Sunday, September 30, 2012

Starting Luke Young

Yesterday, during Annabelle's naptime, I found this:

Jared requested Greg read his large Star Wars book.  The book with pictures and plotline from the whole saga... really REALLY cool.  Jared also wanted to make sure that Luke was with them.  I guess he wanted to make sure Luke got started on Star Wars young....

I guess it was inevitable.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Video: Hide 'n Seek

The kids are REALLY into playing Hide 'n Seek.  It's actually really funny because it's basically a fancy way to chase each other around the house.  Usually, the Seeker starts counting before they close their eyes while the Hider starts hiding before any of this happens.  It's a work-in-progress to teach them how to play; definitely entertaining while I'm feeding Luke.


Since they wanted to hold Luke after they were done, I took the chance to snap a picture of all three kids.

Doesn't take a good Seeker to find their cuteness!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Luke's First: Bath

It's that time!  His stump finally fell off and Luke had his first real bath yesterday.  It wasn't eventful (no fountain-like liquid), just a simple bath in the baby bathtub.  We just put him in the bath, soaped him up, rinsed him off and were done.

He seemed to like it and didn't complain.  So we'll call it a victory. :)

Meanwhile, next door, this was going on.

It wasn't so simple.  Kind of messy and full of fun.  Just how we like it here.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Music in the Home

Jared's First 'Lesson' :)
One of the things I wish I would have done growing up was learn how to play an instrument--- specifically the piano.  In fact, whenever I got the chance, I'd self-teach a few notes on the piano (basically at my Grandparents' house or at church).  I know circumstances out of my parent's control was the main reason behind this, so this isn't to call them out, it's just back-story.

I wanted to play so bad that one of the things always on my list (you know, the one of desired qualities in my future eternal companion), besides sense of humor and worthy Priesthood holder, was that he had to play an instrument.  So, you can imagine how much my attraction to Greg increased when I found out he played FOUR--- piano included.

Since are both musically inclined, we've ALWAYS wanted a piano in the home, especially since we noticed just how much of that Jared has inherited.  However, you either need to inherit one or save FOREVER, which is much easier without student debts and such (or find a steal on Craigslist).  A couple weeks ago, we were asked by our friends if we wanted to housesit their piano.  One of their parental sets were moving out and they had a baby grand that needed to go somewhere.  They aren't sure how long the folks will be living with them, so they needed a place for their piano.  Um... let me think about this one... YES!

They moved it over last Wednesday and we're already enjoying it.  Greg has tinkered on it every day for a little bit of time and I absolutely LOVE having music being played in our house. The first day, the kids didn't notice it, so Greg woke them up from nap time by playing something for them.  Greg even had a impromptu 'First Piano Lesson' with Jared; he learned the first phrase of "I am a Child of God."

Our friends might have to pry the piano away from us, when their folks eventually move out.  Just kidding, plus it'd be kind of hard to say we misplaced a piano....

Friday, September 21, 2012

Dress Up Play

While playing today, Jared & Bellie got their dress-up on.  Their creatures were so fantastically imaginative that I had to have photo shoots with them.

Jared said he was a "Super-Viking-Pirate-Dinosaur"

 Annabelle was "Super-Dinosaur-Ballerina-Jedi"

Seriously LOVE their imaginations.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

One versus Three

Yesterday, I decided to be brave and take my first step outside with just me and kids.  All three of them.  We've all been a little stir crazy during my recovery time, so we just made the short trip over to the park.

Jared showed me how he could be a "Super Jared" on the bars.

They played a little bit of Tag.

While Luke decided to celebrate by falling sleep as soon as we got there (he is only three weeks old).

Proof I was there watching them the whole time.

We had a great time up until Jared needed to do his 'business' and I didn't bring the pool key (where the park pottys are located).  Luckily, we got home without 'soiling' our first adventure... HA, get it.  Obviously, I don't get a lot of sleep right now...

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Luke: 2 Weeks

Weight: 8 lb 2 oz (50th percentile)
Height: 21 inches (50th percentile)
Head Circ.: 14 cm (30th percentile)

As you can see Luke is growing just fine.  At the end of the visit today, his doctor turned to me and said, "you two just make perfect little babies, now don't you?"  She's been the kid's doctor since moving here... when Jared was 9 months old.  I think that's super cool--- especially since she's so great--- we're not planning to change until the kids are too old to go there.

Everyone is still MAJORLY in love with Luke.  It's hard not to be since he's a great baby.  The only problem was figuring out what do to at feeding time, but now he eats like a champ.  Jared and Belle both LOVE to help with him whenever they get a chance.

