*I tend to write these updates here a little and there a little, whenever anything worth mentioning pops into my head. So some of the info may have happened a while ago. FYI.
Miles
*You make friends so easily. When we go to swimming lessons, there are always different people there and you make friends with all of them, whether they are, or aren't, your same age, gender or have the same interests as you do. You've played basketball with a 12 year old girl, jumped on the tramp with 3 boys that are about your same size, and befriended a cute 3 year old boy. It's heart-warming to see you interact with all of these different kids. It comes so naturally to you- to just jump in to their conversation and not skip a beat, or cheer for them when they make a basket and you didn't, or to help them fish their soccer ball from under the deck. It makes me insanely proud. I love it when all the moms say, "Oh Miles is your boy?? He is just the cutest!"
*Some of the teeth you have lost are finally starting to grow back in. You're definitely going to need braces. :)
*You're really close to meeting your goal of having $100 in your fun money account. Last time we made a deposit, we told the guy about your goal and he said, "That's awesome! What are you going to do once you have $100?" And you just shrugged and said, "I just want a 100 dollar bill." :) Your other goal is to have enough money to buy an RV. Don't know where that little obsession came from. I've told your many times how ridiculously expensive they are, but you seem undeterred to own one someday.
*Money is a major motivator to you. We have been easing back into school, earlier than normal because we plan on taking a break when baby gets here. We had been mentally prepping you all for the return of school for a couple weeks, and everyone seemed on board. Well, the first day I said, "Ok, let's head downstairs!" You immediately returned to your whining and complaining about school. It was completely disheartening to me. So we had a long talk about it, and then we implemented a new strategy. You have a jar of pennies and you can earn more by having a good attitude about school, or lose them by complaining. You get to keep all the pennies in your jar at the end of the month. That sure got your attention. :) Working like a charm so far.
*I love seeing the wheels turn in your head. Today you were pretending that the spatula was your robot hand. And then you asked, "What if I had a real robot hand?" I said that we'd figure it out and make the best of it. And then you said, "Wait a second. How do people with real robot hands work? There aren't any nerves in robot hands, so how does it send messages to your brain?"
We had our first official science lesson of the year the other day. It was all about how God created the universe, and what's out there in space. I can't remember how you phrased it, but you were basically asking what came first, the universe or God. You couldn't wrap your brain around the fact that God created the universe, but God had to be somewhere when he created it, so...where was He?
*When we read scriptures at night, sometimes I think nothing is sinking in. It's usually hectic and you guys aren't listening in the way we think you should be, and Dad and I are exhausted. But you've surprised me lately. You've been picking up on things! For instance, we just got done reading about Alma the Younger, and the advice he was giving all of his sons. You paused and said, "Wait, we already read about an Alma, and he did this and this etc. Is this a different one?" We explained the difference quickly, and you caught on and can now tell the stories better than I can.
*Your nose wheezes when you sleep. :) It's not quite a snore, but there is definitely some noise going on. It cracks me up.
Gwen
*Within the recent past, you've attended two different birthday parties for girl's in our ward. They live on "the rich street" in our ward boundaries, and so their parties have been...let's say more elaborate than we do at our house. (Real pony rides, inflatable water bouncy houses...etc..) When I came to pick you up from these different parties, both Moms commented on how content you are. "She didn't complain about when she got her turn or what color _____ she got. She didn't ask, "What else?" or "Is this it?" She just seemed to happy to be here." That makes me giddy.
*You are taking your little Karate class and it was so fun watching you today. It was your first class and we were late because I went to the wrong rec center. I was stressed beyond normal and kept anxiously saying, "Let's go! Hurry!" etc. I was afraid you'd be frazzled and not want to participate when we finally got there (because that's how I would feel if I had been in your shoes) but you just jumped right in and smiled the whole time. You were the only girl, but you weren't intimidated at all.
*You always seem to have a smile on your face. You can just light up a room! It's been so fun watching you do swimming and karate, and seeing you smile almost the entire time. And it's such a genuine smile, not something that's been plastered on. You are full of joy!
