Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Sunday, October 26, 2014
I'm telling you, all that growing happened over one weekend too
Seem pretty content just about anywhere except the car seat
Sleep in the swing and bassinet and seem to sleep better when it's noisy
Nurse well with the use of a shield
Have one long stretch of sleep from 7pm to midnight most nights
Power Hour, as your daddy calls it, is from 5pm-7pm where you eat non stop
Have easily fallen into the family routine
Wear 0-3 month sleepers and size one diapers
Eyes are gray and hair is darker
Tried eating from a bottle and did well with Daddy and Yaya
Have actual tears when you cry (which breaks my heart!)
Turn all sorts of funny colors and get real red and sweaty when you're mad (like in the car seat)
Like to extend your neck and arch your back when being held but have really good head control
I swear you've smiled already
Seem to calm easier for Momma than anyone else
Like your brother, you don't seem to care for a pacifer
We had one or two nights where you only woke up once in 10 hours!
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Joey and I had a good day and nothing exciting happened. We all went to Chick fil A and shopping after Joe got home from work that night. After Joey went to bed we watched some of our shows and then went to bed. Must have been the calm before the storm.
I woke up at 1:30 with a contraction and went to the bathroom and it didn't go away, which was strange. I walked it off and when I laid back down, I had another one. Then 10 minutes later as I was dozing off, another one. So I got up and started timing them while watching TV. During that time they became really intense and were 6-8 minutes apart. I figured I would let Joe sleep as long as possible and wake him up just in time to shower and leave. I was having to stand and sway and started moaning when I decided I better call the doctor at 3 am. They didn't call back for 40 minutes and in that time I woke up Joe and told him it was time when the midwife, Ann, called back and said to come in to triage. Next I called mom and asked her to come over but not to rush. Then I realized I was having contractions every two to three minutes and I decided Joe didn't have time to shower and my mom needed to hurry up. What if she wanted to pack a suitcase or something? I was pacing up and down the driveway when she showed up because the house wasn't big enough for me to pace during a contraction.
Joe drove to the hospital and I told him it was okay to speed this time. We got there a little before 4:30 after doing 80 mph down Rt. 8! I even asked Joe to drop me off at the door even though the parking space was just feet away. During the hospital tour I made the comment that triage and the parking lot were so close but the walk seemed to take forever now that I was in labor! The resident checked me and said I was 5 cm but I was unable to sit still and I just couldn't believe it. After weeks of being nearly 4 cm and laboring so strongly at home, I was only 5 cm?! I didn't have pants on but I needed to stand and sway to tolerate the pain. It was awkward! The nurse said my room wasn't ready yet and then confirmed I wanted I go natural. I was like "No. I'd really like an epidural as soon as I can. Please." In my head, my answer was a lot less polite. So she attempted to start my IV. She blew one site and completely missed another before calling in anesthesia. It took four tries to get my IV started and they even used lido to numb my hand before digging around. I was near tears at this point. My room still wasn't ready yet; apparently the unit was very busy and the anesthesiologist said she'd just do the epidural in triage but the time it took to get the IV, my room opened up and she physically followed me down the hall. As soon as I sat down on the bed she got to work. It was funny though because there was no one else in the room but Joe, her and I and a nurse to hang my antibiotic. They made Joe sit on a stool at my feet and hold my hands and told me to just be still. No nurse, no midwife, no one to hold me! I kept thinking "Only one more contraction and then I can rest. Okay maybe this is the last one. No, okay, maybe this is the last one..." It took a few minutes longer than I expected but I was gloriously numb by 6 am or so when the midwife walked in. It was then that I realized I hadn't showered or shaved my legs like I wanted and was pretty embarrassed. It's the little things...
As I was laying down and getting covered up with a thousand blankets (between the pain and the labor process and the epidural, I was shaking and shivering right off the bed), she checked me and I said I was almost 10 cm and we could start pushing very soon! It had only been an hour and a half since I was only 5 cm! She asked me to let her know when I felt the urge to push. We were talking and she said her shift was over at 8 am and we'd for sure have a baby before that when I got suddenly nauseous and then my water broke. I looked around and told her that I thought I just peed myself (I was worried that meant I pooped too but it was just my water, thank goodness). She checked me one more time and said it was time to push, the baby was coming! I didn't even feel the pressure yet though. I was so nervous; I didn't feel like I had enough time to prepare. John would be here in less than hour?! I would be a mother of two in just a few minutes! I told Joe there is no one else here to take pictures so it's up to you. Make sure you get some good ones. Luckily things were happening so fast, I didn't even have time to dwell on it because Ann got gowned up and uncovered the warmer and I started pushing! The nurses were changing shifts so there happened to be two nurses in the room and they were giving report while one of them held my leg, During the first push, I looked at Joe and saw his eyes get real wide and he excitedly told me he could see the head! I really couldn't even feel it but apparently I was doing a good job of pushing! Two more pushes in, I could feel the pressure of the baby's head and with one last push he was out! I was so confused because it wasn't even painful. I asked, "Was that him?!" and she held up John and gave him to me to hold on my chest. It was 7:13 am.
