Thursday, February 26, 2015

Baby Ned: One Month Stats

Meri and I took Edison to his one month appointment today. (Five weeks, two days but y'all it was the weather's fault. I promise.)

The delayed appointment actually worked out in our favor. Otto's one month visit occurred at five weeks, one day, and being the competitive family that we are, Ned and I have been working hard at beating Otto's initial weight gain. It's healthy to encourage your children to compete with each other, right? (Meredith doesn't get to get in on this fight, she was a shrimp.)
Ned's 'Bring it' face
Well, this plump little man weighed in at 11 pounds and 13 ounces! Just two ounces shy of the 11 pounds 15 ounces that his older brother hit. BUT, let's all remember that Ned started out a pound and five ounces smaller than Otto. Woohoo, I'm calling it a win!

Shout out the the chunky monkey Nedster for packing on FOUR pounds and seven ounces in just a few short weeks. That's over half his original weight! I haven't lost a single stinking ounce, but we're not here to talk about me.
 He's downright delicious.

His measurement's for my record keeping.
Head: 15 1/2 inches (1/2 inch bigger than his sister's, who know's what Otto's was I DIDN'T WRITE IT DOWN! First kid and everything, no excuse.)
Height: 22 1/4 inches 69th percentile (two whole inches shorter than Otto, and 1/4 inch shorter than Meri.)
Weight: 11.13 84th percentile

Dr Elliot thought he looked beautiful, and laughed a little at his impressive eating skills.

Sidenote: Meredith did SO well at the appointment! No crying and she even talked to both Joyce, the nurse, and Dr Elliot! This is huge you guys. On the way home she said, "Dr Elliot is such a good friend to baby Ned." Progress, amazing progress.

And tonight we gave Ned a real bath to wash off the doctor's office germs, and really soak those neck creases…the boy collects funk in a major way. The sink baths in front of a space heater just aren't cutting it. Get this, he floats! I tried my best to keep his lower half under the water surface to ward off the cold, but nope! It kept popping right back to the surface! Blubber makes you buoyant;)

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Happy 5th Birthday Addison!

Our Addy turn FIVE this month! SO crazy, that means Otto will be five this year too…and I'm not ready for that!
Lisa planned the cutest party for Addison, Doc McStuffins all the way! Meri was super impressed with everything Doc, and LOVED the goody bag filled with doctor items to take home. A full box of real bandaids just for her!

It was a little breezy so lighting the candles was a little challenging, but teamwork made it happen.
Meredith and Stephen were big fans. 
The youngest two guests, bundled up kangaroo style.
Addy with her maternal grandparents.
Party hats turn Otto into a grumpy dinosaur, obviously.
Addy and her mommy! So glad Jackie was able to make it to the party.
Happy Birthday sweet girl! We are so glad you are a part of our family!

Monday, February 23, 2015

Ice Day!

We got a little winter weather today! Sleet and a touch of snow. 
The big kids were thrilled to wake up to a (partially) white view out the window. Before breakfast they insisted on bundling up and going out to play. 
They lasted about five minutes, but that's long enough to take a few pictures! Otto stepped in a puddle and was immediately frozen to death and had to be carried in for hot chocolate and time in front of the space heater. Meri was a little more content, but made the mistake of actually trying to touch the stuff and almost lost a hand. We apparently aren't made for cold weather;)
We've spent the day inside under blankets watching Frozen. More our style for sure;) Otto says that he's afraid of winter and would like it to go away.

Baby Ned: One Month

Edison is one month old! 
It's hard to believe that this little orange one week old, has transformed into a squishy stud muffin. 
The Nedlet has packed on about three pounds if the scale we are borrowing is correct. Sadly, I haven't lost a bit--drat! But that's okay, hopefully it comes off eventually and meanwhile, I'll just snuggle this deliciously solid one month old. *sniff sniff*
Ned, obviously, loves to eat. He's also a big fan of sleeping. His current record is a four hour stretch, because hello, eating. In the last few days he has started to wake up a little bit more, and yesterday he smiled at me (buttering up the food source, good call buddy) for the first time!
He's not a huge fan of being swaddled, only tolerating it for the warmth. His hands are buddies, and need to either be touching each other, or holding on to Mommy. 
White noise is his kryptonite, and the Rain Rain app combined with the yoga ball for bouncing are a lifesaver at night. 
Overall, he is a very calm guy. He doesn't complain about the constant background noise provided by his older siblings, and goes with the flow when his rest is interrupted by errands or school pickup. The car seat isn't his friend however, his little hands can't touch! 