*You have us all cracking up with your songs lyrics. You'll sing these songs, and if you're not sure what the words are, you just fill it in with whatever you think it sounds like. The other day is was "Hakuna Matata" and you said, "It's our problem free....With lots of these!!....Hakuna Matata." Another time it was "Video Killed the Radio Star" and your lyrics were, "Oh-wa-Oh...Massachusetts! Oh-wa-Oh...what did you tell them." (instead of Oh-wa-oh, I met your children.)
*Dad and I have noticed a tendency you have to flip out when you're really tired. It doesn't happen a lot, but every once in a while when you get really exhausted, you're so tired that you can't even fall asleep! And you have these, what look like, panic/anxiety attacks. You just get completely hysterical. Sometimes Dad and I have a hard time being patient with you because we know it's just because you're tired and if you would only go to sleep, it would solve the problem! Dad has been really good about walking you through these relaxation techniques to help you calm yourself down.
*You are every bit the mini-mama I thought you would be to Benson. You're constantly asking to hold him, and you do a really good job. You feel so confident holding him that sometimes we have to reign you back in because you want to walk around with him etc and he still can't hold his head up so it makes us nervous. I know I can let you hold him, even when he's crying, and you won't get frazzled or worried. You just pat his bum, sing him songs, etc. Today you came home from church, and Benson had just prematurely woken up from a nap and was crying. You went in and read him a story, put another blanket on him, and left the room. He totally calmed down and went back to sleep! You can almost change a disposable diaper all by yourself!
*You have a bit of a lying problem. Trying to figure out how to remedy that...
*You frequently pick out words from a book we read, a song you've heard, something Dad and I said in conversation, and ask "What does _____ mean?" Even if the word was barely mentioned, you have this ability to pluck it out, and then understand it. It's so cool to me.
Lindy
*You call every meal "dinner".
*I'm realizing that I'm going to have to do things differently with you and school this year. Last year, you didn't care to participate at all really. I could just manage you, while I helped Miles and Gwen. But now, you are starting to take an active interest in what they are doing and wanting to be treated the same. Both Miles and Gwen have their own "school box" with supplies they need. We got you one this year on a whim, and when I presented it to you today, you were over the moon about it! You colored for a good thirty minutes and kept saying, "Nee-Nees!" (Translation: Lindy's!!) After the kids read aloud to me, you always interject, "My turn!" and then you pick up a book and make us all listen as you "read" it to us. You had us all cracking up today as you "read" us a BOB book that apparently was a cross between "The 3 little pigs" and someone who kept peeing the bed.
*You are making longer sentences these days, and it's so fun to communicate more with you. There is this song by Beethoven that was on a Little Einsteins episode once, and it scared you. So the kids like to sing it to tease you. We checked out a Beethoven CD from the library the other day, and it was the first song. As soon as you heard the familiar riff, you immediately grimaced and then said, "Mom, no! Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun a-scare a-me!" It surprises me how sensitive you are to "scary" things. Even if you don't understand the story line etc, if the tone of the narrator's voice gets low, or the music becomes more foreboding, you're instantly scared. You're also very sensitive to light, and get scared if it's even a little dark. Tonight we were at Grandma and Grandpa Garner's house for Sunday dinner and the kids were out jumping on the tramp. You wanted to go out, but the sun had just started setting and you were terrified to go out. It's also happened that we'll be driving home from somewhere at night, and you HAVE to have the car light on because it's dark outside and you're terrified.
*This past weekend, Aunt Makenna took Miles and Gwen for the weekend to sleepover. Which meant that there was only you and Benson at home with Mom and Dad. You had way more undivided attention than normal and you completely ate it up. It was almost like a switch had been flipped and you were on your best behavior. No whining, no grumpy faces, nothing. Just a smiley, happy girl. Only a few minutes after your older siblings got home, I was breaking up fights with between you guys and having to put you in time out again. Hmmm...Looks like we may have to carve out some more time with just you Lindy. :)
Benson
*First time including you on one of these updates! How fun! You are almost 3 weeks old (as of today, Sept. 18th) Here are some things we're learning about you, our newest addition.
