False Alarm

I have never liked false alarms....when it comes to labor I hate them even more.

For the past 2 months we have done everything in our power to stop labor.

We are now 37 weeks and nothing is happening.

Yesterday ,my contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and they were real labor pains....the type of pain you can't describe because words can't convey the power and discomfort of them. Naturally, I went to the hospital.

It stayed that way for 7 hours with NO PROGRESS.

Are you serious, I tell the nurse?!?!?!

She looks as confused as me.....she can't explain it.

They give me major pain medicine but not the epidural that I want so bad.

They send me home when the contractions are still 4 minutes apart and hurt like heck.

They say I could go around like this for another 2 weeks....AHHHHHHH!

Can we all pray that she will come soon!

And the Nerves Kick in

WARNING: This post has no pictures besides the cute on above, and is mainly a rambling of all my emotions and thoughts right now.....prepare for a lengthy rambling of an emotional pregnant woman.

For 2 years this little guy has been my world and my life has revolved around him night and day. I never knew the amount of love and joy I could feel until the moment I held him in my arms and realized that he was my son.

Within the next couple of days I will be holding my baby girl in my arms and to be honest I have so many emotions going through my heart.

Thrilled beyond words to experience the joys of having and raising a beautiful Child of God.

Thrilled to finally be off of bed rest. 10 weeks of lying around doing very little can emotionally and physically be draining. I feel beyond blessed to have made it this far. I have fallen more in love with my husband these past 2 months than I ever thought I could, and it is all because he has gone above and beyond taking care of me and his family. My inlaws have been so patient and loving also and it truly has been a blessing living with them during this trial in our lives. However, for the sake of everyone in this house, we are all ready for this to be over with.

I am thrilled to dress up Brooklyn in all the cute outfits, hair bows, and dresses I have been dying to get out of the closet for 8 months. Tea parties, dolls, pink, and princesses are right up my alley!

On the flip side, I am scared to death of the delivery/recovery side of birth. Labor wasn't kind to me with Weston and the recovery was nothing short of shocking. And let me tell you, those emotions after birth are oh so tricky sometimes. Let's hope everyone is right when they say the 2nd is a lot easier.

I am nervous of the transition from 1 to 2 kids. Last night I was cuddled next to Weston reading

him books and I had a moment when it hit me that he will no longer be my little boy. Those golden moments I had one on one time with him, I will now have to sneak in. I will be honest when I say I am going to miss it just being me and him.

I am also nervous at how Weston will take having a little girl steal all his thunder. I am expecting some meltdowns here and there with the lack of "the world revolves around me" attention he is use to getting from everyone who lays eyes on him. We gave him a doll last week to help him prepare for a baby being in his life in a few short days. Besides poking her eyes out, throwing her in the bathtub, and swinging the doll by the legs he was also very gentle when he pretended to push her in her swing and I even caught him rocking her in his arms. SO CUTE! And he was so thrilled when I asked him to get me a diaper and to help change her.....moments like that give me hope that he may fall in love with her quicker that I think.

I have a feeling my time management skills are going to be tested also. I haven't been the best at managing me time, and I will be honest when I say that Weston has spoiled me with my "me time" for a while. No more sleeping in, no more long hot showers when I need them, and I will probably be happy if I remember to brush my teeth in the morning. However, that is reality when it comes to being a mother and its all worth it....I know that 100 percent.

I know all these emotions are normal, and I am sure every mother goes through these worries and anticipations right before birth. I will soon have twice the love, twice the worry, twice the joy, twice the tears, and twice the laughter. I know that I am so blessed with a beautiful family who I love so deeply and just when I thought my heart cannot get any bigger I am going to be ready for that happiness that is going to make my heart want to explode with love for this little girl!

In the meantime, the countdown has begun.....2 more days and she is in the clear to come !!!!!!!

The Little Man turns 2!

My little man turned 2 today and I cannot believe how fast time flies. As he was napping I took some time to look through all his pictures and it amazes me how much he has already grown.

