Introducing Clare Elizabeth McPherson

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Our sweet baby girl, Clare Elizabeth McPherson, was born on July 14th at 5:30 p.m. at Oregon Health Science University in Portland, Oregon. She’s a perfect 6 pound 10 ounce, 20 inch long bundle of joy. Jeremy and I are completely smitten with her.

Birth was, well, not at all what we expected and completely the opposite of what we planned for. On Monday, July 13 we went in for the 41 week fetal stress test, which is typical in post-due babies. I expected everything to be fine, since the baby felt strong and active. Unfortunately, the very first thing the technician noticed was the small amount of fluid in the amniotic sac. It was described as “a 2” when it should be “a 15.” It was so dramatic that we were scheduled for an induction and checked in immediately. I was pretty scared at this point, especially since inducing labor typically means using pitocin which makes laboring naturally almost impossible. After quite a few tears on my part, we started the induction. First we used some minor pharmaceutical induction measures and a mechanical induction measure that succeeded in accidentally breaking my water. We waited for a few hours to see if labor would progress on its own after the broken water. For a while it looked promising with regular contractions, but then they tapered off. At this point my midwife told J and I that she was concerned that if we didn’t go into active labor immediately then we could be putting major stress on the baby. Already the baby was in low fluid levels, and then with the broken water we were facing the potential of cord issues. The whole thing bothered us quite a bit, since the further and further down the path of interventions one goes the harder and harder it is to go back. It’s pretty much a one-way street and we had planned to avoid driving down that street altogether.
However, our #1 plan was to have a healthy baby, so we went on Pitocin at 10 am Tuesday morning. I labored (with the AMAZING support of J and my Momma) for about 2.5 hours before I threw in the natural childbirth towel and begged for an epidural. Fortunately the nice anesthesiologist gave it to me. By this point I had progressed from 1 centimeter to 6 centimeters, so it was really encouraging that the Pitocin was working. A few hours later I was at 8, and shortly after that 9 centimeters (at 10 centimeters I could start to push). Not so encouraging during this time was a) the epidural didn’t entirely take so I had pain in a section of my right hip during contractions and b) the babies heart rate started to dip during the contractions. This concerned the midwife that we might have signs of cord collapse. Since I was dilating so quickly I wanted to wait and try to push the baby out, however it became more and more apparent that the babies heart rate was not getting better and was in fact, getting worse. Long story short, after some agonizing minutes, hard conversations with our midwife and a team of doctors, and some soul searching between J, Mom and myself, we went in for an emergency C-section. The kicker for me was I asked the team of doctors how long before I met the baby once we decided and they looked at me and said “the room is prepped, and we will get you in there and the baby out in 20 minutes.” Wow – they really meant it.
The C-section was very, very scary and I won’t go into details about it, but suffice it to say that neither J nor I were emotionally prepared for it. Fortunately we had a wonderful, caring team of nurses, midwives and doctors around us who held our hands, answered our questions, and handled everything with the utmost professionalism and concern. We have a number of very, very complicated emotions about the whole experience but I do have faith that we were in good hands.
Once we saw our beautiful baby every bit of fear, anxiety and anger went out the window. Our baby girl is perfect and worth all of the stress! Right after she came out J went over to the table with her and called back to me “she’s perfect!” I’ve never fallen in love that quickly before in my life, but from the moment I saw her our little Clare Elizabeth had my heart in her tiny little hands. J is head over heels himself, and the most wonderful father imaginable. I’m recovering from my surgery, so he’s been primary caregiver and our little bundle of joy wants for nothing. He’s already the swaddling, calming and diapering pro. He’s already a wonderful husband, but now he’s a wonderful father as well. We’re also supported by my parents, who have been nothing short of amazing taking care of both of us physically and emotionally.
Beyond all of it, our little Angel is wide-eyed, alert and very calm. Oh she fusses and cries, but for the most part a good swaddle and a little bit of cuddling takes care of it. I might be biased, but I think she’s the perfect baby.
Big thanks to all of the family support! I’m not sure when we’ll start having visitors (we’re still reeling a little bit from our birth experience, not to mention being new parents) but when the time is right for us we’ll welcome as many visitors as want to come and meet little Clare.

