Sunday, April 30, 2017

Beautiful Evening in April

I think I can argue that today was the most beautiful day of the year, and this evening even more so.  After dealing with screaming kids for an hour and looking around at the pig sty that my house has become over the weekend, I told Tim, "We're going for a walk."  There is nothing as therapeutic as walking outside.  As soon as we breathed in that fresh spring air, I started to calm down.  My boys were happy, the baby stopped crying, and life was ok again. Tim and I shared our thoughts on the Sunday school lesson (tithing), reviewed our goals, and just shared our simple testimonies about the Savior's love for His children.  I love talking to my husband about spiritual things, and evening walks seem to lead into these types of conversations just naturally.

When we finally got home, we force fed the kids a little snack (hopefully they'll sleep longer) and got them to sleep ALL AT THE SAME TIME!  Right?!  It is now 9:22 and the perfect and only time I have to update my blog.

I wish I could update this blog every day, but it might be another 3 months before I get another post up.  I don't know if it is having three kids, or all boys, but I can't seem to come up for air.  I am continually drowning in laundry, toys, diapers, mess, and noise noise noise.  Our condo can't contain it all.  It is a good thing we are moving soon; I just don't know how much longer I can handle this place.  Jack started army crawling today, but I can't let him crawl on the carpet because who knows what disease he would pick up.  I really think this is the week.  The footings have been dug on the lot and I am crossing my fingers that the concrete will be poured in a few days.

Jack will be 6 months on Tuesday.  He is a happy baby overall, but babies in general are hard.  I still wake up 2-3 times with him every night.  Starting solids has been rough  - he can't seem to digest anything very well, so I might just keep nursing him until we figure it out.  I've tried and tried (to tears) to get him to take a bottle, but every time, he looks at me like I'm torturing him.  His colic has dissipated for the most part, and he is just getting cuter and cuter every day. I am thankful the days the go by.  Every night, I pray for forgiveness for not being a better mom - for losing my temper, for my impatience, and ask that I will be better tomorrow.  I just have to keep trying and I know that one day, I will be better.  It might not come until these boy are all older, but it will come, and if I keep trying, they'll turn out all right.
Ty loves to brush his teeth, or eat toothpaste.  He's got his dad's huge mouth.
The footings have been dug.
Ty won the big chocolate bunny at the little Easter Egg Scramble at the Kia Car lot.
Art Festival
Jack is mesmerized by Tim's guitar.
The boys were planning their next big round up.
Uncle Lance teaching the boys about lizards and making homes for scorpions.

Eating Waffle Love and flying kites at the Kite Festival.
Tim just holding the boys after a long day of work.

Jack is 3 months old and more updates

I woke up at 4:30 this morning to the sound of Jack in the other room talking, singing, "gaga"-ing to himself.  My baby is 3 months old this week and I am thrilled.  Granted, I wish it was six, but I'll take three.  Jack is getting SO CUTE!  It's a good thing, because I've never seen/heard a baby cry as much as him.  He still suffers with colic, or whatever it is.

  • When he's not crying, he is all smiles.  Jack loves to jabber.  He goes on and on - likes he's having a full on conversation with you.
  • One way to calm Jack is to change his diaper.  He might be my flower child - that boy loves to be naked.
  • He still wakes up every three hours in the night to eat.  I want to stop nursing, but it is too convenient.  I can't imagine having to get up 2-3x in the middle of the night and prepare a bottle (downstairs).
I was out with some girl friends the other night and they were chatting about how much they loved brand new babies and the infant stage.  I had nothing positive to contribute to the topic, because I really only start liking my kids once they are OUT of the infant stage.  I may need to adjust my attitude, another of my many goals.

