So, it has been pretty much forever since I last blogged. Sorry about that. In mommy time it has been about 10 years.... ;)
It seems like so much has happened since August. We went to Sedona, AZ and had a lovely weekend trip there. Izzy pretty much loved Sedona, and I finally got to see the Grand Canyon.
Umm... Iz turned 6months! I don't know how that happened... For some reason 6 months is a big mile marker to me...
Iz really is such a great little girl. She gets me out of bed early(to my standards at least) but when I pick her up in the morning its just a burst of happiness. I love it... I think Michael has picked up on it too. When he is home, he loves getting her up from naps... I would call her an angel, but I don't think angels are as loud and shrill as she is... She just likes to tell ya what's up, in the loudest voice possible.. Hahaha. Michael and I are stumped as to how such a little baby can make such a loud noise.. She can make my ping-pong table room echo...
Her baby babble is becoming way more understandable too... It's staring to sound like sounds instead of coos and sighs... Every once and awhile I will hear wa-wa and da-da, and once she said ma-ma... Sadly this was all just jibberish to her... I have been saying ma-ma to her a lot, and I think she knows that it means me. When I say it she looks at me and smiles... But her eyes look at me in a way that makes me think that she knows what I'm saying.... I love it...
Well she is now officially 8 months old... She loves sweet potatoes, carrots, hates peas, not crawling yet but seriously on the verge... Like any day now... I wouldn't be surprised if she lost some weight once she starts... Silly little miss...
It's funny how you Figure out a name for your child and you try to make sure there aren't any funny nicknames, but when they are born you come up with all kinds of nicknames for them... Before she was born we called her Izzy-Iz but now we call her sweet endearing names like:
The stink
Stinker butt
Miss Iz ( when you say it aloud, it sounds like Mrs.)
Iz
Izzers
Little miss
Missy
Etc....
Ok, I'm sure I've successfully wasted your time...
Monday, December 5, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Izzy Ears
Iz will be 5 months Sept. 4th. How in the world did my little girl get to be 5 months!? (and at the same time, these 5 months seemed like forever.) (Don't ask me how... but yeah)
So at her 4 Month check up, Iz got shots (that gave her a small temp the next day) and her ears pierced. Yes I know... she is only 4 months old, I'm mean. BUT this is how I figure...
1. She will not remember the trama of getting her ears pierced.
2. I could have given her the choice when she is older, but what little girl doesn't want her ears pierced?
3. I have read that the nerves in her ear lobes aren't fully developed yet, so it doesn't hurt as much. (I have no idea if that is true or not)
AND she handled it like a champ. She didn't like being held down, but as soon as we picked her up the crying stopped. (the shots were a different story...) not a happy camper after those mean shots...
The only down side (which is a lame down side) is that I didn't get to pick her first earings. She had some little gold dots that looks rather 'Old Lady' esk...
So at her 4 Month check up, Iz got shots (that gave her a small temp the next day) and her ears pierced. Yes I know... she is only 4 months old, I'm mean. BUT this is how I figure...
1. She will not remember the trama of getting her ears pierced.
2. I could have given her the choice when she is older, but what little girl doesn't want her ears pierced?
3. I have read that the nerves in her ear lobes aren't fully developed yet, so it doesn't hurt as much. (I have no idea if that is true or not)
AND she handled it like a champ. She didn't like being held down, but as soon as we picked her up the crying stopped. (the shots were a different story...) not a happy camper after those mean shots...
The only down side (which is a lame down side) is that I didn't get to pick her first earings. She had some little gold dots that looks rather 'Old Lady' esk...
Got my hair did...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Izzy's Baby Blessing
If you guys don't already know, I have the best family. I hate to brag, but I cannot lie, my family really is the best. It is soo heart warming to have them all come together for my little Izzy.
