Things 1 and 2

Here we have the loves of my life...arms loving wrapped around each other amid a pile of dipes fresh from the line.  LoL!  I have a feeling I should enjoy these moments while they last.  I am an only child, but I grew up around enough kids with siblings to know that things are not always as such!  For the time being, however, I will revel in the moments when my oldest son randomly wraps his arms around his brother...or when the little one stares at the bigger in admiration.  All too soon they will be chasing each other around and Luke will be whining about how Daniel is always in his way.  Kids.

And I'm seriously wanting them to go as Thing 1 and Thing 2 for Halloween this year. Too cute!

Playing Catch...Up.

YAY!  Hubs has Daniel and I have some free time!

Today's topic...PPD and how I hate it.

LoL!
I had it bad with Luke and would have this time too if Landon had not stepped in.  My anxiety was sooo bad around week 6 that I seriously considered meds.  I just couldnt take it any more!  I didnt even know what I was anxious about.  I felt all shaky inside and just...out of it.  LOTS of praying later, here I am happier and more on fire for the Lord than ever!  Come to find out it was just a nice case of exhaustion!  I tend to think I'm super mom.  Not so much.  One person can only do so much, and I'm learning to turn the rest of it over to God.  It's His job to worry, not mine!  My job is to love on and care for these babies He has given me!

We went to Wal-mart today and got Daniel and Bumbo.  So far he LOVES it...but has only been in it once.  He loves to be able to look at everything...and thinks he can walk.  Last night he was even rotating in little baby  circles where he was laying.  Not much longer!  He also laughed for the first time last night after his bath!  He was super splashy and Landon had video taped his bath...he JUST put it up when Daniel squealed and giggled a big ole belly laugh!  I almost cried!  It was such a beautiful sound!  Of course we HAD to grab the camera...but all we got were little giggles after that.  STILL!  It was great!

Tonight I am going to a friends house who is destashing her cloth diapers to make room for some new (she is pregnant again!).  I'm so excited!  Landon has pretty much turned me loose to get what ever I want.  When we found out we were pregnant she gave us a few when she learned we were using cloth so we KNOW she takes great care of her dipes and will cut us a deal.  She's my only friend near by who uses cloth so we get together when we can. 


Luke's first T-ball game was Sunday and he did AMAZING!  He actually hit 2 pitches (they pitch 3 balls and then grab the Tee if the kids need it), Fouled one, and fielded a ball to first base.  I was so proud, and he had a ton of fun!  It's great to see him getting out and doing stuff with other kids.  I love it!  He's been so great with Daniel too.  He's always happy to lay and talk to Daniel when he starts fussing if I'm not fast enough for him.  LoL!

We also got the garden in last night.  Punkins, cantaloup, watermelon, 2 rows of squash, 6 tomato plants, herbs, 2 rows of beets, and 7-8 rows of green beans.  I'm hoping to make the majority of Daniel's baby food from what we grow.  Save money and I KNOW what is in it!  What I dont grow I plan on just running what ever we are eating that meal through a food processor for him.  No need for jars in our house!  LoL!

Well, I think that catches us all up.  LoL!  Thanks for taking the time to read all that. 

Dipes on the Line

FINALLY! Our clothes line is done! It has, obviously, been a crazy 3 months. I wish I could blog as much as I did when I was pregnant, but I rarely get on anymore. Daniel is doing great and growing like a weed. He is 12 weeks old and has gained 4 pounds. Luke is a wonderful big brother! Daniel loves him so much too!

We are currently working on putting in the garden, but the dipes on the line have by far been the best part of summer so far. Daniel loves being outside so he goes out with me and lays in the shade while I play with clothes. LoL! We also bought a family membership to the zoo so we can take the boys whenever now. SO excited for that too!

Please pray for Landon and I as we are in the process of taking over the youth group at our church. The church has a history of poor attendance to both services and the youth groups...I would like to get more area kids involved and hope to pull thier parents into church by their attendance. Tomorrow we are also dedicating Daniel, that's always something to pray about!

I hope you are all doing well!

