While I haven’t been as good at updating this, I have remembered to take the kids sunday line up picture every Sunday so far. So here is May so far 🙂
Can someone explain how we are almost half way through the year of 2015?
I know, I know, I have been absent from here for a few months now, but my new goal is to take a picture, every Sunday of my kids, so I can see them in their Sunday best and watch them as they grow, in their looks and in their personality. 🙂
Here is our first Sunday pictures. 🙂
Okay, so this was suppose to be posted yesterday, I know. However I have been blogging at night time, and my kids didn’t go to sleep until almost 11pm O_o. So here is our two months update. 🙂
Last week my sweet Ollie turn 2 months! He can hold his head up pretty well. He nurses awesomely. He sleeps well at night, with usually only one wake up to eat. He is in size 0-3 months clothes. He smiles ALL time when someone is giving him attention, but boy, does this little guy have some lungs on him! He is LOUD when he is mad. His cheeks are big and just asking to be smooched 😉 (and we are talking about his cheeks on his FACE! haha) His eyes are still blue as can be. And his sisters ADORE him.
I really cant complain. Sure life can be stressful and chaotic with 3 littles, aged 3 and under. But I am in love with each one of them. Sure Rhem tends to whine about e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. and is so dramatic. But she is the sweetest, most polite, most nurturing little girl. She is always wanting to help mom care for her younger siblings, help cook meals, change diapers, never will say no to giving a hug, and constantly tells us that she “loves us so much.” That girl means the world.
And then their is Hadiley. Holy smokes, this child. She doesn’t listen, loves to tear e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. apart, and thinks everything is there for her to climb on top of it. But she has the best smile and laugh. and she gives THE BEST hugs. She is so hilarious, and always wants to make you smile and laugh. She loves to help put things away and throw things in the garbage. She runs to tell you if her baby brother is crying. And she loves to play and copy her big sister. That girl means the world.
And now our sweet Oliver. He has caulic. He crys. no. SCREAMS. a lot. He is the loudest of the three. He constantly wants to be held. He doesn’t seem to think I ever need to sit down and eat. But that boy, he knows my voice. He instantly lifts his head up to find me when he hears my voice. And as soon as he finds my face, he gets a HUGE grin on his face. He is so cuddly. and sleeps so amazingly at night. That boy means the world.
Recently there was a conference called Wild and Free, that was aimed towards SAHM who homeschooled. I wasn’t able to go, but I followed many of the moms who spoke there/ attended there. And I saw some post a picture they got that said, “You are the mama your kids need.” It is such a good reminder, on days where you feel like you failed as a mom, because you fed them mcdonalds because you were too tired to make them food, or you sat them in front of the t.v. all day because you were too tried and stressed to play with them, or you raised your voice more than you would like to admit. You are the mama your kids need. and my kids, well they are the kids that this mama needs. They overwhelm my heart every single day with their sweetness, their kisses and hugs, the way the sing as loud as possible, and dance around they house. and even though they drain every ounce of energy I have, and the end of the day. My heart is full.
A month has passed since my sweet little Oliver was born. He is finally fitting in 0-3 month onesies, yet still swims in the 0-3 month pants. His head and belly seem to grow, while his chicken legs stay ity bity. haha. 🙂 His hair is a light, light brown. His eyes are blue, but some days appear like a dark gray. Today, for the first time, he smiled at me while I was talking to him. (Usually he only smiles in his sleep.) He nurses like a champ, still two small to fit in the cloth diapers, but I give it another month and he’ll be ready. He is very alert, loves to hold his head up and look around. Loves tummy time. (I never did tummy time with Hadiley, because I babywore her so much, and she HATED being on the floor on her stomach, but Ollie LOVES to lay on the floor. Odd child. lol)
The girls have adjusted wonderfully to having a baby brother. We have started preschool (homeschool style) with Rhemidy (And sometimes Hadiley joins in) and they go to bible school on Thursday mornings, and on monday nights Rhemidy has started doing tumbling at a local YMCA. We are busy busy around this house, but I love it. These kids can drive me crazy, deprive me of sleep, but they are my world. I am so blessed to be these littles mom and enjoy watching them grow and learn everyday.
