Three Months!

This month has really flown by. I have been so happy to have warm days so we can go outside on walks and picnics. Naomi went on her first picnic on Saturday! We also took her to Bear Lake for the first time to meet her great-grandparents a couple weeks ago. She  was such a good little traveller (because we drove through the middle of the night both ways).

Naomi is now grabbing things really well (and sticking them in her mouth). She especially likes to chew and suck on her hands. She loves to sit in her Bumbo and be at eye level. She is cooing and ooing and ahhing like crazy! She tries mimicking my mouth movements when I talk or sing to her. She loves being sung to.

She still loves baths. Still loves getting her diaper changed. Still loves her play mat, even more the older she gets. Loves to nap in my bed or her MamaRoo the most. She is drooling like crazy now, and smiling even more! She loves to watch me get ready in the mornings. She loves to eat and is getting so big! She loves to go on walks and be outside. She is starting to notice our dog, Peyton more and always gets wiggly and excited when she is near. 

She holds her head up so well now and will lie on her tummy with her head up for long stretches of time. She likes to grab my hair and clothes when she is nursing, and in the mornings she likes to talk into my face and grab my nose and cheeks to wake me up.

She hates her car seat now and driving in the car no longer puts her to sleep or makes her happy, except sometimes if the windows are down to make noise. She mostly just cries in the car these days. She hates being left in a room alone, even for a second, she can sense when I walk away. She doesn't like to be on her tummy for very long, she does well for about 10 minutes and then she is over it.

I love to kiss and love on her in the mornings. My bed is our favorite cuddle spot. I could just squeeze her and kiss her and cuddle her all day! I love giving her a bath and getting her ready for bed. I love her sweet smiles and how excited she gets for different things we do now. I love wearing her in our Solly Baby Wrap. 

I love everything about being this sweet girl's mom. Even after all of the blow outs (I have scrubbed countless onesies and washed my sheets way more times than I would really like), the crying, the constant performance I have to put on to entertain her, the endless bouncing and swaying her in my arms to get her to fall asleep--it's still so worth it. And I would do it all a million times over to see her sweet little smile and hear her little voice. I don't ever want to forget the way her mouth moves and the look of determination on her face when she is trying to push out a sound. Or the way her innocent little eyes look up at me with pure love. I am a puddle of emotions and happy tears at least once a day. I try to really soak in every moment I get to spend with her.

I will stare at her for a few minutes at a time and just try to memorize her little features; the curve of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, the raise of her nose, her fuzzy hair, her perfect skin. She is delightsome and lovely, and I am just so so lucky.

Two Months

The 22nd of February marked two months since Naomi has been with us. What a truly joyful two months it has been! She has such a sweet and easy going disposition. It is so much fun to spend my days with her.

Lately she loves: standing up with my help, bath time, getting read to, her playmat (she hits the animals hanging above her and coos and giggles as they swing over her head, it is so adorable), going for walks outside, being talked to, ceiling fans, getting her diaper changed, looking around at what is going on, Andrea Bocelli (she seriously loves him, we listen to his songs on repeat most days. If she is fussy and fighting sleep, I turn one of his songs on and she relaxes and goes right to sleep. It is the sweetest thing.), music in general, daddy's voice, looking in the mirror.

She doesn't like: the sun in her face, Peyton's kisses, getting out of the bath, when the truck stops at a stop light or stop sign.

She has gotten way better at: getting in her car seat, getting dressed, having her feet and face washed, sleeping (she usually wakes up only once in the night and then goes right back to sleep).

I love: kissing her 1,000 times a day, talking to her, letting her squeeze my fingers, giving her baths, our bedtime routine, singing to her, baby massages, her little leg rolls, her newly pierced ears (she cried, and I cried, but they are sooo cute!), reading to her, nursing her, her milky breath, the little coos and giggles she has started making recently, wearing her, taking her new places.

I feel so blessed to be Naomi's mommy! I love her so much! It has truly been the best two months of my life.

Naomi at One Month

Naomi turned six weeks old today, and classic Keisha, I am just posting about her at one month now! How do the days go by soooo fast!?

