Week 3...

We have survived another week. That's always a positive. Everything is moving right along and our little family has not missed a beat. We still go and do and see as we want. Presley is a great baby who really loves her sleep. She is still sleeping 5 hours at a time at night and is very content with just being. She is a mellow baby and this mommy hopes that stays the case as she gets older. (Because if I have 2 of her big bro's, I would never sit down or stop playing basketball, baseball, or football.)

Cash is still adjusting to having a baby around. For the most part, he likes her. He is rough with her and has hit her. He even got things confused and thought she was a WWF wrestler and decided to head-butt her. But he is adjusting. However slowly that may be. He does try to be helpful and feed her and give her a pacifier. He gives her about 1000 kisses a day and gets kind of uneasy when she cries. He listens to what Noah and I say to her when she cries because he has started repeating, "I know sis, I know" whenever she starts to cry. It is pretty cute and funny to see him interact with her. 

Loving our little family right now.

E

Newborn pics...

Thanks so much to hannahkatephotography.com for capturing these precious little moments. 

Love,

E

Week 2 around here...

2 weeks down and everyone is still alive and accounted for. Things are going pretty good with minimal problems or melt downs. Here is the info thus far:

Presley Mae is doing great. She is sleeping 4-5 hours at a time still and drinking about 3 to 3.5 ounces every 4 hours. She sleeps throughout the entire day and would much prefer to be left alone than eat. Completely opposite of her brother. We took her to her 2 week check up and her stats are:

Weight: 8.7 lbs (69%)

Head circumference: 35 inches (54%)

Height: 21.5 inches (97%)

She rolled over yesterday from her back to her tummy, which was probably an accident. But maybe she will be getting a jump start on things like her big bro. 

She is all in all a pretty easy going and happy baby. No purposeful smiles yet, but I have seen her crack a few grins during a poop or fart and she has a cute little dimple on her left cheek. 

Big brother loves her and is really sweet to her about 90% of the time. The other 10% he is a little rough and thinks she is a toy to jump over and around. But we are working on that. 

Merry Christmas Eve,

E

Do you see any resemblance...

Cash at 1 week

Presley Mae at 1 week

Love,

E

First week info...

I thought Presley was trying to kill me the first few days of her life. She was cryer. She wasn't a good sleeper. She didn't want to be put down. Ugh...

And then something happened. It was like a lightbulb went off in her head and she thought, "Ya know, this whole 'living in the world' thing isn't half bad" and she changed. She is now content laying in her boppy during the day. She is a great eater. Right now she is eating around 2-3 ounces and is taking a bottle with no problems. Noah loves that she isn't picky about taking a bottle because he really enjoys feeding her. And... she has been sleeping like a champ (Just watch. Tonight she will do the complete opposite) She has been sleeping 4-6 hours a night and we have to wake her up to eat. Which isn't a terrible problem to have. 

So far, I am impressed with her. Her ability to adapt and change and be content. 

I think we will keep her.

E

Week 1 in pictures...

Having 2 kids is different than having 1 kid. Busier. More exhausting. But absolutely worth it. 

Here is our first week in pictures, since I don't have as much time to type words...

Loving it so far.

E

The story of us, little girl...

Well, you came on your own good time. Just like I figured you would. 

Monday morning (December 10th) at around 3:15 am, I began having slight contractions while lying in bed. I wasn't sure if they were true contractions or Braxton Hicks, but I was certainly feeling something. I decided to start timing them. 9 minutes apart and seemingly getting stronger, but still tolerable. I decided to get in the shower to see if I was in true labor and having real contractions or if it was false labor pains and I was just being a weenie. I asked Noah if he would time my contractions and at that point it was around 3:45 and they were about 4 minutes apart. Stronger but still tolerable. 

I didn't want to cry wolf it this wasn't the real thing, but I think deep down I knew it was becoming more real that you were not going to wait until your due date. But still, I decided to wait it out at home and see if the contractions would lessen. No go.

At 4:15, my water broke and we knew it was time to head to the hospital. We called grand-dude to come over and sit with Cash so we could head to the hospital. At that point the contractions were pretty steadily at 3 minutes apart and getting much stronger. 

We got to the hospital at 5:00 and checked in with the on-call nurse. They called the doctor and away we went. As soon as they called the doctor the on-call nurse check to see if I was dilated and low and behold I was dilated to a 7. A 7! I knew things were moving fast, but not that fast. 

I couldn't get an epidural until they got me checked in, blood drawn, and about 1000 questions answered. It seemed like it was 5 hours worth of questions and the contractions were pretty awful at that point. Because I was so far along, they weren't sure if I would be able to get the epidural or any pain meds for that matter. I was kicking myself for waiting so long and thought I was going to have you  all natural. Which was not really my plan. 

After answering all the questions, pleading with the doctor, and chomping on some ice chips I was finally given an epidural. The contractions were at a minute apart and really, really awful at that point. They gave the epidural about 5-10 minutes to kick in and the doctor checked to see how far I had progressed. I was a 10. Like I said... Fast and furious.

I pushed about 45 minutes off and on and then about 10 minutes to finish the job. And there you were. You came face up so your forehead kind of resembled Peyton Manning's, but you were still beautiful. And you were ours. 

You came into this world weighing 8.3 lbs and 20 inches long at 8:03 in the morning. 

Just like I thought. At your own time. In your own way.

Love,

Mom