Last night I had an entire dream set in NYC, narrated by and in the blog style of (NO) sex and the city. Choppy sentences, random people, and I think there may have even been a Bachelorette recap in there somewhere.
Anyone out there feel like interpreting that one for me*?
*(If your answer is I read too many blogs, you're probably right)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Crib Sleeper
No, he is not sleeping through the night yet, thanks for asking. (Although his Dr. thinks giving him prevacid is going to help him sleep longer at night than he has been. Fingers crossed.)
He still sleeps in a bassinet in our room for now, but he naps in his here during the day. These are photos of his very first time sleeping in his crib, he looked so tiny in there!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Fire Training
These are a few weeks old, but they sort of goes along with this post. Also: really cute.
(I would like to note that photos like this do not come without consequence....such as poop in my fire helmet. Which I needed to wear a few days later. thanks, dude.)
On May 2 we had a big fire training at an old house next to where we live. The house had been donated by the family who had moved out a while back. Since early spring we had been training inside the house.
Training included smoking the house up, breaching walls, and emergency rappelling off a balcony
This is Mindi and Annalee, my two female firefighting partners in crime
On the Burn Day training, smaller fires were lit inside the house. We had to go in as teams to practice live fire detection and extinguishment.
Once we were done with the training part, we lit the entire house on fire and watched it burn to the ground. Sound boring? It totally wasn't!
It didn't take long...
Oh, and the baby? He just hung out in the engine, content as could be! (we did have some very willing and helpful firefighters wives tending to his every need :)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
8 weeks!
I know its totally cliche, but WOW I cant believe it has been 8 weeks already! Time is flying by, and we are trying to enjoy every second of it.
Boston decided to really learn how to work and use his lungs starting about 6 1/2 weeks. My mom and I took Ashley to St. George for a girls (plus baby) weekend of shopping and hanging out for her graduation. We had a ton of fun, but Boston was pretty fussy, especially at night. I chalked it up to disruption of his schedule/surroundings and hoped for better once we got home.
"Better" has been about 2 weeks coming now! He stayed fussy, sometimes crying most of the night or day, with very few things to calm him down. We though it is colic, so we had been trying all sorts of things to help his tummy. Gripe water seemed to work for a few days, but then not so much. Our doctor recommended a very small dose of sugar water occasionally, which actually did help him calm down enough to sleep the few times we tried it. Putting him in his carseat and letting him hang out on the dryer while it ran also worked pretty well.
We went to the doctor today for his 2 month checkup. He rang in at 10 lbs 9 oz and 22 inches long. His doctor is fairly certain all his crying may be due to acid reflux. We noticed the last couple days that he was spitting up more and getting very upset after eating. He is now on prevacid which should hopefully help things. He was an absolute trooper for his shots, he only cried during the needle stick and was happy as a clam by the time the bandaid was on. He is currently sleeping and has been for most of the day. Poor little guy :)
Other than that, we are just having fun playing, cuddling, and enjoying every bit of him! He started smiling about 2 weeks ago, it is darling. I have yet to catch a photo of one (they are still a little sporatic) but I will definitely keep trying. He loves his bath time, loves to look around (he has been holding his head up since around 5 weeks and does not like to be held laying down unless he is going to sleep. He wants to always be looking around, its a lot of fun.)
I try to take photos of him as often as I can. He is changing so much every day! He has finally started to chunk out, he has some nice rolls forming on his arms and legs, and he is about to burst out of his newborn sized diapers. (we WILL finish that package though, dangit!)
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Boston's First Photo Shoot
(This post is a little out of order, but oh well. enjoy anyway)
Poor kid, he better get used to the sound of a shutter! He wasn't even 24 hours old before he had his first mini photo shoot, right there in the hospital room.
All packed up and ready to go home!
Monday, April 27, 2009
One Week Old
Dear Boston,
You turned one week old last Friday. I would have written this then, but you have given your sleep-deprived mama and daddy an exciting week! Even though it has been an adjustment, we love everything about you. From your thick dark hair to your curly little toes, we love sitting and watching and marveling at you. You have had lots of visitors this week. So many friends and family have stopped by to see you and help us out.
