Well, last night felt a little bit like bed rest dejavu because I ended up sleeping on the couch with Blake. Poor little guy just cried and cried most of yesterday afternoon and today. We're trying to figure out whether he's got tummy trouble or may just be getting more of an appetite. I had to take antibiotics for a while after we got out of the hospital, so he may still have some of that in his system. Whatever it is, I hope it gets better fast. I hate to see him in pain.
One thing that seemed to calm him today, was being outside. I've had to take it slow after having my c-section, so today was the first day I got to go on a "real" walk. It wasn't far, just to the top of the neighborhood and back (and back up a little hill), but it felt great to get out with my boys (all of them, including Bruiser). My mind was telling my body I could do more, but my hamstrings begged to differ.
Hopefully, it won't be too long until I am playing soccer again and running around the backyard chasing a very quick and energetic three year old!
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
A Busy Weekend
Time continues to fly...four weeks have already gone by since sweet baby Blake was born. He is changing and growing every day and I continue to be amazed at this little miracle that we call "ours."
We celebrated the birth of another special someone on Friday...Brent! You would've thought that it was Taylor's birthday. He was SO excited about his Daddy's birthday and thought it was very important that he picked out a birthday card and had to make sure that Brent had a birthday hat. So, Tay and I made a little birthday run. We had what we considered to be a very successful shopping trip. We left with a giant, blue party hat, a Backyardigan's card, and two helium balloons (a big, yellow smiley face and one that said Happy Birthday).
Mama came over and took care of the boys, so Brent and I went out to Longhorn's for a birthday date night. Afterwards, we celebrated this special day with our boys and our parents and some homemade apple pie and cookies and cream dessert. Of course, no birthday is complete without singing "Happy Birthday to You," blowing out the candles, and making a wish. Tay was more than happy to help Brent out in this area.
Blake has been a bit fussy today, but one thing seems to calm him down. As long as he's being snuggled in my arms, rocked, and sung to, he seems better. The other day, he seemed to like the song Crazy Girl by the Eli Young Band, so I tweaked the chorus a little bit and came up with something just for Blake. It goes a little something like this...
Crazy Blake don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going no where.
Silly baby, come here, let me hold you.
Have I told you lately,
I love you like crazy Blake?
We're hoping our little guy feels better soon. For now, we don't mind taking turns holding him until he's happy.
We celebrated the birth of another special someone on Friday...Brent! You would've thought that it was Taylor's birthday. He was SO excited about his Daddy's birthday and thought it was very important that he picked out a birthday card and had to make sure that Brent had a birthday hat. So, Tay and I made a little birthday run. We had what we considered to be a very successful shopping trip. We left with a giant, blue party hat, a Backyardigan's card, and two helium balloons (a big, yellow smiley face and one that said Happy Birthday).
Mama came over and took care of the boys, so Brent and I went out to Longhorn's for a birthday date night. Afterwards, we celebrated this special day with our boys and our parents and some homemade apple pie and cookies and cream dessert. Of course, no birthday is complete without singing "Happy Birthday to You," blowing out the candles, and making a wish. Tay was more than happy to help Brent out in this area.
Blake has been a bit fussy today, but one thing seems to calm him down. As long as he's being snuggled in my arms, rocked, and sung to, he seems better. The other day, he seemed to like the song Crazy Girl by the Eli Young Band, so I tweaked the chorus a little bit and came up with something just for Blake. It goes a little something like this...
Crazy Blake don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going no where.
Silly baby, come here, let me hold you.
Have I told you lately,
I love you like crazy Blake?
We're hoping our little guy feels better soon. For now, we don't mind taking turns holding him until he's happy.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Just Melts My Heart
There are few things in this world sweeter than hearing Tay say "I love you Mommy" and looking down at Blake snuggled in my arms, drifting off to sleep. I find myself just staring at his chest, gently rising and falling, taking in his "new baby" scent, stroking his cheek, and kissing him hundreds of times a day.
