Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts

Friday, April 12, 2013

emerson lately

Emerson is growing up quickly, but I still feel like he's my squishy little baby, so I don't feel too bad about it yet. It helps that he doesn't even crawl yet, so he kind of still is my squishy baby.

He's as cute as ever, and he loves flailing his arms and legs. It's hard to get a good picture of him, because he's always moving.


At nine and a half months, he has way more hair than I ever expected him to (I'm pretty sure I was bald until I was two), and it's super cute.


He now has four teeth (just barely), and he loves to bite everything, especially our clothes.

Mmm, jeans.
At his nine-month appointment, he measured 28.5 inches (45th percentile) and weighed 19 pounds (35th percentile). He's already slimming down!


He's getting to be quite vocal and loves calling out mama! whenever he's lonely or hungry and dada! when he's excited. Hmm.


We went out for lunch the other day when Andrew didn't have class, and it was cold in the restaurant, so I let Emerson borrow my cardigan. He loved it.


He's still a great sleeper, and he's starting to eat a lot more food, which is fun (and time consuming). He loves playing with socks, shoes, cords, and paper.

And he still makes some great faces.


He's a great baby, and we love him to pieces!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

emerson is the cutest

Caitlin wanted more pictures of Emerson, so I had to deliver, since it is her birthday and all. Aren't you glad he's so cute?

Happy birthday, Caitlin!

Someone fell asleep on the car ride home. (No, we did not make his hood do that.)
Lying on the bed with Dad.
I like to grab Daddy's beard.
Toothy grin.
Sometimes he gets obsessed with diapers. 
That tongue!
He also loves his pink hanger.
Daddy let me drive!
Hanging out at the park.

Friday, March 15, 2013

making time stand still

From the moment Emerson was born, people have been telling me things like "Enjoy every minute, because it goes by so fast!" and "I know it might be hard now, but you'll miss this stage once it's gone!"

That kind of thinking can make me antsy. I hate to dwell on the fact that time passes quickly; I end up worrying about time passing instead of enjoying what I'm doing.

So whenever I find myself thinking I think I'm going to miss this when he's older or even He looks so cute doing that!, I try to take a picture. Even if it's not perfectly posed, or the lighting is kind of bad, I just take a picture (or a few) anyway. My hope is that I can enjoy everything as much as possible without feeling stressed or sad about time passing. Emerson gets more fun every day, and I want to remember everything!

Here are some pictures I've snapped in the past couple months.

Look, I found all my favorite toys!
He was so amused that he rolled all the way down the hall.
See how these pages rip apart so nicely??
Hiding under the comforter.
Hanging out at Costco.

His new favorite face (and noise) to make.
Daddy let me try his sucker.
And then I tried to steal it back.
He tipped over the lamp and was so pleased with himself.
Trying to drink from my water bottle. There was so much slobber...
Mommy, how did I get stuck in here?
Outside enjoying the sunlight. It was quite bright, if you couldn't tell.
Ultimate focus.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

mourning jewelry

I never realized how much I relied on jewelry to make a cute outfit until I couldn't wear it anymore. Emerson is a dangerous jewelry-destroying baby, so any delicate necklaces are out of the picture. And unless I want my earrings torn out of my ears, they're a bad idea too. Even if I can find a sturdy necklace or bracelet that's up to being tugged, pulled, and sucked on, I would still have to deal with Emerson's crying fits when I "take away" his new favorite toy.

So for now (while Emerson is napping), I will just pretend that I'll be able to wear this outfit today.


It was nice knowing you, jewelry.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

a very, very late birth story

I know that it's been seven and a half months since I gave birth, but I figured getting it written out now would be better than getting it written out never.

[Note: I did not write this entirely from memory; I had my laptop with me in the hospital and wrote down a lot of it as it happened, and then the rest a few days later. Just in case you were doubting my ability to remember so many details (which you should). Also, this does include a few childbirth-related details that you may or may not be interested in reading about--nothing too graphic, but still. Read at your own risk.]



Emerson's Birth

Induction certainly makes for less exciting of a birth story, but oh well! I was a week past my due date and ready to get that baby out, so induction it was. (Yes, I know I could have waited it out. But I didn't.)

We checked into the hospital at 8:00 p.m. on Thursday, June 21.
Excuse my no-makeup face. I was checking in to give birth, after all.

The room was surprisingly large and had a fun view looking out over Provo.

Woah there, belly.
I was only dilated to 1.5 cm when we checked in, but Emerson had dropped down farther than expected (to a +1 station), and the nurse was very excited about that. Dr. Drewes came in to explain what would be going on--that they'd be giving me a drug overnight to get my body ready for labor, and then Pitocin would be started sometime early in the morning to start contractions. The nurse came back around 10:00 and gave me Cytotec (the preparatory drug), and then we started to wait!

The nurses kept telling me to try to sleep, but it was not very comfortable in that bed, and before midnight, the contractions were getting pretty strong. I'd been advised to eat and drink if I could before getting an epidural or starting Pitocin, so Andrew got me some snacks, and we had a tiny feast. Then all we could do was wait and work through the contractions, which were hurting quite a bit. The original plan was to give me another dose of Cytotec around 1:00 a.m., but the contractions were already coming too strong and too close together for that. Instead, they waited for another couple hours and then just went ahead with the Pitocin.

