Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Just a thought...
For Christmas my mom got me the cd of children's songs from Janice Kapp Perry that we listened to growing up. I loved those songs, and remember sticking them in when I was a teenager because I missed listening to them. Maybe I'm silly, but children's songs are sometimes my favorite songs of all. They are so simple, and teach truths for the understanding of any age. And a lot of times, it is the simple things in life that bring so much joy.
As I have been listening to these songs a little bit, even though Austin doesn't really listen or understand them yet, one of them stuck out to me. I remember liking it growing up, but it had a little bit of a different meaning, now that I have a child of my own. And every time I hear it, pictures like these go through my mind.
I lived with my Heavenly Father before I was sent to the earth.
But I cannot remember the sound of His voice, for that was forgotten at birth.
But daddy when your arms surround me, and I feel so safe in your love.
I wonder, do I hear in your voice a sound like my Father above.
I lived with my Heavenly Father before I was sent to the earth.
But I cannot remember the look in His eyes, for that was forgotten at birth.
But daddy when I look in your eyes, I seem to recall how it was.
God gave me a dear earthly Father, so I would remember His love.
As I have been listening to these songs a little bit, even though Austin doesn't really listen or understand them yet, one of them stuck out to me. I remember liking it growing up, but it had a little bit of a different meaning, now that I have a child of my own. And every time I hear it, pictures like these go through my mind.
I lived with my Heavenly Father before I was sent to the earth.
But I cannot remember the sound of His voice, for that was forgotten at birth.
But daddy when your arms surround me, and I feel so safe in your love.
I wonder, do I hear in your voice a sound like my Father above.
I lived with my Heavenly Father before I was sent to the earth.
But I cannot remember the look in His eyes, for that was forgotten at birth.
But daddy when I look in your eyes, I seem to recall how it was.
God gave me a dear earthly Father, so I would remember His love.
Friday, December 9, 2011
In all of living have much fun and laughter :)
We woke up to a flooded house on Wednesday morning.
Not another natural disaster. No. Just a disfunctional washer that turns itself on in the middle of the night and continues filling the whole house.
But hey. At least we got our carpet cleaned for free :)
Most of our furniture is up off the floor anyway, so we just laugh about it.
But isn't it great how the Lord teaches us in so many different ways? There is something to be learned in every experience we go through. If we will take the time to look for it.
Today I learned something that seems so simple, but I thought I would share it anyways:
If we do not doubt, the Lord can do miracles.
And He will. We just need to open our eyes to see them.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Six Weeks...
Life as of late:
We had a Hawaiian Thanksgiving! On Wednesday night a bunch of people got together for the emu; which is how they usually cook the kalua pig. But this time everyone put their turkeys in as well, so they would be ready for the next day. It was quite a process, and it was fun to watch it all being done. And the turkey was delicious the next day.
We bought a waterproof camera so we could get pictures like this while snorkeling :)
We thought it would be smart since we're in Hawaii.
Brett's mom came for a week and this was her last night here as we went to the beach for the sunset.
Austin screams and screams when he's tired. Which is a lot of the time since he doesn't sleep much...ever.
So when he gets himself to that breaking point, he isn't really sure what's wrong, so he just screams.
Then all of the sudden he stops, and he's asleep.
In the top picture I didn't know what else to do to try and help him calm down so I laid him on the couch and leaned over him just holding him, and he stopped all of the sudden. And that is how I left him. Granted, he didn't stay asleep for long because he never does - especially on his back. But it was cute anyways.
Then on Sunday Brett put him in all different comfortable positions trying to get him to calm down. He put himself in this one and was all the sudden asleep.
Whatever works I guess.
BYU vs. Hawaii Game Day!! Don't worry. He knows how to make the Y already :) We taught him early.
And it's been six weeks already.
Time goes way too fast with this little guy.
Austin got his first feel of the sand and water :)
And we went kayaking.
And another pretty sunset. Of course.
It is amazing being a mom.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
My Perfect Little Miracle
Honestly, I can't believe I am writing about three weeks already. I keep telling him he isn't allowed to grow up anymore. I guess I'll just have to hope that he will keep wanting to snuggle with me for a long time to come...
For those of you who wanted to know...here is just a timeline of little Austin's birth.
Wednesday, October 19: Everything was normal. Braxton-hicks contractions had been increasing, but not enough to make me think anything was going to happen. That night though, was the first night I didn't get much sleep in months. I wasn't comfortable at all, and everything juust seemed to be achy.
Thursday, October 20: I tried to get out of bed but all of the sudden had a huge cramp and could barely stand up. I went to take the dog outside, but couldn't really walk much. And the pain kept coming back. These cramps continued all day long. I told Brett that it was the first day of the pregnancy that I really felt like I couldn't do normal things...
Thursday night was worse than Wednesday night. Apparently, these cramps were contractions, as I learned from some women in the ward later that night. And they continued all night long. They seemed worse while I was trying to sleep. Needless to say, I was tired on Friday morning.
Friday, October 21: The contractions didn't seem as bad. I had a check-up that morning, and I was at a 2 and 75% effaced. But the doctor said it could be days. he told me he had a woman who had contractions constantly for over a week and was still not past a 1. When he saw that my due date was the next day he kind of laughed and told us that he had only ever delivered 2 babies on their due date. So he told me to just relax.
Friday night was harder than Thursday night. And I don't remember sleeping for more than 10 minutes at a time, if that. I spent the last hour (4-5am) in the bathroom so that I wouldn't bother Brett every time one of the contractions came.
