate your kindness so much. To everyone who is still waiting to meet her, we appreciate your patience. We love seeing everyone and introducing Carmen, but visits just really wear me out right now. I'll be feeling better soon, and then Carmen and I will start making some visits of our own!

Please keep us in your prayers as we settle in with this new little Atkins.

Freaking out a little

With just hours to go until baby Carmen emerges, I'm a little, let's say "anxious". I believe that Oscar may be feeling it too because he's been pooping on the floor all day. He got very comfortable in Carmen's Boppy pillow yesterday and I was just too tired to stop him. He also enjoys the swing that the girls from work gave us. That little dog is in for a huge reality check!

I doubt that I'll get too much sleep tonight, so I'm not even going to try. I'll just doze in front of the TV and sleep if I sleep. We have to be at the hospital at 5:30 am so I figure I need to get up at about 3:30 anyway. My bag is pretty much packed, and the house is in OK shape, but I keep thinking of things I need to do. At this point, I think it's time to give up. There isn't anything that I can't deal with later or ask Mom to help me with hen she gets here. I cannot wait until she's here!

I wish I had something more interesting to report, but I don't. Brad will email everyone and makes lots of calls once we get out of surgery tomorrow. Hopefully we'll have some news by 9:00 am or so. Please keep us in your prayers. Surgery is scary, but in this case, so worth it!

Love,
Amanda

Gettin' Ready for the Miracle....

When I was little, my mom directed the children's choirs at both churches we attended. Like me, Mom is a fan of the Children's Theater productions, and at both Wilkes Blvd. and Missouri United Methodist we performed a Christmas show called "Gettin' Ready for the Miracle". I've got a freakishly good memory, so I remember the lyrics to most of the songs from the show, and the lyrics to the title song have been running through my head like crazy lately. I'd say they're a pretty good descriptor of my life right now. We're at T minus five days and counting! Today was my last Sunday at church sans child and I found myself looking forward to stuff like taking her down front for the Children's Sermon, her baptism, and just her life in the church. I totally grew up a church kid with Sunday school, choir, bell choir, youth group...I was in to everything and loved it. What I didn't consciously realize was the huge effect being "raised" by the church was having on my life. I'm just really excited to be able to offer that to my daughter.
Brad and I will do our best to keep you updated as the week progresses. If you want to know what's going on, just call us!
Thanks for all the prayers and well-wishing!

Birthday

It's official: Baby Carmen will be arriving on Friday, September 12, 2008 at 7:30 am by way of Cesarean section. It's not exactly the way we would've planned it, but the little bugger just isn't turning, and the whole manual turning thing doesn't sound like a good idea. The whole idea freaked me out at first, but now I'm getting used to it, and of course, I love the idea that I can put it on my calendar. I realize C-sections just aren't as big a deal as they used to be, but it will be my first operation, my first IV, my first real hospitalization-it's all just a little overwhelming.

So, for the next 18 days I will be wrapping stuff up at work and taking it as easy as possible. It may be time to turn the cable TV back on.......

Today's check-up

Today was our last scheduled sonogram for baby Carmen. We were excited to find out how big she's getting and what position she's in since we're less than five weeks from go time. It turns out that she is already about 6 lbs. 6oz., and she's breech. Dr. Morse is predicting that she'll be about an 8.5 lb baby if we go full term. Nate and I were both 7 and change, so that seems HUGE to me! Dr. Morse isn't concerned. We're giving Carmen until next Monday to get in position, and if she's still breech then, we'll make a serious plan about how to get her out. They can try to manually turn her if we want, but it hurts, only works half the time, and would mean I'd have to be induced right after they turned her because they'd likely damage the placenta. The other option is a c-section which is certainly NOT what I wanted, but might have to happen. In that case, she can be as big as she wants! I just hope all those cute 0-3 month outfits won't go to waste!
All in all, things are going OK. I feel tired and I wobble everywhere I go, but that's to be expected. It's been a strange week or so as my Grandpop passed away and we simultaneously look forward to Carmen's impending arrival. Makes a person do a lot of thinking about the cycle of life. I also learned this week that a former student of mine lost his battle with cancer last month. He would have been five next month. I only hope I can be a strong as his mom was throughout his illness and treatment. They are both in my prayers and I'd ask you to include them in yours as well.
I'll keep posting more info on Carmen's progress as it becomes available. We probably won't know anything before next week.

