{Buddy boy}
You are learning so many things right now that I don't want to forget them. You are so good at mimicking EVERYthing mom & dad & your sissies do.
1-You learned to stomp your foot which proves to be a real challenge or you but you do it anyway! 2-You spin & twirl which I've NEVER seen a baby your age do! You LOVE it and I can't figure out if you do actually do it to get dizzy! You seem to really like that part. [thrill seeker!].
3-You LOVE rhythm, but you always have. Any music that plays you start getting your bounce on :) You also start singing. You sort of sound like an injured dog :D You also love copying the girls at their finest. When Chloe is upset she cries... More like wails... You emulate. Saydee yells at everyone... You repeat. Hilarious.
4-You are BUSY!!! I can't keep up! You unravel at LEAST one roll of toilet paper per DAY, no matter where we hide it! Your favorite pastime is chucking things down the stairs. Glass seems to be your preference. It offers the most cause and effect.
5-You are also obsessed with the garbage cans. After all, they are baskets to put things in and take them out! You will undoubtedly be a basketball player. Your love for putting balls in holes, throwing and retrieving is unprecedented. ANY round object is a ball and WILL be used as a ball, so passersby beware. No exceptions. No matter the size or weight.
6-You LOVE babies. You've already got your 'swag' figured out. The other day you toddled your way right up to another toddler girl, grabbed her head & planted one on her... Added some tongue and viola!... You were tickled pink! She was horrified... Ahead of your years, son.
7-You can neigh like a horse & stick your tongue out and pant like a dog.
8-You pretend to spit when you're done brushing your teeth.
9-You scrunch your nose up and make a sniffle/snore sound and bring people tissues.
10-You shake your head "yes" and "no."
11-You clean walls if you find any rags laying around.
12- You're still nursing and you've been a HUGE pain to try and ween. You have daddy's temper and moms perseverance.
13-You're very sweet and you love everyone. You will dive to random people to have them hold you. Even if we don't know them.
14-You slept through the night for the first time since we moved in JUNE!... You were so much cuter and sweeter in my eyes after a full night's rest... Just FYI for future reference.
I love you, brother. You are sun a special blessing and sweet spirit!
Friday, March 8, 2013
Sunday, May 6, 2012
just the way you are.
Owen,
You turned THREE months and I wanted to jot down some characteristics about you that may stay the same all your life, or perhaps may change. Either way, I don't want to forget them.
SLEEP: You are the most blessed child. You are so aware of what you want. You turn your head to a hard right when you want to sleep. You may or may not take a binkie at this point. You will NOT make eye contact. You prefer a blanket over your face and I fear witnesses feel I am trying to smother you. You close your eyes. You like to be watched but not spoken to. You like to hold something in your hand... a finger or your blankie. You like the sound of the humidifier or vacuum or other white noise. You do NOT want rocked, or bounced, or doted upon. You LOVE your crib. When you are ready for bed, you are READY FOR BED. Nothing less will do. However, if bed is not near, you prefer your car seat with the cover pulled down so you don't have to look at anyone nor can anyone be looking at you. You go to sleep EVERY night at 8 or 830 and sleep until 3 or 330 without fail. I LOVE you and THANK you for this daily.
PACIFIER: You have a love hate relationship with the bink. You love it in that you don't really love it but I do. You hate it in that you'll take it because I make you because I REFUSE to be your pacifier like I was for Chloe.
SWING: You LOVE your swing. You prefer your big one that sways side to side over your travel one we bought for our California trip which is now in your room, BUT there are times you just really don't want held and we put you in your swing and you instantly silence. It's about the funniest thing ever. It's rather opposite from any baby I know. Most babies prefer to be held but may be coaxed into a swing. It is so cute. You just truly don't like to be fussed over.
EATING: Well, bud... you're a TANK. You weighed 13.5 lbs at your last check up which was at 2 months. You eat EVERY two hours and occassionally stretch to three... and it shows. You have thunder thighs and chubby cheeks and you are absolutely adorable. You are also rather tall for your age. At two months you were in the 65%. You have ginormous feet and very long hands. I see many sports involving balls in your future.
FEATURES: You get oodles of oohs and ahhs over your big, beautiful blue eyes and looooong, dark eye lashes. You're going to be a lady killer. I feel bad to call you pretty, but, dude... you are one handsome little guy.
Your smile lights up a room and it is usually a crooked smile to one side. Nothing melts my heart more quickly.
