John was 20 pounds, 3 ounces and 29 inches long at his 6th month check up yesterday. And the doctor mentioned how happy he was, which seems to be a common theme. Except, of course, when he's hungry & tired. He's not quite sitting up yet, but he loves to roll around. He's the perfect little addition to our family. These past six months have been so fun. It's especially sweet to see him & James interact. I can't wait until they can play together. Thank you Lord for blessing us with sweet Johnjohn. You are so kind & gracious to us!
Monday, August 29, 2016
Wow, it's been so long since I've blogged that I almost forgot how to create a new entry! Not to mention I'm a little late on posting this.
Well, Wednesday, June 29th started out like the rest of the days leading up to it, lots of back pain and a pretty bad limp. Basically I didn't go anywhere a week or two before John was born because I was practically a gimp. It wasn't just a waddle, I was dragging my left leg everywhere. I can laugh about it now, but it was pretty painful! I became pretty good friends with my chiro during that time since I went as much as possible. Now I know why, John was basically 2 pounds bigger than James. I had a 8.5 pound bowling ball just loving on my left hip.
I was having contractions all through out the night ranging from 5 to 10 minutes apart. I texted my OB that morning & she said you're welcome to stop by Labor & Delivery and we can monitor you. I kept going back & forth. I kept talking myself out of it because I knew I would get to there and hardly be dilated. Jordan's mom happened to be watching James that day, so Jordan said it wouldn't hurt to go & get monitor, let's just go with the expectation that it might be nothing & you can come home & rest. So, we went! Thankfully, when I got there I was dilated to a 3, which was more than I thought. By the time my OB got there & checked me I was a 4. She told me, "You're here for good until that baby arrives!" Praise the Lord! I didn't really want to be sent home since the contractions were getting pretty painful.
The anesthesiologist wouldn't be there for a couple more hours, so I asked the nurses if I could get any other pain meds until he arrived. So, they gave me some stadol. I think they remembered me from James' birth because they didn't give me as high of a dose this time. I was pretty crazy after they gave it to me last time. I received the epidural around 2 pm. This was the only time I remember the stadol really affecting me. When I was about to receive the epidural, I got really scared & almost refused it. I was afraid that something would go wrong with it & I would get paralyzed or something crazy to that effect. It seemed out of character for me because I had talked about how I wanted an epidural all pregnancy long. So I blame my fears & tears on the stadol :)
An hour after getting the epidural, I had only progressed to 5 cm. The doctor then decided to give me pitocin to speed up the process. The OB checked me a couple hours later (around 5 pm) after her day was over at her office & I was a 6 cm. I was thinking that I wouldn't have John until midnight because I wasn't progressing as fast as I thought. Around 7ish, Jordan's dad brought James to the hospital & everyone burgers for dinner. Meanwhile, my doctor came back to check me and told me "You're complete!" I replied, "Wait, what does that mean?!" "It's time to push!" she said. I was in shock, I couldn't believe I had went from a 6 to a 10 in an hour. Jordan shoved down his dinner & came back into the room. After 3 contractions, and 8 minutes of pushing he was here! Another shocker, I couldn't believe how fast it went! I pushed for 30 minutes with James. However, I was a lot more with it this time since I wasn't so high on stadol. The Lord was so gracious. I thought James' birth went so well, and this one was just as smooth if not smoother. I cannot thank the nurses, my OB & all those who were there enough. Love you all!
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Two years, really? I know it sounds cliche, but that flew by! He is getting tall and losing that baby fat. I kind of miss his little chubs. He is going to preschool two days a week at First United Methodist, which he LOVES. He is so outgoing and loves being around other kids--he cried the first day I picked him up because he didn't want to leave.
Since I've lasted posted, which was fifteen months, he has been saying a lot more words, learning his colors & numbers. He LOVES his daddy. Every time he hears the garage door open, he yells "daddy" because he thinks daddy is home. It's precious. He is also obsessed with his cousin, Ethan who he sees every Wednesday at Grandmom & Grandfather's house. I don't know what it is, but he loves playing with the older kids.