I'm doing my best to get out, like our {family outing} to the park, but trying not to push myself at the same time. We survived our first week without Daddy during the day, so I think that's a plus.  Another plus has been the amazing help from our ward family.  We've been so taken care, I still haven't made dinner since having Luke (helps that I did some freezer meals as well.)

All in all, I think we're adjusting to our new dynamic, in time for it to keep changing as the kids grow.  Oh well... I guess we'll manage. ;)

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Due Date

We made it to my DUE DATE.... wait... We have a TWO WEEK OLD!

In honor of Luke being two weeks old, he did something new today, he went for a swing:

We also took a couple pictures.
The baby himself... his eyes are getting better.

Our three kids.

Still getting used to that...

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Luke's First: Infection

Our poor little newborn hit a milestone every parent wishes would never happen: he already dealt with his first infection.  On our second night in the hospital, I noticed a little bit of eye boogers in his eye.  My nurse said that he's be okay; newborns sometimes have issues with completely clearing their eye ducts.

So, a couple days into being home, I go to get Luke up for his first feeding of the morning and his eyes are glued shut because of all his eye boogies.  Poor baby had to go to the doctor anyway for his newborn check-up, so the doctor looked in his eyes and said it was an infection.  I knew he'd be on the fast track for hitting milestones, I just hoped this one would be one of the lasts. :(

Since he's a newborn, we have to put the drops in twice a day for 10 days--- which means we're almost done.  The infection isn't painful, we just want to keep it from getting worse.  He's been a trooper, but we're all done with the routine of putting in the eye drops (especially when we're just supposed to be getting used to having three kids).  However, I am grateful it's something that can be fixed and not something that didn't require a hospital stay--- my recovery sleep-deprived brain is just trying to say, I'm grateful it's not worse, because it could be worse.

Such is life, I guess.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

First Family Outing

We accomplished something big today:  Luke and I got out of the house!

AND--- it wasn't alone.  I'm getting a little stir crazy, and so are Jared and Annabelle, so after dinner tonight, we decided it was time to take our first adventure as a family of FIVE!

I need to give credit to Greg because he REALLY wanted to see the controlled fire being burnt in the nearby natural area.  So, we got ready.  Luke went with Greg; the first time in the new baby carrier.  Both carrier and passenger seemed to like it; the baby was so excited he fell asleep after a few minutes outside.

We went for a walk around the block before I got tired---so we went over to the park.  (I'm trying really hard this time NOT to overdo anything.  I really don't want to make my recovery longer than it needs to be).

The fresh air was nice. The baby even went down his first slide (even if it was attached to Greg).

Our new motto is one day at a time.  One day a time we'll get used to how life is going to be for us now.  At least, that's the hope.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Basket Cases

It's so weird to think we have THREE kids.  The week has been challenging, but overall, I feel pretty good.  I have to remind myself that I just had a baby--- literally--- six days ago.  Plus, I need to remember to take it easy because the first time I'll be 1 vs. 3 is Monday... so there's that...

With the week being what it was, an adjustment, we barely got to the laundry today.  When the baskets were in the Living Room, Jared & Belle decided to have a little fun with them.
Jared, the snail
They pretended to be a snails, turtles and even penguins (don't know why the last one).  I guess this is what happens when you only get out of the house for preschool...

Thursday, September 6, 2012


While getting ready for bed tonight, we finally got a good picture of all three kids together.

LOVE these faces... even when they look goofy.  Now, off to get some rare sleep. :)

Luke's Arrival

It's funny how having same experiences does not necessarily mean you will have the same experiences.  Perfect example: Child Birth.  I've now gone through three (weird--- still getting used to that) and all three were completely different.  Jared's birth was late, Annabelle's early, so what was I to expect with Luke?  Or was I being foolish for even expecting anything?

When we first found out I was pregnant with Luke and did the Due Date calculation, I automatically counted back two weeks, just in case he decided to come early like his sister.  September 1st then became our goal date; here it also happens to be the school cut off date.  I just had a feeling about weekend (plus it was a full moon HOLIDAY weekend).

So--- almost nine months later, last weekend finally arrived.  I was miserable with a capital M.  ON Thursday, my weekly doctor's visit was mostly upsetting because I barely progressed the littlest bit since my visit the week before.  We weren't even talking about inductions, I was going so slow.  My doctor even parted with the four most hated words by full term pregnant women everywhere: "See you next week."  I was really hoping to see you sooner than that actually to get this baby OUT.