*You are still waking up about twice a night. Not horrible, but we are tired! You make us work for your sleep. I don't remember at what point we turned this particular corner with the other kids, but I feel like I should be able to feed you, change you, and then lay you down for a nap. But you like to be wooed to sleep. You want to be held, rocked, coaxed, put on your belly, etc and then maybe you'll sleep. Usually it means that you'll nap during the day for about 15 minute and then wake up. So then we have to go in and coax you back to sleep, and on and on. Hopefully this improves quickly. You're super cute, but that routine is gettin old kid.
*We took you in for a 2 week check up and you surpassed your birth weight! Go Benson! You have been my easiest nurser. The entire nursing process has been so much better this time around. I'll take it!
*We were also going to circumcise you at this 2 week check up, but the doctor found an issue with your little man parts. :) It's called "Penile Torsion", and it basically means that your penis is turned. This will require surgery, any time from 6 months-2 years of age, and we'll just do the circumcision then. Fun stuff, eh buddy?
*You are really good at holding your head up already. You love looking around. Dad and I love it when you are content and just looking around, taking it all in. You aren't smiling responsively yet, but you can see lots of emotion behind those eyes of yours. It's like I can see the wheels in your head turning, trying to make sense of it all.
*As of today (the 23rd) I think we may have turned a corner. For the past couple of days, your napping during the day has been so much better and more predictable. I still have to work a bit for it, but it's becoming easier, thank goodness.
*You still hardly ever spit up. You are my best nurser so far, and least messy eater! Diapers are another story. You are constantly peeing or pooping out of them and you love peeing all over me and the bed when I change your bum. :) Little stinker.
*We LOVE you SO much!!!
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Friday, September 9, 2016
Garden Goodness
The day before going into labor, I went out into the garden with Richie. Truth be told, I haven't been out there much this season.:) He picked peaches and I was just trying to remain active in hopes of getting some contractions started. I took pictures along the way. We're winding down in the garden and gearing up canning in the kitchen. I do love this time of year!! Pretty soon, all of the shelves in the storage room will be neatly lined with full jars. Ahhh...
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Ira Benson
My due date of August 28th came and went. I was a little bummed, but tried to stay positive. It actually provided opportunities to get lots of little things done that wouldn't have otherwise. On Tuesday, the 30th, I had what I was hoping, would be my last OBGYN appointment. I had the midwife strip the membranes in hopes of getting things going. All Tuesday I anticipated going into labor. Again...nothing.
Wednesday morning I woke up...in a puddle. I hastily got showered and ready before the kids woke up, then sat in the recliner and watched my girls sleep (who had once again snuck into our room at some point) and read my patriarchal blessing, hoping to let some peace set in before knowing it was about to get crazy. I prayed and cried a little. Some tears from tender thoughts, and some from anxiety.
The kids woke up and as we got breakfast going I called Richie and the midwife. Richie came home from work in time to eat some breakfast with us. The midwife told me it was fine to stay at home and try and get the contractions going on my own, and not to worry about heading to the hospital immediately. It was wonderful to have time to prep the kids, get their bags packed for staying at Grandma and Grandpas, to get the dishes done and house all tidied, etc. A little while later, (still no contractions) we took the kids to the Garner's home, then Richie and I headed to Wal-Mart of course. ;) We walked the perimeter of the store, while picking up a few canning supplies, hoping to get some contractions started. No luck on that front. However, my water kept breaking and we had to exit the store sooner than later to avoid anything terribly embarrassing. Ha!
We got home and started canning all the beautiful peaches from our tree this year. (We ended up getting 14 quarts just from our tree!) All the while, I was up and down stairs, walking in place, doing low squats...anything that I thought would get the contractions coming. I had one or two, but nothing other than that. Around 3ish I was getting frustrated. I called the Midwives to see if I should think about going in to the hospital yet. She seemed surprised that I wasn't already there! "Your water has been broken now for more than 8 hours, of course you need to head in!" Alrighty then! So we packed our bags and took off. It always cracks me up when they show the scene in movies or TV where the woman goes into labor and it's this crazy urgent, insanely quick moment. It always seems so unrealistic. At least, it's never happened to me that way! We calmly made our way to the 3rd floor, checked in, etc. Nice and easy. They started me on the pitocin and I was ready to get things moving. We were really impatient at this point. However...it still went so slowly. My contractions came, but were small and far between. On the positive side, it gave us a chance to check out VidAngel and watch some edited movies. :)
Once the contractions started becoming more painful, I was up and about, trying to walk it off and breathe through them. After an hour or so of fairly intense contractions, I told my nurse that within the next hour or so, I'd like the epidural. Well, the anesthesiologist came in about 5 minutes later, and boy am I glad he did. The contractions got super intense, really quickly, and I started having those thoughts like, "How do women do this naturally??" and "I forgot how badly this hurts!" Then the epidural kicked in and all was right in the world. I usually have a hard time progressing without the drugs, but once I get that medication, my body relaxes and I progress fairly quickly.