Meanwhile, the contractions were getting more and more painful, so I got some drugs in my IV to take the edge off. It felt like I had just gotten high and I got super tired, so I was able to get about 45 minutes of sleep, but it wore off very quickly. I got another dose of that drug, but it didn't have any effect on me and didn't touch the pain, so I decided to get an epidural around 6:30. 

Right before the anesthesiologist came in, I was chugging some water, and then I got really queasy and threw it all up, including some of the food I'd eaten earlier. I'm guessing it was a combination of my nerves, the drugs that were in my system, and the fact that I had drunk a little too much water on a somewhat-empty stomach, but it wasn't too bad. There was a lot happening to distract me! 

Getting the epidural itself was just a little painful and felt really strange. Once it had fully set in, it felt extremely strange (and not altogether pleasant). I couldn't move my legs at all, and I can see why people say they don't like them. But I don't regret my decision in the slightest, because it made the rest of labor much more enjoyable for me. 

After the epidural, I was able to rest a little bit more, and I started dilating much more quickly. At one point, the nurses came to break my water to get things moving along, but when they checked me, my water had already broken. I had no idea that it had happened because of the epidural!

Around 12:30, our new nurse (who was less talkative, a little older, and more of a down-to-business type of lady) came in to check me, and I was at a 10 (we suspect I had been at a 10 for a while, but she'd been busy before then). She got everything ready for delivery and had me start pushing around 1:00 p.m. The pushing wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but it was incredibly tiring. I was really nervous that I wouldn't be able to push correctly, because I had no feeling below where the epidural was placed. But I just tried to focus as hard as I could, and it worked! 

The initial pushing was also much more intimate and less of a spectacle than I was anticipating, with just me, Andrew, and the nurse in the room. The nurse was on my right and Andrew was on my left (holding my legs, since you're supposed to pull your legs to your chest and I couldn't lift my legs on my own). Then they would wait for me to feel a contraction coming (I could still feel the pressure), and then Andrew would slowly count to ten while I held my breath and pushed. (You have to push for three counts of ten during each contraction, one push right after the other.) Then I would try to relax and catch my breath for a minute or less before the next contraction came.

So I pushed like that, with Andrew and the nurse, for just 15 or 20 minutes. Then Dr. Wolsey came in, they got everything totally ready, and then we started pushing again. After just two more contractions, Emerson was born at 1:39 p.m. on June 22! 

All wrapped up, just a couple hours old.
Right after he was born, I just felt an overwhelming sense of relief. Then I got to hold him, and it was strange and incredible and wonderful. He was very calm and just fell asleep on my chest. I'm pretty sure I just cried the whole time I was holding him. He had quite the cone head for a few hours, so that was cute.

Everyone had been saying that he was going to be huge, which made me nervous, but he ended up weighing 8 lbs, 2 oz. So a little big, but not huge. He felt pretty tiny to me when I held him! 

So tired, but so happy to have him here!

In case you wanted a summary of the timeline of events, here is one I just whipped up:
  • 8:00 p.m. (June 21): Checked in to the hospital
  • 10:30 p.m.: Got first dose of Cytotec (which turned out to be the only dose needed)
  • 1:00 a.m. (June 22): Contractions got stronger and were coming every couple minutes
  • 3:00 a.m.: Started Pitocin
  • 6:30 a.m.: Got the epidural
  • 12:30 p.m.: Dilated to a 10!
  • 1:00 p.m.: Started pushing
  • 1:20 p.m.: Doctor came in to deliver
  • 1:39 p.m.: Emerson made his debut!

Overall, labor was just about what I had expected--contractions were very painful, and the epidural was great. Pushing was easier and shorter than I had feared, which was fantastic! The one thing I had not anticipated was how painful the "kneading" would be right after Emerson was born. They had to massage my stomach to help the uterus contract and get back to normal, and WOW did that hurt. Much more than any of the contractions had. Thankfully it only lasted a few minutes. But the end result was just as sweet as I was hoping, and that's all that matters, right?

Monday, January 21, 2013

the best baby toys

We've all heard this saying:

"The best things in life aren't things."
{Art Buchwald}

Well I have a new saying for you:

"The best baby toys aren't baby toys."

If you've been around a baby recently, you'll know what I mean. You can buy the coolest, newest, hippest, awesomest baby toys ever, but babies will always prefer things that aren't meant to be toysEmerson enjoys his real toys, but it seems like nothing can hold his attention like a non-toy--remotes, cell phones, drawstrings--anything that's not really meant to be played with.

I present to you evidence. These were not staged. (And they weren't all taken at the same time, even though he is wearing the same Monsters, Inc. shirt a few times. It's just a cute shirt. Thanks, Grandma Lee.)

The diaper changing tub.

Our baby hygiene bag.

Don't mind the drunken face. Just playing with a nice shirt here

And, of course, the socks.







Thursday, January 3, 2013

emerson's blessing

We were so happy to have my mom here for Emerson's blessing (way, way) back in October. Since she was visiting over General Conference weekend, we decided to bless him in our home. He was looking all fancy in his button-up shirt and corduroy pants.

He was so bald!

He also had an adorable pink paisley tie to complete his blessing outfit. But it turns out the boy has a giant neck and his shirt wouldn't button up all the way, and the tie looked silly with the relaxed-collar look. So you can just picture how the ensemble would've looked.

We were also graced with the presence of our wonderful friends, Brad and Ronnie.


And a big thanks to Ronnie for taking pictures of us on Emerson's special day and letting me steal them for this blog post. :)

I love my boys!