Let it Snow!

Tomorrow is December.

We decided that some snow would be appropriate.

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1. Get inspired. Link here for awesome snowflake instructions.

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2. Fold according to directions to get that awesome octagon


3. Cut all sorts of triangles. I promise you cannot mess these up! MaeMae (she's 4) made some of my favorites.

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4. Hang and enjoy.

ps. sorry about all the phone pics lately. my camera is dead! :(




Mommy with the Baby in Her Belly
by MaeMae Nov. 2011

Yeah, I'm hoping to be depicted a little differently now.


As of Late


November is over. Or, it might as well be.

What is going on?

I can't believe how fast time is flying by - it's making me crazy!


Our sweet little Rosie is two weeks old. We love her! Like, LOVE her!

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Our Thanksgiving was sweet and simple. We were invited to spend it with friends and I only had to worry about potatoes and veggies. It was perfect for my postpartum state.


And the tree was put up.

Remind me next year that while stringing popcorn may seem like a fantastic idea - it is actually super tedious. And all those little "helpers" that are so excited to do it will last 20min and I will be left alone to finish it with my sore fingers.

The girls were back to Kindie and Preschool today. Roo, Rosie, and I lounged around the house and I half-attempted to potty train the 2 year old. Maybe Grandma will have more success with her in a couple of weeks.

And my Christmas shopping is almost done. Yay!!!!


And just because this is my blog and I can do what I'd like with it --- here is another pic of our Little Rose Bud.

Isn't she dreamy?


Little Mommas


I can't imagine how long the last 6 months have seemed to the girls. We told them we would have a baby when I was around 14 weeks pregnant. We also told them to keep it a secret, which they did very well.

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I'm also sure that the day they spent waiting to see Little Rosie was as long as those six months.


I knew that Easy would be bringing them all in around 2:30pm. I guess I didn't really take into consideration what that would mean though. I suddenly heard little voices outside my room and my heart began to beat a little faster and harder in my chest. Then three little faces came around the corner (got their hands washed with E's help) and piled on the bed.


One. Two. Three...and here was Little Four about to be mauled by what probably felt like a million little hands.


The big girls kept talking about how cute she was and Roo about rubbed all that dark hair right off Rosie's head.

I looked at Easy. The room was suddenly a lot smaller. Shocked. It hit me. These are my children. Our children. Each one of them. Four kids. All of them. Holy crap - four kids!

But those shocked and inadequate feelings of having them and caring for them all were fleeting and quickly replaced by the previously mentioned Roo being a little too eager to see the baby and of course, she had to be reigned in. Then the older girls were frustrated when it wasn't their turn to adore Rosie and their eagerness quickly turned into boredom. Thank heavens for an iPhone and PBS or these little mommas would have torn that little hospital room apart!

After last cuddles and loves E took them to Steak N Shake and I took a deep breath. Lucky for me Little Rosie smells a little like heaven. I'll be breathing her lovely scent in often the next few weeks as we adjust to having a rather large family. Pray for me!



A. Rose in November

So it goes like this...


Monday the 14th of November I started having contractions just after dinner. They were mild and spaced around 15-20 min apart. We got the girls in bed and Easy and I spent the rest of the evening watching TV and eating ice cream. I wasn't sure if they were going to continue through the night, but I was very sure that I was not having Braxton Hicks. All night I tossed and turned with contractions coming every 10 minutes or so. A few times I practiced my relaxation and breathing techniques. Then from 5am on the 15th until around 7am I finally got some solid sleep on the couch.


When I got up the contractions continued. I sent E off to work and Blondes off to school. Then I showered, did my hair and finished packing my bag. MaeMae, Roo and I spent the rest of the day organizing, watching Toy Story 3, baking cookies, and snuggling together on the couch. All day the contractions continued to come.


Around 3:30pm I called Easy to come home. Then MaeMae and I took a walk. She gathered dandelions as I walked ever so slowly through contraction after contraction. Roo napped. When Blondes got home off the bus we got the girls all to friends' homes to stay for the night. I wasn't sure how fast this baby was going to come, but I wanted all my little chickies organized and where they needed to be before it got too late or before things really took off.


When Easy returned from dropping off MaeMae he and I went on another walk then ate dinner - Dickies BBQ. I went light on my dinner since I have a reputation for throwing-up during labor. On our walk the contractions sped up to around 2 minutes apart and we decided it would be best to go back home and head in to the hospital.