On his one month birth-a-versary, we were in East Texas for Addison's fifth birthday party. Ned got to meet his Uncle Israel and Uncle Sam!
Sam was totally okay with me posting this silly picture, because look! A tiny smile from Ned!
Edison also got to meet his Nana and Great Nana. Our little guy really has his grandparents wrapped around his little finger, and rightly so, he's pretty perfect. 
We love you, Ned! 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day!

I bribed my children with banana pudding and sour patch kids to take a holiday picture in their matching shirts today.
Sarah Burns I am not. The bigs were being really helpful and I still broke out in a sweat. Pictures are hard!

We tried a different angle, and Edison got just a tad nervous about his bubble being invaded.
Little momma Meri was super concerned, sat up, and scooped Ned up! Panic! She did very well, but yeah, the two year old holding the three week old unassisted doesn't do good things for the Mommy's blood pressure.

Ned got some Daddy snuggles and all was better. Look at those sweet cheeks, getting chubby!
And these two…the pants didn't last long.
Happy Valentine's Day!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Documenting Ned

I did a terrible job documenting Ned's pregnancy, but I am GOING TO DO BETTER now that he is here. Because having three kids is totally less complicated than simply having two and growing the third, right? Don't answer that.

Here we go, a few firsts for Edison!

At exactly one week his umbilical cord fell off. Such a cute little belly button! Also, a week?? This boy seems to like doing things quickly, both his siblings cords took twice as long.
Then it was time for a bath! He tolerated it well, which is great…the boy is a spitter, bathes will be happening often.
 Poor Ned, his mother is a tad crazy. I was worried about his weight gain so we took him to the post office after hours and borrowed their scale. 8 lbs and 3 ozs, growing so fast!
 Another first, his first item with his name on it! He now has several…again, his mother is a little nuts.
His first trip with just Mom and both sibling was to the dreaded second pku appointment. NOT fun, but he did terrifically, only crying for a second.  His older siblings were a tad bit of a mess however. Otto tried to convince the lab technician that he was 16…which he might pulled off if Meredith hadn't chimed in "I'm 16 too! I can drive!". Ha! Not for YEARS little girl.
 And last Sunday we finally broke out of the house for something other than a doctor's appointment. Germs are everywhere and we do not want them, so we took a trip the park for fresh air and sunshine, but avoided all the people. Ned and I sat in the shade while the bigs and Chris explored the shoreline.

 And yesterday, this cutie turned three weeks old! Fastest three weeks of my life for sure!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Third Little Weldy: Birth Story

You know how they say things happen in threes? They do. After the crazy that went down with Meredith at the beginning of the year, I assumed that having a baby would be our third big event.

Well. I was right. But I should have realized simply adding a new person to our family wouldn't be enough, that the actual HAVING him process was going to be straight up insane.

So, here we go, #thirdlittleweldy's birth story.

Monday night, January 19th, I was texting Sarah before bed. She was planning on driving up for labor and delivery to take pictures, and wanted to make sure the little guy wasn't planning on arriving that night. I assured her he absolutely wasn't going to make his debut. Heck, I'd even shaved my legs and painted my toe nails earlier in the evening, he wasn't coming out anytime soon. If you're ready labor never happens, right?

Wrong. All of two minutes later, my water broke mid-text. I immediately called Sarah, and after confirming that was what had really happened, she and Hannah jumped in the car and headed towards DFW. (3.5 hour drive from where they live.)

At this point I hadn't had a contraction. It was 10:30pm.

Feeling confident this was it, I called my Mom. She grabbed her go bag, woke my Dad to tell him good-bye, and headed out the door. I then woke Chris. Poor man, he had been tired all evening and feeling a little odd, so he had just taken a melatonin and gone to bed not thirty minutes before...just enough time for the melatonin to kick in fully.

I then hopped in the shower, because fresh hair is a must, while Chris loaded the car. Right before climbing into the shower, first contraction. 11:07pm.

Checking on the kids, we found self sufficient potty training Meri had quietly tried to change her own dirty diaper before falling asleep. Needless to say, her crib was a mess. A little voice in my head simply laughed as I woke her up for a change, stripped her bed, and moved her to the pack'n'play. Who has to deal with toddler poop mess while in labor?!

