Sunday, March 24, 2013

Bright Babies- Easter Pics!

We got together with Libby, Sean, and Haddie today for a photoshoot and dinner.  We decided to match the cousins for Easter this year.  Their wardrobe began from a $3 sweater I found for Oliver at Target.  We picked matching dresses and leggings for the girlies as well.  The yellow blankets were crocheted by my mom's cousin.  She makes baby blankets for each of the babies and the yellow went perfectly!  We am pretty happy with the pictures.  It's not easy getting pics of three little ones together, that's for sure!

For dinner we had Root Beer Pulled Pork, baked mac n cheese, and Pioneer Woman's green beans. You should try out the side dish recipes.  They were yum-o!!  On to the point of this post-  You'll now be bombarded with pictures of beautiful babies decked out in yellow....




















Aren't they yummy!?  What a blessing these babies are!  I just love them all to pieces.  Precious, busy, wonderful blessings that make our world go 'round!

xoxo,
Riss

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

It's Spring, My Dear Birdies!!

We finally made it to Spring!  Doesn't it feel good?  You all know what there is to love about spring, so I won't try to convince you, but I'm thrilled.  I think the warm weather is going to save my sanity (and my two year old's!)

I actually decorated for Spring.  Can you believe I got it done?  I won't lie, it was pretty hard!  I've always done my decorating in one day; this time it took me 4 days of working in my free time to get done!  I'm pretty pleased with the way it turned out.  It's not perfect, but who likes perfect anyway?

Forgive my iphone pics, they are just much easier these days.

Spring Shelves- Banner says BLOOM

I recycled an old yarn wreath I no lover loved for this.
All flowers are from Dollar Tree and Walmart. 

Front door


Watering Can Centerpiece 

We'll be celebrating Spring later today by enjoying some free Rita's italian ice!  I'm all for anything that's FREE! :)

How will you be celebrating?

xoxo,
Riss

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Julianne's Birth

I know you've all been excited to read my birth story.  I'm sure you understand how busy I've been though with a newborn and a (terrible) two year old.

I'm happy to say that I've had two natural births now.  Each experience was beautiful and hugely transformative for me as a woman; although they were very different.  Oliver's birth was a marathon event lasting 32 hours from the time my water broke to when he was in my arms.  Julianne's arrival was a sprint-to-the-finish event lasting only 10 hours from my first sign of labor.

Lets start the day before her arrival.

Tuesday February 12th I saw my OB for a prenatal appointment.  I was 40 weeks and 2 days.  Up until this point I had not allowed him to check me for several reasons, the biggest being that dilation and effacement tell you very little about when your baby will actually arrive.  I feared another early baby and since Oliver was born early,  I also didn't want any unnecessary aggravation to my cervix.  However, after watching my due date come and go (which was something that I secretly hoped to experience), I let curiosity get the best of me and decided to be checked.  I was 2-3 cm and 60% effaced with an anterior cervix at my appointment.  I know women who have spent that last few weeks of their pregnancy at 5+ cm and, personally, my water broke with Oliver with no active labor.  So, this really didn't get me too excited that I was close to labor starting.  Little did I know, our baby girl would be in my arms in less than 24 hours!  We left the appointment with plans to go walk around the mall.  We ended up meeting Libby, Sean, and Haddie and enjoyed some time walking and browsing.  While there, I became very hungry and decided my old craving from Oliver's pregnancy sounded pretty good.  I ate Taco Bell covered in fire sauce for dinner.  (Shame on me!)

After leaving the mall, we went to my friend Renee's house.  She had offered me some Hibiscus tea because it is known to induce labor.  We visited on her front porch for awhile before heading home.  When we got home, Kurt asked if I wanted to have sex to help bring on labor.  I was feeling a little different.  Something had me feeling like things would happen soon, so I turned him down.  I opted for a huge glass of hibiscus tea and a warm bath.  (Have you tried hibiscus tea?  It's delicious!)

Wednesday February 13th I awoke to use the bathroom at 6:00 am.  I noticed "bloody show" with bright, red blood and the remainder of my mucous plug.  This didn't happen until very active labor with Oliver, but I was trying not to get my hopes up!  I went back to bed after texting Kurt to let him know.  He was excited and replied with--


About that time, Oliver came in to sleep with me.  He asked to nurse and although I hadn't been allowing him to nurse at night, I let him.  He snuggled into my pregnancy pillow with me and we nursed back to sleep.  I figured I might as well let the nipple stimulation do some good work! :)  We went back to sleep.  When I awoke to use the bathroom again at 7:30, I noticied more blood.  I decided I felt like today was the day!

