Countdown to 2 + 1 = 3
At my last blog post, I was 27 weeks along and had just entered the third trimester. Now, just a couple of months later, I am typing this post in a very different state of mind – no longer pregnant, but right beside my spectacular little boy, who turned two weeks old on Easter Sunday! But first things first – let me pick up where I had left off last time…
My last post detailed my journey through pregnancy up through the third trimester, and the adjustments I had to make to accommodate my ever-growing mid-section. Even though there were a lot of concessions I had to make with regards to climbing, we only slowed down a little bit and ended up hitting a lot of new crags we hadn’t had the opportunity to go to yet! Once January hit, however, the weather got cold and wet, and our to-do list before the baby was born was getting ridiculous – so my husband and I spent the majority of our climbing time as gym rats. Fortunately there were a few stray nice weekends here and there that we were able to take advantage of for day trips to our local winter crag, Pilot Mountain. We found that the more obviously pregnant I became, the more funny looks we got from other people. And the comments, while mostly said with positive intentions, did get pretty cheesy after a while (If my husband had a dollar for every time someone said, “Looks like you're belaying for two!!!” we would have no trouble paying for our son’s college education…). But, all in all, both in the gym and on the rock, the majority of folks we ran into were very supportive.
My last post detailed my plan to track how long into my pregnancy I could continue to climb (toprope only, of course) at least one 5.11 clean, and at that point, I was at 27 weeks. Well, I am happy to report that my streak remained intact all the way to the end – though barely! Towards the end, I was down to only a select few that could still go down clean, and they were, as you can probably guess, slabby, technical face climbs without any belly-crushing high steps! Also to my advantage was the fact that my son came almost 2 weeks early, so I didn’t have to make it to the full 40 weeks!
Canaan Ray Lineberry came on a Sunday (March 21st to be exact). Our weekend had started off just like every other one had been for the past several weeks. I had my 38-week check-up on Friday, and we went to the climbing gym that night to dutifully log my 38 week 5.11. Then my husband and I worked on our “to-do before baby” list on Saturday and took a 4-mile walk around Lake Lynn before heading out to dinner. On Sunday, we met some friends for brunch, with intentions to go for a hike that afternoon. Brunch lasted longer than expected, along with the weather cooling down substantially, so we opted to stop by the house first to grab a snack and another layer of clothing before our hike. It’s a good thing we did, since my water ended up breaking about 15 minutes after we got home! We quickly realized that our plans for the afternoon had changed, and made our way to the hospital, getting admitted around 5:30. A few hours later, our son Canaan was born at 10:20 pm. He was 7 lbs, 8 oz, 20 inches long, and in my un-biased opinion, the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen!
My husband and I have spent the last couple of weeks introducing Canaan to our world, and the things we like to do, along with figuring out what he likes to do (which right now involves a lot of eating, sleeping, and pooping…). We’ve gone on a walk or a hike almost every day since our return from the hospital, and we can already tell he’s going to be a lover of the outdoors, just like his parents. As for me, I feel fantastic, and am very thankful that the birth process went so quickly and smoothly, without any complications. My husband and I had already decided that we would take 4-6 weeks off from climbing once Canaan was born – not only to let me recover, but because we’ve never taken that much time off from climbing, and thought it would be the perfect opportunity to give our shoulders and fingers an off-season. As it is though, I’m already itching to get back, so we’ll see how long we’ll make it before we at least hit the gym. One of the routesetters at our local gym put up a new route the day after Canaan was born called “The C-Squatch Lives!” (our nickname for the little guy) – so I feel like odds are good this week that we’ll get up there to at least check it out. And of course, with the weather as beautiful as it has been, I’m sure it won’t be too long before the three of us venture out to some real rock again!
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