yeah, yeah, I'm guilty!

So, I'm guilty of being sucked into this show. I started watching it last year I believe...alone. I couldn't persuade anyone to watch it with me as my mom and Owen can't stand to watch it. But I enjoyed it and often felt sorry for Jon and the way Kate would yell at him and boss him around and make him look stupid most of the time. But I can't help but feel so, so sad for their family now that they are splitting up. I don't think anyone knows exactly why, but my speculation is that the parents got caught up in their own selfish lives. They were making bucks off the show, taking vacations which I'm sure they didn't have to pay for, and I'm sure they get a ton of freebies--and have you seen their new house? Kate was doing book tours, and Jon said that just because he was married didn't mean that he couldn't hang out with friends--even girls. (Can you tell I've been slightly obsessed with the show lately?) Sorry, but it really does put things into perspective and makes me so glad that the gospel teaches us that family comes first. I'm sure that their intentions were to put the kids first, but something along the line with the show put their kids second. If it were me, I would call it quits on the show to protect the kids. It will be interesting to see what happens next and if their ratings drop and TLC cans them--no longer Jon and Kate plus eight--it will be Kate --life of a single mom raising 8 kids!

2 weeks old

My little Miles is 2 weeks old today. Time does go by so fast that it almost seems like forever ago that he was born. We named him Miles Hendrik. Owen last minute didn't like Blake for a middle name, and his great great grandfather's name was Hendrik. We considered naming Miles Henry so I guess that it was ok with me. Today he went to the Dr. and is looking and doing well. He wasn't quite up to birth weight weighing 9 lbs 7 oz, but since he was such a tank, the Dr. wasn't too worried. His newborn pics make him look so honken! He was so swollen, and he really isn't that big--he looks like a normal baby to me.

Guess who had a Birthday?

Happy Birthday to the studliest man ever! I only wish we were together today--next year will be better!

Look who's 6!

Happy sixth Birthday to my beautiful little Audrey!




Audrey was supposed to have a water party at the house with friends, and a slip and slide and water balloons and all sorts of fun stuff. I made out the invites the day before I delivered, and forgot to mail them out. Good thing, because I don't know what the heck I was thinking!!! Having a birthday party 1 week after giving birth. Plus it was rainy and cold, so there is no way it would have happened. I asked Audrey if she would take a rain check. It turned out nice because Owen was here and so we went out to eat, went bowling and she got a cool camera that not only takes pics, but makes movies--if only Maggie would put it down for 5 minutes, then she could play with it. SHe also got a new game for her DS and lots of clothes. It turned out to be a nice birthday after all!

No more pregnancy club

I guess it's time I get rid of my floating baby on my blog. He is almost 2 weeks old now--can you believe it? Miles already looks so much bigger and it's hard to believe how fast they change. Owen went back to California to work for his last 3 weeks before starting his residency. Lets just say I was a basketcase for days before he left. I really didn't want him to leave, he didn't want to leave, and I felt so bad that he would miss out on Miles first weeks of life. But I think I was more suffering from whacked out hormones from postpartum. I;m doing better now, and we're so excited to be back together as a family. We should be in Vegas with Owen shortly after the 4th of July if all goes to plan.
In the midst of my crying, I was telling Owen that I was kind of sad that I wasn't pregnant anymore. It's bitter sweet for me, because it's probably my last one, even though I think there is 1 more out there--Owen says no way, we're done! --with my bad labor experience it kind of freaked him out-he really thought I was going to die. He even started putting all our belongings away in the delivery room just in case they had to call a code and bring in the crash cart--i personally don't think i was that bad, but I think it traumatized him.
So I'm no longer in the club. Yes, I think when you are pregnant, you belong to this really cool club. You get more attention, random people talk to you, and you somehow bond with other expectant moms even if you don't know them. Not to mention your cute baby bump. And now, well I have an adorable newborn that is going to attract lots of attention, but I no longer have the cute baby bump and an excuse for being overweight. I actually have to get my butt to the gym and work off this flabby belly of mine. It's all good though. No more uncomfortable nights, no more heartburn, and I can actually bend over and pick stuff off the floor. I am excited for this new phase, but I can't help but feel somewhat sad that it's over--the whole experience of feeling him move and have hiccups inside me, and anticipating the delivery-which really is so exciting despite what you have to go through. I'm so glad he arrived safely and he's part of our family, I can't imagine life here without him!