We were sure you were going to be a big baby. (hello, have you seen your daddy?) When you were a tiny 6 pounds, we had to send grandma to the store to buy a new outfit to bring you home in! The newborn size we bought was way too big, you ended up in premie clothing. We had to go buy more clothes for you because nothing we bought was going to fit for a few weeks.
Because you decided to arrive a few weeks early, you had a little bit of jaundice. Your doctor decided to put you on Bili lights when you were 3 days old. You weren't a fan at first, but you quickly got used to it and slept like a champ every time we put you in there. As long as you were dry and fed, no problems! I think it was a lot harder for us to put you in than it was for you to be in there. You ended up needing to stay in all week, and we are now so excited to hold and cuddle with you anytime we want. (Even though you made an adorable little glow worm)
(you were also a very brave little boy when you had to get your heels pricked over and over.)
You have given your mama quite the time with breastfeeding. You fought and fought with me all week, and FINALLY started to get it on your one week birthday. Once you got it, you were all, hey, no big! Check me out, breastfeeding and all!
I tried to tell you all week it wasn't hard. Is this the early showings of a stubborn streak, perhaps?
Little Miss Mollie has had to adjust having you home too. She growled at you when we walked in the door. She moped for a few days. She seemed just as frustrated as we were when you screamed your way through an hour and a half feeding at 4 am. She is doing much better now, and I'm sure you two will become fast friends once you get a little bigger. For now, we are concentrating on not allowing her to eat your face when you have a little lunch leftover on your chin.
Aunt Sammy and I broke the bili lights rule and took you out to take some photos of you at 5 days old. You behaved perfectly, allowing us to squish you into all sorts of positions. You stayed asleep through the whole thing! I hope this is a trend, cuz mama has some big plans for this week. You need some photos with our fire gear, and I ordered a sweet little hat in the same green that seems to represent YOU all over the house. Plan on having a camera lens in your face for a good portion of your life, baby.
One of my favorite things about you so far is your Warning Squawk. Before you cry, you send out an ear-piercing, shrill, baby-bird squawk. You might do it once, you might do it twice, but it always means that something needs to be fixed or else you will cry. Overall you are a very happy baby and even your cry usually is very mild, so we don't mind much. It sure is adorable though.
We love you, baby. We love getting to know you. We love everything about you. Happy first week, we can't wait for the rest!
Love,
Mama
You turned one week old last Friday. I would have written this then, but you have given your sleep-deprived mama and daddy an exciting week! Even though it has been an adjustment, we love everything about you. From your thick dark hair to your curly little toes, we love sitting and watching and marveling at you. You have had lots of visitors this week. So many friends and family have stopped by to see you and help us out.
We were sure you were going to be a big baby. (hello, have you seen your daddy?) When you were a tiny 6 pounds, we had to send grandma to the store to buy a new outfit to bring you home in! The newborn size we bought was way too big, you ended up in premie clothing. We had to go buy more clothes for you because nothing we bought was going to fit for a few weeks.
Because you decided to arrive a few weeks early, you had a little bit of jaundice. Your doctor decided to put you on Bili lights when you were 3 days old. You weren't a fan at first, but you quickly got used to it and slept like a champ every time we put you in there. As long as you were dry and fed, no problems! I think it was a lot harder for us to put you in than it was for you to be in there. You ended up needing to stay in all week, and we are now so excited to hold and cuddle with you anytime we want. (Even though you made an adorable little glow worm)
(you were also a very brave little boy when you had to get your heels pricked over and over.)
You have given your mama quite the time with breastfeeding. You fought and fought with me all week, and FINALLY started to get it on your one week birthday. Once you got it, you were all, hey, no big! Check me out, breastfeeding and all!
I tried to tell you all week it wasn't hard. Is this the early showings of a stubborn streak, perhaps?
Little Miss Mollie has had to adjust having you home too. She growled at you when we walked in the door. She moped for a few days. She seemed just as frustrated as we were when you screamed your way through an hour and a half feeding at 4 am. She is doing much better now, and I'm sure you two will become fast friends once you get a little bigger. For now, we are concentrating on not allowing her to eat your face when you have a little lunch leftover on your chin.
