Wednesday, October 19, 2016

2 Piper Azalia Kent

March 11th, 2016
7 lbs. 10 oz.
20 inches

At 33 weeks pregnant, I went to my doctor's appointment and they were concerned because my blood pressure was very high and I had alarming amounts of protein in my urine. I was showing signs of preeclampsia again (which is why I was induced early with Christian) so we began the talk of early induction. My doctor was glad I was 33 weeks along and was hoping I could make it to 34 weeks but they were monitoring me closely and put me on bedrest (which is the biggest joke with an active one year old).

I obviously did not want to have the baby too early so my goal was to make it to March. Week after week hit and every week my doctor wondered if I would make it to the next. Then March arrived and I started to get antsy! I could not believe I made it that far after weeks of hearing talk of early induction. My pregnancy with Piper was incredibly painful as I dealt with sciatica and Symphysis Pubic Diastasis. I was also still dealing with bad morning sickness until the very end so I was definitely ready to have a baby and feel somewhat human again. I had contractions for weeks and weeks so my body was exhausted but the contractions were nothing to go to the hospital over so I just waited. My new goal was to have the baby by my birthday, March 10th. 

This is me the morning of my birthday. I had woken up from probably the best night of sleep I'd had in a couple months. My mother-in-law joked that it's because my body was resting up for labor (I think she was right)! This picture makes me laugh. Apparently I wasn't excited about waking up still pregnant. Little did I know, she wanted her own birthday and less than 24 hours later, she would come!

Ironically, on my birthday, the contractions that had been pretty constant stopped. I went about the whole day feeling like my body had regressed. We went out to a fun birthday dinner around 6 pm with Sean, Christian and my mom. Back at home around 9 pm I sat down and finally was able to respond to all my nice texts from friends and family. I can't tell you how many, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Is there a baby yet?" texts I got! To each person I pretty much told them nothing was happening and it was probably going to be awhile. At 10, Sean and I climbed into bed but I couldn't fall asleep because pregnancy insomnia is a beast.

At around 11 I started having the kind of contractions that are just annoying. They hurt a little but they hurt as much as all the contractions I'd been having for over a month so I didn't think anything of it. For the next few hours I timed them. I didn't know what it was like to go into labor on my own so I was doubting myself and I definitely didn't want to go to the hospital for a false alarm. Around 2am, I knew they were consistent and painful so I woke up Sean. My dad had luckily just flown in that night, so I woke him up and told him we were headed to the hospital.

Once I got there I was ready to show the nurses my contraction log to prove it so they'd admit me. Instead they just took me back and strapped me up to the machines. When the nurse checked me I was at a 5! I couldn't believe I was actually in labor. They brought me back to the labor and delivery room and by about 2:30am and within 30 minutes of arriving, I was hooked up to an IV and they started pitocin. The anesthesiologist came in and hooked me up with an epidural before my contractions ever even got really bad! AWESOME. The whole time I kept thinking, "it can't be this easy, there's no way it's going to be this easy..." After an extremely long and semi traumatic birth with Christian, I just couldn't believe how smoothly everything was going.

Sean and I talked and tried to sleep for a little bit but it wasn't too much longer until I started feeling pressure so I told the nurses. Sure enough, I was at a 10 and they said she was about to come so they were going to grab the doctor! I still laugh thinking just several hours after my birthday dinner where I felt nothing, I was delivering a baby.

I was so surprised how quickly everything was going. Hours before I never suspected I was anywhere close to even having a baby! I started shaking and getting really jittery. The doctor on call came in and then Sean introduced himself as a medical student and asked if it was possible if he could deliver the baby. The doctor was so nice about it and told him he could! Sean quickly gowned up and three pushes later, she was here, delivered by daddy! Our parents didn't even have time to make it to the hospital when I said things were progressing quickly. Such a happy whirlwind!

Wrong baby. Still cute. 

I looooove her cheeks!

It was the most bizarre thing starting with a newborn all over again so quickly because my memories of Christian as a newborn were still so fresh. I kept having weird moments where I felt like I was holding baby Christian and having to consciously think about it being a completely different baby. I knew from night one Piper was definitely feisty! Sean and I looked at each other after the first night in the hospital like, "what the crap did we just get ourselves into?" She was not going to let either of us relax post birth and she made that clear!

