Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
So here's to Thursday and me not cooking. It is lousy timing when I am trying to loose baby weight, oh well. I guess I may have to get Wii Fit to balance out the fast food! Besides it is for the betterment of our family.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
What games are a must have? Looking for suggestions, especially ones that Haylie, Hannah and Miranda would like, they have birthdays coming up real soon!
Friday, January 23, 2009
She has been cranky and a little fever, and not eating. So when we saw the rash we were able to say a-ha, here's the reason...other than a new baby to change her place in the family, of course! It fits in with a reaction to her immunizations so hopefully it will pass soon. She has been so sleepy. We have been giving her naps but by dinner time she is beside her self so we put her down for another nap. She will sleep for 5:00pm until 6:30 or 7:00 in the morning. Luckiy it's not contagious otherwise Jackson and I may need to evacuate the premises, maybe someplace like Hawaii. A girl can dream right?!
Lastly, my helpmeet is going back to work on Monday. I am sure going to miss him. Not just because he has been letting me not help get the kids ready for school, making them lunch, cooking, cleaning, cleaning, cooking, shopping, staying up late with me. I am just complete when he is near me and it is always an adjustment when he goes back to work. I am such a baby. He still will get to come home for lunch and will still be off by 4:30 most days, and I will still get to sleep in on Wednesdays. So with all the rambling, thank you Jeremy for making this tough adjustment with me, for being supportive and comforting. Thanks for taking the time off of work while you watch the pile grow in your absence. I am not sure I could have made it through this last week without you by my side. I love you!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
So I came home from church, it was a little crazy, we are getting into the new routine of after church with out dad. Jackson pooped out of his diaper at church, I had a half ounce of milk for him to drink. He fell asleep and I didn't want to change him until I had a meal to give him. I know obviously not a first time mom, and a mean one too! As soon as we pull up to the house the kids are asking 1,000,000 times, can we eat our candy (our new bishop has a sweet selection! Junior mints!) Of course everyone needs to get changed, I need to use the restroom, Jackson needs attention, yada, yada, yada! So I get Jackson changed, he pooped again right before I changed him, then as I was changing him he gassed on my hand, my heart started racing, beads of sweat accumulating and I wanted to duck and cover. (I haven't needed a Pee-Pee Tee-Pee yet!) I was safe and he was secure if you know what I mean! He got cleaned up, I washed my hands THOROUGHLY and grabbed the little half ounce bottle and sat down to feed him. He drank his bottle with a great latch, tongue under the nipple...then I tried to nurse him. Wouldn't you be surprised he latched on and actually nursed, albeit slowly, but stayed on for 25 minutes. I truly contemplated how awkward it would feel if I left him there and knew that would never work. As he was nursing, I knew that Heavenly Father loved me and wanted me to know that He hasn't forgot about me, which I never did doubt. It was a little reminder that Jackson will get it and it was a little encouragement to keep me going. I was also reminded that Heavenly Father has a ton of blessings waiting for me as long as I am obedient to His commandments. So this was a withdrawal from my never empty blessing bank, or credit union...
Thanks to everyone who left encouraging messages on my previous post. It was great to see so many kind words and thoughts.
Friday, January 16, 2009
I am not one to believe that nursing is the only way to go when feeding your baby, it is what I want for my newborns though. As I was trying to nurse him and he was pulling away crying, I realized how bad I want this to work. I know he is not rejecting me but it feels like I am broken. I can't describe it, like I am having an out of body experience. It has worked so effortlessly before and now I have no control. I also know that Jackson is my last baby and I want to be able to bond with him that way.
I finally got on the net today and looked up a few related things. I was encouraged to come across a story that a lady had dried up and wanted to nurse again. After 5 months she was able to produce milk and her baby latched on. It was a long road and she persevered and it eventually worked. My endurance is not that great but knowing it happens is encouraging. I talked to the Lactation consultant at our hospital and she also gave me some good advice and encouragement. She explained that since his tongue was basically chained to the bottom of his mouth, he needs to learn to use that muscle in a new way. Then she gave me homework!
I am truly grateful for the time that we live, for the information that surrounds us. I know there are lots of things that would make me wish for a safer time, but I know this was the time I was meant to live. I am grateful for the people I come into contact with that have had their own experiences that put mine into perspective. If Jackson never gets the hang of nursing he will not suffer, at least he eats and he is still getting breastmilk. I know those two things are a blessing and I am extremely grateful. Not nursing will not have him end up in a hospital, he will continue to be in my care. I do love this little guy, I know I have said it a ton of times, but he is gorgeous. I am not just saying that because he is mine, well maybe I am!