I plan to update again SOON with pictures of our set up for homeschooling, but first I need to clean and organize the area. Ha! but until then, here are pictures of my sweet, little arrows. 🙂
Well, for the first time I am sitting at my house, on my due date, with baby sleeping in his crib. Ha. That is right, I had my boy the day BEFORE his E.D.D. 🙂
Friday I spent my day, running back and fourth between my midwives office, and walking around town trying to get this baby ready for birth. Finally around 7pm we were given the go ahead to come to the hospital since contractions were 5 minutest apart and we knew I was at least 5cm dilated. We got checked in, 6cm, and headed to our room in labor and delivery. The nurses and my midwife kept complimenting me on how well I was handling my, sometimes 3 1/2 minute, contractions. We walked. I used a birthing ball. I got in the beautiful, giant tub. I sat on the toilet. It was time. I knew it. I got in the bed on hands and knees. Holy cow, it was getting painful. For a second I thought why I was crazy and chose not to get a epidural this time like I did with my girls, but I took a deep breath. I told myself that I could do this. I wanted this birth. I wanted to show myself my body was MADE to do this. Natural. No drugs. I asked my midwife to break my water since we could feel it right there and it just didn’t want to break open. She got her tools ready, went to check how far I was dialted and as soon as her finger touched my amunatic sac, it busted open. No tools needed. The gush of liquid felt wonderful. It took some pressure off. You know, for a whole 2 seconds. It was time to push. I felt him right there. I was in a weird, on my side, position but I needed to push. No time to get on a birthing stool like I had planned, but right there in the bed on my side. I pushed for what seemed like forever, but really was maybe only 10 minutes. My beautiful boy was here. Perfect in every way. I did it. I birthed a baby. No pitocin to induce. No drugs or epidural to deal with pain. My body no only carried this perfect human, it delivered him by itself. I was exhausted. I was in pain. I was proud. Daddy caught him, and brought him straight to my chest. I kissed and loved on him while daddy waited for the umbilical to stop pulsing so he could cut it. It was cut, I brought little Oliver Xavier to my chest and instantly he latched on like a pro. I was so in love. But in that moment I knew something wasn’t right. I just didn’t feel good. I wanted that 2 hours of bonding, nursing, loving, but I didn’t feel comfortable holding him. I felt too weak. I saw my midwife jump into action after birthing my placenta. Pushing hard on my belly trying to get my uterus to harden up. She’d stop, then as she would get up I’d feel a huge gush of blood and clots. She’d check, change the pad, and starting pushing. I started to get nauseous. Then the room start to spin, my hearing was fading. A doctor was called in. More nurses. More pushing. The doctor and midwife took turns trying to scrape out my uterus with their fingers, trying to get out some placenta they felt in there. Oxygen mask went on. Pitocin and fluids were running through the IV in my arm. My husband watched in fear while trying to comfort our new, perfect son. I looked around the room watching what was happening, but so out of it. Knowing this wasn’t right. Scared to shut my eyes. I felt like I was out of my body, watching as I screamed at the top of my lungs as they kept pushing and digging for that little bit on placenta that was causing so much blood loss. They put some drugs in the IV. Pain was starting to lose its edge. I was still felt so out of it, but I could communicate a little better. 5th time is a charge. More clots and a tiny pit of placenta. Bleeding has finally slowed down. After loosing at least 40% of my blood. Slowly color returned to my face. The drugs helped me fall asleep. I woke up 2 hours later feeling much better. Weak. but better. The IV drugs had worn off, but the pitocin was still pumping. I got some Motrin to help with the cramping. Hubby woke up, still looking worried. But once he saw I didn’t need the oxygen and had color to my face and lips he was put at ease. I sent him home to get some sleep, seeing as I wasn’t leaving the labor and delivery room anytime soon, and because I got a room with a tub, there was no bed for him to sleep on. I sat there for a while just looking around. Baby was born at 12:19am. It was now 4:00am. It seemed like days had passed, but really all that in just 4 hours. It was scary. Not expected. But we made it. Oliver woke up and was brought to me. Finally I get my bonding time with him. He cuddled and nursed and I just help on tight loving on this perfect child. Thanking God for this perfect child and for allowing me to be there to love on him.
