Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Don't Mess With MY Paci
Dylann really doesn't use a pacifier very often, but the other night she had it and was NOT letting it go.... not even for bath time!
Photo Blog
I decided to post some of my favorite photos. If you've been to Dylann's website, you've probably already seen them. We have some new ones I'll try to post as soon as we download them.
First Family Photo
Proud Grandparents
Sound Asleep
zonked out!
On our first shopping outing with Mopsie.
Look at those CHEEKS!!!
Beating Jaundice thanks to GrandPops!
So Sweet
Daddy reading me a bedtime story.
One Proud Momma!
First Family Photo
Proud Grandparents
Sound Asleep
zonked out!
On our first shopping outing with Mopsie.
Look at those CHEEKS!!!
Beating Jaundice thanks to GrandPops!
So Sweet
Daddy reading me a bedtime story.
One Proud Momma!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Life Will NEVER Be the Same
I should probably be sleeping now... the whole sleep when the baby sleeps theory is completely true. I happened to catch more than 4 hours today so I'm feeling surprisingly refreshed.
The past two weeks have been amazing. A bit of a roller coaster as I realize I had no idea of what was in store or how my life would completely change forever. I never knew staring down at a beautiful newborn could completely bring me to tears over and over again. It's completely humbling to realize you were a part of bringing a human being into this world. I've never wanted more for anyone in my life. I pray I can be the kind of parent to her that I have been blessed with. My love for her is a completely new love than I have ever experienced before.
Her story:
Sunday July 27th I woke up with an interesting feeling. Did my just water break? Since I've never experienced any of this before I was always questioning. Luckily the night before, I had read the labor and delivery section of What to Expect When You're Expecting, and its section on water breaking...yup I was convinced this was it. I immediately called my folks.
My contractions weren't strong at all. I got up, ate breakfast, packed a few final items, called the doctor (on -call.... of course I would deliver on the only weekend of the month my doctor was out of town), and headed over to the hospital. We checked in, went through an array of questions (guess the fact that I had preregistered meant nothing?), and within a few minutes confirmed that yes, my water had broken, I was in labor (despite the fact that I was feeling nothing), and had a meeting with the doctor who would be delivering. I love the fact that my first comment to him was NOT to cut me (didn't want an episiotomy unless it was absolutely necessary). We discussed the fact that pitocin was in my near future as I had gone several hours with no real increase in contractions. My parents showed up pretty soon after the pitocin had been administered, and everything got down to business.
At first there was no real progress until the nurse asked me to lay on my side. Then everything changed from there. The contractions came strong and fast. Before I knew it they were off the charts (I went from being 5 cm dilated to 10 cms in 45 minutes). We had ordered an epidural early on, but the anesthesiologist was called into an emergency c-section (for a woman who delivered an 11.6 pound baby -Yikes!) and the other was on his way to the hospital AND I was 2nd in line for him. They gave me a bit of pain relief through my IV to hold me over...it just made me really drowsy but took the edge off. Then the epidural came later, and I was one happy lady.
My doctor came in soon after the epidural to check on me. I was expecting him to say I was around 7 cms and could rest for a few hours. To my surprise, he informed me I was already a 10, and we were ready to go. I then proceeded to push for about 30-40 minutes and sweet Dylann made her arrival (and with hiccups as came into the world). I must say it was pretty awesome, and I couldn't have asked for a better birthing experience.
Soon after, we found out she had fluid on her lungs and was taken to the nursery for the next 8 hours. They ran tests, gave shots, had doctors examine, and x-ray her over and over again. This was the hardest part. All you want as a new mom is to be with and hold your new baby, but I knew we had to do what was best for her...even if that didn't fit into our perfect "birth plan". She was brought in the next day, and I was very thankful she had the opportunity to room in with us. On our departure day, I woke up from a nap to find she was gone again. She had jaundice and we weren't sure if she was be released or not. Luckily she was dismissed, and we all went home as a family.
When we went into her first pediatrician visit, we received some disheartening news. Her weight had drastically dropped almost a pound and her jaundice levels were 2 points away from administering her back into the hospital. We were then told we needed to supplement with formula, and this has brought on an array of issues with her feeding. I have been extremely emotional about this. I don't know whether it was the fact that I was devastated about not being about to provide enough for her, or it was the fact that I had grown to love breastfeeding her so much, but I was really, really sad. Fast forward to this past Monday's (August 11th) appointment, she is 7 pounds 2 oz. (up 18 oz from July 31st) and all signs of jaundice are now gone. We are so thankful she is healthy and on her way to being a little chubster.
I have been more than blessed this past two weeks to have my parents here to help. My father was able to spend the first week of Dylann's life with us, and my Mom was able to be here the full two weeks. There really aren't enough words to adequately thank them enough for all they do and have done for me and my family. This past visit with them our already strong bond of love somehow found a way to grow even stronger than before. For the first time, I came to understand the love that a parent has for their child. It's immense. To understand that someone shares the same love for you as you do for your child is incredible and very humbling. I am beyond blessed.
So for now, I'm on my first week alone with Dylann. We are learning and growing together. I love her adorable grunts, gurgles, and smiles (did I mention she has her momma's dimples?). I'm already amazed at how fast she is growing. I recently looked through photos of her at the hospital and her face has already changed so much. I want to cherish every second of it.
If you'd like to see updated photos or videos, you can do so by visiting a website my amazingly talented husband has set up for her. (It sure doesn't hurt to have an editor in the family!).
