Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Amelia Jane

As you might have already heard (or guessed), she's here...

Amelia Jane 
Born 7/23/13 at 8:09am. 
7lbs. 7oz. 20'' 

I just sit and stare at her most of the time because I still cannot believe she's here with us.

The one we prayed for, cried for, and at times....I may have begged God for.  

The one who surprised us when we had honestly given up all hope of another one.

The one who has in just a week, has made my heart feel complete. 

 Happy one week birthday my Amelia Jane!

I have a lot more to say, but for now, I'm soaking up the new baby-ness that I know will to quickly pass. More later on her birth and how we're doing as a family of four. 
Thank you for the well wishes we have already received in the past week.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Slowing down and soaking it in.

I'm still here and I'm still pregnant.

We (as in Olivia and I) have slowed down a lot this week and pretty much laying low at home.  Reason being 1. we're car-less and 2. I've had a couple of scares in the last week, so I'm taking it easy....which really means we're at home doing nothing but watching netflix and reading.

In case your one of the two people who read and are not friends with me on instagram or fb, I ended up in the hospital on Saturday night for dehydration.  I hadn't been feeling good the couple of days before that, but on Saturday afternoon Olivia and I attended a birthday party and I started feeling really bad there, so we left a little early and headed home. I started having contractions around two and did everything I could that normally stops them, but after five hours of them coming steadily, we headed to the hospital.

Five hours at the hospital and two iv bags later, they were still coming, at one point, they were pretty sure they were going to keep me, but I hadn't dilated or showed any changes below.  Being that I was still only 37 weeks and a few days, the doctor on call really wanted to keep her in and only take her if it was the last choice.  A little after midnight, they gave me the choice to stay the night to be observed or go home.  I chose the later.  You get no sleep in a hospital.  So, they gave me a low dose of pain meds and sent us home.  A few people asked if I was upset they didn't take her and honestly, I was okay with them not taking her, I just wasn't okay with the contractions not stopping.  There was no way I was going to make it another nine days with the contractions I was having.  Thankfully though, they've pretty much completely stopped.

Then Wednesday I went in for my last appointment and I had high blood pressure (for me) on my first & second reading, so the tech started freaking out and saying I might be sent to the hospital.  Well, I started freaking out that I didn't want that to happen.  I only had to make it five days to my scheduled date and I'd like her to come then so I can get the doctor who is very familiar with my complications from the first time. Thankfully, she waited a bit and took it a third time and it was back to perfect, which is what it has been my entire pregnancy.

So, with all that in the past week, I've pretty much laid low the remainder of the week.  But, I'm actually feeling great the past two days, so it's probably been for the best.

Oh, and David's car broke down on Tuesday.  Since I only a few days left before I can't drive for a couple of weeks, I gave up my car and we weren't in a rush to get it fixed right away. 

In a way it's been kinda nice having the excuse "we don't have a car" however, I couldn't see it being a full time thing.  His is being taken today to be fixed and will be back in plenty of time before I get to drive again.

It's also been nice because I've been soaking up my last bit of time just her and I.

I'm surprised how emotional I've started to get about it all the sudden.  It's been just her and I for almost four years now.   It's funny because it seems like it's taken her and I awhile to find our happy medium with each other, as odd as that might sound about a mother & child.  It seems like we had just finally got into a groove and things are being shook up. 

But, I wouldn't trade that shake up for anything. 

We'll find a new groove soon enough I know.

So, that's all I got for now.  We are now less than four days till Amelia gets here and we're all ready for her arrival.

I'm sure things will be quiet on here for awhile, but I will try my best to let you know when she gets here.  I can guarantee facebook and instagram will be updated first, though I keep my facebook pretty private, you can follow on instagram (anmabrey).  I keep ig private, but as long as you don't look too crazy, I accept follow request.

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Finding the reset button.

Yesterday was one of those days.

We were coming off a long weekend, we were all in a bad mood, and were at each others throats all day.  Yes, I'll admit that I was pretty much the worst of us three.  I was snappish at pretty much anything David said to me and I was riding Olivia hard all day long.  At one point, David had to remind me, "she's only three."   I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact I'm 38 weeks pregnant and as miserable as can be.  The only thing more miserable was when I was 41 weeks pregnant.   As the day went on, things slowly got better and we all slowly found better attitudes.

We went to bed last night with plans to do our own things on Tuesday.  Olivia and I had plans to pick blueberries with friends and David was going to take care of some stuff for work.  We thought we could all use a little break from each other. 

But then, I didn't sleep last night (not anything new) and woke up late.  I honestly wasn't feeling like rushing to get out the door, so I backed out of meeting up with the friends.  Moving fast is not something I do these days.   However, unbeknownst to me, my husband had already told Olivia that we were going to pick blueberries.