After that things went pretty smooth. Pediatrician came to check our little Ollie out. He confirmed, he was perfect in every way. My bleeding was light, and colored was good. Finally at 9am blood work came back saying that my iron was low, but at an ok level. No blood transfusion was needed or iron supplement. Due to the postpartum rooms being all used, we had to wait until Noon to finally move to a more spacious room. The girls came to meet their brother, as did grandmas. Around 4pm hubby left so he could spend some daddy time with the girls. I tried to get some rest in between feedings. Oliver just wanted to cuddle. I was thrilled with the fact the nurses didn’t seem concerned that I would have Oliver sleep with me, instead of his bassinet. (With Rhem, a nurse yelled at me that I was not allowed to hold Rhem when I slept, but I could not get Ollie to sleep in his bassinet, every time I laid him down he would scream because he was so gassy.) Around 7pm PJ came back to the hospital with the girls so they could love on their brother a little more and give mom some hugs and laughs. A little before 9pm they left, leaving mommy and baby to try and get some rest. In the morning they checked my blood again. My iron level dropped to 6. I was worried they wouldn’t let me leave today like I had wanted, but since my bleeding was very little and I wasn’t light headed and was able to move around just fine, they gave me 110ml of iron supplement and a prescription of iron pills to take this week to help me get closer to normal. Hubby arrived back to the hospital. Helped me pack up our things, we got some newborn pictures taken, and we were free to leave. It was an exhausting, frighting, 36 hours but we were heading home feeling pretty good with a beautiful, healthy baby. Thanking God for His goodness.
Rhemidy Loves having her brother and mom home. Hadiley seems a little mad at me, but slowly warming back up. Thank you every one for your kind words and prayers over me and baby Ollie.
Now for the good part, pictures. 😉
Today we attended a messy play date. The girls played in a sandbox, played with moon dough, sidewalk paint, finger painted, dug for treasures in frozen jello, colored with markers, and frosted some sugar cookies. They had a blast and was very sad to leave. I love when we get out of the house and engage with other kids. Rhem has really started to open up more, and make friends when we are out and about. Sometimes we get worried, because she often likes to stand on the side lines and watch kids play, not really engaging in any conversation with anyone. But since we got our cat, she has become way more social. She loves telling everyone she meets about her kitty at home, which she seems to use as an ice breaker, then she is up for playing and singing and being a goofy 3 year old with her new found friends. Hadiley, being only 18 months, doesn’t engage in conservations, but she seems to be a go getting and loves to follow bigger kids around. She doesn’t seem to care much about socializing with kids around her own age though, haha.
The girls really seemed to love getting all messy, so while they are napping I made some playdough for them to play with when they make up. It was super easy, and extremely soft. I used 2tbs of conditioner, yes what you wash your hair with, and 3 1/2 – 4tbs of corn starch and knead with my hands. the end. I am excited to let the girls play with it when they wake up, and bonus, it makes your hands super soft in the end! 🙂
(I found the play-dough recipe here.)
*also. still pregnant. lol*
until my due date that is. Crazy. I am so excited to welcome our first boy with in the next couple weeks. I cannot believe today is already August 1st! Where has time gone? Really! How do I now have a 3 year old child AND an 18 month old child AND soon to be newborn? I feel like just a year or two ago I was still in highschool dating PJ, but here we are, 7 years has passed. 4 years of marriage. and soon, very very soon, three kids. We have definitely been blessed.
Rhemidy is growing more and more excited, constantly asking WHEN her brother will be here so she can hold him. I already know, seeing how she treats her little sister, she will be an AWESOME big sister to baby boy as well. Hadiley, on the other hand, will be up for a rude awakening. She does seem to love babies, and likes to help me whenever I am watching a baby, but she still NEEDS to have me lay with her to sleep and will not go to anyone else. (The other night PJ tried to get her to sleep and she screamed to the point of making herself throw up, a thing Rhem use to do, and it took me until MIDNIGHT to calm her down and get her to sleep. Bah. I created a monster! 😉 ) I know after a couple months Hadiley will adjust and be an awesome big sister just like Rhem. (although she really needs to start learning this whole gentle and sharing thing…)
(For those NOT fasinated by pregnancy/birth related things and what it does to your body, the rest of this may be TMI lol)
Anyways, I had my midwife appointment yesterday, I am only 1cm dilated, 50% effaced. My cervix is already extremely soft and stretchy so that is good, and he is head down but seems to have moved up higher. Stinker. With my cervix being soft, they said once he decides to drop things should start up right away. I really am prepared and totally fine with going past the EDD (seeing as it is what it says, and ESTIMATED due date) and I want this baby to come when he is ready, and I will not force him with an induction, but boy, I am SO ready to meet and love on him! I am hoping I get to see him sooner than later, but with only 9 days until my due date I know it won’t be much longer.