At home E gathered everything up as I labored on the couch. Sitting or laying the contractions timed to about 6 min apart. I expressed concern about "going natural" again. I was having extreme anxiety. Roo's birth was rough for me mentally and emotionally and I didn't feel prepared to go natural again. I couldn't get my mind cleared and off the moment where I went through transition with her - it was possibly the hardest moment in my life where I felt very alone and afraid. I was tired. I was scared. Our lives have been chaotic ever since we moved to Arkansas. He called a friend who came over and assisted Easy to give me a blessing. In the blessing E gave me I became very emotional as I was reminded of the reunion I would soon have with my daughter. He told me that many were waiting for this occasion. He blessed me with strength and a clear mind. I felt grateful and loved.

6 pm. In the next few minutes we were off to the hospital. There was an accident on the freeway and it was completely backed up so we detoured and took side streets. I told E that I didn't think I was strong enough. He didn't know what to say - to encourage me to push through and go natural or encourage me to get an epidural. Being the good man he his he opted to just hold my hand and support me. Just as we arrived the rain started.

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The ER was pretty slow. We got there at 6:15. By the time we were admitted it was 6:30. If you know much about hospitals you would know that this is a very inconvenient time to arrive because it is shift-change. I knew we wouldn't be up to L&D until after 7. So we sat together in the waiting room talking and breathing.

7:10pm. We get taken up to L&D. I'm hooked to the monitors in triage. Contractions 6min apart. I'm only 3cm. Sad news after contracting for 24 hours - I'm not in active labor.

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7:30pm. My water breaks - or I think it does. I question it for a minute then I know for sure that I'm not wetting myself after a few more contractions. We call the nurse in and it is confirmed that we will be staying. We crack jokes together and enjoy those moments between contractions. I spill my ice cup more than once, demand my chapstick, and complain about the bed.

8:45pm. We move to a delivery room. IV placed.

I'm still having anxiety. Relaxing is getting more difficult with the contractions getting harder and harder to bear. I'm 4cm. I'm nervous. I'm feeling inadequate. I make the decision that has plagued me all week and I verbalize that I want an epidural. Easy is supportive. We both feel it's a good choice given the situation.


10:15pm. The anesthesiologist comes in. I'm nervous about the epidural and about all the side effects that I've read about. I'm also nervous that he looks 17. I tell E to sit down. I sit on the side of the bed, bare my back, and stay still. What is described as a "big poke" feels like nothing and I swear he used a whole roll of tape to secure the catheter. The contractions are coming back to back. I just want him to put the medicine in the damn thing already, but he is chatting and moving ever so slowly. My toes start to tingle. 45 min later I'm feeling pretty good except an area about the size of my hand on the front of my belly isn't touched by the epidural. My legs are numb as well as my pelvis, but the pain is intense on the front of my belly and I still have to breathe a little through contractions. My left leg is especially dead.

11pm. My doctor comes in. He isn't on call but decided to come in and deliver another girl on the floor as well as myself. I'm a 7. He breaks the second bag of water around the baby and tells me to call when I start feeling "pressure." Easy holds my hand. We agree that the epidural was a good decision this time even though I can't even move or feel my left leg. It totally creeps me out if I focus on it so I try to just close my eyes and not freak out. Then I have a popsicle hoping it will settle my stomach a little.

11:30. The nurse comes in and checks me. I'm a 9. No pressure. I can't feel anything except in that annoying spot where the epidural didn't touch. But I'm able to relax finally and start dozing a little in between contractions.

11:50. Everything is ready to go. Doctor is in. Nurses are in. He says that the baby is ready to come out according to the monitor and sure enough she is right there. I don't feel any pressure, but I know how to push and am ready to meet this little girl having pushed three others out with no pain medicine to even speak of. Easy is right by my side just as he always is. I push 3 times through a contraction and her head is out. The doctor comments on her chubby little face and dark hair. Twice I push through another contraction. Shoulder out. Body out. Then I look down and see my baby.

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Her little face all scrunched up. Her long arms and legs extended. Her thick dark hair. She is out and pink as can be. She cries and is placed up on my belly where the nurse and I rub her down and suction her. Easy cuts the cord. I breathe. We did it. She stares up at me and I think of that reunion we were promised to each other earlier in the evening. We connect with each other and it is a sweet...sweet moment.


