Tyson 1 month!

Tyson turned one month a few days ago. And I'm a bit behind. WHOOPS! Hopefully not again, but let's be real...

Tyson is a beautiful little boy. I love kissing his cheeks and snuggling up with him. He is such a great snuggler!!! Some day, his wife will be thankful. 

The first week and a half Tyson didn't cry at all. I mean seriously. NEVER! And now it seems he is crying all the time. I think it has something to do with my milk supply, and that he loves being snuggled so much. And I can't possibly snuggle him all the time, though I would love to. The first week or so his cry sounded more like a T-Rex screeching. It made us all laugh. 

He doesn't much like a swing, or formula. He likes being held with his chest to ours. That is his favorite position right now, I'm sure. 

He may or may not cry when his big sister hits him, it just depends on if he has to stop eating so she can be put in time out. 

He likes milk, and being warm, and sleeping next to his momma. 

He doesn't so much like being awoken by everybody being loud. Shocker.

Tyson is a good boy, and we are so grateful to have him in our family. :)

I have to say though, the 2nd seems to fly by even faster than the first. Makes me so sad. 

Sleeping in his sister's warm blanket because his grandma hasn't finished his yet. 

Sleeping babies are so adorable. Plus that's pretty much all they do the first month. 

Cousins. 

Seriously, my lovable little snuggle buddy. 

Sleeping in the freshly warmed towels from the dryer.  

Sibling loves and snuggles. 

Helping me feed Tyson. Such a good helper that Kinley. 

I can't even stand his cuteness!!!! He's just adorable :)

I'm his mom, I'm allowed to gush over him. 

Tyson Jay's Arrival

As a mother of two, I'm not as quick about getting these posts out. Lots of catching up to do, as Tyson, is already 1 month old and I haven't even written his birth story yet.

Let's see, where to begin...

With Kinley I got a membrane sweep and went into labor a few hours later and had her the next day. So I was kind of anticipating similar results this time around. The problem was my OB appointment was on the 30th...which meant, if I followed a similar path this time around, Tyson would be born on Halloween. Neither of us were really too thrilled about that, so I called the Dr.'s office that week and asked to have my appointment switched to the 29th.

I go in, get the sweep. A few hours later, nothing. Nothing continued for a little while longer. Finally I was like, K I am going to bed. This is so lame! This was just a little after 9 pm. Then at 9:30 I started feeling something. But wasn't sure if it was going to keep going. I told Taylor, so he went to bed so he could get some sleep. Haha. My contractions started out about 5-6 minutes apart. The contractions definitely didn't hurt, but the anticipation of going into labor kept me from going to sleep. Plus I was worried that they would stop, and I didn't want that to happen. I was in and out of bed for the next hour making sure the contractions didn't stop, and talking to my sister because I was too excited to just be sitting by myself while Taylor slept. Haha. I took a warm bath as I LOVE baths, and it helps to pass the time.

I loved that my contractions started out so mild, I felt like it was more enjoyable to actually be in labor this time around because it wasn't as painful. With Kinley's labor my water broke immediately, and immediately I was in severe pain, so this was definitely the better route.

2 hours after contractions started (Now 11:30) my contractions were starting to pick up, but still not crazy. But they were about 3-5 minutes apart. So I had Taylor pack our stuff and get Kinley in the car. We had to get both cars to my parents house because my mom didn't have a car at the time, and it was just easier to leave her with the car that had the carseat in it already so she could drive Kinley if need be. Taylor was worried about me driving while in labor, but it was no problem at all. I had about 5 contractions on the way, but once we got there, I was more sure we should get to the hospital.

We got to the hospital about 1 a.m. and I had to wait to be checked to be admitted. About hour later I was admitted and dilated to a 5 and 90% effaced. When I got my epidural at 3:30 I was 6cm dilated. That was a crazy experience. The lady had a hard time getting my epidural in and poked me 3 times. By the time she got it in, my blood pressure dropped to 90/40. I got really dizzy and felt like I was going to faint, and I started throwing up and shaking. Everyone was kind of freaking out, but after a few minutes I was fine.

At 5:30 I could tell my epidural wasn't working very well. I could feel everything on my left side, so they tried rolling me on my side, increasing my dosage, but it didn't help. I could still feel it. At 6:30 I was an 8 and really feeling the need to push. They told me I couldn't push because I wasn't dilated enough. It was seriously a struggle not to push at that point. I can't remember if my water broke just before this or just after, but it was about that time.

I kept telling the nurses that they needed to call my doctor because I really needed to push but they said they needed to wait. At a 9 they called my doctor and he said they needed to call when I was at a 10. About 5 minutes later I was at a 10, they called him again, but at that point I had already needed to push for like the last 30 minutes at least.