Little did I know the next few months I would almost never put down my screaming baby. She had two modes: sleeping and screaming. She quickly got her nickname "Pipes" because there was never a louder screaming baby that has graced this green earth. Hah! Ha Ha..... I truly thought I was losing my mind at times. I always said she would've been the perfect first child. She demanded every ounce of me and I felt so badly that I really had to give so much energy to her and Christian often times got what was leftover. After a few months we have finally been able to get some of her issues sorted out and now, I think I can safely say we now have a more content baby on our hands! THANK YOU.

Here are some examples of Piper ages 0-5 months:

She still wakes up 1-5 times a night and she still makes her opinions (very) well known, but man I love this girl. She has personality oozing out of her! We went for her well check yesterday and her doctor was constantly saying how busy, social, curious, strong, etc... she is. She's a little thing but she's a fireball and we love her for it. Even though I'm terrified of 7th grade Piper, she is always making me laugh (and sometimes makes me roll my eyes). She has evolved so much in her short life and it makes me tear up to think of what obstacles we've had to go through to get her happier. She really is the sweetest, funniest little thing. She's tough and can handle whatever big brother throws her way. It's cliche but I cannot remember life before her. What would we do without this munchkin? So glad she's ours!

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

1 It's a Girl! Help Us All.

Most of you know I'm pregnant. Again. Yeah, totally feels like I just did that roller coaster ride. Oh wait, I did.

I convinced myself I was having another boy. I even got really excited at the thought of having an all boy family. So I was completely shocked to find out, it's a girl!

BLESS HER. No seriously, I am so scared for her.

I used to hear people freak out and say "I don't even know what I am going to do with a girl/boy" when they had one of one gender and found out they were expecting one of another gender. I thought that was super dramatic. What do you mean you don't know what you are going to do with the new baby?? It's a baby! They sleep at all the wrong times and they cry every time your head hits the pillow. Gender has nothing to do with that.

Except, our little boy hit 5 months and my opinion completely changed.

Side story so I can paint a picture: When I was 15 and home sick from school, my mom must've been gone because I was watching Maury on tv. This specific episode had nothing to do with who the father was and instead featured a kid who had an inability to feel pain and so he started eating his fingers. I was horrified. That is so sick.

When Christian started crawling/scaling the couch/climbing on things, he would fall or crash a lot and hit his head or arm or leg and he would never cry. I seriously cannot remember a time he cried. And he'd crash hard. I remember one time he even fell in the giant waiting room at my doctor's office and the whole room echoed with the fall. Every single moms' head in that room popped up and they all gasped. Christian was singing and just stood right back up and kept going.

At first, I wasn't too concerned and then so many moms started making comments to me about it. I then started to freak out that he had a disease like that kid on Maury! I definitely didn't want him to start chewing off limbs! I googled everything I could and pretty much Sean and I just came to the conclusion that since he went through so much trauma as a newborn and had three unmedicated procedures, maybe he doesn't feel pain like most kids do. At least it's the only answer that's made me feel better. It's also when I started thinking, maybe he's just a really rough and tumble, tough little boy!

If this is the case, our sweet little girl needs to come to us tough as nails. How in the world is Christian supposed to be gentle when he could care less if others are gentle with him and he certainly is not gentle with others??

At first when I heard "It's a girl," my heart sang and I instantly thought of baby dolls, tutus and painted toe nails. Then I glanced at my lovely first born stretching his leg out to kick the nurse. Suddenly I saw a little girl running around with mangled hair and a butcher knife. Yes, she might never be the Miss Priss that I once was. And as I have learned with my boy, kids come jam packed with their own personality, regardless of what you do.

I grew up with my sister a year behind me. I have no memory of my life before she was around. We went through school together and I can still remember her telling off that punk girl, Jasmine, in preschool because I was too shy. We shared clothes, barbies, music and sometimes crushes (the WORST)! We started our periods within 12 hours of each other (too much?). We had our own bedrooms, but we shared mine. There wasn't a night we slept in our own rooms. Most nights, we laughed our heads off until we fell asleep. Most of my best memories are with her. It was so fun having a built in best friend. Once we both slammed our bedroom doors because we were mad (diva behavior was NOT allowed in the Stolworthy house). Both our doors were taken off the hinges immediately. I remember us sitting across the hallway from each other in our doorless doorways laughing our heads off about it.