Aunt Sammy and I broke the bili lights rule and took you out to take some photos of you at 5 days old. You behaved perfectly, allowing us to squish you into all sorts of positions. You stayed asleep through the whole thing! I hope this is a trend, cuz mama has some big plans for this week. You need some photos with our fire gear, and I ordered a sweet little hat in the same green that seems to represent YOU all over the house. Plan on having a camera lens in your face for a good portion of your life, baby.
One of my favorite things about you so far is your Warning Squawk. Before you cry, you send out an ear-piercing, shrill, baby-bird squawk. You might do it once, you might do it twice, but it always means that something needs to be fixed or else you will cry. Overall you are a very happy baby and even your cry usually is very mild, so we don't mind much. It sure is adorable though.
We love you, baby. We love getting to know you. We love everything about you. Happy first week, we can't wait for the rest!
Love,
Mama
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Happy Birth Day
Last Thursday night I was sitting at Anne's looking through her ever-expanding collection of Every Day Food Magazine. After an impromptu deep freezer purchase, we had decided to make a bunch of freezer meals to use after I had the baby, and just throughout the upcoming weeks. I had felt great all day, but I had an instant feeling of nausea. It came on really suddenly and I ended up going home about 10 minutes later because I felt so sick.
Once I got home, I was still really sick and started throwing up. I threw up a few times, tried to eat a few things to settle my stomach, and threw up more. We decided to just go to bed and hope that I felt better in the morning.
I didn't sleep well from about 11:30 till 2 am. I was awake enough to know that I didn't feel good and that I was having contractions, but I was too sleepy to get up or do anything. (plus, I had been having pretty strong contractions for a good week so that part didn't really phase me.)
At about 2 am I decided to get up and walk around a little. I went out to the living room, walked around, facebooked, read blogs....you name it. The contractions seemed to be more frequent than what I was used to, so I decided to start timing them. I found a cool contraction timer online and sat on the couch timing them for about an hour and a half. They were about 3 minutes apart.
At 4 am I decided to go wake Jason up to time the contractions with me. I walked around for another hour and by this point the contractions were 1-2 minutes apart and stronger. We decided to go to the hospital to get checked. I showered, Jason packed bags (despite all of your awesome advice, I had yet to pack a single thing...) and we were on our way!
We got to the hospital about 6 am. After visiting with my dad in the ER for a few minutes, we made our way up to L&D. they checked me and said I was dilated to a 3 and 90% effaced. (I was dilated to a 3 and 80% effaced on Tues at my doctors appointment.) They said they would watch me for an hour and if I made any more progress they would admit me.
They checked me again at 7:15 and said I had made a little progress. I was now a 3+ and still 90% effaced. They called my doctor who said to go ahead and admit me (woot!)
After checking in, we called and started letting people know where we were. Jason's parents (along with his brother and family, who just happened to be in town from South Carolina) started the drive up from St. George, with strict instructions that the baby MUST wait until they arrived around noon.
Lots of family and a few close friends hung out with us all day in the hospital.
They hung out. They ate. I ate popcicles and drank water.
Anne showed up with these aahhhhhhmazing donuts from Beyond Glaze. I got to look at them, and know they were just as tasty as they looked. (and eventually got to eat one many hours later)
I texted, blogged, facebooked, and really just tried to pass the time!
I had 2 nurses in L&D. One was awesome, fun, helpful and overall a great nurse. The other was from a hospital in Richfield. Apparently they don't get much OB action in Richfield, so their nurses come here to brush up on their skills. The trainee girl I got was horrible!! She gave me possibly the worst IV ever (Jason and I had to actually talk her through how to hook it up and draw my blood. Seriously?!) Then, I was given Penicillin because my strep-B test hasn't come back from the doctor a few days before. The Good Nurse warned me it stings a little in the IV, so they kept the dose pretty low. The Incompetent Nurse came in a little later and didn't know how to adjust the dosage and ended up opening the line up ALL THE WAY. I had searing pain shooting up my arm, it was like battery acid flowing through my veins. I yelled that she needed to turn it down, which she finally did once she figured out how. GAH!
