Baby K and the details

First...here is our little Kaia Marie...going forward to be referred to as Baby K (because I don't like to use our full names on here and we haven't figured out a nickname for her yet).

And this is how it all went down....

Let's start with Thursday the 19th.  My last scheduled OB appointment.  During the visit, the doc asked me how I was feeling, miserably uncomfortable, and if I was ready to have a baby, yes of course, and if I wanted to be induced, as soon as possible please.  I was already dilated to a three at this point, which is very favorable for induction.  She gave me 2 options for induction dates, Saturday the 21st or Monday the 23rd.  Believe it or not, I asked for Monday.  I still had a list of things I needed to get done and I wanted to spend one last weekend with Zac before we destroyed his life forever. 

Friday night, I started getting contractions that seemed somewhat "regular" and so I decided I should keep track of what is going on (and yes, they have an app for that...thanks Apple).  After tracking them for a few hours, I found them to be about 20+ minutes apart and only lasting 30ish seconds...no big deal and according to the baby books this could last for a while so I wasn't concerned. 

Saturday, we decided for our last weekend with one child, we would go to the Zoo.  So Saturday morning we tackled some of my "nesting" items and then hit up the Zoo for the morning.  We took him back in December and he liked it, but this time he was sooooo into it!  He was in pure heaven with all the animals.  We skipped over the boring little animals and went to see the highlights like bears, lions, tigers, elephants, etc.  And then on the way out Zac and I rode the train that went around the park adjacent to the Zoo.  All during our Zoo visit I was having regular contractions, they weren't painful nor that close together, so again, not concerned that anything "real" was happening. 

 
After the Zoo, we came home, put little man down for a nap and got to some serious work to try and finish up all of the big things I wanted to get done before Monday, like mop the floors and clean the bathrooms.  That night we had some friends over for dinner and movie and all through this I felt that my contractions were getting closer together and more intense so I busted out my handy dandy contraction timer app and got to tracking the contractions again.  By 11pm my contractions were about 7 minutes apart and lasting close to a minute.  I hesitated to do anything at this point because you always hear that you need to wait until they are 5 minutes apart and lasting a minute and I didn't want to go in that late at night only to get turned away.  I called the doctor and she suggested that I go in and get checked out.  By the time we got someone called and over to stay with Zac and got the the hospital it was about 12:30 am on Sunday.  I got checked in and they brought me into triage and hooked up to the machines.  They checked my dilation and I was at about a 4.5-5 and so they admitted me and got me into a labor room.  From then until about 3 am it was just answering questions, getting an IV and blood drawn and dealing with ever increasingly painful contractions (which Jer so lovingly kept me informed of how strong they were on the graph).  Thankfully, the Anesthesiologist came in just when the contractions were coming every 2-3 minutes and starting to hurt pretty dang bad.  A few minutes after the epidural and I was in heaven. 

At 6 am, the nurse came to check my progress and I was a 10 and ready to go.  She got everything ready for me to start pushing and had me do a few practice pushes during a contraction.  After these few practice pushes she said that I needed to stop and not push anymore so she could go get the doctor.  When the doctor came in she had me push through 2 more contractions and at 6:21am, I had a baby.  I pushed out this baby like I had done it several times before (the doc and nurse said I was a good pusher, which I think is funny because with the epidural I couldn't feel anything so I felt like I was just going through the pushing motions and couldn't really tell if I WAS actually doing something).

And that's how it all went down.  Baby K is great so far and really a calm baby (thank goodness!).  She still has days and nights mixed up which is wreaking havoc on Jer's work life, but we can work on that.  Zac was a fussy baby so it is nice to have one the is pretty calm most of the time.

So far Zac doesn't mind having her around.  He learned her name really quick and knows who she is.  He gets a little jealous sometimes, but nothing too extreme as far as acting out.  He pays attention to her about a total of 5 minutes a day and asks to hold her (which lasts about 30 seconds) he will give her kisses and hugs.  Zac's present to us for having a new baby was to get a cold and pass it to all of us.  I got it the worst, I think Baby K got a little bit of a cold, but nothing to extreme.  I like to think that it is best I got it the worst so I could pass all of my cold fighting antibodies to Baby K to keep her from getting too sick.