Contractions began to pick up quite quickly. I was wandering the house, adding things to our bags, tidying a little, pausing when a contraction began. I wasn't feeling rushed, and planned on leaving when my mom arrived, simply to get an epidural and labor in less pain. Chris and I had decided early on in this pregnancy that an epidural was the way to go for me. I progressed better with both older kids after the epidural, and this time we decided to get the epidural earlier in the process with the hope that it would shorten labor and allow us to come out of labor less exhausted.

Chris was looking a little green, but was still being a great support during contractions and only panicking a touch when they quickly moved to two minutes apart. They weren't exactly comfortable, so when my sweet, sweet friend Jeanne offered to come over and wait on my mom so we could leave for the hospital and I rapidly agreed.

(Side note: Jeanne has two kids under two, and when she got to my house she did the dishes and folded the laundry on the couch so my mom wouldn't walk into chaos. As far as friends go, she's a keeper. Get yourself a Jeanne, people, she's the best.)

Jeanne walked in the door and we pulled out of the garage. 12:30am.

Riding in a car during labor is lame. Rural roads are bumpy, also lame. There was some pretty significant whining going on as Chris sped towards the highway. Ten minutes later we made it to the highway (smooth roads!) and I breathed a sigh of relief, another forty minutes and I could get my epidural! Still not feeling rushed, just a lot of pain.

A few minutes later, the relief died. Chris said, "I think I'm going to vomit. You should call 911."

What?! No. That's not in the plan. Who calls 911 twice in as many weeks?? Apparently the Weldy's do, that's who. Chris pulled over, stumbled out of the car and proceeded to get violently sick on the side of the road. I got with the program and called, as there was no way I was going to be able to drive myself to the hospital.

Three contractions and six minutes later the Calvary arrived. Police first, followed by the fire department, and an ambulance. Thank goodness it was the middle of the night, or we would have created quite a show for passing traffic.

The police office addressed Chris first. "Are you okay?" Obviously not, he was on his knees in a pool of vomit. I opened the car door and the office got a good look at me, "Well, she ain't plopping one out." WHAT. Who says something like that?! And to a laboring pregnant lady? The little voice in my head started laughing again.

Thankfully the paramedics stepped up to assess the situation. During a contraction I heard a voice over my right shoulder, "Ma'am, are you okay?". I looked up to see a TWELVE YEAR OLD dressed in fireman pants. (He wasn't actually 12, but he sure looked it... 21, I asked.) The voice in my head kept laughing.

It was quickly decided--okay I told them--that we should head to the hospital. Onto the gurney and into the ambulance I went, leaving Chris on the side of the road, surrounded by police officers, vomiting. He later told me they kept questioning him mid puking bouts, "Are you guys fighting?" and "Don't worry man, I was stressed when we had our kid too." He was eventually able to drive himself home.

Once in the ambulance I took back that complaining I did in the car…apparently ambulances don't have shocks, because dang, talk about a rough ride. I know I got air a few times, but thankfully I was strapped to the gurney and didn't go flying off into the floor. The two paramedics in the back, let's call them 12-year-old and Austin, were very kind and let me squeeze the crap out of their hands during contractions. They managed to start an IV too, only blowing three veins in the process.

In the 27 minutes it took to get to Fort Worth, contractions continued to increase. From two minutes apart to a mere 45 seconds by the time we pulled into the emergency bay at the hospital. Austin was a total trooper and didn't even make a sound as I took out my woes on his hand, and trust me, I wasn't holding back. PAINFUL, very painful. I still wasn't feeling any urgency, but was grateful to have made it to the magical place where epidurals are possible. (Let me remind you, previous labors were 22 and 18 hours long. I was planning on setting up shop in a labor room and staying put for awhile.) Contractions were identical to what I had experienced with both older kids, I had no reason to assume this would be a faster process than before.

Into the hospital we went, only to find the emergency room is not even remotely close to labor and delivery. With an ER nurse leading the charge, off we went through the under ground halls, two paramedics pushing the gurney and the third running behind pulling my little suitcase on wheels. I'm sure we were a sight as we came flying into the labor triage area, the paramedics were very ready to hand me off to someone else…I was sad, whimpering, and flapping my hands like a wounded bird with each contraction. It's not pretty when Lydia is in pain people. 1:32am

The kind staff at Baylor had obviously seen this drama before and immediately waved us to a triage room. Austin and 12-year-old dropped my suitcase and ran, but the poor driver was trapped between the bed and the wall. There was no way out for him and since he wasn't going anywhere I latched onto his hand. A check revealed 8cm and fully effaced, so across the hall to a labor room we went, dragging the ambulance driver bodily with me. Ruth Ann, the charge nurse, asked if I wanted her the call the anesthesiologist? YES. ABSOLUTELY I DO.

