We also received some of our first visitors today- Grandma Pennie and Uncle Bryan and a friend from church. I love getting visitors!!! I also got flowers from Grandma Hess, which pretty much made my day.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
My Fair Big Boys
The big boys left Luke and me in the capable hands of Grandma Linda and Grandma-Great tonight and headed off to the fair. I was a little jealous, but the new little one is worth the sacrifice :) They had fun- Max's favorite ride was the dragon coaster or the hot air balloons depending on who's asking the question. Darreck and Kayla rode a few of the big rides, but not to many. Darreck said he's getting less brave as he gets old :)
Monday, July 30, 2012
Luke's First Pictures
We're home today, and I thought I'd add some pictures of the man of the hour. He's doing very well- eating and sleeping great. I'm also doing well, which is so amazing to me. Everything about this birth seems so much easier than Max. The first time around I had a 3rd degree tear, tore all the muscles in my thighs, had bruising on my face, had difficulty using the bathroom, couldn't walk for weeks, and had very painful engorgement when my milk came in. Today, after getting home from the hospital, I took a walk around the block. I seriously feel great; now I just need to get some sleep!
The Birth Story
Luke's birth story sounds unbelievable, even to me. He was sooo lucky not to be born in a car :) It was kind of crazy...
I'd been having mild contractions for weeks, and they picked up a lot last Monday and continued all week. However, they never would fall into a regular pattern, despite the fact that I was progressing. By Saturday morning I was frustrated and very, very tired of being pregnant. We went for a long walk around Farmer's Market and downtown in the morning, I took a nap in the afternoon, then we watched the summer Olympics that evening. I started getting moderate contractions every 10-12 minutes apart around 7:00, but they would fall out of pattern when I started walking around. Frustrated, I went for another walk and the contractions didn't come back until 9:00.
The next part is where it gets nuts! Between 9:00 and 10:30 my contractions wouldn't harder or closer together, but I still called my mom and warned her that tonight might be the night, but don't count on it. Then, from 10:40 and 11:10 my contractions went from 10-12 minutes apart and very manageable to 2 minutes apart and doubling me over in pain. I had Darreck call my mom and tell her to hurry over and stay with Max; I couldn't even talk on the phone.
We left for the hospital a little after 11:30, and I was in serious pain. I kept having the thought that labor with Max was 13 hours, and if I was in this much pain and just beginning, I was going to die. Seriously die. I had to get out of the car, up to the seventh floor, and to a triage room (which felt like climbing Everest) with almost no break between contractions. When I finally got checked in triage a little before midnight, I was dilated to a 9. Darreck managed to give me a very quick blessing, and then my water broke. Immediately after, I felt the urge to push, and the nursing staff was rushing around me trying to get me into a room and praying the doctor would get there in time. She walked in after my first push, and two pushes later little Luke was born at 12:25.
To sum it up, I was in hard labor a little over 1 hour and pushed three times. The doctor almost missed the birth, and, had we waited at all to call my mom or took our time getting to the hospital, he would have been born in the car. I always assumed quick births would be easy births, but the truth was it was terrifying. I felt like I had no time to even think, and everyone around me felt frantic. It was a few hours worth of pain all compacted into an hour, but once that hour was over, I felt great! I had a little 2nd degree tear, but even with that, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful birth. He was a perfect 7 lbs 5 oz and 20-1/2 inches long.
I'd been having mild contractions for weeks, and they picked up a lot last Monday and continued all week. However, they never would fall into a regular pattern, despite the fact that I was progressing. By Saturday morning I was frustrated and very, very tired of being pregnant. We went for a long walk around Farmer's Market and downtown in the morning, I took a nap in the afternoon, then we watched the summer Olympics that evening. I started getting moderate contractions every 10-12 minutes apart around 7:00, but they would fall out of pattern when I started walking around. Frustrated, I went for another walk and the contractions didn't come back until 9:00.
The next part is where it gets nuts! Between 9:00 and 10:30 my contractions wouldn't harder or closer together, but I still called my mom and warned her that tonight might be the night, but don't count on it. Then, from 10:40 and 11:10 my contractions went from 10-12 minutes apart and very manageable to 2 minutes apart and doubling me over in pain. I had Darreck call my mom and tell her to hurry over and stay with Max; I couldn't even talk on the phone.