41 Weeks

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Yep, still pregnant. We are now officially a week late – not that long in the scheme of parenting, but I assure you it feels plenty long is the scheme if being large, uncomfortable and counting down the days. My relaxed attitude is disappearing quickly and a whiny, cranky, teary attitude is replacing it. For the most part I’m able to stay fairly positive and upbeat, but I have my moments. Yesterday I felt bad before I went to bed, didn’t sleep well and when I woke up and realized I was still pregnant I started to cry. No one has ever said pregnancy hormones make a woman rational – I’m not quite sure why I was surprised I was still pregnant, but I certainly was not happy about it. The upside to pregnancy mood swings is that they pass quickly and within half an hour I was up, eating muffins and talking about how cute it will be to see J with the baby. That’s one of the things that gets me through my frustrating times – picturing J with the baby. He’s sooooooo excited and can’t hardly wait to finally have the baby here and, in his words, “get to DO something.” He’s been a champ in the ‘supporting actor’ role (e.i. supporting me) but he’s very excited to finally graduate to ‘lead actor’ and get some of his own part. When I think about how much he is going to love this kid, and how sweet it is going to be watching him hold it and fall in love with it, I get teary (in a good way) and it gives me a light at the end of the tunnel. In the mean time he’s been taking very good care of me and hasn’t been to freaked out by his emotional wife. I think he knows it’s the hormones not me (at least that’s what we all hope 🙂

I’ve been trying to keep busy lately. Yesterday Aunt Pat, Uncle Dave and Cousin Rylee were in town and we went berry picking on Sauvie Island near Portland. I’ve recently discovered Sauvie Island and I love it. It’s a little agricultural island out in the Columbia River NW of Portland and they are famed for their berries in the summer and their corn mazes in the fall. I admit that after a summer spent picking blueberries when I was 15, berry picking for fun has limited appeal for me. But we all went out to Kruger’s Farm, ate lunch and loaded up 2 large flats of boysenberries (or maybe they were blackberries), raspberries and blueberries. We had 7 pickers total, so I only had to contribute 2 pints and could stop once I got tired. It was just a lovely day to walk around a farm, enjoy the sun and so something fun. I’m not sure we’ll always pick our own berries (since, y’know, we can buy them in the stores without the effort) but it was a fun family outing. Besides, it kept my mind off the fact that I’m still pregnant.
To use our beautiful berries, we turned out a freezer jam assembly line in my parents kitchen. We got 43 jars made of boysenberry and raspberry freezer jam – plenty for the 3 families to have enough for the year. I’ve always been a little bit afraid of jam-making – I have memories of watching my parents make jam and jelly and there being lots of towels, spilled fruit, hot jars, and general commotion and swearing. It all seemed to be to much work for a few jars of something you could buy at the store. However, freezer jam is my kind of jam and we had all of it made and in jars in under 2 hours. Of course by the end of the night I was pretty tired, so we came home and I crashed. I’m not sure what I have on the agenda today – I have some blueberries in the fridge that I’m considering putting into muffins. I think we’ll take it easier today, since it occurred to me yesterday while I was walking across the fields in the sun that I should probably be fairly rested before I go into labor.
Oh yes, as far as predictions into the labor front, my midwife appt. last Thursday went well. Without going into the specific details (there are some things about my cervix that I don’t want to post online) I’ll just say that my body is getting ready and the midwife thought that it was possible I’d have the baby this weekend and very likely I’d have it early next week. I have a fetal stress test scheduled tomorrow (Monday) and an appointment scheduled on Thursday. The midwife’s exact words were “we’ll probably see you on Monday, but we won’t see you on Thursday.” The baby has also dropped very low, so I’m hopeful that between the kid seeming to know the way out and my body having some idea about how to let the kid out we will finally meet the little bugger.

40 weeks + 4 Days

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Still on the wait… No sign that Baby Mac is interested in the outside world. I don’t think it’s to bad out here, but apparently the kid has other ideas. So far the baby is still fairly active (though squished) so I’m not so concerned. I have an appointment with my midwife this afternoon though and if my online research is accurate they will probably start doing stress tests on the baby in the next few days to make sure that everything is fine. Or they might wait until next week – the midwife practice is fairly hands off. One thing is certain, they won’t let the baby go past 42 weeks. I have an appointment scheduled next week (just in case) and if we get to that point we’ll probably start talking about what my friend Jennilyn calls “the I word” (induction).