Ensue the tears when I told her were weren't going and the angry looks from me to him for telling her what was going on......it was already looking like our day was getting off to a rough start once again.

This is why 90% of the time, I don't tell her anything till we're in the car and on our way.  That way I can avoid situations like this.

She was pretty upset though because we've been talking about picking berries for weeks now and it keeps getting canceled for this reason or that.  So, I told him change of plans all around, we'd take her right then.

We threw on some clothes, jumped in the car, stopped on the way to grab a biscuit and headed out to the blueberry farm.

And it was one of the best things we did all summer....

We were there early and the fog was still settled in, which meant we got the whole place to ourselves.

It was seriously the most peaceful thing ever. 

It was just what I needed. 

I'm not that much into gardening, that's more Dave's area, but I love picking.  It's oddly soothing to me. 

Honestly, most of the time when we go to pick any type of fruit, we're with friends and wrangling kids, but to be out there just us and in the quiet of the early morning.....it was an entirely different experience.

My head and heart completely cleared from the rough day before.

I told David "this is my kind of church."

For awhile we picked in silence.  Nothing but the sound of morning and the birds.

Then we quietly started conversation about plans for next years garden, where we want to be location wise the next few years, what lies ahead for our little family.....

It felt like we were back to us.

Like we had hit the reset button.

It ended up being just what we needed.    

We had filled our bucket a lot faster than we expected.  Come to find out we have three expert blueberry pickers. 

We debated on going to get another bucket to fill, just because we wanted to stay out there a little longer.

But........I am very pregnant and was honestly starting to feel it after 30 minutes of picking, so we decided to wait till next time.

Blueberry picking is being put on the list as a family favorite.

Of course, only in the very early morning when it's just us, the blueberry bushes, and the birds.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

We barely survived a week with no internet.

Sorry to have gone missing this week, but we have had no internet all week and it just got fixed late Thursday night.

We've been having issues for months now and I could bore you with the drawn out story, but I won't....because trust me, it's not that exciting.  The gist of the story is that both us and the cable company were to blame for the issues.  

Hopefully, it's all fixed now on both ends and we will have working internet on a constant basis.

I have learned one thing about our family.....we cannot survive without the internet.  All three of us were having withdraws...to the point all of us were getting mad over it.  We've got issues, for sure.  Thankfully us older two could hop onto our phones (and I'm scared to see our data usage this month), but the little one was out of luck and by day three having the shakes.

I'm just kidding...she didn't have the shakes, but she has been extra whiny lately.

However, that could be due to OBSCENE amount of rain we have gotten lately.

Not to beat a dead horse, but y'all.....it's getting a tad bit ridiculous.

It's rained pretty much EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. for the past month and I'm not talking a little afternoon sprinkle here and there....I'm talking major thunder storms and flash flood warnings.  By the end of June, we had already reached our average rain fall for the entire year.

The frustrating part is that it's getting hard to plan anything to do with the kids anymore.  Swimming is our number one form of entertainment this time of year, but it feels like anytime we get in, we're forced out within an hour.  Which, let's be honest, an hour isn't enough to wear a kid out to take a good nap.  I have even seen a few parents proclaim they were officially over summer and ready for school to start just because everyone was going stir crazy.

We have been slowing down at our house because to be honest, I don't feel like doing jack anymore. My belly feels like it weighs 20 pounds and I feel like I'm going to just fall forward at any moment. I had a doctors appointment Tuesday and the doctor was guessing Amelia's going to be about 7 and a 1/2 lbs. I'm honestly kinda hoping for 8lbs because let's be honest, that means an extra pound off at delivery time.  Plus, I wouldn't know what to do with a small baby.  Small babies scare me. I like my babies big.

We only have 9 days till Amelia gets here!!!!

It's starting to seem very surreal now that in a little over a week, we'll be responsible for two!!!

We're ready for her though.   I've already packed a hospital bag, itty bitty diapers are sitting on the changing table in her room, the bouncy seat is out in the living room, the car seat is in the car......things are getting real!

I think we're most ready to start our new normal.  Life with a newborn is different, but we're ready to get back to regular life...if that makes any sense.  Pregnancy is such a "in between" stage it feels. 

In other news from the week, I switched to the other side....I got rid of my iphone and went with the droid. David talked me into it.  We had an upgrade for July and one for next February and he kept insisting I use it.  At first I thought "wow, he's so nice" but now I think it really is a sneaky way to decide if he wants to switch to the droid side too (You know...let me try it before he has to make up his mind).  There's a reason they call him "the ninja" at work.