Saturday, October 22: Brett was supposed to go for a bike ride around the island. I climbed back in bed just as he was about to get up and he asked me how I was. He didn't even know I had been gone for an hour. He asked if I wanted him to not go, and I felt bad keeping him in case nothing happened. But he decided he should maybe stay just in case, make breakfast, head to the swap meet, etc. But we didn't get much further than starting to get ready.
Contractions started being about a minute and a half apart at around 6 or so. Showering and getting ready took twice as long as it should have. Brett made breakfast, and got ready as if we were heading out for the day. But the contractions weren't going away.
We went to the hospital around 11:30 or 12:00, hoping I was far enough that they would let us stay, because we didn't really want to go back home. And I was at a 4-5! So we stayed. I kind of wish we had stayed home longer. Because once you're there they want to moniter the baby the whole time. And there was no way I was laying down for contractions - that made things 100 times worse. But I had to, every half hour so they could make sure everything was fine.
When they checked me again 2 hours later I hadn't changed much, and that was a little bit frustrating. But we just kept on chugging along.
The next time they checked though, I was at an 8! And that was seriously the greatest news I had heard so far. The doctor said it was time to break my water, but that contractions would get worse once he did that. I was exhausted and pretty much told Brett I was done; the baby had to come right then. Looking back now I kind of laugh at myself. But Brett was great. The doctor said that if I wanted an epidural I could still get it as long as I could sit still. And he said I could still get it after he broke my water if I wanted it.
I honestly didn't think I could sit still for that long. Contractions were coming a few in a row with less than a minute break in between. So...we didn't do the epidural...
And it was hard.
But when this little face was handed to me it didn't really matter anymore.
For those of you who wanted to know...here is just a timeline of little Austin's birth.
Wednesday, October 19: Everything was normal. Braxton-hicks contractions had been increasing, but not enough to make me think anything was going to happen. That night though, was the first night I didn't get much sleep in months. I wasn't comfortable at all, and everything juust seemed to be achy.
Thursday, October 20: I tried to get out of bed but all of the sudden had a huge cramp and could barely stand up. I went to take the dog outside, but couldn't really walk much. And the pain kept coming back. These cramps continued all day long. I told Brett that it was the first day of the pregnancy that I really felt like I couldn't do normal things...
Thursday night was worse than Wednesday night. Apparently, these cramps were contractions, as I learned from some women in the ward later that night. And they continued all night long. They seemed worse while I was trying to sleep. Needless to say, I was tired on Friday morning.
Friday, October 21: The contractions didn't seem as bad. I had a check-up that morning, and I was at a 2 and 75% effaced. But the doctor said it could be days. he told me he had a woman who had contractions constantly for over a week and was still not past a 1. When he saw that my due date was the next day he kind of laughed and told us that he had only ever delivered 2 babies on their due date. So he told me to just relax.
Friday night was harder than Thursday night. And I don't remember sleeping for more than 10 minutes at a time, if that. I spent the last hour (4-5am) in the bathroom so that I wouldn't bother Brett every time one of the contractions came.
Saturday, October 22: Brett was supposed to go for a bike ride around the island. I climbed back in bed just as he was about to get up and he asked me how I was. He didn't even know I had been gone for an hour. He asked if I wanted him to not go, and I felt bad keeping him in case nothing happened. But he decided he should maybe stay just in case, make breakfast, head to the swap meet, etc. But we didn't get much further than starting to get ready.
Contractions started being about a minute and a half apart at around 6 or so. Showering and getting ready took twice as long as it should have. Brett made breakfast, and got ready as if we were heading out for the day. But the contractions weren't going away.
We went to the hospital around 11:30 or 12:00, hoping I was far enough that they would let us stay, because we didn't really want to go back home. And I was at a 4-5! So we stayed. I kind of wish we had stayed home longer. Because once you're there they want to moniter the baby the whole time. And there was no way I was laying down for contractions - that made things 100 times worse. But I had to, every half hour so they could make sure everything was fine.
When they checked me again 2 hours later I hadn't changed much, and that was a little bit frustrating. But we just kept on chugging along.
The next time they checked though, I was at an 8! And that was seriously the greatest news I had heard so far. The doctor said it was time to break my water, but that contractions would get worse once he did that. I was exhausted and pretty much told Brett I was done; the baby had to come right then. Looking back now I kind of laugh at myself. But Brett was great. The doctor said that if I wanted an epidural I could still get it as long as I could sit still. And he said I could still get it after he broke my water if I wanted it.
I honestly didn't think I could sit still for that long. Contractions were coming a few in a row with less than a minute break in between. So...we didn't do the epidural...
And it was hard.
But when this little face was handed to me it didn't really matter anymore.
He was born at 6:32pm
October 22, 2011
And now he will be three weeks old tomorrow.
He doesn't like to be put down.
But for now I'm okay with that. I will take all of the snuggling I can get.
His favorite way to fall asleep is curled up on me or Brett.
He will only stay asleep on his back in his bed if he is swaddled. He wakes himself up if he isn't.
He sleeps way better during the day than at night. But we'll get through it.
He doesn't like his carseat because he feels too restrained. He likes to move. All the time.
He has long arms, and he always hits himself in the face when he sneezes.
He has Brett's mouth and long skinniness but my nose, ears, and toes. My best features for sure. haha
We're still working on his eyes. But we think they're from me. He looks just like my baby photo.
He's really cute when he's upset. That sounds mean, but his face is adorable.
He's my perfect little miracle.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Our family Grew two more feet
AND it Came to past that a son was born unto goodly parents.
Well after about a year of trying and 9 months of pain, uncomfort, and waiting a son was born. Here is
Austin Makai Carter he was born at 1832hrs on 22Oct2011.
...To be continued
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