Naomi with Buff (short for Buffalo) the lion.

Naomi is a very happy and chill baby. She eats every three hours, almost on the dot, and sleeps for an hour to two hours between feedings. She is pretty content for most of the day, but she has the same fussy hours between 8:00-11:00pm. Some nights she hasn't settled down until almost 1:00am, but once she falls asleep she sleeps so good! Like last night for example, she fell asleep at 1:00am but then slept until almost noon! She wakes up to eat a couple of times in the night but she just eats and then falls right back to sleep. I feel so lucky! I hope it lasts!

The girl also loves baths. Especially when I wash her hair; she gets so relaxed and happy. It is the sweetest thing. I love to wash her little feet but she always curls her toes so hard when I touch them. It is adorable. She loves to cuddle and be held and she loves her MamaRoo, but she has to be in the mood. If she is feeling fussy then she doesn't like it that much and wants me to hold her. She loves getting her diaper changed, except for times that she is hungry while we are changing her, she never cries!

She loves to be swaddled, especially when she is tired, but she hates having her arms in if she isn't tired and wants to chill and be talked to. She loves to flail her arms all around while we talk to her. She loves, loves, loves to ride in the car. She can be super fussy and not wanting to sleep, and if we go for a drive she usually just passes right out. She also loves to ride in grocery carts. Mostly anything that moves.

Naomi loves to hear her daddy's voice. Every time she hears Samuel talking she looks all over the place to see where his voice is coming from, even if it is just on speaker phone. She loves music and nature sounds too. Somehow she has gotten at least four other names from me that aren't Naomi. I mostly call her baby bear. Once in a while I call her honey bear too. And then there are a slew of other nicknames that come and go depending on the day. It's really my favorite thing in the world to talk to her.

If she falls asleep on me, she doesn't like to be transferred to her back. She doesn't like getting out of the bath or having her face rubbed with a towel or wash cloth. She doesn't like switching sides when she is in the middle of eating. She doesn't like getting put in her car seat, but once she is all buckled in she is really good. She gets a little anxious when there are a lot of people around her all at once, but seems to be okay with it.

Naomi is just such a good baby! Getting to know her has been such a fun and beautiful process. I feel so lucky to be her mama. She fits into our family so perfectly, it feels like she has been with us forever. She makes me so incredibly happy and I love her so much! My favorite part of the day is when she wakes up for the first "real" time in the morning and she is so cuddly and sleepy and happy. It also helps that I am well rested since she is so good at night, because normally I haaate mornings.

Being a parent has been quite the adventure so far. It was a bit of an adjustment the first few weeks. I felt like I couldn't go anywhere and got really anxious anytime I thought we were going to have to run an errand, but the more we do it, the easier and more normal it gets. I have even been going to the gym three or four times a week (thanks to Sam). It's been such a great few weeks! I can't wait to see what the future holds. Watching a baby grow is the most fun! :)

Welcome to Earth Naomi :)

On January 21, just shy of Naomi being a month old, we took some new born pictures with Brittany Vinton. I just got them back and I am so excited to share them! They are so beautiful, Brittany did such an amazing job. We just did a laid back shoot at Angela's house because we were house/dog sitting for them while they were on their cruise that week.

I had so much fun with Brittany taking these and I will cherish them forever. There is a million pictures here, but it was so hard to narrow them down. They were all so good! Thanks Brittany!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Becoming A Mother

The last few weeks of pregnancy create the strangest circumstance. Your whole life is about to change, you are acutely aware of that, but there is no way to tell exactly when. A due date means almost nothing really, and you could go into labor at any time. Experts say there are signs that labor is imminent, but I didn’t really experience any of that until I was in it.

On the first day of winter I woke up remembering the contractions I had experienced the night before, and how they had teased me into thinking that maybe I was going to have my baby—finally! Until they stopped; and I had to go to sleep wondering when the day would really come, because this had happened before. While I sat and ate breakfast with my family that morning, I felt a couple of contractions about seven minutes apart. This was around 9:30am. I figured that they were just going to stop again so I continued to get ready for the day.