I got the Galaxy S4 and the verdict is out whether I am totally in love like everyone else claims.  It offers a lot.  The iphone is so much more simpler to use than the droid.  I love how clear it is and the size....yeah, it's borderline tablet size, but I'm half blind, so I appreciate big.  The only thing I'm not a fan of yet is the that I'm not used to how big the screen is, so whenever I text, most words are misspelled and I've realized they are off by one letter. It's so bad, someone I text the on a daily basis, asked "what the heck is wrong with you? you spell like a drunk!"   Hopefully, I can get used to it.  If not, I'm stealing someone's upgrade in February.

Well, I should probably get off here and go get ready.  It's almost 11 and we have a birthday party at noon.  In true Amber fashion, I still have to stop on the way and buy a gift.  It's how I roll. 

I'm thinking me might be a tad bit late. 

Have a happy weekend!

Stay dry....doesn't look like we are going to...again.

Friday, July 5, 2013

The soggiest/laziest July 4th ever!

I was already bummed that we wouldn't be spending July 4th at the beach with my family like we normally do, but then we had to go and have the wettest July fourth ever.

The weather men had been warning us all week, but seriously, it rained pretty much all day long.

Actually, it pretty much poured off and on all day.

So.....we were lazy pretty much all day.  In a way, it worked out because I hadn't been feeling very well the past couple of days.  The Braxton Hicks have suddenly hit with a vengeance, so I've been trying to lay low the past couple of days.  Olivia played or watched the ipad all morning while I laid on the couch and finished this months book club pick (just in time for Mondays meeting).

We did venture out for lunch at the Waffle House. 

She asked to go a couple of days ago and well, besides going to walmart, it was the only thing "American" I could think to do while it was pouring rain. 

Afterwards, we came home and took a nap, because what else is there to do on a rainy afternoon?

We did walk over (under our umbrella of course) to the in-laws that evening for a low country boil with a few of our neighbors.  We all huddled under the porch and tried to make the best of it.  Thankfully the good food somewhat made up for the rain.  Olivia and our neighbor's daughter did somehow convince Papaw to swim for a minute, but thunder forced them out after about only 15 minutes. 

Soon after that, Olivia started to complain about a tummy ache (I'm sure the homemade ice cream and cupcakes had nothing to do with it), so we headed home pretty early from the party and all curled up in bed to watch some tv/read.....I'm sure you didn't see that one coming. 

On top of all the rain, this was the first time Olivia and I have been in town on July 4th since she was born and David ended up having to work a 12 and a half hour day.  Ironically, July fourth is usually a pretty easy day for him and most years he's home early.  Of course, his first July fourth with her and he works all.day.long.

I guess it's a good thing all July fourth festivities got canceled anyway.

 Hope everyone else had a dry Independence Day!  

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

"Take me back to dance."

A while back, Olivia was given a soccer ball and for months now, we have watched her kicking that ball around the house or the yard.  Like I said, this has been going on for months now, so naturally, we started talking to her about signing her up for soccer eventually.

Last spring, I was looking around to find out when sign ups for the fall season were and I stumbled across a parent & tot summer soccer league.  They meet once a week for 45 minutes and a parent was required to be on the field with the kid.  It pretty much just teaches the basics of soccer and was real low key.  In fact, they don't even hold games.  David and I talked about it and thought it would be a great opportunity to see if she liked it and if she possibly wanted to sign up for the real deal come fall.

We asked her if she wanted to do it and she excitedly said "yes!"  For over a month she talked regularly about how excited she was that she going to play soccer for a real team.  Also, her and David were out practicing pretty much on a daily basis. 

Then the first practice came.

She did awesome for the first twenty five minutes and then she suddenly decided she was over it.  We don't know why or what, but she basically just refused to participate.  I'm talking stand on the sidelines with her arms crossed and refusing to budge kinda thing.  I was sitting on the sidelines pretty far off from them, but it was pretty obvious that David was having a hard time with her.

Then came the begging crying for me to please take her home.  Here's the thing about Olivia....when she comes to me crying, that means she's truly upset and serious about whatever the situation is.  We sat and talked for a minute and she was addamit that she didn't want to keep doing it.  I told her she had to finish that nights practice and that we'd talk about coming back at home.


Well, that was the only practice we made it to.

She wasn't too keen on going back.  She kept saying she'd "go back ________ (insert some unrealistic time)." 

Every week since we've asked her if she wanted to go back and she wasn't thrilled with it.  Finally, last week when I asked her about going back to soccer, she told me "I just want to go back to dance."

And like that, her soccer career is over with in one practice.

So, looks like we'll be heading back to dance when it starts back up in the Fall.

Even though he wasn't a soccer player, I think the husband was a little disappointed.  He was really looking forward to having something he could be more involved with.  I guess soccer is a little more manly than ballet. (You still have a shot with Amelia, honey!)

Looks like I may get my wish and have a little ballerina like I always wanted.

