Month One

Our little girl is a month old......well, she's older than that now, but she was a month old when I started this post! It sure has been an adjustment, having two kids. There are days we really feel sorry for Declan, his world has changed so drastically, and he had no idea it would. But he has actually been pretty good considering. He may get in trouble more these days, but that's more his age than Abby's presence. Really the only difference is that he gets away with more, as I am pinned to the couch several times a day. :) He REALLY loves his sister. He wants to be as close to her as humanly possible whenever we let him......and even when we don't! He has only gotten jealous a few times, mostly when he's already cranky, and he just wants to be held instead of Abby. And pretty much anytime my dad holds her, he says "No, my Grandpa!!" To which we explain that he's her Grandpa too! I know this may not last, his love for her that is, but I'll enjoy it while I can!

Breastfeeding: not as easy the second time as I thought it would. But, I had practically weekly Lactation appointments in her first month, so that already made it easier! She was born at 7lbs 5oz, but was 7lbs 3 days later, and did go down to 6lbs 9oz. If she had lost any less, they would have been quite worried. But, ever so slowly, her weight went up. The lac lady said that Abs was a poky eater, so she wouldn't try hard enough and not take as much milk from me. Basically, she's lazy. Which isn't a big shocker, she is my daughter you know! :) Hopefully, this gets better....it already has a little.

As for sleeping......well at a month, she was still going to bed late and getting up early. But it has been a bit easier to handle this time. I do let Trevor sleep more, he does have to go to work, but also so that he has more energy to help with BOTH kids. Goodness, you never realize how easy one kid is until you have two!! I think what made it "easier" was that I kinda knew what to expect. Oh I was (am) still exhausted, but I was (am) able to cope better.

Well, I'll let the pictures tell you more how the month went. And since I'm posting this after she has turned two months old, you can expect "Month Two"......in another month! :)

2 Days old:

Arriving home

And your life as a pack mule begins......


He loves her. He really really does.

Uncle Chris and Abs

My dad was trying to capture a sweet moment of my bro and sis-in-law loving on Abby while I gazed sweetly in the background. I was having fun. :)

Dec "holding" Abby for the first time.

"What happens if I poke her?"

She hits back! :)

We put on Backyardigans so that he would be slightly distracted and not try too hard to poke her eyes.

Abs with Auntie Lala

Abs and Nana

First bath at home. She loves them now.

"Save me Daddy!!!"

"What. Did you just put me through?!"

3 days old:

Meeting Quincy

Possible suitor? :)

5 days old:

Great Grandma Spice and Abs

(In the beginning, I was too wary to cut her fingernails, so I would put socks on her hands. I was going to get mittens, but the practical side of me thought "socks work just as good and I don't have to buy those now!")

Kisses from Brother

Daddy feeding Abs for the first time

6 days old:

Side sleeper like her brother

9 days old:

Someone LOOOOOVES to cuddle! Seriously, the closer the better.

Ok.....I can't believe I'm posting this next picture. Not just because the hat part looks so dorky, but my face is just.....hmm. Anyway, let me explain. (For those who don't want to hear about breastfeeding or my boobs, feel free to skip this.) In the beginning, I had a hard time with breastfeeding. Both my kids struggled, but this time, I got in to see a lactation consultant almost immediately. Things are way better now, but it took a good month (or more really) to get things going well. Part of the problem is that, like I said, she is a reeeeeeeeeeeallllllllyyy ssssssllllllooooooooooooooooowwwwww eater. She wasn't gaining weight fast enough, so they wanted me to supplement with pumped milk or formula. However there was a process to supplementing that included a small tube and medical tape. If you really care to hear what the whole set-up was, leave a comment...I'll e-mail you. Basically because of physics and my daughter.....I looked like this every 3 hours:

20 days old:

Sucking her two fingers just like her mama did.

3 weeks old:

Super sad face.