Life is Good

Sweet little man is snoozing on my chest, the bigger one is off spending the night with his dad...The house is quite except for K-LOVE playing...it's a rather nice evening.  The house is a mess, but I dont care anymore.  Things are quite good...life is good.

Daniel is 5 weeks old today and growing like a weed.  Last night we had to bust out the 0-3month clothes.  It was hard.  He doest feel so itty bitty in this size, but man, does he ever still look it.  He is also starting to get into some of the small dipes too.  I noticed the last few weeks that the xs ones are starting to get a little snug. 
He has such a wonderful personality.  The only time he really cries is when he's tired, wet, or hungry...just meet his basic needs and your good!  He has already named my boobs too!  Luke always called them "Um Buh"...Not sure why...MY BOOB perhaps?  Daniel calls them La.  Yes, just la.  He cries it when he's hungry.  If you try to give him one any other time he just spits it out.  Silly kid.  Much to my displeasure we have been giving him a pacifier on those times when he's really tired and just wants to suck to sleep.  Surprisingly he wont nurse sometimes when he wants to suck on something, but he will take the pacy.  GAG.  I cried last night cause he wouldnt nurse but was all over that dumb piece of plastic.  He still nurses like a champ every 1-2 hours so Im not too concerned.  Last night he only woke up about twice, but he nursed nearly every hour once he was up.

Luke is really starting to get into the big brother thing more.  He loves watching Daniel's baths and likes to play with him to calm him.  He's a huge help!  He's great at entertaining Daniel while he's having "big boy time" on the floor alone.  He's also gotten much better with his manners and getting ready in the morning.  He doesnt dawdle QUITE as bad as he used to, and we havent added to the quarter jar but once since Daniel came home. 

Landon and I are settling into our new routines pretty well.  He helps me out a TON around the house...as in I do very little.  Its wonderful to be able to just sit and enjoy Daniel...and when I need a break he's usually there to trade jobs for a bit :)  Just a few more weeks and he graduates from college so he's been pretty busy lately. 

It's been a long road to this point, but life is pretty good right now.   After the hard road I've had the last some odd years it feels good to be able to just relax a little.  Soon the weather will get nicer and I can get back out with my mower and loose this baby weight...and we can get the garden in too!  I  cant wait!

One Year Ago Today

I sit typing this with a little man curled up on my chest, his head on my shoulder.  He's been asleep for a few hours, waking only to nurse.  He's my life right now.  I may have more children, but right now HE needs me...and so I need him.  Even in the bliss of our afternoon, I cant help but think of another...

As of 9:30 tonight it will have been one year since we lost Vanessa.  I will never forget the moment I KNEW.  I never cramped through the whole pregnancy despite bleeding.  Suddenly, I felt a stabbing pain...and I knew.  Luke was getting ready for bed and Landon was at the computer.  I was sitting on the couch.  I just looked at him and said, "She's gone."  We went to the doctor the next day and the doctor confirmed it...another I'll never forget.  I cant believe it has been a year already.  So much has happened.  We've fought, made up, got married, got pregnant, changed jobs a few times, and learned so much about life and each other.  Now we are loving on the little angel that God has sent in her place.  I'm so thankful for our rainbow...he truly brings us a new sense of hope and joy....but today is, and always will be, HER day.

I love you, my Vanessa.  Some day we will be together again...and you can prove to everyone I was right...and I can hold you in my arms...finally.  For now, your brother will do.  At least I dont feel quite so empty any more.

Birth of a Rainbow Part 2

Ok, So when I left you we were about to get our epidural.  The nurse came in to check me and I felt a gush.  "Um, not 100% sure, but I THINK my water just broke."  Sure enough.  Then I hear, "Wow you have a LOT of T cells."  At least I THINK that's what she said.  I was completely unsure as to what she was reffering to so I just shrugged.  "No, I mean a LOT."  I ask what that means and my baby who was SUPPOSEDLY early had pooed in me.  Lovely.  She reassured me that all was fine as long as he didnt try to breath in there.  Lovely.  He always had the hiccups so I KNEW he was working hard to learn.  She leaves and comes back with another nurse.  From their talking I find out that the night nurse had been seeing this, literal, crap in my discharge when I peed since 2 am and never told me, never told the nurses at the shift change.  She did, however, have the sense to right it in the report.  They were alert to the issue, but not too worried so I didnt worry too much.  Nothing I could do anyway.