Thankfully, we're still getting our use out of the soccer gear we wasted spent money on.

 Evidently, you need shin guards just as much as you need a tutu in dance.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

First Day~July 2013

I missed last month, but I'm back for first day!

Here's peek at what we were up to yesterday...

I want to state that for the record, I woke up at 4am with Olivia rubbing my belly and it totally freaked me out.....let's not talk about how weird that is to start with.  After fighting for my side of the bed for an hour, at 5am I went and crawled into her bed. 

Summer hair = lazy hair

 Yes, it's just as it looks...he was lecturing his own mother.

 Can you tell she's a fan of salmon & mashed potatoes?

I told you we were dorks and we only watch public television.

 I also had a dr. appointment but I was in and out so fast, I didn't even get to snap a picture.  It was serious record time.  Basically got a thumbs up and "every thing looks good."  Exactly three weeks from today Amelia will be here!!! I cannot tell you how ready I am to meet her!!!!

Share your first day!

Monday, July 1, 2013

A bee stole our weekend.

There have been two moments I've been holding my breathe for since the moment Olivia was born....the first time we have to give her antibiotics and her first bee sting.

A little weird, yes, but I have good reason. 

David is deathly allergic to pretty much all antibiotics.  He's allergic to so many that we pretty much just tell doctors he's allergic to all.  There is only one or two that he can actually take, but they are rare ones, not your everyday penicillin or Amoxicillan.  The normal ones could do some serious damage to him.  Thankfully, he rarely gets sick that he has to have them. 

Secondly, he's severely allergic to bee stings.  When he was a child he was allergic in the way he would have breathing problems and it usually resulted in a hospital trip.  A doctor recommended years ago he carry a epi pen, but he doesn't (I've tried, but he's an adult).  Thankfully, it's been so long he couldn't tell you the last time he's been stung. Usually the moment he sees one, he's gone.  As he says, he's learned to stay away.

So, that being said, I've been dreading the day we have to find out if these allergies were passed down to Olivia (and up next, Amelia).  For the record, I don't have problems with either of them.

This past February was the first time we had ever had to put Olivia on antibiotics and honestly, I was on pins and needles after the first dose or two of it.  Thankfully she had no reaction at all.

Friday night, she got her first bee sting.

 (You know you're a parent when you are just as engrossed in Nick JR. as the kid is)

She had actually got stung twice, once in her hand and on her foot.  The crazy part is, she didn't cry once.  She just started saying her hand and foot hurt and we realized she had gotten stung.  We put some cold compresses on both and itching cream, but she kept saying she was fine and it didn't hurt.

We were on our way to dinner when it looked like they were getting worse.  I realized that the stinger was still stuck in her hand, so we turned the car around and headed back home.  We got the stinger out and gave her a little bit of bendryll and decided to go ahead to dinner. By time we got done with dinner, it was about an hour and a half from the time she got stung and the stings were still looking pretty bad and the swelling was getting worse, so we decided to head to urgent care.

We learned she has an acute allergic reaction to stings.  Basically, she has more of a reaction than most people have, but not serious enough to have breathing issues or such.  Unfortunately, there's not really anything they can do for them.  So, she spent the weekend with a swollen foot and hand.  As a mommy, it was pretty heartbreaking.  All we could do was keep them elevated and cold compresses, plus some byndarryll.  So on top of being swollen, she was drugged up all weekend. 

 We had plans to pick peaches on Saturday morning and she tried to be a trooper, but she just wasn't into it.  We ended up just buying already picked ones and when we got in the car, she had passed out from the medicine.  I tried holding off from giving more medicine because it knocks her out and makes her act a little loopy, but by Saturday night, her foot was still looking bad, so I gave in.

Sunday morning she woke up still pretty swollen so we stayed home all day and took it easy.  The urgent care people and Dr. Google say to keep it elevated, but can I tell you how hard that is with a three year old.  Pretty much impossible.  The Urgent care said too, that since it was in her foot, it was going to look worse and take a little longer to heal being its your foot and your constantly on it and most things I read said it takes about 3 days to a week to clear up.

To be honest, I've been freaked out about it all weekend.  She hasn't had breathing troubles or even acted like it's bothered her at all.  She says it's "fluffy and itches." But I'm sure all moms would agree, seeing your baby walk around with a purple swollen foot all weekend is tough.  It's always tough when you feel like you can't do anything for them. 

The silver lining to it all....now I have answers to both worries I've been carrying around since she was born. 

Oh, and on top of that....my paypal account was hacked into over the weekend and someone stole a hundred dollars from me (yes, that can easily happen, I've learned the hard way).  So, if you have an account with them, this is my warning to be careful.

So, that was our weekend in a nutshell.  It was honestly one of those weekends I was ready to be over with.

Here's to hoping for a better week! : )