Luke must have sensed some of my tenseness because my contractions picked up on Friday.  Just like my previous two experiences, they were never very regular, incredibly annoying and usually painful.  I started thinking that maybe this is when my body really does start to kick it in (Jared's could have been unique since he was my first).  Maybe Luke was going to be born 2 weeks early, just like his sister.  It's pretty much a wait and see game by this point, so we went to bed.

At 2 a.m., I thought my water broke.  However, it wasn't so bad that we decided to try and get some sleep before going to the hospital.  Greg fell right back to sleep.  I did not;  kind of hard when you think that you're about to go through the whole Labor and Delivery process.  Yeah, I didn't sleep the rest of the night and finally pried Greg out of bed at 430 am and we were out the door by 5.  Luckily, we were already prepared for an early arrival because of our experience with Annabelle.  And we didn't have worry about the kids because we have amazing friends surrounding us who were ready to help.

We get to the hospital a little before 7 to start the triage process.  All the wonderful procedures they do to absolutely make sure they're keeping you to have a baby that day.  Triage reminds me of the rooms they always show in sitcoms; it's one big room separated by a bunch of curtains.  I overheard a couple other birth experiences of the day: one teenage, another c-section prep and the last an over-anxious first-time mom being sent home.  I really connected with the last one I overheard because I had been there before and was about to be there again.  No one likes to be told the pain they're experiencing is truly nothing and go home to play the waiting game some more.  After all the preparation, it turned out that my water was still intact and we were getting sent home--- this was a little before 9 am.

After a little bit of IHOP goodness on the way home, we finally arrive home to start our Saturday a little bit later.  Apparently though, my body had different plans.  I could barely move once we got home and since I didn't sleep well the night before, Greg planted the older two in the playroom and locked me in our bedroom, so I could get some rest.  This lasted until 12, when my contractions picked up and my water actually broke.  I got to the bathroom as fast as I could and banged for Greg through the walls to get going to actually have the baby this time.  Jared was the one who heard by banging and ran into the office to tell Greg: "Mommy is hitting the walls."  Whoops.  He came in and I told him the news, we were going back to the hospital.

I couldn't believe the difference between 'not sure' and 'for sure' water being broken.  Night and day.  You think since I experienced it with Annabelle, I would have remembered these things.  I chalk that one up to 'pregnancy brain.'

We arrived back to Triage at 2, with everyone recognizing me from the morning.  Unfortunately, I didn't have the same nurse, so I had explain everything all over again PLUS she had to double and triple check that my water was actually broken.  Yep, I'm pretty sure, but go ahead and make me even MORE uncomfortable.

Previous experience with the first two kids told me at this point that I would stall until I got Pitocin.  I also knew I wanted an Epidural before that stuff was anywhere near my system.  I had a sneaking suspicion that the Pit would work even faster this time.  However, since it was the weekend, we had to wait for the one on-call doctor from the practice to give the go-ahead for any step forward.  This is the only thing I do not like about having a baby on the weekend... I don't get my own doctor.  I'm really hoping that doesn't happen again, unless my doctor happens to be the one on-call.

From 3pm to 7pm, the on-call doctor is busy with other patients; mostly c-sections or first-time moms (at least that's what my nurses told me).  The best part about the whole wait--- I watched the Cardinals come from behind to beat the Nationals.  Greg passed the time by napping (recovering from Mono still), playing games, and updating family.  The worst part--- knowing I could have been done, recovering and eating by the end of that period--- if the doctor would have had five minutes to listen.

I finally see him at 7 and we order my Epidural.  Unfortunately, that doctor was stuck in another C-Section and wasn't able to come until 8--- everything finished at 830 pm.  Nurse then started the Pit drip at 9 pm.  I mentioned my secret goal of having him before midnight and she said, "oh honey, I don't think it'll work that fast, but I guess we'll see."  Personal challenge excepted.  Since it was nighttime by the point, we waited for me to progress by sleeping.  

Besides the nurse coming in to rotate me every 20 minutes, I 'slept' for a good hour and a half.  'Slept' meaning I had my eyes closed, but never lost consciousness.  Around 11, the nurse comes in and I told her I felt a little different, possibly ready.  I didn't feel the insane urge, like with Annabelle, it was more like a 'hmm, time for the baby' urge.  I think it was because I had very little sleep that whole day.  She checked me at 11 and, lo and behold, I'm complete.

