Sunday, May 27, 2012

So Blessed

Mr. Brant was blessed last Sunday. Bucky gave him such a great blessing. It was one of those days where I felt so grateful and blessed to have the life that I do. I feel so blessed to have the wonderful husband that I do have and the sweet baby boy that we now have. Life just doesn't get any better.

These boys absolutely love Bucky. To them he is Buckty (Buck-tee).

We love you Brant and are so blessed to have a stud like you:) 

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter Greetings

Happy Easter!

Brant smiles for reals now, not just the gassy kind of smile.

Oh, how I adore him:)

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Five Weeks

Brant's first real bath

Our sweet little boy is already five weeks old. I can't believe how big he is getting already. He has gone up one size in diapers, his newborn clothes are getting a little bit snug, and he is getting much better at holding his head up. We are in love with this little boy.

My little sis showed me this song and it made me cry. It is the sweetest song. 

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

1 Week

I can't get enough of this little boy. 

I also can't believe he is now 1 week old. Time fly's when your sleep deprived. Being a mother is tough stuff. I never realized how hard it can be. I'm a girl who needs her sleep but i'm slowly learning how to do without. Even though it is extremely tough at times being a mother is amazing. We love you Brant!

On another note: I never knew how difficult breastfeeding can be. Can I say sore nipples? My nips were hurting so bad I had to call the lactation specialist to come help. She brought me a nipple shield and it has saved my sanity. I hope I can figure out this whole breastfeeding thing. Sorry if that was too much info but i'm sure many of you can relate.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Home Sweet Home

Meet Mr. Brant. 

Brant arrived Tuesday, February 28th. I totally wasn't expecting him to come so fast, I thought for sure that I would have to be induced on March 5th. I'm so thankful he is here though and I feel so blessed to have him in my life.

Brant's birth story:

February 28th:
3:45 a.m.- Mother gets up to pee for the third time during the night and gets diarrhea cramps (or at least that is what she thought they were) and decides to lay down and consider that she must have ate something terribly wrong.

3:55 a.m.- Another terrible "diarrhea" cramp.

4:05 a.m.- And another.

4:15 a.m.- And another.

4:20 a.m.- Mother decides to wake up her husband to notify him that she may possibly be going into labor.

4:21 a.m.- Mother decides to call her mother to see if these cramps could maybe be contractions, the real ones. 

4:22 a.m.- Her clever mother explains to her that they could be and to keep track of when and how long they occur.

4:30 a.m.- Another contraction.

4:35 a.m.- And another

4:40 a.m.- And another

4:45 a.m.- Mother and father decide it's probably time to go to the hospital. They grab their bags and get on their way.

5:00 a.m.- Mother is dilated at a three. Nurse explains that they will keep her there for another hour to see if anything else happens.

5:20 a.m.- Mother is in agonizing pain and insists to be checked again.

5:20 a.m.- She is now dilated to a four.

6:00 a.m.- Mother is now even in more pain and has dilated to a seven. She wants the anesthesiologist to get to the hospital. Now.

6:30 a.m.- Anesthesiologist is still not there and mother wants to kill someone. She is thinking to herself that she will never do this again. Ever.

7:00 a.m.- The most desired man at the moment finally arrives and brings mother much relief.

7:30 a.m.- Doctor arrives to examine progress and expects baby to arrive within the next hour or two.

8:00 a.m.- Mother begins to do some pushes with the doctor. Then it is time to take a break because the baby needs to turn a different direction. 

8:30 a.m.- Mother feels like their is a knife going into her left side and is worried the epidural isn't working on that side. The anesthesiologist arrives to save the day again to give another dosage. Mother then "accidentally" gives herself another dosage shortly after the anesthesiologist gave her one and feels too numb to push.

8:45 a.m.- The doctor has mother push again but then decides to have her wait 30 minutes for the epidural to wear off a little so she can feel when a contraction comes in order to push.

9:15 a.m.- Pushing begins again. Mother asks for the mirror so she can see the baby's head and is a little frightened but intrigued by the sight. She can see hair on the baby's head-lots of it.

10:12 a.m.- After much pushing, baby finally arrives!

Welcome to the world Brant!

He sure loves his daddy!

He is pretty much a stud.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

sitting, waiting, wishing

Yes, today is my due date. And no, baby boy is still not here. I tried to mentally prepare myself for going over a week but i'm weak and find myself having little anxiety episodes and wanting to crawl out of my skin.  

On Tuesday I had to get an ultrasound to make sure everything was alright because my stomach hasn't really been growing much the last few weeks. My doc just wanted to make sure that my fluids were alright and that he was getting everything he needed. Thankfully, everything looked good. I was hoping I would be able to see him but he is too big now to really see anything in an ultrasound. The radiologist said he has lots of hair though--I had no idea they could see hair in an ultrasound, but i'm sure excited. 

It's time to come child. Pretty, pretty please?


Bucky and I both love the following names:

1. Hudson  

2. Brant 

3. Beckham  

I guess we will have to wait to see him.