Ty turned two in December.  He's had a rough transition with the arrival of a new baby, and he has also been sick, pretty much since November.  I hate the cold/flu season - and when Ty sucks his fingers like he's on the brink of starvation, he's bound to pick up every germ out there.  However, he is still our sweet boy.
  • He is really into sword fighting.  He even knows how to pretend to die.  Every night, when Tim walks through the door after work, Ty grabs the extra sword and puts it in Tim's hand.  
  • He is a major tease and loves to get under Bridger's skin.  He knocks over Bridger's blocks, takes his crayons, punches him in the face, and throws his toys all around the house.
  • However, he gives the sweetest hugs and kisses.  He can't stand to see anyone sad (unless he is the originator), and will do anything to make it all better.
  • Ty loves LOVES being outside.  Going to walks is his favorite thing.
  • He sleeps like a champ and still naps two hours every day, hallelujah.
Bridger has been in preschool since September and has learned so much.
  • He is really into coloring, drawing, and writing right now.  He goes through paper at a very expensive rate.  The other day, he gave me a picture he had drawn with every number and letter he knew. and told me to "send the envelope to dad for his birthday."
  • He has also started the dreaded potty-talk and talking back.  He thinks it is hilarious to use the word "poop" in any sentence and tries to use it in every sentence.  We are discouraging this, but there's only so much you can do with a 4 yr old's sense of humor.
  • He is an incredible big brother.  Though he loves to tease Ty, he never retaliates when Ty knocks him over the head or punches him in the face.  He is so helpful, always running to get diapers, paper towels, or whatever I need.  
  • He is still sleeping in our room, but that is all about to change, because...
We are building a new home!  Tim signed the contract yesterday and we are so excited.  We found a great little lot in a cul-de-sac, right next to a park out in Little Valley.  I am a bit panicked about the financial responsibility of owning a home, but after much thought and prayer, we are moving forward despite the apprehension.  It is a simple tract home, so it should be done by June.  I will finally have a backyard to get some relief from my crazy energetic children.

Tim and I feel truly blessed at this time in our lives.  No, it is not our easiest stage of life, but I am so happy with the most perfect man beside me, and the cutest little hooligans running around.  I know Heavenly Father has been guiding our path and is incredibly mindful of us.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Jack's Birth Story

Jack Porter Hemming was born November 2, 2016.  I was set to be induced one day before my due date, November 3rd.  Around 6:30 that night, I started getting contractions, painful and intense.  I guess third pregnancies skip the prep pain and move right on to PANIC MODE.  I had made a gourmet dinner (pork verde tacos) and after Tim got home, we ate, and I laid down on the couch.  I thought a warm bath might help, but even in the tub, I started to worry that this was it.  I called my mom and about 15 minutes later, my parents came.  We rushed to the hospital, but had to sit in the triage for 45 minutes to see if I was progressing; luckily, I was admitted after that (I tried to tell them I was progressing since I felt like I had a 30 pound weight in my pelvis, but monitors are more reliable I guess).  

My contractions kept getting more intense and closer together.  The nurse suggested spelling words to get my mind off the pain, so Tim got the job of coming up with words to spell.  Most of them were baseball related since the last game of the World Series was on and it was the bottom of the 9th inning (whatever that means).  I finally got an epidural when I was dilated to 6+ and the feeling of numbness starting to move up my legs definitely compensated for the horrible sting of the needle.  

I was progressing without the need of pitocin, so I was pretty happy to know that Jack was coming all by himself - he was ready.  As soon as I felt the pressure, I called the doctor and nurses in.  I pushed 4-5 times and he was here.  The cord was wrapped loosely around his whole body, but they quickly untangled him and laid him on me.  Jack cried and cried and cried.  I was a little worried that I was getting a second Bridger (Bridger is absolutely wonderful now, but he was NOT an easy baby).  While Jack was getting his vitals done and I was getting stitched up (2nd degree tear), I felt pretty detached from the whole scene.  I started getting nauseous and threw up my dinner (no Mexican food before labor is good advice).  I felt lousy - I think it was partly from the nausea and partly from the time of night - Jack was born at 11:58 p.m.  Once I got some meds, I started feeling better.

The hospital stay was great, despite being in serious amounts of pain.  Afterpains (when my utererus started shrinking) were really hard to deal with - I think I cried more from those than actual labor.  Retraining myself to go to the bathroom is always an adventure, and getting accustomed to little sleep is exhausting.

Four days after Jack was born, I had a minor breakdown.  I was tired (no change there), guilty and angry with my kids, and seriously questioning my sanity.  I didn't want a new baby, didn't want to be feeling horrible still (stitches and milk coming in), didn't want this challenge.  Now he is a week old (I never thought I would make it this far) and I am feeling better and better each day.  I don't want to kill myself anymore and I am feeling really grateful.  

