Rollercoaster time!
lol, ok so momma went a little overboard thinking it was gonna be cold on our walk...
Friday, April 27, 2012
update in pics
Rollercoaster time!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Peppy-3 years old.
What? How did my lil spankaroo get to be 3? Girl, I adore you to the moon and back. You are so precious to me.
I never know what is gonna go through that adorable head of yours. Plenty of times you have come to me with big brown eyes gleaming and say, "I have a great idea!" Your imagination is plentiful and I simply love that.
You get my humor and that does wonders to my soul! When you asked daddy to shake it and then do a show for you, I knew it. I knew that the quirkiness that I share with your Pops has simply been passed on...and I couldn't be more proud :)
You like to hide things...and hide you do so well. I have started to realize that couch cushions are a favorite hiding spot. Oh the things I have found under those cushions!
You are a girly girl. You love to put dresses and skirts on, gloves, leotards, pretty lips, and shoes. You have quite an eye for style, too. But somehow you also love to get dirty, pee in the grass and find bugs. You are a work of art!
You use your words to uplift. What an encourager you have become. You have told quite a few strangers that they are pretty or you like their shirt, etc. You are always complementing me and have told your daddy that you like his muscles, his big muscles. You notice when I get dressed up and are sure to comment on "how pretty" I am. You tell us, "you are a great daddy, you are a great mommy." Oh how I pray you will always feel that. You told me today I am your best friend and that daddy is, too. Is it possible to be a great mommy and best friend? In time, after you're married, hopefully :)
Random times during the day you will say, "So, how ya been?" ahhhh! A few weeks ago, we were coming home from Wednesday night church and you go, "So, what was your favorite part of the day." Melt.my.heart.
It kills you when I get hurt...which happens to be quite often for some reason. A few weeks ago, you were upstairs and I was downstairs when a can dropped on my foot. I yelled and I could hear you running down the stairs saying, "mommy, are you okay?" The look on your face was presh and you came and rubbed my leg as I gathered myself.
You are a lover and good one at that. You often say, "lets just cuddle for a few minutes." this ALWAYS gets your dad :)
I could seriously go on and on. I hope you get how much I love you. But even more, I am waiting on the moment you get how much Jesus truly loves you and how much He has done for you. There are glimpses I see where I think you may be getting it. I pray that the Holy Spirit reveals Jesus to you so soon. In my flesh, I can't love you, lead you or serve you like I should. I have to ask the Holy Spirit to fill me up to overflowing to be your momma...and at the end of the day, to cover over all my mistakes.
Happy Birthday my sweet birthday girl who loves to clank my glass and say "cheers!," drink a "steam drink" in the bathroom with me and who has the craziest nighttime "rituals" in saying night night in a few different octaves, make sure we are "going downstairs" and that your night light is on.
Cheers to a lifetime of laughs, hugs, kisses, high fives, tickles, morning voices that say, "I'm so glad you are here...."
You have my heart, as you would say, and you have it big time.
I never know what is gonna go through that adorable head of yours. Plenty of times you have come to me with big brown eyes gleaming and say, "I have a great idea!" Your imagination is plentiful and I simply love that.
You get my humor and that does wonders to my soul! When you asked daddy to shake it and then do a show for you, I knew it. I knew that the quirkiness that I share with your Pops has simply been passed on...and I couldn't be more proud :)
You like to hide things...and hide you do so well. I have started to realize that couch cushions are a favorite hiding spot. Oh the things I have found under those cushions!
You are a girly girl. You love to put dresses and skirts on, gloves, leotards, pretty lips, and shoes. You have quite an eye for style, too. But somehow you also love to get dirty, pee in the grass and find bugs. You are a work of art!
You use your words to uplift. What an encourager you have become. You have told quite a few strangers that they are pretty or you like their shirt, etc. You are always complementing me and have told your daddy that you like his muscles, his big muscles. You notice when I get dressed up and are sure to comment on "how pretty" I am. You tell us, "you are a great daddy, you are a great mommy." Oh how I pray you will always feel that. You told me today I am your best friend and that daddy is, too. Is it possible to be a great mommy and best friend? In time, after you're married, hopefully :)
Random times during the day you will say, "So, how ya been?" ahhhh! A few weeks ago, we were coming home from Wednesday night church and you go, "So, what was your favorite part of the day." Melt.my.heart.
It kills you when I get hurt...which happens to be quite often for some reason. A few weeks ago, you were upstairs and I was downstairs when a can dropped on my foot. I yelled and I could hear you running down the stairs saying, "mommy, are you okay?" The look on your face was presh and you came and rubbed my leg as I gathered myself.