It's these little moments that I find myself with a lump in my throat, a catch in my breath, and a full heart.
All of my boys (my "biggest" one included) always seem to find a way to melt my heart. God has blessed me beyond what I can put into words. These are the moments that I never want to forget.
It's these little moments that I find myself with a lump in my throat, a catch in my breath, and a full heart.
All of my boys (my "biggest" one included) always seem to find a way to melt my heart. God has blessed me beyond what I can put into words. These are the moments that I never want to forget.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Bringing Home Blake
My Sweet Baby Blake,
Hello my little love! You have been named our "miracle baby." You beat lots of odds buddy and for a while there, it looked like you were going to make a very early appearance. We have wonderful family and friends that constantly prayed for you and thankfully, God answered all of our prayers because you are here, safe and sound, and everything is alright.
It's hard to believe that you are already a week old. Sunday night, we were all relaxing in the living room and I looked at my phone. It was 8:51 pm and we couldn't believe that a week and one minute ago, you were seeing the world for the first time. I have a lot to tell you and want to make sure I get most of it down in writing, so that one day, you will know how much you were loved, before you even got here.
The night of Sunday, July 15th, your Daddy was on shift at the fire station and G-Daddy had come over to sit with Taylor and me at the house, so that Mimi could go to church. Around 6:00 pm, I started bleeding. You and I had been on bed rest for about 12 weeks and it had been several weeks since I had any "new" bleeding. The clot I passed was about the size of an egg, so I called your Daddy and we decided it was best to go ahead and call the doctor at the hospital. Dr. Campbell said that we needed to go ahead and come in and they would have a room ready for us. Usually, the bleeding would stay the same or slow down, so we were hoping we could just wait it out at the hospital until Tuesday, when your scheduled c-section was...but as we've learned over the past several months, things don't always go as we planned.
Once Mimi got home, G-Daddy and I headed to the hospital. To my surprise, things didn't taper off. Instead, the bleeding didn't stop and contractions started. Dr. Campbell was on call and when she came in the room to see us, she said that the specialists had told them that if the bleeding started back up again, they needed to go ahead and get you out of there! The contractions got stronger and the bleeding got heavier, so we were told that there wasn't time for an epidural. They would have to give me a spinal and they were considering this an "urgent" c-section (which we knew was an emergency c-section because we had been there before with your big brother). Daddy was able to get to the hospital in time to hear Dr. Campbell's plan. I was hoping to get a picture with your Daddy and Taylor before going to the operating room, but Dr. Campbell said we had to go right away, so I was able to kiss Tay as they were wheeling me out the door.
During the operation, I was able to stay awake and Daddy got to come inside and sit beside me. He got to see them taking you out of my belly too. You were crying before they even got you all of the way out and it was one of the most beautiful sounds that I have ever heard. There was a lot going through my mind. I wanted to hear you cry, to know that you were okay and then I wanted the doctor and the nurses to look over you and check you to see that everything else was alright. There were several things that the specialists were watching and we weren't sure what the outcome would be until you arrived. When you get bigger, Daddy and I will tell you all about it. For now, you just need to know that you are safe, happy, and loved beyond measure.
In the operating room, Daddy got to take some pictures and he went and videotaped you right away and brought the camera over to me, so I could see you. You were absolutely perfect and I couldn't believe that you were actually here. Daddy got to cut your umbilical cord and then they took you back to our room to weigh you and clean you up, while they put "Mommy back together again."
You were born on July 15th at 8:50 pm. You weighed 6 lbs 10.8 oz and were 19 1/4 inches long. Not too shabby, considering you were born at 36 (almost 37) weeks.
