Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Bad blogger
I'm one of those people who should never start a blog because i only update 3-4times a year. How pathetic. So much for archiving our lives. Im not any better with a pen and paper. I guess i think i cant make a post without a picture, and currently our computer is being sent in for fixing and we just had all the data transfered off it so i dont have access to all our pictures but i decided im going to post anyway. Today's post: today when Abe had the kids nd i was at work Abe told me Van looked up at him and said "Dad, when i grow up i wanna be just like you." that made me so happy because i always told myself i wanna marry a guy who will be his children's hero. And i did.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Oh Baby!
Tonight felt like a huge victory. Abe and I had Van and Lyza asleep in bed by 8:30 and Louis was asleep in my arms. We could actually sit down and relax. I had already picked up the upstairs but the basement was still a mess and I probably should have started some laundry or folded some clothes but I didn't. I just sat there holding Louie. Life is pretty crazy with three little kids, two of which are constantly on the go. Especially when your 2 year old can now climb out of her crib making bed time a huge challenge. She is pretty cute and entertaining but there comes a time in the day when she is the cutest when she is asleep.
Louis Matthew Bromley is now four weeks old. He was born on December 21st at 10:30 am, the day before Lyza's birthday. They say each pregnancy is unique and each delivery is unique and I can definitely say that statement is completely true for me. We decided not to find out the gender of this baby until he was born but looking back, I feel like I always kind of knew. At the time of delivery i didn't feel shocked or surprised. Mainly I was just relieved to have had and awesome, fast labor and delivery, and I was now holding this new little person. I had gestational diabetes with this pregnancy, and the few weeks before it was confirmed I felt like crap. I had no energy, I was swollen (i know most pregnant women are), I sometimes felt dizzy, but once I started getting my blood sugar under control all of that changed and at the end I can honestly say I felt better at 38 weeks than I had with my first two pregnancies. However now that I really did have GD I was worried about how big this baby would be and if I would end up having a C-section. My doctor felt confident about breaking my water 10 days early to see if we could get labor going so we could avoid the baby get too big. I liked that plan so on December 20th we went in at 8 pm to start that process. My doctor wasn't able to be there but the midwife that was didn't feel quite like I was ready. She thought I was still a 2-3 and the baby was still a little high so I should walk around to see if we could get contractions going (i was having constant contractions anyway-just not progress). My doctor's plan behind having me come in at night was to break my water, walk around, get labor going, sleep a little, and have a baby in the morning. In the past my labors have all been about 18 hours so we weren't too concerned about things going rapidly. After walking for a bit I went back to my room where my nurse informed me they were just going to start really low dose of pitocin through the night and break my water in the morning. This was not the initial plan and I did not want to start pitocin which to me meant a long slow labor in bed with an epidural, the way my first two had gone. With Van my water broke at 38 weeks so we went in, started pitocin, i labored 5 hours without meds and was only a 2 so then i got the epidural at 8 am and he wasn't born until 7 pm weighing 7 lbs 3 oz but it was a good delivery. With Lyza I was induced at 39 weeks because I was HUGE and so tired, my labor again took all day and into the night and when we started pushing she never made any progress, was stuck, and eventually born at 3 am via c-section weighing 9 lbs 1.8 oz. Big baby. This is why I was so worried how things would go this time. Because of my fatigue and it being almost midnight, I gave in to starting pitocin, taking an ambien and sleeping through the night. Pitocin never went higher than 5 and at 7 am the midwife came in and broke my water. I was still a 3 but contracting and about 30 min later my water really broke all over and that is when I really started to feel labor going. My doctor came in at 9 am to see me, he never checked me but said he would be back at 12 to check me and see where we were at. About 30 minutes later my contractions were on top of each other and I told my nurse I really needed the epidural then. I had never felt contrations this strong but I had also always had the epidural prettly early on in my labors so in my mind I was still going to be laboring like this for a while. It never occured to me that I could actually be getting close to the end. It had only been two and a half hours since they broke my water. Just after they got the epidural started my nurse could tell I was fighting the urge to push and she checked me and sure enough I was a 9 so she went to call my doctor and prep for delivery. Baby would be here soon. I had just enough medication to help me breath through those last contractions before my doctor got there and we could start pushing. I was so relieved when i saw him come through the door! He was surprised it went so fast too, and after maybe four contractions out came our new little boy. It was so cool to hear my doctor say you just moved baby an inch after i would push. Having a baby is such an incredible thing, i totally felt an adrenaline surge after he was born and i just couldn't believe it had happened so quickly. My mom had come by the hospital that morning to see us and had she not, she would have missed it. I had invited her to come to the delivery.