I know the brother/sister dynamic will be a little different. I do hope that no matter what though, they share a friendship like the one I had with my sister. I hope they have each other's back at school. I know sometimes they'll fight and scream at each other. That's okay, too. Maybe they won't share all the same hobbies and same friends, but I hope at the end of the day they can be a listening ear, a crying shoulder and thrilled for the other's successes just like my siblings do for me.

We are ready for you Kent girl!! And I say "ready" super lightly. Just a little reminder to stay cooking until March. Gracias.

Tuesday, October 06, 2015

3 A Birthday Party... For Me!

Turning one is like the biggest deal in the world, is it not? This morning I was getting so carried away with my big plans for Christian's party! If you could've been in my mind, everything was so Pinterest-worthy. I was getting so excited to be insta-famous!

Then I started thinking, this is not about him at all, it's about me. The park, the friends, the cake, the perfect banners and delicious food... It was all about me and what I wanted. How selfish! I then started thinking, If I were to really make the day all about my big birthday boy, I'd want him to know it was different and special! I'd want him to be able to do things on that day, that we normally don't do. I'd want to really make his day and do all the things that he absolutely loves!

I made a list of the activities for his new party:
-Have unlimited time playing in the dishwasher. He can pull out whatever dishes and it does not matter what was on them or how sharp they are.
-Bite/lick the toilet lid.
-Aluminum Foil. Lots of it. Pull it out of drawers, tear it up, chew on it.
-Eat as much dog food as wanted. When I see him with chipmunk packed cheeks full of kibbles n' bits, I promise, I will not remove any pieces.
-Rip all the leaves off all our trees and bushes. Just tear them right off, I don't care!
-All toys/tools will be sharp, dangerous and potentially fatal. No moms are going to put a stop to that!
-Lola will be giving free piggy back rides.
-Rocks, dirt and bugs will be served for lunch.
-No diapers at this party! You can pee wherever you want and you don't have to sit still to get a fresh new diaper. How nice.
-Naked. Clothes not necessary here......

You know what? Now that I think about it, never mind. His birthday is going to be all about me.

Thursday, October 01, 2015

1 A Boy and his Dog

When you've got an almost ten month old, you hit the ground running as soon as you hear him yelling and pounding on his wall at 6am. He's a terrible napper, so most days the next time I catch a break is 6:30 pm. Christian rules our house. I used to judge people like that. He has started shouting at me. How do I fix this? Umm, how in the world do I know? I think I say, "In this house, we speak nicely to each other" about 9 billion times a day and he gives me a look that makes me feel like the biggest idiot on the planet.

His favorite activity is dumping the dry dog food into the toilet and then splashing in it. I've seen him elbows deep in pee (that's as far as I'm going on that one), last week I saw him straight up eating a retired birds nest like you would eat a hamburger, he's thrown Sean's iPad right into his poopy diaper, about half the time I find him, his lips are covered in mulch and he has dog food just chillin in his cheeks and this morning he got an old milk jug out of the recycle bin and poured sour, curdled milk over his entire body. Yum.

My lucky mom and mother-in-law get hourly updates of his antics, pictures usually included. They laugh. I laugh. I literally have no clue what I'm doing or how to keep him even a tiny bit under control. I think if I started to try to keep it all together, I would lose my mind, so I'm mostly just like, whateva, all day long.

If you want to give me advice, I'm down. If you want to come babysit, I'm totally freaking down with that.

But today, I seriously had a 20 minute break. Christian is obsessed with our dog Lola and thinks she was born just so he could gnaw on her ears and try to pancake flatten her. If you know Lola, she's literally the biggest brat on the planet. Like, she mostly just goes by Lil' Miss Hot Mess or Suzanne Somers at our house. I think if I took her to dog school, the dog trainers would bawl their eyes out and hit the bar afterwards. Anyways, she's horrible. EXCEPT she is soooo nice and patient with Christian, like Mother Teresa status, so I usually just think, "Okay, you have another night of room and board."