Love to all,
Amanda

Bit of a scare

I went to see Dr. Morse for my regular appointment today and had a little scare. I had stayed home from work because I'm STILL coughing and just didn't feel right. I got to the appointment and they weighed me and took my blood pressure as usual. I had lost 2 pounds which was weird, but not hugely weird because it's so hot. My blood pressure was 144/98 which is way high for me. They asked me what I'd bee doing all day and the answer was nothing. I'd been home resting all day-and not the resting where I do 5 loads of laundry including carrying all the baskets of clothes around. I truly rested!
So they sent me over to Labor & Delivery to run some tests and be monitored. I had told Brad to skip the appointment because nothing exciting ever happens, so he was home with Ethan. I called and filled him in and he was at the hospital in a matter of minutes. They admitted me and got me hooked up to the fetal monitor as well as a blood pressure monitor. My blood pressure stayed high until Brad arrived and then it got much lower with every reading. They did some blood work and everything came back normal, so they sent me home. By the time I left, my blood pressure was 122/66. Dr. Morse wants me to come back next Monday just to check on me and then we have our regular visit in two weeks which includes another sonogram to check on her growth.
All is well for now, but it kind of spooked me. I've never been in the hospital all hooked up to machines and what have you. I guess it's good that I got my first experience with that out of the way before labor starts.
I'm going to try to get some sleep now because I'm VERY tired, but I'll keep everyone posted if we have any more excitement.
By the way, we got to listen to baby Carmen's heart the whole time we were in the hospital and that was very cool. She's an extremely active little girl!

Completely overwhelmed with gratitude!

Richard, Meghan, Nate, Amanda, Krista, and Brad at the baby shower.

I really don't even know where to begin. Yesterday, my aunt Caryl and mother-in-law Rene threw me the most wonderful baby shower. We all met at my church in the parlors and visited, opened presents, and had lunch. It was absolutely delightful! I was thrilled not only by all of the amazing gifts, but by the people who took the time to actually travel in for the event. We had my Mom and Dad, and Nate and Krista in from Ohio, which is always awesome. Having Nate and Krista is the house means I've been laughing myself sore since they arrived. We have way too much fun together. Add Richard and Meghan to the mix, and things got truly out of control. They came in from St. Charles and stayed the afternoon before driving back so Richard could go to work. I've been battling a cough that seems worse when I talk or laugh, so I pretty much coughed the whole day. It was so worth it!
From the West, we had Jen traveling all the way from the Kansas (ew) side of Kansas City. Jen is one of those friends that I've had for so many years that just being in the same room with her makes me happy! We also spent the morning with lots of local family and friends, and I invite everyone who is able to stop by the house and see the nursery now that it's almost fully equipped. Just give me today to get everything put away!
Now on to the gifts. UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So many cute onesies, and soft blankies. It was like Super Christmas! I get extremely excited about the handmade gifts, and there were some spectacular ones.
Krista demonstrated that she hasn't been working all summer (teacher) by arriving armed with like 47 packages. There was practical stuff, some of which she didn't understand why I would even want (car seat protector), some of which made me laugh a lot (breast cream), some of which made everyone laugh (pacifier with gold grill), and some of which was so thoughtful (painting, gorgeous handmade blanket). She went way overboard and that's the kind of aunt that Carmen needs!
Grandma Doris gave us this absolutely beautiful white and pink afghan. Seriously, it's breathtaking. I might have to hang it directly on the keepsake quilt rack. It's just amazing.
Grandma Kathy made her an awesome quilt too, as well as a lined hamper that is just precious. She is so crafty!!!
I could tell that my mom had had fun with her shopping and will continue to do so. The clothes she gave us were so my style and included a "Mizzou rules, Kansas drools" onesie and pacifier set. Mom also helped me cover the practical bases by giving us the changing pad and mattress pad we've been needing, and in a few weeks, we will have a brand new glider and ottoman for the nursery! Thanks Mom and Dad! OH! I forgot the diaper bag. I am madly in love with my diaper bag. I may start carrying it now. It is the coolest ever. No exaggeration.
Grandma Darla gave me the travel system that Carmen and I will use to travel the town. It's so cool that it defies description. Seriously, you'll just have to come over and play with it.
There were a bagillion other gifts that I LOVED, but I'm going to stop writing and go play with them now. Thank you so much to everyone who was there or sent wishes from afar. It was a truly wonderful day. Just 7 weeks to go, and we'll be able to meet the center of all this attention. We CANNOT WAIT!