Other fun facts:
In case you are wondering, the pronunciation of her name is just like the singer's, with an extra N added to the end. We picked the name because we liked it, added a N to have the name Ann in there which is my, my mother's, and my grandmother's middle name. Grace pretty much falls under the same category. We like the sound of it with Grubbs.
Her nicknames thus far:
Dill, Dilly Girl, Dill Pickle, Pickles (this one is said the most often).
I'll try to be better with the updates... my time on-line is limited to Dylann's nap times...and mine.
The past two weeks have been amazing. A bit of a roller coaster as I realize I had no idea of what was in store or how my life would completely change forever. I never knew staring down at a beautiful newborn could completely bring me to tears over and over again. It's completely humbling to realize you were a part of bringing a human being into this world. I've never wanted more for anyone in my life. I pray I can be the kind of parent to her that I have been blessed with. My love for her is a completely new love than I have ever experienced before.
Her story:
Sunday July 27th I woke up with an interesting feeling. Did my just water break? Since I've never experienced any of this before I was always questioning. Luckily the night before, I had read the labor and delivery section of What to Expect When You're Expecting, and its section on water breaking...yup I was convinced this was it. I immediately called my folks.
My contractions weren't strong at all. I got up, ate breakfast, packed a few final items, called the doctor (on -call.... of course I would deliver on the only weekend of the month my doctor was out of town), and headed over to the hospital. We checked in, went through an array of questions (guess the fact that I had preregistered meant nothing?), and within a few minutes confirmed that yes, my water had broken, I was in labor (despite the fact that I was feeling nothing), and had a meeting with the doctor who would be delivering. I love the fact that my first comment to him was NOT to cut me (didn't want an episiotomy unless it was absolutely necessary). We discussed the fact that pitocin was in my near future as I had gone several hours with no real increase in contractions. My parents showed up pretty soon after the pitocin had been administered, and everything got down to business.
At first there was no real progress until the nurse asked me to lay on my side. Then everything changed from there. The contractions came strong and fast. Before I knew it they were off the charts (I went from being 5 cm dilated to 10 cms in 45 minutes). We had ordered an epidural early on, but the anesthesiologist was called into an emergency c-section (for a woman who delivered an 11.6 pound baby -Yikes!) and the other was on his way to the hospital AND I was 2nd in line for him. They gave me a bit of pain relief through my IV to hold me over...it just made me really drowsy but took the edge off. Then the epidural came later, and I was one happy lady.
My doctor came in soon after the epidural to check on me. I was expecting him to say I was around 7 cms and could rest for a few hours. To my surprise, he informed me I was already a 10, and we were ready to go. I then proceeded to push for about 30-40 minutes and sweet Dylann made her arrival (and with hiccups as came into the world). I must say it was pretty awesome, and I couldn't have asked for a better birthing experience.
Soon after, we found out she had fluid on her lungs and was taken to the nursery for the next 8 hours. They ran tests, gave shots, had doctors examine, and x-ray her over and over again. This was the hardest part. All you want as a new mom is to be with and hold your new baby, but I knew we had to do what was best for her...even if that didn't fit into our perfect "birth plan". She was brought in the next day, and I was very thankful she had the opportunity to room in with us. On our departure day, I woke up from a nap to find she was gone again. She had jaundice and we weren't sure if she was be released or not. Luckily she was dismissed, and we all went home as a family.
When we went into her first pediatrician visit, we received some disheartening news. Her weight had drastically dropped almost a pound and her jaundice levels were 2 points away from administering her back into the hospital. We were then told we needed to supplement with formula, and this has brought on an array of issues with her feeding. I have been extremely emotional about this. I don't know whether it was the fact that I was devastated about not being about to provide enough for her, or it was the fact that I had grown to love breastfeeding her so much, but I was really, really sad. Fast forward to this past Monday's (August 11th) appointment, she is 7 pounds 2 oz. (up 18 oz from July 31st) and all signs of jaundice are now gone. We are so thankful she is healthy and on her way to being a little chubster.
I have been more than blessed this past two weeks to have my parents here to help. My father was able to spend the first week of Dylann's life with us, and my Mom was able to be here the full two weeks. There really aren't enough words to adequately thank them enough for all they do and have done for me and my family. This past visit with them our already strong bond of love somehow found a way to grow even stronger than before. For the first time, I came to understand the love that a parent has for their child. It's immense. To understand that someone shares the same love for you as you do for your child is incredible and very humbling. I am beyond blessed.
So for now, I'm on my first week alone with Dylann. We are learning and growing together. I love her adorable grunts, gurgles, and smiles (did I mention she has her momma's dimples?). I'm already amazed at how fast she is growing. I recently looked through photos of her at the hospital and her face has already changed so much. I want to cherish every second of it.
If you'd like to see updated photos or videos, you can do so by visiting a website my amazingly talented husband has set up for her. (It sure doesn't hurt to have an editor in the family!).
Other fun facts:
In case you are wondering, the pronunciation of her name is just like the singer's, with an extra N added to the end. We picked the name because we liked it, added a N to have the name Ann in there which is my, my mother's, and my grandmother's middle name. Grace pretty much falls under the same category. We like the sound of it with Grubbs.
Her nicknames thus far:
Dill, Dilly Girl, Dill Pickle, Pickles (this one is said the most often).
I'll try to be better with the updates... my time on-line is limited to Dylann's nap times...and mine.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
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