The avengers
I asked him what was up with the hat? "It is cool mom" ok..
Just because my husband is cute
THOR!!
Chillin'
Birthday ride with Pap Demi
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Party hard
My angel's birthday is this Thursday. But we decided to party hard the weekend before. ;) Everytime we all get together I realize how blessed I am to have such a great family. Also, how lucky kids are to be surrounded with so many people to love them.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
an emergency of sorts
Scott and I were in our room today when the door flung open and Rachel came screaming in. "It is an emergency!" Of course my heart stops. "Luke is cutting Bella's hair!" Scott runs out and makes it to the scene of the crime first. Yes, Luke did certainly cut her hair. When I made it to the room, I was greeted with a pair of scissors on the floor with long stands of Bella hair surrounding it. I will also note I first thought it was worse than it was since there was also a great deal of doll hair on the floor. Apparently he practiced on his sisters dolls before he tried the real thing. How thoughtful.
In my flipping out outrage, I asked him why in the world would he think it was ok to cut his sisters hair. He says it was because she asked him to. Either way, he honestly just wasn't getting it. We had to go right then to my mom's to pick up her car to borrow it.
After getting to my mom's, Scott had to leave for work. I called Luke over to talk to him. Asking him if he understood why he was in trouble? When I asked him "Luke, when are you going to start to listen to me," he gave me an answer that made me so happy. "I will listen when I turn 5." "SO this week when you will turn 5 you will wake up and just start listening." "Yep, that is why I cut her hair. I am not 5 yet." So there you have it. When my darling son turns 5 this week, everything will fall into place.
Look I have bangs now. And yes, that is Luke in the background serving his lifetime sentence of time-out on the chair.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Let's go camping
Will helping out with the baby while I "help" with camper and other camp junk. Then my body said "oh wait...you just had a baby." So..
I did a lot of sitting and resting of course. Scott did all of the cooking and cleaning. Really I probably did less at camp than I would have at home. We also live 10 minutes away. Showers were close. We had a good time.
Camping is fun!
New bikes! The three big ones got to be in a bike parade!
Bella hanging around!
Not too bad..
My big helper
Chasing things with guns...he was happy.
Sporting the Steeler outfit,
New hat...nice
Monday, July 9, 2012
Nick- part 5
When I was having William, my first, I hated it when people were whispering. I knew something was up when the whispering started. I was trying to push. Nothing was happening. The contractions were ridiculous. The nurse said something and the doctor shook his head. “I am going to let her give me a couple more good pushes first,” he said. Number one- What is the problem? Number 2- I am done. Do something. But since my contractions were rolling on top of each other, it wasn’t really a time to chat. Finally, I looked at my doctor and said “Dr. M…please.” He nodded to the nurse and I heard him say to go get the forceps.
Now, if you have never seen these things, let me enlighten you. They look like two giant spoons. GIANT. The doctor then uses these to “help” the baby out. Unfortunately, I had to still push while he helped. Again, wishing that I would have gotten the epidural. All this was so much better when you can’t feel it. “Push,” pretty much everyone in the room was yelling at me. And so I did. Then I heard him cry. Actually, it was definitely more of a scream. But then again he was just dragged into the world with a pair of giant salad tongs. Guess I would scream too. I remember the doctor talking about how short his cord was. I also remember them all laughing about how Scott was a pro now at cord cutting. They placed the baby on me and here he was.
Nicholas Paul. The nurse asked if I wanted him them to clean him up and I nodded. I told Scott to take pictures. I also kept asking him how big he was. He looked so little. I knew that he was measuring small in the ultrasounds. Six pounds and 12 onces. He was 18 inches long. A little guy but not that little.
Finally they placed him in my arms. It was over. He was here. I looked down at this little bundle in my arms. How was God so good to me? How did I deserve to be so blessed? “Hello, little guy. Welcome to the world. "
Now, if you have never seen these things, let me enlighten you. They look like two giant spoons. GIANT. The doctor then uses these to “help” the baby out. Unfortunately, I had to still push while he helped. Again, wishing that I would have gotten the epidural. All this was so much better when you can’t feel it. “Push,” pretty much everyone in the room was yelling at me. And so I did. Then I heard him cry. Actually, it was definitely more of a scream. But then again he was just dragged into the world with a pair of giant salad tongs. Guess I would scream too. I remember the doctor talking about how short his cord was. I also remember them all laughing about how Scott was a pro now at cord cutting. They placed the baby on me and here he was.
Nicholas Paul. The nurse asked if I wanted him them to clean him up and I nodded. I told Scott to take pictures. I also kept asking him how big he was. He looked so little. I knew that he was measuring small in the ultrasounds. Six pounds and 12 onces. He was 18 inches long. A little guy but not that little.