Honestly, I’m doing OK with it all. In our Bradley Class they were pretty clear that most first babies average a week and a day past their due date, so by that measure Baby mac is still early! We kind of wanted our ‘fireworks baby’ over the holiday, but this is fine too. I’m getting a little bit antsy but I’m trying to relax about it all and remember that in the whole scheme of parenthood a few days is nothing. I’m enjoying sleeping in, watching movies, going to watch J play softball last night, etc. On the other hand, my back is really starting to hurt and I’m ready to have my body back (though I know that once I give birth and have a newborn I’ll have a whole new list of physical complaints so I can’t just expect not being pregnant to make me feel great). I’m keeping myself busy with little projects (cooking, baking muffins, cleaning things around the house, starting on the prenatal pages in my baby book, etc.) and it should keep me occupied for the rest of the week. Next week is another story, however, and I suspect I might go crazy with boredom if I don’t have this kid!

40 Weeks + 1 Day

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Nope, no baby. Please don’t call Jeremy and ask him about it – he’s fielding phone calls while working and it’s adding to his stress. Feel free to call/e-mail me if you want to, since I have more time on my hands. However, in the words of Jeremy, “we promise to let you know when the baby is born. Really.” We probably won’t call people when I go into labor but we practically have that “We have a new baby” email written (or at least we have the draft saved with all of the addresses) and we have a list of people we’re going to call. We have some time on our hands, so this is something we can do in advance.

Yesterday we had a nice afternoon of yard work. Those of you who have seen our ‘yard’ are probably smirking about this, but I assure you that after months of neglect even our little postage stamp-sized backyard can get pretty gnarly. J did a bunch of weeding, pulled out a dead palm plant, and replaced it with a new plant (Thanks Leah!). He also cleaned out our little planter and , ahem, ‘gave the iris a haircut.’ It was taking over and now thanks to J and his use of our kitchen shears it is most definitely not. I really should be more specific when I give him permission to cut back plants. I got a bunch of flowers in the pots on our deck and it looks very pretty back there now.
Here are some pictures of our nursery/office. Our big plan was to just put the crib and changing table in the existing office/guest room, but then we acquired a swing and a bouncy chair. Besides that, the room just looked cramped and not very cute with all of the furniture stuffed in there. So J and I both decided that while we didn’t want to go nuts with the nursery (at least not in this house) we did want something that would be at least a little bit cute.
So here is our attempt at a cute, but not very theme-y or decorated nursery. I don’t think it’s to bad considering we did it mostly on the cheap with hand-me-down or craigslist stuff (except for the wonderful gifts that we’ve been given – thank you family and friends for making sure that our baby has at least some nice things!).
The crib, courtesy of my parents. On the left you see the camera bag and our hospital bag – all packed and ready to go. The pictures behind the crib were needlepointed by Aunt Terri. I wasn’t planning on putting them in the nursery, but the blue and yellow matched so well and they look great there.
Another view of the crib. The blanket on the truck was made by my cousin Tracy and the lamp is one that JP and I had as kids. A note about the color: yes, the room is blue. No, it isn’t a subliminal message that we’re expecting a boy. We could be, or we could not, regardless of the color of the room. When we bought the house the room was Mountain Dew yellow (not even kidding), so Mom and I painted this room about 3 years. I happened to choose blue because, well, I like blue. That’s also why the bouncy chair is blue. I heard good things about this particular bouncy chair and it only came in blue and pink (don’t even get me started on how I feel about baby stuff only coming in blue and pink…grrrr…). I like blue better than pink so I registered for the blue one. (Yes, I know that some people actually re-paint their baby’s rooms. J and I still have it in our heads that we’re going to be moving before this kid is very old so I’d rather just wait until we have a new room and paint it the pretty yellow with white trim that I want).
The swing and the changing station. I might replace those curtains this week with something bright and yellow or red. To the left is the messy desk/office part of the room. The picture over the changing table is JP’s old Curious George picture.
My favorite part of the room – Gramma’s quilt on the crib.
The changing table and closet. We got the bins at Target and are using them to hold diapers, burp rags, and various other baby supplies.
It’s not quite the nursery of my dreams, but there’s some very cute things in it and I hope to not use it to long. For the first few weeks/months the baby will be in the bassinet in our room anyway. The most important part, to me, is the new carpet. The old carpet was yucky and this new carpet is thick and plush and I feel comfortable playing with the baby on it in the future.