Izzy was blessed on June 5th. Michael did an amazing job, I'm pretty sure all the ladies in my family cried. It was really touching. A lot of people have come up to me telling me how Michael's voice just captured them. I cannot express how great it is to have such a wonderful man in my life that has the priesthood. Thank you to all the great men in Izzy's life that helped bless her. She had:
Daddy
Uncle Cristopher
Uncle Daniel
Grandpa Donavan
Uncle Rickey
Uncle Shane
Grandpa Lynn
Uncle Judd
Uncle David
Cousin Josh
Uncle Todd
Jared Ford
& Bishop Gardner
Being a mom has changed my life for the better. I love when she looks at me and smiles. I love our conversations. I just love her. I recommend being a mom. Nothing is better than a smile and a coo...
Izzy was blessed on June 5th. Michael did an amazing job, I'm pretty sure all the ladies in my family cried. It was really touching. A lot of people have come up to me telling me how Michael's voice just captured them. I cannot express how great it is to have such a wonderful man in my life that has the priesthood. Thank you to all the great men in Izzy's life that helped bless her. She had:
Daddy
Uncle Cristopher
Uncle Daniel
Grandpa Donavan
Uncle Rickey
Uncle Shane
Grandpa Lynn
Uncle Judd
Uncle David
Cousin Josh
Uncle Todd
Jared Ford
& Bishop Gardner
Being a mom has changed my life for the better. I love when she looks at me and smiles. I love our conversations. I just love her. I recommend being a mom. Nothing is better than a smile and a coo...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Izzy Part: 2
Ok you guys, sorry to leave off in the middle of the story... I have hardly anytime to myself...
So after being hooked up to the meter machine for about 15 minutes, Dr. Jones comes back into the room, takes a look at the data the machine recorded, and said everything looks fine no need to worry, but the placenta was matured and Izzy has stopped growing. So in other words, Izzy was full term and was just taking her sweet time coming out... (Now that I know her it totally makes sense... The stinker is the slowest eater I have ever seen and all she wants to do is cuddle. What better place to cuddle than the womb?)
Jones wanted to schedule us for a stress test for that night. (Everything was happening so fast that Michael and I just gave him 'deer in the headlight' looks and nodded.
That night we go to the hospital and we are put into a delivery room, and I change into the hospital gown. And then we waited for what seemed like forever. Finally a sweet nurse came in and hooked me up to an IV (which sucked) and checked me. They started the platocin and then we just hung out. The nurse came in a couple more times to check me and adjusted the platocin dropper thing.
So after 4 hours of no changes the nurse came back in and said that Jones called and scheduled me to be induced on Monday, if I don't go into labor all by myself over the weekend. (And of course I didn't)
ps. Platocin makes you way hormonal. After getting off it that night I made Michael take me to In n Out where I downed 2 burgers, and wanted to cry for no reason at all.
Back to the story.....
Monday morning FINALLY came. (it was the slowest weekend of my life) I was so nervous about what was about to happen. We got to the hospital a 1/2 hour early and taken straight into a room, changed and hooked up. (no waiting this time) Hours pass and I dilate to a 2 and more hours pass, and finally around 5pm I'm finally a 3. The nurse breaks my water and gets that wonderful man that does the epidurals. Before he does it he tells me that 1 in 30 epidurals miss the mark the first time. (its like he jinxed himself) Once it was done he tested it and he missed. So he redid my epidural, and it took that time.
ps. I highly recommend the epidural. After being pregnant for 40 weeks, it feels GREAT to be paralyzed from the waist down. All your backaches are gone and your butt doesn't hurt...
(oh and by the way, I was having contractions this whole time. I must have a VERY high pain tolerance, I barely noticed them, but they were reading off the charts....)
So at this point I know what a contraction feels like but not to the point of were I'm screaming and pulling on Michael's hair....
After my water was broken and my epidural administered, we just hung out and watched American Chopper, thinking I was going to progress as slowly as I did all day long. At 8pm the nurse came in and checked me. I was at a 10! (so glad I didn't have a mirror) This is when I got anxious... Yikes! a 10 that fast!? The nurse said that we were gonna start with the practice pushes. This made Michael and I even more nervous, because my sister in law practiced pushed and her baby came out without her doctor... SCARY!
