Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Newborn Pics + 1 Month ♥

Look whose a month old already!? Not to be cliché... but where did the time go?!
Honestly, the first 2 1/2 weeks were a complete emotional blur. Between tears, exhaustion, recovering from surgery, and complete frustration of not knowing what I'm doing, It's no wonder why the time is flying by. The last week and a half has been much better. However, I won't lie... I'm still exhausted!
To sum up a one month old Remi... she farts more than her Daddy, loves to eat like a hog jaws, no longer likes swaddling {but she likes her swaddle blankets, just don't Velcro them up}, she already wears 3 month clothes, and she makes more facial expressions than a clown!
I can't say she does "good" at night... but she's not terrible. We're typically up every 2 hours. The problem is she's gassy/fussy and it takes an hour to feed her and get her back to sleep. Then what do ya know, it's time to wake up again! Therefore, I'm still napping as often as I can throughout the day. Here's to hoping that gets better soon!
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Even though Remington is not a fresh newborn anymore, I would still like to share her newborn pictures that we had taken when she was one week old! I just got them back yesterday and they turned out great! Not that I had any doubts because as always, Shanell Photography does a fabulous job!


Sunday, April 26, 2015

The Birth Story of Remington Rose ♥

It's mind boggling to think that exactly a month ago today, I was writing a 40 week Bump Watch post and cussing up a storm that it was my due date and I still hadn't birthed this beloved baby girl.
So here I was, on my due date, March 29th. Ready to pop. {Little did I know I was only hours away from my water literally popping...}
Due to the size of our baby, my Dr. already had an induction scheduled for Tuesday, March 31st. For as much as that made me nervous because I had wanted my body to go into labor naturally... I was impatiently awaiting not being pregnant any longer and of course meeting our precious babe.
Michael and I spent the majority of the weekend relaxing, walking, eating spicy food, bouncing on an exercise ball, and anything else we could to try to induce labor naturally.
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Sunday, March 29th
The big D day - Due Date.
I honestly didn't think I was going to make it to that day. I thought for certain I would be having this baby early. I should have known from the moment she held her hands over her face in the last ultrasound that she was going to be a stubborn child like her father.
Since I was officially done with work as we awaited the arrival of our little girl, we decided it would be best for me to stay at my Mom's the next couple days in case I did happen to go into labor before my scheduled induction. That way I would be closer to the hospital {which is 75 miles from our house and probably only 20 miles from my Mom's} and I would be with Michael while he's at work. So Sunday afternoon we gathered all the necessary bags and headed south.
On our way down, I wanted to stop at a couple stores for a few things. Plus, we knew it would be good to get some more walking in. After going in 2 stores and Michael pretty much dragging me because I was walking "too slow" I told him, "Babe, I think today could be the day. I don't feel right all of a sudden and it's getting to be very uncomfortable to walk." I think he looked at me in astonishment because we both didn't really think this baby was ever going to come out.
A few hours later, we arrived at my Mom's and enjoyed some DQ before going to bed. As we laid down, I had tears in my eyes because I was so uncomfortable. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Michael asked if I was going to be okay and I just kept saying "I don't feel right".
Then it happened. All of a sudden I felt a huge gush. I was laying on my side and I didn't even want to move.
I said Michael, Michael. I think my water just broke.
No response.
No response.
Michael! My water just broke!
That man jumped out of bed faster than a kid on Christmas morning. 
Then just looked at me and said really?? I said well look! I don't want to move! So he lifted my legs to look at the bed and it didn't appear to be wet. {TMI? Sorry!} I said open the door and make sure there's no one in the bathroom, I'll run in there.
As soon as I stood up I felt another gush and I rushed to the toilet. Michael just stood in the doorway looking at me completely in a daze. I said well I guess tell my Mom to come here and get ready to go to the hospital!
So here we were at 10pm on my due date, driving to the hospital. I couldn't believe it was actually happening!
At that point, I wasn't having contractions and the ride to the hospital was very calm and definitely surreal.
Side note: best advice I received - carry a waterproof pad {crib or multi use} and a towel around in your vehicle leading up to having a baby so you don't ruin your seats. Michael was impressed that I had that stuff in the pickup and let me tell ya, it came in handy!
It was just before 11pm when we checked into the hospital. First they checked the fluid to be sure it wasn't amniotic fluid. And hell, by the amounts of fluid leaking out, I didn't doubt it for a second. When someone tells you "You'll just know when your water breaks" it's no joke. You just know. Ew.
Then they checked us into our room. Suite 6 to be exact.
I was still feeling pretty good. I was dilated to 4 and 90% effaced. They gave me an IV and then hooked up the monitor machines for my contractions and the baby's heartbeat. I was having contractions, but I wasn't feeling them. The baby was moving like crazy and they struggled to keep her on the monitor. Hmm.. another sign of stubborn baby if you ask me.
My Mom was already out in the waiting room. She was the only one that knew we were at the hospital. We didn't call anyone on our way because we didn't know how long of a labor it would be and we didn't want people beating our door down immediately after delivery. All along, I thought for sure that my Mom was going to be my birthing partner. I didn't think Michael was going to be around due to work and I didn't think he was going to give me the proper support that I needed. Considering I'm a big baby and only my Mom knows how to keep me calm. However, things worked out completely different than I envisioned and I'm thankful that Michael was truly able to be there for me. I'm also thankful that my Mom waited patiently in the waiting room just in case I needed her.