Sure enough, less than an hour later, I had gone from a 5 to a 10 and needing to push. My sweet midwife, who had been out of town till that evening, came just to deliver my baby, instead of letting the on call midwife do it. I was glad about that. She has really been awesome to work with. Well, 3 pushes later and we welcomed Ira Benson Garner into the world. That moment it always so...sacred. For that moment, it's just Richie, myself, and this new baby. No other kids to worry about, no one else to share each other with, just us and this brand new person. They put him on my chest and I cried such happy tears. The official stats: Born September 1st, 2016 at 1:04 am. 9 lbs, 13 oz, 21 inches long, big head :).
They were slightly worried that since my water had been broken for so long before delivery that he could have an infection. They also were slightly worried about his blood sugar levels (as is common with all really small babies and really big babies). So they had to put an IV in him to check things out periodically. I was slightly anemic. Other than that, it was smooth sailing.
The kids slept over at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and the next day Richie brought them over to check out their new baby brother. We had been calling them throughout the day to give them updates, and they were so anxious for baby Benson to finally get here. They were overjoyed to finally come see him and hold him and bring him all the pictures they had colored for him. I guess I won't count my chickens before they hatch, but so far they've all adjusted incredibly well to having a new baby in the house. Even Lindy seems excited and not at all jealous. She is so soft with him. Major improvements from 6 months ago, when she had encounters with other babies! haha! (Crossing my fingers it keeps up!) They got to watch him have a bath, and eat some hospital snacks, and ride my bed up and down. They had a good time. :)
I love delivering in a hospital because I know if anything were to go wrong, all the available resources to help remedy the situation would be right there. However, we are becoming more and more disenchanted with everything else about the hospital stay. Any sleep you even conceive of having is always interrupted by well-meaning staff members. And you are practically held hostage until about a million people have checked off on you and baby. No need to go into detail, but suffice it to say, we were chomping at the bit to get home!!!
We are now home and working on transitioning to 4 kids. (Crazy!) So far, so good. We are beyond grateful that everything has gone so smoothly and that Benson is finally here with us. He is perfect in every way. He has a fair amount of sandy blonde hair, the longest toes, and the cutest little ears I've ever seen in my life. So far, he is my least spitty baby, and most smilely! He's only spit up maybe once or twice, but he smiles on a daily basis. Can't tell who he looks most like yet. To me, he just looks like his own littler person. We love him!
Wednesday morning I woke up...in a puddle. I hastily got showered and ready before the kids woke up, then sat in the recliner and watched my girls sleep (who had once again snuck into our room at some point) and read my patriarchal blessing, hoping to let some peace set in before knowing it was about to get crazy. I prayed and cried a little. Some tears from tender thoughts, and some from anxiety.
The kids woke up and as we got breakfast going I called Richie and the midwife. Richie came home from work in time to eat some breakfast with us. The midwife told me it was fine to stay at home and try and get the contractions going on my own, and not to worry about heading to the hospital immediately. It was wonderful to have time to prep the kids, get their bags packed for staying at Grandma and Grandpas, to get the dishes done and house all tidied, etc. A little while later, (still no contractions) we took the kids to the Garner's home, then Richie and I headed to Wal-Mart of course. ;) We walked the perimeter of the store, while picking up a few canning supplies, hoping to get some contractions started. No luck on that front. However, my water kept breaking and we had to exit the store sooner than later to avoid anything terribly embarrassing. Ha!
