Sunday, June 4, 2017

Baby Weston!

Welcome to the world Weston! He was born Sunday, May 28 at 3:59 am. He weighed 7 pounds, 12 ounces and was 20 inches long.

Friday afternoon I spoke with my doula, Jennifer, on the phone and she suggested that I plan stuff to do on Saturday instead of waiting around. Go to dinner with Craig, plan some fun things with the family, etc. So I did. I got up Saturday morning, went to the fitness center and did water aerobics. Class was cancelled because of Memorial Day weekend, so I just pulled out the stereo system and put on some music and did my own workout for an hour. I figured I teach water aerobics, I can do my own workout even if there is no class. It felt AMAZING! I seriously felt so good in the water and I had a great workout for about 50 minutes. Then we took the girls to a nearby park for a couple of hours. It was so nice out and they had a lot of fun. We arranged for a babysitter to come Saturday night while we went to Texas Roadhouse. After the park I came home and vacuumed and picked up a little bit. While I was cleaning my contractions started feeling a little different than the normal Braxton Hicks. They stayed pretty consistent throughout dinner and after at Arctic Circle. Once we got home and put the girls to bed I called Jennifer and she suggested I go straight to bed and get some rest. So that's what I did. I didn't really sleep, but I just tried to rest. By 10:00 pm the contractions were getting more painful and I had to sit up and breath through them. They were coming at about 5 minutes apart by then and getting more painful. Jennifer came over around 11:00 pm and helped Craig and I through each contraction for about an hour. They were coming around 3-4 minutes apart by then and she thought it was time to head for the hospital so we'd have time to get set up in our room in case I was close. If I wasn't close, then we could continue laboring there.

The ride to the hospital was not fun. Having a contraction in the moving van with bumps and turns is so hard. We made it and once we got to our room the nurse checked me and said I was dilated to a 7. I was SO thrilled. I was fearing the worst based on my previous pregnancies and thought for sure she would say I was at a 4 or something like that. It was probably around 1:00 am at this point. I continued with the contractions for the next 2 hours and at 3 am when she checked me again and said I was still at a 7, I made the decision to get the epidural. I was so tired, I was shaking, I was pretty much in tears with those last few contractions before the epidural. Jennifer asked if I wanted them to break my waters while we waited for the epidural to come to see if that would speed things up a bit and I could still try and have it unmedicated. At first I just said "sure" because I was so tired and didn't want to think, but then Craig looked at me and said "sure you want them to do it? Or sure you don't want it." He could tell I was done and he knows me well enough to know I didn't really mean "sure." Right away I said "Actually, no I don't want them to break my waters, I just want the epidural."

The anesthesiologist was there fast and got the epidural in quick. It was a GOOD epidural too! Hahaha. I think I had a couple more contractions that I could feel, but then I didn't feel much. What a RELIEF! I turned to the nurse and said "Epidurals are amazing!" She said "Yes, they are!" The nurse and Jennifer got me all fixed up with warm blankets, a good pillow fortress, lights turned down, etc. I was just getting all ready for a nice nap and I started feeling some intense pressure in my bottom. She checked me and my waters had broken and I was at a 10! This was only about 20 minutes after they put in my epidural! Jennifer said "Well that epidural is just what your body needed!" They called the doctor (my doctor wasn't available), so it was Dr. Ponder the on call doctor who delivered Weston. She was awesome! I pushed for 3 contractions, about 10 minutes, and he was out! That moment that he comes out is pure relief! I looked at Craig and we were both almost in tears, relief all over our faces.

They plopped him right on my chest, bloody and gooey and so tiny! His face was SO purple and bruised. The doctor said his lips looked fine which meant he was getting oxygen. As long as his lips were pink then he was fine. They said the pressure in the birth canal must have just bruised his face. He had lots of hair and was crying A LOT! He would not calm down. Breastfeeding was a challenge at first. I think he must have been in pain and tired and stressed. I did manage to get him to latch on on both sides within the first hour, but then after that it was about 5 hours before he wanted to nurse again. He was just plain pooped! I don't blame him either, I was too! We stayed in our delivery room for about an hour 1/2 or so and it was very quiet and peaceful. The doctor showed me the placenta and all the veins and the bag of waters and everything. It was amazing. The human body is amazing.

We got up to our post partum room around 6:00 am and Craig and I both just took cat naps throughout the whole day. The first day was kind of a blur. I ate, slept, nursed. Craig changed all the diapers. Around noon after the numbing wore off I was able to get up and go to the bathroom for the first time. Because the epidural wasn't in for long I didn't need a catheter which was nice.