So, just like always, she dashes away to get the room ready.  Except, since it was the middle of the night, my nurse was the only one getting ready.  Around 1115, the doctor comes in and by this point, I'm awake and ready.  I then told the them and Greg that I'd have the baby before midnight.  I don't think they believed me; Greg knew I pushed well, but 45 minutes?  Before everything was ready, the nurse gave me the typical rundown of pushing... push for 30 seconds, take a break, repeat.  Yeah, I know.  Silly lady.  At 1130, I started pushing.  The doctor was so surprised at Luke's progress in the one push that he had me keep going.  Luke was born at 1156 pm.  Just in time.  Just like Annabelle, he didn't wail and wail; he just quietely looked at the new world around him.  We stayed in the Labor room until 2ish when they finally moved us to recovery and we all got some much needed sleep.

Ready to Go Home
Overall, this was the most relaxed of all three births.  We only had 4 people (not including Luke) during his birth and it was so peaceful.  The whole time I felt this extreme amount of love for my family, especially Greg and Luke.  I also felt overwhelmed with gratitude that our prayers were answered, after struggling with miscarriages last summer. 

The whole thing took longer than Annabelle's, but that part of it was completely out of my control, so how would it have helped if I worried about it?  Since it was a holiday weekend, and I had him so late, we stayed at the hospital through Monday afternoon.  I feel pretty good for having had a baby less than a week ago; Greg has been able to stay home all week.  The true test comes on Monday, when it'll be 1 versus 3.  Let's hope that goes well, but if experience has taught me one thing it is to expect the unexpected.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

How to be a Big Sister by Annabelle

A Step-by-Step Tutorial

1.) Pat his head as if he's puppy to get his attention, while simultaneously singing "baby-babe-a" to him.

2.)  Poke his various body parts under the disguise of playing "Toeies, Nosies" with him.

3.) Repeat Steps 1 and 2, even if Mommy says to stop, for years to come until one or both of you moves out of the house.

4.)  Leave him confused... wondering 'What is the world just happened?"

Our Pre-Kindergarten Kiddo

Ready to Go
What happens when I say "Make a Silly Face"
Jared started preschool today... again.  It feels odd saying again, like he was held back or something, but this feels like the honest-to-goodness 'first day.'  Not to put any less value on last year; he loved it and I'm sure it helped him learn to sit and he LOVED telling me everything he learned each day.  The reason is feels more 'real' than last year because he starts Kindergarten NEXT YEAR.  Greg even reminded me the night before school started that this would be the last year we wouldn't be apart of that.... odd....

It floors me that the baby I was pregnant with back in Wisconsin is the age of the kids I taught then.  He's Pre-K, and shows it every day.  A couple weeks ago, he was playing a numbers game and he turned to me and said, "Mommy, 2 plus 2 is 4, right?"  We then spent the next few minutes doing addition doubles.  What the what?!?!

When did he get SO big?

All I know is I'm going to be an emotional basket case next year and he's already counting down the days (mostly because the school he's going to is being built right now and he LOVES to go see it... at least that's what I'm telling myself...)

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Meet 'n Greet

The day after Luke was born, Sunday, the kids came to meet him.  Our friends, who took our kids to church, came by after--- and they came with a camera.

When they first came in the room, both kids were apprehensive; especially since I didn't get up to hug them.  When they came over to me Jared saw Luke in his boppy and wouldn't stop staring.  "Baby Luke is out of your tummy now, Mommy"  Yep, I know buddy.

Then, we asked Jared if he wanted to hold Luke.  It was so cute to see him be so gentle and so excited to have a little brother.  Jared was really bummed when his turn was over.  While Jared was holding Luke, we tried to get Annabelle interested in Luke, but she would not have it.

I think she knew her world just changed.  Mostly she spent time sitting in Luke's boppy and sitting with me.  She asked me why I was in bed, why I had an IV in, if Luke was coming home with us (and if he was still in my belly).  When we finally got her to hold Luke, it was for a few seconds and she was unsure the whole time.

We think she warmed up to Luke a little more after "he" gave both she and Jared new books.  What a nice little brother they have.

After a little while, it got tiring for both Luke and I to have visitors, so we said 'loves' and 'byes' until the next day when we got discharged, but not until we took a new family photo.

It's still odd to think we have a little family of FIVE.

Sunday, September 2, 2012


Luke Paul
September 1st, 2012
11:52 P.M.   ***   7 lbs 12 oz   ***   18 inches

Everyone is doing great and should be out of the hospital tomorrow.


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