Sneak Peak

New posts coming soon about the boys. Until then, here is some brotherly love.

Adam and I were cleaning out the tent after a camping trip and turned around when we heard a strange noise. Milo did this completely on his own. And Logan loved it.

THIS is what summer is all about

playing outside. with the hose. and your dog.

guaranteed to put a smile on your face.

How it went: second edition

**I typed this up for.ev.er. ago. I wanted to put pictures with it. I can't find my camera cord. Therefore, pictures will come later. this needs to be posted**

As I said before, I was done being pregnant for the last two months of my pregnancy. I prayed and prayed he would come early, or that my water would break. Of course I would have endured to the end, no matter how long, to make sure my baby was healthy.

I am loved and everything started to end when I was 37 weeks and 3 days. Praise the heavens above.

Adams family was having a family reunion in Midway from the 10th to the 14th. His entire family was going to be in town, so I was hoping to have the baby on the 13th so everyone could meet him, but I wouldn't interrupt the whole thing. Baby had other plans.

It all started bright and early Saturday morning, before I was even awake. Adam had left to start running the Utah Valley Half Marathon at 4:30a.m. (more on that later, he did awesome, fyi).  Around 5a.m. I woke up thinking I was dreaming I was having contractions. My stomach hurt a little, but I thought it was part left over dream and part sleeping on a bed I wasn't used to and went back to sleep. I continued to "dream" about having contractions. I had to get up 6 to get myself and Milo ready to watch Adam cross the finish line. My stomach was still burning when I got up, so I tried to pay attention to see if they were really contractions, or if it was just a dream. I downloaded a contraction counter on my phone. Sure enough, every 5-10 minutes the "burning" returned. I didn't say anything to anyone, and just continued getting ready and left with my sister in law to hurry to the finish line. I didn't want to ruin the reunion with a false alarm, so I decided I wouldn't tell anyone. Well, I told Molly, since we had a longish car ride together and she was bound to notice something was up. On the hour drive, I had 10 contractions.

When we got to Provo, we had to run to try and beat Adam to the finish line. So picture this, pregnant (tiny) sister in law, pregnant, contracting me, carrying Milo and running down University Avenue. It was awesome. My mom and brother met up with us at the finish line to watch Adam, so I told her, but told her he (baby) wasn't going to make an appearance for at least another day or two. I know second babies typically come faster than first, but Milo took 27 hours, 21 of which I spent at home, so even if it was shorter, I thought it would be at least another day or two.

We found Adam and I told him I didn't want to ruin the reunion, but my contractions had started. I told him he cold decide who and when to tell people. He decided right then was a good time. I continued to time my contractions, but knew it was going to be a while before we had to go to the hospital even though they were getting longer and stronger.

When we got back, I tried to take a nap. That didn't happen. I started to realize that in the near future, I would be going to the hospital, so I jumped in the shower. When I was in labor with Milo, a bath/shower slowed things down. Not this time. My contractions jumped from every 5 minutes to every 2-3 minutes. When Adam found out, he went and talked to his mom and sisters and everyone agreed that it was time to go, especially since we had a 45 minute drive ahead of us. So I quickly finished getting ready and we took off.

We left Milo in Midway, where he was surrounded by his grandparents, and lots of aunts, uncles and fun cousins. He didn't even really notice or care that we were gone, there were too many kids to play with!

Knowing they wouldn't let me eat in the hospital, I made Adam stop and get me a burger. When we got to labor/delivery, I tried to play it cool. I went to the counter and said very calmly to the nurse "hi, I'd like to have a baby today". She looked at me and the look on her face said that she thought I was a dumb first time mom that thinks that because I want the baby out, I can just show up. With that look on her face, she asked if I was having contractions or any other signs of labor. I told her my contractions were 2-5 minutes apart and lasting over a minute. Of course the entire contraction I had at the desk was while she had her back to me getting papers for me to sign. Then when she was taking us to my room, I had another contraction and this time she seemed a bit annoyed that I was going so slow.

They got me all hooked up, checked me and told me they had to watch me for an hour to make sure I was progressing. After an hour, like last time, I progressed about half a centimeter. Doc said it wasn't enough and that I could wait another hour. We tried to tell them that I don't dilate very fast, but that didn't seem to matter. After another hour, I still hadn't progressed as much as they wanted me to. It didn't seem to matter that my contractions didn't seem to stop, and that even if they wanted to send me home, I wouldn't be able to make it to the car.

