Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Just to let you know...

We are currently enjoying a small, yet VERY appreciated, vacation with family in northern Utah. Unfortunately I don't have the means to post any pictures, so that will have to wait until we come home. We love you all and hope you had a merry Christmas and have the happiest New Year!!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Quick little bit

I LOVE Christmas!!! I'm so excited for it to come, but at the same time I want it to come slowly because I know I'll have to wait another whole year before it comes again...

After Christmas this year my family is driving up to Smithfield, Utah to visit my mom's side of the family and introduce Wyatt to them. It'll also be his first experience with snow!! Hopefully we don't freeze!!!

Speaking of Wyatt, he's awake. He's supposed to sleep for another hour. Little stinker.

Here's a picture from bath time today. He was five weeks on Monday...
(I have yet to capture a smile on camera, but he does it all the time...)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A small adventure

Our trip to get the mail...
(and the first time he wore a little beanie...he wasn't so sure about it, haha)
He loves his carseat!
'Are we going for a ride??'

About to go outside!
So much to see! And so bright!
And now it's time for a nap!

Merry Christmas

My baby is a month old!!!?
How is that possible?
I now understand why other parents say 'they grow up so fast.' IT'S TRUE!! And ridiculous! A month?! REALLY? He was just inside me 2 seconds ago! Sheesh.

In other news, Christmas is coming! I love this time of year. I love the weather, the smells, the music, the time we get to spend with family...but most of all I love the celebration of Christ's birth. This year our financial situation has been such that Jeff and I aren't going to be able to have the typical Christmas with lots of gifts and candy and such. It's been kind of hard for us, but when we recognized the reason of our situation, we realized that Wyatt has been the greatest gift we could have asked for, and it helped us remember the story of Christ and appreciate Him even more. We're so thankful to our Heavenly Father for blessing us with such a beautiful, healthy, perfect, sweet baby boy. Wyatt has brought such joy into our lives and we love him so much.

So this Christmas season we'd like you to remember Christ...
...and have a Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Winter = my favorite.

I love, I love, I love Love LOVE Jeffrey, cold weather, and warm hugs.

It's a delicious combination.

Friday, December 11, 2009

My Boy

I've been told I need to put more pictures of Wyatt up to keep you all up to date. He's already almost 4 weeks old, which is SO HARD for me to believe!

It's hard to give you a variety of pictures though because every face he makes is almost the same...he's not doing much yet! But he's definitely precious...

Lately he's been starting to make little noises and he's been trying to hold his head up. He's also started kicking a ton and almost wants to start trying to put his weight on his legs...

P.S. Noelle took some newborn pictures of Wyatt and has a few edited and up on her photography blog...check it out!! He's so cute! Go here:

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


So I realize I never told my birth story...

When I put up the post of Wyatt being born, it was mostly just to post pictures...there really wasn't any explanation--not that there needed to be one, it was pretty obvious. I had a baby. Duh.

Buuuuuut...I think I'd like to document my experience. And this IS my I can do what I want! Plus I figure this is a good way for me to remember it...

Tuesday, November 10:
I'm not due until November 12th. But at my weekly doctor's appointment my OBGYN informs me that I still haven't progressed any more from 3 weeks ago when she told me I was 1cm dilated and 60% effaced. I haven't had any signs of labor--no contractions, no 'bloody show,' NOTHING. She asks me if I would be interested in being induced if Wyatt doesn't show up by the weekend--that would give me my due date, plus 4 days for him to come. I was so ready to give birth and was already disappointed that he hadn't come early, so I was more than willing to be induced...I'm a very impatient person apparently :) So my doctor called the hospital while I was there and scheduled my induction for Monday, November 16 at 5:00am...

Thursday, November 12:
My alarm clock goes off at 7:30am. When I wake up I'm immediately emotional from the lack of labor. PLUS I have to go to work. When I'm at work everyone keeps asking me when I'm due and why I'm at work...I start to cry because I'm sick of telling people that I'm due today and he's not here. And I'm hormonal. This is the worst day ever. Jeff takes me out to Dairy Queen to cheer me up. I pig out.

Friday, November 13--Sunday, November 15:
NOTHING. A big, fat NADA. WHERE THE HECK IS HE?! I finally gave up sometime on Friday and came to realize that he's not coming on his own. (I was trying to use some reverse psychology to get him to come naturally, but it didn't work...)

Monday, November 16:
Jeff and I wake up. My bags are already packed, so I just throw on some pajama pants and a T-shirt with a pair of flip-flops. I throw my hair into a ponytail and don't even worry about makeup. Oh please. I try to eat a bowl of cereal, but because I'm feeling so anxious, I can't finish it...
We arrive at the hospital and check in with the secretary. It takes a while because initially they can't find my appointment...and then a pregnant lady hobbles in and starts heaving and lies on the floor--her husband is completely frantic and slightly rude: "Can I get some help here?! My wife is in labor!!!" So Jeff and I were ignored for a little bit while everyone tended to the drama queen. (The only reason I call her a drama queen is because the secretary said she was. She had some very funny stories about women who come in with false labor and have to be sent home...)
A nurse comes to get us from the waiting room to take us back into the labor and delivery area. Once we're in our room she hands me a hospital gown and I undress...UNCOMFORTABLE. But whatever. It's not like it's going to get any better after this. I'm informed that I'm not allowed to eat or drink until after I give birth. I sign a TON of paperwork, get my IV in, have the heart and contraction monitors put on, and have my cervix checked. STILL only 1cm and 60% effaced.
They start the pitocin.

