Monthly Archives: June 2013

Sleeping Like A Baby


Liam was only a week old in this picture… SO hard to believe it’s already been a month!!

Life with two babies is a little more than I think we bargained for.  It’s hard to say that Xander is a baby when he’s just a little over a month away from being two, but after talking to my Budgie yesterday and hearing her call my 50-year-old Uncle Billy her baby I realized that my boys will always be “my babies” no matter how old they are.

Speaking of babies, my little Liam definitely sleeps like a newborn most nights.  (And a hungry newborn at that!!) Most nights he falls asleep shortly after the boys take a bath between seven and eight, and then I’ll nurse him before we go to bed around 11 or so, and then he’s back up at 1 and then around three or four in the morning he throws what I call his “nightly fit” where he’s up and unhappy for a solid hour before going back to sleep.  At that point I usually (and by usually I mean 99.9% of the time) nurse him continuously until Xander wakes up in the morning which is usually around eight, but he has taken pity on us lately and slept until closer to nine a few days–and even NOON one day last week! All this being said, I’m a pro at nursing in my sleep after Xander, so despite the frequent wake ups, I am getting much more sleep than I did with Xander.  For that I’m VERY thankful.


Xander on the other hand no longer sleeps like a baby… Since we’ve had Hunter here I’ve decided he sleeps like a teenager–only different hours.  We put him down around eight at night, and he sleeps until at least eight in the morning most days, and like I said earlier sometimes it’s later than that.  Immediately when he wakes up he wants cereal, and signs and says “cereal” about a thousand times between me picking him up out of his crib and getting his diaper changed!  He’ll stay awake about three hours before he gets fussy and desperately needs a nap, and then he goes down for anywhere between an hour and a half and three hours.  If I could get Liam to sleep during Xander’s nap time I’d be living the life!  Sadly, he’s been choosing Xander’s nap time as the perfect time to throw one of his crazy fits, so this momma is no longer getting a nap.

The silver lining to Liam’s fit happening during nap time is that I’m able to focus 100% on Liam and only Liam.  When he cries while Xander is awake I inevitably have to divide my attention between the two and that makes it hard.  I’m really thankful that Xander enjoys being a big brother right now and doesn’t mind “helping me” by patiently holding Liam’s hand a million times a day.  He really likes being involved with his baby brother and it completely warms my heart!  I could go on and on about Xander being a big brother, but that’ll have to be a post for another day!  I’ve got two sleeping babies and I plan on joining them while I can!!

Sweet dreams little one!

Sweet dreams little one!

Four Years!

Today makes 4 years since Paul and I said, “I do!” Talking to my mom earlier we joked that it seems so much longer and it feels like Paul has always been a part of our family.. (It was meant in a good way that it felt like so much longer!)
I’ve mentioned before that Paul truly is Super Dad to Xander. Since Liam has been born he has just proved his Super Dad status. Liam has been a MUCH higher needs baby than Xander was, and is fussy for over an hour several times a day–so not long enough to be considered “colicky” but still longer than Xander ever was. Paul takes it in stride and has been more patient with him than even I have.
Not only did I marry Super Dad, but I married a man who has more patience with me than I could ever deserve. Not only that but he’s always sweet and loving. I’m definitely a blessed girl, and hope he realizes how lucky he makes me feel. Thanks for four amazing years honey… Here’s to forty or fifty-something more 😉


Tuesday Timeout: Then There Were Two

Oh my goodness! Life with two boys is a bit crazy.. Definitely more crazy than life with just Xander was!!
The boys are complete opposites! Xander was my little go with the flow baby… When Paul went back to work I actually set a timer so I would know when to wake him up and feed him and change his diaper because he would sit in a dirty diaper all day if you let him.. Liam goes into full on meltdown the second his pants are dirty! With Xander I felt like he’d never gain weight, and of course Liam gained 8.5 ounces in two days!! I know the similarities will eventually pop up, but right now it seems as though my boys are polar opposites, and I wouldn’t have them any other way!

Like I said before, Xander was my go with the flow baby. Little Liam is a bit more high needs, so thankfully I haven’t had too many times with both boys by myself. The few times I have had them to myself have been a bit overwhelming–although I’m sure it will get easier as I get more practice. Paul has of course proven his Super Dad status in that he can handle a newborn and toddler with ease–and has done so multiple times so I can catch up on some sleep!! (Yes he’s perfect and no I won’t share him!) I’m hoping that Super Parent stuff he’s made of is rubbing off on me some!