Just as we were about to tell the nurse, Sorry no practice pushing for us, Jones walks in... (it was literally like a knight in shining armor moment.) I exhaled and felt a lot better about the whole situation. Thinking this was going to be an easy delivery Jones turned off my epidural and told me to start pushing. So I pushed... and pushed......... and pushed some more. Izzy was stuck on my pubic bone, and no matter how hard I pushed she didn't budge. After 2 hours of pushing my guts out, the epidural started to wear off and I started to feel things I didn't want to. At that point Jones got the forceps, and as I pushed, he pulled. Finally little Miss Izzy came out screaming at 10:22 pm. I looked down and saw a purple little baby.
They cleaned her up, weighed 6 LBS and 13 Oz. and measured 18 inches (which I found out later that was wrong she was really 19inches) her, Michael cut the cord and counted fingers and toes...
Well, Little Miss Iz had fluid in her lungs and a little bit of a temperature... So I only got a glance at her before they carted her off to the NICU.
(All the while my wonderful Dr. Jones stitched me up (and yes I could feel it)
Izzy took all the commotion with her to the NICU (Michael went with her on my request) I was alone... It was the first time in 10 months that I was alone. All alone. My Izzers wasn't with me. I laid their and cried. Cried for my baby, hoping everything was going to be alright with her, and for myself. I didn't realize how wonderful being pregnant was until she wasn't with me anymore. (Granted Hormones was a BIG kicker in all of this)
Michael came back and updated me on how our Little Izzers was doing. She was fine, just had to cough up the fluid and try to maintain a good temperature. Sadly NICU has a 4 hour policy. Once a baby is admitted into the NICU they cant be released for at least 4 hours.
Michael was running back and forth all night. Showing me pictures of her, and reassuring me that she is completely fine.
After the 4 hours passed, we were transferred to a recovery room. (getting out of that delivery room and away from the traumatic experience was a breath of fresh air to me) I finally got to hold my baby, my perfect baby.
So that is my story. I'm not gonna lie, I teared up writing this, remembering the part when my Iz wasn't with me, and the possibility that something could be terribly wrong with her. It was a heavy experience.
Little Miss Izzy was swollen and had bruises on her face from the forceps, but somehow she managed to be the cutest little girl I have ever seen. We weren't too sure if we were gonna actually name her Izzy tho. She didn't look like the little girl from our 3-d ultra sound, and we already had the face and the name linked. It took me two days to finally fill out the Birth Certificate. It was the very last thing we did before leaving the hospital. We figured she was Izzy. It felt right, and that's what we were calling her most of the pregnancy....
Pictures to follow.....
So after being hooked up to the meter machine for about 15 minutes, Dr. Jones comes back into the room, takes a look at the data the machine recorded, and said everything looks fine no need to worry, but the placenta was matured and Izzy has stopped growing. So in other words, Izzy was full term and was just taking her sweet time coming out... (Now that I know her it totally makes sense... The stinker is the slowest eater I have ever seen and all she wants to do is cuddle. What better place to cuddle than the womb?)
Jones wanted to schedule us for a stress test for that night. (Everything was happening so fast that Michael and I just gave him 'deer in the headlight' looks and nodded.
That night we go to the hospital and we are put into a delivery room, and I change into the hospital gown. And then we waited for what seemed like forever. Finally a sweet nurse came in and hooked me up to an IV (which sucked) and checked me. They started the platocin and then we just hung out. The nurse came in a couple more times to check me and adjusted the platocin dropper thing.
So after 4 hours of no changes the nurse came back in and said that Jones called and scheduled me to be induced on Monday, if I don't go into labor all by myself over the weekend. (And of course I didn't)
ps. Platocin makes you way hormonal. After getting off it that night I made Michael take me to In n Out where I downed 2 burgers, and wanted to cry for no reason at all.
Back to the story.....
