Random 2022 closing thoughts
1 year ago
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Birthday Dinner
We went to Olive Garden for Abby's Birthday dinner. She was so cute when they came and sang to her and brought her a banana split! She was so sweet and shared it with her siblings. Abby's a sweet girl that way...wanting to make sure everyone has some!
You've Got a Minute To Win It...Good Luck!
March 2011
As a family we LOVE to watch Minute To Win It. My favorite part of watching it as a family is watching Abby get so excited and worried about the contestants. It's hilarious to watch. When they lose a game she'll get so worried that they "lost a life". For her birthday party this year we decided it would be so much fun to have a minute to win it party! It was a blast. Everyone was such a good sport and we had such a great time.
Abby with the cake, games and party favors!!
I was so excited cheering on Abby and Marissa that I forgot to take pictures of the actual game. They transfered gummy worms from crushed up cookies to another bowl only using their mouths! They both did a good job. This is Abby after the game with a messy face!
Cailee was really good at this game! It was funny to watch her...she was VERY enthusiastic about the game!
Nicole was a good sport and helped me be a block balancer!
It was so funny watching the kids try to move the cookies down their faces! I think a few of them actually did it.
Gift Time!
What do...
Abby and Dr. Suess have in common?? A birthday celebration in the same week! Last year (yes I'm that far behind) Abby's birthday at school was celebrated during the Dr. Suess celebrations. Her teacher asked parents to be part of a secret special readers thing, so I volunteered to be a secret reader the day of Abby's birthday celebration. In honor of their birthdays I made a Dr. Suess book cake...I Wish That I Had Duckfeet. I love that story so I read it and then we brought the cake out. One of my favorite parts was when a cute little boy asked if we could "open the book"...haha! I loved that he thought the cake was a real book. The best part though was the smile on Abby's face!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
I like to look for rainbows
I like to look for rainbows
Whenever there is rain
And ponder on the beauty of an earth made clean again
I want my life to be as clean as earth right after rain
I want to be the best I can
And live with God again.
Our beautiful daughter,Cailee Ann Crossley
turned 8 July 14, 2011.
Photographs by Darcee Case Photography
And the story goes like this...
So five months later and I still haven't written down E's story...ahh!
So here it goes:
The morning of his birth...we got up, got ready and headed to the hospital. We got checked in a all set up on the monitors. After months of not so fun contractions things had actually slowed down. I really couldn't believe it. I was still having them, but they weren't very close together. It was almost comical and I maybe would have laughed had I not been so done. Cindy came in a while later after assisting with a c-section to check things out. Well, she could not feel his head. I really thought I was going to be sent home and would be waiting another week. She had the ultrasound machine pulled into the room and we took a look. Thankfully he was still head down...just what they call a "floater". His head wasn't engaging where is should but was down so we were able to get the sitatec going to help contractions push his head back down.
After monitoring for a little bit I was able to get up and walk around. About that time my Mom came so Blake, my mom and I went for a walk! The hospital recently added a new wing (the maternity wing was part of the new section) so we explored a little. The stairs seemed to help the contractions pick up more and we headed back to the room so they could check to see how Ethan was doing. I had wireless monitors (which were soooo nice) so they stayed on me the whole time. You had to be in or close to the room for them to register on the monitors. I laid in the bed for a bit and found that Ethan didn't love the harder contractions, so the next few hours were spent on my side. Laying on my side made the contractions slow. I really was starting to think he was never going to come out! Once he looked good those few hours I was able to get back up and sit on the medicine ball. That actually was really nice. Blake rubbed my back and I just layed my head on the bed.
Cindy came in at 4 that afternoon and checked to see where his head was. It had finally dropped enough to break my water!! We had to wait till his head engaged enough so that the umbilical cord wouldn't go first and get smashed by his head and end up in a c-section. I was excited for my water to break but nervous because I was only dialated to a 3...almost 4. When Cindy first said three my shocked response had her changing her mind to 4. We all had a good laugh and I told her we could compromise at a 3.5!
After breaking my water the contractions picked up A LOT!! With the wireless monitors I was able to get in a nice warm tub and thought I'd be able to soak and ease some of the contractions. I hadn't been in very long when my sweet nurse came in and needed to check the monitors. Apparently my Mom had been listening to his heart rate (thankfully...I'm so glad she was) and told the nurse it sounded like it was dropping fairly low. She adjusted the monitor on my belly and agreed that he didn't sound great. I made it through the next contraction and had to get out. Cindy came back in the room (she had another patient to check on real quick) and made a comment about how I didn't stay in the tub long. We told her what was going on and she, the nurse and Blake got me into bed and on my side pretty quickly. Ethan didn't love my left side, so we flipped to the right side. He still wasn't doing very good so they got an IV going and oxygen on me so quickly. I was so impressed with how calm and quick they were.