Our future model: I saw a post on facebook that a friend of a friend who is a talent agent for kids was looking for newborns under 9 pounds for a role on a soap opera. Abby was still 7lbs at the time, so I thought "Why not! She's 3 weeks old, she needs to pull her own weight in this family." :) I sent an e-mail to the agent, and received a phone call within 20 min! All I needed to do was get a work permit for her and head to LA for the "audition". However, to get the permit, I needed her dr. to sign off that she was healthy enough. Well, because of her weight gain issues, the doc wouldn't sign. And to this day she still won't sign. And the talent agent called again asking for Abby. I may need to find a new doctor! :) These are the quick pictures I took to send to the agent. Of course, Mel's pictures are WAAAAAAAAY better, but I didn't have them in my possession at the time so my measly pictures had to do.

She has such a serious face sometimes. Just another feature similar to her brother's.

More cuddle time

Apparently she's a bit possessive...

"My daddy!"

4 weeks old:

"Do you think this is funny?"

1 month!

Precious girl....

Strong girl!!

Birth Story - the Abby Edition

Before I start, let's get one thing straight: I'm no hero. For those of you who didn't hear (and I can't imagine there are that many people who didn't, I've let EVERYONE know), I had Abby without an epidural. Please know that this was in no way my intention! They say second babies come faster.....um, yes, this is true.


This pregnancy, I had A LOT of Braxton Hicks contractions. And I felt them really early on. I was told that's also normal for second pregnancies, so I didn't worry......much. :) As we got closer to my due date, they kept getting longer and more frequent. In fact, the last two weeks leading up to my due date, I kinda felt like I was in labor, just with practically painless contractions. On Fathers Day, during the 1 hour church service, I had about 6 or 7 contractions.....but completely pain free. Oh sure, I FELT them, and sometimes they took my breath away, but they really didn't hurt. That day at lunch, I was getting kinda nervous about it, so I called labor and delivery, told them what was going on: minute long contractions, about 5-7 minutes apart, no pain. "Sorry, nope, stay home and call us when they're painful." Grr, fine, I'll get a pedicure then! It's tradition apparently, I got one the day before I had Declan. (Also....check out that flip flop tan!)





5 am, Monday morning, June 21st: my due date. I woke to contractions, not too bad, but definitely the real thing! I started timing them and they were like they had been, lasting longer than a minute, 5-7 minutes apart. I took a shower, ate a poptart, and asked Trevor to call the hospital. He had been up (thank you World Cup) and had been slowly getting our stuff ready, taking care of me, and watching the Portugal v North Korea game. After the call to the hospital, where we were told to do the things we'd already done (eat and shower), we called Trevor's dad, who would be watching D, and my mom, who would be in the room with us. Originally, the plan was to take Declan down to Gary, who lives in Fountain Valley, but when I realized how close my contractions were, I asked if Gary could meet us at the hospital instead. Boy am I glad he could!!

My contractions were strong, but I was handling it pretty well. Until 7. They started getting really intense. REALLY. Intense. Declan was awake by then and wandering around the house, while Trevor was still getting things together. As the contractions got stronger, I was looking for new ways to cope. I got on our bed, on all fours, and all of a sudden, the contraction was so strong, I felt like pushing. So I said, quite loudly, "I need to push!!" Declan was in the room and his response: "Hee hee, funny mommy!" This was great, I'd much prefer he be entertained then scared.


By the way.....yes, you read that right: I was at home, feeling like I needed to push. Oh crap. So getting ready calmly went right out the door, and the scramble commenced. Poor Trevor was torn between getting everything, including Declan, into the car, and taking care of me. All I could do is scream in pain. Really, I wasn't made to labor without pain meds. At this point I was starting to worry that I wasn't going to make it in time for an epidural.


Finally, we were ready and Trevor helped me down to the car. I did my best not to scream from our back door to the car, I was feeling insecure about my screaming as it was, I didn't need to wake the whole complex. Thankfully, the walk was almost contraction free, one started just as I got to the car, strong muttering took the place of screaming at that point. From Trevor's memory, we left at 7:38. I couldn't tell you many details like time, all I could concentrate on was NOT pushing.


