Thursday, August 10, 2017

Wren at 6 months


At 6 months.....

  • Weight: 15 lbs 13 oz (42nd percentile) and Height: 2' 1" (15th percentile)  She has gotten so chunky and we love it!  She has the cutest little baby rolls.  
  • We just started her on solids and she LOVES them.  It's been so sad to eat in front of her because she just watches you with her mouth wide open.  She's had squash, sweet potatoes, green beans, and carrots and has loved all of them!
  • She's really good at rolling over and thinks it's the funnest thing on the world...until she doesn't know how to roll back over.  Haha.  
  • Rolling over made bedtime kind of  a nightmare for a few weeks.  We had to stop swaddling her which was really rough for a few nights, but now she just rolls over on her tummy and self soothes.She started getting up again in the middle of the night to eat, but once she started on solids that has stopped and she usually sleeps 10-11 hours!  
  • She's happiest in the morning and loves to just babble and coo.  She has started to be very vocal and we love it!  She loves to talk to her toys.  It's the cutest thing ever.  She grabs her toy and stares at it while just babbling and sometimes yelling at it.  
  • Trey is still the favorite and gets the most smiles by far!  As always, she loves to be loved.  She would be happy being held all day long.  If she's not being held, she's on the floor on her tummy, rolling across the room to get what she wants.
  • She really only cries when she is hungry, tired, or has a dirty diaper.  She does get fussy at times, but she is pretty easy to soothe and just so sweet.      
We get told by family members all the time how lucky we are to have such good babies.  We love our little miss and can't believe how fast these first 6 months have gone by!

Wren at 5 months




Wren is a doll and we absolutely adore her!  At 5 months...
  • She eats 4-6 oz every 2-3 hours.  She's a snacker and likes her food!  We always joke that "It's not easy keeping up these fat rolls!"  
  • It's so sad to eat in front of her.  She smacks her lips ans looks at you like "uhh, I would like some!"  We've given her rice cereal and she loved it despite the fact that 90% of it ended up all over her face and clothes.  Haha.  
  • She still sleeps like a champ!  She's woken up a few times in the middle of the night to eat, but always goes back down and usually sleeps until 7:30 to 8:00.  Such a dream baby!  
  • She takes pretty good naps which is so nice.  She'll usually be up for an hour or so and then go back down for a 2-3 hour morning nap.  It's been nice to have some one on one time with Trey in the mornings.  
  • Speaking of Trey, she absolutely adores him!  He is by far her favorite person and he makes her laugh the most.  We haven't been able to pinpoint what makes her laugh as it's different every time, but Trey can get her to laugh more easily than anyone else.
  • She as discovered her feet and it's the funnest thing to watch.  She loves to grab onto her toes and just sit there rolled up into a ball.  
  • She loves to lay on her play mat and grab her toys.  Most of the time she is content just laying on a blanket and being talked to.  
  • She's started to like the swing and loves to sit in it and listen to music.
  • She is pretty quiet most of the time but has started this "shouting match" way of speaking and it's hilarious.  If she wants your attention she sure knows how to get it.  
  • We all kind of have our own little nicknames for her.  I call her honey, little miss, and sweetheart most of the time.  Trey calls her baby Wren.  Dave likes to call her Wren-a-roo.  We always sing the Winnie the Pooh song but change the lyrics to "Roo bear, Wrenny the Roo bear". 
She really is so happy and content.  We got lucky with her!

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Wren at 4 months



Wren is such a sweetheart and an amazing baby.  Everyone always comments on how calm and sweet she is.  Wren loves to be loved.  It's as simple as that.  She loves to be talked to and snuggled.

At four months....