We came home Monday night and it was great to sleep in our own bed! There have been good nights and bad nights, but having Craig home this past week (and he's taking off this coming week, too) has been really nice. He's done a bunch of fun things with the girls that I'll have to write about another day. Here are just some pictures of Weston. I include some others in the other post. You can tell how bruised he was when he was born compared to the pictures of him here at home.

Hope you all are doing well and have a wonderful week. Love you!

















Sunday, May 21, 2017

Lana Rants May 21, 2017

Well, no baby yet. :) I actually got really sick on Monday afternoon and haven't felt well all week. I got a bad head cold...sneezing, watery eyes, runny nose, stuffy nose, sore throat, coughing, chills and headache from all of that. I was really hoping Weston would NOT come after that because I would have been miserable going into labor and trying to take care of a newborn. My doctor confirmed my anxieties at my appointment on Thursday and said "Oh we don't want baby to come yet, if you're sick. We want you to feel better." She said she's watched women trying to give birth to babies when they're sick and it's no fun. I'm due this Wednesday and still no sign of labor starting. There was no change at my appointment from last week. I'm having Braxton Hicks and they're getting more uncomfortable, I'm really sore at the end of the day from all the pressure on my pelvis, my low back is sore at the end of the day, but other than that nothing seems to be happening. I think I lost my mucous plug a couple of weeks ago, so I know my body is getting ready. We'll just have to see! I feel really energetic in the mornings after a good night's sleep, but then in the afternoon I kind of hit a wall, then get more energy before bed. I'm feeling a LOT better now, so I'm feeling more ready. Clara is still sick though...I'm hoping she'll feel better tomorrow or Tuesday.

Yesterday Natalie came over in the morning and helped me clean my house. She tackled the fridge (I hate doing that), while I worked on the kitchen and bathroom floors, and toilets. Then she helped me with my bathroom sinks, mirrors, and tubs. All day I was walking around my house saying "I love Natalie, it feels so good in here!" After she left I cleaned out my shower and scraped a bunch of gunk that I've been wanting to take care of. Today I stayed home from church with Clara and a neighbor/friend took Nellie to church because she was the reverent child (she stands up in front of the congregation before church starts and shows reverence) and did a talk in primary. While everyone was at church I finished dusting my house, wiping down furniture and organizing our computer desk. While my house isn't completely tidy and immaculate (never will be with kids) it is CLEAN and feels amazing. Weston needs to come now before it gets dirty again! Haha!

After lunch we spent a couple hours outside. The girls kicked balls around on the grass, Nellie found a snail in her sandbox and was trying to feed it, give it water, make a leaf pathway for it, touching it's slime, named it Sarah the Snail and Slimy, and talking to it. Clara took a little snooze on my lap while Nellie did all of that. Nellie made a picture of a robin and taped it to a stick to try and entice the birds to come land in our yard. It's amazing having a backyard to play in! Craig built a simple wooden awning outside above our sandbox and a few feet to the side with a shade screen on the top and side, so we can have shade in the summer. He's going to hook up our misters inside, too, sometime. We also have a swing set on the way that we'll set up. It's going to be 1,000 times better this summer for playing in the backyard.

We got snow this week here in Utah! It was crazy! I woke up to a couple inches of snow and noticed the weight of the snow on the leaves had snapped a couple of our new trees and one was seriously bending. After the snow melted Craig trimmed the trees and tied them up and made a new leader branch for the ones that snapped. We're hoping they survive and continue to grow! Craig took Nellie to Lowe's to get stuff to fix the trees and she said "Daddy, it's better to get a shot than to get your arm cut off." She was thinking of the trees and saving them. :)

Clara loves to push people out the door and close the door on them. She also loves to pick out Craig's ties and chooses the same red tie every week. They started this thing where she "snakes" his tie. He hands it to her and she shakes the tie like a snake and then hands it to him. :)

Our 10th year anniversary was Friday! We didn't do anything with all that's going on, but we rarely celebrate our anniversary ON the day. I'm sure when things settle down a bit and we can go for a weekend somewhere, we'll do that, but it just wasn't going to happen this year. I will say, and I've said it before, that I feel so incredibly blessed to have found Craig. We are definite opposites in many ways, but that's why we're so happy and work so good together. I couldn't ask for a better husband or father for our family. I am one lucky wife!