On our way, things got even MORE intense, and after passing the freeway on-ramp that was backed up causing us to take surface streets....I decided I would have the baby in the car. :) Seriously, I felt I couldn't hold it anymore, and I said to Trevor, "I need you to pull over, I HAVE TO PUSH!" Apparently Trevor was not on board with that idea, probably cause our car was only two weeks old at that point. He grabbed the phone (sans bluetooth....the rebel!) and called the hospital. "Hi, my wife is in labor, we're on our way in, but she's telling me she needs to push......." "Oh! Ok......hold on........ok, we can send an EMT to you, where are you?" Heh. Trevor assured them we would make it to the hospital as fast as the EMT would get to us, so we continued. Throughout all this, I'm still screaming and yelling "I HAVE TO PUSH!!!" I was very Hollywood about it. :) And Declan was behind me saying "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy?" "Yes Declan?" "TREE!!" Again, better to not be freaked by mommy.


I really can't describe to you how freaked out I was. As each contraction ended, I would pray and pray that the next one wouldn't come till we were at the hospital. All I really wanted was to lay down, I did not want to be sitting anymore, and of course, I wanted to PUSH! Obviously that prayer was only answered once, and it was unanswered many, MANY times.


Trevor was told to go to the ER. (When you have a baby at Kaiser, throughout all classes and appointments pre-baby, they tell you that when you're in labor, DO NOT go to the ER; go to Labor and Delivery. L&D is on the 3rd floor of the hospital. At the end of a REALLY long hallway.) We thought this was odd, but they assured us that was where we should go and they would have a team ready for us. Yes! "A team", which to me meant "a gurney"! When we arrived, Trevor pulled into the drop off area, and I noticed there was no team. Mmmm.... Trevor ran into the ER and after a minute, he came out with a nurse and a wheel chair. No team. Sad face. And apparently the nurse tried to turn Trevor away. T: "Hi, my wife is in labor and I was told to come to the ER." Nurse: "Oh no, you need to go to Labor and Delivery." T: "No! I was told to come to the ER. I am here, I'm not leaving!" Go Trevor!

When I saw the chair, I was really disappointed. Let me try one more time to impress upon you how freaked-out-in-pain-screaming-like-a-crazy-person I was. I was freaked out. In pain. Screaminglikeacrazyperson!!!! I begrudgingly got into the wheelchair and continued my crazy person screaming. Trevor grabed Dec from the car....oh yeah, we still had him. And we had no idea where or even if Gary was there. We were seconds away from either handing Declan off to a stranger/nurse or Trevor not coming with me when through one tiny window, Trevor saw my mom! Out of all the entrances to the hospital, my mom just happened to choose the one right next to the ER, thank you God!! Seriously devine planning there. Trevor yelled for her, and she ran over. We basically threw Declan and the car keys into her arms and took off.


Now I'm telling you all this as though I remember it. I do....vaguely. Trevor filled in the gaps for me a bit, mostly what I remember is trying to lay as flat as I could in the wheel chair....and screaming. I'll never forget the screaming.

It turns out, the ER has a shortcut to L&D. And it was the fastest elevator ride I've ever been on! Perhaps it was the lady in scrubs who was in there, too, saying brightly: "Hi! I'm an OB! Hi!" I swear that's all she said over and over, as if to make me feel better. I later learned she was slightly worried I would have the baby in the elevator. Rad.

The elevator opened, and the chippy OB asked if there was a room ready for me. I was immediately taken into a delivery room, and Trevor was held back by the receptionist asking for my Kaiser card, name, social security number, favorite movie, hobbies.....seriously, she kept asking questions that Trevor, in his worried state, could not answer. He had left EVERYTHING in the car, the two most important things to remove were me and D and he had taken care of that! :) In the room, I pretty much leapt onto the bed, and as soon as I was in a gown (2 seconds later) I was pushing! Nurse: "Wai-wai-wait! I need to check you!!" Grr, fine, DO IT! "Yup, 10 cm, fully effaced, you're ready to go." Trevor had escaped the receptionist's trap and made it into the room for that bit of news.