I called Jenny and my mom so they would know to pack up and hit the road.  They were coming from Virginia, about 5.5 hours of hard driving.  Mom said they would start packing up and leave as soon as they could.  Oliver and I got in the shower and I shaved my legs since it was my birthing day!  After getting out, I dried my hair (in-between frequent trips to the bathroom!).  I straightened up the bedrooms before I went downstairs and made a to-do list of things I wanted done.  I was still nesting at this point and I really wanted to keep moving.  I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen after breakfast, organized some things and just kept busy around the house.  I was feeling mild contractions, here and there, along with loose bowels (which is a good sign of labor!).  Oliver could tell something was up and was being a little whiny.  At 9:39 am, Kurt said he'd get things in order at work and leave ASAP so he could help me.  At 10:20, I decided I better pay attention to when I was contracting and I quickly realized they were 5 minutes apart.  I was easily moving around and keeping busy. We had planned to wait to go to the hospital until 4.1.1 (contractions that are 4 minutes apart, 1 minute duration, for 1 hour.)  I fully expected for them to stay that way for the majority of the day.  Kurt stopped to fill up our second car with gas and got home just after 10:40.  My contractions were steady at 5 minutes apart.  Kurt set out working on his list of things to do: take the trash out, set up the dog crate for Ellie, make banana bread, and pack his labor bag.

I went up to take a nap at 11:00.  Before laying down I quickly packed Julianne's hospital bag and called my mom to see if they had left.  She was on her way home from dropping my nephews off with friends of theirs and said they'd be leaving around 11:30.  I remember getting a really antsy feeling when I found out they wouldn't be leaving for another 30 minutes.  I had been having a feeling for a couple weeks that my mom wouldn't make it to the birth.  Those 30 minutes ended up being a big part of the story.  Finally, I laid down and slept about an hour and a half until around 1:00 pm.  I figured I must not have been in very early labor because I was able to sleep through any contractions I was having.  When I got up, I straightened my hair, did my make up, packed my toiletries, and went downstairs for lunch.  I still had my appetite and enjoyed left-over spinach lasagna roll ups for lunch.  Kurt and Oliver had worked on their to do list and had already eaten lunch.  Kurt was washing dishes from their banana bread.  I asked Kurt to lay Oliver down for a nap and I went on to paint my nails a nice, bright hot pink.  My contractions were steady and by 2:30 Kurt was back downstairs, the banana bread was out of the oven, and my nails were dry.  I noticed I couldn't talk through my contractions anymore and Kurt urged me to time them with the contraction timer app we had downloaded.  He was going to vacuum the downstairs so he set me up with our birthing playlist.  I laid on my right side on our couch with my earbuds in my ears.  Kurt put our playlist on shuffle and it was fantastic!!  Our playlist included the Best of Enya, Dartmouth college relaxation tracks (which Kurt edited to avoid the talking at the beginning and the end), and our Hypnobirthing tracks.  The way it shuffled from a song to another short relaxation track, to Hypnobirthing was really amazing!  I became so relaxed, I didn't realize how things were picking up so quickly.  Apparently, neither Kurt nor I were in our right mind or we would have called my sister Libby to come over.  She had gotten out of class for the day, but we never thought to call her. Before this point, I had not wanted Pam there because Oliver was napping.  I didn't want to be watched and I was concerned she wouldn't have anything to do, that was also a mistake.  By the way, Pam is Kurt's boss' wife.  She is one of the sweetest people you've ever met.  And she saw me in the serious, crazy eyed, heat of labor.  But we'll get to that soon.  So by now, it's pushing 3:00 pm and things are getting very serious.  I kept having to get up to pee, but being upright was really painful.  It made my contractions come SO QUICKLY and STRONGLY that I didn't want to be up.  They were strong and close enough when I was laying down, thank.you.very.much. While we were in the bathroom and I was moaning (Yes, I was a moaner this time; I was NOT with Oliver so that surprised me), Kurt called Dr. Brabson's office and he called Pam telling her to come quickly.


