So there we sat with our newborn, nameless, but sweet as can be and he did not weigh 9 lbs. He weighed 7 lbs and 12 oz and was 191/2 inches long. A good healthy size. After a little while our nurse Marci, who was with us for Van's birth, noticed his nostrils flaring a little and he was making some grunting noises. So she took him down to the nursery to have him checked out. And there he stayed for the next eight days. The started him on oxygen because they initially thought he had aspirated fluid and blood during delivery and that would clear up in 24-48 hours. When it didn't and he didn't make any positive changes over the next couple days, that's when the worry started to creep in. He was breathing really rapidly about 80-100 breaths per minute which is twice as fast as normal. He also needed a lot of oxygen saturation to keep his oxygen levels normal. They had done some x-rays and could see a little spot on his lungs so they even started antibiotics in case it was pneumonia. By Saturday (he was born wed morning) we were pretty ready to know what was really going on with his lungs but even our pediatrician was stumped on why he was still breathing so fast. It was so hard to sit and watch that little body work so hard to breath. Our Ped made a call to Primary Childrens to consult other doctors who reassured her they were doing everything they should and he just needed time. They decided his lungs were just a little immature and needed more time to fully pop open, and this was probably due to me have gestational diabetes because high blood sugar can slow developement. That night, Christmas eve, was when he turned the corner and started to breath slower. Abe stayed at the hospital that night in the vacant room at the end of the hall they let us stay in for free (but you really end up paying anyway accept now it had 2 beds) and just held him and rocked him. I was so happy the next morning when he called to tell me the great news. I couldn't hug and kiss Van and Lyza enough that week Louie was in the hospital. I started be able to nurse him Christmas day and so I pretty much stayed at the hospital all that week until Thursday morning when we was ready to come home. Wednesday night the nurse turn his oxygen all the way off and Abe and I just watched the monitors as his levels stayed where they needed to. I was so happy the next morning when i went in and his tubes were off and the IV was out and he was just laying there disconnected and free to go home! We could finally really check this little guy out and hold him without being connected to montitors! When I think back about that week in the hospital with him, I really cherish it because we really got to spend some quality time with him without the distractions you have at home and just sit and rock, also Abe and I got a lot of time together to just talk and be so grateful for our little family, as well as all our extended family who checked in on us and helped take care of Van and Lyza while we were there. It was really humbling and helped us remember to not take anything for granted. It's so good to have Louie home now though and he is growing so fast and breathing and eating and sleeping and pooping as perfectly as any newborn does. We are really crazy about him!