  • Started sleeping 10-12 hour stretches!  WOO!!!  We start her bedtime routine at around 8:00 and she is usually down by 8:30-9:00.  We still swaddle her, but she sleeps great and usually doesn't wake up until 7:30 the following morning!  
  • She is so happy in the morning and loves to be talked to.  She smiles so much and we love it!  Sometimes you really have to work for those smiles, but they are worth it!
  • She's started reaching for things and concentrates so hard on grabbing and holding on to things.  It's really sad because she gets visibly frustrated and angry when she can't do something.  Once she get's a hold of something she'll hold on for dear life and never let go as if to say "AHA!!  I got ya!"  She stares it down with such concentration and then gets really mad when she lets go and can't reach it again.  Haha.  I think she was born with my patience (or lack thereof) for things that are difficult for her. 
  • She's getting better at tummy time and is getting really strong.  She has no desire to roll over though.
  • She still despises the car (at least when it's not moving) and we avoid drive thru's at all costs because of it.  
  • She's starting to get more vocal which is so fun.  She likes to squeal and make shouting noises.  Haha.  That's the best way I can describe it.  When she cries, she makes an audible "mama" sound, so I'm counting it as her first word. ;)  
  • She still loves the bath and loves to furiously kick her legs and splash.
We comment a lot on how good of a baby she is.  She is adored by so many and we just can't get enough of her.  We think back on her first few days so much and are so grateful for the strong, sweet little girl she is now!  What a difference four months makes!

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Wren at 3 months


  • Weighs 12 pounds 15 oz
  • Eats 3-4 oz every 2-3 hours.  She still prefers to snack on an ounce here and there.  
  • Sleeps so well.  We were blessed with two good sleepers and we are so grateful.  We keep a pretty strict routine since that's what we found worked with Trey, and so far it's been wonderful.  We still call it "tubby, baba, seepy nigh night" time.  We have no life outside our children...lol.  She's ready for a bath at around 8:00 and is usually down by 9:00.  She does still wake up at least once to eat, usually between 5:00 and 6:00, but then she goes back down until 7:00.  It is SO NICE to have somewhat of an expectation for nighttime.  Obviously it's not always perfect, but she does really well.  
  • Naps pretty consistently every 2-3 hours.  She still prefers to be swaddled to sleep, but will sometimes put herself to sleep without it. One of these days I'll get brave and try putting her to bed at night without swaddling.  She's a pretty light sleeper and wakes easily.
  • HATES tummy time.  I try to put her on her tummy at least twice a day, but after 2-3 minutes she starts screaming.  Of course her cries win us over and we turn her over.
  • She has a love/hate relationship with the car.  She's pretty content and happy as long as you're moving.  The second you stop the car she freaks out.  Trey often remarks that "Wren does not like the red lights" because she cries as soon as you stop and then stops crying as soon as you start up again.  And don't even try taking her through a drive thru.  I've never heard her cry harder than when she has to sit in the drive thru.  She really can be quite the little diva.  Haha
  • All joking aside, Wren is truly a sweet baby.  That's the adjective I feel describes her best.  She LOVES to be held and snuggled.
  • Her favorite time of day is first thing in the morning.  She is so smilely and loves to talk to us.  She's pretty quiet compared to Trey at this age, but she has the sweetest little coos.  
  • Trey always calls her "baby Wren" and it melts my heart everytime.  We often refer to her as Little Miss, sweetheart, and Wrenny-Roo.  

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Wren at 2 months


  • Started giving smiles voluntarily.  She's the happiest in the morning right when she wakes up.  It's the sweetest little smile.  She gives her grandma's the most smiles with Daddy coming in at a close second. 
  • Is slowly finding her voice.  She makes little coos here and there, but mostly just likes to listen to people talk to her.  
  • Loves bath time.  It's a surefire way to get her to calm down at night (her fussiest time).
  • We finally have somewhat of a nighttime routine, and it is so nice.  We usually give her a bath at 8:30 and then she's usually down for the night between 9:00 and 10:00.  She usually wakes up between 3:00 and 4:00 am to eat, and then goes right back down until 7:00-8:00.  Did I mention how nice it is!?  Her schedule loving parents are in heaven!  Haha.
  • We found out early on that she prefers to be swaddled.  Such a change for us.  Trey HATED being swaddled so I'm surprised we even tried it.  I'm glad we did because it calms her down. She gets really overwhelmed at night and starts waving her arms uncontrollably, so she can't calm down.  She fights it at first and then quickly settles down and usually stays swaddled all night.  
  • She slept in a little bassinet for the first 6 weeks but sleeps in her crib every night now.
  • Eats 2-4 oz every 2-3 hours.  She likes to snack and acts like she is dying of starvation, then is content after 1 oz. Silly girl.
  • Has the silliest fake cry.  It's so dramatic and Dave and I can't help but laugh when she uses it.  
  • She's a pretty content baby...until she doesn't want to be. Haha.  She really only cries when she needs something, but oh my, when she needs something, she needs it NOW!       
  • She looks so much like Trey.  It's crazy to me how similar they look.  We often joke that she is the girl version of Trey.
  • She kept most of her hair and it's coming in pretty red.  We're thinking it will be strawberry blonde.  She has a ton of little tufts of hair in the back with pretty much nothing on top!  Haha.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