I told Kurt I needed to go lay down again.  Sitting on the toilet was progressing me way too much.  He helped me to the living room floor and I tried propping on the ottoman on my hands and knees.  That created killer pressure and I couldn't stay there.  He helped me onto the floor on my side and got me throw pillows to prop up behind my back, between my knees, and one under my belly to help support the big, ole thing.  At this point, I was getting scared.  I was very, very, far into labor.  I mean, close to pushing far.  I was thinking, "I can't move.  I am going to have the baby right here."  I was telling Kurt that I was scared.  He reassured me we would be OK.  And in my head, I trusted that he could deliver our baby if it came to that.  I remember saying, "She just moved down..she moved again....and again"  It was literally like that.  Three movements down that were blatantly obvious to me.  She was coming SOON!  About this time, Pam comes in.  I tell Kurt he can't leave my side.  He quickly orders Pam around.  The poor lady probably had no idea what she was walking into.  I mean, I'm on the living room floor MOANING!  Kurt's in my face telling me I'm OK.  I'm in a nursing nightgown that's hiked up around my belly because I didn't want it touching me AND I'm not wearing any undies!  Pam loads our bags into the car.  Kurt tells her which are most important because we needed to go SOON.  She backed our car out of the garage for us.  Shortly thereafter, Oliver woke up crying and came downstairs.  Kurt tells me I have to get up.  Seriously?  I have to get up?  I'm not sure this is going to happen.

He goes and gets me some yoga pants to throw on.  Of course, he has no idea when he’s grabbing my pants (in a frenzy straight from the dryer) that they are not maternity and only pull up to just below my hips!   He helps me into them (which basically means he dressed me because I was not with it).  We work together to get me standing up and I contract again before getting all of the way up.  As soon as I stand fully, I contract again and I lean on the arm of the loveseat.  Suddenly my water bursts.  I seriously think there were sound effects.  It soaked my pants, but there was no time to change.  No time for shoes, or a coat.  Pam tells Oliver to give mommy a kiss and I remember loving on him for a quick second.  I'm barefoot and pregnant, about to be un-pregnant.  My pants are soaked with amniotic fluid and it's freezing out.  Pam and Kurt help me out to the car.  They've put two dishtowels on the front seat.  Pam buckles me in and we rush out of the driveway.

As soon as we back, out Kurt hears the dreaded noise.  You know, the one where you start bearing down?  I mean it when I tell you, there was NO.STOPPING.IT.  It was the same feeling as Oliver's birth.  I knew that meant I was 10 cm and this baby was coming out!  Kurt really high tailed it after hearing that noise.  He began praying out loud, "Dear Lord, Please get us to the hospital safely.  Please keep us safe, keep Julianne safe."  At one point on the interstate, Kurt was speeding at over 85 MPH (it feels more like 150 MPH but he assures me it wasn’t!) with the hazard lights on and honking the horn the whole way.  He looked at me and said, "Riss, say the word.  I'll pull this car over and I'll deliver our baby.  You tell me what to do."  I was still bearing down and you know what happens when you bear down?  You poop.  Yep, I was pooping my pants.  I could feel her head.  The whole time Kurt sped as fast as he could.  We were swerving lanes and running red lights on Broadway.  I remember passing the gas station across from the Kroger on Broadway and seriously about to tell Kurt to pull in and deliver me because she was coming.  Luckily, Kurt sped on the whole way and we zoomed into the Women's Pavilion, leaving our car right in front of the door.  Kurt runs in to tell them I'm crowning and it felt like it was taking FOREVER for them to get someone down there to me.  I remember people walking on the sidewalk staring at me.  I was MOANING and hanging half out of the car.  I was debating taking my pants off but I knew I couldn't manage that myself.  After what felt like an eternity, an OB (Dr. Heartline) and a couple nurses and other hospital staff come outside.  They have a wheel chair and they say, "Can you get in the chair?"  Kurt's like, "She's going to need help!"  So, he helps me into the chair.  I remember Libby, my precious little sister who had just arrived at the hospital, touching my arm as to say, "I love you, you can do this, you made it."  In the heat of the excitement, Kurt told Libby to stay with the car.  Sadly, that meant the nurses thought she wasn't welcome upstairs.  So, Libby got stuck with a car she couldn't move because she didn't have the keys.  They also expected her to fill out my paperwork, like she knew my social security number!?  AND, they wouldn't let her upstairs because she didn't know the days code!  Dr. Heartline was wheeling me up to my room and I remember him commenting on my nails and asked if I did them that day.  He also said Dr. Brabson was going to owe him for this! Haha!

