Thursday, May 30, 2013

1 month!

I can't believe that James is one month already!  A few things about him over the past couple weeks...
He loves his "wub a nub" - that holds his pacifier.

And Sophie the giraffe.

Dave made this for James/me as part of  an anniversary gift.  I LOVE it!!

He's one month old today!!

When James is cranky, we put him in the baby bjorn and it calms him down pretty well.

My parents just got back from Guatemala, and got him these cute letters too!

Flowers for anniversary - Happy 2 years, Dave!

The high school I taught at had graduation, fun!

Grandpa Jim came to town.

Dave did "Murph" on Memorial Day - 1 mile run, 100 pullups, 200 pushups, 300 squats, 1 mile run.
On the way back from Guatemala James and I saw my parents - too cute.

So far it seems the reflux medicine, no dairy no eggs, and more of a sleeping schedule are helping James.  We'll see how he does the rest of today!
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

James - Week 3

So this was a tough week.  We had a great mother's day, ending with a huge milkshake and me deciding that James was fussy and it MUST be dairy.  So for 5 days I didn't eat dairy, red meat, tomatoes, too much caffeine, gluten, etc etc, trying to see if that was why he was so fussy.  I tried gas relief drops, gripe water, propping him up for 30 minutes after eating, raising his mattress on one side, etc.

This  is what my meals looked like..

eggs, squash, portabella, pork, chicken, sausage, carrots, grapes, bananas, sweet potatoes

and after 5 days Dave and I decided he was no better.  So, I ate Grimaldi's pizza, Escalante's queso, all my favorite things for the weekend and then... he was WAY worse.  Without too many details he has every sign of food allergies and his adorable older cousin went through all of this plus some so it might run in the family.

So, back to no dairy on Sunday.  I talked to the doctor on Monday and the doctor said no dairy and no eggs and put him on Prevacid for reflux.  Now we're at day 2 of no dairy and eggs, we'll see how the week goes!

If you know me, you know that breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and when Dave is out of town I eat breakfast for dinner all the time.  Question - what do you eat for breakfast if you can't have milk or eggs and not even baked into anything?! Bacon, fruit, oatmeal?  Hmm..

squash, apples, sausage for breakfast
Good thing that James is so darn cute!!  Here are some pics from the week:

"don't call me chubby, I'm all muscle"
a friend in from out of town

my preppy boy
Victoria and James - a natural
sleeping in bouncer
sleeping in carseat
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Sunday, May 19, 2013

James - week 2

He's growing up!

Kisses to the face..oops

Grandma Schatzi

Still love those eyes!

Date night!

He loves Sophie the giraffe
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James - week 1

Here are photos of James' first week:

His first day..

Finally meeting grandpa

Curious puppies - but good dogs!!

a week old already!  Look at those long legs!

Cuddling with grandma

I love those eyes

Out walking, the neighbors tell me "it's quite the entourage"

He already loves his pacifier
Lots of wonderful friends and visitors!

Happy dad

more visitors!

headed home!

more visitors

his hands are always by his face!

smiling monkey

cigars and whiskey for the first son/grandson

meeting grandpa
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41 Weeks - Delivery Day/Birth Story!

So I'm going to try to backtrack and see if I remember everything...

The 41st week my parents came down because we knew that I'd be induced that Tuesday, it was perfect, my mom kept me company and my dad kept Dave company while we tried to pass the time.  It was pretty disappointing when my dad flew back Sunday night and there was still no baby!!

Monday night, the night before the induction, I went to Crossfit, I'm still very proud of that!!

So here's the labor story: Tuesday morning we woke up at 5am to call the hospital to get an induction time.  They told me to call back at 8am or they might call by 7am and I would probably get in that day.  I went back to bed and couldn't sleep, I was 41 weeks and they said probably get in?!?  At 6:40am I felt something odd, then 3 minutes later I felt it again and then again, I told Dave I thought I was in labor and went in to tell my mom too.  My mom had no doubts about it when I hit the floor in a squat during what I now know was a contraction.  So, I ran through the shower, try washing your hair during contractions, and then we were packing the car and headed to the hospital.  By now, it was of course 7:30am in rush hour!

When I "thought" I was in labor we took these pictures... yes, that's a contraction in the middle of it!  I'm laughing because I'm trying to hide from the camera while Dave follows me, that's what husband's do, help you laugh through labor.

So embarassing but too funny not to share.

We walked into the hospital, and they made us check in, because they didn't realize I was there for labor.. until I was squatting on the floor again, and then squatting in the elevator, and then squatting in the hall walking toward the maternity ward.  I guess I'm stubborn and wouldn't take a wheelchair.

We walked up to a nurse who said her name, and the name rang a bell, we realized we shared a mutual very good friend, I'm not going to lie, you don't want to know that one of your good friend's good friends is going be with you the entire time you're in LABOR.  BUT.. she was awesome, and I can't say enough good things about her.

She made what should have been a very scary delivery into a breeze.

From start to finish I was in labor 7 hours and pushed 20 minutes.  Thanks to.. Crossfit, my awesome husband, and that great nurse.

So, here's how it went.  I walked in (and had a contraction), she hooked me up to the monitor and each time I had a contraction you could hear the baby's heartbeat drop, a lot, so she asked if I wanted an epidural, and of course said yes.  She said that he probably had cord compression (meaning his umbilical cord was wrapped), and there was a possibility of c-section.  After probably an hour of contractions, which were in my back because he was also faced the wrong way, that are NOT fun, I yelled "where's that doctor??" and then apologized, and then we got the epidural.  After that, it's a breeze.  I laid there while I had contractions, my mom (who I swore would NOT be in the delivery room) was invited in by me because we were just passing the time.  At about 1:30pm the nurse told me I needed to push and we didn't have an hour to push, because his umbilical cord was wrapped.  She said it's like being dunked in water, you can do it a few times but after awhile you give up.  It was scary to hear, but I didn't want a c-section, and wanted to see that cute baby so, I just did it.

I say it a lot, but because we are always working out together, we know how to coach each other.  Dave was a tremendous help and actually his abs were sore the next day from "pushing" with me.  He was incredible.  So at 1:30pm I started pushing and by 1:52pm we had a beautiful baby boy.

That's the whole story, labor was easy, and yes - only a few weeks later I can say I would absolutely do it again.
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