The latest news

Aunt Alison made us this awesome quilt. We love it!!!

Here we are at 32 weeks and we're doing great! Dr. Morse has me coming to see her every two weeks and I'm actually starting to have some questions. Mainly along the lines of "How big is she?" and "How are we gonna get her out?".

Brad and I finished our child birth classes last Monday and we learned so much! I think we were the star pupils, but then again, Brad has been through this before and I've been around babies a little myself. The nurse who taught the class, Rachel Howard, was awesome! I can't wait to put all the good information she gave us to use.

We're looking forward to Ethan's arrival in Missouri on Monday. Grandma Rene will fly out to Virginia and bring him back (thank you Rene!) and he'll be here until the end of August. He doesn't start second grade until after Labor Day, so we'll have a nice long visit. We're planning to throw a Big Brother Party for Ethan while he's here since he's becoming a big brother not once, but twice this year. His baby sis Claire was born in May and he's doing a great job helping out with her. In Ethan's words, "Babies are A LOT of work!"

We're also excited because my parents, tentatively dubbed Granny and Papa Jack, will be here this weekend for our baby shower. Uncle Nate and Aunt Krista are coming too, so it should be a lot of fun! I can't wait to show off Baby Carmen's nursery and all of her tiny stuff.

By the way, we've landed on her full name, and we're relatively sure that we won't be changing it. The little girl tap dancing away on my bladder is Carmen Renleigh Atkins. Carmen, of course, is for my Nanny, and Renleigh is a combination of baby Carmen's grandmas' names.

Aunt Alison and Uncle Shannan came for a visit this week and brought a gorgeous handmade quilt. I love it so much that I took it to work on Friday.

That's about it for now. Everything is exciting, which is good because I need to keep my mind off the sweltering Missouri heat and my aching back. Thanks for all the prayers and happy thoughts!

Too many clothes!

Here is all the clothes we've been given so far that are size 0-3 months.... whoa....

Here's another box of bigger sized clothes.

Each of these bags holds clothes in bigger size ranges.

And the shoes...my God, the shoes....

What I'm trying to say, is that if you're considering a shower gift, we're good on clothes. I think we have enough for her to wear something different every day for the first year, which should really help with laundry! The vast majority of the clothes we've been given are hand me downs from friends at work and family and we are so thankful!!!!!! But anyway, her wardrobe is full for the moment...unless you find something really cute!

Quick note

Just a quick note because it is the late hour of 9:00pm and I am dead tired. I did want to tell everyone that I just saw my belly do some amazing things while lying in the bathtub. Apparently, she was doing some kind of gymnastics tonight and I could totally see it. So cool. Maybe I'll make a video of my belly and post it on here. Or maybe not. The whole flat belly button on it's way to an outie is really kind of gross.

More later.