A lot of mornings Lola is doing her typical naughty behavior and shredding up something valuable under the couch. When Christian wakes up, he likes to look for her there. It's pretty typical for her to not want to come out and be tortured by him, but most of the time he just grabs her by an ear or limb and tries to pull her out. This morning though was really different, he was so patient with her. He waited for over 20 minutes for her to come out.

He would scoot his head closer and closer when she realized they were both being just as stubborn.

He tried to share his binky with her. He even tried to put it in her mouth.

In the end, he settled for petting her nose.

I love my little boy. Maybe he's not the quietest and maybe he's exceptionally horrible at sitting still, but he's really really really fun and keeps me on my toes! I loved watching him be so gentle this morning and I love anytime I get to see new little sides of his personality come out that I haven't seen before. Especially in those rare, calm moments. We are learning and growing together. We probably laugh our heads off about 90% of the day, at least we try. He is my buddy and he forces me to be reeeeeallly chill. This mom thing is totally the best and I'm so glad I have such an entertaining partner for the ride.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

4 Mamahood

I've been at this mommy thing for two months now.
See? 2 months.

I haven't got most of it even close to figured out, but here are a few things I've learned:

I can do things I'd never thought I'd be able to do. Now, I don't mean things like loving more than I thought was possible or literally only sleeping 2 hours within a 24 hour period, which both are things I have done, I mean peeing on a toilet with a kid in a brace and having to bend over and tear your toilet paper off with your teeth. I did that. Yesterday. And then Christian and I looked at each other and laughed. You go Glen Coco!

You do weird sleep deprived things. Last night I leaned over in my sleep to look at the monitor and I see a bug chillin' on top of Christian on the screen. All I remember saying was "get off my baby you sicko." Yeah. Sleep deprivation and instincts can make you threaten a 1/4 inch bug that's not even close to your child.

Expect curve balls. Like, everyday. It's been 10 weeks since we brought Christian home from the hospital and it's been a little wild. I can't even begin to list all the doctor visits we've made. We spent some time in the hospital when he got RSV, oh, and then, after that we came home to a flooded house and had to tear up the hardwood and then eventually put it back in. I think another word for curveballs is "life" and I'm lucky enough to be married to a guy who seriously rolls with the punches and remains calm and positive through it all. Brag over.

Never say never. No, I'm not referring to Justin Bieber, I'm talking about all these methods mama's have and who's right and who's wrong. I actually learned this lesson when I taught elementary school so luckily the words "I will never ________." have not yet escaped my mouth as a mom. For example, I can't say I won't let my kids watch tv and one of the reasons I can't say that is because Christian and I watched Baby Einstein last week for 5 minutes until his eyes started bulging out of his head and arms went wild from over-stimuation. Sorry baby. The video case clearly stated 3+ months. Too soon.

Always have a plan, and when that plan fails, be fine with it. I read so many books when I was pregnant and I'm so glad I did. A lot of them agreed on some ideas and then on other things would totally contradict each other. I've used bits and pieces from them all and I always have a plan A and B and C and.... Sometimes, we have to scratch that plan though and just start over. We've learned to be very organized but also very flexible.

You will let yourself go, a little. Eek! The biggest pre-mom nightmare of all time! Yeah somedays I'm smiling and playing with Christian and don't even notice until noon I have yesterday's mascara half way down my face. Umm, how can he even love me or smile back?? Terrifying! I don't eat breakfast until 2pm. I've gone on a walk in black pajama pants because I rationalized in my head they could easily be mistaken for yoga pants and my yoga pants were in some pile of some unfolded laundry somewhere. I've had pee down my shirt and spit up in my hair and when I finally get a chance to clean up at 8pm, I find myself belting out nursery rhymes in the shower. But at the end of the day, I played with my baby. I saw all his new tricks. I comforted him when he was upset and I met all his needs. It might not always be picture perfect, but everyone is happy and healthy!

I AM THE MAMA. No matter what anyone says or what advice I get, I have really learned to trust myself and my instincts. People might make comments but I know what's best for my little boy. I know to hold him sideways if he's sad. I know that if he's starting to squirm that means he doesn't want to eat anymore. I know that he hates the sun in his eyes so I have to remember his little sunglasses on our walks. I know when he's sad because he's tired or when he's sad because he's hungry. I am the mama.

