Tuesday, January 26, 2016

My Babies

Tomorrow my baby girl will be 7 months old. She is crawling, pulling up, and saying mama (sporadically, but she says it). She is an absolute drama mama and the complete opposite of her brother! She hated the swing and she hates the bouncer. She will not take a paci and screams like you're torturing her if you dare try and give her a bottle. She's a very light sleeper and tries to get by with 5-10 minute cat naps, leaving us both exhausted! She absolutely adores her big brother. He is the only one who can make her laugh and her face lights up whenever he interacts with her. She watches his every move and craves his attention. Her doctor said she's so advanced because she is trying to keep up with her energetic sibling. She is beautiful, and although I am extremely biased, enough strangers stop me when we are out in public to comment on her beauty that I know it to be true. She has the biggest grin and a huge dimple on her right cheek, but only her right cheek. She has brought so much joy to our family, and though she has only been with us 7 months, it is getting harder to remember our life before she brought her vibrant personality into it.

My precious boy will be three in a little over a month. That is a fact that is very hard on this mama's heart, for I know school is right around the corner. He is so full of energy! He can never sit still, even in his sleep he is constantly moving. He is constantly running, jumping, and making all kinds if noise. He is currently obsessed with dinosaurs, cars, and minions. He has a very strong will and is in a boundary testing phase. He no longer takes a pass (pacifier) and broke himself from it. Sadly, he has had very little interest in the potty but we keep trying. He adores his daddy, his baby (Poppy), and his grandparents. He HATES getting his hair cut and thinks it is a terrible form of torture. He is my pride and he can still melt my heart today as much as the day he was first placed in my arms.

Before this year is over I will be the mommy to a one year old and a three year old. It's going by too fast. I wish I could slow it down and savor every moment.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

I'm Still Alive

I'm still here, trying to settle into our new normal. It's hard for me to believe my Poppy is almost 10 weeks old. I still haven't written about her birth story and my successful VBAC. I also haven't written about her going into the hospital at four weeks old. She was a very sick little girl. She's better now, thank God. Her doctor said she was perfect at her last checkup. It sure left this mama traumatized though. Hopefully, some day I'll get around to sharing her birth story, her hospital stay, and her picture. I just wanted to let any followers who still read my updates know that I'm still here and we're all good.

Monday, June 29, 2015

She's here!

Poppy arrived Saturday, June 27, at 1:12 a.m. She weighed 7lbs 1oz. (same as her brother) and was 19.25 inches long (also, same as her brother). I had some scattered, but pretty intense contractions for 3 days. I was in active labor for 20 hours with an hour of pushing, but I had a successful VBAC.

She is here, she is beautiful and she is perfect. And she has stolen the hearts of everyone around her. She already has her daddy wrapped tightly around her pretty little finger, and he will be the first to admit it. We are so in love with our girl, we feel so humbled and privileged to call her ours. When I look at my babies my heart fills with gratitude and I thank God for answering my prayers.

Monday, June 22, 2015

38 Weeks

At my appointment today I was 1 cm dilated and 75% effaced. I was a little disappointed that all the pressure and contractions I had been feeling hadn't garnered more of a result. But I was also relieved that at least all my uncomfortableness had produced some type of change.

My feelings are all over the place right now. Sometimes I feel so full of energy and that I must keep moving. Other times I feel like I could sleep for a year and that simply breathing and blinking requires too much energy. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with excitement and so ready to meet her. Other times I'm having to fight panic attacks at the thought of being responsible for two babies and hoping she stays put just a little while longer. I'm a real mess, I tell ya.

Overall, everything looks good. I was a bit concerned because the past couple days I've experienced some dizziness, headaches, upset stomach; I was afraid my blood pressure may be acting up. But today at my appointment it was perfect so my doctor thinks it's the heat (it's been in the high 90s). She told me to go home, lay down, and hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. I'm perfectly ok with that and am contemplating not even leaving the house until it's labor day.

Monday, June 15, 2015

37 Weeks

Nothing. Nada. Zilch. It appears that Poppy is very comfy in the home I have made for her and has no intention of leaving anytime soon. I was really hoping she would come on Father's Day, but I don't think that's going to happen. I know things can change overnight, but my gut tells me I'll be seeing my doctor for my 38 week appointment next Monday. She continues to cook and I continue to battle all the third trimester discomforts.

Monday, June 8, 2015

36 Weeks

I hit 36 weeks yesterday. I had my checkup today. Poppy is head down and seems to be VERY comfortable in her current home. I don't remember if I've mentioned it before, but I've decided to attempt a VBAC instead of doing a repeat c-section at 39 weeks. I don't have my heart set on it and I am mentally preparing myself for the very real possibility of a repeat section, but I at least want to give my body the chance to go into labor  and have a vaginal birth. This decision has everything to do with Squishy. I remember how difficult and painful my recovery was with him, and I didn't have a two year old viaing for my attention and affection. I know a new baby is going to be a hard enough transition, he won't understand that I'm unable to lift and snuggle with him because of a cut in my stomach. My decision for a VBAC is so recovery is quicker and I'll be able to cuddle my boy sooner.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Easter Blessings

I love Easter. I love what it represents to me; my risen Savior, hope that death is not final and there is a better life to come. Those are the MAIN reasons I love this holiday, but I really like some of the commercial reasons too. As a kid I loved getting a basket full of candy, hunting eggs, and getting a pretty new dress and shoes. As an adult, I still use it as an excuse to buy a pretty new outfit, plus I always get the Mr. a new shirt and tie for the day. I know those things aren't important but they are something I look forward to and enjoy.

When we were trying for a baby, Easter was really hard for me. When I went "Easter frock" shopping, I was surrounded my colorful miniature dresses and suits. I couldn't walk into a store without seeing a wide assortment of Easter baskets. Even the churches were promoting things such as egg hunts and candy rains. All of these things served as a reminder of what I didn't have, but so desperately wanted. I had to really focus on what was important to not let what I didn't have overshadow the many blessings I did have.

This year I bought one of those miniature suits. I made an Easter basket. I didn't hide any eggs because it was raining but I did let Squishy scatter some plastic ones around the house. Good Friday we went with some extended family to an Easter drama a local church was putting on. It was so touching, I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried more than once. I spent as much time watching my son as I did the play. He was enthralled. He sit in his daddy's lap and watched the whole thing, wide eyed and open mouthed. He's only two, I know he didn't understand what was going on. He was just fascinated with the lights, sounds, and special effects. But that doesn't matter, because one day he WILL understand.

Sunday night I had my first noticeable Braxton Hicks constructions. They weren't painful, just a reminder that another baby is on her way. Next year I'll add a miniature dress to my Easter shopping. Every Easter is special, but this year I really felt the blessings.