One Month Old Wren

Wren is one month old, and we're so glad to have that month behind us.  She was on oxygen for 3 weeks, but is officially done with it!  YAY!!  It feels so great to not have to deal with all of that.  Now we can just enjoy our sweet little babe.  Wren at one month...


  • Weighs 7 lbs 11 oz
  • Is 20.5 inches tall
  • Wears newborn clothes.  Anything else is HUGE on her.  Especially pants.  If they aren't newborn sized, they just fall off her nonexistent hips.  Haha.
  • She's a pretty content baby and usually only cries when she's hungry or needs to be changed.  She has her fussy moments (around 8:00 pm to midnight), but she's pretty easily soothed.
  • Isn't really down to a nighttime schedule yet, but she'll surprise us with 4-5 hour stretches sometimes, and it's awesome!
  • LOVES to be cuddled and held.
  • Gets hiccups all the time and HATES them.
  • Won't take a binky...just like Trey.  She's found her thumb a few times, but doesn't really use it like Trey did.
  • Has a REALLY hard time waking up.  It will take her a good 20 to 30 minutes to wake up from a nap and she grunts and cries the whole time, but never opens her eyes.  

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

The Birth Story: Part Four



As soon as she was born they took her away.  I was devastated that I wasn't able to do immediate skin to skin, but she had had a bowel movement in the womb and was covered in meconium.  She didn't make a sound, even minutes after she'd been born, and it was terrifying.  She had swallowed meconium in the womb and being born at 36 weeks her lungs weren't completely developed.  After working on her for a few minutes they brought her over to me.  I was able to hold her for about 30 seconds while they explained to me that she was having problems breathing and they were taking her over to the nicu.  




Don't you love my "Hey...I was woken up by my water breaking and didn't even bring a comb" hair?  Haha  


She was so beautiful and reminded me so much of Trey, but she was so quiet.  It was such a mixture of emotions.  I felt FANTASTIC physically right after giving birth.  I had prepared for that natural birth and I've got to be honest, I felt like a rockstar.  The pain had completely gone away and I felt great, but I was so worried about her (and Dave...I knew he'd been stressed to the max through that delivery...and now having to worry about her).  All I wanted was to help her and be with her and Dave, but I couldn't. They took her away, and Dave went with her.  

I had tore just a little bit during delivery and needed to be stitched up (which honestly seemed more uncomfortable than the actual birth).  The on-call doctor had arrived at this point and helped stitch me up while the nurse talked me through some paperwork.  Then, it was like all of sudden, everything was cleaned up and I was left alone.  I'm sure I was only by myself in that room for a minute or so, but it felt like forever and was so strange.  Here I had just had a baby and there was all this chaos, and now I was sitting in this room all by myself.  No baby. No husband. No doctors or nurses. 

I had yet to see Wren for longer than a minute or so and just wanted to be with her.  After what seemed like forever they wheeled me over to the nicu and I finally got to see her.  They had her on a warming bed and she had a bunch of tubes down her throat and oxygen on her face and wires all over her.  It was truly the saddest thing I've ever seen and I just broke down.  I couldn't hold her, so I just sat there stroking her hands.  We were told that she was doing well, and that she just needed some help breathing due to being born 4 weeks early and swallowing meconium during delivery.  She was not staying in the nicu, but they were sending her to the TLC nursery which is just a special unit next to the postpartum nursery where babies can be closely watched and monitored.




I was taken to my room while they transferred her to the TLC unit.  Once all was settled, I walked to the TLC unit to try to feed her.  That was the best thing ever about going natural.  I was obviously sore, but I could walk and felt pretty great.  Thank goodness my recovery was so good, because that's really the only positive thing I can remember from her first week.  I had had such a horrible experience breastfeeding with Trey, but wanted to give it another try.  She was a champ and latched right on...thank goodness!  We were told we had to supplement with a high calorie formula because she was premature, but we were fine with that.  After her first feeding I went back to my recovery room and had to leave her there.  It was so weird to not have her with me.  

