the quickest month ever.

Molly girl is already a month old. I can't believe it. Here's what life has been like thus far for my little doodie head.

She's a fan of eating...At her 2 weeks appointment we put her on the scale only to discover that she hadn't gained much weigh. Docs like it if they gained their birth weight back by then and she had only gained a few ounces in her first two weeks of life. I automatically started thinking that my boob milk was sour and other horrid thoughts like that. She had another week to gain some lbs or formula it was for her. Little chicka gained an entire lb the next week and we were good to go. I wasn't ready to give up the hundred of extra calories burned by breastfeeding either. Since then she hasn't slowed down at all. Eating 4-5oz bottles every 4 hours. Sometimes in the middle of a feeding I'll stop to burp and she tries to suck my cheek. She takes eating very seriously and if you're not careful...she might eat you.

She enjoys a good nights sleep...When Molly was first born she slept 5 hours straight the first night. We sent her to the nursery at the hospital which allowed Andy and I to get a few hours of shut eye. Since then she's kept up that sleep schedule through out the night....which is awesome! On my birthday a few weeks ago she slept 7hrs straight...but typically it's a 5-6 hour stretch. She'll wake up for some grub, eat and then sleep for another 4 hours or so. One day we'll go get pedicures to celebrate her ability to sleep like a college student.

She doesn't need coffee or fiber to poo...little sista is quite the regular one. She's takin 'explosive poo' to a new level completely blowing out of diapers just moments after the explosion happens. One time she was wearing this adorable yellow dress. Mom picked her up out of her car seat...Oh my goodness, She was really hot in there. She's sweating! Then mom noticed the mustard looking substance all over Molly's leg and now all over her own arms. OMG, she's not sweating. She pooped!! Everywhere!! That was funny stuff.

She likes Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain...not really. Pretty much she's the best baby ever. Colt was an awesome baby but Molly might be an even better baby, if that's possible. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that I'm a seasoned mother now and everything...I mean, EVERYTHING is 100% easier and less stressful the second time around.

I know many of you have been asking for more pictures of little girl but there is something that also happens when you're a mother for the second time...you don't nearly take as many pictures of baby numero dos : / And it's even harder to take pictures when your camera is broken. We haven't had a working digital camera for months. All the pictures I've taken of Molly have been from my phone...which is a crying shame because she's a beauty and deserves to be photographed with high pixel quality. But I'd like surgery to get rid of my wrinkled Kate Gosslin belly...we don't always get what we want now do we?

Her first month of life has been a truly joyful experience. When Colt goes to bed we get our girl time. I stare at her a lot. I examine everything about her little face. I smell her hair and give her eskimo kisses. Then I sing Hey sista, Soul sista... because her nick name is sista. I kiss her on the lips and watch her fall asleep. When she's sleeping and dreaming I'll tell her she's a pretty girl and that Jesus loves her and she'll smile at me. Still can't get over the fact that she's here and she's mine!

I love my babies.

big foot

guess whose is whose?

a labor story

The night before I went into labor I asked Andy to rub my feet.  As he was lotioning them up I told him that one time when I was pregnant with Colt I got a pedicure and the lady at the spa said there was a pressure point on your foot that when rubbed can trigger labor...but they're legally not allowed to work on that pressure point.  He said that lady was a liar and continued my foot rub.  Before he was finished he looked at me with a dumb silly face,  poked the center of my foot like he was ringing a doorbell and told me that I should thank him cause he just pushed the 'magic' pressure point.

Later that morning at about 4am I woke up from a dream where I was having cramps and good lordy I was HAVING CRAMPS!  I rolled around for about 15 minutes or so then finally tapped Andy on the shoulder and told him I was crampy.  No longer comfortable I decided to get up.  Once I walked into the kitchen and made myself some toast gravity took effect and the pain factor of my cramps doubled.

Soon after I was having to pause and bend over to catch my breath during these 'cramps'.  I started timing them just for fun and they were now coming anywhere from 2-6 minutes apart.  I then officially started calling them contractions.  At 5:15a after seeing if the contractions stayed hard and lasted for an hour I decided it was time to wake Andy up.  During that hour I would go back in to the bedroom and whisper, Andy! I'm still having them...just wanted to let you know. Ok, goodnight.  Finally after the hour had gone by and I was having to blow hard and cringe during every contraction I went into the room, tapped him on the shoulder and said, Wanna wake up? I'm not kidding anymore. This is it.

Soon after I started packing my bag.  He was still in sleepy land, not really sure if this was 'it' or not...then he saw my first contraction.  He soon knew.  He called his mom to come and stay with Colt.  She was going to take a shower and head over but Andy so kindly let her know that I was ready to go to the hospital 5 minutes ago.  She showed up shortly after and we headed out.

Wanna know the two worse places to have a contraction? 1) the toilet and 2) the car.  That car ride suuuuucked.  My contractions were super painful but the worse part is they lasted a solid minute and were coming every few minutes.  There wasn't much relief.