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Monday, March 30th
Delivery Day!
Just after midnight, my nurse said she spoke with Dr. Fabian and they wanted to wait a few hours to see if my contractions became more frequent, if not, they would administer Pitocin to speed up the process.
In the meantime, we tried to get some sleep. Key word: tried.

Around 1am, the nurse went forward with the Pitocin. I still wasn't feeling much for the contractions. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.
Between 1am and 4:30am is a complete blur. Between trying to sleep, having contractions, and having someone come in the room to violate "check" me every 5 minutes, the time really blends together.
One small detail I do remember is that the baby was still being hard to monitor. So they had to put a "lead" on her head. Now that was not the most comfortable feeling as they put it on and then to have this wire thing hanging out....
Around 4:30, I was dilated to 6 1/2, my contractions were about 3 minutes apart, and my back pain was through the roof. I had probably been crying for a solid hour. The contractions in the lower region didn't bother me. It was the back pain that was excruciating. At that point the nurse highly suggested I rethink the option of getting an epidural due to my pain before it was too late. Michael agreed with the  nurse because he said he felt terrible that I was in so much pain. The nurse offered the Dr. to discuss the concerns I had regarding the epidural before I decided for sure to get one. Next thing I knew, I had an epidural, which was quite painless compared to the horror stories I heard, and my pain level was much more tolerable.
By 8:30am I was dilated to 9, fully effaced, and almost ready to start pushing. Did I mention how exhausted I was?! Oh, and I was so thirsty. They don't let you have anything besides ice chunks.  
I officially started pushing at 9am. After 2 hours, the secondary Dr. came in and before he even checked me or helped me when I pushed, he mentioned his concern for how long I had been pushing and for the size of the baby. He told me I needed to possibly think about "plan B". I immediately looked at Michael and cried. Then Dr. Hartman agreed to give me another half hour of progress on my own and then discuss the options with Dr. Fabian.
At that point I remember thinking this was my chance to give it my all in order to avoid a c section. I also remember asking Michael if my Mom knew what was going on. He had been texting our parents in between contractions to keep them updated.
At 11:30am Dr. Fabian came back to the room. I hadn't made any progress {obviously}. At that point they didn't give me any further options besides a c section. They stated the baby was sunny side up {which was the cause of all the back pain} and she was too big for my frame which would risk her getting stuck in my birth canal. I instantly started crying harder. I told Michael I felt like it was my fault and I wished I could have tried harder. I still to this day, wish there was something that I could have done differently.
Within minutes, an army of nurses and doctors flooded the room. They gave me meds through my IV and everything became a blur. Michael was gone and they were taking me out of the room into the surgical room. All I remember is bawling hysterically while looking around for Michael and repeatedly asking for my husband.
Once I was set up for delivery, Michael was allowed back at my side.
I don't recall much from this point on. Just bits and pieces.
I remember... the Dr's removing the baby and holding her above my head. Between the tears and the dizziness from the medicine, I seen 5 babies. I really didn't get a good look at her.
I remember... Michael kissing me and leaving me to go see the baby get cleaned up.
I remember... Michael coming over to me with a huge smile on his face and asking me what we should name her. I said, hunnie I don't know I haven't seen her. So he went and got her and brought her back to me. I still couldn't focus through the dizziness and the tears. So I said, hunnie I don't know I can't see her so you can decide. He said, well I think she looks like a Remington Rose. ♥
I remember... hearing the nurses say "8lbs 6oz and 23 1/2 inches long!" and as I still lay on the operating table I said "Holy shit!" and everyone laughed.
I remember... getting wheeled back to my room by the nurse and as I was entering the room I heard Michael telling someone "her name is Remington Rose" I looked at my nurse and said "Oh I guess he decided on a name?!" Haha!
I remember... barfing and being so nausea that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Unfortunately that's how all of the guests had to see me that night. And unfortunately, I don't really recall any of our visitors or the newborn pictures that we had taken.
And there you have it, Remington Rose was born!
March 30, 2015 @ 11:59am

The staff at the hospital was absolutely amazing. Every single nurse took such great care of all three of us. We thanked them with a huge edible arrangement.
And most importantly, my husband was/is amazing. He definitely proved me wrong for what I assumed he would or wouldn't do. He never left my side. He never stopped believing in me. He never stopped encouraging me. He was my rock through the whole delivery and I couldn't be more thankful for his support. He has taken such great care of Remington and I since they day we went into the hospital! I'm so blessed to call him my husband and Remington's Daddy. ♥
First picture as a family of three.
Welcome to the world Remington Rose!