1 day old and so so tiny....this picture makes me so excited for Brooklyn to arrive into our family!
4 months old....he still sticks out his tongue all the time just like in this picture. I love his funny quirks.

8 months old....one of my favorite pictures ever!

1 year old...I love his chunky cheeks:)

15 months and starting to look just like a big boy(even with his horrible haircut I gave him;)).

20 months and becoming an adventurous, busy, curious toddler...

2 years old and still my "little man".

I love you bugaboo!

Faith

There is a reason we are using the name Faith as a middle name for Brooklyn.

These days we are using a lot of it.

5 days ago I went to the doctors with a lot of braxton hick thinking it was not a big deal.

It was.

I tested positive on a test that predicts labor early.

I took 6 of these tests with Weston. They all came back negative.

The doctor told me that they would do another cause she believed it was a false-positive.

She was wrong.

It came back positive.

Today I was back in the hospital receiving shots to help our little girls lungs develop faster in case she comes early.

Right now I am only 27 weeks and she weighs less than 3 pounds.

13 more weeks to go.

I am scared to death to be honest.

I have guilt because all Weston is doing all day is watching tv cause I am stuck on a couch on my left side to keep my contractions under control.

He is in heaven though. He gets to watch Cars, Finding Nemo and Toy Story as much as he wants.

I tell him to bring me my phone, blankets, mommy's books and he hasn't failed me once. He is a huge reason why I am staying sane while I am on the couch. He is so much happier since his surgery last week. THANK GOODNESS. I love him more than life.

I haven't even thought about preparing for Brooklyn's arrival. I still have so much to do.

Thank goodness for online shopping and a mother in law who is more than willing to shop for her grand daughter.

My husband has done more for me in the past 5 days that I can comprehend. I am realizing how much he does love me and our family.

He tells me he doesn't understand how I do it everyday. That brings a smile to my face.

However, I will do everything to keep this little girl within my as long as possible

Priesthood blessings are what I am relying on right now.

They are more powerful than medicine.

That and Faith.

"So often in life we think that because we have done things in a certain way, certain results should follow. But life is like the ocean. Sometimes we get caught in squalls & storms & things don't go the way we think they should, even when we think we have done right. But God can find us in the eye of a storm and give us courage to swim in rough water. We learn lessons from storms that we cannot learn from calm seas Sometimes the Lord calms the storm and sometimes He lets the storm rage and calms his child." -John H. Groberg

Pumpkin Patch

This weekend we went to Greenbluff to pick our pumpkins in the pumpkin patch. I love making dinner in a pumkin on Halloween night so I put Weston in charge of finding that perfect pumpkin for our dinner. It was such a beautiful day and between the hayride, falling in love with pressed apple cider, looking at all the beautiful leaves, and chowing down on kettle corn we had so much fun!

And in the end, Weston did find us the perfect pumkin!

The Binky

I have a love/hate relationship with Weston's binky.

It has saved us in so many situations that I don't know how I would have managed otherwise.

It has allowed me to sleep through the night since Weston was 6 weeks old.

It has also created a habit that I know would be a nightmare to break.

The habit needed to be broken while I still had patience within me and before his baby sister comes.

I clipped the tip off of his binky, he put it in his mouth then threw it across the room.

We then went cold turkey after we threw it away because it "broke".

We did not sleep for 2 days straight.

Naptime #1 didn't happen. Nighttime #1 happened at 11:30 pm while waking up every hour in screaming attacks that we couldn't stop without praying for patience.

Day 2 woke up with the worse cold ever. Miserable all day long begging for comfort. I wanted to give in so bad. I didn't.

Nighttime #2 took 3 1/2 hours with all of us finally going to bed at 12:45. Little did I know he was cutting more teeth.

Perfect time to take a binky away, wouldn't you say?

Day number 3. A miracle happens. He went down within 15 minutes at naptime and bedtime. Yes, I was by his side both times in his bed, but he cuddled next to me and I knew he found comfort from me and not the binky.

Putting him to sleep with me by his side is a habit we will worry about when I don't need sleep myself:).

Last night I cried out of pure happiness.

We are celebrating tonight on becoming a "big boy"!!!!!