We went straight into my room and Dr. Heartline noticed the birthing pool.  He said, "Are we going straight into the water?"  The nurses quickly said it wasn't ready.  Sadly, it only had a couple inches of water in it.  So, he said he'd like to check me and they took my pants off me and helped me onto the bed.  I remember he was putting his hand out to check me when he saw I was already crowning.  LOL!  He asked if I needed an episiotmomy with Oliver because if I was likely to need one, he was going to numb the area.  I remember quickly saying, "I DON'T WANT AN EPISIOTOMY!" I was too far along for manners.  About this time, Dr. Brabson walked in and I could have kissed him!  :)  He was dressed in khakis and a dress shirt.  He quickly got ready for the delivery and asked me how I was doing and so forth.  I rememeber him getting all ready then standing at the foot of the bed and crossing his hands and saying, "We'll just wait till you feel like pushing again".  I really love him.  I think my body was giving me a minute of rest after all the excitement.  I remember processing that I was in labor, we'd made it to the hospital, Dr. Brabson had made it for the delivery, we were safe, everyone was going to miss it, etc. etc.  The nurse told Dr. Brabson there was no time for an IV and asked if he was OK with that.  Of course he was.  She also mentioned she had Cytotec ready for after delivery and I again shouted out, leaving my manners in the car, "I DON'T WANT TO TAKE CYTOTEC!"  Again, Dr. Brabson was OK with that and we moved on.  Quickly I felt a contraction coming on.  The nurse and Kurt helped me hold my legs.  I pushed and they told me they could see her face.  Then I experienced the "ring of fire".  I didn't experience that with Oliver because he was so small.  Once his head was out, his body basically fell out.  This time was different.  I waited till I felt another contraction and I pushed hard to deliver the rest of her face and her shoulders.  At 4:38 pm, a mere 8 minutes after arriving at the hospital, she came straight to my chest.  She was looking at me like, "Hi Mama!" That's when I realized I never took my blasted nightgown off.  I hate that I missed feeling her wet and warm body right against my chest.  I told Kurt and the nurse to help me and I was soon naked and feeling her body right against mine.

Do you know the rush of meeting your child?  The feeling of that conquer?  Knowing that you just did something so amazing.  Oh, that feeling is the absolute best feeling there is.  That moment is hugely transformative.  And then there's the smell.  Oooh, the smell of your baby.  She smelled just like Oliver smelled and I LOVED that. In that moment, I became a mother of two.  I suddenly had a daughter.  I was meeting her for the first time and my heart was immediately changed.  I've said that Oliver made me a mother and that is something I will only share with him.  What I share with Julianne is that she is my daughter.  My mother and I are so close and I look up to her so much.  My sisters are my best friends.  Now I have my own daughter; a little woman to mold and cherish.  My sweet, Julianne.  She's here and she's perfect.

"Hi Mama!"
Precious first moments!
Do we make a good team or what!?
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So, after about 5 minutes Libby walks in with Haddie on her back and I say, "She's here!"  Libby said she thought, "psh, well she must not be that far along because she hasn't lost her sense of humor!"  LOL!!  Then she looked over and realized I wasn't joking!  She was here!  Libby got out the camera and started snapping pictures.  The nurses were fabulous.  There was no pressure or contention when we didn't want to do several of the newborn procedures.  They waited to weigh her until we asked them to, which was a couple hours later.  Dr. Brabson told us he had been getting his hair cut and had JUST finished when he got the call.  I thanked him up and down for making it back for our birth!  Mom and Jenny arrived about 30 minutes after Julianne's arrival. The room was already emptied out and we were just soaking in our exciting day.  My mom walked through the door first and immediately started crying.  This is the first birth she has missed.  This was our 10th natural birth among the 4 of us. We all love birth and love experiencing it together.  I hate that they didn't get to be there, but I know it happened the way it did for a reason.  For whatever reason, my inclinations were right that my mom wouldn't make it.  I'm thankful I had those feelings in the weeks prior because it kind of helped me prepare for that.  I don't have amazing labor and birth pictures to share with you because of how quickly things happened.  But I do have my story to share which I think is so important.  Thank you for reading my story.  Feel free to share it with a friend!

Here I am feeling like a rock star after an exciting day!
Aunt Libby rocks <3

Grammy meeting Julianne
Best shot we have of everyone!  Talking about how everything happened!
Aunt Jenny meeting Julianne and hearing about our birth


Proud Parents!
Ollie's first words about his little sister, "WHOOAA!"

7 Pounds 12 Oz.
20 inches long
PROUD big brother!

Thank you for reading!  I hope you enjoyed my story!  <3

xoxo,
Riss

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

1 Month Old

Our precious Julianne is one month old today!  She's such a wonderful baby.  She has fit right into our family and has a sweet, loving personality.  She's very content and just a joy to be around.  