I have a lot more to learn and poor baby Christian is my guinea pig. However, I'm loving my new adventure with my tiny little man and it's always a party at our place!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

1 Christian's Nursery

Wow. I really stressed myself out on this room but I'm so happy with the way everything turned out. It's a good mix of do-it-yourself projects, Craigslist steals, sentimental items, a few splurges and gifts from grandparents. The room was pretty much empty until I was 8 months pregnant. I probably won't ever do that again, but I didn't have much of an option this time around and look, everything still came together (that was me reminding myself it all worked out)!

There are a few things I kept in mind when brainstorming-
1. Budget friendly... I mean, Sean's in school and now I'm a stay-at-home mom so that's a no brainer. I combined coupons and waited for deals so even on full price items, I was able to get lots of discounts!
2. Gender neutral, but boyish, but simple (okay, that was like 5 points). I didn't want lots of loud colors. I knew the whole family would be in here more than any other room after he came and I wanted it to be sweet and relaxing. I also wanted to keep it gender neutral just in case another baby makes an appearance before we have to sell this home.

Crib was easy. I knew what crib I wanted and that's the first thing we ordered. My mom made the amazing swiss cross quilt! This helped me plan the room's color scheme. The animal and velvet pillows were other things I found early on. My mother-in-law gifted us with the darling mobile from Restoration Hardware. The rocking sheep is from Pottery Barn but I found it for a steal on Craigslist. I ordered black dot labels from Amazon and stuck them sporadically on the wall. Christian loves looking at them as he falls asleep for his naps. And I'm sure when he's able to stand up in his crib, he will try picking them off the wall.

I found the mid century dresser (and lamp) online at an estate sale for a serious steal. Yes, we bought dead people furniture and it was the perfect addition! At 8 months pregnant I SCRUBBED the insides of that dresser down with vinegar and then put it in the sun with baking soda in each drawer for 24 hours and then did that whole process again. I lined the drawers with liners and organized them with Ikea bins. We had a small amount of space to work with and I didn't see the point in spending $100 on a changing table when I needed it to double as some solid storage. I wanted a place to put extra diapers, binkies and all those baby odds and ends.

Sean and I both love to travel and we hope Christian will love to, too! I wanted a map in his bedroom and I found this one on Amazon but I knew it needed a little something more so I cut and stained some wood panels and glued those to the top and bottom and then hung the final product on the wall with some black and white baker's twine.

Another really easy DIY project to help personalize his room was this C poster. I made it on my computer, sent it in to Costco and put it in an inexpensive Ikea frame. Voila!
The rocking chair was another generous grandparent gift! The bookshelves were the first thing I hung up in the room. I purchased books that looked boyish and went with the room. Have I mentioned I'm an OCD mess and even more so when I'm pregnant? I don't want to talk about it. I bought a couple books from Barnes and Nobles but most are from seriously the best website ever, If you don't know about it, find out quick. It's the best (hint: cheap books and always free shipping). And of course because I'm a former elementary school teacher I already had about a gazillion more books that I now have stored in his closet. I loved unpacking them out of the boxes that my former students had labeled for me and knowing that now my own kids could read them.

The ukulele came from Nama and Pop Pop Kent!

This is a print my mom painted with watercolors and it's hanging by his bedroom door. Sweetest quote and painting!

The closet is nothing fancy, but I did rediscover my love for bins and shelves! My mom also created some closet dividers for his clothes which are a huge help!

DIY Projects: letter art, map, quilt (my mom), mountain print (my mom), crib sheets (my mom)

Thrifted: mid century dresser, mid century lamp, rocking sheep

Gifted: glider, ukulele, mountain prints, cross quilt, sheets

I love having Christian's little space all finished. We spend a whole lot of time in here so I'm glad I kept it bright and simple!

Thursday, December 11, 2014

8 Christian Lloyd Kent

December 4th, 2014
6 lbs. 14 oz.
19.5 inches

December 1st-
I was due with Christian on December 15th. Due to consistent high blood pressure though, I had a hunch he would be coming early. We made a trip to labor and delivery on November 12th because my blood pressure was extremely high. They were possibly going to send me home, give me steroid shots and have me come back in on the 14th to be induced. However, my blood pressure went down during my stay at the hospital so they sent me home. This happened again the day before Thanksgiving. On December 1st for the third time I was sent to labor and delivery after a doctor's appointment. I remember walking in feeling really chill expecting to just be sent home again. Sean was at school and I told him to not even bother coming to the hospital. After a few hours of tests, my doctor decided to keep me at the hospital for a 24 hour urine collection. I called Sean, he came to the hospital and we got set up in our room for the night.