Here He is!

Yes, we had a little boy! Born Wednesday June 3, 2009 at 5:30p.m. weighing a whopping 9lb 12 0z and 21 inches long! He's a keeper and yes, I'm smitten! It was so fun not to find out what we were having and i would do it again. Last minute I had an inkling that it may be a boy, but Chinese Lunar said girl--ha! You're wrong this time! He reminds me a lot of Maggie, and I can see some Drew in him. He is the sweetest and we are thrilled he is here! Name...well he did come home as baby boy Sanders, but we do have to call the Birth certificate office tomorrow to make it official. So for now he is Miles Blake, but there is a chance we may change our minds and he will be something different tomorrow, but I've been calling him Miles. We were going to name Audrey Miles until she popped out as a girl. So, needless to say, he's not Jaynie or Kate--Those were my girls names.
Briefly, we had a rough delivery. The anesthesiologist had a difficult time placing my epidural, so he went in at a higher space which caused me to have numbness up to my chest. I was having a difficult time breathing, and my blood pressure dropped pretty low and I just didn't feel good. Owen actually thought I was leaving the earth and it really freaked him out--actually, I felt that way at the time too. After recieving 2 doses of ephedrine, and having them shut my spidural off, I was improving. But then later, I wasn't feeling so numb anymore and had to turn it back on the withstand the contractions. Luckily, I did ok this time around, but he wasn't tolerating the contractions. I had monitors coming out of everywhere, and i thought I was headed for a C-section. When I was complete, he was having a rough time engaging in the birth canal and we found that he was transverse--his head was not face down, it was turned to the side. After my Dr. tried to pull him down manually, we ended up with forceps which was extremely painful and I'm still recovering from that aspect. After he was born, he had some respiratory problems -(they said due to trauma during the delivery, or the fact that he was such a big boy.) They took him to the NICU later that night and had to intubate him and give hime surfactin. He was only there for a few hours though and we came home the next day. Now he is yellow and we are on the billi lights. Yeah! He loves that too.
I'm so greatful that I had a wonderful Dr. who I trusted to take care of me and my baby. I honestly don't think I would be in the position I am in now if he wasn't there. So, it wasn't what I expected my 4th time around. I feel like I just had my first, not my 4th. But he is here and we love him and can't imagine our lives without him.

Some more pics

Drew in front of the house with the welcome home Baby Boy balloons.
Going home with 4 kids? Wow!
The kids outside the nursery window watching his first bath.
Dr. Thorpe my awesome Dr.--he has delivered 3 of my children.
My last day as a prego lady--so, so ready!

D day tomorrow

I was having mixed feelings about being induced a week early. My Dr. freaked me out a bit about "well you know if the Pitocin doesn't do anything and we break your water, and still nothing, then you know we're stuck and have to do a c-section." So in my mind of course I'm thinking the worst, and rethinking my idea about being induced for the sake of Owen actually being in town for the delivery and waiting it out 1-2 more weeks to make myself more favorable. The last thing I want is a C-section for failure to progress--especially since I've never had a c-section--lets not start on #4.
Now that the day is almost here, I've never felt so ready. I'm quite useless and uncomfortable. It is definitely time and I have high hopes that things will go just fine. So weird though, I was induced a week early with Audrey and had her 5 hours later. Induced 1 day early with Drew and sat there all day with Pit running and didn't feel anything. Water broke after about 8 hours and he was born and hour later. So I really don't know what to expect. --Hopefully this baby will slip right out since I'm already a 3 and 50%. (I was a finger tip with the others.) Needless to say, I will miss feeling this kid move inside me, I have really enjoyed that part of the pregnancy--the rest can just go away!
I talked with a friend yesterday who wasn't very tactful in her words to me. I told her I was being induced, and she said "Alright, enjoy your baby with the underdeveloped, small squishy head because you didn't let it cook long enough." Who says that? Especially to a friend and especially to someone who is about to give birth. What does she know--I was the L& D nurse not her, and I think my babe is plenty cooked thank you very much!