We left for the hospital a little after 11:30, and I was in serious pain. I kept having the thought that labor with Max was 13 hours, and if I was in this much pain and just beginning, I was going to die. Seriously die. I had to get out of the car, up to the seventh floor, and to a triage room (which felt like climbing Everest) with almost no break between contractions. When I finally got checked in triage a little before midnight, I was dilated to a 9. Darreck managed to give me a very quick blessing, and then my water broke. Immediately after, I felt the urge to push, and the nursing staff was rushing around me trying to get me into a room and praying the doctor would get there in time. She walked in after my first push, and two pushes later little Luke was born at 12:25.
To sum it up, I was in hard labor a little over 1 hour and pushed three times. The doctor almost missed the birth, and, had we waited at all to call my mom or took our time getting to the hospital, he would have been born in the car. I always assumed quick births would be easy births, but the truth was it was terrifying. I felt like I had no time to even think, and everyone around me felt frantic. It was a few hours worth of pain all compacted into an hour, but once that hour was over, I felt great! I had a little 2nd degree tear, but even with that, I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful birth. He was a perfect 7 lbs 5 oz and 20-1/2 inches long.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Life in Limbo
Not entirely sure what it is about waiting for a baby that throws our life into limbo, but it seems like we've hit the pause button on everything. I'm so reluctant to make plans that everything fun we've done in the past two weeks, and we have had lots of fun, we've decided to do last minute. So...
Okay, so this one really isn't fun. Max got a massive bug bite on his eyelid a few Saturdays ago and had to go see the doctor. It puffed up so much that he couldn't see out of one eye, but he was still a trooper- until Sunday. Unfortunately, the medicine the doctor prescribed gave him a tummy ache so bad I had to take him home in the middle of church. He was fully recovered by the next day, however.
Last Saturday we went and picked up our bountiful basket, hit farmer's market early, and then made the very, very last minute decision to go on the ward hike. I had given up all thoughts of going, thinking I would be too miserable (there's that pause button again), but I woke up that morning feeling pretty ache and pain free. I'm so glad we went. It was a blast, and the boys really enjoyed getting to have at least one outdoor adventure this summer.
Which leads me to today. Mom and dad bought a boat a few weeks ago, and we've all been anxious to go out and play. However, mom informed me last night that Darreck and I were uninvited because of the persistent contractions I've been having since Monday. She didn't spoil the fun for Max, though; he still got to go along, and boy did he have a good time. All we heard all night was that, "Papa let me drive the boat!!! Papa let me drive the boat!!!"
That really sums up the problem with this whole life in limbo thing- I feel bad for Max. I've been so reluctant to do things that I think he's been bored a lot this past few weeks, poor kid. It has been fun for me, though, to spend so much down time, just Max and me. He gets hyper around a crowd, but around me he can be the most mellow, sweet little guy in the world. He loves to just sit around and talk, helping me with whatever I need to do that day. As much as I love babies, there's nothing to compare to the joy I get from discovering Max's personality. I love that he can talk to me and tell me how he feels about things. He has preferences and likes and dislikes, and he's finally at a point where he can articulate them. The whole thing fascinates me. Hopefully we can continue to find one-on-one time once the baby is born, because I cherish my "big-boy" time with Max.
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Okay, so this one really isn't fun. Max got a massive bug bite on his eyelid a few Saturdays ago and had to go see the doctor. It puffed up so much that he couldn't see out of one eye, but he was still a trooper- until Sunday. Unfortunately, the medicine the doctor prescribed gave him a tummy ache so bad I had to take him home in the middle of church. He was fully recovered by the next day, however.
Last Saturday we went and picked up our bountiful basket, hit farmer's market early, and then made the very, very last minute decision to go on the ward hike. I had given up all thoughts of going, thinking I would be too miserable (there's that pause button again), but I woke up that morning feeling pretty ache and pain free. I'm so glad we went. It was a blast, and the boys really enjoyed getting to have at least one outdoor adventure this summer.