Tuesday, March 5, 2013

7 stitches

Sunday afternoon around 4 pm we were sitting in our living room with family, passing out Christmas presents.   We don't make it a habit to have Christmas in March but since my parents got the flu over Christmas, things got postponed till we saw them again.  We each had our pile of presents and Oliver had opened one so far, a small add-on Duplos set.  He got on Rody and was bouncing around and bucked off the front of Rody directly into the corner of the wall.  The sound was awful. It was so loud. Kurt got to him first and calmly said "there's blood".  I hopped up and after wrestling with a very agitated and screaming 2 year old, we assessed the wound and quickly agreed we needed to go to the hospital.  Fortunately, East Tennessee Children's Hospital is here in Knoxville and only a short trip down the interstate to UT campus.

By the time we'd gotten underway to the hospital, the bleeding had stopped but the gash was deep and gapping so we knew he needed stitches.  Luckily, I was able to leave Julianne at home with my parents, brother, and Libby and Sean.  I didn't want to leave her but I realized that Oliver needed me more at that moment than she did.  So, I went with him.  At Children's Hospital, the kids in the waiting room were so, SO sick.  I was very glad they had a separate waiting room for inured children because I would have had a panic attack in the other room.

Oliver's head had stopped bleeding when they took him into triage.  First, they told us to take his coat off and to set him on the scale.  He did not want to do that so he slapped himself in the forehead, causing his wound to break open and bleed everywhere again.  He spent some time screaming and flailing around while they numbed and bandaged his head.  The stickers they gave him were a good distraction, though.  We went back to wait a few more minutes before they got him back to his room.

I'd say our wait was only about 30 minutes total before we were back in our room.  We saw the doctor and, as we expected, he determined Oliver would benefit more from stitches than from glue, since it was a cosmetic concern on his forehead.  He quickly observed how Oliver would react when he was made to do something he didn't want to (more flailing and throwing his head back), and suggested a sedative medication.  We agreed to try to help him to calm down and hopefully lay still while he was being stitched.  He got the medicine and we had to wait a good 45 minutes for it to kick in.  He nursed for a good portion of that time and his eyes were rolling but he wouldn't give in to sleep.  He also got very upset when he was not nursing.  We kept him distracted, laying in the bed, watching Caillou on our phones.

When the time came for the actual stitching, it was pretty awful.  The nurse held Oliver's head, Daddy held his legs down and I was by his body.  They used a long, folded sheet to wrap his arms up so he could not use them to fight off the doctor.  To say Oliver was pissed would be an understatement.  I have never seen him so mad.  He was screaming, sweating, saying "No! No!" and "Done. Done".  It was pitiful.  It took all three of us to hold him still while he was getting his stitches.  It felt like an eternity!  I hated hearing him scream like that and was scared he was going to make himself sick from getting so upset.  I had to remind myself he was just mad at being messed with and held down.  The doctor had tested whether the numbing gel had worked so we knew he was not in pain.  It took 7 stitches to close the wound.  We have to keep the area dry for 7 days which means some crazy looking locks in the meantime ;)



We have seriously had an eventful few weeks and I'm hoping things slow down now.  In case you're concerned Julianne starved while we were gone, no worries!  Aunt Libby nursed her until we could make it back home! :)  We were only gone about 3.5 hours, which wasn't too bad, considering it was an ER visit.  Once we were allowed to leave, Oliver was SO HAPPY to be outta there.  He was loopy from the meds and he was happily waving and saying, "BYE!! BYE!!" to everyone around.  Everyone stopped what they were doing to see us out and to wave back to Oliver.  It was pretty awesome.  Then we passed the nurse who held his head and he quickly threw both arms out as wide as he could for a big hug.  It was seriously sweet.  They had a big hug and she remarked that they had made up.  It was a good experience for what it was and we're glad to have Children's so close by for these kinds of trips.  There really is a difference in care there.  I'm glad Oliver's experience ended on a good note.

Since then, he's told me the story in his jibber jabbery toddler talk, about a hundred times.  The words I can make out are "boo boo, wall, and ouch"with a lot of other words thrown in there.  I'm glad that's behind us but I had to share the story of how the scar came about, so we remember it in the years to come.

xoxo,
One Tired Mama

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Introducing...

Our little blessing joined us in an exciting, whirlwind, adventurous way on January 13th.  Julianne Marie is such a wonderful baby.  I can't wait to share her birth story with you; once I have the time to sit down and write it!  In many ways, it didn't happen the way I expected but really I wouldn't change it.  But we'll talk more about that in another post.

For now, I just wanted to quickly share a couple pictures:



Proud Big Brother
Think they might look alike? ↑Julianne ↓Oliver



Miss Julianne the Ladybug

2 Weeks Old