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Elijah: Two Years

Everyone told us that time would go faster with each child, and everyone was right. On May 18, our Elijah turned two.

We call Elijah our happy-to-be-here kid. He really is just happy to be here. Happy to be included. Happy. Mostly.

When he turned one, he was referred to the birth-to-three program because he was quite behind in gross motor skills. Like, he had the ability of a six-month-old when he turned one. For a minute I was like, “Is this a muscle thing?? Should I be worried?” And then the physical therapist came and evaluated him and was like, “Oh, he’s just lazy.” Right after he turned 18 months old, almost exactly a month before I had Ellen, Elijah started walking. And after that, his personality exploded.

Elijah loves making us laugh. He also happens to have the BEST laugh. It’s super infectious, and the more we laugh, the more he laughs, and it’s just the best cycle in the world. Our own in-house comedian, he dramatically falls to the ground, pretends to be hiding in plain sight and will say or do just about anything to get a chuckle out of his biggest fans. He has a goofy smile thanks to his beloved Nukie and honestly, I can’t get enough of it.

Elijah adores Daniel. He will do just about anything Daniel does – good and bad. If Daniel claims he is done with his meal, Elijah immediately puts down his fork or whatever he has in his hand and is done too. Never mind that when he gets up from his chair, he often stands at the table grabbing whatever is still in reach on his plate and eating a few more bites. Elijah went right from his high chair to the regular kitchen chair; Daniel didn’t use a booster seat and neither would he. Never mind that his chin barely cleared the table. The two have become the best of friends, and it is so much fun watching them play. Elijah wants Daniel to help him take off his shoes, wants to hold Daniel’s hand in the parking lot and always needs to give Daniel a hug and a kiss goodnight. Whenever I see my boys helping each other, playing together or wanting to cuddle on the couch, my heart simply melts.

Elijah is an instigator. When they really started to play together and I would hear Elijah crying, I would immediately put the blame on Daniel; he’s older and should know better. Then, I witnessed what was happening and wouldn’t you know it – ELIJAH was the problem. When the boys rough-house, Elijah is always the one to start it, chasing Daniel around saying, “Push me! Push me!” Inevitably, Elijah is always the first one to start whining or complain of an injustice. And do you know what? Daniel doesn’t even really DO anything to Elijah. So I separate the brothers only to hear Elijah yelling, “Push me!” ten minutes later to start it all up again.

Elijah is close to fearless. He climbs, jumps and takes risks that Daniel still doesn’t. Because of this, Elijah always has bumps and bruises, often times on his face. But the tumbles and falls don’t deter him like I want them to. All ailments are better with a kiss, and I never want that to end. When the tears are done, he’s right back at it and we’re often left wondering when the next inevitable fall with come.

Elijah is a mama’s boy. I was so nervous to bring Ellen home from the hospital. On our car ride to begin our lives as a family of five, I told Peter I had a nervous stomach, not because we were bringing home a new baby, but because I didn’t know how my bubby bear would react. He was always on my lap, by my side, wanting mama to cut up his dinner, read him books or fix the hurt. And now a baby sister was going to impose on that. I shouldn’t have been so worried. Elijah cherished Ellen from the moment he set his eyes on her. Even six months later, he can’t get enough of the baby, and I can’t get enough of watching him loving her.

Elijah loves singing and dancing. He grabs the play guitar and strums along to any music that is playing. He insists we listen to “Moana Maui” every time we get into the car. I’m his personal jukebox, singing songs on demand so he can dance along. If I don’t know what song he’s asking for it is a BIG DEAL, and I always end up listing every song I know until I stumble upon the right one. He performs for others and is starting to love the spotlight.

Our Elijah is the perfect middle child, often the breath of fresh air we need when struggling with an emotional four-year-old or trying to soothe a fussy six-month old. Always up for a cuddle and a kiss, always ready to celebrate anyone’s excitement, always the life of the party.

Our Elijah is two.

Introducing Elijah

39 weeks and 5 days. That’s how long we had to wait to meet our sweet, precious Elijah.

On May 18 at 10:47 a.m., Elijah Peter Romenesko rushed into the world weighing 7 pounds, 10 ounces, a perfect 20 inches long, and a head full of blonde hair.