Unless this baby comes way late, I feel confident in saying that we will probably have a baby this week! Here's to a fast labor and delivery, and a healthy baby! However it happens! :)


Nellie's been loving taking pictures of us and herself and her animals with Craig's iPod.









Backyard shade!!!! 



Nellie made up an obstacle course for herself in the front room today so Craig could record her.



We had the funnest day at the park on Monday before I got sick that night. It was such good weather we were there for an hour 1/2. Nellie was into doing obstacles, so we just kept on thinking of different things for her to do around the park. Some of the things we did were touch 7 trees, run around the whole playground, shimmy up the poles 5 times, climb up the ladder and slide down 5 times, collect 5 big and little sticks, write her name with sticks, run down the hill 3 times, run up and down the stairs X times, go through the "maze of life" aka a certain pathway through the park X times, etc. I loved watching her enthusiasm for wanting to get exercise and play at the park. They both love swinging and going really high. One day we saw another family there and they were swinging on "Nellie's swing" and she went up to them and said "Excuse me, but that's my special swing." Haha! She did let them swing on it. :)




 
Since Clara has been sick she falls asleep on me almost every day. 



ALMOST THERE! 

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Lana Rants March 14, 2017

Happy Mother's day to all the women out there! I hope you all had a wonderful day!! We had a fun time with Grandma Garrett tonight for a few hours sitting outside, eating dinner, and talking. :) My little sweeties gave me a great gift this morning (ha!) by waking up at 5:15 am! It started with Nellie coming in and shining a flashlight in our eyes because she had a hang nail that she needed clipped. Huh? At 5 in the morning? So then Clara woke up soon after that and I remember laying in bed saying a sleepy, desperate, silent prayer "Heavenly Father if it at all possible that you could help Nellie and Clara go back to sleep I would really appreciate it." And they did go back to sleep! Mother's day miracle. :) Hehe. They woke up a little after 7 which was all I really expected and hoped for. Craig took them downstairs so I could lay in bed for a little bit before the hustle and bustle started to get ready for church. They brought me breakfast in bed-wheat chex with blueberries and almond milk-and then Nellie remembered I loved tomatoes, so she went down and put a bunch in a bowl and brought it up to me. Clara was on one this morning and was being difficult, so that was fun (not!). By the time we made it to church I was already frustrated and cried until after the sacrament. I think as it gets closer to baby coming I get more and more emotional because I know what is coming. I sent Clara up to Craig and she sat with him for a good portion of the meeting (thank you Craig!) and Nellie sat with my friend Lenore for most of the meeting too. :) Lenore and I do the music for primary so we both led the primary children in a mother's day medley that was so good. They did so good remembering the words and singing out so everyone could here. At the end of the song they sang the words "Mom, thanks for all that you do!" That always makes me tear up. There's a cute Polynesian family in our ward with 9 children! They sang this amazing song that had everyone in tears. I don't think there was a dry eye in the congregation. This is the first Mother's day too since our old Bishop's wife passed away, so I know a lot of people were thinking of them and their family. I thought of how hard it is to be a mom some days dealing with tantrums, worrying about teaching my children how to be good and responsible and kind, doing laundry, constantly cleaning and picking up, making and cleaning up meals, trying to have patience, remembering to care for myself, and everything else that comes with raising a family. I thought how nice it will be when my children are grown and they can finally appreciate all I'm going through and maybe I could have a thank you from them? Maybe it will feel all worth it then? Then I thought of my mom and that she went through all of this and more! I thought how I need to say thank you more to her for doing all of that for our family. Being a mom is such a thankless job most days. And it's probably the hardest thing I've ever done. It's taken more out of me emotionally, physically, spiritually than anything else in my life. Serving a full-time LDS mission is probably the second hardest thing I've done in terms of what it took emotionally, physically, and spiritually. But being a mom is a life-long, eternal commitment that never ends. I think that's why it's so difficult. There's no end in sight. And even though it's the hardest thing, it's also the most rewarding thing I've ever done. Nellie is so thoughtful and always thinking of what she can do to make someone happy. She is so in tune with her feelings and other's feelings and is so expressive. Clara is stubborn, but she is so loving, too, and wants to do everything by herself. She has the cutest laugh and loves to be tickled. She has such an amazing imagination. I feel so blessed to be their mom and have Craig as a husband.

