Isaac-2 months

Did you notice last week that I was able to get three posts up? That’s because my brother and sister-in-law came to visit and help out with the boys. I’ll tell you more about their visit in another post but first comes first, Isaac turns two months old!

Doesn't Oliver look huge next to Isaac?
Doesn’t Oliver look huge next to Isaac?
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I know these pictures are meant to be of Isaac, but Oliver makes such funny faces
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practicing his Kung-Fu
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It’s blurry, but i caught him smiling
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Smiling at his brither
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Getting so big
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Check out that natural comb-over

Isaac’s Birth Story

I’m writing Isaac’s birth story so if people are interested in hearing it then it’s here to read, but I am also writing for my own memory of his BirthDAY. I feel as though already the day is a blur and my memory is fading of the specific details. Here it goes anyway:

I was 41 weeks and 2 days on Thursday July 10th when I finally started feeling some contractions at 5:30 am. Up until that point I had only had some minor cramping and was just patiently¬† waiting for something substantial to begin. I had David stay home from work thinking that this was finally it and for a couple of hours the contractions continued. Then they just stopped completely. Considering David was home already and I had a non-stress test scheduled for Friday and I was past due I wasn’t about to let labor stop on me. We went for a walk (in 100 degree weather) and contractions picked up again. They stuck around for a bit, then stopped again. Finally at about 3:30 in the afternoon the contractions picked up and stuck around for good, active labor had begun!

At this point we had our friend Sara come over to the house to take care of Oliver and had called the Midwife to let her know that we’d probably be needing her to head our way soon. Contractions were coming every 5-15 minutes and I would either sit on the birth ball or walk around our bedroom during them. I was somewhat concerned that because the contractions didn’t seem to last very long and still were farther apart that this was just the very beginnings of labor and maybe even stall out again. By about 7pm I was ready to try to get in the tub to see if I could get some pain relief and to determine if I’d even like water (with Oliver I couldn’t stand the water and only stayed in it 5 minutes). I believe my words upon entering the water were “Oh wow, this is amazing, every woman should labor in water.” I am so glad I enjoyed it this time around. Our midwife, Sally, arrived shortly after I got in the tub and checked to make sure baby’s heart rate and my blood pressure were good. She also said that she could tell I was in active labor based upon how I was having to breath through each contraction. I was really happy to hear that.

Around 9pm I got out of the water and went back to the birth ball where contractions began to be more painful. Sally said this was a good thing because it meant they were doing their job in bring baby down. Forty-five minutes later Sally checked me and told me I was 5cm dilated, that we should all try and lay down and get some rest, and that baby might come when the sun was rising. ¬†Are you kidding me? That’s what ran through my head as I crawled into bed. How can I only be 5cm? I can’t imagine being in labor for the next 8+ hours. Apparently my head told my body that this was not okay and the contractions got very intense and close together. I stayed laying in bed trying to sleep between these contractions for about an hour before I was ready to get back into the water for relief. David let Sally know and she came back into the bathroom along with her assistant Jenny. I labored in the tub for a couple of hours when Sally recommended I get out and try to walk a lap around the house.

I barely made it to the kitchen, hanging on to David for every contractions, before I was ready to give up completely. I believe I said something like “you don’t remember, you really don’t remember” referring to how painful labor is and your mind’s ability to forget this from previous children. I also said something along the lines of labor being “so bad” and David saying “it’s not as bad as Oliver’s” WHAT!!! Note to all husbands of laboring wive’s: NEVER tell her how bad it is. Although I know that Oliver’s labor was much more difficult and lasted much longer, this was not what I wanted to hear. I somehow managed to get back to the bathroom and the relief of the tub. Let me just say when I mention relief I was still in a lot of pain, it just seemed slightly more manageable.

Soon after getting back in the tub I knew I was in transition, that point right before delivery where you don’t think you can go on and the contractions are horrendous. I was getting upset and yelling at Isaac to come out, come out, come out. David says that we can no longer know the gender before delivery because I yelled too much at Isaac. I’ll admit I was quite vocal and mad that I was still in labor and also mad that I couldn’t seem to get myself to relax. Sally asked if she felt like I needed to push and I said I didn’t have that urge but she checked me anyways and said that I was 10cm and could try pushing if I wanted to.

Boy oh boy did I ever! After only 15 minutes and several pushes Isaac came into this world through the water at 2:25am on Friday July 11th. Sally scooped him up and placed him onto my chest and David patted his back until he took his first breath and began screaming. I remember saying something like “you’re so little, you’re smaller than your brother was when he was born”. They weighed Isaac later and he was actually much bigger than his big brother. Sally said that Isaac’s hand was up by his face but that I didn’t tear or need any stitches. All in all Isaac’s birth was an incredible experience and I was happy to be able to crawl right into my own bed when it was over. Oliver met his brother when he woke up the next morning and just looked at him in wonder. I am so grateful for my two happy and healthy boys. I am sure there are many details that I am forgetting but at least I have something written down before I forget it altogether, because “you don’t remember, you really don’t remember”.

Mama loves you sweet Isaac Kent.

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Caution: Party Ahead

Our sweet boy, Oliver, turned 2 last month. Oliver loves trucks. What better way to celebrate than with a construction themed party? Here are some pictures from the celebration.

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our little construction worker
our little construction worker
David made him the busy board
David made him the busy board

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Singing Happy Birthday
Singing Happy Birthday
Blowing out the candles
Blowing out the candles
Hmm cake
Hmm cake
Back to my trucks
Back to my trucks
Hmm more cake
Hmm more cake
opening presents
opening presents
Dinosaur! almost as great as trucks
Dinosaur! almost as great as trucks

Happy Birthday sweet boy. Mama and Papa love you!

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Bear with Us

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I wanted to get a blog post up letting everyone know that we are still trying to get posts written and published. Who knew that two young children would keep us so busy? So that I can keep myself accountable I’m letting it be known that the following posts should be coming soon: Isaac’s Birth Story, Oliver’s 2nd Birthday, Isaac turns two months, and finally Isaac’s Baptism. Bear with us as we get you all caught up on our lives.