We think she is gorgeous of course.  We love her full head of hair.  And when you catch her with her eyes open (which is very rare at this point) the muscles are still weak and so they are a little crossed which is adorable.

A lot of people see Zac when they look at her, but there are some definite differences (eyes, nose and forehead) when you put them side by side.  I think you will always know they are siblings, but they definitely won't be twiners.

Easter

I know...I know...you don't want this, you want baby stuff, but Easter happened first!  And I have some pictures so I need to put them up.

Just like every other holiday lately, Easter was pretty much a non-event.  (We are taking advantage of the time that our kids are clueless about holidays and not dealing with all the additional work it takes).  We didn't do an Easter basket for Zac (not that we didn't purchase Easter candy), but he wouldn't know what it was for, so why go through the effort.  Next year...different story.

Anyway, we did participate in the ward Easter Egg Hunt.  Honestly I thought Zac would be the kid that found one egg and would be good with that.  Clearly I was wrong.  He quickly filled up his small basket and had a blast looking around for eggs.  He liked to shake them before putting them in his basket.  It wasn't until after the hunt that he got to see what was in the eggs.

After the eggs were done we played for a while on the playground.  Zac was diggin' the swing that day!

Changes

I hate spring time...it seems like we always have so many projects going on that we never get any time to rest.  So busy...so busy.

One of our major projects this spring has been getting ready for kiddo numero dos (which is due in 3 weeks).  Meaning we had to get Zac out of the nursery and the crib in to his own room and a new bed.  Of course we couldn't just put him in a new room with nothing in it, we had to purchase beds, paint, etc etc yada yada.  Since Zac's new room was the only room in the house not furnished, I wanted to paint it before we filled it up with furniture (so now we have a total of ONE room in our house that is painted something other than the flat/matte boring ivory that the builder put on the walls, look at us go!).  Then we had to find the bed...what type to get?  Well we just skipped about 13 steps and just bought a full over full bunk bed.  The reasoning being that at some point we will need 2 beds....at some point we will need beds bigger than toddler or twin beds...at some point we may need an extra guest bed...soooo why not right?!  So I had to research for weeks to find the right bed for the right deal.  And then we had to find mattresses, bedding, curtains, decorations....MAN! kids are expensive!

We were so worried the whole time about getting this done quickly so Zac had time to adjust to a new room before the baby came and so he wouldn't feel like she kicked him out of his room.  He is such a bed snob that we were worried he wouldn't take to his new bed or room and we would constantly be battling with him in his new room.   Well, either he is just a lot more easy going than we expected OR we made his room just THAT cool!  No problems adjusting AT ALL.  We got him sheets with balls on it, a lamp with a soccer ball, decals for the walls with all kinds of balls!  BALLS!!! He loves his new room and sleeps in it just fine at bed time and nap time.  Sure he can get out if he wants, but usually just waits for me to come and get him.

Here he is the first night in his room.  He looks like an ant on a mountain in that big bed.  It is crazy to think that 13 years from now he will be so big that he will most likely be sleeping diagonally so his feet can hang off the bed.  I suppose I should take some pictures of the entire room so you can see the decor and whatnot. 

We are not quite finished with his room.  We have an older dresser that I need to paint, but for now we are using one of the dressers from the nursery...little lady won't mind...she won't need it for a while.

Well now that pretty much all of Zac's stuff has changed rooms, we now have another room that has hardly anything in it...the nursery...so lucky for Jer we get to paint that room too!  Yay for kids!

Here are some other pictures of Zac that we have taken recently

Spaghetti - You'd think with the mess he liked it, but he didn't even eat a bite...he hates pasta.

One of his favorite things to do is play in dad's car

Fell flat on his face and REALLY bit his lip

Loves to put on dad's shoes...it used to be my shoes, so we're glad he made the switch

Playing in his tunnel

This is my sweaty kid!  He plays so hard he gets sopping wet!

18 Months

Time needs to slow down a bit.  I am shocked that this kid has been around for more than 18 months already.