STRENGTH: You are a strong little bugger. You don't really try to roll so much as push off with your feet. You already have a little scooting action down on your back. It's pretty clever actually, although I'm not sure you intend to do it at all. You hold your head up everywhere. You've NEVER liked to be held like a baby. You will be walking early and very coorinated. No doubt about it.
You turned THREE months and I wanted to jot down some characteristics about you that may stay the same all your life, or perhaps may change. Either way, I don't want to forget them.
SLEEP: You are the most blessed child. You are so aware of what you want. You turn your head to a hard right when you want to sleep. You may or may not take a binkie at this point. You will NOT make eye contact. You prefer a blanket over your face and I fear witnesses feel I am trying to smother you. You close your eyes. You like to be watched but not spoken to. You like to hold something in your hand... a finger or your blankie. You like the sound of the humidifier or vacuum or other white noise. You do NOT want rocked, or bounced, or doted upon. You LOVE your crib. When you are ready for bed, you are READY FOR BED. Nothing less will do. However, if bed is not near, you prefer your car seat with the cover pulled down so you don't have to look at anyone nor can anyone be looking at you. You go to sleep EVERY night at 8 or 830 and sleep until 3 or 330 without fail. I LOVE you and THANK you for this daily.
PACIFIER: You have a love hate relationship with the bink. You love it in that you don't really love it but I do. You hate it in that you'll take it because I make you because I REFUSE to be your pacifier like I was for Chloe.
SWING: You LOVE your swing. You prefer your big one that sways side to side over your travel one we bought for our California trip which is now in your room, BUT there are times you just really don't want held and we put you in your swing and you instantly silence. It's about the funniest thing ever. It's rather opposite from any baby I know. Most babies prefer to be held but may be coaxed into a swing. It is so cute. You just truly don't like to be fussed over.
EATING: Well, bud... you're a TANK. You weighed 13.5 lbs at your last check up which was at 2 months. You eat EVERY two hours and occassionally stretch to three... and it shows. You have thunder thighs and chubby cheeks and you are absolutely adorable. You are also rather tall for your age. At two months you were in the 65%. You have ginormous feet and very long hands. I see many sports involving balls in your future.
FEATURES: You get oodles of oohs and ahhs over your big, beautiful blue eyes and looooong, dark eye lashes. You're going to be a lady killer. I feel bad to call you pretty, but, dude... you are one handsome little guy.
Your smile lights up a room and it is usually a crooked smile to one side. Nothing melts my heart more quickly.
STRENGTH: You are a strong little bugger. You don't really try to roll so much as push off with your feet. You already have a little scooting action down on your back. It's pretty clever actually, although I'm not sure you intend to do it at all. You hold your head up everywhere. You've NEVER liked to be held like a baby. You will be walking early and very coorinated. No doubt about it.
you are blessed.
Owen,
Today you were given a blessing by your father. Your father has given very personal blessings to each of you children. Some things that really stood out to me were that he blessed you to be faithful. He blessed you to have a relationship with Heavenly Father. He blessed you to be healthy, strong, and active. He blessed you to find a young woman when the time comes and to be happy and that you, too, will have a healthy family as we do. He spoke of some of the blessings you have already received such as your beautiful sisters and being born into a family who love you. In fact, he called us "wonderful." Made me smile. This is the first blessing of his children where his voice cracked and his eyes filled with tears. Both your father and I stood and thanked everyone for coming and spoke of what was on our minds. Your father stood first. He spoke of his pants being too large. He had bought these pants in California specifically for your blessing but you were screaming and your sisters were running around like little hooligans in the mall, so he didn't try them on. He spoke of his irritation in the pants not fitting when he put them on today, but then he spoke of the realization he came to immediately after that thought. Your dad was so grateful that he was able to bless you today, buddy. I spoke of my struggles with being present. I recently read somewhere that depression derives from living in the past and anxiety derives from living in the future. Happiness derives from living in the moment. I am constantly practicing to live in the moment. I am practicing focusing on now. At this moment, I was appreciative of NOW. I was appreciative of you. I am appreciative of you... your sweet spirit, your sweet smile, your sweet temperament. I LOVE you.