40 Weeks

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Jeremy greeted me this morning with “Happy Fifth of July.” Why is today such a big day – because it’s the baby’s due date. This means about nothing, but this is the day that we’ve been counting down to with the baby. We kind of hoped that the baby would come on the Fourth of July (fireworks for birthdays…) but that was not to be. Frankly, I’d be surprised if the baby came today… I just don’t feel like today’s the day. But, I’ve never done this before so it’s entirely possible I could be wrong. I still think it’ll be sometime next week.

Since up until mid-last week the baby hadn’t even ‘dropped’ yet and I wasn’t having very strong Braxton-Hicks contractions, my midwife recommended that I get acupuncture to ‘get my body ready.’ So I’ve had two sessions so far and I think it’s working. At the first session I could feel my body start having stronger contractions and cramping and at the second session I literally felt the baby move down more. After the second session J and I went to the coast and while we were there the baby got into perfect position – back out, head very low, perfect ‘birth’ position. I kind of hoped I was going to go into labor that night, but the kid wasn’t ready and by Saturday morning it moved back over to my left side (it’s favorite place to hang out). Sigh… So I’m going back on Monday to get punctured and I guess I’ll keep it up until the kid comes.
Besides waiting J and I have been trying to enjoy our last few days as a family of 2 (2 people at least). We went to the coast on Friday, just to Manzanita for some walking on the beach, snacks at a wine bar (sparkling water for me), and watching the sunset over chowder. Yesterday I met up with friends for brunch (J slept in) and then we tried to escape the heat by going up to Mt. Hood Wilderness area to go hiking. It was cooler up there (85 as compared to 95 in Portland) and we found a nice park with shaded, flat, paved trails. Perfect for a waddling pregnant woman. We stopped at about every other bench to rest, went through 3 water bottles and probably hiked less than 2 miles total but it was a very nice way to spend the afternoon. The idea of sitting at home, waiting and constantly asking myself ‘was that a contraction? Is labor starting?’ is enough to drive me nuts so I’m trying to come up with things that a) will be fun for the two of us, b) we won’t be able to do as easily once we’re caring for a small person who needs to eat every 2 or 3 hours, and c) distracts me. All of these things are fairly active as well, so bonus if the hiking brings on labor. Besides, Sadie has enjoyed our little outings and she’s going to be very neglected soon. It gives our little family a chance to connect before the dynamic changes.
Here are some pictures from our hike.
40 weeks…
Salmon River at Wildwood State Park. It’s a really nice park with lots of picnic areas, very easy trails and a cool ‘salmon viewing window’ where you look into a creek and see baby salmon. It’s about the easiest ‘hike’ I’ve ever taken but if you’re looking for a place close to town for older or younger hikers it’s a cool place to experience the wilderness very easily.
As for today – I’m not sure what we’re going to do. I’m going to try to pry J away from the Wimbledon finals and go to brunch, and then I may abandon him back to the TV so I can go to the farmers market and the library. The Waterfront Blues Festival is going on downtown but, while I love to go to it, the idea of sitting out on an unshaded lawn in 90 degree weather (not to mention getting up and down from the ground….) doesn’t really appeal to me. Today might be a hang out around the house and put my feet up day – which isn’t bad considering I won’t have many of those once the aforementioned small person arrives. We’ll see.

Week 39

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We’re at Week 39 in Project: Grow Baby Mac. I’m getting bigger by the day and both of us are getting very ready to meet the baby. Every time I start to think the baby has run out of room I get a little bit tighter, the little feet find a new corner of my ribs (ouch!), and the little baby bottom sticks out a little farther from my diaphragm. Eventually the kid has got to stop growing, right? Or maybe that’s when it’s birth time.