The first day of winter fell on a Sunday this year, and my cousin Connor was giving a talk in his ward because he is leaving on a two-year mission in a couple weeks. As I got ready to go to church I kept having contractions, but I didn’t bother to time them because I didn’t really believe that it was the real thing. As we made the hour drive to Highlands Ranch they kept getting closer together and more intense. By the time we got to the church they were every five and a half to six minutes apart. We sat and listened to the Christmas program their ward performed and to Connor’s sweet message. Afterwards we went to my aunt Alyson’s house for dinner and that is when the fun really began.

It was about 3:00pm when my contractions really started to hurt. They started coming every four and a half to five minutes and some of them brought me to my knees. I will never be able to explain how good it feels the moment a contraction stops. It’s like this wave of relief and almost euphoria because it hurts so badly, and then it just stops. And you can breathe easy again, and it feels. so. good. It is the weirdest thing.

By the time we finished dinner it was about 5:00pm. My contractions stayed about four and a half minutes apart while we made the trek home. Samuel was just getting home from work when my family and I pulled up and I was so happy to see him!  I burst into tears as I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. I have never been so happy to smell his tea tree oil beard balm and feel his strong embrace. I had wished so badly that he was with me that whole day, but since we didn’t know if the baby was really coming that day he decided to stay at work until things were clearly progressing. My mom and sisters were already in town so they were there to help me, but still, no one beats a husband’s presence.

At about 7:00pm I decided that I wanted to go for a walk to help things along. I had been having contractions all day and I was over it! I just wanted to hold my baby! So I put my hospital bag (that I had packed just two days before, hash tag procrastinator) in the truck and told my sisters that we would call them if I needed to go to the hospital and they could come pick us up, then we started walking. I decided I wanted to walk pretty far and we made a plan to walk the 3.1 miles from our house to Samuel’s sister Angela’s house. So we walked and walked and walked, across parking lots, and a bridge, through trees, and up gradual hills. And we ran at one point, across a street with cars coming at us, and I think the drivers were horrified. I was.

I will never forget that night. It was so beautiful outside. There was no wind, it was about 45 degrees, and at the end of our walk it started raining so gently. It was picture perfect in everyway and it did not feel like December 21^st. The first day of winter is also called the winter solstice. The word solstice comes from the Latin words for “sun” and “to stand still.” Everything really was standing still for me that night. There were things going on all around me, but I didn’t notice any of it. It was just me; my mind, and my body trying to work together to bring a precious spirit into this world. It was painful and incredible, all at the same time.

When we got to Angela’s I tried to relax. My contractions were about every three and a half minutes now. They were lasting longer and they were more painful than they had been all day. I took a bath and called my sisters to come over so we could go to the hospital. I was so sure that I was about to have my baby! We drove through the rain in the dark, and the street lights glowed off the wet pavement creating what looked like little pieces of sacred ground. It was a magical drive for me, because I was so certain that I would be meeting my baby girl on the other side of it. When we got to the hospital I checked in downstairs, and then a nurse came and got me in a wheelchair and wheeled me up to the Labor and Delivery floor at about 9:30pm.

When Sam and I went to tour the birthplace at the hospital about a month before, it was a ghost town. There were no expecting mothers in the triage and only one or two rooms were being used for post partum care. Of course the night that I went into labor the triage was at capacity and there were five patients just from my doctor there! It was crazy. At the appointment I had on Tuesday the 16^th my doctor had checked me and I wasn’t dilated at all, but he said my cervix was very thin. I had heard that if your cervix is thin then you can dilate really quickly, so I was hoping to be dilated enough to be admitted. When the nurse checked me in the triage she said I was fully effaced but I was only dilated half of a centimeter!!! It was such a let down. I cried through my next couple contractions, partially because they really hurt, but also because I was so disappointed that after 12 hours of contractions I had hardly dilated at all.

“I’ll come back and check on you in two hours, okay? I’m sorry; I know you’re in pain. You can get up and walk around, or just stay in the bed, it’s up to you,” she said.

