Evan's 2nd birthday

It was a fairly routine day yesterday. Evan was in a pretty good mood, and we went to his weekly speech therapy session in the morning, like always. 

I made cupcakes, and he and I snuggled at nap time. After daddy came home from work and we ate dinner, we lit the candle on his cupcake and sang "Happy Birthday".

His cupcake was CRAZY sweet (cookies n cream batter with strawberry icing.....what were we thinking??) so he didn't eat any, since he's not a big fan of overly sweet things. 

Then we opened and put together his present, which was a big hit. 

After that, it was time for bath and bed. 

We'll be taking him to the zoo when Dad is not on-call and likely to be called out to fix an AC.  

Today we had his 2 year checkup.  He is pretty much following his own curve- 8th percentile in weight at just 24 lbs, and 22nd in height at 33 inches.  Pretty typical numbers for an omphalocele kid. 

We discussed how far he's come, and keeping an eye on his developmental milestones, since he's delayed.  

I have been a mess remembering the day he was born. It's hit me hard this year, I think because Kayla is so young and her birth still fresh in my mind, in stark contrast to his. The fact that she just turned 3 months, which was a turning point for Evan.... It wouldn't seem like they would be related, but they are in my mind. 

Happy 2nd birthday my sweet boy- I love you more than words can express. My world is a better place with you in it. <3

2nd birthday in 2 days!

I can't believe Evan will be 2 in just two short days.  

I have been so emotional thinking about how lucky we are to have him part of our lives. Literally crying a little every day lately. 

He's doing so good. He's hit a speech "growth spurt" and has been talking quite a bit. And (drum roll please) HE'S DRINKING!!! 

How awesome is that?  He'll have close to a full sippy cup through the day. We are still having to supplement with liquids through his g-button, but we're slowly reducing the amount. Almost ALL his calories come solely through eating orally now, with only some whole milk in the morning and evening. 

He's trying to run, climbing over everything, understanding more and trying to communicate more. 

His baby sister will be 3 months as well, and she is doing fantastic.  It's strange to have a chunky baby. Evan is starting feel more comfortable with her and will touch her (relatively) gently. 

All in all, I have to say I'm one lucky Momma. 

Eating and climbing

It never fails to amaze me how much I used to take the idea of eating orally for granted.  You just have no clue how difficult it really is to teach someone how to eat when they have never eaten with their mouth before.  

Babies can develop oral aversions for many reasons.  Evan just was never given the opportunity due to poor health while he still had his sucking reflex as a baby. Yes, they lose it. Add to that some reflux, and being intubated (on a ventilator) and (ironically) having a naso-gastric feeding tube, and you have a child that won't eat or drink. It takes time and patience for him to learn what is instinctual for most babies. 

That being said- OH MY GOD, I AM SO PROUD OF HIM! 

We started an experiment where we gave him formula through his feeding button only once in the morning and once in the evening.  The rest of the day we give him water through his g-button, since he's still not drinking, and let him experience cause and effect with hunger and eating. He's doing AWESOME. We started the "experiment" over two weeks ago, and have not looked back! He eats great through the day, chowing down on bread and peanut butter, cheese, crackers, soft meats, apples, bananas, etc.  We're working on expanding his food choices. 

I really can't express how amazing this is to me.  

I'm hoping that we can get him drinking sometime soon in the coming months.  

His little sister is 2 months in a few days. She has been fantastic, getting more and more expressive and sweet. 

She resembles her big brother an awful lot. 

Evan still isn't sure about her, but I think they'll be good buddies when she's big enough to play. 

In the meantime, he is FAR too busy climbing.  On everything. And running.  Because I needed a workout routine, obviously. 

In just a month, we will be celebrating two years since we began our crazy journey with Evan. <3

The problem with social networks is....

I have a love/hate relationship with social networks.  

I love them because they do help me stay connected with people I like and find support for rare things like a child with an Omphalocele.  Support groups and shared stories have made the difference for so many people out there. 

I really, truly hate social networks because they become a popularity contest for many people. Or even better, they become an unhealthy outlet for terribly unhappy people, who feel the need to say ugly and hurtful things in order to get a reaction. 

Unfortunately, these two collide more than they should. 

I can't help but imagine a day in the life of someone who puts so much effort into APPEARING perfect and put together all the time, or at least for their friends on Facebook. It boggles my mind the energy they invest in getting JUST the right photo posted of their kids (carefully groomed, posed and consequently unhappy) , or their home (seriously did you put those flowers in the glass vase out just for that photo, because I can't imagine a small child leaving that alone), or a video their pets doing something that took HOURS to teach. 

Consider my brain boggled. 

Because I am so terribly imperfect. I'm not going to represent myself as otherwise. 

