Beyond Being Uninspired.

Hey ya'll.

I have a lot to catch up on. I haven't posted much because I feel like I have nothing to say. I am still working from home, thanks to Krystle and Rudy I can now travel with Nate and see him more often. Between the now and the last time I updated, I have a different kid. From his first birthday, to 4 weeks later he got 6 teeth. Took his first steps Sept 10th, and because a full time walker less than 2 weeks later. He drinks out of sippys all by himself. He knows what I mean when I say its time for a bath and runs to the bathroom. He is becoming a little kid, and its exciting and heartbreaking all at once. Fifteen months is rapidly approaching.

I have the distinct privilege of remember his last bottle. I held it for him (*which also became the end of an era recently*) while he snuggled off to sleep for the night. A snapshot in my my mind I hope to have memorized forever.  I took it into the kitchen to rinse it out with mixed emotions. I knew it was his last. A conscious effort to remember moment. Looking back, I don't remember when we left behind size one diapers or the last time he had a bink in his mouth. The moments are fleeting, mixing with the excitement of the next step. Its so easy to see how "lasts" become forgotten and unnoticed. Firsts are so exciting, they get all the glory. 

*1st Side note*

Be still my heart. You just came toddling over to me with your empty juice sippy. Handed it to me as I asked if you wanted more "juice" (which is water with a splash of juice) and you ran to get to the refrigerator. I filled it up for you and tried to hand it back but you took off. I came around the peninsula to see you just hit the couch . Realizing you wanted me to snuggle with you while you had your water. I happily obliged to take a break and hang out with my guy. I hope you give me at least a few more of these.  I need them when my nerves are frayed, and the knots are forming in my throat which so effortlessly melt away when you want me to hang with you while you hold your cup and play with your toes in the crook of my arm. 

There is just so much, and so little going on. Some days I realize I have been counting days by showers and its already the weekend and Nate will be home. Some days the hours drag while I fantasize about the future. I have a difficult time not wishing away these days. Its hard to stay in the right now. We are working on molars right now, and it is really easy to want these days to pass. But hopefully looking back on this short time, I will remember doing fun stuff, instead of pulling him out of the trash can for the 100th time and quiet means your either in the toilet or eating dog food. Countless times dragging him off the dishwasher, taking paper out of his mouth, screaming and endless whining.....and the pinching. 

*2nd Side note...

Man kid, you are a pincher. Not cool. I want to remember that you will give me a hug every time I change your butt. The way you laugh your face off in the morning when you realize Momma is getting up to play. The way you play with Sam fearless and giggling uncontrollably. You are so fun, and one good moment truly erases a whole bad day. This Mom stuff is tough. 

Well you have your fingers caught in the drawer... Again. So with that, I'm out. :)

Bennett, Havasu Bound.

Whoa. Its over, and that is all I have to say.  9 month old babies are not designed to sit in the car for multiple hours. On our way there we had to pull over twice, once to give him a bottle and once to feed hm and let him stretch. We walked him around the rest stop, and there happened to be about 700,000 bikers on their way to Laughlin for some bike week. Some were smoking ganja next to us while the baby scarfed some peaches and oatmeal.  Keepin' classy.

 We probably created a monster letting him stand in his car seat. **My mom mentioned earlier, that I should mention, We are parked at a rest stop here Hahaha!!** He is in his jammies again. We left early! When we got there, Bennett got to finally meet his great grandparents. They met us in Havasu, from Colorado.  Ben really liked them. I was really kind of worried he would be a stinker and whine a lot. He was great. 

Aunt Cindy showed up the next morning. Which I love, because she is a baby hog. And I LOVE her for it. I actually got to finish a bowl of cereal.

Most of our time was spent looking at old pictures, Mom is making a slide show for my grandparents.  Positively Bennett will have plenty of memories in the Havasu house, and I'm glad we have pictures of the first time he got to go. 

Saturday night got treated as such.  Some famous DTGT's. 

Drive home was pretty good. It went by fairly quick, but Ben cried from about the Cajon pass to Covina. Poor kid strapped in his seat for that long, I cant blame him. Quick weekend though. I can't wait until the water warms up and the boat is back together. With his first road trip under our belt, good times are ahead. 

So WOW. Let us start with the birth story...

Pffffft.

Hi. It's been a while.  We had a baby. I'll make this one quick.

On July 22nd I watched my due date float by me. I pouted. I curb walked, I squatted, I cried. I went in on Wednesday the 27th for my super last appointment, and the doctor was like "Why are you still holding out?!" Ha. He told me he was going to induce on Friday the 29th. He did one last ultrasound and found that my fluid was super low. He sent me straight away to L&D to do the non-stress test. His heartbeat was dipping enough that it was worrisome. I was having a baby within 24hours.

We got our room, ate some foods (Yummy Tom's Place) and settled in for the long haul. The nurses were fantastic. They asked me my plan of attack, I said baby out, no pain. Do what you gotta do. I.e. EPIDURAL.

So, they start Pitocin. They said when it gets painful get the epidural. At first it was uncomfy. Then it was it was pretty ow-tastic. Just then, they come in to check me, and break my water. Within a few minutes I was a moaning, shaking mess. Epi, now plz. The epi master comes in and sticks me like 5 times and I tell him I can still feel my, uh everything. He says its normal. Pretty sure its not, since all the bitches I know cant even feel their legs, let alone their who-ha. Well at least it took the edge off. I slept, white knuckled on the bed.

I get woken up and find the baby's heart rate had dropped significantly, and I had about 10 people in the room, telling me to flip around in every direction to find the problem. I'm on all fours and my husband has his phone in his hand with terror on his face. Yikes. Surgeon man, says this happens again, your having an emergency section. I'm thinking, lets just go now... But since I'm supposed to want to go naturally I keep my non-hippie trap shut.

Well, my wish was granted, i never dilated. Darn. I'm wheeled into the OR for my section and Bennett Nathan was pulled out into the world. His cry was pretty hilarious. He seemed more irritated than anything. Not pissed, just inconvenienced.

Ew. I'm so glad i didn't get that slimy little shit plopped onto my chest. Shoot me. Doesn't make me love him any less. I think i love him more since our first meeting he didn't completely gross me out.  Just saying.  :-)

So my C-Section went flawlessly. Painful at first, but I'm happy. So there you have it. We had a flood of visitors, in the hospital and at home. He is growing so big already. Today is his Daddy's birthday, and we are going out to dinner. Red Robin, big shocker! Hopefully, since things have slowed down, and we have settled into more of a rhythm I will post more. Keep ya'll updated. Oh yeah, current pic of the babe you ask?

You got it.

Toodles!