After the whirlwind of the morning, I finally got settled in my recovery room.  Our families had come to visit us and to see Wren but we weren't able to show her to them, except through the glass window to the TLC unit.  We had been told by the nicu nurses and doctors to be extremely cautious with visitors.  She was born 4 weeks early, having respiratory problems, swallowed meconium during delivery, AND I was gbs positive and wasn't able to get a full does of antibiotics before she was born, so they were worried that she may have gotten an infection during delivery.  ANY kind of infection, even the slightest cold would be a serious problem for her; so we limited those that could see her to Dave and I.  Dave was feeling sick, so he himself didn't even hold her until she was a week old!

It was really hard to not let anyone see or hold her in person.  I was devastated.  All you want to do when you have a baby is show them off because you love them so much, and they are so beautiful and everyone has been looking forward to meeting them...And although it's petty, I was so sad that we couldn't get any pictures of her with Trey at the hospital.  No "first time meeting the sibling" pictures, or "first time with grandma and grandpa" pictures...it just sucked.  But we had to put our trust in the doctors and do what was in the best interest of Wren.

Later that evening when everything had settled, I sat in my recovery room and it was like everything just hit me at once.  I had this overwhelming feeling of guilt and I felt responsible for the mess that we were in.  (And isn't that sad???  That the birth of our daughter just felt like a gigantic mess?).  I began to go over my pregnancy in my mind looking for things I could have done differently to fix it.  "I should have eaten better and exercised more"..."I shouldn't have picked up Trey as much"..."Maybe I should have gone on maternity leave sooner...maybe my job stressed me out too much"..."I shouldn't have done this or this or I should have done this..."  I felt terrible and was mad at myself that I couldn't keep her in longer.  I like to have things planned, so I was completely out of my element.  This WAS NOT how her life was supposed to start.  

During those first few days, I had serious moments of denial where I thought "Ok, if I just would have done this then I wouldn't have gone into labor and I'd still be pregnant.  Ok..let's do that...I can still fix this."  It's hard to explain, but I just did not want to accept the fact that my baby wasn't doing well.  I wanted to fix it, but there really wasn't anything I could do.  Not to mention, I knew Dave was also feeling pretty much everything I was feeling AND he was driving to and from the hospital and home, making sure Trey was being taken care of, and taking care of me. It was quite honestly the worst week of our lives and I don't ever want to relive it again.  


We knew that we had to stay in the hospital for at least three days since I was gbs positive.  And so began her first week...every 2-3 hours I would walk to the TLC unit to feed Wren and then return to my room to pump.  She was a really good eater, but struggled with her breathing during feedings.  It was like she just could not get the "suck, swallow, breathe" pattern down.  She would eat and then just forget to breathe.  She was hooked up to a monitor that would show her oxygen levels and they would just plummet every time she started eating.  It was horrifying.  I kept having to kind of "jostle" her to get her to wake up and remember to breathe.  Feedings took at least an hour or more because we had to pause so much.  It was exhausting both physically and emotionally.  I tried so hard to stay positive those first few days, but it was hard.  It was definitely a roller coaster of emotions.  She would seem to do so well, and then the next day just get worse and worse.  She was wearing herself out trying to eat and her poor lungs were working overtime just to breathe.  

She hadn't been on any oxygen while in the TLC unit and after a few days she just wasn't getting any better.  When she was three days old they decided to admit her to the nicu.  I had been discharged from the hospital, but was thankfully able to stay in my room and pay a daily fee to rent the room.  I couldn't imagine going home and leaving her there, especially since I was nursing her every 3 hours. Once admitted to the nicu, she was put on oxygen and did so much better.  She was able to eat and her oxygen levels would stay constant.


At this point, my body was done.  I hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time for four days and I'd been living in a hospital room with nothing to do but walk to and from the nicu to feed Wren and pump.  I missed Trey terribly and honestly just wanted to GET OUT OF THERE!!  I decided to go home for the night to try to get some sleep and just de-stress a little bit.  It was really hard going home without our baby, but I HAD to get out of that hospital room. The next morning we drove up to the hospital and were told that she was doing great on the oxygen and that she was being discharged.  It was like a mixture of "Hooray!  We get to go home!"  and "What?  You're sending her home?  But she can't breathe!"  We received all the training for her oxygen and monitors and just like that, we were out of there!