One more thing....

Please vote in my new poll. We really need to decide what's Baby Girl is going to be for Halloween. I'm also taking suggestions...

I am a terrible blogger!

Seriously, it's been weeks and I've posted nothing new. OK, let me get you all caught up.
Things are going great with Baby Girl. I had a check-up last Monday which was completely anti-climactic as usual. I learned that when I go back on July 7th, they'll be testing me for gestational diabetes which involves drinking some really sugary stuff and having blood drawn. Fun fun! Baby Girl seems to enjoys tap dancing which is fine with me. You know I'm hoping this one ends up on stage. Really, is it to early to be a Stage Mom? KIDDING!!!! I've seen way too many stage moms and then Bravo did that whole show on them..UGGGHHHH! Not for me.
I'm feeling OK these days. My back aches all the time and I just feel like my skin to innards ratio is a little low. Apparently I'm not moisturizing as much as I need to. My feet are pretty swollen and it looks like it's going to be flip flops from here on out. I really need to treat myself to a pedicure because I can't really reach my toes anymore, but that's just not in the budget. We're saving every penny for diapers and what not.
I guess the big news is that I've been looking at making a career change. Dealing with child abuse day in and day out is a little intense for a new mom-to-be. I miss teaching sooooo much, but don't know if I can afford to go back to it. I don't know what I'll end up doing, but I've had some fun interviews. We'll just see what happens.
Brad's had some job developments too. As of Monday he will be running a route in Columbia instead of going to Jefferson City everyday. It's a step up for him as he'll have the opportunity to make more money and he'll be in town. I'm really proud of him!
I can't believe I forgot to mention our biggest news: WE NOW HAVE CENTRAL AIR CONDITIONING!!!!!!!!!!!!! You no longer have to be afraid to visit our house in the summer. Brother Nate and might as well be sister-in-law Krista will actually be comfortable when they come to visit in August. Mom and Dad are coming too, but I'm sure they'll stay with Nanny. Everyone is making the trip because Aunt Caryl is throwing me a baby shower!!! And I'm super excited because it's a game free baby shower! I just can't get into shower games, but I'm so excited to see everyone and talk about pregnant stuff and eat!
It's starting to storm outside, so think I'd better wrap this up before the lightning jumps through the computer and zaps me. I hear that's frowned upon during pregnancy.

Love to all!

Congratulations Meghan and Richard!!!

The Happy Couple! Baby girl's Aunt Meghan and Uncle Richard!!!

Baby girl made wearing a bridesmaid dress very tricky for Mom!

Brad and I at good friends' Richard and Meghan's Wedding 5/31/08.

Nursery

Brad and I did a bunch of work to baby girl's nursery this weekend. We bought a beautiful crib from my friend Jeannie, and decorated with gifts from my friend Kristi. It's the Dwell Studio for Target Circles Collection, if you're wondering, and we love it!!!!! Brad built the crib and helped a bunch, so he got to take a Zelda break while I took pictures.

Pictures of the attack

This is where the dog actually tried to bite me.

This is my shin a couple hours after it happened.

This is my foot after the caustic blood from te internal bleeding in my shin started pooling in my foot.

Occupational Hazard

I'm so sorry I haven't been very bloggy lately. I've been busy, you see.

I was attacked by a vicious dog while conducting a home visit.

Yep, you read that right! Amanda, lover of all dogs was dealt a cruel slice of irony when she arrived to visit some of her foster kids and a very strong, very angry dog came barreling through the front door, and slammed me onto the ground. As I tried to protect my head, the dog got hold of my elbow and tried his best to rip off my arm.

Before you start to worry, the baby is fine. I went to Dr. Morse the next morning and we listened to her little heart. None of my wounds were deep enough to need stitches or anything, and I didn't need a tetanus shot or antibiotics. All was well, I was just really sore. And ten days later I still am.

