2013: Just 10 Photos.

10 Photos I Took in 2013. 

ONE.

Last vacation as a family of 3 to Vegas, April 2013.

 TWO.

The day another absolutely perfect, amazing little girl joined our family. July 2013.

THREE.

Crazy sisters.

FOUR.

Eyeliner. Someone is getting adventurous. 

FIVE.

Baking with Baby Powder. Oh my sweet 2 year old.

SIX.

Halloween as a family of 4. October 2013.

SEVEN.

Just the 2 of us.

EIGHT.

Thanksgiving 2013.

NINE.

Kisses for her sweet sister. November 2013.

TEN.

December 2013. Yes, December 23 to be exact. 

Miss M's Birth Story Part 1.

If there is one thing in my journey of getting pregnant, being pregnant and the birthing experience, I've been very blessed when it comes to the labor & delivery part.

I remember hoping that this baby was going to be a 37 week baby. My body hurt, I wasn't getting any sleep, I was ready to meet this sweet girl. At my 38 week appointment, Monday July 1st, I was 3 cm dilated. My doctor went ahead and did a membrane sweep and we double checked that we still wanted to be induced the next Monday. I was so upset leaving that appointment, I just wanted to go into labor on my own.It's funny, my husband and I joked that Thursday July 4th, or July 5th, would be perfect days to go into labor, he would be able to have a weekend off, and only miss one day of work. 

oh do I hope I don't regret posting this one.

It was Wednesday morning, early, I got up around 3:45 am for a quick pee break as always. honestly wasn't uncommon the last couple weeks, Miss M was squashing my bladder. Finally around 4:30 I fell asleep, only to be woken up by my water breaking. It was enough of a change down there for me to wake up. Honestly I figured I had peed my pants. So I changed and went out to watch TV. Well I just kept leaking, so I showered and waited to make sure it wasn't just a squashed bladder problem. By about 5:30 I woke my husband had him get ready and called my mom to watch Miss A. 

38 W 4 D

Shortly after taking this picture, we headed to the hospital and by then there was no controlling the leaking. I knew she was joining us that day even before getting the official "your water broke", from the nurse. 

sent this to my sis letting her know where I was, she lived with me and didn't even know I left

At 8 am I was started on Pitocin and still measured at 3cm and 60%.  At 8:28, a 4 & 65%, that's when my doctor felt the need to break my water more and to move her head. At this point there was no epidural, I was still hardly feeling contractions. After he moved her head, boy did things change. I was told the nurse would be back in shortly with the epidural. Well an hour passed and I couldn't take it anymore. Still no nurse. I sent the hubs out to find someone. At 9:30 my epidural was in and I was starting to feel more relaxed.

he always manages to take horrible pictures of me at the hospital ha.

 By 10 I was at a 5 and and 10:50 I was 8. They called my doctor, after 3 pushes, Miss M joined our family. 

In case you missed my last post, she weighed in at 6lbs 6 oz, and 20 in long. Absolutely perfect. Unlike her sister, she chose to scream. And she screamed for quite some time. 

As for me, though it was  quick and easy delivery, there was definitely some damage done. I got plenty of stitches, thank goodness the epidural took quite some time to wear off. 

Since this post is already so long and I have tons more pictures to show, we'll end this story right here. 

My Busy Summer.

Oh boy! Was my summer full of fun! First off, I'm thrilled to introduce Miss M to you!

She joined our family on July 3rd, weighing in at 6lbs 6 oz and 20 in long! (An ounce less & an in taller than her sister!)

Get ready to be overwhelmed with pictures for the next several posts! We have lots to catch up on!

Of course her birth story, and my brother's wedding and her baby blessing. Just tons of stuff! Can't wait to share! 

What have you been up to lately?

 

Father's Day.

Happy Father's day to these two amazing dads!

My dad & Miss A.

A & her daddy!

In-law Drama & Babies.

I'm not sure what makes my in-laws do the things they do. I am however very tired of the way they question every decision I make. 

For example, the fact that I didn't want any visitors while I was in labor with Miss A, my mom and baby sister took me to the hospital and waited till my husband showed up then left to pick up around my house & love my dog. My younger sister stopped by with food for the husband that night, weren't there for more than 5 minutes total. 

Or that I didn't want kids or very many visitors in the hospital after I had her. I didn't need a crowded room while I was relaxing and enjoying my first hours as a mom. (If you like to do that, that's fine I'm not judging, its just not what I wanted to have happen.)

Every time they threw a fit. Complaining, saying it was weird. Like when they got mad because I was tired of people showing up whenever with whoever they wanted after I got home and said something about it. My house, my baby, my rules. 

The newest thing is the fact that I'm having my girls share a room. I just finished putting the toddler bed back into the nursery & setting up the new crib. They fit perfect in that room together. I grew up always sharing a room, I loved it. Once I was older I got my own room, just when I started feeling like I needed my own space. And again, my house, my girls, my rules. 

Every one parents different. My husband and I have agreed on a certain way that makes us all comfortable and happy. It's worked for us for over 2 years now. My sisters and their boyfriends choose to parent different than us, as do my brother, his fiance and his son's mom. They do what works for them. I might not agree with their styles, but they know their kids and I'm gonna keep my mouth shut, it's not my place. 

Having our new addition joining us so soon really has me on edge. I'm not ready for any drama with my in-laws. They're just going to need to accept that I do things different than them. I don't want an audience at the birth of Miss M, Miss A will be with my family, we'll only have a few visitors at the actual hospital and then people can schedule a time to visit at home after. It's really that simple. 

I don't know what to do. I'm starting to stress out about what they're going to do. I don't need my brother in law telling me that I need medication, because I like things a certain way. (Still can't believe he said that, I should have strangled him.)

 But really friends, what do you do?