I’m beginning my last week of work and my last day before maternity leave is Thursday. On one hand I wanted to work up until the end and save all of my precious 12 weeks to spend with the baby (not to mention get paid as long as I possibly can). On the other hand while I’m at work I spend a lot of time thinking of things I need to do at home and when I get home in the evenings I don’t have the energy to do them. I’m due next Sunday, but I have a suspicion the kid is going to wait until the week after that to make an appearance. So I’m guessing (guessing!) I’ll have about a week of time to finish up last minute house details, wash those final few onesies, make more food to freeze, and take a few naps before the baby comes. I just hope it’s not to long otherwise my relaxing week to get ready may pull into two weeks where I go absolutely nuts waiting. Sigh, this whole natural “the baby will come when it’s ready to come” can really mess with my controlling tendencies.
The other side of it is that J and I are getting practically obsessive with wanting to meet the baby. We met some friends in our Bradley birth class who just had their baby last weekend. We visited them on Thursday night and fell in love with their little boy Grayson aka Tank. J held him first and then I held him. He doesn’t do much these days (only being 5 days old) but he’s just so tiny and perfect that we just melted. Since we’ve seen him J says things like “can you believe how soft his skin was?” and “I could feel him breathing.” There’s just something special about a new little person – a human in its tiniest form. It got both of us really ready to hold our own! We’ve bought a swing and a bouncy chair, but I’m not sure our kiddo is actually going to spend any time in them. I suspect we’ll want to hold the baby all the time and we may have one of those babies who takes a while to walk because their little feet don’t touch the ground 🙂

Progression of Tummy Growth

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I know there are lots of Mom’s out there who are religious about taking belly shots each week to watch the progress of their tummies grow.  Well, I’m not one of them.  I was very aware of my growth, but I didn’t particularly want to capture it until halfway through pregnancy.  I felt like I just got thick during the first half… not exactly the ‘pretty pregnancy tummy’ that everyone thinks about.  However, now I feel like I’ve suddenly grown to be huge all of a sudden so I figured I’d post a few pics of the pregnancy to check out the progression.  

21 weeks – I finally am ‘showing’ at least a little bit.  Everyone was telling me they could hardly tell I was pregnant – which bothered me because I could sure tell!  (Not sure why I look so annoyed in the picture… I really was happy.)

24 Weeks – Picture taken by Sara.
26 Weeks – Picture from the Collins Machine Shop Party in Boulder.  
28 Weeks – Finally starting to really, without a doubt, “show.”  It seems like somewhere between weeks 25 and 28 I grew a bunch.  J kept looking at me and saying “you’ve grown more since yesterday!”
Week 30 – This is a picture from my baby shower.  
Week 34 – This is one of the pictures from our maternity photo shoot.
Week 37 – These were taken last weekend.  No wonder I’ve been so tired lately!  The kid has been on a growth spurt.

I have 3 weeks to go before my due date, so we’ll see how big I get by the time the kid joins the outside world.  What I can’t believe is how high the baby still is.  (On a side note, once again I had someone tell me today that I’m “not that big.”  When I see this picture I have a hard time believing that!).

I held a baby!

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My friend Mandy came to visit tonight for dinner, bringing along her son George.  Little George is two weeks old now and very, very sweet.  Seeing Mandy was great – she looks great and is a natural mother.  I LOVED holding little George too.  In fact I probably should’ve given him to J or my friend Leah who was also here, but I didn’t want to give him up.  At one point I held him while I was eating – I told Mandy “I’d better get used to the one-handed eating.”  In reality I didn’t want to give the little guy up.  

It’s also nice to see someone who’s a friend and “just like me” who is a parent.  I look at Mandy and think “she doesn’t have any super powers and she’s able to do this parent thing.  Maybe there’s hope for me too.”  Besides, she said I was “doing everything right” holding George when he fussed a little bit.  
Not much new to report on the pregnancy front.  The kid is still wiggly and active and is getting quite crowded in my tummy.  I had a “when is this pregnancy going to be over Day” on Monday where I was tired, sore and didn’t feel good, but the past two days have been fine.  J and I are in the final countdown of what we still need to buy/organize/get ready for the baby.  We’re set on diapering supplies, baby gear and clothes, but we’re on the hunt this weekend for nursing supplies and bottles.  We’re also installing the car seat this weekend – so we will at least have a way to bring the baby home, a place for the baby to sleep (Thanks Pat for the bassinet!), diapers for the baby, and clothes for the kid to wear.  What else do you need?