Finally they placed him in my arms. It was over. He was here. I looked down at this little bundle in my arms. How was God so good to me? How did I deserve to be so blessed? “Hello, little guy. Welcome to the world. "
"I asked the LORD to give me this boy, and he has granted my request"
1 Samuel 1:27
Friday, July 6, 2012
Nick- part 4
“We have to call the doctor and then you have to have a bag of fluids in you. With this being your 5th baby and already to a five, I bet you will be delivering soon.” Her words brought no comfort. I have done this with and without the epidural. And I wanted that epidural. I knew I could probably get through the middle and even the transition, but it was the pushing that terrified me. So much easier with the epidural. But it was too late. Here we were.
“I could give you something in your IV if you want,” she asked. “That would be great,” I answered through the tears. Partially from pain, partially from disappointment. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I later found out it was nubain. A drug that hits hard and fast. I felt it burn up my arm and then it brought sweet sleep. Well, not really sleep, but rather a drug induced haze. Scott says I slept through the small contractions, and was really only coherent for the large ones. Which I would breath through until my lips were cracked and chapped. Scott tried to get me to try ice chips but I couldn’t. I felt like I would puke. The nurse checked me and said I was an 8. She told me to tell her when I felt the pressure to push. At some point my doctor came in and said “well, we meet again. I was going to induce you next week ya know.” Of course, I was busy breathing so I couldn’t really chat.
Finally, I was done. I knew it was time. “Please, get the nurse,” I said to Scott. I felt a horrible pressure. I knew the baby was coming. I also knew this was my worst part. I was going to have to push. But because of the drugs, I didn’t feel right and honestly was so exhausted that I didn’t know what I was doing. The nurse came in and checked me and said “yep, I need to go get the doctor.” He came in and things were rolling. It was 1:15 and I just kept thinking that soon I would be holding my son. After all this was baby #5. With 2, 3, and 4 I had to push maybe 5 times and there they were. However, baby #5 decided that he wasn’t coming straight down.
“I could give you something in your IV if you want,” she asked. “That would be great,” I answered through the tears. Partially from pain, partially from disappointment. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I later found out it was nubain. A drug that hits hard and fast. I felt it burn up my arm and then it brought sweet sleep. Well, not really sleep, but rather a drug induced haze. Scott says I slept through the small contractions, and was really only coherent for the large ones. Which I would breath through until my lips were cracked and chapped. Scott tried to get me to try ice chips but I couldn’t. I felt like I would puke. The nurse checked me and said I was an 8. She told me to tell her when I felt the pressure to push. At some point my doctor came in and said “well, we meet again. I was going to induce you next week ya know.” Of course, I was busy breathing so I couldn’t really chat.
Finally, I was done. I knew it was time. “Please, get the nurse,” I said to Scott. I felt a horrible pressure. I knew the baby was coming. I also knew this was my worst part. I was going to have to push. But because of the drugs, I didn’t feel right and honestly was so exhausted that I didn’t know what I was doing. The nurse came in and checked me and said “yep, I need to go get the doctor.” He came in and things were rolling. It was 1:15 and I just kept thinking that soon I would be holding my son. After all this was baby #5. With 2, 3, and 4 I had to push maybe 5 times and there they were. However, baby #5 decided that he wasn’t coming straight down.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Nick- part 3
“We need to call 911. I can’t have this baby here. I need medical professionals.” What I was really thinking was I need an epidural. The van was shuddering and jerking. It would go and then jerk back. We started to pray. Begging God to move the van. To have it make it. When we got to the highway which was about 5 minutes away from the hospital, the van got up to speed. It was still shuddering though. “Do you think I should pull over and try to restart it?” Scott asked. “No. Oh my goodness no,” I growled while trying to breath. Somehow, as in a blur, we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. We made it.
Scott asked if I needed him to go get a wheelchair. No I barked at him. I am fine. Half way to the door I realized…I needed a wheelchair. He ran ahead and found the door locked. Yes, the door to the hospital was locked. He has to ring in while I bent over trying to breath. After a very lengthy discussion with a nurse over the intercom (she thought I was in labor and delivery instead of standing on the sidewalk), they let us in. Ready to collapse we were in the elevator heading up. Almost there I thought.
I followed Scott in and we headed up to the nurses’ station. “My wife is in labor,” Scott told them. The nurse smiled and said ok. Then she asked me my name. To which I was unable to reply because I had to concentrate on not collapsing into a heap on the floor. I had to sit. Scott answered for me. Then she looked at me and asked me who my doctor was. Again, I stared at the floor, breathing through the pain. Scott again stepped in for me. By the time she got to question #3, about my due date, I had about lost it. Please direct all questions to the man who can stand right here. He knows all the answers. Trust me.
