Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Meet Eleanor.

Miss Eleanor,
You, my girl, are as cute as a button and as sweet as can be! You were born May 5, 2012. I was up all night the night previous with contractions 10 minutes apart. The morning of the 5th I woke up your Dad bright and early and told him "Get in the Shower. It's time to go." We dropped off Kaden with Grandma and Grandpa Welling at 6:30 am and headed over to American Fork Hospital where the nurse told me that my contractions would "probably fizzle out".  I knew she was wrong. I knew you were coming. So we walked around Target, I bought you some binki's and a pink baby bath. I would stop during contractions and breath. We went back to Grandma's and waited. Soon it was painful every 5 minutes, every 3 minutes, every 2 minutes and it really hurt! So I said to your Daddy "It's time to go." 
We drove to the hospital and got a new nurse (HOORAY!) who still didn't think I was in labor because I was only a 3+ (... I'll explain that when you get older.) :) But I cried because it hurt, and told her I would name you Annette (that was her name), or buy her a car, or sing her a song to get an epidural. She said that that Doctor Young said I had to wait. I told her "I hate Dr. Young." Which I didn't mean, except maybe a little bit. But I waited nonetheless. 
She came back and I was dilated to a 5. This was at 4 o'clock. Which means we had done a lot of waiting and crying and pacing and breathing. I walked into the delivery room and saw the temple. Annette gave us the best room on the floor. The one looking at the Timpanogas Temple. They got me all set up and gave me an epidural. They called Dr. Allen who would agreed to deliver you. They checked me and said surprisingly "Wow! you are at an 8. Daddy, why don't you go get some food? This will take a while." 
15 mins later Dr. Allen arrived checked me and said "You are full and complete. Let's break your water." We were all surprised, and I was happy I had an epidural. I called Daddy and said "Come right back. It's time to go." Daddy came back. They broke my water, and I pushed one time. You were born. 6:11 pm - 7 pounds 6 oz. 19 inches long. You were just perfect.
I was in love. I remember thinking you were so cute, and telling you that you were cute. You were sticking out your tongue. Your head was nice and round still, you were so sweet from the very beginning. We got to hold you and snuggle you while we staying in the delivery room. The sunset was orange and pink over the temple, I will always remember those feelings in that moment. You are such a blessing to us. 
Grandpa's and Grandma's came right away, Kohler and Welling. They loved you right away too. Kaden came to meet you that night. He sat in the bed with me, and wanted to get in your clear crib. The nurses brought him juice and cookies. He wasn't quite sure about you, but Daddy helped him hold you the very first time and he planted a kiss right on your forehead. He will tell me that you want more bottle, your 'mankies' (blankie), or your 'bink' when you cry. He wants to hold you almost everyday.  Life changed for him when you were born, but so far he's been nice to you and loved you every minute. He just takes his frustrations out on Dad and I. That's okay though, it's a hard adjustment. Someday I am guessing you will understand. 
Now you are 3 months old. We call you Ellie, Elle, ElleBelle, Nora, and Ella. You are smiling at me non-stop. You love to sit in the Bumbo, watch Kaden jump on the bed, and rides in the stroller. When you were a tiny baby you loved to sit in the kitchen sink with the water running on your belly. You still love the bath and loved swimming in the pool in San Diego. You started laughing during our family vacation last week. And now we all like to get you to giggle. You are a very good eater, never miss a meal. You are getting nice and round and smile when I call you a chub-chub. You are a delight.

I love you.


Monday, April 30, 2012

Rants from THIS mom (with no kids) on a Tuesday

Ryan and I decided a few months back that it would be nice for me to take a little time to relax and take care of myself, get stuff done, run errands or around town sans Kaden. Now... judge all you want. I have one kid, he is like a tornado. He gets bored with me and I get homicidal with him. I have found a magnificent DayCare where Kaden remains a busy little bee, and Tuesdays were decided on. Thus 'Amy's Day of Fun' (as Ryan so lovingly nicknamed it) were born.
Usually without my special K taking up all my energy I can slow down and notice my surroundings a bit more. I noticed when my generally preoccupied-mommy-brain actually has some time to think, that I was able to formulate complete thoughts. Some noteworthy and intelligent, and so much. But I started recording them and Rants from the Tuesday Mom with no kids were born. enjoy.

While I realize this is a Monday -->
The First of Many Tuesday Rants:

-- I love watching naughty little boys on my 'day off'. They remind me of Kaden and that I'm not the only one who is constantly worrying that their child could single-handedly burn a Super Target to the ground if you turn your back on them for ONE second. I was always a little rule-bender/breaker in my youth, which I have almost surely passed on to my offspring. Nonetheless I can rest assured I'm not the worst mother in the universe, and that having a kid with some real spunk keeps me on my toes. I wouldn't want a boring life... now would I?

-- I have a complex. Everything I buy for Baby Girl 2012 is pink. It's like I'm a robot. I shop... I buy... I get home and it's all pink -- varying shades... but really. PINK. I must've let my brain venture so far into 'boy' land that I just can't process anything but pink when thinking about this girl. So naturally I have a lot of different shades of pink things and they all clash. After peeking into baby sisters closet, Ryan said to me the other day, "This baby is going to need some neutrals." That's right RYAN, for which I buy most of his clothing, used the word neutrals in referring to a wardrobe. I'm in trouble. So I'm adopting a new mantra. This baby will wear all colors, neutrals are key in any wardrobe.

-- I was at Cafe Rio, by myself, paying $9 for a salad, when the man who asks "black or pinto" gives me like one piece of sweet-pork from the very bottom of an empty pan. I didn't say anything to save some dignity. I'll say it now though... really?!  What a bummer.

-- Some people are just foul. Their language, mannerisms, conversation, and demeanor. I had the pleasure of sitting next to one of these individuals the other day. Yuck. He mocked people's shapes and sizes all around, One lady he openly called a Tramp because she walked by with 3 children?? (Here's to all you 'tramps' out there.) Continued to curse, joke crudely and spit... yes this really happened. It left me wondering. Who are you? Where did you come from? Who is your mother, and does she have any idea the way you act in public? I concluded -- Some people are just foul.

Well.. that's enough for one day of ranting.