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Life Lately - 2 Weeks Post Delivery

To say that life has been a little hectic since the little one arrived would be an understatement. I knew that it would be busy, lots of work, and emotional. However, I wasn't fully prepared for how hard it truly was going to be. Especially on my own 6 days a week while the hubby is away at work. Honestly, I think I've cried a small river. No lie.
So what's been going on over yonder?
We came home from the hospital 3 days after Remington was born. Luckily, the hubs was able to take the entire week off due to me having a cesarean delivery {remember how he said he wasn't going to take any work off and he wasn't going to stay at the hospital with me?? Ha! My how things change...}
Discharged from the hospital 4/1
The first couple days/nights were rough. There were times that I just cried because I felt so helpless and clueless. Which left Michael feeling even more helpless than I felt. Thanks to some great advice from my friends Cara and Erin, I learned a few tips about breastfeeding and they assured me that feeding Remington some formula was perfectly normal while I was waiting for my milk to come in.
Having Michael home was amazing. He was so much help! He literally waited on me hand and foot and took care of everything around the house. Which was much needed since I was not getting around very easily. Although some other family members have been here to help me, it's just not the same as having your husband home through the night.  
When Remington was 5 days old, we took a trip to her first Dr. visit. Her weight was only down a little bit to 7lbs 15oz. Dr. said all was well and she was a healthy baby!
However, a couple days later we received a call from the Dr. office stating one of her tests came back positive for Cystic Fibrosis. Next week we go to the Children's Hospital for further tests. We are praying that the test is just a false positive.
Remington's first Dr. visit 4/3
We celebrated Remington's first Easter at just 6 days old! My in laws didn't really seem to understand why we didn't want to bring her around a ton of people being so young and being exposed to so many germs. So we decided to take her for an hour but not allow anyone to touch or hold her. I don't think my MIL was too thrilled about that, but we had to tell her that if we let one person hold her, 10 more will want to do the same.
We've taken a lot of naps and I've taken a lot of pictures! It's hard to capture her little smiles!  
We've had a lot of company. Sometimes too much company. My Mom, Jasmine, and cousin Alexa, came to stay with me for a couple days. The girls were so much help with Remington! It was cute!
Remington got her newborn pictures taken. She pooped and peed on several props. Oops. I can't wait to see more!
Last week the dogs had a fight and I had to make an emergency vet call to the house to have Sandy girl bandaged up. Poor girl. In the mean time, my house turned into a horror movie with blood being splattered every where. I couldn't take care of both Remington and Sandy at the same time. Jack has sense then been mostly gated off into our back room. Unfortunately we have had to have discussions on what we're going to do with him because we cannot trust his behavior around Remington. It is absolutely heartbreaking.  
Last weekend we went and took the camper out of storage! Yay! We're hoping once it gets a little warmer outside, I will be able to go stay with Michael while he's away at work all week.  
When the furbabies behave, they sure look sweet cuddling on the couch with me.
Breastfeeding/pumping is some serious work. I could not tell you how many times I've cried, became frustrated, or straight up thought about giving up on doing it all together. It's not easy. I don't know why I've gotten the impression from other Mom's that it's easy. Kudos to every single Mom out there that puts in the effort to provide breast milk to their babies. It's tough. But I'm hanging in there. I'm hoping it gets easier!
Last but not least, we officially put a for sale sign in our front yard. This time around, we're trying for sale by owner. We are praying very very very hard for it to sell. Like I said, I knew taking care of a baby alone all week was going to be tough, however I didn't imagine it being this tough. Every time Michael leaves for work I'm hysterical. We don't want this lifestyle and we need to move closer to his work before Remington is old enough to know better.
I'm hoping to find my new "normal" soon! Then I can hopefully get caught back up on blogging, wearing clothing besides PJ's, and not relying on concealer to hide the bags under my eyes. Until next time... much love from me to you all for your wonderful comments and support!

Monday, April 6, 2015

Introducing Baby Joy ♥

One week ago today, Michael and I welcomed our precious baby girl into the world!
Introducing.... Remington Rose
Born March 30, 2015 at 11:59am
8lb 6oz - 23.5 inches long
My last Bump Watch post was on my due date last Sunday, March 29th. Little did I know I was going to go into labor that evening! However, Remington wasn't born until Monday, March 30th.
These precious moments taken from within the first 6 hours of Remington's life are one of my absolute favorite things! Head on over to Shanell Photography's blog to see more!

I'll be back soon with newborn pictures and a birth story!
Thank you so much for all your sweet compliments, thoughts, and prayers! ♥
We are adjusting to life as a family of three {or should I say 5 including the furbabies}and loving every minute of it!!!