Here are some pictures from his 18 month photo shoot.

This kid is a crack up.  He is talking up a storm, most things you can't understand, but he is getting better at communicating what he wants.  He knows all kinds of animal noises and I guess yesterday started saying "Grandma" and just happened to be talking to Grandma H (obviously she was in heaven being called Grandma by her only grandchild).  His new favorite word is currently "No"....awesome..I don't really know if he means no every time he says it, but I decided I would let him figure it out.  If he tells me no, I will respect it, it he didn't really mean it, he will soon figure it out. Now we need to work on "Yes". 

He had a HUGE growth spurt over the last 6 months.  He has been in about the 50th percentile for height since he was born, but as of his 18 month check up he is now in the 92nd percentile for height (makes perfect sense to me...his pants did suddenly all get too small).  He is a hefty 28 lbs. (sturdy) and is 34.5 inches tall.

He is still an incredibly crappy eater.  He won't eat fruits or vegetables.  He will try them by opening his mouth putting the item slightly in his mouth (mind you the object doesn't touch anything in his mouth) will shake his head and hand it back to you.  Also, don't even think about trying to feed him something, if he can't eat it on his own, he doesn't want it.  He loves chicken, crescent rolls, crackers, waffles, and fruit snacks.  He also likes to "dip" things, because that's what mom and dad does.  He will dip most anything in ketchup and then suck off the ketchup for the first few dips and then eat it, including just his fingers (disgusting).  I guess if I need to start giving him veggies with ketchup he will at least be eating them right?

Zac has been working on teething still, which has been absolutely no fun for us.  Seems like every few weeks we get a molar coming in.  Currently we are working on the top 2 canines.  Ugh!   No likey.  Why do teeth need to come in slowly over a 2 year period.  I would prefer a couple weeks of pure hell and have them all come at once rather than drag it out over a 2 year period.

Well over the next few months we will need to start working in some changes.  1) the bottle and binki need to go.  He only gets them at bed and nap time, but it's time.  2) He is going to have to switch to a big boy bed and a new room.  I am not buying another crib and the room he is in is the smallest room in the house, perfect for a baby.  I think they will be hard transitions and it may be another couple of hard weeks until he gets used to it, but the little girl is coming so it's gotta happen.

So I have done several posts in the last few days...I think I am good for about a month now!  Yay!

Zac's Boo-boo and Ozzy's Surprise!

 
So it finally happened...face met pavement and the pavement won.  Frankly I am surprised it hasn't happened sooner considering this kid runs everywhere (including down our slanted driveway).  Last week was a crazy week, the sitter was sick so I was scrambling to take care of kiddo and work.  Thursday was just too busy so I sent Zac with a friend for the morning...and this is what I got back  He was fine, other than the scrapped up face...honestly I feel the worst for my poor friend that had to bring him back looking like this, I am sure she felt terrible (I jokingly let her know she broke my kid), but really how can you get mad when he did it just being Zac and it was bound to happen eventually.  I know I did much worse when I was a kid and my face healed just fine.

So when Zac wakes up he likes to see Ozzy and have him stand up against the crib and give him a kiss.  Well one afternoon Ozzy and I went in to get Zac from his nap.  Zac was pounding on the side of his crib to get Ozzy to stand up and I was encouraging Ozzy also to stand up.  It was very odd...Ozzy kept hesitating and wouldn't just stand up, so we both just kept calling him and tapping on the crib.  Then...next thing I know there is this flash of black and white in mid air next to me...Ozzy completely clears the crib railing and is in bed with Zac.

At first both Zac and I were a little shocked at what had just happened.  But when the shock wore off, we were both laughing and Zac was in heaven having Ozzy in the bed with him.  It was all fun and games until I realized that Ozzy was scared to jump back out.  There was no way I could lift him out (even not pregnant) so he was in there for a good 10-15 minutes while I tried to figure out what to do.  Jer wasn't going to be home from work for a while and I didn't want to leave Ozzy in there.  I ended up just tipping the crib over until Ozzy had to jump out.  Fun day.