Thinking back we have had concerns with each of our "healthy" children. Miranda was born with Hip Clicks. She was in a brace for the first month, then we got to ween her down by the third month. Logan was fairly normal. We had to deal with the circumcision, which was new for me, I came from a family of all girls, boys are weird. His belly button bled a lot and his eye had tons of discharge. Again, these are normal but we spent a lot of time with the advice nurse. (when he was older his rectum would push out, luckily that is just a muscle weakness and has since corrected itself). With Haylie and Hannah it was mostly the beginning. They weren't getting enough food and I had no idea, I thought they might be colicky. Nope, I was starving them and didn't know the signs. Lauren was born at such a large birth weight that I needed to make sure she was fed every two hours. It was a concern that she couldn't regulate her blood sugar. And now with Jackson it is breastfeeding. None of these have any life long repercussions, but all caused tears and fears for a short time.
When all is said and done this will pass and I am sure I will wonder why I was so worried.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
He's here and we are home! our family is complete. Everything went well with minor complications. I don't think he enjoyed being to close to the birth canal so he stayed head down just not "engaged." They were afraid to break my bag of water for fear that his umbilical cord would get pinched and it would end in an emergency c-section. Finally they let it be my choice if I wanted to take the risk. I did, I wanted to get the show on the road! I got the epidural, it worked wonders for most of the painful parts. There were two spots that it wasn't touching. The happy-dural lady tried to help even it out and she was able to take the edge off of the pain. In about 3 hours I went from 4 to pushing, 15 minuets later little dude was here. He was born January 8 (Elvis' birthday, we will allow you to call him "The King" if you want).at 5:50 pm. He weighed a mere 9lbs 2oz, and was 21 inches long. His head was 15" round. He looks a lot, well exactly like Logan did in his baby pictures. His name is Jackson Ralph Jacobs. Jackson after my Great Grandpa Jack (although his name was really John, I really don't get the nickname) and Ralph after Jeremy's Grandpa. Both men were remarkable.
We have all our kids at the same location and had mostly great experiences. This one was by far the best. My doctor actually delivered my baby which is unusual. It is usually whoever is on call. The nurses in Labor and Delivery were fabulous and the ones who were in Post-Partum were equally fabulous. It was good enough that I almost would do it again, but not really that good.
Both me and Jackson are doing well and healthy. Jackson is what they called tongue-tied. The little skin that attaches your tongue to the bottom of your mouth goes all the way to the end of his tongue. I guess it is really no big deal we can have it snipped if we want. We will see how breastfeeding goes and go from there.
Our favorite quote before Jackson was born Logan was telling Jeremy what Jackson would say when he was born:
In case you can't understand Logan says "Helllooo Lay-tees" (Hello Ladies!) We have a picture of Jackson with his hands in a similar position. He just had his Vitamin K drops in his eyes.
He is an awesome baby and is doing well all his siblings are excited to have him be a part of our family. Lauren took some time getting used to him. I realize now that she thinks he is her doll. She was extremely possessive of him and when she wanted his hat on or off him. She was also a little bossy about how his blanket would cover him. This is going to be fun! Logan can sit there and hold him or just look at him for hours. The other three girls adore him and will want to do everything they can to take care of him. This is going to be one loved little cutie!
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Now on to the next question...Epidural or not? I fell again last night and pulled a groin muscle, man does that hurt. I am walking like I am 80, most people probably think it is just because I am unusually large in the belly region!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
This is 18 months ago, so the girls were a bit over two. They had beautiful little curls. Then they started growing up! Now they have natural ringlets...immediately after a bath!
Monday, January 05, 2009
I do have a funny story though. When we pulled into the parking garage at the hospital it was backed up and I had two minutes until my appointment. Jeremy suggested I get out so he could park and I would still be on time. I got out of the car and waited for a couple of cars then a nice lady waved me across. I was SUPPOSED to step over the cub but my toe caught it. From previous experience I learned it hurts less if you don't try to catch yourself. As Jeremy was watching in his rear view mirror I disappeared. The nice lady opened her door as I slowly got up I tried to catch her before she got out of her car, but she made sure I was OK. I smiled trying not to cry out of embarrassment. It only hurt my pride, my knees are a little skinned up and my hand has a little rock in it but my jeans held up great. So there you have it. There were a few witnesses but I think most people were annoyed with the already congested garage and didn't notice, phew!
When the doctor walked in he asked how our holidays went, we told him we had the flu, it was a little rough but good. Having forgot that conversation, when he left he shook Jeremy's hand and said "Sorry about the diarrhea." Then walked out. Jeremy looked at me confused and the first think I thought of was that stretching causes that to happen or maybe I made a mess. Jeremy was thinking he made a mess or that he really shouldn't have shook the doctor's hand. He then looked at me and I put it together with the previous conversation. It was a real quick passing of thoughts but it made us laugh none the less.