35 week ultrasound

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We had our last (hopefully) ultrasound today.  No pictures, unfortunately, since Baby Mac is a little bit to squished to be very photogenic.  Seriously, all we could see on the screen was wiggly limbs – no cute little face or anything.  The important news, though, is that the baby is very healthy looking.  The heart, head, kidneys, and leg bones were all examined, in addition to measuring the babies head and tummy size.  They estimate the kiddo weighs in at 5 pounds, 12 ounces right now – but take that number with a grain of salt since ultrasound weight measurements are notoriously inaccurate (up to 2 pounds off sometimes by 40 weeks).  J and I both thought it was funny though that right now the baby weighs more than he did when he was born.  We’ll see if our baby takes after the McPherson side of the family and is born small but ends up growing to be huge.  Seriously, at 6′ J is the runt of his Dad’s side of the family.

Regardless, the good news is that we have a healthy baby, floating around in plenty of fluid, and that my placenta is nice and high so we can continue with our normal delivery plan.  At my 20 week ultrasound there was some concern that I may have placenta previa (low lying placenta) but it has fixed itself in the last 15 weeks.  We both breathed a sigh of relief for that – neither of us were looking forward to a C-section after all of our natural childbirth classes.
Oh, and the baby’s feet are now connecting with my ribs on a regular basis.  I can’t say it’s my favorite feeling – sometimes it’s just uncomfortable and sometimes it HURTS.  Someone described ‘sweet little baby kicks’ and I think I’ve past that stage in pregnancy.  Oh well, I think it’s safe to say that Baby Mac is developing some strong legs.  I predict a little soccer player or dancer.

Do they have a class for that?

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FYI – I think I’ve now made it so that you can leave blog comments. I’ve tested it a few different times and think I found the right settings. Sorry if it messed anyone up at first.

I’ve now started my 35 week in pregnancy, so we’re in the final countdown to Baby Mac. I’m trying not to get to excited about the end (still five weeks to go until my due date) – but I’ll be honest that I have my moments where I start to wonder if premature labor is really such a bad thing. I suspect that isn’t going to happen though – for whatever reason I have a feeling that Baby Mac is settled in and won’t be leaving any time soon. The kid seems to be quite comfortable.

I’ve decided the whole 9 months of pregnancy thing is to help the parents get prepared. Sure, Baby is growing and developing but J and I have had a chance to grow and develop from “seriously? We’re having a baby? What do you need for a baby?” to “OK, I think we’re ready.” Of course I suspect we’re not really ready, and won’t be until the baby is here, but at least we have some stuff and have taken some classes. I imagine it’s like driving, you can read the manual, watch videos of people driving, maybe even go and buy new tires, but you can’t really drive until you have a license and are in the car.

Oh the classes! J and I could be accused of being overeducated and, just maybe, nerdy. Our birth class experience is a case in point. I’ve always leaned toward natural childbirth (in theory at least), so I found midwife group who supports natural childbirth and started researching classes to take. Our friends David and Jennilyn recommended The Bradley Method, and after doing some research about the alternative birthing methods, we decided on Bradley. I guess we didn’t investigate Lamaze that closely, but other methods we looked at seemed a little to touchy-feely for us (J is an analytical engineer after all). Bradley isn’t overly touchy-feely (there isn’t any emphasis on creating ‘birth art’ as a way of exploring your feelings about birth, for example) and there’s a lot of time spent understanding what happens physically during labor and delivery so it isn’t as scary for Mom and Dad. It’s called ‘Husband Coached Birth,” which appealed to us. The Bradley Method gives him a specific role and I know he’ll be great at it. He’s a natural “coach.” (Funny story though – when I first told him about Husband Coached Birth he said “I can’t coach! I don’t even know the game!”) Bradley emphasizes relaxing during contractions and letting birth happen instead of fighting it. Like I said above, it’s all theory at this point but J and I have liked it and gotten a lot out of it. My favorite part so far is practicing the relaxation where my job is to breathe deeply and J’s job is to rub my back and whisper encouraging things in my ear J However, not to leave well-enough alone we’ve also taken the birth class through our hospital, a breast feeding class, a newborn care class, and a waterbirth class. I tell ya, if grades were given for parenting preparation I think J and I would at least be A- students. I don’t think I prepared this much for the GMATs or SATs!

As much as we’re getting all prepared for a natural, unmedicated waterbirth (a friend called it “an ethereal waterbirth” – ha!) I try to keep in mind that the main goal is to walk in our front door with a healthy baby. All of our big plans and desires are second to that. Besides, then the real work begins, the stuff they don’t have classes for and that we can’t really prepare for. Until then, however, I’m on the hunt for an Infant CPR class.