The Super Hero powers have definitely rubbed off on Xander! He’s the best big brother I’ve ever seen. Of course in the beginning he wanted nothing to do with Liam, but once we got him home from the hospital he started to warm up to the screaming alien we’re calling his little brother. He insists that baby brother takes a bath with him every night, and has this thing where if baby brother wears socks he needs to have socks on too. He also climbs on our bed when I’m changing Liam’s diaper and holds his hand and babbles to him and gives him kisses. It’s pretty sweet. I have to admit I was scared for Xander and wasn’t sure how he’d do having to share me and Paul with a baby, but he is handling it just fine. I’m proud to report that he has so much love to give that it hasn’t been an issue at all.

I have lots of photos to share in the next couple of days… Including the newborn pics we took of Liam! I absolutely love them and I know you will too. It’s so much fun having a little squishy newborn again–well besides the middle of the night feedings and him not being able to communicate his needs. (You don’t realize how nice it is having a toddler until you have a newborn! Haha!!) Having already done this once before, I know how quickly this stage will pass though, so I fully intend to enjoy it as much as possible. (Especially since this might be our last baby!)

Liam’s Birth Story!

I have to start saying my two-week blogging vacation happened because WE HAD OUR BABY!!

And he's PERFECT!

And he’s PERFECT!

I woke up around 4:30 am on Memorial Day to go to the bathroom for the millionth time that night/morning.  I was having what I thought might just be more “fake labor” contractions so I went back to bed but quickly realized I wouldn’t be getting any more sleep at that point.  Paul had to work, so I decided to go get in the bathtub so he could sleep until his alarm went off at 6:30 and then I’d toss and turn some more in bed after he was already awake.  (All the while I thought this was just more “fake labor”)

Well, I spent an hour in the tub with my contractions only getting worse–and usually the tub slowed them WAY down.  So, by the time Paul’s alarm went off I was convinced it was the real deal.  I met him at our bedroom door and at that point I had a little gush of fluids and was convinced my “water had broken.”  Because of Xander’s labor/delivery I knew I had to go in pretty soon once this happened.  I should note that up until this point I had planned on Paul going on into work and me just calling him when it was closer to time, and then him coming home and us going to the hospital.  I called my OB and was told to go in immediately.  So, Paul called work and explained the situation while I packed the last few things in my hospital bag and then laid on the bed to breathe through the contractions.  He also got Xander up and got him dressed and loaded everything in the car.

We got in the car and he asked if we had time to grab coffee on the way, I said we did.  He stopped at a gas station and I remember immediately regretting letting him get coffee because the contractions were bad in the car.  I decided it was a good time to put my makeup on so my mind would be on something besides the contractions.  So I did that while singing to Xander who was of course having a minor meltdown in his car seat.  (We weren’t able to get ahold of our friend that was going to watch him so we brought him with us knowing we’d eventually get ahold of her.) Paul finally got out to the car and we headed to the hospital.

We got to the hospital and started the check in process in the ER, because it was of course a holiday and the normal admittance office was closed.  It took what seemed like forever and I’ll never forget there was a woman there that kept telling her teenage daughter “Oh honey it’s time, it’s time” and then made eye contact with me and said “You can do this.” I was in tears when she said that and it kind of got me through the waiting on the L&D nurse who I thought was the slowest person in the world at that time.  The nurse showed up a while later with a wheelchair, and there was no way I was sitting in it, so I walked to the elevator and then to the room we’d been assigned.

I got changed into the gown and hooked up to the monitors and the Labor & Delivery nurse came in and checked me.  It was about 8:30 by the time this happened.  It turns out my water hadn’t broken, but I was already dilated to a 6!  Originally I didn’t think I wanted them to tell me–because I didn’t want to think I was halfway there only to find out I was dilated to like a one–but hearing I was a 6 already made me so happy, and I decided then to just go with the flow and let them tell me every time they checked me.  Paul put some cartoons on for Xander–who doesn’t watch a lot of TV but miraculously he did that morning and he also played with his stuffed puppy Scout.  (We finally got ahold of our friend at 9:30 and she was at the hospital to pick him up by 9:45, so we only had him there for about an hour–and he was perfect that entire hour!!)  While he played and watched tv, Paul was my super hero husband like always and rubbed my leg and calmly talked to me and told me how great I was doing and reminded me to relax.