December 2nd-
The next morning, around 10am, my doctor came in to see me. Sean had already left for class for the day and I was just watching tv. My doctor told me she had reviewed all my vitals from the third trimester and decided she just wanted to induce me and that we were going to quit the urine collection and get this process started. I had a mini freak out because it was now all becoming real! I made the phone calls to my parents and Sean's parents who made arrangements to come to Tucson since I'd probably be having a baby that night or early in the morning (Hah). I ate lunch and took a long shower. I was feeling nervous and ready.

By around 3pm, I was in room 190, the room where I was set up to deliver. The nurse inserted a Cervadil to begin the process of softening my cervix. Holllly uncomfortable. When she put it in, I wanted to kick her in the face and I was laughing so hard I had tears coming out of my eyes. Umm... weird pain response. The Cervadil has to stay in for 12 hours. This is around the time I consider my labor starting. I had been having contractions for a couple weeks about 10 minutes apart, but my contractions were getting closer together (about 4 minutes apart) and I was in more pain as the time went on. I watched tv and talked to Sean and tried to get a little sleep. By about 8pm, Sean's parents had shown up at the hospital. My parents' flight landed in Tucson around 9pm. We were able to visit with our parents until about 11pm. I decided I needed to get some sleep because I assumed when the Cervadil came out at 3am, I'd start pushing.

About 5 hours into labor. I was clueless as to what was ahead. Bahah... rookie.

December 3rd-
3am came and my cervix had softened but they decided to do another round since I wasn't as far as they wanted me to be. I was so disappointed and not looking forward to them inserting another. This time, I was really crying and I was so uncomfortable. My contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and it was hard for me to sleep. The next Cervadil was put in at 4am which means that would now put me at 4pm before we took this Cervadil out. Once again I tried to sleep and then our parents visited us in the morning and brought me breakfast. I was in a lot of pain at this point.

Between 10am-3pm is kind of a blur. I literally have never been in so much pain. I told Sean, "I just want to die," probably a billion times. Hah... little dramatic but I really wanted someone to just shoot me. I did what I could during those few hours to help me get through. I took hot showers, I walked around my room and tried to distract myself by watching some tv. I had a cranky nurse and I was bawling my eyes out begging for an epidural. She kept telling me I couldn't get one until 4pm since I had my Cervadil in. I guess someone had finally let the doctor on call know that I had already been in labor for 24 hours with no pain medication because she came rushing into my room, grabbed my hand, and told me they were going to get the anesthesiologist in my room as soon as possible. Halle-freakin-llujah. I wanted to flip that cranky nurse the bird. I don't know if I've ever cried so hard when they took my second Cervadil out. Pain was off the charts and I was sobbing. However, my contractions for the next 30 minutes were more tolerable knowing soon I wouldn't be in so much pain.

The anesthesiologist came in and was a really nice guy and explained everything to me. I remember my old Young Women's president telling me that during her epidural she recited the Young Women's Theme over and over again in her head so that's exactly what I did. Within about 15 minutes I was feeling amazeballs. My body was finally able to relax. I told our parents they were welcome to come back in the room and we talked and ate dinner and then I slept for a few hours. Around 8pm they started me on a 2 on pitocin (it can go up to 40) and increased it by 2 every 20 minutes. Once I was at a 6 on pitocin, the baby's heart dropped so they turned the pitocin off for a few hours.

December 4th-
Around 2am they turned the pitocin back on. His heart rate dropped again so they decided to check to see if I was dilated. I was at a 9! Yay! We were near the end! She told me I would start pushing in an hour and they turned off the pitocin again. Since they turned off the pitocin and I didn't have a Cervadil in, my contractions started slowing down to 6 minutes apart. At 3am, I started to push. This part wasn't so bad! I pushed for 2 hours with the help of Sean and my nurse. My mom and mother-in-law were in the room with us and it was a really peaceful experience. I don't know if it's because it was 3 in the morning and it was dark and rainy outside, or if I was just so exhausted, but I just felt very calm and relaxed at this point.