We were so grateful to finally be home.  It took a good few days, but we seemed to finally find our groove and her oxygen tubing and monitors became just another part of our day.  We are so SO grateful for our families who helped us out those first few weeks.  Trey had been sick and was unable to be home with us, so he pretty much lived with both grandparents for three weeks after she was born.  We relied heavily on both mine and Dave's families and honestly could not have gotten through her first few weeks without them.  Little miss Wren came with some drama for sure, but she is the sweetest little thing, and we love her to pieces.


Saturday, February 25, 2017

The Birth Story: Part Three

Upon realizing that my water had broken I had a huge rush of adrenaline.  "Oh no...oh... crap...why???  Now??  REALLY???  I'm only 36 weeks!  This is the worst timing EVER!!"  But I knew that none of that mattered now.  I was so surprised because I hadn't been having any contractions.  At least nothing that woke me up.  And I certainly knew what to look for this time because I had been having braxton hicks contractions for weeks.  

I immediately found Dave on the couch and calmly told him "Uh...hey.  Sorry to wake you, but my water just broke."  He shot up off of the couch faster than anything I'd ever seen. Probably not the most peaceful way to be waking up.  Haha.  

It was 5:00 am Sunday morning.  I was so glad that it wasn't in the middle of the night.  Thankfully I had started packing the hospital bag the day prior, but "started" constituted a take home outfit for baby and some items I thought I might like for labor.  No clothes for me or Dave, no toiletries...I quickly got dressed and stuffed a bunch of crap in the hospital bag.  Dave woke up Trey (poor thing) and called his parents, who thankfully were able to meet us at the hospital.  Our drive to the hospital was pretty uneventful.  I had a few contractions here and there, but nothing too painful and I could certainly talk through them.  I called my parents (4:00 am Mesquite time)... and with a little chuckle told my mom that my water had broke.  So much for waiting for them to get home from their trip to have the baby.  

We arrived to the hospital at about 5:40 am.  When we drove up to park, Trey was wide awake and remarked "NO...I don't want to go to Walmart!"  Haha.  He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he was happy to see "ama Jo".  We said goodbye to our little boy and headed up to labor and delivery.  Once in triage, we found out that I was dilated to a four and having consistent contractions.  I got all changed in my *awesome* hospital nightgown...hate those things, and tried my best to prepare myself mentally for labor.  Contractions were coming every 3 to 5 minutes at this point and were definitely uncomfortable.  I couldn't believe how different it was from my labor with Trey.

My doctor was out of town...yay...so they contacted the on call doctor and got me all set up in my labor and delivery room.  I'm not quite sure, but I believe it was about 7:00 am by this time.  I knew I was gbs positive so I had to be put on antibiotics during labor.  Once the iv was set I was able to be off the bed which brought huge relief to me.  Laying down during labor was by far the most painful position for me.  They asked if I wanted an epidural but I knew that I wanted to go without any pain medication.   And just like that it was like "Ok...we're actually doing this.  Hopefully all these months of preparation will pay off."  

I spent the majority of my labor standing up and pacing the room.  Each time a contraction came, I would just bury my face in Dave's chest and focus on my breathing.  I had read over and over how important it was to stay relaxed and not tense up during contractions, so that's all I could think about.  It's definitely easier said than done, but that's what got me through it.  Dave was so great and supportive. We had been in our labor and delivery room for about an hour when the nurse returned to hook me up to the monitors again.  At this point, I was seriously doubting myself.  I remember thinking "Oh my goodness, I was only four centimeters when we got here, and it's only been one hour!...I can't possibly do this." I could not get comfortable and it seemed like the contractions were coming one on top of the other.  After hooking me back up to the monitors, the nurse left and I. was. done.  The next contraction came and I just leaned across the bed and cried.  I tried so hard to breathe through them but it seemed impossible and I was exhausted.  I am so grateful for Dave.  He was so kind and would calmly just whisper to me that I WAS doing it and that it would be over soon.