You are a lover and good one at that. You often say, "lets just cuddle for a few minutes." this ALWAYS gets your dad :)
I could seriously go on and on. I hope you get how much I love you. But even more, I am waiting on the moment you get how much Jesus truly loves you and how much He has done for you. There are glimpses I see where I think you may be getting it. I pray that the Holy Spirit reveals Jesus to you so soon. In my flesh, I can't love you, lead you or serve you like I should. I have to ask the Holy Spirit to fill me up to overflowing to be your momma...and at the end of the day, to cover over all my mistakes.
Happy Birthday my sweet birthday girl who loves to clank my glass and say "cheers!," drink a "steam drink" in the bathroom with me and who has the craziest nighttime "rituals" in saying night night in a few different octaves, make sure we are "going downstairs" and that your night light is on.
Cheers to a lifetime of laughs, hugs, kisses, high fives, tickles, morning voices that say, "I'm so glad you are here...."
You have my heart, as you would say, and you have it big time.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
3 Months
Our son is about 3 1/2 months old and because having two kids is quite busy, I haven't been able to write down cool things that he has done like I did with Peppy...however my goal is to do it!
I looooove having Samuel. There really is a special bond that we have. Today as I was watching him look at me, I had a yearning in my heart to tell him to always look at me with those lovey dovey eyes. One day he will be older and realize that his momma ain't all he thought she was and those looks will be gone, but until then...ima soak them all up!!!
Sam Sam loves his daddy, too. When Este came home from work today, he could not stop looking at him. It NEVER fails...and it has been 3 months, that when Samuel and Este look at each other and talk, I tear up. One time I was putting my makeup on while they were on the bed "conversing" and I kept telling myself to not tear up cause I was gonna ruin my makeup...it just didn't work. There is just something about my family and the love that is between all of us that is really so grand and truly heartwarming.
Our lil man is totally in love with his sissy. She gives our whole family much entertainment but especially him. He watches her all the time and it actually is quite nice for me. I wonder what I did with Peppy at this age when she had no older sibling to watch.
Some other goodies about our kiddo.
*He's huge. a few weeks ago he weighed 18 pounds. um, that's ten pounds gained in three months. crikey! is anything better than a baby with rolls???
*He is definitely a fussy baby at times. He reacts to dairy so i try my best to stay away from it.
*At two months he got RSV and I'm paranoid he will get it again. He has since had a runny nose but it did not turn into RSV...praise the Lord!
*On his 3 month birthday he rolled from his belly to his back for the first time. I even got it on my phone. (pictures and videos will be coming soon!)
*In the last week, he has gone from eating every 3 hours to every 4 hours. I just thought I'd try it to see how he did since he didn't always take a full feeding. The night after the day I tried it, he slept most the night. That was it for me...he's been sleeping through the night since. double Praise the Lord!
*He loves his bath. He splashes and kicks and smiles and coos. It's really great.
*He has green eyes. Peppy's gray eyes changed at a year. But who knows about him.
*So many people have said he looks like my dad. He is so white and just doesn't look like me. We have had a few people say they see Este in him at certain angles...but for the most part people are puzzled or they think he looks like my dad.
*He actually takes a nuk. I just don't let him sleep with it (unless we are out and about) but it's nice to have!
There are many times throughout the day when I think to myself how blessed I am to have this little guy, to be his mommy and to be able to love on him. I love being a mom and am so grateful to my husband for allowing me to do what I want...to be home and raise my kiddos.
I looooove having Samuel. There really is a special bond that we have. Today as I was watching him look at me, I had a yearning in my heart to tell him to always look at me with those lovey dovey eyes. One day he will be older and realize that his momma ain't all he thought she was and those looks will be gone, but until then...ima soak them all up!!!
Sam Sam loves his daddy, too. When Este came home from work today, he could not stop looking at him. It NEVER fails...and it has been 3 months, that when Samuel and Este look at each other and talk, I tear up. One time I was putting my makeup on while they were on the bed "conversing" and I kept telling myself to not tear up cause I was gonna ruin my makeup...it just didn't work. There is just something about my family and the love that is between all of us that is really so grand and truly heartwarming.
Our lil man is totally in love with his sissy. She gives our whole family much entertainment but especially him. He watches her all the time and it actually is quite nice for me. I wonder what I did with Peppy at this age when she had no older sibling to watch.
Some other goodies about our kiddo.
*He's huge. a few weeks ago he weighed 18 pounds. um, that's ten pounds gained in three months. crikey! is anything better than a baby with rolls???