We got home and started canning all the beautiful peaches from our tree this year. (We ended up getting 14 quarts just from our tree!) All the while, I was up and down stairs, walking in place, doing low squats...anything that I thought would get the contractions coming. I had one or two, but nothing other than that. Around 3ish I was getting frustrated. I called the Midwives to see if I should think about going in to the hospital yet. She seemed surprised that I wasn't already there! "Your water has been broken now for more than 8 hours, of course you need to head in!" Alrighty then! So we packed our bags and took off. It always cracks me up when they show the scene in movies or TV where the woman goes into labor and it's this crazy urgent, insanely quick moment. It always seems so unrealistic. At least, it's never happened to me that way! We calmly made our way to the 3rd floor, checked in, etc. Nice and easy. They started me on the pitocin and I was ready to get things moving. We were really impatient at this point. However...it still went so slowly. My contractions came, but were small and far between. On the positive side, it gave us a chance to check out VidAngel and watch some edited movies. :)
Once the contractions started becoming more painful, I was up and about, trying to walk it off and breathe through them. After an hour or so of fairly intense contractions, I told my nurse that within the next hour or so, I'd like the epidural. Well, the anesthesiologist came in about 5 minutes later, and boy am I glad he did. The contractions got super intense, really quickly, and I started having those thoughts like, "How do women do this naturally??" and "I forgot how badly this hurts!" Then the epidural kicked in and all was right in the world. I usually have a hard time progressing without the drugs, but once I get that medication, my body relaxes and I progress fairly quickly.
Sure enough, less than an hour later, I had gone from a 5 to a 10 and needing to push. My sweet midwife, who had been out of town till that evening, came just to deliver my baby, instead of letting the on call midwife do it. I was glad about that. She has really been awesome to work with. Well, 3 pushes later and we welcomed Ira Benson Garner into the world. That moment it always so...sacred. For that moment, it's just Richie, myself, and this new baby. No other kids to worry about, no one else to share each other with, just us and this brand new person. They put him on my chest and I cried such happy tears. The official stats: Born September 1st, 2016 at 1:04 am. 9 lbs, 13 oz, 21 inches long, big head :).
They were slightly worried that since my water had been broken for so long before delivery that he could have an infection. They also were slightly worried about his blood sugar levels (as is common with all really small babies and really big babies). So they had to put an IV in him to check things out periodically. I was slightly anemic. Other than that, it was smooth sailing.
The kids slept over at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and the next day Richie brought them over to check out their new baby brother. We had been calling them throughout the day to give them updates, and they were so anxious for baby Benson to finally get here. They were overjoyed to finally come see him and hold him and bring him all the pictures they had colored for him. I guess I won't count my chickens before they hatch, but so far they've all adjusted incredibly well to having a new baby in the house. Even Lindy seems excited and not at all jealous. She is so soft with him. Major improvements from 6 months ago, when she had encounters with other babies! haha! (Crossing my fingers it keeps up!) They got to watch him have a bath, and eat some hospital snacks, and ride my bed up and down. They had a good time. :)
I love delivering in a hospital because I know if anything were to go wrong, all the available resources to help remedy the situation would be right there. However, we are becoming more and more disenchanted with everything else about the hospital stay. Any sleep you even conceive of having is always interrupted by well-meaning staff members. And you are practically held hostage until about a million people have checked off on you and baby. No need to go into detail, but suffice it to say, we were chomping at the bit to get home!!!
We are now home and working on transitioning to 4 kids. (Crazy!) So far, so good. We are beyond grateful that everything has gone so smoothly and that Benson is finally here with us. He is perfect in every way. He has a fair amount of sandy blonde hair, the longest toes, and the cutest little ears I've ever seen in my life. So far, he is my least spitty baby, and most smilely! He's only spit up maybe once or twice, but he smiles on a daily basis. Can't tell who he looks most like yet. To me, he just looks like his own littler person. We love him!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
September 2022
Benson turns 6! He requested a chocolate and strawberry cake where candy spills out of it. :) We went swimming at the rec center, Gwen made ...
-
Benson turns 6! He requested a chocolate and strawberry cake where candy spills out of it. :) We went swimming at the rec center, Gwen made ...
-
I got a new calling to be an Activity Days leader for the girls in our ward. One of the activities I planned was flower arranging. An old w...