The doctor with the long name who does the drugs (I have no spell check right now.  loL) came in and got me ready for the epidural.  I was LOVING this man....at first.  By the time he came in I was finally hurting.  I was relying pretty heavily on Landon with each contraction.  They were aweful, but not registering on the monitor.  I sat up and doc promised that if I was having a contraction he would stop.  Wonderful.  I sat over and arched my back, all that jazz...and then he went at me with the tube part over and over again.  He would stop with each contration, but it was NOT going in for anything.  My MIL was actually getting upset with the guy.  LoL!  He kept asking me to tell him if I could feel anything and it was always in my right side just above my hip.  He must have been hitting a nerve cause even after I got home I was feeling pain and weakness there.  He pulled everything out and tried up higher.  I had to laugh to myself a little...I had 3 holes to go with my 3 kids.  LoL!  My blood pressure was  highest at this point though.  We really didnt think he was going to be able to get it in.  I finally had him stop and I pulled Landon in front of me, had him kneel just a bit, and then draped myself over him to get more of an arch in my back...that did it.  Before they had me lean over a table or a nurse like that, but this guy had been happy to just have me arch.  Well, it didnt work.  He was great through the whole thing though.  I cried during this part...just so scared and frustrated...in so much pain.  He was very calm and talked me through everything he did and told me what was going on. 

Once the epidural was in things were much smoother...and faster.  Doctor H came in around 7 to check on me and then said he was in surgery for the morning but would check on me later.  Lucky for him I didnt go faster.  By about 9 am the epidural was wearing off and by about 9:30am they had the guy in to readminister the good stuff.  During this time I was in serious pain again.  It was different though.  I had never experienced it and kept telling the nurses I was going to have to start pushing soon.  "Not yet, almost".  Grrr!  THey had run a catheter earlier and FILLED the container they were draining me into...apparently this time it was "#2" that was causing my trouble.  Not much to do about that so I just put up with the pressure.  It felt like I was splitting in two down there.  Doctor H came out of surgery about a quarter to 10 and checked me.  I had just a rim left but said he had delivered me before, I could push past it.  That's right...now let me do some work and get this baby out!  I pushed twice and suddenly they were scrambling all over.  He yelled at me to pant and jacked the bed up into the air.  I'm doing my best to not push or scream, but I really couldnt help it.  He told me with each scream it was releashing energy in the wrong place.  I was REALLY trying NOT to, but it was more of an involentary thing.  I was silent with Luke, but I was feeling EVERYTHING with Daniel.  Each push ended with a last release that came from my vocal chords.  I told the doctor, still not pushing at this point, that I could feel the baby slipping out.  He turned and said, "Ok, GO!"  I pushed...once, twice....and there was my son.  My screaming, bloody, TINY, son.  I balwed.  I kept saying, "Oh, my God, I have two of those now!"  He was out, he healthy, he wasnt crying-YET, and he was beautiful.  The nurses suctioned him out real good and he started crying...and my tears came with him.  Landon was crying, I was crying.  LoL!  It was one of those awesome moments.  I never got that with Luke at all.  I felt so detached from the whole thing with him, but with Daniel it was different.

I made some small talk with the doctor while he was stichting me up.  I like to know the damage done.  No episiotomy, no tearing.  He said I DID tear my urethra and had some small labial lacerations, but nothing too bad.  They cleaned Daniel, lowered the lights, and everyone left but the nurse holding my son.  She undid the sides of my gown and handed me the tiniest thing I have ever held in my life.  I took him with tears in my eyes and just looked at him.  I asked if I could nurse him and she said of course.  He latched on and we laid there for 50 minutes just soaking into each other.  He was so warm!  The lactation consultant came in...waste of her time...and tried to tell me how to breast feed.  Obviously I was fine, but she's...well...different.  I took her with a grain of salt and repostioned him after she left to how we were before and he went back to nursing.  He wasnt too fond of her either.  LoL.