I was so sure that this was it—that I was going to have my baby in the next couple of hours, but I wasn’t. It was frustrating because I was the only one in that room even having consistent contractions; everyone else was just hanging out and reading magazines, their contractions had stopped and they were just waiting to go home. I kept having contraction after contraction, but after two hours and a bunch of walking around the hospital, the nurse checked me again and I hadn’t progressed at all. I am pretty sure I cried and maybe yelled at the nurse when she told me I had to go home.  I was in so much pain from being in labor all day, and I knew that my contractions weren’t going to stop. I just didn’t understand why they weren’t dilating my cervix.

“Just go home and try and get some rest,” the nurse told me. Only that was impossible since I was literally contracting every two and a half to three minutes. I was so tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. I really, really wanted to sleep. I just couldn’t. So then I just wanted someone to knock me out so that I didn’t have to feel any more contractions. Seriously. I kept day-dreaming about falling and hitting my head, or someone coming at me with a baseball bat. It’s funny now, but not then so much. I was just so frustrated because I wasn’t even progressing. Nothing like being in pain for what feels like no reason!

I hadn’t gotten very much sleep the night before either, and I remember thinking that I could have the baby “any day but today.” “Just don’t go into labor today,” I told myself, “any day but today.” Ha! That’s the way it always works out, isn’t it?

So we went home at about 1:00am on the 22^nd. Sam had been working and been up since 2:00am on the 21^st, so he went downstairs to sleep and I sat up in our room with my mom while she tried to help me relax and breathe through each contraction. I kept contracting for two more hours about two minutes apart and they never slowed down, and they were getting longer each time, so I told my mom that we needed to go back to the hospital.

We got back to the hospital around 3:30am and I checked into the triage again. I was certain that I had to be dilated more after all that, but the nurse (same nurse who I yelled at -_-) checked me and I had only dilated half a centimeter more. So I was at one centimeter—after an entire day of labor. I was so angry. I was so tired and in so much pain and I had nothing to show for it (I mean 1 centimeter is basically nothing). I literally felt like I could not endure one more contraction…but they just kept coming, like giant waves of pain crashing into me, knocking the wind out of me. My back ached so badly, and I felt like I was going to throw up. The nurse said she would come back and check me in a half hour, but if I wasn’t dilated any more then they would send me home again.

          

I was so mad; I can’t even explain the feeling of defeat that came over me. This was not how I pictured things. Actually, I had tried really hard not to picture what labor or delivery would be like because it freaked me out too bad. My whole pregnancy I just thought, “I’ll make decisions as I have to and just go with the flow.” I never thought about not having a choice. About being in pain and not being able to do anything but endure it.

When the nurse left, another contraction hit, but this one hurt a lot worse. I was writhing in my bed, I couldn’t even sit still, and my mom came to my bedside and told me that I needed to really focus on relaxing when I had each contraction. I realized then that every time I had a contraction I would tighten everything in my body and fight it, but I needed to just relax and let it come. I said a prayer, asking for strength because I literally didn’t have anymore left in me. And then had about 10 contractions before the nurse came back. This time I was totally ready for her to tell me that we had to go home again. Totally ready to have a major break down because I just couldn’t do it anymore.

When she checked me this time I had to have her repeat herself because I just couldn’t believe it when she said I was dilated three and a half centimeters! Hallelujah! I was being admitted. Finally! When the nurse asked if I wanted an epidural I shouted “yes!” and then some other lady came in and poked me for my IV.

“That didn’t even hurt, “I said.

“I would be worried if you thought that hurt after the contractions you’ve been having,” she joked.

Then the nurse came back and gave me some other pain medicine in my IV until the anesthesiologist got there. And that was nice. Verrrrry nice. It lead to me telling her that she looked like Kristen Wiig, and some other embarrassing comments.

When the anesthesiologist walked in I remember being really confused. Partially because of the pain medicine they had given me—it was making me blurry—and also because he was dressed like a farmer. He was seriously wearing a navy blue plaid flannel, and jeans. And boots! Like, who was this guy? I instantly trusted him and liked him, but wasn’t he supposed to be wearing scrubs?  Was he really supposed to be sticking a giant needle in my back? But he did, and it didn’t hurt at all. I didn’t even feel it. Or maybe it only hurt so much less than the contractions I had been having that it felt like nothing. I don’t know. But it was fantastic.