Louis Matthew Bromley is now four weeks old. He was born on December 21st at 10:30 am, the day before Lyza's birthday. They say each pregnancy is unique and each delivery is unique and I can definitely say that statement is completely true for me. We decided not to find out the gender of this baby until he was born but looking back, I feel like I always kind of knew. At the time of delivery i didn't feel shocked or surprised. Mainly I was just relieved to have had and awesome, fast labor and delivery, and I was now holding this new little person. I had gestational diabetes with this pregnancy, and the few weeks before it was confirmed I felt like crap. I had no energy, I was swollen (i know most pregnant women are), I sometimes felt dizzy, but once I started getting my blood sugar under control all of that changed and at the end I can honestly say I felt better at 38 weeks than I had with my first two pregnancies. However now that I really did have GD I was worried about how big this baby would be and if I would end up having a C-section. My doctor felt confident about breaking my water 10 days early to see if we could get labor going so we could avoid the baby get too big. I liked that plan so on December 20th we went in at 8 pm to start that process. My doctor wasn't able to be there but the midwife that was didn't feel quite like I was ready. She thought I was still a 2-3 and the baby was still a little high so I should walk around to see if we could get contractions going (i was having constant contractions anyway-just not progress). My doctor's plan behind having me come in at night was to break my water, walk around, get labor going, sleep a little, and have a baby in the morning. In the past my labors have all been about 18 hours so we weren't too concerned about things going rapidly. After walking for a bit I went back to my room where my nurse informed me they were just going to start really low dose of pitocin through the night and break my water in the morning. This was not the initial plan and I did not want to start pitocin which to me meant a long slow labor in bed with an epidural, the way my first two had gone. With Van my water broke at 38 weeks so we went in, started pitocin, i labored 5 hours without meds and was only a 2 so then i got the epidural at 8 am and he wasn't born until 7 pm weighing 7 lbs 3 oz but it was a good delivery. With Lyza I was induced at 39 weeks because I was HUGE and so tired, my labor again took all day and into the night and when we started pushing she never made any progress, was stuck, and eventually born at 3 am via c-section weighing 9 lbs 1.8 oz. Big baby. This is why I was so worried how things would go this time. Because of my fatigue and it being almost midnight, I gave in to starting pitocin, taking an ambien and sleeping through the night. Pitocin never went higher than 5 and at 7 am the midwife came in and broke my water. I was still a 3 but contracting and about 30 min later my water really broke all over and that is when I really started to feel labor going. My doctor came in at 9 am to see me, he never checked me but said he would be back at 12 to check me and see where we were at. About 30 minutes later my contractions were on top of each other and I told my nurse I really needed the epidural then. I had never felt contrations this strong but I had also always had the epidural prettly early on in my labors so in my mind I was still going to be laboring like this for a while. It never occured to me that I could actually be getting close to the end. It had only been two and a half hours since they broke my water. Just after they got the epidural started my nurse could tell I was fighting the urge to push and she checked me and sure enough I was a 9 so she went to call my doctor and prep for delivery. Baby would be here soon. I had just enough medication to help me breath through those last contractions before my doctor got there and we could start pushing. I was so relieved when i saw him come through the door! He was surprised it went so fast too, and after maybe four contractions out came our new little boy. It was so cool to hear my doctor say you just moved baby an inch after i would push. Having a baby is such an incredible thing, i totally felt an adrenaline surge after he was born and i just couldn't believe it had happened so quickly. My mom had come by the hospital that morning to see us and had she not, she would have missed it. I had invited her to come to the delivery.
So there we sat with our newborn, nameless, but sweet as can be and he did not weigh 9 lbs. He weighed 7 lbs and 12 oz and was 191/2 inches long. A good healthy size. After a little while our nurse Marci, who was with us for Van's birth, noticed his nostrils flaring a little and he was making some grunting noises. So she took him down to the nursery to have him checked out. And there he stayed for the next eight days. The started him on oxygen because they initially thought he had aspirated fluid and blood during delivery and that would clear up in 24-48 hours. When it didn't and he didn't make any positive changes over the next couple days, that's when the worry started to creep in. He was breathing really rapidly about 80-100 breaths per minute which is twice as fast as normal. He also needed a lot of oxygen saturation to keep his oxygen levels normal. They had done some x-rays and could see a little spot on his lungs so they even started antibiotics in case it was pneumonia. By Saturday (he was born wed morning) we were pretty ready to know what was really going on with his lungs but even our pediatrician was stumped on why he was still breathing so fast. It was so hard to sit and watch that little body work so hard to breath. Our Ped made a call to Primary Childrens to consult other doctors who reassured her they were doing everything they should and he just needed time. They decided his lungs were just a little immature and needed more time to fully pop open, and this was probably due to me have gestational diabetes because high blood sugar can slow developement. That night, Christmas eve, was when he turned the corner and started to breath slower. Abe stayed at the hospital that night in the vacant room at the end of the hall they let us stay in for free (but you really end up paying anyway accept now it had 2 beds) and just held him and rocked him. I was so happy the next morning when he called to tell me the great news. I couldn't hug and kiss Van and Lyza enough that week Louie was in the hospital. I started be able to nurse him Christmas day and so I pretty much stayed at the hospital all that week until Thursday morning when we was ready to come home. Wednesday night the nurse turn his oxygen all the way off and Abe and I just watched the monitors as his levels stayed where they needed to. I was so happy the next morning when i went in and his tubes were off and the IV was out and he was just laying there disconnected and free to go home! We could finally really check this little guy out and hold him without being connected to montitors! When I think back about that week in the hospital with him, I really cherish it because we really got to spend some quality time with him without the distractions you have at home and just sit and rock, also Abe and I got a lot of time together to just talk and be so grateful for our little family, as well as all our extended family who checked in on us and helped take care of Van and Lyza while we were there. It was really humbling and helped us remember to not take anything for granted. It's so good to have Louie home now though and he is growing so fast and breathing and eating and sleeping and pooping as perfectly as any newborn does. We are really crazy about him!