We have GRASS!!! Our someday happened on Wednesday and there is green out in our backyard instead of brown! We can't walk on it yet, but soon! It looks great and it already makes such a huge difference. I've enjoyed my new comfy lawn chair in the shade a few times while the girls played and got muddy from the dirt around where the grass is.

A month or so ago Craig decided he would buy parts and build his own Nintendo Classic. He's been wanting one, but I guess they didn't make a lot of them, so you can't buy one anymore. He looked up how to build one and I guess the code is free online??? I don't know how all of that works, but he figured it out and now he has a million Nintendo games downstairs that he and Nellie like to play at night after Clara goes to bed, before Nellie goes to bed. She kind of knows it's a daddy thing cause mommy doesn't like video games, but I've given in and played a few times. It was REALLY funny the times I did play because Nellie and I both would scream when our players would die or get close to dying. We also both move our controllers A LOT while we are jumping or trying to do something with our players. She likes to watch Craig and I play paperboy but she doesn't want to play it. I'm TERRIBLE at paperboy so I'm constantly crashing and getting "fired." She doesn't seem to care though and always cheers me on saying "practice makes perfect!" :)

One day on the way to VASA Nellie asked if we could go to Chic-fil-a for lunch and of course I said no. I told her that she'd probably end up going there a little more this summer though after Weston is born. She wanted to know why? I told her because mommy is going to have to recover from having a baby, so daddy will probably take them places more and maybe out to lunch. She wondered why I'd have to recover, so I simply told her that when you have babies it's hard on your body because you're trying to push out a big baby through a small hole and sometimes your skin tears and the doctors have to sew it up, so it's really tender for a while. Oh boy, did I hit some kind of fear in Nellie! She started crying in the van saying how she doesn't want to grow up and have babies because she doesn't want the doctors to stick a needle in her vagina. She just kept crying and saying that over and over, "I don't want to be a grown up! I want to stay young forever!" I tried to calm her down as best as I could cause we were in the VASA parking lot and I had to go in.

Then another day this week Nellie drew a picture and wrote a note (see below) and she asked me to read it. I couldn't read it, so I had to ask her what it said. She didn't want to tell me, so I asked her to whisper it in my ear. She said "I'm sorry about your Teddy Weddy!" and for the next 20 minutes she cried and cried and cried. Here's a little background to Teddy Weddy. He was a pink teddy bear that I LOVED growing up, but got lost or thrown away when we moved to Utah. Teddy Weddy had a plastic face that my brother Ryan would always push in so he looked deformed. I remember getting so mad at Ryan and thinking that was so mean to do to Teddy Weddy. I was devastated when we moved to Utah and I couldn't find him anywhere. I remember my mom breaking the news to me that he was lost. Fast forward to now...I told Nellie this story one night before bed because she loves hearing stories from my childhood. She has never forgotten Teddy Weddy since I told her about him. And every so often she'll draw a picture and tell me she's sorry about Teddy Weddy. This week, though, she was feeling really sad about it. She kept saying while she was crying "I'm sorry about your Teddy Weddy!" over and over. I tried reassuring her that I feel happy now and even though I was really sad at the time, now I'm happy because I have her and Clara, and I love seeing how much she loves her stuffed animals. She was thinking about her dog Ruff and that's how she remembered Teddy Weddy. If she wasn't so upset about it I would have burst into laughter over the whole thing because I just couldn't believe how sad she felt for me. :)

A week 1/2 to go till my due date! Nothing had changed at my appointment on Thursday, so we'll see what the doctor says this Thursday. My neighbor who watched the girls had cookies for them to eat. When I picked them up Nellie said she had a belly ache. I said "Time to go home for lunch" and my neighbor said "I don't know if they'll eat lunch for you, they had a lot of cookies." When we went out to the van Nellie told me they ate the entire package of cookies! I don't know if she was serious, but it was a whole package of Chips Ahoy cookies. No wonder Nellie was saying her belly hurt! :)

That's it for this week...I'm really hoping by next weekend I'll have this baby, but it's probably wishful thinking. :) Have a great week!


Clara fell asleep on the couch one day so I snuggled with her for 30 minutes before I woke her up.


This is her after I woke her up. :)



GRASS!










Nellie's sorry note about Teddy Weddy. 


This was our women's conference group at Magleby's for dinner (they have the BEST cake!)


Alyson, Randi, my mom, and me at the women's retreat in Midway a couple of weeks ago.


The pregnant ladies! 


Clara was saying "Look at my giant belly daddy!"



Basking in the sun today on Mother's day!