Saturday, June 27, 2009

This is a picture of Judah sleeping on his lasted all of 10 minutes...sleeping this way is a huge struggle resulting in everyone in our home being over tired...which means I can get a little cranky and whiney. Not pretty people...not pretty at all.


I feel like we have turned the corner in the sleep department. (fingers crossed)
I had a particularly hard night last week (2 hrs of sleep is not enough) and decided that I would do whatever it took for us all to start getting some sleep. So now Judah sleeps on his tummy. He is a full blown tummy sleeper. He snuggles right in and puts himself to sleep...sometimes I have to pat his little back for a while but if he's tired (which he usually is) then with in a few minutes he is in dream land.

Currently we are visiting my bro and his fabulous family and our schedule has been sleeping at 7pm ish, waking at 10ish to eat, back to sleep until 4am, sleeps again from 5-7:30. A mid morning quick snooze (sometimes) and a nice long afternoon nap at around 1:00 (sometimes). Naps are a little trickier because we have been on the go.

Anyhow, I am so glad and I hope this all continues.

In other news...I enjoyed reading this article about Michael Jackson's passing. Thought I would share.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Yesterday I joined my friend Jen and her family at our church picnic. It was hotter than blazes but we sweated it out in style.

It is nice to have friends.

It is nice to make memories.

It is nice to dip your toes in a stream on a hot day.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

I love my dad.

I distinctly remember sitting at our front window of our home when I was a little girl, probably a toddler, and watching him get in his truck and leave for work. I would cry and cry and cry cause I missed him. When he went to work it was for weeks at a time. I remember sitting with my dad on the porch while he smoked when my little sis was suffering with asthma and he couldn't smoke in the house any more (he quit shortly after). I remember being carried in from the car pretending I was asleep so my dad would carry me to bed.
I remember my dad driving and picking me up from college and driving me home for visits. I remember every time I first saw my dad and also when I left to go back to where I'd been he would cry.
My dad still tells stories about when I was a little baby and he accidentally bopped me in the face with a baby doll he thought was soft while we were in church and how I bellered. He also tells the story of how I rolled off of the ottoman and fell on the floor and how terrible he felt about it. (I know, sounds like I'm lucky I survived my babyhood...)

Happy Father's Day Daddy. You are loved.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

I really enjoy the fact that Judah prefers me. He loves his mom and dad, sometimes Brandy. Everyone else his little lip goes out and he gets this look on his face like "I so do not know you!".
After handing hundreds of babies back to their moms over the years, I am enjoying being someone's #1. I of course want my son to have lots of people in his life who love him and who he loves, but for now I am enjoying this phase.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Lance and I had a nice walk through our neighborhood today. We found this great store that has everything you need for skating and jogging strollers and such. I think Lance actually drooled ;-) We headed to the Turnip Truck to get some probiotics and other such healthy stuff. And we both got library cards.
It was a lovely outing.
Plus I got to take a nap when we got home...Lance gave Judah his bath and got him ready for bed.
What a lovely day.

lovely lovely lovely!

And now I'm watching the Bachelorette. yay!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Birth Story...long...

So it's been just over 8 hopefully I haven't forgotten to much...although that thing that happens that gives a person "baby brain" definitely happened to me...and I'm not complaining! :)

Once upon a time...after a very very very long and horrid 9 months...on a lovely Easter Holiday....I was eating kielbasa sausage and enjoying the company of my neighbors Jeff and Hannah and miss Brandy who lives with us. I had made it to church long enough to teach my preschool class but had little energy for much else. Hannah did all the cooking while I sat at the table and watched. We had such a nice time celebrating Easter together.

After we had all stuffed ourselves adequately and everyone had eaten at least one deviled egg, we cleaned up and Jeff and Hannah headed home. I took the opportunity to lay on the I lay there I thought to myself "I feel funny...I wonder if I should just call Lance and tell him to come home today, even though he's coming home tomorrow morning..." and then convinced myself that I was just being weird and I would probably be overdue anyways so what would the point of that be.

Not 10 minutes later I felt the baby move, heard a little pop and wowser if my water didn't break. And then I made a break for the bathroom...cell phone in hand. That was the fastest I had moved in 9 months! I first called my doctor...well, the on call doctor that was Easter Sunday after all. She said that if my contractions got close to come in right away, otherwise I could wait 3 hrs or I called SWA scheduling...rather than call Lance who was probably flying anyways and even if he wasn't i didn't want to send him into a panic...I called scheduling and they made sure he was contacted first thing when he landed. Which was really only a few minutes after I called scheduling. So great that he was just finishing a leg and was easy to locate!

Next I called my sister...she had just spent a week in Texas and was driving home...lucky for me she was 18 miles from home when i called her! She raced the rest of the way home and between her and Brandy they helped me finish packing up my hospital bag.

At this point I was texting and facebooking folks letting them know what was going SIL Ashley texted me and asked if I was at the hospital yet...I called her up and told her I wanted to wait until Lance got home before going to the hospital...I believe her words were "What?! get to the hospital right now! you could be one of those girls who doesn't feel they are in labor and pops a baby out!" well, I took it to heart and us 4 girls (Amy had also arrived in town) headed to the car and found our way to the hospital.

They got me checked in (we had pre-registered so it was easy) and then put me in a wheel chair and off we went to my private labor and delivery room....for some odd reason they stopped me by this room and wanted to "test" to see if my water had broken...they pulled out this tiny strip of paper and were about to have me stand up when the nurse actually looked at me and said "nevermind, clearly your water has broken" well duh.