All hooked up
On Christmas day...Christmas hat credit goes to the nurses
The monitor we stared at constantly. This is after oxygen is turned off and his numbers held where we wanted them. Big sigh.
Hospital visit from two sleepy mom-deprived kids.
Little Louis
Getting ready to go home! He's all disconnected. Yay.
Why is a group shot the hardest to get? Finally a shot taken of all of us when we finally got home, tired, greasy, but home.
Van gives Louis two thumbs up.
After his first bath at home. I think he is a good combination of Van and Lyza.
Monday, March 28, 2011
The thing that really sucks.....
...Is when you have a fight/disagreement/argument with your spouse. Things are said that you don't really mean, and who knows why whatever happened made you mad in the first place. Many times it's not really what happened that upset you but there is an underlying issue that has resurfaced in a different form...pin pointing it is the hard part. Every now and then this happens to us, hopefully it happens to all couples so i feel like we are normal because I really feel like we have a great marriage and love each other and are completely willing to make sacrifices for each other and especially for our family. Most the time it's the selfishness that interrupts the harmony, or it could also be hormones :) but what i hate about this is how hard it is to ENJOY OUR CHILDREN TOGETHER. We distance ourselves and there is a little wall between us for a short while until we cool off, regroup, apologize, and admit our faults. When this happens, the kids could be doing the CUTEST thing and i want to go get Abe so he can come see but my pride gets in the way. I realize how completely crucial it is to raise children in a loving, peaceful, happy home so that they have the best chance possible to grow up as normal, stable, happy, loving people. A good friend said to me once "...probably the best gift two people can give their kids is to love each other." This was before either of us had children but i have never forgotten it and as i live each day and go through the battles and the triumphs and the joys and the heartaches, it hits me how absolutely true that statements is. My children will best thrive in a loving environment where they see a mom and a dad laughing and hugging and talking and equaling taking part in their children's progressions through life. A healthy, strong marriage makes someone the best person they can be for themselves, their spouse, and especially their children. So inevitably the arguments and the disagreements will happen but the most important thing is to figure out what is really frustrating you, communicating about it, and humbling yourself to apologize and look at your own actions. Forgiveness is something that comes very easy for me thankfully. I can't think of anything in my life more important and worth the effort than my husband and children. I love them so much.
I kiss her a million times a day even covered in oatmeal
So cute when they play together
Waiting for frontrunner
Getting squeaky clean
Most the time he doesn't smile for the camera so i'm glad i got one
Handsome, adorable, and kind
I'm a lucky girl.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Ode to my family
Well, it's officially been 4 months....time to get in another post. Since Halloween, we've had thanksgiving, Lyza's first birthday, Christmas, Valentines....lots of snow, many memories made. That is why i need to post about these things more because i just don't remember and it's so nice to look back and see what we've done. Abe is funny, he'll log onto the blog and say " I just want to see what we've been up to lately."
