tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39827261581560402462024-02-21T04:41:48.575-06:00Without a NetAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-85525284677174943432018-02-22T10:41:00.002-06:002018-02-22T10:41:12.284-06:00New Website!I've been busy, busy, busy crafting and making the jump from Etsy to a new website!<br />
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<a href="https://magnificenttreasuresbows.com/">https://magnificenttreasuresbows.com/</a>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-87636743016949074922014-07-29T14:30:00.001-05:002014-07-29T14:30:24.773-05:00Most days lately just speed along. We've gotten used to our new normal. My heart ache is just a dull throb in the background of life. However, as I am marching along, sometimes a day sneaks up and hits my like a 2x4 to the stomach. The pain and sadness roar their ugly heads and I can't remove myself from the fetal position on the couch. The most random things can trigger the start of one of these days. They happen far more frequently around the 21st of each month, with more intensity as we slowly crawl towards the anniversary of the worst day of my life. Days like today when the tears fall silently all day long. I try to save the sobbing for times when I'm alone and won't scare the girls so much. Sometimes I cry even harder because it just isn't fair for them either. I want them to have their happy mommy back. I want them to not have to see mommy cry so often. I hate that they are so well acquainted with sadness and death.<br />
Life has sure been beating us down this year. My prayer is for peace. Peace for my family throughout the stresses this year has thrown at us. Peace for Nathan and I in our sorrow. Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-73137374526714765922014-07-19T02:58:00.000-05:002014-07-19T02:58:43.690-05:00My NightmareThe last couple of days that last doctors appointment keeps playing on repeat in my brain. It was supposed to be a day filled with nervous excitement. We were supposed to be scheduling the day that we would meet Declan face to face, instead it turned into my personal hell.<br />
That week on Tuesday I had a NST (non-stress test) and for the first time he didn't have a reactive heart strip in the first 15 minutes. That isn't always a problem, sometimes baby is just sleeping. The tech pulled out the ultrasound wand and after several minutes of poking and prodding got him to move enough times that I got to leave. The rest of the day Declan was pretty quiet. Part of me worried, but I was still getting enough movement on kick counts and I knew that the girls had always had these quiet days during pregnancy also. I hoped it meant he was growing and growing. Wednesday he still wasn't quite as active as he normally was, but still passing kick counts. Thursday he started moving more normally and breathed a big sigh of relief. I remember working very late on clips Thursday night and just enjoying the feeling of him rolling and doing somersaults. I had trouble sleeping Thursday night. I was up and down and just feeling anxious.<br />
In hindsight, I wonder if Tuesday was the first sign that something was wrong. I have wished a million times over that I had insisted on seeing the doctor on Tuesday or Wednesday when my gut was saying something was wrong. They probably would have dismissed me, but it is hard to let go of that guilt.<br />
Friday morning I was up early with the girls and running around trying to prepare for being gone for the day. My mother-in-law was coming over to watch the girls and trying to get everything situated so the house was ready kept me occupied. I don't remember the last time that I felt Declan move. I know that I felt him rolling around at about midnight or one. I feel horrible guilt over not noticing that he hadn't moved all morning. I was just so preoccupied.<br />
When we got to the doctors office we had to wait for awhile in the waiting room. I saw another mother that I knew in the waiting room. She was pregnant with a healthy baby boy and due about 2 days before us. I hid so she wouldn't see me. I was so anxious over Declan's health and jealous of her complication free pregnancy. Next to us in the waiting room was another pregnant lady who had a little girl with her, who was probably about 3. The little girl was having major meltdowns. I recalled that I had a bunch of stickers in my purse and went over and offered them to her. She calmed right down and sat playing happily. We chatted with the mom. That interaction is just burned in my brain. Finally we were taken back by the ultrasound tech. They said they would start the NST because the doctor was a little backed up.<br />
The NST starts with the tech using the ultrasound wand to take measurements of things like fluid levels, etc. Then usually they hook you up to monitor the baby's heart rate for awhile. After she did the measurements, she didn't hook me up to the monitor. I knew that something was wrong, but we had to sit there for like 20 minutes before they moved us to a private exam room and said the doctor would be in shortly. I tried to dismiss it and calm myself and Nathan down, but I felt like I was holding my breath. Finally after another 20-30 minutes the doctor came in. He sat down and got out the ultrasound wand. Then my world stopped. He turned to us and said "I'm so very sorry, but there is no heartbeat". The doctor held my hand and my stomach dropped out. I don't remember much of what he said after that. I was sobbing uncontrollably. Nathan held me, while the doctor excused himself. We sat there a long time. The pain was so unbearable and then there was the fact that we still had to walk out past all those oblivious pregnant people who had babies who were alive. It was the longest walk of my life to get back to the car. Nathan made phone calls, while I sat in the car and cried.<br />