T, to the midwife: "I would be remiss in my husbandly duties if I did not ask this: is it too late for an epidural?" Heh heh, yeah. Cue the tears.

Trevor had been asked on the phone if my water had broke, and since I had taken a shower that morning, we didn't know. I've not felt that feeling ever, they broke my water with Dec. I've been told that I would surely know, but still, this time I wasn't sure. Low and behold, my water had not broken, and it was virtually the only thing holding Abby in. So they broke it. And I pushed. And to make a long story short (too late) we arrived at the hospital at 8am and Abby was born at 8:19am. Fastest. Labor. Ever. Ok, not really, but for me it was! :)

It was definitely a whirlwind birth! It all happened so fast it was just crazy. I do believe she was born before a chart had been made for me. My mom and Gary (who had gotten to the hospital before us) were still getting Declan's carseat switched over from our van when Trevor called them to tell them she was here. Sad for my mom, she was supposed to be in the room. :( It was such a different experience from Declan's birth. An event that took all day, pushing for two hours, and feeling nothing (as in no pain) vs. an event that took less than 3 and a half hours!

So what do I think about the whole experience? Well, there is a little pride that I did it naturally, but women have done that FOREVER, so, like I said, I'm no hero. Some people have felt a stronger connection to their baby because of the lack of pain meds, but I have to say I did not. With D, I could totally focus on him because I didn't feel anything, there was nothing to distract me from his presence. With Abs, I had a hard time with being excited because I was in so much pain. And to answer your question, yes. I am the biggest wuss in the world. Am I happy that the pain of birthing made me less thrilled with her arrival? Heck no! Do I wish I was a stronger person? Of course. But that's not me. And I'm ok with that. I am currently, and forever will be completely thrilled by her presence in my life. And she's got a great story of how she entered this world.

Trevor, on the other hand, preferred this experience waaaaay more than the last. Nice and quick. Way more stressful and scary of course, but over fast enough to get past the worry. And I did seem to recover faster this time around. I could walk sooner. We left the hospital sooner. Trevor only missed one world cup game. :) Seriously, we watched the early game while laboring, and we were in the recovery room by the time the last game started. Another bonus for Trev. :)

So there is her story. Crazy huh? I almost had her in the car! What if Trevor had taken Dec to Gary's? I would have given birth at home....ALONE! The midwife wasn't called into the delivery room, she heard my screaming and came running. :) I was talking to the nurse taking care of me later in the day, telling her how I didn't have an epidural (I was telling everyone), and she said "Yeah, I know, I heard you." Talk about embarrassing! What. A. Day.

She's now a month old, and we are starting to see a new normal. I still have yet to cook dinner or do much cleaning, but I've (sorta) been doing laundry. Once breastfeeding gets easier, I'll be better.....I hope. That's my goal anyway.

Here's a few pics from the day:

This may look like her being born, but she's just getting her first hospital bath. :)

"Enjoying" bath time.

I didn't have a chance to blow dry my hair that morning. I think my hair looks like the wig Norman Bates keeps on his mother.

Grandpa with Abs...

Grandma with Abs.

Leaving the hospital, waiting for my dad to bring the car up.

Our nurse Chris who took care of us the majority of the time we were there.

"How do we do this again?"

"Um, you sure they know what they're doing?!?"

When I said few, I meant few! I plan on posting more soon, but you know me and my blogging intentions! :)

She's here!

Abigail Joy joined us last Monday, June 21st, at 8:19 am. She was 7lbs 5oz and 18.5 inches long. It was a wild morning, and I plan to tell you all about it, as well as post more pictures......soon. As I'm sure you can imagine, adjusting to 2 children instead of just one can be quite time consuming! :) Though I'm sure you've seen these on Facebook, they are two of my favorite pictures from the day she was born, so I share them again! Here you are, our first "family of Four" picture!

P.S. Declan is HUGE!! I swear he grew so much in the two days he was with grandparents. And not just in size, he's smarter too! Knows many more words....it's crazy, but I love it!

