Wednesday, July 28, 2010

One Month.

He swept me off my feet one month ago, and continues to take my breath away since.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Well, he does.


When new or expecting mommies have voiced concern over the giant loss of sleep during the first year, I've been quick to say: "Ohhhh, Don't worry! Just sleep when the baby sleeps!".  It makes a HUGE difference - and is wise advice. Maybe even the best advice I was ever given, actually.

If you can do it.

This is the first one where I can't.

I was spolied with Jakob. I didn't work for the first 8mo of his life, and he was our only child. I slept ALL the time. It was great.

With Abby, Jake was little enough that he was still taking two naps - so twice a day, for the first six weeks (until I went back to work), I would get two, luxuious three hour naps a day. Stellar!

I stayed home for 12weeks before going back to work with Raegan. Jake and Abby were old enough for me to nap for short periods, but young enough to stay put and be completely entertained by a movie. I napped on the couch while she slept every day.

With John....ZERO! Raegan is so spotty with her naps, and I can't sleep while she is just laying and resting because that child will try to climb out  the window. I'm not kidding. Abby would be totally fine until Jakob starting being a brother and bugging her. Jake could possibly be trusted to three hours of mom free time if he wasn't in love with riding his bike, or he didn't have friends coming to the door asking if he can come out.

Not to mention the sleeping baby hours where housework and cooking and laundry should fill the day.

So, yeah, I've been zombie style tired recently.

I am supposed to be pro at this new mommy madness and instead I am making pots of coffee at 10pm!!



p.s. This shirt cracks me up.  It was given to us by a friend of Wil's and it just makes me grin.

My Boys...

...The ones I fell for long before we ever met.








Saturday, July 17, 2010

Why IS it called a Jumper, anyways?

 





I love this jumper. It's one of the few things that I kept for Raegan after Abby grew out of it - I knew she would love it. The design is  timeless, and it's adorable in Summer, Spring and even in the Winter with a turtle neck. What makes it WICKED adorable is how Raegan says: "This is my jumper; It makes me HOP, HOP, HOP", every time she wears it. I laugh every time. Why else would it be called a jumper?! Duh.


Thursday, July 15, 2010

En Route

I have four kids.

Let that sink in - the girl who grew up swearing to sweet Jesus that I would N.E.V.E.R. have any - now has QUATRO.

Yeah, I know. It's hard to swallow. There have been moments the past two weeks where I'm just stopped dead in my tracks with the realization. I'm not kidding. I mean, obviously, I know that I have four - but it just hasn't fully sank in yet, despite living with it as a daily reality.

During the first week, I would've painted the picture of four as a group of frolicking tyedied Unicorns, dancing on clouds of marshmallow, pooing piles of jelly beans.  Easy. Lovely. Of course, Wilo was home on vacation, which meant that he was around ALL day, and present for my most trying hours - the time right before dinner until bedtime. His help was epic and so appreciated. And so missed. It was great but it wasn't reality.

The subsequent weeks - have been more trying. It is just me from early afternoon to midnight, with Wilo back to work.  There are times where I feel like I have it all together, and times where I feel like I am one episode of Dora - or one petty argument- away from the loony bin.

Now, Baby John is an awesome baby. I mean, I would say that he is PRO at being a good baby.. He is very easy to please, and very laid back. I have a really good understanding of his ques already so there is very little crying without a quick solution. He's very easy to love as well, and every day, even the trying ones, I feel incredibly special to have one more newborn attached to me. But, he IS a baby. So, that means every 3-4 hours everything in the house stops...well I stop, which means that everyone's needs do too. It's like John has this tiny, little, invisible remote with only one button - PAUSE!

My most trying moments are with the top three. It IS summertime, which means our typical schedule is very off.  While I am not a fan of homework, learning cursive, or earlly mornings...I, um, CAN'T WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO START!  Whew. Sorry for the yelling but oh my, it's true. It is much easier to have a schedule with the school day - and ummmmm, that also means that my top two kids are away from 8am to 4pm. It's a good break for the both of us.

Raegan is adapting moderatley well (nice, I know). She is not very interested in her baby brother, and in some ways, I think that is good.  Having  to worry about a 3yr old trying to mother him would be one. more. thing.She regressed in her potty training the second week (my first week on my own) but it seems to be correcting itself. She's also struggling with her sleep schedule. She is hit or miss with her naps, and therefore is hit or miss with her bedtime. I am pretty strict with bedtime during the school year, so having all three kids up past 9pm somenights is um, lame. I LIVE for bedtime!! This is probably the most urgent thing for me to straighten out, all selfish kidding aside.

I'm not stressing the hard days too much although they try to make me freak out, hehe. I know that we will adjust, and that we are all a work in progress. Although there may be chaos, and laundry up to the ceiling, and dishes ALWAYS in the sink, I really feel at my most natural caring for John and managing the rest of my kids. That's a really peaceful feeling.