*He is definitely a fussy baby at times. He reacts to dairy so i try my best to stay away from it.
*At two months he got RSV and I'm paranoid he will get it again. He has since had a runny nose but it did not turn into RSV...praise the Lord!
*On his 3 month birthday he rolled from his belly to his back for the first time. I even got it on my phone. (pictures and videos will be coming soon!)
*In the last week, he has gone from eating every 3 hours to every 4 hours. I just thought I'd try it to see how he did since he didn't always take a full feeding. The night after the day I tried it, he slept most the night. That was it for me...he's been sleeping through the night since. double Praise the Lord!
*He loves his bath. He splashes and kicks and smiles and coos. It's really great.
*He has green eyes. Peppy's gray eyes changed at a year. But who knows about him.
*So many people have said he looks like my dad. He is so white and just doesn't look like me. We have had a few people say they see Este in him at certain angles...but for the most part people are puzzled or they think he looks like my dad.
*He actually takes a nuk. I just don't let him sleep with it (unless we are out and about) but it's nice to have!
There are many times throughout the day when I think to myself how blessed I am to have this little guy, to be his mommy and to be able to love on him. I love being a mom and am so grateful to my husband for allowing me to do what I want...to be home and raise my kiddos.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
the birth
As I have mentioned before, my parents had come out for Christmas...in hopes that Samuel would be born. My mom had to leave on the 31st but if he wasn't born before then, she would come back in late January. My dad didn't have to leave till the 18th of January.
His due date was January 6th but needless to say, I wanted this baby out before January! A few weeks before they flew out, I was already dilated to a 2...I had to be put on Pitocin with Peppy before I was at a 2..so we figured he'd be coming early.
I had been having some cramping and pressure so we were just waiting for it to become consistent. Some of us had thought that Samuel would decide to come on Christmas..seeing Peppy had arrived on Resurrection Sunday. Well, Christmas came and went...nothing. I was pretty bummed. Monday came and went, Tuesday came and went...nothing. By now, I was getting pretty down..knowing my mom had to leave on Saturday and I so wanted her there for the birth and then a few days to enjoy him. Wednesday night came and I started having pretty consistent contractions. At first they were about 7 minutes apart but they then got to be about 3-4 minutes apart. By this time, it was about 2 in the morning and I thought, "i need to get up and get stuff done!" After a while, I didn't feel any contractions at all. I woke up after a few hours of sleep and was extremely disappointed + so tired because of lack of sleep. I got up and started walking around our neighborhood. I would feel contractions when I was walking but they would stop when I stopped. I gave up. I had a doctor's appointment that day and was sooo upset that I actually had to go...seeing that my normal wait time there was 3 hours...AAANNNDD, that I'd have to get weighed AGAIN.
My mom came along with me and the doctor checked me and said that I was, oh gosh I think like 80-90 % effaced and 3 cm dilated. They said, get walking! Because the baby was getting big and I was already at a 3, she said that it wouldn't take much for her to keep me at the hospital once I was there. I shoulda just went then, huh? We all went out for some good Indian food and then made it home in time for me to walk about an hour around our neighborhood. Everyone took turns walking with me. Then, Esteban got the grand idea to have his parents let us borrow their treadmill and take Peppy for the night. By this time, I didn't think I was gonna have the baby before my mom left. The contractions just weren't there unless I was walking.
His parents brought the treadmill and picked up Isabelle. Esteban got a few movies and I walked on and off throughout the evening...with NO contractions. They kept asking me if I was feeling anything and I had to keep saying no. I was so disappointed that it all had gone away. We ended up going to bed and I went right to sleep. I believe it was around 2:30am, I awoke with extremely strong contractions about 3 minutes apart. I told Este it was time for us to get ready to go and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I went and woke my parents to tell them, "lets go!" I can't remember who it was but one of them said, "really?" I think they were in shock, too.
We arrived at the hospital and got signed in and put in a room to be checked. I was not worried at all about being sent home since the doctor had been so upfront about telling us it wouldn't take much to keep me there. The nurse checked me and she said I was at a 2 1/2. (How can I get less dilated???) That was a bit frustrating...and I knew that this was going to be similar to Isabelle's birth. (Where I was contracting but not dilating) The doctor wanted to start me on pitocin but I was so scared about being put on that without an epidural because my last labor was horrible until I got the epidural. They were AWESOME! They were right on it, letting me know that the epidural would be there soon...yada yada. The nurses this time were really amazing.
The difference this time was that Esteban could actually rub my back during contractions and soothe me...this was such a shock to me cause usually any touching while i am in pain intensifies everything.