FULL TERM. WOOT!
Sunday marked 37 weeks. Ahh baby will be here SO soon. We are (almost) ready for his arrival. When we bought our house, the previous owners had opened up a wall of the first bedroom on the main floor so that it was open to the living room, and making it a play room for the kids (The lady bought the house to use as a daycare) and the second bedroom had an awkward closet and a door that was old and missing a door knob. So our bedroom/ the girls bedroom was in the upstairs, which was a finished attic that has horrible air/heat. So in prepartion for this baby, and to help us when we go to sell this house, my husband has been getting the 1st bedroom back into a bedroom (putting a wall back up, and getting a door, as well as lots of other work) and redoing the closet and replacing the door in the second bedroom (as well as painting and fixing the ceiling that was damaged from some water).
ANYWAYS. So far the 1st bedroom (which will be the Hubby and I’s bedroom as well as the nursery) has the crown molding up, walls painted, door fitted, and wood floors sanded and polyed. Today after work he plans to trim the door, take the door itself back down so he can sand and paint it (we got an awesome vintage door), and put up the baseboard. If he gets all the done today, all that will be left is covering the nail holes on the trim/ baseboard/ crown molding. THEN WE CAN MOVE EVERYTHING IN! I cannot wait to decorate our bedroom and nursery. I have almost everything, we just need some curtain rods, and a different mattress for the crib, and some sheets. The 2nd bedroom still as a bit of work. (This will be the girls room) My husband re drywalled the ceiling and the closet, as well as opening the closet up so it is easier to access. We are waiting for a coworker of my husbands to come and mudd the ceiling and closet, then we can paint! After painting we have a ceiling fan to instal and we can move the girls beds and decor in! Hoping by (not this but) next weekend to have both rooms completely done!
Boy’s bag is completely packed. Carseat is ready to go. My bag is pretty much completely packed. (All that is missing is extra comfy clothes that I will throw in before we leave to the hospital, as well as my makeup) I still need to pack a little bag for the girls with books and their “gifts from brother” so they have something to do at the hospital when they visit.
Ahh. I am just so excited to finally meet this little guy! I cannot wait to smell him, and cuddle him, and see WHO HE LOOKS LIKE. My prediction (okay, really my hope) is for dark, dark hair and green eyes! (Really, because we already have a blondie and a brunette, and one with blue eyes and one with brown eyes. lol) I am thinking he will probably wait to bless us with his presence until after his due date, simply for the fact his sisters were stubborn so I figure he will be too, but I do have an appointment on Thursday so we will see what they think. 🙂 I feel he is still pretty high up, but 3 weeks ago they sad his head was already pretty low down, so I have no idea. 🙂
This past weekend marked 36 weeks. Only 4 more weeks until my EDD. 😀
My friend (and our kids Godmom) threw me a little babyshower for our newest little arrow. I got some adorable clothes for the baby boy, along with some baby basics. I also ordered our mini crib which should be here in a few days! I am so excited, and so thankful for everyone who has been helping us get ready to welcome baby boy. Yesterday the hubby and I put the final coat of paint in our new room/nursery. Today he plans to get the trim up. We are hoping by this weekend everything will be done and ready to move all our stuff in. And Hopefully next week the girls room will be done to move all their things in.
At 36 weeks, we have boy’s bag packed, my bag partially packed, and most of the things we need ordered. I have been having TONS of braxton hicks, LOTS of presure, and I have gotten to the point that it sucks to pick things up off the floor! haha. I have an appointment this Thursday, and then I will have one every week until he decides to bless the world with his arrival. 🙂
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