So, thats what I've been up to - it occupies pretty much all 24 hours of my day at the moment. I have a list of my girls to call or to call back. Every day I think of them but haven't been able to make one phone call. It weighs heavy on my heart a bit - but also know that I am blessed with some very special women in my life who understand and respect our friendship. It doesn't mean that I don't miss them terribly or that I don't long to laugh and catch up with them, because I DO. It's on the agenda. Things WILL settle down. If I could just commit to calling one a day, it would make my heart smile....hmmmm....I think I will make that commitment!

It will be interesting for you - and for me - to "watch" how our family adjusts over the next several months. Have I told all of you, how much I appreciate your support of my life through this blog? I love it.  I'm glad you've decided to join me in route to the loony bin.

Blue?

I wonder if Baby John's eyes will be the first to turn to hazel like mine and Wil's...or I wonder if they  will stay blue, or blue green, like...

Uno
Dos

And Tres.



First Dance

Baby John had the first dance of his life to this song! It came across Pandora today and we just had to dance. Yes, I might have a little bit of post-prego emotions happening because well...I got a little teary at sharing one of my favorite songs and his first dance with him. It's moments like those that aren't worth a bazillion dollars. They are priceless!

Friday, July 9, 2010

For the Granny Withers, God Rest her Soul...

There is an old wives tale in my family - handed down from my Great Grandmother Withers - that says you can spot a happy, content, relaxed baby by how he sleeps - arms stretched above his head, legs extended, completely and totally relaxed. Like he's remembering what it was like to sleep on all those clouds in heaven, or something. He doesn't always sleep like this, no, but when he does, I can't help but to remember that sentiment and smile.





Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The Cure All

How could I ever dwell on a rough night with this little guy looking up at me?

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Freeeeeedom! Happy Fourth of July ramblings.

Fourth of July is a special holiday for us. If you do not know why - I've already written about it - so check it out. 

It basically is the anniversary of our son Jakob's miracle. I am truly thankful every day for the love and power of Jesus Christ and the omniscient, faithful promises of God. I am incredibly lucky to have my son still with us - though nearly at age 10 he tries my nerves.... but I'm even thankful in those moments, believe it or not. I'm not going to expand on this too much - as I have done so before in this blog - and I know that at some point, the emotions will creep up and I will be weeping for a minute. Just don't feel like shedding those tears right at the moment....

Anyways!

I hope you all have (and have had) a lovely Fourth of July. There were no fireworks for us this year - hellloooo, baby John is a tiny guy! - but there is always next year. I'm greatful that my sister - in - law took the big kids to a parade yesterday where they had a ton of fun and came home very happy - and with a TON of candy, waters, Frisbees, and beads.

(Though, I have to admit I cringed a little bit when Raegan took the beads, and came down the stairs, shaking her scantily clad booty - wearing only a pull up - and cheering. I can't help but to flash forward 20 years and say a prayer that she gains some modesty. Actually, can you all pray, because welll... I am her mama....)

I am also thankful that my mother - in - law took my oldest two for an overnight last night! It was a nice break just to have the two little ones with us - yes...when you have 4 children, only having two of them = break, fo' sho.

We are heading over there at some point this afternoon for a cook out - should be nice. It will also be Baby John's first 'big' trip (the only other trip was down to my parents which is ohh 5mi away?!) so I have to decide what to take and whatnot....it's been a while since I've had to plan like that. Although - since he IS number four, I know that I dont' have to take every. single. piece. of. baby. stuff. we. have.  (Baby number one would've had a trunk full!)

In all seriousness - the Fourth of July serves as a reminder of all that has been sacrificed by our American Men and Women for - YOU and I.  We are incredibly lucky to have the freedoms, rights and security we utilize daily. It is because of them, and those before them, that we are able to enjoy our daily life. So, THANK YOU!

As we think about freedom, I also have a heart, full of thankfulness,  for the freedom from Sin and Death that I've been granted as a follower of Jesus. He made the ultimate sacrifice so that we may live free of the sin that tries to tangle us daily and that we might have his ever flowing, constant  forgiveness.  His love is so powerful, and his promises so true, that I can't imagine living without them. My wish for you would be for you to experience that freedom as well.

Ok, Ok, Ok. I should probably 'zip it' at this point....John is sleeping, Raegan is watching Nick Jr, and I am pretty positive that Wilo is exercising his Right to Sleep freedom at the moment. It's noon. We gotta get this show on the road!

Happy Fourth!

Prolly not the last time...

This will mark the first blog post typed with a baby sleeping in my arms. It's actually the first time I've sat at the computer with him at all, now that I think about it. Shocking, I KNOW!

It's easy peasy to type, email, and browse while holding a little one. I actually worked from home - with Raegan on my lap -  following her birth, and it wasn't too difficult at all. The plan only fails as they become older and gain tooooo much curiosity about the sounds they hear from the keyboard and computer almost mesmerized by the lights from the monitor.