We got in the parking garage and a few short feet from the door I tossed my cookies in a doctors parking spot.  I held on to the disgusting cement walls of the parking garage and breathed and barfed my way through a few more contractions.  A nurse walked by and asked if we needed a wheel chair.  Andy kindly said, Yes please, we also need an emesis basin.  An emesis basin is a fancy word for a puke bucket.  I ended up not needed the puke bucket because I left the 2 oreos, 1/2 glass of milk and the 3 bites of toast in the docs spot. ;)

The next 30 minutes went like this...
-got checked into triage.
-told the nurse I wanted an epidural. please. fast.
-moaned and groaned through some flesh ripping contractions.
-got checked. 4cms.
-made sure she knew I wanted an epidural.
-started to pee all over the place, oh wait, that was my water breaking.
-told a doctor that he looked like a young Dwight Schrute.  He didn't take it too well.
-more contractions.
-ate ice chips.
-nurse asked me if I wanted to walk to my room. I said yes, started to stand up, changed my mind, layed back down and yelped...I can't walk! [enter contraction!!] So they wheeled me away instead.

Once to my room I made my new set of nurses aware I would like an epidural.  They got the anesthesiologist lined up and started pumping an IV into my veins.  I was afraid that I was going to progress so fast I'd miss my epidural window and have to go au natural like I had to do with Colt in the very end.  Didn't want that. No sir!

Within 30 mins I had my IV fluid in my system and the anesthesiologist was pumping the goods in my spine.  Man, I love drugs.  I got checked again right after my epidural and I'd progressed to 6cms in an hour.  I spent the next 3 hours visiting with friends and family, enjoying my pain-free contractions and eating Jello.  Orange flavor.

By 11am I had progressed to 10cms/100%.  The doctor came to check on me and since she could see the baby's head she decided I should do a few practice pushes just to make sure I remember and to see how the baby moves when pushing.  On my 2nd practice push Molly started to come out! haha. Practice pushes are for sissys.  It's like riding a bike folks.  Just hunker down and PUSH!  I was really good at it apparently.  The nurses and my doc prepared for delivery while I snacked on some ice.  Andy started laughing and gave me a crazy look.  I didn't get why so I asked and he just said, She's coming with those kind of pushes.  This isn't going to take long at all.  He was excited. 
 
A few minutes later with my hubby by my side I gave THREE good pushes and out she came. THREE! T.H.R.E.E!  Uno, Dos, THREE!!  I pushed for 4 hours with Colt and with Molly... I pushed THREE times.  It was awesome.  I felt awesome.  Those first moments with Molly were awesome.  See, with Colt I was in so much pain I couldn't focus on him and enjoy the first moments of his life and I had prayed for a long time about being about to enjoy those precious moments with Molly. My prayer was answered.  She just layed there and snoozed on my chest like an angel. 

She is amazing.  I didn't think it was possible to have two awesome, perfect little babies.  She is perfect.  Sleeps good. Eats good.  I think she likes her life.  She's really happy.  I love her so much.  I kiss her on the lips all the time because they're so adorable and juicy.  I was always told growing up that you don't kiss babies on the lips, but I do what I want because she's my baby :)

my mom is funny lookin.

she loves to giggle i guess.

our first days

I'm back and I'm no longer wearing Molly, I'm holding her! She is awesome. My labor/delivery went so well. I'll post the whole story later.  We just got home and are adjusting to life as a family of four.  Gotta run!  I got babies all over the place.

a hospital outfit

I found some funky ribbon on sale and just kept on bedazzling plain onesies and hats. I'm hoping Molly can fit in this. It's newborn size and Colt didn't really fit in newborn anything. We shall see. But isn't it adorable?
I guess I could put it on and stretch it out for her.

jumpin' jumpin'

Yesterday Molly was all jacked up. She moved the...entire...day. Sometimes hurting me but most times just making me laugh. It was crazy. I definitely had no control of my midsection. She claimed every inch of it and made it look like there was an alien in there or something. Where ever I walked my belly would jump and wiggle. When I sat? My belly was jumpin jumpin.

It was really sweet though. The feeling of having your baby move in your belly is such a sweet thing. It's one of my favorite things about pregnancy. We have such a special bond from the very beginning with our children.

When we went to bed, Andy and I laid there and watched her go crazy for a while. My heart melted just thinking how sweet and funny she already is. Putting on a performance. A dramatic, entertaining performance for her Daddy and I.

We said our good nights and I rolled over on my left side to go to bed and she stopped moving. I thought I was in the clear to shut my eyes and get a good nights sleep. Then all of the sudden she started jumping on the mattress. I'M NOT KIDDING...it was like she flipped around, put her feet on the mattress [because I was on my side] and starting JUMPING. Her feet would pound the mattress then the other side of my belly would jolt up when her head hit. And it's not like she did it once. She probably did it ten times in a row. I felt so out of control and all I could do was laugh. It was hilarious. She be crazy!

Nine weeks. Nine weeks. Nine weeks!!

baby girl's room is finito!

Now all we need is a baby...preferably a girl one.
11 weeks and counting!

operation molly's room

The beginning: Mom starting on the hot pink:Grandma peeling tape away:The end: Colt's room just got reduced in rank as far as coolness goes.

Isn't it so cute? Me likey.

drooling

it's a...

GIRL!
There was nothing between the legs...so ya. GIRL :)

Still sinking in...
Kinda thought it would be a boy...

We went to lunch to celebrate and Andy said, 'Gosh, I can sense the all the slumber parties already'.

Pillow fights in our panties?!! Any body in??

And look...a new Category : )