At this point, I about lost it. They gave me a shot of Morphine with some anti nausea meds. I just wanted an epidural. I was in so much pain, and it wasn't stopping, and the Morphine didn't take away much, if any of the pain, and the anti nausea meds made me SO tired. It made everything so much more miserable. I could barley keep my eyes open, but I hurt so bad, but I was so excited to get this baby out of me, but I couldn't see strait, but but but... I tried not to take it out on the nurses, Adam or my mom. I knew it wasn't (directly) their fault that I was in pain, that the doc had to ok me to stay. Because I didn't want to be mean, I was pretty funny. Naughty words came out of my mouth. I banged on the table. I cracked jokes that I told everyone not to laugh at, (which made everything even funnier) because it would then make me laugh which made me hurt more.

When that (hellish) hour was over, my contractions weren't ending, just spiking. I was moaning and groaning and not stopping, it just hurt so much! So when the nurse came back in, she said she wasn't even going to call the doc, she was just going to admit me (plus I was at a 3). hallelujah! any new person that came into the room I asked if they were the magic doctor. I was SO happy when the "magic doctor" (anesthesiologist) came in. I told him he was magic, and that he was my best friend. Instant relief. I got to sleep a bit. Once I got the epidural, my body started dilating faster and in just a couple hours I made it up to an 8. Around 7:30 p.m. they broke my water and about 8:15 I was fully dilated. They told me the doctor was on his way and to let them know when I felt ready to push.

About 8:35 p.m. I was ready to push. At this point, my contractions went from being 2 minutes apart to 5 minutes apart. That made it kind of awkward. I  would have a contraction and push 2 or 3 times, then we all just sat around, with my legs in the air, just hanging out, waiting for my next contraction. I ended up pushing 6-8 times total and my baby boy was here.

He was perfect. They showed him to me, then cleaned him off a little bit, then Adam brought him back to me for skin to skin. It was amazing. He was beautiful. He was perfect. And he looked like his brother. We have been in love with him ever since.

Welcome to the world Logan Grey Miner

ok fine, here is a picture of him when he was 1 week old.

he is now 7 weeks with fabulous chunks all over. pictures coming soon.

Introducing

Logan Grey Miner

June 11, 2011

6 pounds 14 ounces

19 inches long

So sleepy

Milo doesn't usually fall asleep in odd places, but he sure is cute when he does sleep

 On our way home from a baby shower we threw for my friend, with his balloon

 He slept for an hour in his bed, then crashed like this on the couch for another hour

This one, is my favorite. He was in the middle of eating lunch. You can see spaghetti-o on his face. He took a bit, started to take another, changed his mind and laid down on my leg and went right to sleep.

Negative Nelly

This is me at 37 weeks. This was 37 weeks last time/year. At my doctor appointment today, there was no progress from last week, so I'm still 1cm and 70% effaced, she did "rough me up" a bit to hopefully speed things up a bit. (nothing has come of it yet)

The past couple of days I have been feeling nauseous, almost more than the beginning, there's lots of pinching and pains in my stomach, braxton hicks are becoming more frequent and stronger. All of these things should mean that the end is near. I have been through this whole pregnant thing before and recently, but I still find myself pretty sure that it will in fact, never end. That I will be uncomfortable and large forever.

I am finding that this last month or so of being pregnant I am becoming quite the negative nelly. But really, can you blame me? in 24 months I will have been pregnant for all but 6 months. SIX. SIX.
Other than my year and a half of being pregnant, I really shouldn't complain. I still have it pretty dang easy compared to some of you ladies.

This time around I am more uncomfortable. My back hurts 98% of the time. He feels SO low, my stomach and insides are super pinchy, and my underbelly (yes, underbelly :}) burns if I stand/walk/do anything for too long. when I attempt to roll over in bed I swear I can feel his head rub across my back bones. the doc said he still has room to drop more. awesome right? Heartburn and I have a nightly date, haven't missed a single day in quite a while. My emotions are in full swing. Poor Adam. Poor my mom. Poor anyone who spends time with me. I'm afraid I'm not very nice. People say other wise, but I don't feel like I'm being super nice. at all.

