Tuesday, September 25, 2012

the differences between boys and girls

or at least the differences between everett and claire.

which are many. here are some of those observed differences.

with boys, it is imperative that you change that diaper fast. there is no time to mess around. but if you must mess around a little, keep your mouth closed. girls may pose the same risk of peeing on you, but the risk of getting shot in the face is greatly enhanced with him than it ever was with her. it is not a pleasant experience.

he loves to sleep on his tummy. claire hated it, which is probably why she had a flat head and we almost got her one of those helmet things. i don't believe he'll have that problem. i just wish we could let him sleep all night on his stomach and not worry.

just found out today my boy seems to like sir mix-a-lot. boys just must have a better ear for good music. too bad i only know the first line of that much-famous song, but he doesn't seem to mind the repetition.

he cries so much harder than claire ever did. so, so much harder. his face turns what i lovingly call "barnie purple" when he really gets into it. he does tire himself out before vomiting though, which isn't something we could say about claire.

he is so much better at not spitting up than claire was. i know it's still early, so knock on wood, but he is the occasional teaspoon seeping out while claire was a raging volcano of regurgitated breast milk.

claire always seemed to have a smile on her face as she slept. everett seems to have a permanent scowl. i always feel like i'm doing something stupid and he just doesn't know what to do with me. if these faces are any indications of how they'll be as teenagers, anyone want to adopt to a little boy? :)

he's a grunter. even when he seems to be asleep. it's like watching a bad episode of 'home improvement' all night long.

and speaking of sleeping, claire was such a good sleeper. we were actually worried about her sleeping too much and skipping her feedings during the night. not so much with him. if it's been over an hour, it's time to eat. he's going to be a chunky one. he already has a double chin and is working on the triple. i just don't know where he gets it from. speaking of food... it's 4 am. i'm hungry. what do we have to eat?

all that being said, they definitely do have their similarities as well. they are both the cutest, most precious, and most loveable kids that we have ever laid our eyes on. we love these children so much. :)

Sunday, September 23, 2012

this might be me just a little

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Life With Two...

...is hard. I guess I'm still in the recovery phase so once that uncomfortableness finally goes away it won't seem as bad, but right now I'm looking at all those moms with more than just two kids and I'm just amazed. How do they do it? How did my mom manage 11 of us? How do they ever leave the house or get anything done? I'm sure it gets easier, just like when Claire was a newborn I wondered the same thing, but we managed and I found time to do things for myself that time, so I'm sure we'll figure things out this time too. :)

So I realized it was time for an update on our blog, but things have been pretty quiet around here. We've mostly stayed indoors and have spent our time relaxing and getting to know our new baby. I've realized I haven't taken as many pictures of Everett as I did with Claire (something I promised myself I wouldn't do with my kids so I'm busting out the camera as soon as I finish writing! ). I wanted to write a little bit about him though and his first few weeks with us.

 He has been a good baby. He eats great and is growing fast. At his two week appointment he weighed 9 lbs 5 ounces and had already grown an inch. That put him in the 90th percentile for height and 75th percentile for weight. He doesn't sleep as well as Claire did (she slept 5 hours her first night home), but I'm sure he's probably more normal and I was just lucky with her. He wakes up and eats every two or three hours like he's set an alarm clock and he expects food as soon as it goes off. :)

 Another reason why he doesn't sleep well is he really likes to sleep on his tummy. I let him take naps on his tummy during the day when I can watch him, but when I put him to sleep in the bassinet, I try swaddling him up real good like I did with Claire, but he fights it and wakes up often.

Everett makes a lot of faces like most newborns I'm sure, but he does have this funny permanent scowl a lot of the time. Even in his sleep he scowls sometimes. I've already seen a few hints of a smile though, so I'm sure those scowls won't stay there long. :)

Claire has been really good with Everett. She hasn't shown any signs of jealousy and she's been interested in him, but not too interested. I haven't worried about her trying to pick him up by his head or anything. She loves to get down on the ground with him and just look at him. Sometimes she'll want us to move out of the way so he'll look just at her. She thinks all the noises he makes are funny and she'll try to imitate them. And she has been so helpful getting things for me if I'm nursing and can't reach something.