I am so pleased with how it all turned out. Of course it wasn't the birth that I totally intended it to be, but I truly feel that it was the right birth for us. It fit our situation and circumstance so well and I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. I have the most beautiful little baby. Seriously. She is gorgeous! My heart has once again expanded as I feel of all the love I have to give this sweet little Rose Bud. What a gift...




Baby Girl


Little Miss Rosie decided to grace the world with her presence just before midnight last night.

She is a very perfect little peach if I may say so myself.

11/15/11. 11:55pm. 7lbs 13.5oz. 21 inches and loved so dearly.

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Best Get Going Baby!

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Fall in Arkansas and 39 Weeks Along

I'm hoping this uterus of mine will decide to give baby the boot soon, but the way things are looking my body is intending on taking it's sweet little time. I'm not dilated enough to even really speak of.

Seriously though I just want my baby! Not because I'm miserable and uncomfortable (honestly I've been feeling great). I'm just ready for her!

Ready to have her snuggle on my chest and ready to inspect her tiny body. I want to smell her newness and watch her 3 sisters as they oooo and awe at her every little grimace. I can't wait for E to hold her and adore her to pieces.

I'm just ready - even thought thinking about how this will all go down gets me a little stressed.

We will have only the help of our new friends in Arkansas this time around - my mom will come in a month. I am confident that just the 5 of us can get this baby here and love her and care for her as my girls are big helpers now and well - lets just say that we have done this a few good times.

In a couple days I'm scheduled to work one more shift at the hospital (unless I'm put on-call again) then hopefully baby will decide to come just a few days later. Blondes 6th birthday is next on the calendar (the 21st!) and finally a small, simple Thanksgiving (perhaps takeout???) will finish off one very busy week.

Whew. Scheduling her birthday/arrival is looking more and more tempting everyday.


Home with Roo


Our little Roo has decided the last few weeks since she has turned 2 to be just that.


She is a little stinker. She refuses every last thing from eating, napping, bedtime, sharing, getting her diaper changed, clear down to wearing pants. She kicks E and I out of her room and tries her darndest to push and shove her way around her sisters.

But when she wants her Mom or her Dada she can be the most cuddly loveable thing ever. You'd know this if you saw her trying to make-out with me all through church 2 weeks ago.

Ever since I have started work we have had a friend watch her during the days that I need to sleep then this fall she started going to a little preschool with MaeMae. I hated sending her there.
It tore my heart in two especially when she would look me straight in the eye and say "no school." I have always been a firm believer in being home with my little ones. It's been rough working full time and seeing their sad faces when I put my scrubs on. Being a mom is the hardest thing I have ever done, but being a working mom (for me) is just brutal.

These next few weeks I have cut down my work schedule and with my planned maternity leave we no longer have to send Miss Roo...well, anywhere.

I love it.

I love spending the day with her toting her around again and being the one that she comes to with her excitement and concerns. Today just playing with her I asked if she wanted to go to school. She ran away yelling "no school" then ran back to me saying "I ont Mama!"

This little stink has me whooped.




I'm full term. 38 weeks.

Baby will be here so soon. The clothes are washed, carseat ready, and the bassinet is up. I just have to pack our bags.

Can I tell you that I'm scared? I'm nervous. I'm anxious. I know that I have done this three other times and I know I am totally capable of doing it again. I just kinda don't want to - to the point where I get a little panicky and want to just keep her in. Labor is just so...so...laborious. And I'm so....tired.

Agh, I hate that I have just been so busy that labor-prep has taken a little of a backseat. I should have been prepping for this months ago.

So, starting today I have committed myself to reading birth stories, practicing breathing, relaxing, and thinking positively about birth until this little lady decides to show herself and join our family.

Your own thoughts/prayers are totally welcome - as long as they are encouraging.


November Faves and Craves


It's baby month at The Dirt and we will have a new little one here in a couple weeks.

Hooray! Woohoo!

For the most part with my babies I like to stick to neutral/natural elements and colors. Oh, and this group was so much fun to put together. Enjoy.

1. Aden and Anais swaddlers to put baby in that womb like sleep.

2. Fell in love with this natural wood coat/towel hanger when I saw it on Pinterest.

3. Hair accessories are a must to make her unmistakeably girly.

4. An natural one piece rubber binky. They are pricey and I bought one for MaeMae that we loved until it was lost.

5. Camera teether.

6. Best baby lotion ever.

7. Aren't these bibs the cutest? A little pricey for just one though.

8. Perfectly pink flapper hat. After seeing this one I was inspired to make her one similar that she will wear home.

9. Tiny Toms. I know. Right?

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