After Xander was gone the L&D nurse came in a few times and brought me ice/cranberry juice as well as a wash cloth to wet because I felt SO HOT even with the fan on me going full blast.  Through all of this Paul kept rubbing my leg–and any time he stopped I demanded (nicely) he start again.  At about 10:45 I started to think that I couldn’t take much more but Paul talked me into doing two more contractions.  Before that could even happen I was pushing the call button on the bed (that wasn’t connected–they had a separate button that wasn’t attached but I didn’t know that!) and he ended up in the hallway getting her for me.  She said she had to check me before she could get the dr to call in any meds so I laid the bed back myself so that process could be sped up!  She checked me and I was a 9! I remember asking her if I got like a shot of something at that point would the baby be sleepy when he was born and she said yes, he’d be sleepy and not want to nurse (she knew I wanted to go without pain medicine for nursing as well as to avoid another tailbone fracture!).  She then asked me if I wanted some pain medicine and I said no, and that I didn’t want a sleepy baby.

I should also say that at this point I was very VERY honest with Paul and the nurse.  I was in pain.  I was hot.  Paul had turned on music about an hour earlier and while it was good for the most part an annoying song came on right as I found out how far I was and that pain medicine wasn’t an option.  A combination of these things caused me to get whiney.  I started whining:
“This sucks”
“I’m so hot, and being hot SUCKS”
“This song sucks”
“Now I’m cold. Ugh this sucks!”
“I feel like I need to throw up.  Is this transition?” The nurse said, “Yes this is transition.” To which I replied, “Ugh, transition sucks!!”

Then, I felt like I needed to push.  So I told her.  She said I’d have to wait because my doctor had just gone downstairs to smoke.  I remember asking her “Are you serious? Doesn’t he know I’m having a baby?!?! Ugh this sucks!” And I remember her telling me that she knew and that yes it did suck, but it wouldn’t be much longer.  She and Paul were BEYOND great at this moment.  I was so frustrated and they were both so good to me.  All I could say was “This sucks” and “I am not waiting anymore this baby wants to come out!” and they both just kept calm and kept rubbing my legs.

A million hours later (to me it was a million hours, it was more like three minutes in all honesty) the doctor was back and they turned the fan off because it would be too cold on the baby–which really frustrated me because I was so incredibly hot!  They moved the bed, and I started pushing.  I needed a quick refresher course on that because I had an epidural with Xander and couldn’t feel anything.  I definitely felt everything with Liam.  That being said a few contractions later my little Liam was born.

I say my little Liam… He weighed 8 lbs 11 oz–roughly 2.5 lbs more than his big brother did.  (You know, the big brother that fractured my tailbone?!?!) He also measured 21 inches long–two inches longer than Xander.  So he was definitely bigger than his big brother, and bigger than any baby born in my family recently!  AND my tailbone didn’t break!  AND I did it without pain meds! AND I kept my cool and wasn’t one of those cussing fools like you see in the movies!  AND I felt AMAZING afterwards!  Liam was born screaming (Xander wasn’t) and immediately breastfed (Xander didn’t) and all in all it was an amazing experience.

A little while after he was born, once he’d been cleaned up and was nursing again, Paul asked me “Does this suck?” All I remember was laughing and telling him that it was amazing and Liam was perfect.

He is pretty perfect, and he has lots of hair!

He is pretty perfect, and he has lots of hair! Xander didn’t have hair!!

We had to stay at the hospital for two days, which was longer than I had planned on staying but all in all it wasn’t bad.  Xander wanted absolutely nothing to do with the baby (or me really) while we were at the hospital, but started warming up to him once we brought him home.  Tomorrow Liam will be two weeks old and Xander is Super Big Brother and gives Liam kisses, brings Liam blankets and toys to “play with” AND holds his little hand when we change Liam’s diapers.  I am SO proud of my little man and how well he’s adapted to being the big brother.  He’s a little protective of him also, and runs to the bedroom to check on him when Liam gets his diaper changed (Liam screams the entire time!)  Xander also won’t go to bed until he’s kissed baby brother goodnight.

The two of them make me melt.

The two of them make me melt.