By 9:30 I still had not made any more progress and the contractions had started to die down a lot. The doctor said I couldn't have an epidural until I hit a 4 and threatened to send me home if I didn't make progress sometime soon. (um yeah, I was SO NOT going home at this point.) I asked to be unhooked so I could walk around a little. By "walk around" I actually meant that once all hospital staff was out of my room, I jogged in place, did lunges, and stair-stepped on the back of my hospital bed for a good hour. It started the contractions up a little, but they still weren't as strong as they had been that morning...but it was okay!! The doctor checked again and I was now dilated to a 4 and ready for an epidural, yay!
The epidural was not near as bad as I thought it would be. A little sting from the local anesthetic, a tiny bit of pressure and cold, and done! I could still move my legs (this becomes a key point in the story later) but I had no contraction pain and generally felt great.
I was dilated to a 4 for.ev.ver.
forever.
really really long time.
no progress made.
2 hours later? yup, still a 4.
2 hours after that. 4. still. no. changes.
They ended up breaking my water around 1:15. The only I will say about my catheter is that Incompetent Nurse did it and was really, well, incompetent about the whole thing. And it hurt later when my epidural wore off.
Yeah, it wore off. Remember how I could move my legs the entire time? Apparently that can either mean The Perfect Epidural or, 'oh wait its not in right and we have to do it again.' Mine was obviously the latter. I started feeling everything below my hip bones (still numb to contractions though. Thank goodness for small miracles) so they called a second anesthetist in to re-do the epi. He did a great job and ten minutes later I couldn't have wiggled my pinkie toe if you paid me.
Oh, and during all this? Yeah, still a 4.
FINALLY around 4:20 they gave me Pitocin to hurry things along, and hurry they did. I went from a 4 to an 8 in 20 minutes! After that it was smooth sailing. I was a 10 at 6:30. the doctor wanted me to rest at a 10 for thirty minutes and said I could start pushing at 7.
The nurse came in and had me start pushing with each contraction. She told me to rest in between because it usually take an hour or two for a first time mom. After about 2 pushes there was no way I could do that for 2 hours, so Boston and I decided we were going to do things a little quicker. 10 minutes later he was ready to say hello, so the nurse went to get to doctor.
Oh, wait. He went home. So, stop pushing till he gets back, k?
I wanted to kill the nurse. And the doctor. WHO GOES HOME?! Also, about not pushing? Not possible. It's just not. It took him a few minutes to get back but we soon saw him sprinting into the building. Once he got to my room it was like a pit crew at a Nascar race. GOWN! HAT! GLOVES! BED! GO!
About 30 seconds later, the best thing that ever happened to Jason and I arrived!!!
He was a little early so they had to check his lungs and everything before I could see him. Everything checked out great, he was a healthy 6 lbs 9 oz and 18 inches long.
I absolutely love this photo...the proud daddy!
Once I got home, I was still really sick and started throwing up. I threw up a few times, tried to eat a few things to settle my stomach, and threw up more. We decided to just go to bed and hope that I felt better in the morning.
I didn't sleep well from about 11:30 till 2 am. I was awake enough to know that I didn't feel good and that I was having contractions, but I was too sleepy to get up or do anything. (plus, I had been having pretty strong contractions for a good week so that part didn't really phase me.)
At about 2 am I decided to get up and walk around a little. I went out to the living room, walked around, facebooked, read blogs....you name it. The contractions seemed to be more frequent than what I was used to, so I decided to start timing them. I found a cool contraction timer online and sat on the couch timing them for about an hour and a half. They were about 3 minutes apart.
At 4 am I decided to go wake Jason up to time the contractions with me. I walked around for another hour and by this point the contractions were 1-2 minutes apart and stronger. We decided to go to the hospital to get checked. I showered, Jason packed bags (despite all of your awesome advice, I had yet to pack a single thing...) and we were on our way!
We got to the hospital about 6 am. After visiting with my dad in the ER for a few minutes, we made our way up to L&D. they checked me and said I was dilated to a 3 and 90% effaced. (I was dilated to a 3 and 80% effaced on Tues at my doctors appointment.) They said they would watch me for an hour and if I made any more progress they would admit me.
They checked me again at 7:15 and said I had made a little progress. I was now a 3+ and still 90% effaced. They called my doctor who said to go ahead and admit me (woot!)