Things are settling down. We're getting used to things with two kids. And I'm enjoying this newborn phase with Everett. I remember how quickly it passes. Pretty soon he will be sleeping through the night, but he won't be sleeping as much through the day and then I'll really be busy. :)

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Everett Tyler Bryson

Everett Tyler Bryson
born August 22, 2012
8 lbs 3 oz
20 inches

I didn't take any growing belly shots like I did with Claire, but we did attempt to take some maternity pictures at about 36 weeks along. I just didn't like how they turned out so much so I never posted any.
First of all, I have to say I don't love being pregnant, even though I'm one of those lucky ones that doesn't get sick during the first trimester. I do love feeling those first small kicks though, before the kicks get stronger and uncomfortable. Everett was super active and kicked a lot... I'm pretty sure he was more active than Claire. During one doctor's appointment, the doctor was trying to hear the heartbeat. He never actually got a good listen but called it good anyway, since we could see him kicking my belly and moving around like crazy.

Birth story...

This birth story was completely different from Claire's. With Claire I was induced a week overdue and not dilated or effaced at all. And then, after a long labor, she came by c-section. So throughout this pregnancy I knew I wanted to have a VBAC, and the doctors were optimistic, but they kept telling me it just depended on whether or not the baby came on time. Well at our 36 week appointment, I was 1.5 cm dilated and about 60 percent effaced. Then a week later I was at a 3, so this really excited me. I was definitely feeling contractions, more than I ever did with Claire. I kind of assumed, since I was already at a 3, this baby would be coming early, but I stayed at a 3 for the next two weeks. Then, at our 39 week appointment, they stripped my membranes for the second time (they had done this the week before). Our appointment was Tuesday afternoon, and I was told there wasn't any change from the week before, which left me feeling very frustrated. They were talking about how next appointment they would schedule the c-section if he hadn't come by then. That evening I was feeling contractions, but nothing different from what I had been feeling the previous week and a half. Scott and I went on a walk that night and then Scott left to play basketball and I headed to bed. My contractions were always worse at night and I'd woken up to them before, but they usually went away after a little bit and I'd fall back to sleep. That night though they were pretty consistent. They weren't painful, but they were keeping me from sleeping. They started getting a little more painful and closer together around 4 a.m. I was timing them and they were about 5 minutes apart, but I didn't think they were painful enough for it to be the real thing, so I debated for a long time whether I should wake up Scott or not. I'd never gone through this with Claire, so I had no idea what I should be waiting for. I  was really worried about going to the hospital and being sent away. Finally, around 6:30, I woke up Scott (he had only slept for 2 or 3 hours) and told him we might want to go in. The nice thing about living in my parents basement... we just had to run upstairs and let them know we were leaving and they were able to take care of Claire for us while we were gone. :) 
We got to the hospital around 7, checked in, and got comfortable (well as comfortable as I could). They then checked me to see how far dilated I was, and to my disappointment, there had been no change since the day before. They could see that my contractions were regular and painful though so they decided to keep me. They gave me an epidural (which didn't want to work on my left side) and kept checking me every hour or so. I progressed slowly and around noon I think I was about 5 cm dilated and the doctors were trying to convince me to let them break my water. Because of my experience last time, I was hesitant about letting them break my water, but everything was going so different this time, and the doctor was confident that breaking my water would help, so I let them. The nurses kept checking every hour or two and I had progressed like half a centimeter every time. I had made it to a 7 and then I remember the contractions were really strong and painful (I felt them all in my left side). The nurses decided to check again and said I was complete and ready to push! That brought a smile to our faces! I started pushing around 7 or 7:30 and 3 hours later... I was still pushing. I was getting so tired and had pushed for so long they decided to use forceps to help guide him out. Just a few more hard pushes later and at 10:39 p.m. Everett was here. :)

The next day Grandma and Grandpa brought Claire to visit at the hospital and see baby Everett. She was so excited and happy to see the baby when she first got there and then quickly lost interest and started playing with buttons and drawers and cupboards and everything else interesting in our recovery room. :) 

Everett is doing so well and Claire is adjusting to him really well also. She loves to give him kisses and make sure he has a paci or the music is playing on his swing. It's cute to see her with him.  Everything seems a little easier this time with the recovery and nursing and everything. The only thing that has been a little interesting is figuring out how to juggle two kids. :)