(I find it funny that Wil comes around the corner just this very second and goes - Oh! there you are, I was wondering where you and he were... Lord Melissa, you know that's why our kids are savvy computer users, right?" Perfect timing with that comment considering how I started this post. Toooo funny.)

Anyways. I have a couple things I want write and share with you. Stuff like - my thoughts on going from 3 to 4 children,  how great it is has been to have Wilo home on vacation - how the big kids are spending their Fourth of July. Things of that routine nature. They will be finished shortly, I'm sure.  Well...Maybe.

It's just that I've been wayyy to occupied with something else.

Like...Ohhhh, I don't know...falling madly in love with this guy....








 




P.S.  Induldge me as I spoil you with pictures of our lovely John over the next few weeks. Or Months. Or years. Smitten much, Meli? 

Yes, Yes I am.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Go, Go, Google! My tale of John's arrival.

It's hard to believe this time last week I was sitting at this computer, using Google to answer: "How do you know if your water broke?"

Yes, you read that correctly! Mom of FOUR - using Google search to determine if my water did indeed break. I find this VERY amusing. But, cut me some slack! I might be a pro at making and delivering babies but my water never broke on it's own! AND, it was sooo not like I saw in the movies - no big gush, no huge puddle, no OH MY GOSH - GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL NOW! exclamations. Nope, none of that. Just a tiny, weeny, small trickle every time I stood up from sitting or laying. Not even ONE contraction. None! How weird is that?

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on - but thanks to GOOGLE!, I decided I should probably go to the hospital. I woke up Wilo with, "Hey, I think my water is breaking...maybe...." and his response... "Ok, did you make coffee?".  Um, Seriously? My water is breaking and you want coffee?! Where's the urgency? Where is the HOLY CRAP! MELISSA IS HAVING A BABY frantic-ness of years past? Oh yeah, thats right, this is the fourth go at this - water breaking or not, we knew that we didn't have to panic and that nothing was happening anytime soon.

So,  Daddy had some coffee, while I made the appropriate "I think my water MIGHT have broke" calls and shipped my big kids off to my parents. (They were so wicked excited about finalllllly being able to go spend 3 interrupted days at their mamaw's and papaws - it was like a mini vacation to them). We then made our way to the hospital.

After a very quick exam and a quick look in a microscope, it was determined that my water did indeed break, and I heard the most amazing words I had heard in several weeks: "Well, Melissa, since your water broke, we can't let you go home. We will have to induce you - so looks like you will be having a baby today!"


YIPPIE SKIPPIE!

Seriously, we were both on cloud nine when we heard the news - like two kids who had just been told they were going to an amusement park or that they could have ice cream for dinner. We were goofy and silly and excited. We were having fun. I'm not kidding - we laughed so much.



To sum up the next several hours - The nurses started the pitocin and waited for my labor to start. I was only dilated to 3 when we began (you need to be at 10 to deliver for you baby noobs) and it took forevvvvveeerrrr for my labor to progress. (That was one of the reasons I had wanted to avoid an induction - I would have rather been up, walking, and bringing on those contractions versus laying in a bed, invalid just waiting).

Alas, 6 hours and an epidural later, I asked for the nurse to check me again - and I was disappointed to hear that I was only at 6cm. I had been put on oxygen at that point (a common practice for induced labors, the oxygen was for the baby who wasn't quite ready to make the venture down) and was annoyed. She left the room, and told me to hang in there - but that we still had a ways to go. I was to call her if I felt any consistent pressure and if my "IT'S TIME TO PUSH" instincts kicked in. Well....Ten minutes later.... I made the call.

I had gone from 6cm to 10cm in TEN MINUTES. (Praise the good lord for the epidural, because I can only imagine how freaking awful that would have been if I could've felt it. The nurses said my contracts were 2 1/2 minutes long at that point, coming every 1min apart. GEEEEEZE.)

Five minutes, and 2 pushes later, we heard..."IT'S A BOY!"




My baby quatro was finally here and he was a HE!

Whether it is your first, second, third or FOURTH child, there is something so incredibly amazing about seeing your baby for the first time. It's literally breath taking, overwhelmingly emotional, and oh so special. I cried so many tears of joy for this beautiful baby that I had waited so very long for - he was perfect and healthy. He looked soooo much like Raegan - it was very surreal. All my kids resemble each other, but it was crazy how identical he looked to his bigger sister....with one noticeable difference. WE HAD A BOY!!



(We would've loved a little girl so much too, but a boy - wowza! - it had been ten years since our last fellow - and we were now 'even' in the family).

My recovery was fast and problem free - and 24 hours later - we were home, starting our life together.

I am so happy he is here, you have no idea. Not only because I'm not a grumpy, huge, over due pregnant lady but because we have the most purest source of joy flooding our home. Everyone feels it, everyone embraces it.

Thank you John, for arriving right on your own time and bringing such a special element to our family. I'm sorry for calling you a little shit a million times while I was waiting for you to come...you totally taught your impatient mama how sweet it is when the anticipation turns into such a sweet reality.