My mom has been taking the boys on fun adventures each afternoon so I can get a few things done (like take a nap), and Tim has been a superstar.  He wakes up around 4 am and works until the boys wake-up.  Then he feeds them, gets them dressed, and takes Bridger to pre-school.  He gets home from work early and makes us dinner, cleans up the mess, and gets the boys ready for bed (tub, jammies, songs, prayer), all the while being his happy, positive, sexy self.  That man.  

Jack is precious.  He is generally an easy baby, but does not want to fall asleep by himself.  He eats all the time and lets everyone know that he is hungry - he's got this high pitched monkey-like cry.  I'm not totally sure who he looks like yet, but he's a good mix I think.  I've just decided to take one day at a time and keep my sights set on the next thing (like his circumcision next Wednesday)  instead of hoping I will blink and Jack will be 6 months.  Everything will be ok (I repeat this every other hour), and in 6 months from now, it will feel like a blink.

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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Pregnancy #3

Before this pregnancy ends, I wanted to write some of my thoughts on another pregnancy, in hopes it will make me stop and think before I decide that growing another fetus for nine months is a piece of cake. IT IS NOT.  This has been thee worst pregnancy ever.  Normally the last two weeks are ridiculous - no sleep, big as a whale, swollen, emotional, etc.  This time around, I've experienced all of these things starting at month 6 and it has only gotten more intense with each passing week.

1 - Varicose Veins - so much worse and they keep rising up my legs.  I don't think they will be disappearing this time (thanks mom).

2 - Weight - I have one more month and I have gained 40 pounds.  40 POUNDS!!!  I have rolls of fat that I never knew could grow on those parts of my body.  Nothing fits me - not even maternity clothes anymore.  Do you know how hard it is to lose all of that weight?!  I can't even fit boots over my calves. Because of nursing, there's no way I can lose it as quick as I would like.

3 - Emotions - Angry most of the time, crying the rest of it.
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5 - Contractions - I never had Braxton Hicks or contractions with my other boys until a week before I was due and they never really hurt.  This time around, I feel like I am going into full on labor every night around 10.  This has been going on for a month and it is only getting worse. 

4 - Sleep.  Between Bridger, hip pain, baby kicking, and Charley horses, there is no sleep.

5 - I guess I've forgotten, but I get medical bills every other month for one shot or another.  Having a baby is expensive, stressful, completely uncomfortable, and downright miserable.  The one and only positive about this whole experience is the replacement of a baby instead of a period.  However, when the baby does come, you bleed more in two weeks than you ever did in 9 months.

I know I will think it was all worth it when Jack comes, but for now, my attitude about pregnancy is very apparent.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Mr. Ty

Mr. Ty. Everything that baby does just endears me to him more and more.  It is such a delightful child - happy, copies everything Bridger does, a cuddler, and adores his mama.  I love having two boys close in age.  They are buddies and everything that comes with that; they play together, chase the other around the apartment, hit and bite each other, scream, yell, hug, and drive me crazy.  While Bridger reminds me a lot of myself (maybe my dad even more), Ty is all Tim - sweetness and playfulness combined.  Some of Ty's favorite things right now: doing anything that Bridger does, cherry yogurt, Popsicles, pretending to be a puppy or a lion, walking outside, reading tons of books, making messes, and sitting in mom's lap.  Ty is very bashful, even with his dad sometimes.  He rubs one eye with his hand whenever he is feeling shy.  He's got the cutest dimples on the planet, and the funniest walk/toddle.  He is pretty good about entertaining himself.  Sometimes, he will just throw a ball around the house and run after it, giggling with pride when he catches it.  He loves the little basketball hoop in the front room and plays with that on his own.  I think he will be a very sporty boy.  He still doesn't say much, but I'm not too worried yet.  Ty is my favorite 18 mo. old, and I love watching him play, learn, and grow.   I thank Tim all the time for giving this baby to me - I owe Ty's darling personality all to my husband. We are beyond blessed to have him in our little family.