At 6:20 the nurses came in and literally rolled me on my left side and shut my legs and kept them shut so I wouldn't push. 10 minutes later, I told them, I HAVE TO PUSH!!! Keep in mind my epidural was not working on the left side of my body. So for 10 excruciating minutes I laid with my legs tightly shut so Tyson wouldn't come out. They called in the on call doctor and she came in to prepare for the labor. Taylor told me later she was taking her sweet time trying to give my doctor more time to get there. LAME! Finally I just rolled over and said, "I'm pushing whether anyone catches him or not." That got everyone hustling. They pulled the stirrups out and tried to get my legs in, but honestly, they weren't really in there right so I'm pushing and screaming and nearly passing out (Taylor had to hold an oxygen mask over my face). His head pops out and immediately I felt better, but I had to catch my breath before I could push the rest of him out. The dr. said she had never seen someone sit there with the head out and just want to relax and wait to push. Haha. My dr. walked in when Tyson's head was hanging out, so he barely missed it. But he said he has never seen someone push themselves up the bed so high. I started at the bottom and by the end I was at the top of the bed. Haha.

Tyson was born at 7:31 a.m. on October 30, 2014. He weighed 7 lb 9 oz. and was 21 inches long.

Once Tyson was born they were trying to get me to hold him, but I was way too weak to be holding a precious little boy at that point. In the pictures you can see me with my hands up like I'm surrendering. I have never NEEDED water so badly in my life. But looking at Tyson I just felt the spirit so strong. It was AMAZING! He was such a cute little boy and barely cried at all. I just loved him and was happy he was out, it wasn't Halloween, and I didn't have to be tired and pregnant anymore, I could just be tired ;)

There's the story. We ALL love Tyson very very much. Overall the birth was a good experience besides the epidural not working. I would have preferred it to work. :)


And now for the post delivery story through pictures :)

Holding Tyson in. 

Grabbing Taylor's pants for pain relief. Lol. 

About to pass out. I have such a good helper! And he's fun to look at. 

My surrender. 

I just love Tay's smile in this one. 

Cute gooey baby. 

A wonderful and terrible picture all at the same time. Haha. 

Love this guy's snuggles. 

CUTE!

More cuteness. 

All about Kinley...

This post is long overdue. It has been on my to-do list since before Tyson was born, but the pure exhaustion of being pregnant (and in part my laziness) kept me from doing it. Oh well, there will just be more to add.

Kinley's favorites are:

Garbage trucks! Every time she sees a garbage truck she gets really excited and she is always waiving to the garbage men. They are so nice and always wave back. It is so cute. When we are at home she will either run to the window when she hears them or has me open the balcony door so she can go out and see them. lol.

Papa's Truck! She must have a thing for trucks or something? But she absolutely LOVES my dads truck. If she is in a bad mood, just put her in my dad's truck and she will light up. And then take her out of the truck and she will be sooo angry at you. But we try to give her opportunities to ride in his truck cuz she just gets so excited about it.

Halloween book. For Tyson's baby shower someone gave us a halloween book, and Kinley basically doesn't let it out of her sight. That thing has been torn to shreds because she loves it so much. We finally had to hide it. We are so mean.

Pumpkins! Ever since we took her to the pumpkin patch in October she loves pumpkins. Real or fake, blown up, in books. If something is orange and it looks like a pumpkin it is a pumpkin. I have a video of her screaming "PUMPKIN PUMPKIN" as we drove by the pumpkin patch. Even now that it's gone, she still says it as we drive by that spot in town.

Suckers. Ever since she went trick or treating, she is always begging for a sucker, or candy really, but mostly just suckers. It's so hard not to give her one when she asks.

Last, but definitely not least...TYSON. She LOOOOOVES him. It makes me so happy. Every morning she runs into our room and wants Tyson, no one else. She wants to give him a kiss. And she gives him hundreds of kisses throughout the day. She likes to hold him and help me feed him. I hope it lasts forever. Don't get me wrong, sometimes she is not nice. But I think it's more her not understanding how rough she's being. The other day I was doing dishes and I look over and she is smacking the crap out of his head. She went to time out for that and is slowly learning her boundaries. Haha.

These are from the beginning of the year...

Yesterday we were decorating the tree and Kinley would take one decoration out of the container and a time, close the lid, and then put the ornament on the tree, and then open the lid, and repeat. It was so funny that she always felt like she had to close the lid. Then when I was feeding Tyson, she started taking all the ornaments off the tree and putting them away. Lol. I guess only the top half of our tree will have ornaments this year.