Somehow we made it back to our house. I remember my dad was taking care of the girls. I remember my mom showing up and all of them leaving. I remember collapsing in bed with Nathan and sobbing myself to sleep. I remember waking up and the few seconds of peace before it all came crashing down around me.<br />
Nathan and I drove thru somewhere for dinner and the cashier said have a nice day and all I could think was that there would never be another nice day. My baby would always be dead, how could I possibly ever have a nice day again.<br />
My parents came back with the girls so we could tell them what was going on and put them to bed. That was the most horrific feeling ever. The girls had been so excited about a baby brother, especially Fiona. I felt like I had failed everyone. I failed my sweet baby, my girls, my husband. Answering Fiona's questions was hard.<br />
I remember being worried about craft show stuff, since I was supposed to have a show the next day. I was just so consumed with all these stupid little things because I just couldn't process reality. I didn't sleep much that night. We had to get up early to go to the hospital. My parents showed up to get the girls and we made the horrible drive to the hospital.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-68941513945725081292014-07-03T11:32:00.000-05:002014-07-03T11:32:23.661-05:00<img alt="I Only Miss You When by Silas-Quinn" height="240" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/024/7/d/i_only_miss_you_when_by_silas_quinn-d4nisnr.jpg" width="320" />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-54396875849212026142013-11-06T11:39:00.001-06:002013-11-06T11:39:48.049-06:00Thankfulness Day 6: DeclanToday I am thankful for my son. I am thankful that I got to carry him for 8 months, which was far too short. I am grateful for every kick and roll that I got to feel. I am very thankful for the hours that we got to hold him in our arms and say good-bye. I am thankful that I believe that I will get to see my sweet Declan again in Heaven. I am very grateful for my friend, Kim, who was able to come up and take these photos for us. I miss my little guy.<br />
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Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-41446939178114538202013-11-05T14:10:00.001-06:002013-11-05T14:10:07.839-06:00Thankfulness Day 5: ElsieToday I am thankful for my Elsie Piper. I love that goofball girl. She is silly and sweet and a whole lot of sassy. I am thankful for her silliness. She quite often makes everyone giggle during stressful moments. I am thankful for her constant business even though it makes me crazy. She has a big heart and LOVES babies and animals. I am thankful that she is quite a chatterbox for her age. She has to keep up with her big sisters and is very insulted if left out of anything.<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-21543893984127549952013-11-04T14:06:00.000-06:002013-11-05T14:06:44.640-06:00Thankfulness Day 4: CalinaToday I am thankful for my second born. Calina Jean is a sweet, energetic girl with very big emotions. I am very thankful for her constant snuggles and hugs, especially the last few weeks. She and I speak the same love language so I am grateful for her snuggles. She is funny, smart, and dances to the beat of her own drum. I am thankful for her unique fashion sense and how she has blossomed into quite the stubborn spitfire since starting school this year.<br />
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-43913645812069085252013-11-03T09:24:00.000-06:002013-11-03T09:24:00.020-06:00Thankfulness Day 3: FionaToday I am thankful for Fiona. Almost 5 years ago she made me a mommy and it has been a wonderful adventure. She is so kind hearted and generous. She keeps me on my toes constantly with her intelligence and high energy levels. She is a social butterfly. I am thankful that she is such a sweet, caring big sister and friend. <br />
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Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-52308315945642199322013-11-03T09:13:00.000-06:002013-11-03T09:13:00.079-06:00Thankful Day 2: Magnificent TreasuresToday I am thankful for my bow business and all the amazing people who have supported me in this adventure. I love that I have the ability to be creative and crafty, while making some money for extra things for my family. I love getting to go to craft shows and meet new people. Plus, I have a pretty fantastic craft show partner. I am blessed that I get to make a little extra money doing something that I really enjoy doing. It gives me an outlet for my creativity and is often a stress reliever after a busy day with the kids.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-54985839135576006652013-11-03T08:13:00.001-06:002013-11-03T08:13:29.982-06:00Thankful 2013 Day 1I am thankful for Nathan. Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of our first real date (I don't count the sort of dates and years of just being friends before that). I found my soul mate and my best friend in him. He is my rock. He teaches me patience. He has the ability to make me laugh when I am in my darkest places. He holds me when I need to cry. God knew what he was doing when he sent Nathan into my life and I am grateful to have such a fantastic partner in life. We have walked a busy road the last 10 years and our life has gone through a lot of changes. I can't wait to see where the next 10 take us.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-22631143434097405322013-10-31T12:35:00.000-05:002013-10-31T12:35:57.831-05:00Halloween<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">October 21<sup>st</sup> was
Declan’s official due date and that day was hard, but this week has been hard
too. From the moment we knew a “due date” I just assumed he would be born
about Halloween since Elsie was about 10 days late. When people
would ask when I was due, I would just tell them Halloween. We had
planned to dress up all as a family as Despicable Me 2. The girls would
be the little girls, my husband and I would dress up and Declan was supposed to
be our little minion. I even had a tiny minion hat knitted for him.