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After walking around 4 cm dilated for a week, I had a doctor appointment on Wednesday the 17 and found out that I was now FIVE cm dilated. At that point I legit was like “If I sneeze the baby will come out.” And essentially, that’s what happened when he was born.

At my 38 week doctor appointment, my doctor scheduled for me to be induced on May 18 if the baby didn’t come before then. At that point it was comical that I still hadn’t had the baby, and I just knew that I wouldn’t have the baby until he was forced out. It was actually kind of nice, despite the extreme discomfort, to have a date set because my house was so nice and clean before we went to the hospital.

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The morning of the 18th, I woke up and showered, and then I stood around thinking “Do I put on makeup and do my hair? I’m going to be a sweaty mess, and it’s just going to get ruined. But I’ve got time…” So I decided to put on makeup and put a braid in my hair because it keeps my darn flyaways nice and out of my face.

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We woke Daniel up, dropped him off at our fabulous babysitter’s house, and then we went over to the hospital. We’re two for two on the pleasant rides to the hospital. After we were checked in, it was go time! They had me all hooked up by 8 a.m. and things happened very, very quickly.

As our fabulous nurse filled out the whiteboard, one of the sections was “Daily Goals.” She wrote Meet Elijah before 7 p.m. because that’s when her shift ended. I jokingly said, “Let’s make it before noon!” Because I’m hilarious.

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And also I can predict the future, apparently.

Around 9:30 they broke my water, I had a couple of intense contractions and was like EPIDURAL NOW PLEASE. I have nothing to prove here.

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After a little while I was like “Ummmmm, I think that you should check how dilated I am because the contractions feel very different and I think I’m like, almost ready here.” So the nurse checked and I had gone from 5 cm at 8 a.m. to 8 cm around 10 a.m.

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And then at around 10:30 I was like OMG THIS HURTS SO BAD I NEED TO START PUSHING VERY, VERY SOON. And obviously I was crying because I was remembering how much it hurts to push out a baby so I was getting all tense and like OMG I’M SCARED TO START PUSHING BECAUSE OUCH. I remember at one point looking at my mom, crying and apologizing for being such a baby. 😭

I started pushing at 10:44 a.m.

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Elijah was born three minutes later. Everyone was like WHOA THAT WAS FAST! And I was like OHMYGOD THAT HURT SO BAD. And then my doctor was like “I’m glad I got in here so fast! And BTW your epidural didn’t work right.” So then I felt justified in my pain. Poor little pook had a very bruised face from his rough entrance into the world, but by the next day he was nice and pinky pink.

My poor second child, you guys. My first words to the boy when they put him on my chest were “Oh my gosh, he looks JUST like Daniel!” Right down to the dimpled chin.

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Around noon, I was cuddling Elijah and looking at Pete and saying, “I can’t believe he’s already here!” That’s basically what we kept repeating all day because man alive, it went fast. I didn’t even have time to sweat, and you know how I have a sweating problem.

On Friday afternoon, Daniel got to meet his little brother. I had all of these visions of sugarplums and rainbows when these best friends met for the first time, and Daniel’s pupils would turn into heart shapes at the sight of his baby brother.

It took Daniel about 3 minutes to actually notice that I was in the hospital room because he had to look around at everything else. After he finally noticed me, he noticed I was holding a baby. And he didn’t care. 🙄

We forced Daniel to hold Elijah, which lasted for about 7 seconds, and then he went back to pushing all of the buttons in the hospital room.

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I’m happy to report that since coming home, Daniel looooooves Elijah… or ignores him completely. He does like to know where Elijah is all the time, and always talks to or about him in a baby voice. I mean, it’s adorable.

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It was wonderful being able to bring home a two-day-old baby after our NICU stint with Daniel. Until 4 hours after being home as a family of four I got the stomach flu and felt the most misery I’ve ever felt in my life for the next 48 hours. Words cannot describe how wonderful Peter has been, taking care of me, Elijah, and Daniel and also dealing with my crying because I felt so bad about the whole situation.

So! Now here we are, a family of four just doing things that families of four do, like wear masks while cuddling babies and watching Winnie the Pooh on repeat.

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I am so, so in love with our little family.

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