Declan - 2 Years

This is Declan on his 2nd birthday. I cannot believe that I am the mother of a 2 year old!! (Nevermind the fact that I will be a mother of TWO kids in about a month....but this post is about D!) I know all parents feel this way, and I remember all of them telling me this when D was a newborn, but when I look at Dec's itty bitty baby pictures, it's crazy to me that this is the same kid we brought home from the hospital two years ago. He talks to us. He climbs stairs on his own. He feeds himself (most of the time). He sleeps in a big boy bed. He "reads" to us (or rather recites what he remembers us reading to him from one book in particular...) He LOVE LOVE LOVES his baby sister, even though he has not met her yet....or really gets what's gonna happen when she actually gets here. He knows countless signs (as in sign language), and it has not affected his speech at all. He stresses me out more than anything ever has. He teaches me patience on a daily basis. I know that two is a hard year, and that three isn't much better, but when he's good, he's GOOD and that makes it all worth it! Trevor and I keep saying "if this is as bad as it gets, we can totally handle it!" As long as we keep saying that each time things are a little worse, we'll never be disappointed! :) Our son is growing up and it's amazing and sad all at the same time. I love this boy so much it brings me to tears....and not just because I'm pregnant...thought the tears do come easier these days. :) Declan, you are the best little boy in the whole world. I can't wait to see you grow, become a big brother, and discover all that this world has to offer you! You are one of the BEST blessings in my life, and I PRAISE GOD for giving me you! Happy 2nd Birthday Declan James!

9 Years

9 years in, and we're already starting to look alike. Yikes! :)

Smile

*If you click on the title, you can hear the song and watch the video.....it kinda needs to be heard to be as effective....even if it is by Uncle Kracker :)

You're better then the best

I'm lucky just to linger in your light

Cooler then he flip side of my pillow, that's right

Completely unaware

Nothing can compare to where you send me,

Lets me know that it's ok, yeah it's ok

And the moments where my good times start to fade

You make me smile like the sun

Fall out of bed, sing like a bird

Dizzy in my heard, spin like a record

Crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold, buzz like a bee

Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Ohh, you make me smile

Even when you're gone

Somehow you come along

Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that

You steal away the rain and just like that

You make me smile like the sun

Fall out of bed, sing like bird

Dizzy in my head, spin like a record

Crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold, buzz like a bee

Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Ohh, you make me smile

Don't know how I lived without you

Cuz everytime that I get around you

I see the best of me inside your eyes

You make me smile

You make me dance like a fool

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold, buzz like a bee

Just the thought of you can drive me wild

You make me smile like the sun

Fall out of bed, sing like a bird

Dizzy in my head, spin like a record

Crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold, buzz like a bee

Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Ohh, you make me smile

9 years ago today, Trevor and I got married! What a crazy 9 years it's been. We had some great, amazing, fantastic, once-in-a-lifetime experiences. We also had some horrible, awful, down-right-depressing times. We changed addresses 4 times, lived in 4 cities and 2 countries. We collectively worked almost 25 jobs (only 3 for Trevor.....you can ask me what my 22 were, if you're curious. :) We stood by our friends and family as they entered married life, and celebrated with them as they became parents. We were given an AMAZING child, and are preparing for another. We have one more year before the milestone 10 years, but that doesn't make this year any less special. I wouldn't have wanted to spend the last 9 years with anyone else, let a lone raise my children with anyone else. I am so thankful that God brought us together, and has helped us through all these years. I love you Trevor Gill.

*The song....well it's a romantic song for sure, but it also makes me think of my children. I had always thought of it as a cute song but the other night I really listened to the lyrics and I realized how much it works for a parent/child relationship. I thought about how I make the buzzing bee sound when I read Hello Bee Hello Me to Declan. I thought about how Declan and I will dance crazy-like every now and then just for fun. I thought about how just thinking of Declan makes me smile like the sun and shine like gold. Tears were immediately in my eyes. Then tonight, I heard the song again, and it made me think of my whole little family: Trevor, Declan, and Abby. They all make me smile like the sun, and just the thought of them drives me wild. Again....I just cried. A good cry of course. :) I love my family!!!