Monday morning FINALLY came. (it was the slowest weekend of my life) I was so nervous about what was about to happen. We got to the hospital a 1/2 hour early and taken straight into a room, changed and hooked up. (no waiting this time) Hours pass and I dilate to a 2 and more hours pass, and finally around 5pm I'm finally a 3. The nurse breaks my water and gets that wonderful man that does the epidurals. Before he does it he tells me that 1 in 30 epidurals miss the mark the first time. (its like he jinxed himself) Once it was done he tested it and he missed. So he redid my epidural, and it took that time.
ps. I highly recommend the epidural. After being pregnant for 40 weeks, it feels GREAT to be paralyzed from the waist down. All your backaches are gone and your butt doesn't hurt...
(oh and by the way, I was having contractions this whole time. I must have a VERY high pain tolerance, I barely noticed them, but they were reading off the charts....)
So at this point I know what a contraction feels like but not to the point of were I'm screaming and pulling on Michael's hair....
After my water was broken and my epidural administered, we just hung out and watched American Chopper, thinking I was going to progress as slowly as I did all day long. At 8pm the nurse came in and checked me. I was at a 10! (so glad I didn't have a mirror) This is when I got anxious... Yikes! a 10 that fast!? The nurse said that we were gonna start with the practice pushes. This made Michael and I even more nervous, because my sister in law practiced pushed and her baby came out without her doctor... SCARY!
Just as we were about to tell the nurse, Sorry no practice pushing for us, Jones walks in... (it was literally like a knight in shining armor moment.) I exhaled and felt a lot better about the whole situation. Thinking this was going to be an easy delivery Jones turned off my epidural and told me to start pushing. So I pushed... and pushed......... and pushed some more. Izzy was stuck on my pubic bone, and no matter how hard I pushed she didn't budge. After 2 hours of pushing my guts out, the epidural started to wear off and I started to feel things I didn't want to. At that point Jones got the forceps, and as I pushed, he pulled. Finally little Miss Izzy came out screaming at 10:22 pm. I looked down and saw a purple little baby.
They cleaned her up, weighed 6 LBS and 13 Oz. and measured 18 inches (which I found out later that was wrong she was really 19inches) her, Michael cut the cord and counted fingers and toes...
Well, Little Miss Iz had fluid in her lungs and a little bit of a temperature... So I only got a glance at her before they carted her off to the NICU.
(All the while my wonderful Dr. Jones stitched me up (and yes I could feel it)
Izzy took all the commotion with her to the NICU (Michael went with her on my request) I was alone... It was the first time in 10 months that I was alone. All alone. My Izzers wasn't with me. I laid their and cried. Cried for my baby, hoping everything was going to be alright with her, and for myself. I didn't realize how wonderful being pregnant was until she wasn't with me anymore. (Granted Hormones was a BIG kicker in all of this)
Michael came back and updated me on how our Little Izzers was doing. She was fine, just had to cough up the fluid and try to maintain a good temperature. Sadly NICU has a 4 hour policy. Once a baby is admitted into the NICU they cant be released for at least 4 hours.
Michael was running back and forth all night. Showing me pictures of her, and reassuring me that she is completely fine.
After the 4 hours passed, we were transferred to a recovery room. (getting out of that delivery room and away from the traumatic experience was a breath of fresh air to me) I finally got to hold my baby, my perfect baby.
So that is my story. I'm not gonna lie, I teared up writing this, remembering the part when my Iz wasn't with me, and the possibility that something could be terribly wrong with her. It was a heavy experience.
Little Miss Izzy was swollen and had bruises on her face from the forceps, but somehow she managed to be the cutest little girl I have ever seen. We weren't too sure if we were gonna actually name her Izzy tho. She didn't look like the little girl from our 3-d ultra sound, and we already had the face and the name linked. It took me two days to finally fill out the Birth Certificate. It was the very last thing we did before leaving the hospital. We figured she was Izzy. It felt right, and that's what we were calling her most of the pregnancy....
Pictures to follow.....
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