After checking in, we called and started letting people know where we were. Jason's parents (along with his brother and family, who just happened to be in town from South Carolina) started the drive up from St. George, with strict instructions that the baby MUST wait until they arrived around noon.Lots of family and a few close friends hung out with us all day in the hospital.
They hung out. They ate. I ate popcicles and drank water.
Anne showed up with these aahhhhhhmazing donuts from Beyond Glaze. I got to look at them, and know they were just as tasty as they looked. (and eventually got to eat one many hours later)
I texted, blogged, facebooked, and really just tried to pass the time!
I had 2 nurses in L&D. One was awesome, fun, helpful and overall a great nurse. The other was from a hospital in Richfield. Apparently they don't get much OB action in Richfield, so their nurses come here to brush up on their skills. The trainee girl I got was horrible!! She gave me possibly the worst IV ever (Jason and I had to actually talk her through how to hook it up and draw my blood. Seriously?!) Then, I was given Penicillin because my strep-B test hasn't come back from the doctor a few days before. The Good Nurse warned me it stings a little in the IV, so they kept the dose pretty low. The Incompetent Nurse came in a little later and didn't know how to adjust the dosage and ended up opening the line up ALL THE WAY. I had searing pain shooting up my arm, it was like battery acid flowing through my veins. I yelled that she needed to turn it down, which she finally did once she figured out how. GAH!
By 9:30 I still had not made any more progress and the contractions had started to die down a lot. The doctor said I couldn't have an epidural until I hit a 4 and threatened to send me home if I didn't make progress sometime soon. (um yeah, I was SO NOT going home at this point.) I asked to be unhooked so I could walk around a little. By "walk around" I actually meant that once all hospital staff was out of my room, I jogged in place, did lunges, and stair-stepped on the back of my hospital bed for a good hour. It started the contractions up a little, but they still weren't as strong as they had been that morning...but it was okay!! The doctor checked again and I was now dilated to a 4 and ready for an epidural, yay!
The epidural was not near as bad as I thought it would be. A little sting from the local anesthetic, a tiny bit of pressure and cold, and done! I could still move my legs (this becomes a key point in the story later) but I had no contraction pain and generally felt great.
I was dilated to a 4 for.ev.ver.
forever.
really really long time.
no progress made.
2 hours later? yup, still a 4.
2 hours after that. 4. still. no. changes.
They ended up breaking my water around 1:15. The only I will say about my catheter is that Incompetent Nurse did it and was really, well, incompetent about the whole thing. And it hurt later when my epidural wore off.
Yeah, it wore off. Remember how I could move my legs the entire time? Apparently that can either mean The Perfect Epidural or, 'oh wait its not in right and we have to do it again.' Mine was obviously the latter. I started feeling everything below my hip bones (still numb to contractions though. Thank goodness for small miracles) so they called a second anesthetist in to re-do the epi. He did a great job and ten minutes later I couldn't have wiggled my pinkie toe if you paid me.
Oh, and during all this? Yeah, still a 4.
FINALLY around 4:20 they gave me Pitocin to hurry things along, and hurry they did. I went from a 4 to an 8 in 20 minutes! After that it was smooth sailing. I was a 10 at 6:30. the doctor wanted me to rest at a 10 for thirty minutes and said I could start pushing at 7.
The nurse came in and had me start pushing with each contraction. She told me to rest in between because it usually take an hour or two for a first time mom. After about 2 pushes there was no way I could do that for 2 hours, so Boston and I decided we were going to do things a little quicker. 10 minutes later he was ready to say hello, so the nurse went to get to doctor.
Oh, wait. He went home. So, stop pushing till he gets back, k?
I wanted to kill the nurse. And the doctor. WHO GOES HOME?! Also, about not pushing? Not possible. It's just not. It took him a few minutes to get back but we soon saw him sprinting into the building. Once he got to my room it was like a pit crew at a Nascar race. GOWN! HAT! GLOVES! BED! GO!
About 30 seconds later, the best thing that ever happened to Jason and I arrived!!!
He was a little early so they had to check his lungs and everything before I could see him. Everything checked out great, he was a healthy 6 lbs 9 oz and 18 inches long.
I absolutely love this photo...the proud daddy!
Welcome to the world, baby Boston! We love you so much!!
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