Recovery was much easier this time.  I had a lot of pain in my back and that right hip from the epidural...I was pretty weak in general, but other than that I was fine.  My "lady bits" didnt really start hurting until about a week later at home, and even then it just an irrtating feeling.  NOt really pain.  No pitocin, no episiotomy, no vaccum, no forceps.  I delivered him on my own.  Yes, my vagina felt like a burning ring of fire, but now it's just a distant memory...and I'm thankful for the pain meds I DID have.  I had prayed at first for a labor and delivery just like the one I had, but then decided that a more wise prayer would be to pray for the strength to deal with and handle whatever type God gave me...and he gave me the desire of my heart.

In 8 days we will be upon the one year anniversary of the death of my daughter, but without her death I would not have the precious baby boy I hold in my arms.  Say a prayer for us in the next few weeks...and help us to keep her alive as we celebrate the new little one in our lifes.

The birth of a Rainbow Prt 1

Monday the 14th I went to the doctor for a routine check, not expecting much news, but I was hopeful.  The verdict was 1 1/2 cm with the option to be induced on the 21st.  I took it.  Went home.

The cramping started off and on around noon, after I ate.  I was not surprised as the ONLY time I seemed to have contractions was after a cervical check.  They stopped after a few hours and I went about my day.  I contemplated going to Meijer's to finish up the grocery shopping...I really wanted strawberries and they had them on sale, but then I started cramping again after I ate supper.  I suddenly got this HUGE urge to vacuum the house, which I didnt do and later regretted, but suddenly I was able to actually time the contractions.  NEVER had I EVER been able to do that.  Not even while in labor with Luke.  I started texting my MIL who was going to be one of my support people in the delivery room to let her know what was going on.  It was around 6pm when suddenly there was some blood mixed in with every thing else going on "down there."  I called the hospital around 9pm and they said to lay down and see if they got better...call back in half an hour.  At this point they were about 10-12 minutes apart and NOTHING was making them better at all. 

I laid down on my left side and watched as the contractions got closer and closer.  At the end of my half hour they were 3 minutes apart.  The nurse told me to come on in....I really wasnt having any pain issues at this point at all.  We walked to the car...I joked all the way to the hospital about how we had left the car seat in the front room.  Duh.  I was admitted around 10:30pm and hooked up....and my contractions stopped.  Yeah.

I walked the halls, did the birthing ball, and still my contractions where random and not very strong.  At the same time, I was making cervical changes.  I found that just like at home my contractions got stronger if I laid down.  Thing started picking up once I ignored the nurse and laid down..."trying to get some sleep"  I said.  I was actually told that they were going to keep me till 7am when the doctor came in and let him decide.  I felt awful cause my  MIL had come all the way from Carey, Landon was up...ugh.  It would so be like me for this to be a false alarm.  They were really not planning on anything happening, but said if I had meds and an IV they would have to keep and deliver me.  Around 1am Things got a little rough.  Not too bad, but I didnt want it getting ahead of me.  I was about 3cm and decided we needed to do something to take the edge off to keep my blood pressure down.  Once it starts going up it's hard for me to get it back in check.  I was given Nubain with the promise that it shouldnt slow things down...it would just help with the pain.  All I can say about Nubain is that it's like drinking 2 bottles of wine by yourself.  I was looped, doped, and didnt care that I was in pain.  I was able to get a little sleep, and the next time they checked me I was PAST the magical number for my epidural.  It had SPED me up!  There is a lot to be said for relaxing while in labor!  I was about 6cm dilated when they came to do my epidural.

The rest will come later...up until this point I was still smiling, in a good mood.  I was so shocked.  NOTHING was the same from my labor with Luke.  I was in  pain, but it wasnt nearly all that bad.  I knew they were intense, but I had had worse with kidney stones and cysts.  I was JUST getting to the point to where I was in real pain when the anesthesiologist came in.  I know God had everything to do with this....the situation was so different from the first time...and I had my Landon by my side.