Through the years I've been criticized for being a little too honest at times- I just can't shake this bad habit.  

My house is an utter mess, no makeup has graced my face in weeks, a tank top, flip flops and maternity pants qualify as "getting dressed", and my child doesn't even understand the notion of "posing". 

I'm cool with that.  Because what's more important?  Spending hours on the appearance of having everything put together, or investing that time in being a parent? 

It's a tough job to do, but the benefits are pretty awesome when you take the time for them. 

Two weeks later...

Now that we are halfway into our first week home without assistance (my mother helped out all last week) , I feel like I can update again.  

Wow, it's AH-Mazing having a newborn home with us.... This is probably helped by the fact that Kayla is a champion sleeper, sleeping amazingly well for a newborn. And what a contrast! I was so terribly miserable and sleep deprived for the last few months, my doctor immediately noticed a difference in me at our two week postpartum checkup yesterday.  How ironic that I get more sleep after the baby has arrived than I did before.

It has been emotional for me holding this tiny little baby next to me almost every hour if the day- it has gone a long way to healing so many of the emotional scars left from Evan's first few months.  I've done everything I could since he was born to be everything I could possibly be to him. I took on his care with a fierce determination to have a good rapport with him, to let him know he was loved and to care for him as we'll as any mother could care for a child, healthy or not. 

Because of the struggle I remember from the first few months with Evan, I keep asking myself "Can it really be this simple?"  Not that parenthood in any way shape or form is simple... But I keep looking over my shoulder thinking surely I'm missing something here- this is going way too smoothly, I MUST be doing something wrong and not realizing it! 

Of course, when I have a quiet house like I do at this moment, when both my children are napping (Evan in his bed, Kayla on me), I am hard pressed to find any fault. 

Evan has been adjusting.  It hasn't been easy, and my heart aches for him when he gets upset about Momma's lap being taken by his baby sister.  

On the other hand, his expressions when she is crying are FANTASTIC.  

Finally, though, I feel like we're striking a good balance between giving Kayla what she needs and Evan what he needs.  He has resumed eating orally, which is such a relief. He's enjoying real foods, so mostly I feed him off my plate- which kills two birds with one stone because I frequently get too busy and forget to eat, so if he is eating what I eat, I'll HAVE to make time to get something for myself.  Ha-HA.

We'll have good days and bad days, but one thing I'm confident in is that my babies will be loved always and will know it every day.  

We're doing okay. 

Welcome home

We're so happy to welcome our sweet baby girl Kayla home!

Quick info-

Kayla was born on April 30th at 7:37 AM, via scheduled c-section at 39 weeks. She was 8 lbs 7 oz, 19.75 inches long! Such a big girl!

Hearing her cry was the absolute most beautiful sound. We're so proud of her.

And guess who started walking unassisted not 2 hours after his baby sister was born! My super kid, Evan!
He was showing off while I was recovering after the c-section.

Of course we're busy, but we're loving having two spectacular kids. My heart is full.

Life gets rescheduled

I'll just start this blog post off with this warning: I'm at the end of my rope and my filter is sadly missing.

Our c-section date was pushed back to 39 weeks because there wasn't a good medical reason to go at 37. Never mind the almost non stop contractions (which are nonproductive by the way), and the fact that at 36 weeks this girl's weight was estimated to already be 7 1/2 pounds!! No no no, can't be done! I get to do this for two more weeks!

Ladies and gentlemen, I cried like a baby. Between REALLY wanting to meet her and REALLY REALLY wanting this torturous pregnancy to end.... I. Broke. Down.

It just wasn't fair, I said to myself! My husband tried to console me that at least we knew she would be big and healthy.
Tears streaming down my face, nose clogged, I yell back "Then YOU DO IT!"
Rationality had checked out for the day.

I have had so many episodes of "false labor", I feel like I should have birthed this child half a dozen times.

I should be HAPPY. Evan was early, and had all his issues, and we have none of that this time around.

But I keep hoping I just go ahead and go into real labor, because I am so over this pregnancy and the false labor!

I feel like a gambler at a craps table, rolling the dice and yelling "Momma needs to have this baby!" And always losing.


And my poor little fella... Evan is just so awesome. I feel tons of guilt for being unable to do all the things he really needs me to do, like get down and play with him. Or take him to the park.
He's been a champ, though. We've gotten him to go to sleep on his own at night. He's working on drinking from an AWESOME sippy cup that actually works for him.... He's walking, but is still so cautious, and wants support.
HE LOVES BEING OUTSIDE!
He's doing good, I just wish I could work more with him.

That being said, even though I may whine and cry about being pregnant for two more weeks whilst enduring all the joys of false labor that feels like real labor.... I'm content as long as baby girl comes when she's supposed to.