Which leads me to today. Mom and dad bought a boat a few weeks ago, and we've all been anxious to go out and play. However, mom informed me last night that Darreck and I were uninvited because of the persistent contractions I've been having since Monday. She didn't spoil the fun for Max, though; he still got to go along, and boy did he have a good time. All we heard all night was that, "Papa let me drive the boat!!! Papa let me drive the boat!!!"
That really sums up the problem with this whole life in limbo thing- I feel bad for Max. I've been so reluctant to do things that I think he's been bored a lot this past few weeks, poor kid. It has been fun for me, though, to spend so much down time, just Max and me. He gets hyper around a crowd, but around me he can be the most mellow, sweet little guy in the world. He loves to just sit around and talk, helping me with whatever I need to do that day. As much as I love babies, there's nothing to compare to the joy I get from discovering Max's personality. I love that he can talk to me and tell me how he feels about things. He has preferences and likes and dislikes, and he's finally at a point where he can articulate them. The whole thing fascinates me. Hopefully we can continue to find one-on-one time once the baby is born, because I cherish my "big-boy" time with Max.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Another Massive Update
Okay, so for everything I've missed lately:
The Fourth of July was really, really fun. We woke up ridiculously early for a holiday (I'm not a morning person, at all) to attend our ward flag ceremony and breakfast. It was fun, but the highlight was definitely the candy canon- which does exactly like the name says, it shoots candy out of a canon for kids to chase. Way fun. Then, we went to the parade and had a decent time. Great Falls parades mostly consist of very noisy sirens and Lewis and Clark re-en-actors and military vehicles. We need more bands and floats and less noise, but, hey, it's tradition. Mom and dad had a barbecue over at their house in the afternoon, and even Hales were able to come and join us. It was low-key and relaxing and everything good about the Fourth. Way after bedtime, we set off some small fireworks then watched the city display from our usual spot behind the police station. Other than Kayla trying to take my head off with a flying blooming flower, the night went well. Max love, love, loved the fireworks!!!!
Yesterday at church was a little sad for me- I got released from primary. I know it makes sense with a baby on the way, and I have been in primary for three years now, but I'm really going to miss the kids. I'm still going to be playing organ in sacrament meeting, so that will keep me busy. But still, Sundays won't be the same without the munchkins :(
Today is Kayla's birthday and, if I can ever get Max to take a nap, we will be going to a Voyager's game to celebrate tonight. Should be fun, I might even take pictures. Which leads me to...
I know I should be taking pictures, but I hate pictures of myself pregnant. I know I should have some belly pictures around to commemorate the time, but I don't love remembering myself looking like a beached whale. Maybe we'll take some tonight, probably not, we'll see...
The Fourth of July was really, really fun. We woke up ridiculously early for a holiday (I'm not a morning person, at all) to attend our ward flag ceremony and breakfast. It was fun, but the highlight was definitely the candy canon- which does exactly like the name says, it shoots candy out of a canon for kids to chase. Way fun. Then, we went to the parade and had a decent time. Great Falls parades mostly consist of very noisy sirens and Lewis and Clark re-en-actors and military vehicles. We need more bands and floats and less noise, but, hey, it's tradition. Mom and dad had a barbecue over at their house in the afternoon, and even Hales were able to come and join us. It was low-key and relaxing and everything good about the Fourth. Way after bedtime, we set off some small fireworks then watched the city display from our usual spot behind the police station. Other than Kayla trying to take my head off with a flying blooming flower, the night went well. Max love, love, loved the fireworks!!!!
Yesterday at church was a little sad for me- I got released from primary. I know it makes sense with a baby on the way, and I have been in primary for three years now, but I'm really going to miss the kids. I'm still going to be playing organ in sacrament meeting, so that will keep me busy. But still, Sundays won't be the same without the munchkins :(
Today is Kayla's birthday and, if I can ever get Max to take a nap, we will be going to a Voyager's game to celebrate tonight. Should be fun, I might even take pictures. Which leads me to...
I know I should be taking pictures, but I hate pictures of myself pregnant. I know I should have some belly pictures around to commemorate the time, but I don't love remembering myself looking like a beached whale. Maybe we'll take some tonight, probably not, we'll see...
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