At 5:10 and after 36 hours of labor, our little guy made his debut! He came out screaming his head off. He cried for about 30 seconds and then went silent and started smiling and was looking all around the room.

Sean cutting the cord

I hadn't seen his face yet, but my mom ran over and showed me a picture.

This might be my favorite picture for the rest of my life. It's the first time I saw his face and I was totally in love!

Over the next few hours we held him and looked at him. I loved being able to meet the little boy I had grown to love and know over the previous 9 months. It was a rainy and gloomy day and we all just slept and admired our sweet new baby.

Although parts of labor were rough, I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. Sean was so helpful and calm throughout the whole process. I loved having our parents there. After 5 days at the hospital, I was antsy to get home!

The last few days at home have been a roller coaster by itself! We are loving our little guy and getting used to his schedule (awake allllll night and asleep during the day, of course). We are running on little to no sleep but that's how it goes! Sunday, I wasn't feeling well. Because I had no other post pregnancies to compare it to, I assumed it was because I was exhausted and I had just given birth. By 9pm I was in the ER and turns out I had 3 infections including mastitis (yowza). They did put me on antibiotics so I'm feeling so much better and we are cherishing every moment!

We are feeling so grateful for all of the love and support we have received. Sean and I can't thank everyone enough for your kindness. We are sleep deprived but feeling so at peace and grateful for this incredible gift given to us from our Heavenly Father. I couldn't feel more blessed.

Monday, September 15, 2014

5 Pregnant Word Vomit

Wow, this is just getting embarrassing. We don't even have a baby yet and I already can't find the time for a little blog update. I will of course be getting back into blogging. Writing has always been a passion. But for now, we have had a lot going on. Maybe it's time to record a few of my thoughts on pregnancy though. I haven't been good about journaling throughout this pregnancy, yet another thing I can't find the time for, but my mom got me this handy dandy easy journal and I have loved loved writing my notes in it week by week. It makes me feel less guilty about the fact that I don't write beautiful letters to my unborn son. Do people do that? I don't know, but I don't.

No pregnancy is the same, that's what I've figured out. My pregnancy has been different from my mom's and my sister's and it's definitely been different from my friends.

1st Trimester = bleh.

I felt bleh. I was sick. I couldn't eat. I was always nauseous. I needed a nap. Sean said I was a different person which probably means I was a tiny grumpy because my normal personality is always completely pleasant, patient, and kind... Cheers to people who deal with sickness up until the day they deliver because I was really struggling for about 3 months.

2nd Trimester = an enthusiastic two thumbs up!

I got my energy back! I don't need naps and I don't feel like puking. Maybe this is why I've felt so busy? I've been catching up on all the life things I wasn't doing for the first 3 or 4 months of pregnancy. We've still been doing lots of house projects, plus working full time, plus Sean being in school full time and continuing his research, and we've been in Tucson maybe 1 weekend out of 4 for most of the summer. It's a good thing I'm less nauseous and have more energy now because otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do it.

Pregnancy Loves-
Pregnancy skin is A-MAZ-ING... also could just be because I'm having a boy. I've heard that.
Informational baby books. I could read a million. I really take each of them with a grain of salt, and I know Sean and I will figure out our own plan and make things work for us, however, I still love to read them and I feel like now I have some good resources.
The kicks and punches. I thought it would be creepy and weird. It's totally cool and it makes me feel like I'm already getting a sense of his personality. He kicks all throughout the day and he likes to kick when I'm in bed at night (I know this is normal because it's when you're still and they're not being "rocked"). He jumped like a maniac throughout Planet of the Apes.
He pokes his butt out on my right side. At least I hope it's his butt because I give it a little tap and I'd feel bad if I was tapping his head.
Ultrasounds. I wish I could get them daily. My last ultrasound they tried to do 3D but he didn't have any chub on him so it didn't work. With how I ate on our recent trip to San Diego he's surely chunked up so we are hoping to get some good pictures next week.

Pregnancy Not-so-muches-
Not fitting into clothes. A daily struggle. Busting out the maternity clothes.
Figuring out work, maternity leave, insurance and a nanny = complete nightmare.