When we got back to the room, your big brother Taylor, Mimi, and G-Daddy were anxiously awaiting your arrival. In the waiting room, your Nana and Papa, Aunt Holly, Uncle Noel, Aunt Jessie, Uncle Patrick, Mr. Allen, Mrs. Ruth, and Mrs. Kay were all patiently waiting to come back and meet you for the first time. I can't even tell you how many thousands of prayers went up for you buddy. Our family, friends, and people we had never even met before prayed and prayed that you would be healthy and safe and by the grace of God, you were all of those things.
You spent Sunday night in the NICU, just so they could watch your breathing and make sure you weren't distressed. It was probably better, because I was sick most of the night and into the morning. When the nurse finally wheeled you in the next day and told us you could stay in our room, Daddy and I were thrilled. Your breathing looked good and they weren't concerned any more. A pediatrician came in to check you over and we learned that you were tongue-tied. Daddy and I thought that was a small problem when compared to everything else that we had all been through.
Family and friends came each day to see you, hug you, and love on you. Gigi came all the way from Florida to see you! Aside from your Mommy and Daddy, the person that was in love with you from the moment he saw you was your big brother, Taylor. He absolutely adores you and couldn't believe that you were finally out of my tummy. The first thing he asks about every morning is you! He loves to kiss, hug, and sing to "Baby Blake."
We got to take you home Wednesday afternoon and were greeted by blue balloons on the mailbox and an "It's a Boy!" banner hanging from the front porch. It wasn't until that night, when we were all in the living room, that everything hit me all at once. Tears of joy started streaming down my face and didn't stop for a while. My heart was so full as I finally came to the realization that there was no more bed rest, or waiting, or stays in the hospital... Daddy and I had been blessed with two beautiful and healthy boys.
Welcome to the world sweetheart. You're going to love your life...
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Love,
Mama
Hello my little love! You have been named our "miracle baby." You beat lots of odds buddy and for a while there, it looked like you were going to make a very early appearance. We have wonderful family and friends that constantly prayed for you and thankfully, God answered all of our prayers because you are here, safe and sound, and everything is alright.
It's hard to believe that you are already a week old. Sunday night, we were all relaxing in the living room and I looked at my phone. It was 8:51 pm and we couldn't believe that a week and one minute ago, you were seeing the world for the first time. I have a lot to tell you and want to make sure I get most of it down in writing, so that one day, you will know how much you were loved, before you even got here.
The night of Sunday, July 15th, your Daddy was on shift at the fire station and G-Daddy had come over to sit with Taylor and me at the house, so that Mimi could go to church. Around 6:00 pm, I started bleeding. You and I had been on bed rest for about 12 weeks and it had been several weeks since I had any "new" bleeding. The clot I passed was about the size of an egg, so I called your Daddy and we decided it was best to go ahead and call the doctor at the hospital. Dr. Campbell said that we needed to go ahead and come in and they would have a room ready for us. Usually, the bleeding would stay the same or slow down, so we were hoping we could just wait it out at the hospital until Tuesday, when your scheduled c-section was...but as we've learned over the past several months, things don't always go as we planned.
Once Mimi got home, G-Daddy and I headed to the hospital. To my surprise, things didn't taper off. Instead, the bleeding didn't stop and contractions started. Dr. Campbell was on call and when she came in the room to see us, she said that the specialists had told them that if the bleeding started back up again, they needed to go ahead and get you out of there! The contractions got stronger and the bleeding got heavier, so we were told that there wasn't time for an epidural. They would have to give me a spinal and they were considering this an "urgent" c-section (which we knew was an emergency c-section because we had been there before with your big brother). Daddy was able to get to the hospital in time to hear Dr. Campbell's plan. I was hoping to get a picture with your Daddy and Taylor before going to the operating room, but Dr. Campbell said we had to go right away, so I was able to kiss Tay as they were wheeling me out the door.