All of a sudden I felt like I was going to be sick.  I knew I was getting close.  I had relied on Dave so much through each contraction, but at this point I was like "STOP!  Don't touch me."  Haha.  I felt so bad, but it was seriously like I was having an out of body experience.  The next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees on the hospital floor telling Dave that he needed to get the nurse because I HAD to push.  I'm not sure how long it took (Dave would tell you too long)...but the nurse finally came in and was like "Oh my...you should not be on the floor!"  Dave helped me up on the bed and the nurse checked me and calmly said "Oh yeah, you're ready."  I remember thinking "Yeah, no shit I'm ready.  She's coming. Like now."  (After the fact, Dave remarked to me that he couldn't believe she even checked me because the baby was CLEARLY coming.  Lol.)

They called the on-call doctor, but there was no way that he was going to make it.  My body was having this baby.  I could not NOT push.  I remember being so annoyed because the nurses were all calm and like "Oh sweetie...don't push.  Just breath."  I was ACTIVELY trying not to push, but it was just not working.  A doctor finally walked in and literally right when he sat down, she was born.  It was so surreal.  No one was expecting it to go that fast.  It was definitely a dramatic few hours.  She was born at 8:44 am, less than 4 hours after my water had broken that morning.  


6 lbs 7 oz 19.5 inches long

Thursday, February 23, 2017

The Birth Story: Part Two


34 weeks pregnant

January 28th was a Saturday; and like most Saturdays preceding it, Trey spent the day at the Bland's while I went crazy scrubbing the house.  Because third trimester body + cleaning + toddler "help" just does NOT mix.  Thankfully we could get some stuff done while Trey spent the day at Grandma and Grandpa's which is basically the equivalent of Disneyland in Trey's eyes.  

I spent the day cleaning and resting.  I never really got to that "Oh my gosh, I'm done being pregnant" point with Trey, but it was seriously reaching that point this time.  Everything hurt and I couldn't eat a grain of rice without getting horrible heartburn.  I truly love being pregnant because I consider it such a blessing, but I was tired.  I wanted to take advantage of the "toddler free" time though, so I sought out to get as much done as possible.  I spent a good 2 to 3 hours writing a detailed weekly schedule for my long term sub, and I even started packing the hospital bag!

My parents were out of town in Mesquite and my mother had joked with me all week "You better not have that baby!"  This became a usual topic of discussion since no one thought I'd make it to my due date.  Trey was two weeks early, so we figured we'd be having a Valentine's baby.  We joked about it all the time and each week Dave would ask "How many weeks are we?  How many weeks was Trey when he was born?"  Then, he'd do the math..."4 more weeks...3 mores weeks...sigh"  Haha.  We were so excited for her to come; but I'm not going to lie, we were freaking out a bit.  Trey's first few months were SO HARD. (and no...I haven't forgotten how hard they were.) To be frank, we were not looking forward to the possibility of THAT again.  We love our little Treyby to pieces, but oh my word were his first few months awful.

I went and picked up Trey from the Bland's and per usual, he fell asleep on the way home.  I was so tired, we just put him straight to bed and I went to bed early.  Dave did his usual "musical beds routine" lol.  We are both such light sleepers and my big, fat, snoring pregnant body had Dave looking for peaceful sleep elsewhere.  Haha.  

Restful nights of sleep had been long gone for weeks and this night was no different.  After about the bajillionth time of turning over in bed to find comfort, I felt a trickle...and immediately thought, "Oh great...that's just wonderful...so we've reached THAT stage of pregnancy now...peeing my pants uncontrollably."  I heaved myself out of bed and immediately felt a gush.  Again "Great, now I have urine all over my sheets AND my carpet...awesome!"  I go to the bathroom and instantly realized what had happened, and distinctly remember thinking "Well, crap...that wasn't supposed to happen."   