It happened on Monday, May 12 and I had to go back to the doctor on Friday because my right foot started turning really black and swelling like crazy. It's probably not broken (we can't do an x-ray to find out for sure), but it sure does hurt. My doctor sent me for a Doppler to check to make sure I didn't have any blood clots, and it was normal. I hoped I would get an accurate forecast from my Doppler experience, but no luck.

As of right now, I'm just hobbling around waiting for it to feel better. Yesterday it felt pretty good, but today I'm back to sore. The pictures really tell the story better than anything, but they're not for the queasy. View at your own risk!

In other news, baby A. is kicking like crazy. She's kicked hard enough last night that Brad could actually feel it. AWESOME!!!

Plus, I asked some of my friends to help me look for this bedding set I wanted to buy for her room, but couldn't find in Columbia, and they came through with flying colors! MY FRIENDS ROCK!!! This kid is going to have a super cute room!

In other baby news, Ethan's other baby sister arrived this week. I don't know any details, but apparently everyone is doing well and I'm sure Ethan is already a GREAT big brother. Poor guy-two baby sisters in a six month period. He won't know what hit him!

So, other than really scary dog attacks, we're doing well. I'll try to be more communicative next week, especially if anything exciting happens.

Kitten or puppy?

IT'S A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know we said we'd wait until Mother's day to tell, but my mom got her gift today, and once the cat was out of the bag, there was no stopping us! The ball is seriously rolling now. We've picked colors for the nursery and are registering for fun/necessary baby stuff. Our mom's have been chomping at the bit to get shopping and now it's go time!!!!!!!
We haven't landed on a name yet, but chances are it will be Carmen something after my Nanny. We'll keep you posted. Keep us in your prayers as I try to continue cooking up a healthy baby girl!

And the winner is?

Yes, we know what it is, and no, we're not telling! Not until this weekend anyway. The gender of baby Atkins will be revealed on Mom's Day this Sunday. I will tell you that it is healthy, weighs 13.5 oz., and is in the 51st percentile size wise. This kind of info. is always important to parents. According to growth, our due date is September 19, so all of you who were counting on the 20th may want to adjust your schedules. Mom, we may get this pushed up to the 17th so you get a huge birthday present yet!

More on Sunday! Couldn't you just die of suspense?!!

Ohhhhh, we're halfway there....

Ohhhhhh! Livin' on a prayer. That's all. I just wanted to quote Bon Jovi at this, the halfway mark, of my pregnancy. Nothing new to report.

In the beginning

Let's just get this out of the way and, hopefully, never discuss it again. I had the first trimester from hell. It may have been the worst 12 weeks of my life, but it actually started very pleasantly.

Right around Christmas time, I decided that hopin' and wishin' just weren't getting me pregnant and we needed some scientific planning. My doctor gave me some down and dirty advice and we were off! Now, I've always had this fear that, because I love kids so much, there would be this huge cosmic joke and I wouldn't be able to have any of my own. Seriously, I worried about this! We knew Brad could reproduce, but my abilities were a mystery.

SO, the morning of Wednesday, January 16th I woke up just feeling different. I decided it was time to pee on a stick. A normal ritual in our household is for me to be on the toilet, while Brad does something else in the bathroom. This particular morning, it was Brad in the shower, Amanda on the pot. Brad was making fun of me for wanting to pee on a stick saying it was too early and I was wasting a perfectly good pee stick. He then went on to give me some thrilling information he had learned about the Mason's in a show he had DVR'd the night before. I stopped him mid-factoid by thrusting the plus sign-boasting stick into his shower. Silence. We were both in shock. That lasted about 16 seconds.