Mommy
Today you were given a blessing by your father. Your father has given very personal blessings to each of you children. Some things that really stood out to me were that he blessed you to be faithful. He blessed you to have a relationship with Heavenly Father. He blessed you to be healthy, strong, and active. He blessed you to find a young woman when the time comes and to be happy and that you, too, will have a healthy family as we do. He spoke of some of the blessings you have already received such as your beautiful sisters and being born into a family who love you. In fact, he called us "wonderful." Made me smile. This is the first blessing of his children where his voice cracked and his eyes filled with tears. Both your father and I stood and thanked everyone for coming and spoke of what was on our minds. Your father stood first. He spoke of his pants being too large. He had bought these pants in California specifically for your blessing but you were screaming and your sisters were running around like little hooligans in the mall, so he didn't try them on. He spoke of his irritation in the pants not fitting when he put them on today, but then he spoke of the realization he came to immediately after that thought. Your dad was so grateful that he was able to bless you today, buddy. I spoke of my struggles with being present. I recently read somewhere that depression derives from living in the past and anxiety derives from living in the future. Happiness derives from living in the moment. I am constantly practicing to live in the moment. I am practicing focusing on now. At this moment, I was appreciative of NOW. I was appreciative of you. I am appreciative of you... your sweet spirit, your sweet smile, your sweet temperament. I LOVE you.
Mommy
Sunday, February 26, 2012
welcome baby boy.
On February 3, 2012 I awoke in a pool of sweat. I felt shaky and out of sorts. I felt similar to when you have an infection. This was the second night this had happened. It woke me from sleep and was accompanied by contractions that were semi regular. I knew it wasn't yet time to go in so I began cleaning the house up a bit (about 4am). At 5am I realized that daddy was going to be leaving for work soon so I told him I thought we better go in. For several days, weeks actually, I had been having contractions every 3 to 5 minutes apart for several hours and they would just stop. I felt as though you were not positioned properly and the lack of dilation of the cervix confirmed this idea. I was scared that if I did go to the hospital there was a chance we'd get sent home. Mom and Dad weren't quite sure when to expect you so in the very beginning of the pregnancy an ultrasound was done. A due date of February 12, 2012 was given. A second ultrasound gave the date of February 2, 2012. A few more ultrasounds were done along the way and they were ranged between these two dates... the 7th and 10th, I believe. So, of course Mommy went by the 2nd and the doctor went by the 12th. This caused some major impatience on my end near the end of the pregnancy.
We decided to call Grandma Dorothy to come sit with your sisters while we went to check everything out. As we got there my contractions were less regular, I was only dilated to a 3 and my water hadn't broken. The nurses observed you on the monitors for a while and you were doing great! Dr. Lewis came in about 7am and told us that you weren't positioned properly and that the crown of your head was not putting pressure on the cervix, thus labor was not progressing. He said that he felt it would be better for us to go home and wait it out and let nature take its course. I broke down. I did not want to go home. I'm sure my fear of the similarities of this situation in comparison to labor with Chloe were instilling a lot of fear in me, but I still just felt something wasn't right. I told Daddy and the Doc that I was certain if I went home I would just come right back and I didn't want to do that. I have never believed in scheduling inductions or interfering with nature. It is God's job to say "when." I do, however, believe in the Holy Ghost, intuition, and a mother's instinct. Usually I have been more clearly guided in these types of instances... I usually have an idea of what could be wrong or an idea of what to do to step in the right direction. In this instance though, I just felt like I needed to stay. Because of my beliefs about interfering, I felt at this moment, when I decided to stay and have the Doc start pitocin, selfish. I felt selfish, weak, and embarrassed, but... I stayed. The doctor told me that I was not in the most favorable position to be started. He warned me that labor would most likely be harder, more painful and longer. He told me he would run the pit for 1 hour and then we would reassess at that time. If I still hadn't progressed, we should probably not continue as a Csection would be more probable.
After one hour on pit, my contractions had picked up a bit but were still not very big. The nurse checked me... I still had not dilated further... I was about to break down. As the nurse went to the bathroom to dispose of her gloves... MY WATER BROKE! I yelled, "My water broke!" I looked down and the fluid looked yellowish-green. I covered myself back up embarrassingly... "I mean I peed." The fluid was still steadily flowing... I knew I hadn't peed. "I mean my water broke!!!" She came and checked. You had gone potty in utero (naughty boy). She said it was good that we came in and Dr. Lewis would certainly not be sending us home now. I was so relieved. Also, with Saydee and Chloe my water had to be broken both times so I was glad my body was somewhat doing things on it's own. We knew this would be the day that we would meet you!
After my water broke things went really fast! I went from 3 to complete in 3 hours. I pushed for 30 minutes and you were here! Your birth was the most pain I'd felt during delivery. I think my bladder was full and things went so quickly that I didn't have a catheter in. There was a lot of burning and pain. I thought at one point I honestly couldn't push anymore, but your daddy held my hand tightly and when he told me, "You can do this, Shell," I knew he meant it and I believed him.