My blood pressure is checked every half hour and my nurse comes in every hour to monitor my contractions and up the dose of pitocin. She keeps asking if it hurts, and to let her know when or if I want an epidural. The first couple of hours the contractions are nothing more than the Braxton-Hicks contractions I'd been experiencing for the past 4 months. I thought, "Dang, this is easy. I think I'll be able to go through the whole process without any pain medication!!" The other thought was "Maybe my body isn't reacting to the pitocin and nothing is happening...oh crap." Jeff and I watched TV the whole morning. I wasn't bored at all. I wasn't in pain. I was almost enjoying myself...except that I was starving.

My doctor came to visit me and broke my water. That must have been one of the most awkward things I've ever had happen to me.
By this point I was only focused on the contractions. They had started getting more intense about two hours before, but I tried my best to handle those ones. Now they were coming every couple of minutes and lasting WAAAY too long. (I didn't bother timing them...I was already in the hospital, so it's not like they could send me home, haha) The pain was so different from anything I'd ever experienced--there was so much pressure in my abdomen, my whole body would get completely tense, and I'd have a hard time breathing. I felt completely rigid with every contraction and any movement was painful. Jeff finally convinced me to call the nurse and get an epidural. I wanted to know how far I was able to go without the epidural, so I asked my nurse to check me. I was only 3cm dilated.
The anesthesiologist FINALLY arrived after 45 minutes of torture!! He had been in the middle of a c-section when I called for my epidural, so once again I was ignored. The whole process of getting an epidural was no biggie, my only issue was waiting for him to be done...each and every contraction was strong and long and it SUCKED!
Once the epidural was put in and it finally numbed my lower half I was able to relax. Some of my family had come by this point and had started making their guesses for time of arrival, weight, ect. I took a nap.
I woke up...and felt great! No more painful contractions! I could still tell when I was having a contraction just due to the increased pressure I felt, but it didn't hurt. I just chillaxed with the family...
My nurse came in to check on me and I was 9cm dilated and completely effaced!! Apparently my nap helped me relax enough to let my body progress! Because I had dilated so fast no one was really prepared...
My nurse randomly came in and took my by surprise when she said, "Okay, time to start pushing..." I said, "Like...RIGHT now??" "Yep." and she pulled my legs into the stirrups. Thankfully my mom and my mother-in-law made in time to be there when I started to push. My edpidural was awesome because although I couldn't feel any pain, I could still move my legs (even though it was really hard) and I could still feel my contractions so I knew when to push. My doctor wasn't there yet, but it usually takes some time of pushing before it's actually time to she had been notified, but the nurses told her it would still be a while...
The nurses told me to stop pushing because he was already crowning! With every contraction I would normally have 3 or 4 good pushes, but I wasn't actually pushing with every contraction I had. It was oddly very casual...we would all be chatting and then I would feel one of my contractions and say, "Should I be pushing?" My nurse would look at the monitor and say, "Yeah, you're having a contraction..." So then I would push. All in all, I'd say I wasn't actually pushing for more than 15-20 minutes...
My doctor is seen running across the parking lot...once she's all suited up, a few more pushes and...
Wyatt is born!! My doctor puts him onto my chest and I start crying...I'm so enthused with my little boy that I completely missed out on Jeff cutting the umbilical cord...oh well...
13 hours of labor and no outside tearing! Not bad, I'd say! That would be thanks to the pitocin though, which is labor on steroids basically...

Monday, December 7, 2009

Here's what's been going on...

Lots has been happening!

Being a mom is definitely a job that keeps you busy.
And even though he sleeps a lot, during those times I feel like I always have something else to do around the house...hence the lapse in time since my last post.

Jeff and I finally got our own camera on Black Friday--it's a Nikon Coolpix and we think it's awesome! Now I can take a gazillion pictures of Wyatt...I just have to remember to keep it with me to capture every cute expression...

We also got our Christmas tree for FHE last Monday...I actually had Jeff pick it out by himself since I didn't want to take Wyatt out. I was sad I couldn't go, but Jeff did an excellent job of finding a great tree. It was HUGE (a lot bigger than I had planned) but somehow Jeff managed to fit it in our small abode. I decorated it while Jeff and Wyatt looked on. This is going to be Wyatt's first Christmas...don't you love his hat? Haha, this was a white elephant gift from last years Downs' Christmas party...or maybe it was the D'Amico Christmas party? Oh man...I can't remember. I just know that it was a party on the in-laws' side.
This is our tree!

Here are some pictures of Wyatt...he's 3 weeks old today! Crazy! It's going by so fast!
Here he is trying out his first bottle. He did great!
(he flares his nostrils just like dad...)

We also had the opportunity to bless Wyatt yesterday. It was such a blessing to be surrounded by so many family and friends--we feel so loved. Jeff is a fantastic dad and he gave a beautiful blessing. Thankfully Wyatt was pretty good throughout his first experience to sacrament meeting. He had the hiccups during the blessing and was a little fussy, but nothing traumatic :) He really enjoyed the organ and everyone singing Christmas hymns.
After the blessing we had a luncheon with all the family and friends. I almost felt like I didn't have a baby! I don't think I held Wyatt the whole afternoon...he was passed from one person to the next to the next. He's such a sweetheart and so good!! I'm so glad to have family close by. He's been out several times to the grandparents' houses where he always receives more than enough love and attention.
Here he is with Malu and Jon (he's wearing the ASU outfit that they got for him during one of my's pretty much ginormous on him, but Jeff wanted to pick out his outfit)
My mom and the sisters...
Malu, Noelle and me...
The girls and our men...
Wyatt is such a huge blessing in our lives and sometimes I can't believe that he's really ours. He is so beautiful and I'm so thankful to my Heavenly Father that He trusted us enough with one of His children. Sometimes I just stare at his little face and wonder. He is so precious to me... is my sweetheart, Jeff.