To look like a really good person, I'm going to leave it at that. A lot more positives than negatives.

We've set up the crib and his bookshelves and that's about it as far as his room goes. I cannot believe how close we are getting! My biggest worries are just figuring out work, a nanny and insurance. Those concerns pretty much occupy my mind 99% of the day. Praying for a good solution to some of the bumps we've hit in the road but I know it'll all work out.

Our little guy is still nameless and we have almost no supplies that we would need to have a baby. Like, we literally have 3 baby things in the house. This is all so unlike me to not have every little thing marked off my list way ahead of time so it's a really good thing we still have several weeks to prepare or we'd all be in big trouble. It does totally freak me out though when i make a list of all there is to do and I don't know when those things will get done. A good lesson  in patience for an over-the-top organized OCD girl.

27 weeks! Cheers!

Sunday, August 03, 2014

1 Happy Sunday!

Grateful I've already seen and been able to recognize His hand in my life enough to know that when the path ahead looks scary, He will be there yet again.
Happiest of Sundays!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

0 It's a...

Almost more shocking than when I found out I was pregnant was when they told me, "It's a boy!"

So crazy pumped for our new little addition!

Okay blog friends, I'm about to do it again.

What are your favorite boy clothes shops? Especially for 6-12 months?

Boy name ideas?

Our last name Kent is such an easy name to work with. EXCEPT names that end with a hard C or K sound.

Por Ejemplo: Jack Kent

Sounds like "Jacket" and takes too much effort to pronounce. No bueno (Today, I'm all about the spanish). 

Of course we had a girl's name picked out and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't already gone shopping for lots of girl clothes... sorry nameless little man! We love you and think you're the cutest!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

24 Alive & Well

I knew right at the beginning of my pregnancy that this blog was going to have to go on hold for a few months.
1. I was sick and it was hard to sit up straight after work.
2. I made a giant humongous house projects to-do list that included all things that needed to come before baby's arrival while Sean actually had time in the evenings before he heads back to school in August.

We (eh em, "Sean") has tiled and grouted bathrooms, baseboards, re installed washer and dryer, built garage shelves, cleaned out garage, put shelves in closets and created under cabinet bathroom storage and started tackling the baby's room all after work. He's the coolest.

All of that had to get done before I could even touch the nursery. We had to finish the garage so I could get the stuff in the nursery out of there. And because I'm a completely OCD freak, it all had to be done in the right order. And because I'm pregnant, I'm even more of an OCD freak than I was pre-pregnancy.

Besides reading lots of books (I have done that), I am not really prepared for this baby's arrival yet and I'm starting to get a little worried and feeling a little behind!

Things I need help and advice on:
I'm keeping the nursery simple. Crib, dresser that will double as a changing table and a rocker/glider. I know what crib and dresser I'm getting, but where are some good places to find a rocker?

Bottles. Help! I will be breastfeeding but I still want bottles on hand in case I pump and am leaving the baby with Sean. What are the best bottles?

Diapers. Help again! I've heard Huggies are best and most of the time keep everything in. I'm not a super cool pioneer woman and I won't be doing cloth diapers especially since I'll be going back to work and I don't want to leave a sitter with cloth ones.

Stroller. I have one in mind but still open to some more ideas.

I've also started my registry. My sister has been a huge help. She's very practical and knows what the best necessities are. What are things you love? Are there things you can't live without?

Sean and I have read a couple books on sleep training so far. It's been very very helpful. I'm feeling like we have a good plan for nighttime and naps which is crucial since I'll be going back to work and Sean will be at school. Any other books that helped you even if they don't deal with sleep training?

Time is totally flying. Can't believe I'm half way done with this pregnancy! Second trimester has been so much better than the first. I'm still more tired than the normal Danielle, but I'm only nauseous a couple hours of the day and I'll take that any day over what it was! One of my favorite things to do has been to write in my pregnancy journal that my mom got me. This baby kicks all day long. I felt the first kick at 15 weeks and my doctor was surprised I felt it so early. Sean started feeling the baby kick by about 18 weeks. Sometimes I feel it alternating legs. I'm just glad it's having so much fun in there bouncing on my bladder! We can't wait to find out what this baby is! I'm 99% convinced I know what it is. We will see if I'm right soon. I could die of anticipation!


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