Finally she directed me to a room and then with some help, got into a gown. “Let’s see where you are,” she said in a cheerful tone. “And you say you were a one yesterday?” I nodded. I was getting the impression that she thought perhaps I was faking. Or at the very least, not in as much pain as I seemed. “Well, you are a five now. I need to call Dr. M” she said quite seriously now. “And what were you thinking for pain?” FINALLY we were getting somewhere. The question I had been waiting for. This one I would answer. This question I could take. “An epidural.” “Oh honey,” she said while shaking her head, “the way you are moving here I think it is too late for the epidural.” “Oh no,” I whimpered.
Scott asked if I needed him to go get a wheelchair. No I barked at him. I am fine. Half way to the door I realized…I needed a wheelchair. He ran ahead and found the door locked. Yes, the door to the hospital was locked. He has to ring in while I bent over trying to breath. After a very lengthy discussion with a nurse over the intercom (she thought I was in labor and delivery instead of standing on the sidewalk), they let us in. Ready to collapse we were in the elevator heading up. Almost there I thought.
I followed Scott in and we headed up to the nurses’ station. “My wife is in labor,” Scott told them. The nurse smiled and said ok. Then she asked me my name. To which I was unable to reply because I had to concentrate on not collapsing into a heap on the floor. I had to sit. Scott answered for me. Then she looked at me and asked me who my doctor was. Again, I stared at the floor, breathing through the pain. Scott again stepped in for me. By the time she got to question #3, about my due date, I had about lost it. Please direct all questions to the man who can stand right here. He knows all the answers. Trust me.
Finally she directed me to a room and then with some help, got into a gown. “Let’s see where you are,” she said in a cheerful tone. “And you say you were a one yesterday?” I nodded. I was getting the impression that she thought perhaps I was faking. Or at the very least, not in as much pain as I seemed. “Well, you are a five now. I need to call Dr. M” she said quite seriously now. “And what were you thinking for pain?” FINALLY we were getting somewhere. The question I had been waiting for. This one I would answer. This question I could take. “An epidural.” “Oh honey,” she said while shaking her head, “the way you are moving here I think it is too late for the epidural.” “Oh no,” I whimpered.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Nick- Part 2
We pulled into the driveway and I whipped open the door. I ran onto the porch and up my stairs to the bedroom. “Ok. Here I am,” I whispered giving myself a pep talk. Then contractions started to hit so hard I was breathing through them. I yelled for Scott. I asked him to please give labor and delivery a call and see what they said. I texted my sister and said that I may need them to bring mom now. Scott came in and said labor and delivery said you could come in or wait until the contractions were more regular. Then I could feel one starting. Panic set in. This is it. And this is my 5th baby and I need to go. Now.
After calling my mom, I went to wait on the front porch. Contractions were coming around every 3 minutes and my hospital is at least 30 minutes away. I couldn’t wait for 15 minutes for my mom. I asked Scott to go next door and ask the neighbors for help…at 11 o’clock at night. I saw Scott walk up to the porch. Mr. O opened the door. Not sure what Scott said, but it had the neighbor yelling to his wife, running across the yard, and waving his hand to go. I was in the van breathing through contractions already.
We headed out. Scott of course started his crazy sprint. I alternated between begging him to slow down and then asking him why it was taking so long. I would tell him when a contraction was starting and he was timing them. We were down to about 2 and half minutes. As we raced to the hospital, we saw deer standing at the side of the road. Thankfully they decided to stay put. We were about 10 minutes from the hospital when things began to dim. Like the headlights. The inside lights. We were slowing down.
“Theresa, the petal is to the floor.” We were slowing down. “What is going on?” I screeched. “I don’t know,” Scott answered. “But this isn’t good.” Ya, no kidding.
After calling my mom, I went to wait on the front porch. Contractions were coming around every 3 minutes and my hospital is at least 30 minutes away. I couldn’t wait for 15 minutes for my mom. I asked Scott to go next door and ask the neighbors for help…at 11 o’clock at night. I saw Scott walk up to the porch. Mr. O opened the door. Not sure what Scott said, but it had the neighbor yelling to his wife, running across the yard, and waving his hand to go. I was in the van breathing through contractions already.
We headed out. Scott of course started his crazy sprint. I alternated between begging him to slow down and then asking him why it was taking so long. I would tell him when a contraction was starting and he was timing them. We were down to about 2 and half minutes. As we raced to the hospital, we saw deer standing at the side of the road. Thankfully they decided to stay put. We were about 10 minutes from the hospital when things began to dim. Like the headlights. The inside lights. We were slowing down.
“Theresa, the petal is to the floor.” We were slowing down. “What is going on?” I screeched. “I don’t know,” Scott answered. “But this isn’t good.” Ya, no kidding.
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