When I get emotional, I LOVE to drown my sorrows/emotions in lots and lots of sugar and junk. pepsi, popcicles, ice cream, brownies, pepsi, cupcakes, chocolate milk, milk and cookies, pepsi, milk shakes, french fries, chips, chips and dip, more pepsi, etc. unfortunately for me, diabetics aren't really allowed to eat that kind of stuff, like, at all. that's right, they're pretty sure I was stricken with the gestational diabetes.  my glucose numbers were elevated higher than they like to see, so I get to cut back (pretty drastically for me) on the junk food and prick my finger 4 times a day. gestational diabetes means that my body still produces enough insulin, but my pregnant hormones don't let my body use any of it. If I don't keep my sugar levels under control, it increases my chances of getting type 2 diabetes (in the next 2 years), and for my baby to be large at birth, increases his chances to have childhood obesity and diabetes himself. I can already tell you I love this little baby SO much, just by what I don't put in my mouth and the smaller portions I take for myself. You can bet your bottom dollar though, that as soon as the dumb hormone producing, insulin blocking placenta is out of my body, I will drink a pepsi, eat a large fry from taco amigo and eat anything else loaded with sugar and packed with carbs. BUT, hopefully, I will have learned a little bit and will have absorbed enough knowledge of how to eat healthier so that I can get back to (below) my pre pregnancy weight and stay healthier. Just by being on this new diet, I have lost 2 pounds. Baby is still packing on the pounds, so it's all coming off me, hooray!!

Adam is really good to me though, especially as I get more uncomfortable. He puts milo to bed, takes me out to eat more often than we should. the other night we were eating cookies and milk. I took 4 cookies and told him to hide the rest from me, especially since I should only eat 3. when I "wasn't looking" he tossed one more in my lap and "made me" eat it. or the other day I was feeling particularly blue, and just wanted 10 otter pops, and would even settle for taco amigo/sonic ice, but couldn't have one and didn't have the other. So he went and put some ice in the blender and put water and mio in it to make the next best thing to crushed ice and/or popcicles. He's such a wonderful man and I'm lucky to have him, sorry I don't show it enough honey!

See? I told you these last few weeks/days I've become quite the negative person. but don't let that fool you, I don't feel like I'm depressed, or that I'll never do this again. I know this will end and pregnant tired will go away and be replaced with (much better) new mom tired. I love being pregnant and I love bringing sweet little babies to this world for me to kiss and cuddle.

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and that ^ is Milo telling me it's his turn to play.

One Year Old

Milo is now 13 months old. I'm so behind. These pictures were taken 2 days after he turned one. He's such a {cute} big boy.

At 1 year he weighed 19 pounds, which puts him in the 4.97%tile

 At 13 months:

He has 9 teeth. 4 on top, 3 on bottom and 2 molars

He loves pretty much all food. He's not a huge fan of fresh fruit (too tart?), but he LOVES his vegitables 

 He says lots of words. Dad, Da and Daddy. Mom and Ma. Hi, hey, tank, cat, more, that, this, again, weeeeeee, no, and others that I can't think of

He doesn't really know what "no" means. So when he goes for daddy's phone, the lap top, daddy's glasses, the remote, or something he knows we don't want him to have, he says "nooooooo" and then goes for it. it's pretty cute

 He loves his cat and dog. He follows them around the house, cuddles with them, feeds them treats, gives them kisses and sometimes sits on them. Both are really good with him and tolerate hair and tail pulling.

 He likes to follow the dog around the house and "boss" him around. He bosses the cat around too. It's so funny

 He is a full time walker

 He will give courtesy laughs. It's a total fake laugh, but he can tell you think it's funny and that you want him to think it's funny, so he laughs.

 When we watch any youtube type videos on the lap top, he runs up and immediately starts laughing

 When I say "say hi to the baby" or "where is your baby" he will usually pat my belly and say "hey!"

 Whiles he loves all kinds of food, he doesn't like to sit down and eat meals, there is far too much going on and to do, so he will eat till he's no longer starving then refuses to eat and runs off to play

 He says hi and waves to every one when we go out. I think he thinks we're in a parade, and everyone is out to see him, so he waves to everyone

 He loves to dance. Music comes on and he smiles real big, looks to make sure someone is watching and dances

 He LOVES his daddy. When he hears the garage, he gets so excited and practically runs to the door

 He is such a cuddley sweet little boy. 

 Sometimes he'll stop what he's doing, just to come give me a hug

 He talks in his sleep

 He loves to climb. on chairs, tables, couches, up on the window sill

 If he can sit in a chair all by himself, he feels SO BIG

 He can sit and push himself around on his zebra

He follows me around the house and empties out cupboards, making getting the house clean practically impossible.  

 He will NOT sit in a high chair when we go out. We have to get a booth so he can stand and "be big"

 This little boy is SO much fun

 and such a HUGE joy in our lives

 We are seriously so blessed to have him

 and we are so excited to make him a big brother {soon}

 Happy {late} Birthday big boy

 We love you so much