Jessica, a labor nurse, and the hospital obstetrician, joined our group as I was wheeled into the room. The staff was moving at warp speed getting the room ready, and after another check people started shouting things like, "She's complete, lets have a baby!" and "Does anyone know her name?".

The voice in my head stopped laughing and started shouting, "No, no, NO! Epidural, someone get me an epidural! That was the PLAN. Stick to the plan people!" No one listened.

At this point I had been transitioned to the bed, lights were turned on, legs in the air--you can imagine the picture I'm sure. The ambulance driver was still in the room, trapped by my death grip on his hand. He took a seat near my head and turned to face the wall. At some point I had a break in contractions and asked him his name. He replied, "James.", and the entire room erupted in laughter. The poor man got a chance to abandon ship when Jessica stepped up to take his place, and he ran out of the room.

Pushing wasn't fun. That 'ring of fire' everyone talks about is very, very real. There might have been some rather loud vocalization involved, and at one point Jessica and Ruth Ann told me to can it and focus, which was exactly what I needed. Two pushes and the silly doctor actually told me to slow down. What. the. heck. This needs to be over! Slow down? Obviously the man has never had a baby. Two more pushes and out came Edison Louis, umbilical cord wrapped around his feet bungy cord style. It's like he had a heads-up that delivery was going to be quick and he had prepared just in case no one was there to catch him. He was born NINE minutes after arriving at the Labor and Delivery wing. 1:43am
Baby Ned, seven pounds and six ounces, 20 1/2 inches long.
The nurses were amazing, and when they realized I was by myself, they pulled out their cell phones of the first few moments of our little guy's life. I love that they knew it was important to me, and that I have those pictures.

Ruth Ann 
Signing admittance paperwork with Jessica AFTER he arrived.
Perfect squishy little man
They placed Ned on my chest, and the doctor looked up, "Where is Dad? Where did her husband go?". He assumed that James was my husband, couldn't handle the drama and had abandoned ship before cutting the cord. I filled him in, "We left him on the side of the road!" Pretty sure that won me (and Chris) some sympathy points.

The on-call doctor from my obstetrician's practice (same doctor that delivered Otto) arrived in time to help with clean up and to go track down my phone and suitcase. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, told me good job and to call my husband, which I happily did. Chris was shocked to learn that Edison was already here, but I think everyone was. Two and a half hours from first contraction to delivery was completely different from our previous two experiences!
My sisters arrived about 45 minutes later and stayed the night with me, not sleeping at all and taking these fantastic pictures.
HUGE shout out to Sarah for the pictures!
Chris joined us a few hours later, feeling much better.
Edison and his Dad!
All in all, I'm glad to have the experience of natural childbirth. Check it off the list please. If we have more children, (Ha! Three is a beautiful number to me right now.) We will 1.) need to live within walking distance of a hospital and 2.) I will try my best to make it in time for an epidural. The pain and absolute loss of control created chaos and I feel like I missed the actual birth. I wasn't able to hold him initially and was so lost in the massive throw down my body had just completed that the memories of his first few moments are missing. He had the same difficulties his older siblings did clearing his airway and the lower back pain I formerly assumed was from the epidural really wasn't. Nothing I worried about in the past was actually caused by getting an epidural. Get the epidural ladies, it makes the process more organized. You will still experience the intensity of delivery, but the sharp pain will be muted. You will be calm and focused, not afraid an involuntary twitch will make you drop your baby.
This guy was completely worth it and is surprisingly chill given the crazy way he came into this world. Let's hope he slows his roll a little in the future, I'd be just fine if he wanted to address life at a calmer pace. He is perfect in every way. His head shape and profile are reminiscent of his older brother, his cheeks are like his sister's, and he sneezes just like his Dad. He's a keeper.
I am so grateful for the amazing people we have in our life. Family has been wonderful, coming to stay and letting me grab a few naps, taking amazing pictures and loving on our big kids. Our church, friends, and neighbors have brought us dinners--we have felt so loved and appreciate everyone pitching in to take care of our little family. (Who am I kidding, we're downright midsized now;))
Welcome to our crazy life Edison! I have a feeling you're going to fit in just fine.