When we got to the room they hooked me up to all the monitors and come to find out...I was one of those girls who didn't feel they were in labor...apparently my contractions were 3 minutes apart but I couldn't feel them...well after a whole painful debacle where they tried to get an IV into the back of my right hand unsuccessfully and extremely painfully (worse then my labor folks, ouch!) they finally got me settled and a nurse came to check me (my sister about came undone at this and see how I was progressing. While my water was broken and I was contracting I was only at a 1. So pretty much that meant I had some laboring ahead of me.

They hooked me into the petosin and the waiting began. About an hour after I got to the hospital Lance arrived. The girls took off at that point. The nurse checked me again and still no progress. At this point I asked my nurse how long did I have to wait until I got an epidural. The petosin was making me finally feel the contractions and I was so not looking forward to how long it was going to take to dilate. She said I had to have a certain amount of fluids in me and that would probably only take another half hour and then I could get it at any point. I told her to call the anesthesiologist and have them ready! I am not a fan of pain.

While we were waiting Lance and the nurse started talking about money, retirement and financial planning. I thought I was going to go nuts if I had to listen to any more. Luckily they stopped. Seriously not the time.

They got me going with the epidural and that began the long night of waiting. They would come and check me every so often and I was slowly progressing. I slept a while...lost complete feeling in the bottom half of my body and watched as my left leg moved with out me telling it to..freaky friday I did not like that. The sensation of no feeling in my legs but my brain having a memory of their last position was so odd. I felt like I was laying flat but my legs were not...whatever, at least I wasn't in pain.

At one point Lance started singing some Madonna song (he had his ipod in while he slept I guess)...I took this to mean he was awake....singing along to madonna makes me think that. So I started talking to him...I was quite bored and couldn't sleep any longer. Apparently singing along to Madonna is not a sign of being awake...but to late, I was talking and Lance got to listen and be awake for it.

Eventually they came in and I finally progressed to a good point, they had me sitting up so gravity could also do it's part in the process...I ended up pushing for about 2 hrs...every contraction I pushed while Lance counted to 10 3x. I couldn't use my hand that had been hurt with the bad IV placement, and every time my blood pressure was taken my hand felt like it would fall off...I guess it was a good distraction from the other things going on...silver lining right? yeah. At one point I remember smacking Lance and telling him he was counting to slow. I threw up a few times which was a joy. Someone told me that the only cure for nausea and vomiting was true, right up until the very end.

Finally the pushing paid off...the nurse called the doc, 10 minutes later baby made his first appearance. 11:28 am
9lb 13oz
21 1/2" length
15" head


I believe the first thing I said was "I'm so glad I'm not pregnant any more!" lol. seriously so glad.

Lance cut the cord. They cleaned Judah's alert yelling little self off a little and put him on my chest right away. He stopped crying the second he was in my arms. That felt good.

I couldn't stop touching him all over, he was so perfect. They took him after a moment to a little station set up in the room and cleaned him off better, they did a few other things too and Lance took pictures. The doc was busy putting me back together and it all happened so fast. Before I knew it I was holding Judah again and it was just Lance and I there. The next hour was euphoric. Bonding with my son.

And then...pain. So much pain. The nurse brought me pain meds but dang o rama that was pain like I'd never known. I am now a huge fan of percoset. While I waited for that to kick in Lance and Judah had some good bonding time.

What a day!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

shot through the heart

I knew I was nervous for my sons first shots...I just didn't realize how emotional it would be for me to see him getting his shots. Lance held him on the table and the nurse did her thing and I stood there with my hands clenched and tears in my eyes...I scooped him up right away and nursed him which seemed to help him calm down a ton.

I do not like seeing my child in pain. It is one thing for an accident to happen and a little pain inflicted, it is another to hold him down while someone hurts him on purpose. dang I felt bad. I know he needs his shots and that they are keeping him from worse things than a little needle but man oh man...not easy.

It made me think of this song...
I know there are harder more painful things in life than shots...I guess I have to start giving Judah to the Lord right away for even the little things so that when bigger things come along I am good at trusting him into the care of a loving heavenly father.

Prayers for this Child
Sara Groves

I do not know how I am to pray for this child
as a mother I don't want my baby denied
but in the waiting in the waiting
I learned

every instinct in me wants to shield him from pain
take the arrows of misery heartache and blame
but in the sorrow in the sorrow
I learned to hold on

I only have two eyes - be all seeing
I only have two hands - be everywhere
I do not know enough - to be all knowing
I give this baby up into your care

I do not know how, how to pray for this child
I want to guard her from everything wicked and wild
but in the trial in the trial
I learned to hold on
And in the trial, in the trial
I learned to hold on to the heart of God

Monday, June 08, 2009

My dearest friend Kristen got married this weekend. She was a lovely bride and I had so much fun seeing people we have in common. Such a delight.

Lance was a trooper watching Judah for me while I did my thing. One of the other bridesmaids also had a newborn. Her husband was also along for the ride. Poor guys. I got some great pictures of them doing daddy duty.

As much fun as I had I was glad to wake up at home today. I was feeling some horrible mommy guilt for how much I was dragging Judah around when he was clearly tired and over stimulated. He lived of course but he let us know when he wasn't happy.

It was a big weekend for all of us.

Happy Honeymooning to my girl! Thanks for including us in such a special time!

(our friend Becca took the really nice pics i'm posting...)


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