I of course was a wreck. I pretty much held on to the side of the bed and Blake's hand (not sure when he got feeling back into his hand...lol). I only talked when I needed to and mostly asked if he was ok. I didn't get an epidural and I have to admit that when I started to feel like I was going to throw up I told Cindy I wanted to get one. I had previously discussed that I was determined to not get one and she was so awesome to stall. They gave me some anti-nausea medicine to help and it did for a little bit. At five something she checked to see how far I had dialated and had mentioned that I would have him before mid-night. I pretty much paniced thinking there is no way I can do this for 7 more hours. I told her if that was the case I wanted an epidural...she changed her statement to I would have him in the next hour. The quickly put my resolve of no epidural back into place. My Mom was debating if she needed to go get my kiddos (who were at my friends houses...thanks Katie and Mindy) for the night but decided to stay once he was going to come within the hour.
Right before the six o'clock hour she checked and things were ready to go!! She said it was time to push and I questioned if it really was okay to push...My Mom laughed and said that she wasn't going to tell me to push if it weren't ok. I laugh about it all now...I was definately irrational in my thinking. I gave the first push and I'm pretty sure the words, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE" came out of my mouth (haha). Not that I really had a choice at that point. I pushed again and "GET HIM OUT, GET HIM OUT, GET HIM OUT" came out. With one more push he was out!! I really couldn't believe he was here. It almost felt like a dream. It had been so many months of contractions that I was starting to think he'd stay in forever. They asked if I wanted to hold him and I said I think so...lol. They laid him in my arms and I just couldn't believe that he was here. He was really swollen and purple but beautiful! They asked again if I wanted to hold him and this time I said yes of course. I got to hold him till they needed to do all their stuff. It's always so awesome to watch everything. They do it right there in the room and I'm so glad they do. He was so swollen that everyone thought he would be over 8 lbs. He was 7 lbs 2 oz and everyone was surprised.
Once my Mom got to hold him she left and went to go get the kids. Blake held him and then they wanted me to nurse. We tried for a while to get him to and he had no interest in it. I was worried because all my other babies latched on right away and had no problems. We stopped for a while when the kids came to see him! Madie was zonked out on my Mom's shoulder...she was so tired. We tried to wake her up, but she was too tired. They other kids just fell in love with him. Everyone took their turns until it was time for them to head home and go to bed.
We were moved to the Mother/Baby floor and settled into our room. I tried throughout the night to nurse but he had no interest. He gagged a lot and spit up bubbles a lot. About 2 in the morning the nurse took him to suction out his belly and I got to sleep till about 5. They brought him back in to try to nurse again...they got a ton of stuff out of his belly so we thought he'd be hungry. Nope. Still wouldn't nurse. They checked his blood sugar levels periodically to make sure he was ok. Blake came to the hospital early (my asthma and allergies were acting up and I completely forgot to bring my enhaler).
When our sweet pediatrician came she decided to try suctioning his belly one more time. The nurses took him to do all the tests, ect that they have to do and suctioned him out. When they brought him back in he was starving! They said they got two more vial things of stuff out of his tummy. Poor guy. He had a few latching on problems but was definately hungry. It took a few days but we got the latching thing figured out!
The rest of the day was great with a few visitors (Nicole and baby Kate) and a big sister who was finally awake to meet her little brother. We were checked out that evening around 5ish. We were happy to get home. I knew that I would get more sleep at home than at the hospital. My Mom takes night duty and brings them in for me to feed them then takes them again. It serious is the best thing ever.
We are so happy to have our sweet baby boy in our family. Five months has gone by so fast. It's sad that it's taken this long for me to finally journal about it. We love our little snort!!
So here it goes:
The morning of his birth...we got up, got ready and headed to the hospital. We got checked in a all set up on the monitors. After months of not so fun contractions things had actually slowed down. I really couldn't believe it. I was still having them, but they weren't very close together. It was almost comical and I maybe would have laughed had I not been so done. Cindy came in a while later after assisting with a c-section to check things out. Well, she could not feel his head. I really thought I was going to be sent home and would be waiting another week. She had the ultrasound machine pulled into the room and we took a look. Thankfully he was still head down...just what they call a "floater". His head wasn't engaging where is should but was down so we were able to get the sitatec going to help contractions push his head back down.
After monitoring for a little bit I was able to get up and walk around. About that time my Mom came so Blake, my mom and I went for a walk! The hospital recently added a new wing (the maternity wing was part of the new section) so we explored a little. The stairs seemed to help the contractions pick up more and we headed back to the room so they could check to see how Ethan was doing. I had wireless monitors (which were soooo nice) so they stayed on me the whole time. You had to be in or close to the room for them to register on the monitors. I laid in the bed for a bit and found that Ethan didn't love the harder contractions, so the next few hours were spent on my side. Laying on my side made the contractions slow. I really was starting to think he was never going to come out! Once he looked good those few hours I was able to get back up and sit on the medicine ball. That actually was really nice. Blake rubbed my back and I just layed my head on the bed.