You came out with a lot of white coating. The most I've seen yet. You were long and skinny. You had dark brown hair. You had a cute little cry... not too demanding... kind of sweet. You weighed 7lbs. 7.8oz and were 19 inches long. You were greeted by your daddy, big Sissy Saydee, Grandma Kim, Grandma Lynne, Papa Rick, Nanny Holly, Grampa Dave, and finally Mommy. When I started talking you looked at me with such sweet eyes. You looked as if you were thinking, "Oh my gosh!!! I know you! I remember you! I LOVE that sound!" You looked at me like you thought I was the most amazing thing you'd ever seen. You were so alert and so curious. Your fingers, hands, feet and toes were so long and skinny. You loved covering your face with your hands and you stretched your fingers all across your face. Soon Big Sissy Chloe, Grandma Dorothy, Aunt Jessica, and Brooke came to see you as well. Everyone was so in awe by your alertness and your dark hair.
Welcome baby Owen! We love you!
We decided to call Grandma Dorothy to come sit with your sisters while we went to check everything out. As we got there my contractions were less regular, I was only dilated to a 3 and my water hadn't broken. The nurses observed you on the monitors for a while and you were doing great! Dr. Lewis came in about 7am and told us that you weren't positioned properly and that the crown of your head was not putting pressure on the cervix, thus labor was not progressing. He said that he felt it would be better for us to go home and wait it out and let nature take its course. I broke down. I did not want to go home. I'm sure my fear of the similarities of this situation in comparison to labor with Chloe were instilling a lot of fear in me, but I still just felt something wasn't right. I told Daddy and the Doc that I was certain if I went home I would just come right back and I didn't want to do that. I have never believed in scheduling inductions or interfering with nature. It is God's job to say "when." I do, however, believe in the Holy Ghost, intuition, and a mother's instinct. Usually I have been more clearly guided in these types of instances... I usually have an idea of what could be wrong or an idea of what to do to step in the right direction. In this instance though, I just felt like I needed to stay. Because of my beliefs about interfering, I felt at this moment, when I decided to stay and have the Doc start pitocin, selfish. I felt selfish, weak, and embarrassed, but... I stayed. The doctor told me that I was not in the most favorable position to be started. He warned me that labor would most likely be harder, more painful and longer. He told me he would run the pit for 1 hour and then we would reassess at that time. If I still hadn't progressed, we should probably not continue as a Csection would be more probable.
After one hour on pit, my contractions had picked up a bit but were still not very big. The nurse checked me... I still had not dilated further... I was about to break down. As the nurse went to the bathroom to dispose of her gloves... MY WATER BROKE! I yelled, "My water broke!" I looked down and the fluid looked yellowish-green. I covered myself back up embarrassingly... "I mean I peed." The fluid was still steadily flowing... I knew I hadn't peed. "I mean my water broke!!!" She came and checked. You had gone potty in utero (naughty boy). She said it was good that we came in and Dr. Lewis would certainly not be sending us home now. I was so relieved. Also, with Saydee and Chloe my water had to be broken both times so I was glad my body was somewhat doing things on it's own. We knew this would be the day that we would meet you!
After my water broke things went really fast! I went from 3 to complete in 3 hours. I pushed for 30 minutes and you were here! Your birth was the most pain I'd felt during delivery. I think my bladder was full and things went so quickly that I didn't have a catheter in. There was a lot of burning and pain. I thought at one point I honestly couldn't push anymore, but your daddy held my hand tightly and when he told me, "You can do this, Shell," I knew he meant it and I believed him.
You came out with a lot of white coating. The most I've seen yet. You were long and skinny. You had dark brown hair. You had a cute little cry... not too demanding... kind of sweet. You weighed 7lbs. 7.8oz and were 19 inches long. You were greeted by your daddy, big Sissy Saydee, Grandma Kim, Grandma Lynne, Papa Rick, Nanny Holly, Grampa Dave, and finally Mommy. When I started talking you looked at me with such sweet eyes. You looked as if you were thinking, "Oh my gosh!!! I know you! I remember you! I LOVE that sound!" You looked at me like you thought I was the most amazing thing you'd ever seen. You were so alert and so curious. Your fingers, hands, feet and toes were so long and skinny. You loved covering your face with your hands and you stretched your fingers all across your face. Soon Big Sissy Chloe, Grandma Dorothy, Aunt Jessica, and Brooke came to see you as well. Everyone was so in awe by your alertness and your dark hair.
Welcome baby Owen! We love you!
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