Mostly i want to write about my kids, because they are great. Truly great. Lyza turned 1 on December 22nd. This girl has such a sparkling personality. She can definitely get a little feisty at times, but she is learning how to not let Van push her around. She's always been our chunky babe, but to our surprise at her 1 year check up she had lost 6 oz and went from 19lbs 9 oz to 19 lbs 3 oz. She began crawling at 10 months and she had thinned out a lot.
It amazes me how fast they learn. Lyza is saying mommy and daddy and puppy and uh-oh and wow and bye and hi....and i love to hear her little voice constantly babbling. She literally calls every animal 'puppy'. Abe took them to the aquarium and said she called every fish in that place "puppy". She is so close to walking. She has taken 9-10 steps on her own and is getting more confident with it everyday. She recently learned how to give kisses and loves to share them. She is definitely Van's biggest fan. I am just enamored with her and adore her cuddly little sweetness. She's always been our Lyza Bean, but lately we've been calling her loulou or Lyza lou. I pray everyday for her health and safety and that i can do the best for her as her mom.
Our crazy little Van is quite the class clown i am told by people from nursery. One leader recenty told me she called him Van, and he corrected her saying "i'm Vannie"....I thought, he never does that at home when i call him Van, but we do call him Vannie a lot and started asking him what his name is and he would touch his chest and say "Vannie". He is coming up on 2 1/5 years in april and weighs around 23 lbs. He is still a runt as we call him, but is finally starting to out grow some of his pants. I love when he pumps his fists and says 'awesome'....but we have to be careful because he is repeating EVERYTHING we say. He is aware of so much going on around him. It is so sweet when he will say prayers. With all the snow we have gotten lately he has started to love going outside and stomping around in the snow. He and Abe went outside a few weeks ago and Abe began to build a snowman. Van was done after about 20 min but Abe had to finish that snowman and it was his best work to date. I love your big hugs, Van. and when you call me Molly, but especially when you call me, mom. You make me so happy.
Abe is a great Dad. Maybe the greatest. He is definitely more anal than me when it comes to parenting. I really never worry when he has the kids. I'm sure he worries a lot more about us- he worries a lot more than me about everything pretty much. When i'm working people always ask who has my kids and i just tell them i work on my husbands days off and he's got them all day....9 am to 9 pm. They are pretty impressed he can handle it, and even more impressed he takes them to places like Tracy Aviary, and the Aquarium, and the Hill Airforce museum (which btw is great because it's free and practically no one is there. so if your kids like airplanes it should be on the list). He goes crazy staying at home all day. I even come home to clean laundry and clean dishes occasionally. Abe is someone who takes a little time getting to know, but once you know him, you can't help but like him. He is constantly making me laugh. I love when he and i and the kids are just hanging out having a dance party at home- the kids love to get their groove on.
It amazes me how fast they learn. Lyza is saying mommy and daddy and puppy and uh-oh and wow and bye and hi....and i love to hear her little voice constantly babbling. She literally calls every animal 'puppy'. Abe took them to the aquarium and said she called every fish in that place "puppy". She is so close to walking. She has taken 9-10 steps on her own and is getting more confident with it everyday. She recently learned how to give kisses and loves to share them. She is definitely Van's biggest fan. I am just enamored with her and adore her cuddly little sweetness. She's always been our Lyza Bean, but lately we've been calling her loulou or Lyza lou. I pray everyday for her health and safety and that i can do the best for her as her mom.
Abe is a great Dad. Maybe the greatest. He is definitely more anal than me when it comes to parenting. I really never worry when he has the kids. I'm sure he worries a lot more about us- he worries a lot more than me about everything pretty much. When i'm working people always ask who has my kids and i just tell them i work on my husbands days off and he's got them all day....9 am to 9 pm. They are pretty impressed he can handle it, and even more impressed he takes them to places like Tracy Aviary, and the Aquarium, and the Hill Airforce museum (which btw is great because it's free and practically no one is there. so if your kids like airplanes it should be on the list). He goes crazy staying at home all day. I even come home to clean laundry and clean dishes occasionally. Abe is someone who takes a little time getting to know, but once you know him, you can't help but like him. He is constantly making me laugh. I love when he and i and the kids are just hanging out having a dance party at home- the kids love to get their groove on.
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