I got my epidural, which was super crazy...felt like electricity was running through me, and laid back down...I seriously felt like I was on a cloud. That stuff is so amazing and really allows you to enjoy the whole process of labor. My parents were there, and let me tell you, my dad was flying high as well. He was sooooo talkative and my mom was sooooo tired. heehee. It was so great to experience it all with them.
I decided I was going to get a nap because I felt so good and started to fall asleep when i felt a lot of warm stuff on my legs...my water broke. And so the excitement continued. Samuel had pooped in the womb so precautions were going to have to be taken upon his arrival.
I remember telling the nurse that I'm feeling a lot of pressure down there and maybe she should check...and she said the baby was there and she was going to call the doctor. There was another woman in labor that had my doctor, Dr. Dimmette
His due date was January 6th but needless to say, I wanted this baby out before January! A few weeks before they flew out, I was already dilated to a 2...I had to be put on Pitocin with Peppy before I was at a 2..so we figured he'd be coming early.
I had been having some cramping and pressure so we were just waiting for it to become consistent. Some of us had thought that Samuel would decide to come on Christmas..seeing Peppy had arrived on Resurrection Sunday. Well, Christmas came and went...nothing. I was pretty bummed. Monday came and went, Tuesday came and went...nothing. By now, I was getting pretty down..knowing my mom had to leave on Saturday and I so wanted her there for the birth and then a few days to enjoy him. Wednesday night came and I started having pretty consistent contractions. At first they were about 7 minutes apart but they then got to be about 3-4 minutes apart. By this time, it was about 2 in the morning and I thought, "i need to get up and get stuff done!" After a while, I didn't feel any contractions at all. I woke up after a few hours of sleep and was extremely disappointed + so tired because of lack of sleep. I got up and started walking around our neighborhood. I would feel contractions when I was walking but they would stop when I stopped. I gave up. I had a doctor's appointment that day and was sooo upset that I actually had to go...seeing that my normal wait time there was 3 hours...AAANNNDD, that I'd have to get weighed AGAIN.
My mom came along with me and the doctor checked me and said that I was, oh gosh I think like 80-90 % effaced and 3 cm dilated. They said, get walking! Because the baby was getting big and I was already at a 3, she said that it wouldn't take much for her to keep me at the hospital once I was there. I shoulda just went then, huh? We all went out for some good Indian food and then made it home in time for me to walk about an hour around our neighborhood. Everyone took turns walking with me. Then, Esteban got the grand idea to have his parents let us borrow their treadmill and take Peppy for the night. By this time, I didn't think I was gonna have the baby before my mom left. The contractions just weren't there unless I was walking.
His parents brought the treadmill and picked up Isabelle. Esteban got a few movies and I walked on and off throughout the evening...with NO contractions. They kept asking me if I was feeling anything and I had to keep saying no. I was so disappointed that it all had gone away. We ended up going to bed and I went right to sleep. I believe it was around 2:30am, I awoke with extremely strong contractions about 3 minutes apart. I told Este it was time for us to get ready to go and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I went and woke my parents to tell them, "lets go!" I can't remember who it was but one of them said, "really?" I think they were in shock, too.
We arrived at the hospital and got signed in and put in a room to be checked. I was not worried at all about being sent home since the doctor had been so upfront about telling us it wouldn't take much to keep me there. The nurse checked me and she said I was at a 2 1/2. (How can I get less dilated???) That was a bit frustrating...and I knew that this was going to be similar to Isabelle's birth. (Where I was contracting but not dilating) The doctor wanted to start me on pitocin but I was so scared about being put on that without an epidural because my last labor was horrible until I got the epidural. They were AWESOME! They were right on it, letting me know that the epidural would be there soon...yada yada. The nurses this time were really amazing.
The difference this time was that Esteban could actually rub my back during contractions and soothe me...this was such a shock to me cause usually any touching while i am in pain intensifies everything.
I got my epidural, which was super crazy...felt like electricity was running through me, and laid back down...I seriously felt like I was on a cloud. That stuff is so amazing and really allows you to enjoy the whole process of labor. My parents were there, and let me tell you, my dad was flying high as well. He was sooooo talkative and my mom was sooooo tired. heehee. It was so great to experience it all with them.
I decided I was going to get a nap because I felt so good and started to fall asleep when i felt a lot of warm stuff on my legs...my water broke. And so the excitement continued. Samuel had pooped in the womb so precautions were going to have to be taken upon his arrival.
I remember telling the nurse that I'm feeling a lot of pressure down there and maybe she should check...and she said the baby was there and she was going to call the doctor. There was another woman in labor that had my doctor, Dr. Dimmette
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