During the operation, I was able to stay awake and Daddy got to come inside and sit beside me. He got to see them taking you out of my belly too. You were crying before they even got you all of the way out and it was one of the most beautiful sounds that I have ever heard. There was a lot going through my mind. I wanted to hear you cry, to know that you were okay and then I wanted the doctor and the nurses to look over you and check you to see that everything else was alright. There were several things that the specialists were watching and we weren't sure what the outcome would be until you arrived. When you get bigger, Daddy and I will tell you all about it. For now, you just need to know that you are safe, happy, and loved beyond measure.
In the operating room, Daddy got to take some pictures and he went and videotaped you right away and brought the camera over to me, so I could see you. You were absolutely perfect and I couldn't believe that you were actually here. Daddy got to cut your umbilical cord and then they took you back to our room to weigh you and clean you up, while they put "Mommy back together again."
You were born on July 15th at 8:50 pm. You weighed 6 lbs 10.8 oz and were 19 1/4 inches long. Not too shabby, considering you were born at 36 (almost 37) weeks.
When we got back to the room, your big brother Taylor, Mimi, and G-Daddy were anxiously awaiting your arrival. In the waiting room, your Nana and Papa, Aunt Holly, Uncle Noel, Aunt Jessie, Uncle Patrick, Mr. Allen, Mrs. Ruth, and Mrs. Kay were all patiently waiting to come back and meet you for the first time. I can't even tell you how many thousands of prayers went up for you buddy. Our family, friends, and people we had never even met before prayed and prayed that you would be healthy and safe and by the grace of God, you were all of those things.
You spent Sunday night in the NICU, just so they could watch your breathing and make sure you weren't distressed. It was probably better, because I was sick most of the night and into the morning. When the nurse finally wheeled you in the next day and told us you could stay in our room, Daddy and I were thrilled. Your breathing looked good and they weren't concerned any more. A pediatrician came in to check you over and we learned that you were tongue-tied. Daddy and I thought that was a small problem when compared to everything else that we had all been through.
Family and friends came each day to see you, hug you, and love on you. Gigi came all the way from Florida to see you! Aside from your Mommy and Daddy, the person that was in love with you from the moment he saw you was your big brother, Taylor. He absolutely adores you and couldn't believe that you were finally out of my tummy. The first thing he asks about every morning is you! He loves to kiss, hug, and sing to "Baby Blake."
We got to take you home Wednesday afternoon and were greeted by blue balloons on the mailbox and an "It's a Boy!" banner hanging from the front porch. It wasn't until that night, when we were all in the living room, that everything hit me all at once. Tears of joy started streaming down my face and didn't stop for a while. My heart was so full as I finally came to the realization that there was no more bed rest, or waiting, or stays in the hospital... Daddy and I had been blessed with two beautiful and healthy boys.
Welcome to the world sweetheart. You're going to love your life...
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Love,
Mama
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
It's Potty Time!
Woo hoo! Taylor stayed completely dry all day long and went poo poo in the "big potty" twice today. I know it sounds funny, but that is a big milestone for us! He's been dry all day before, when he just had to pee, but today was the real deal! Between Taylor's potty treats and poo poo prizes, he racked up today! Here's hoping this habit will stick and I can return those two boxes of pull-ups I bought this weekend.
The Beginning of Something Wonderful
It was eight years ago today that Brent and I went on our first date. Who would have thought that dinner at Outback would lead to me finding my best friend and future husband? It was the start of my own real life fairy tale. A perfectly cooked steak, great conversation, and a "spark" lead to a truly wonderful life. I know that God brought Brent into my life and I am so blessed because of him.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Best Buddies
We had just pulled out of our driveway, were heading up the street, and out of the neighborhood when I heard the sweetest little voice from the backseat say... "You're my best friend Mommy."
I'm not sure what made him think of that or even say it. All I know is that little boy sure does know how to melt my heart. Without even knowing it, Taylor always seems to find a way to remind me that it really is the little things in life that bring the most joy.
I'm not sure what made him think of that or even say it. All I know is that little boy sure does know how to melt my heart. Without even knowing it, Taylor always seems to find a way to remind me that it really is the little things in life that bring the most joy.
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