Ok, now Brad and I had always said that when we got pregnant we'd wait the twelve weeks before telling anyone. I'm proud to say we managed to wait about three minutes. I immediately called a left an URGENT message for Mom to call me as Brad hurriedly got dressed so we could run over to his Mom's. My mom called me back almost immediately and I asked her "Have you decided what you want your grand kids to call you?" She was thrilled. Duh. My dad got called on the way to Rene's. His response was the typical low-key, "Well, that's just great. Just great." Exactly what I would expect. We found Rene sitting on her back porch, drinking coffee, and watching the dogs poop. Brad simply handed her the stick. Too bad it was still a little drippy. She didn't mind. She just wanted to know how long she had to wait. From there, word spread throughout the family and friends. I, of course, sent a mass email as I am wont to do. Love to communicate, hate to make phone calls.

So that's how it all began. Happy, happy day! I was four weeks pregnant and on cloud nine, possible even ten. If I'd just waited another 48 hours or so, I wouldn't have needed to pee on a stick to know. That's when the Morning Sickness hit.

There are no words to describe the horror that was my fight with food those first twelve weeks. I ended up losing fifteen pounds before all was said and done, and have just now managed to gain it back! I'm telling you, I would have been a hell of a bulimic. At one point, I dropped nine pounds in four days. Brad would come home from work and find me laying on the bathroom floor because I was just too tired to run from the couch or the bed to the bathroom one more time. In hind sight, Brad was pretty funny during all of this. At one point, he attempted to help by handing my a paper towel as I yakked violently. I'm not sure where he was going with it, but he was trying to help. Mostly, he just stayed out of my way, which was a good call. He obediently ran to the grocery store when I thought I had identified something that might stay down. I was usually wrong.
I'd like to list, for the record, all of the things that didn't work.
*Sea bands (those wrist band thingies)
*Ginger, ginger ale, ginger supplements, ginger snaps
*Gatorade
*Saltines
*Taking my vitamins at night
*B12 supplements
*Unisom
*Not eating meals and drinking at the same time

I want to list "vigorous prayer", but it may have led me to my final solution: Zofram. Known to me as my miracle pill. Too bad I didn't get it until week 11! It's a drug used to help chemotherapy patients with nausea and it's been a Godsend! I don't have to take it all the time now like I did at first, but I still need it every couple of days. I may just be one of those lucky moms who is sick the entire way through. Lucky, lucky, lucky...

Tomorrow I will be officially halfway through my pregnancy, and the memories of those first weeks are completely overshadowed by my excitement about what is to come. In 72 hours, we will know if we've got a boy or a girl (or kitten or puppy as Brad puts it). Bottom line: morning sickness SUCKED and was completely worth it.

More later, and thanks for voting is my girl v. boy poll. My dad pointed out that the outcome of the poll may not actually have any bearing on the sex of the child. He may be right......

It's about time...

So, this is an idea I've been toying with for a while. Ever since I found out that Brad and I are expecting a baby, in fact! I wanted some record of what I was experiencing during pregnancy, and my "What to Expect..." pregnancy journal just wasn't cutting it. You'd be wise to ask me why I waited so long to start writing. My answer is two-fold. First, my bathroom is not equipped with word processing capabilities or internet access, and that's where I spent the majority of my time early on in this experience. Morning sickness is a stupid, stupid name for something that happens 24 hours a day, seven days a week, but more about that later. My second reason for holding off on this blog, was the fear that it would bring about the end of human existence. I'm the first of my close friends to get knocked up, I and I was seriously worried that sharing the details of it all as they were happening would scare the friends into never wanting to reproduce. My stories are the kind of thing that could cause a serious run on condoms and spermicide, if you know what I mean.
But now I'm sitting pretty at 19 weeks, and feeling considerably better. I can look back on first trimester, and while I know it was awful, I can kind of convince myself that I might want to do it again some time. I guess time really does heal all wounds. Even the ones caused by stomach acid erosion to the esophagus.
So anyhoo, for now, this is my place to talk about being all knocked up. In about 5 months, it will be the place where I post a lot of pictures of our (hopefully) adorable child. I hope that I can give you a little insight into the process that you might not see on Baby Story.