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Wren Evelyn Bland: A Birth Story, Part 1



Since before getting pregnant a second time, I've often thought about and researched having my subsequent babies naturally.  Trey's birth was fine, and I feel like it went exactly as it needed to; but there were things about it that I just really didn't like and wanted to try to avoid the second time around.  After having Trey, I KNEW that there was no such thing as a "planned" labor and delivery.  Things are just going to go the way they go, and you just need to roll with it.  Knowing this, when I found out I was pregnant again, I set out to learn as much about natural birth as possible.  I spent my entire pregnancy researching everything and anything I could find.  I figured that even though you can't really plan how your labor is going to go, education never hurt anybody.  And so for the first few months of pregnancy I toyed with the idea of going natural.  I had very mixed reactions from family and friends.  Most scoffed at the mere mention of natural delivery and thought I was crazy, but some were very supportive and those that I had talked to whom had had a natural delivery swore by it.  After discussing it with Dave, I committed myself to having a natural delivery but also had to "be real" and understood that if interventions needed to happen that it would be okay.  After all, the only thing that really matters is a healthy baby.

As her due date approached, I went into frantic nesting mode.  I am a planner through and through, and so my nights and weekends were spent doing all things "baby".  Change is not something I deal with well so I was determined to be as ready as possible to have this baby.  I knew what was coming (possibly ANOTHER screaming, colicky baby for months....ugh...), and wanted the smoothest transition possible.  Haha.  Just typing that out makes me feel like the biggest control freak ever, but alas; we are who we are.  

January came (worst month EVER) and I was feeling pretty good.  I continued to teach part time and things were coming together nicely at home.  Her room was all set up, clothes cleaned and put away, decorations up, etc.  I pretty much spent the entire month of January preparing my sub plans for maternity leave.  Nothing stresses me out more than leaving someone in a lurch because I wasn't prepared.  My teaching partner was leaving on a week long trip so I was planning on covering for her; giving myself a whole week to finish up preparations and meet with my long term sub.  It was perfect timing! 

I had been having braxton hicks contractions for weeks and they were so new to me.  I NEVER felt anything like that with Trey and although they were super irregular, those things hurt!  I had gone to my 34 week appointment and was told that I was dilated to a one, but that they weren't really doing anything, so not to worry.  My doctor was leaving to go out of town at the end of the month and joked that there was only one week that I wasn't allowed to have the baby. I scoffed and said "Yeah, that's a whole month early.  Pretty sure we won't have to worry about that. Haha." 

18 months

 WE HAVE AN 18 MONTH OLD.  It's weird.  He's like a little person with a personality and stuff.  It's wonderful and exhausting and terrifying all at once.

Trey at 18 months

  • So SO busy.  He never stops moving.  This kid is go, go, go all day long.  And why walk when you can run?  Because of this, he pretty much has a bruise on his forehead all the time. He seems to be the perfect height to hit everything in his path.
  • Can say so many things!  He knows baba, dada, mama (he finally knows what this means, and will actually say it for me!), caca (all time favorite word right there), nana, bompa and boma (grandpa and grandma), bee (what he calls his blankets), kitty, baby, broom, please, out, car, blue, purple, keys, Carlie, outside, eyes, balloon, spoon, cookie, two, cracker, Mike, hotdog...I'm sure there's more.  It seems like he's learning new words every day!
  • He is OBSESSED with trash cans (caca's).  He can spot them everywhere we go.  It doesn't matter how small or large, he knows where the nearest caca is and lets you know over and over.
  • He loves to clean and would be happy playing with a broom all day.  We joked that he should have been a janitor for Halloween, because he is obsessed with cleaning supplies.
  • Loves to watch Curious George.  We let him watch it a while back when he was sick and he loves it.  He won't really sit and watch anything else, but he'd watch Curious George for hours if we let him.  
  • LOVES his Grandparents.  It's obvious we are not the favorite around here.  He gets SO upset when we have to leave, or they have to go.  It's so sad.  We love you too buddy!  I promise we're cool too!  :)  Seriously though...I'm so glad that we live so close to both sets of parents.  We do a lot with them and Trey loves it!
  • Is still such an inquisitive little boy.  He loves to watch other kids and take it all in.  He thinks he's much older than he is and always wants to play with the big kids.
  • Takes one nap a day (2 hours if we're lucky!)
  • Still sleeps through the night most nights.  Teething likes to get in the way of a full nights sleep.  :)
  • Loves books and definitely has his favorites.  It's funny to watch him search through all of his books (of which he has plenty...you can never have too many, right?) He always goes back to the same two or three.  "Go, Dogs. Go!" is his current favorite. 
  • We found out he is allergic to cinnamon.  What a weird allergy, right?

We love him so much! He's such a happy little boy and brings so much joy into our home.