It was so quiet and so calm in the room. There were just a handful of people, me, Joe, Ann, and a nurse. No doctor with multiple residents, no nursing students, and only one nurse. It was awesome. John only cried for a few minutes when he started squirming and Joe pointed out that he looked like he was trying to find some food! I had read that babies will root to find the breast and it really did happen! He latched easily and sucked away. Because the IV antibiotics didn't finish infusing before John was born, he had to go to the Special Care Nursery and have his blood drawn to be cultured. They let me hold him for a long time before taking him away and offered to let Joe go with him.
So at just after 8 am, I was sitting in the room all by myself and eating breakfast, Just as I was starting to feel pretty sad, my boys came back and we got moved to a postpartum room. My grandparents came to visit by 11 am with my dad shortly after that and my mom and Maggie brought Joey to meet his brother around 2 pm.
Friday, October 3, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Finally moved up to size 4 diapers and 24 month clothes fit fairly well
Your favorite song is Relient K's cover of Baby by Justin Beiber (no joke).
Sunday, September 14, 2014
And thank God for that.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
The craziest, most embarrassing 1.5 hoursSo it all starts with me asking Mag to watch Joey for an hour while I go to the dr. She says no because she has to do laundry :/ seriously?! For real?! She lives 1 minute away!!!
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Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
I know you don’t love my kids like I do and you don’t delight in their presence like I do, but, frankly, few people delight in yours or love you like your parents do (hopefully), yet you still walk about unashamed. If you can, so can my kids.
After all, the worst a small child can be is irritating. Adults, on the other hand, can be vicious, obnoxious, invasive, irrational, petty, malicious, haughty, bitter, and abusive in a way that no toddler could ever match.
-- Matt Walsh
Can I get an AMEN?!
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Let's start from the beginning. Last time I saw two little pink lines, I was alone. This time around, I had a set of eyes watching my every move. I think that's funny for some reason. I haven't gone to the bathroom alone in about 19 months. That first week was bliss, and then it hit. The constant nausea and vomiting. Little man, you had me in the ER twice getting hydrated and in and out of the doctors office countless times to check my weight loss and urine for dehydration. EVERY doctor, nurse, ultrasound tech and resident insisted you were a girl. Nobody gets this sick with a boy, heck, maybe it's twins a couple of people said. That caused me to vomit more. Daddio stayed home with me for a week while I hung over the toilet but had to go back to work eventually. Your poor brother never ate some many cheerios, crackers, and cheese in those 12 weeks. It was the only thing I could stomach to make him. There were weeks when we didn't leave the house. I think I had the same tank of gas in my car for more than a month. Daddy took care of us and grocery shopped and brought home take out and learned to wash clothes. I missed a month of work. Everyday for 12 weeks, I got sick multiple times a day. I learned what came up easier, like yogurt and pop surprisingly. Popsicles and chocolate silk milk were staples and when I found something that stayed down, I ate it everyday for days! I was constantly nauseous. It never went away. I had a strict schedule of meds to try and keep the vomiting at bay and some days were better than others. The worst was changing your brothers diapers and there were many instances of throwing a diaper on him and then running to the bathroom. As I sat on the bathroom floor or hung over the kitchen sink, Joey would sometimes hug, sometimes attack, and sometimes just sit on me and it always made me smile. I had never felt more sick or more weak in my life. I lost 12 pounds. Fifteen was the magic number before the doctors considered placing a PICC line for daily hydration and IV medication. And after the first trimester (13 weeks), things started to slowly get better. The vomiting went down to once a day, and then to only when I was stressed, or encountered a really nasty diaper. I haven't been sick since 14.5 weeks and now Daddy can even make coffee without me making a sour face or tossing my cookies!
At 13 weeks, I had a ultrasound and I asked to the tech to guess if you were a boy or girl. I knew it was possible to tell but not likely and I thought for sure you were a girl. And if I was having a girl, there was a lot more preparation that was needed. Everyone had convinced me and she said we were all wrong, you were a boy (and it was kind of a relief)! A few weeks later this was confirmed and I have the pictures to prove it.
So all this is to say and to remind me, that you, dear little boy, are going to be our last. This uterus is closed for business after you're born. Daddy thinks I'm lying. I am BEYOND thankful for you and I am cherishing every moment of being pregnant and I love feeling you kick. In fact, if you wanted to kick more, that'd be perfect! I first felt you at 12 weeks right after doing the dishes. Sometimes you hit so hard, it catches me off guard and I get startled and yelp. It's pretty awkward when it happens at work, you know. At only 5.5 months, I'm already as big as I was at 7 months with your brother! I will hold you and snuggle you and tell myself every day to enjoy it. I will take the two boys that God has given me and hold them close and be content with every blessing. And I'm not counting God out of this picture; I believe that it's possible things and hearts (and uteruses, uteri?) change, and I'm open to that...then. Perhaps adoption? Who knows?! But I can't wait to meet you (this seems like it is going by so. so. slowly.) and have our family be complete. Try not to be too hard on me, okay, little man? I already love you no matter what though :)