Cindy came in at 4 that afternoon and checked to see where his head was. It had finally dropped enough to break my water!! We had to wait till his head engaged enough so that the umbilical cord wouldn't go first and get smashed by his head and end up in a c-section. I was excited for my water to break but nervous because I was only dialated to a 3...almost 4. When Cindy first said three my shocked response had her changing her mind to 4. We all had a good laugh and I told her we could compromise at a 3.5!
After breaking my water the contractions picked up A LOT!! With the wireless monitors I was able to get in a nice warm tub and thought I'd be able to soak and ease some of the contractions. I hadn't been in very long when my sweet nurse came in and needed to check the monitors. Apparently my Mom had been listening to his heart rate (thankfully...I'm so glad she was) and told the nurse it sounded like it was dropping fairly low. She adjusted the monitor on my belly and agreed that he didn't sound great. I made it through the next contraction and had to get out. Cindy came back in the room (she had another patient to check on real quick) and made a comment about how I didn't stay in the tub long. We told her what was going on and she, the nurse and Blake got me into bed and on my side pretty quickly. Ethan didn't love my left side, so we flipped to the right side. He still wasn't doing very good so they got an IV going and oxygen on me so quickly. I was so impressed with how calm and quick they were.
I of course was a wreck. I pretty much held on to the side of the bed and Blake's hand (not sure when he got feeling back into his hand...lol). I only talked when I needed to and mostly asked if he was ok. I didn't get an epidural and I have to admit that when I started to feel like I was going to throw up I told Cindy I wanted to get one. I had previously discussed that I was determined to not get one and she was so awesome to stall. They gave me some anti-nausea medicine to help and it did for a little bit. At five something she checked to see how far I had dialated and had mentioned that I would have him before mid-night. I pretty much paniced thinking there is no way I can do this for 7 more hours. I told her if that was the case I wanted an epidural...she changed her statement to I would have him in the next hour. The quickly put my resolve of no epidural back into place. My Mom was debating if she needed to go get my kiddos (who were at my friends houses...thanks Katie and Mindy) for the night but decided to stay once he was going to come within the hour.
Right before the six o'clock hour she checked and things were ready to go!! She said it was time to push and I questioned if it really was okay to push...My Mom laughed and said that she wasn't going to tell me to push if it weren't ok. I laugh about it all now...I was definately irrational in my thinking. I gave the first push and I'm pretty sure the words, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE" came out of my mouth (haha). Not that I really had a choice at that point. I pushed again and "GET HIM OUT, GET HIM OUT, GET HIM OUT" came out. With one more push he was out!! I really couldn't believe he was here. It almost felt like a dream. It had been so many months of contractions that I was starting to think he'd stay in forever. They asked if I wanted to hold him and I said I think so...lol. They laid him in my arms and I just couldn't believe that he was here. He was really swollen and purple but beautiful! They asked again if I wanted to hold him and this time I said yes of course. I got to hold him till they needed to do all their stuff. It's always so awesome to watch everything. They do it right there in the room and I'm so glad they do. He was so swollen that everyone thought he would be over 8 lbs. He was 7 lbs 2 oz and everyone was surprised.
Once my Mom got to hold him she left and went to go get the kids. Blake held him and then they wanted me to nurse. We tried for a while to get him to and he had no interest in it. I was worried because all my other babies latched on right away and had no problems. We stopped for a while when the kids came to see him! Madie was zonked out on my Mom's shoulder...she was so tired. We tried to wake her up, but she was too tired. They other kids just fell in love with him. Everyone took their turns until it was time for them to head home and go to bed.
We were moved to the Mother/Baby floor and settled into our room. I tried throughout the night to nurse but he had no interest. He gagged a lot and spit up bubbles a lot. About 2 in the morning the nurse took him to suction out his belly and I got to sleep till about 5. They brought him back in to try to nurse again...they got a ton of stuff out of his belly so we thought he'd be hungry. Nope. Still wouldn't nurse. They checked his blood sugar levels periodically to make sure he was ok. Blake came to the hospital early (my asthma and allergies were acting up and I completely forgot to bring my enhaler).
When our sweet pediatrician came she decided to try suctioning his belly one more time. The nurses took him to do all the tests, ect that they have to do and suctioned him out. When they brought him back in he was starving! They said they got two more vial things of stuff out of his tummy. Poor guy. He had a few latching on problems but was definately hungry. It took a few days but we got the latching thing figured out!
The rest of the day was great with a few visitors (Nicole and baby Kate) and a big sister who was finally awake to meet her little brother. We were checked out that evening around 5ish. We were happy to get home. I knew that I would get more sleep at home than at the hospital. My Mom takes night duty and brings them in for me to feed them then takes them again. It serious is the best thing ever.
We are so happy to have our sweet baby boy in our family. Five months has gone by so fast. It's sad that it's taken this long for me to finally journal about it. We love our little snort!!
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