If you’re pregnant and wondering about an epidural, get the freaking epidural. Do it. Seriously. It made the whole experience so much better. I know some people have really short and easy labors and maybe they don’t even really need one, but I don’t think I could have made it without one. Plus I was much nicer after I got it. My first nurse who had been in the triage with me all night left at 7:00am, and I wasn’t that nice to her before I got it, but by the time she left I was so sad to see her go. She checked me right before she left and I was almost dilated to a seven, so my doctor came in and broke my water, but then he had to leave to another delivery, so I just tried to sleep. And also took a bunch of selfies? (Pain meds, I blame the pain meds).

When my new nurse got there I fell in love with her instantly. She was the best. She was on top of her game, and she made me feel like a million bucks. She turned the monitor so I could watch my contractions, because after the epidural all I could feel was pressure, but I didn’t know how big they were unless I was looking at the monitor. I think I got my epidural around 5:00am or so, and after that until 8:30am I slept off and on as the nurse came in to check me and/or the monitor. After the epidural I was able to really relax so my contractions dilated me pretty quickly and I was at a 10 within a few hours. When the nurse checked me she was like, “Woah, you’re ready and so is that baby! Her head is right there!”

Buuuut my doctor was delivering another baby a couple rooms down and so I had to wait. And wait. His other delivery ended up taking so long that the nurse actually came back without him and had me start pushing until the baby was crowning. I’m telling you, I really loved that lady. She was so patient and the best cheerleader. It also helped that I had my husband holding one hand and my sisters holding the other hand. When my doctor came in to deliver, things went so fast. I ended up only pushing for 23 minutes total, including my time with the nurse. It was amazing. The whole experience was so perfect. I feel so blessed that everything went so well. My doctor and nurses were the best! I could not have asked for better care. And the room was filled with people I love. The love in that room, especially right when I had the baby, was almost tangible. I wish that I could have just scooped up that feeling in a jar and saved it.

I will never forget meeting my baby girl for the first time. When I sit and think about it I can still feel her warm, wet skin on my hands as I grabbed her and pulled her onto my chest for the first time. Remembering the sound of her first little cries still brings tears to my eyes. And all the feelings I had come back so quickly when I think of that morning, at 10:26am when my life changed forever. That morning I saw my whole world in one tiny baby girl’s eyes. Complete with a full head of black hair, just like I knew she would have. And she was mine. She was my daughter; God had allowed me to create her. She was mine in a way no one and nothing else had ever been before. She was glorious, all 8 pounds 7 ounces and 21.25 inches of her.

No one can prepare you for motherhood. Nothing anybody says will ever describe the kind of love that you have for your baby, and the experience that it is to birth a soul. I have never felt a more powerful emotion and I don’t believe I ever will. My heart felt like it exploded when Naomi came into this world to join our family. Having her here with us the last couple weeks has been the best time of our lives.  

There is something that happens when you have a child, that you can’t physically feel, or see. It is a knowledge you acquire of all the mothers in the world and why they do what they do and love how they love. You become painfully aware of your ignorance and your naivety; and all the things you didn’t understand when you were living under your parents’ roof suddenly make sense. And your mom becomes your biggest hero, and your birthday holds so much more meaning, and you see your dad differently too. It changes you in a way only becoming a parent can change you, and it’s life altering.

It feels like yesterday that we met Naomi for the first time, but it also feels like she has been with us forever. Not a day goes by that I haven’t thanked my Heavenly Father for giving me this sweet little spirit to care for and raise in love. My heart is so full of gratitude for her presence in our home. Naomi has brought so much love into our lives, not just for her, but also for each other. I love Samuel in a way that I never would have known possible as I watch him love our daughter. It is fitting that she was born on December 22^nd.  After the darkest day of the year, every single day since, she and the sun have brought more and more light into our world.