It is so hard to keep up a happy face for the girls today. I’m supposed to have a tiny baby snuggled with me while we
celebrate and go trick-or-treating. We changed our costumes because the
thought of still going as that was too hard. </span><br />
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through one hard day there is another day looming. All the holidays and events that I used to look forward to, I am now dreading. Just the thought of Christmas makes me want to puke. I just can’t get my
ahead around the fact that this is not going to end. Mostly I can get
lost in the daily stuff, but it still </span><span style="font-size: 15px;">isn't</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> the same. And so many things
trigger the tears.</span></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-4858039735987069772013-10-30T14:11:00.000-05:002013-10-30T14:11:12.870-05:00ExhaustedMore than any other feeling over the last almost 6 weeks I have felt exhausted. Most of my days I walk around numb inside. Sometimes the sadness overwhelms me and sometimes I rage at everything and everyone. However, I am exhausted all the time. I thought that I knew what exhaustion was before this, but my years of sleep deprivation with small children doesn't hold a candle to this.<br />
Nathan and I attended a prayer service a couple weeks ago for National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Day. The priest was talking about speaking with his sister who had lost her baby and how she described just being tired. That carrying this huge weight around all the time was so exhausting. That sums it up perfectly. I'm tired. My heart hurts so much that my head can't begin to process all of this. I am constantly walking around in a tired fog, surrounded by guilt.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-1260315557781055932012-08-21T14:31:00.001-05:002012-08-21T14:31:56.441-05:00Happy 4 Months, Elsie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Time is flying by as usual. Elsie is 4 months old now. We took her to her checkup and she weighed in at 12 lbs 11 oz, which is the 33rd percentile. She was 23.3 inches long, which is the 20th percentile. She weighs about the same as Callie did, but is more than 2 inches shorter, which explains her kissable cheeks.</div>
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Elsie is still my happy sweet pea. She loves people, especially her sisters. They are still pretty excited about her too. In fact, Elsie learned how to roll from her tummy to her back. This was a problem, because she LOVES tummy time, so she would flip over and scream because she was angry. Thank goodness she has 2 very loving and dedicated sisters who would sit next to her and flip her back over repeatedly. She has since learned to roll back the other way.<br />
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Happy 4 months sweet, smiley girl!</div>
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Time is absolutely flying past. Elsie is getting so big. She's so cute with her chubby cheeks and thigh rolls. She is already wearing clothes that Fiona wore when she was 9 months old! That says more about how tiny my big girls were, but seems crazy to me. She is such a happy baby!<br />
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These pictures were taken before she discovered her great hatred for the carseat. Recently, she has decided that she HATES her carseat. To the point that I often have to pull over when we are driving places because she screams this awful scream and often makes herself choke and gag. She sometimes will tolerate it now if I give her a blankie to snuggle. She likes to hold a blankie and suck her thumb.<br />
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Chilling in the swing at Nana's house. She can't have a swing at home because Callie likes to "help" her swing. </div>
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The big girls are still in love with the baby. They are very good at keeping her entertained and still beg to hold her daily.</div>
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She loves sitting in the Bumbo seat at the table, while we eat dinner.</div>
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Elsie has the best temperament. She is so content with life and loves to giggle and flirt. She already scoots herself around on her back and is definitely unsafe to leave unattended on top of anything. I found her rolled over onto her tummy the other day, but I'm pretty sure Callie helped her do that.</div>
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We are sure blessed to have such a sweetie pie in our family :)</div>
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My girls on the 4th of July</div>
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We went to a small parade in my parents' neighborhood. Callie had a cookie with red frosting. Can you tell? </div>
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Elsie slept while we walked in the little kid parade.</div>
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I made the kids some ribbon wands for the kids to wave in the parade. Liam was much more interested in tossing them.</div>
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After the first parade we went to watch the Field Club parade.</div>
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Fiona, Millie, Callie</div>
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Helping Nana make sparklers </div>
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Daddy let the girls do sparklers. </div>
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<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-18742192318544322562012-07-05T12:17:00.002-05:002012-07-05T12:17:59.139-05:00Big Girl DateWe had been seeing the previews for the new Disney <em>Brave</em> movie for quite some time. Fiona was dying to see it and had been asking since the first previews came out. I thought the movie looked pretty cute so I was excited to take her to the movie. She had only been to the movie theater one other time for <em>Beauty and the Beast</em> with Nathan and he said it was a disaster because she talked through the whole thing and wouldn't sit still. It had been a couple of months so I wasn't too worried about it. We invited my sister, Maura, and my BFF, Eileen, to go with us and left the little girls home with their Daddy.<br />
<br />Fiona was super excited. She talked about it all morning. She looks a little tired because I actually had to wake her up from a nap to go.<br />
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Fiona did great at the movie. There were a few places in the movie with bears that she got a little nervous about. She also drank an entire glass of pop during the movie, so she was kind of bouncing off the walls by the end of the movie.<br />
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After the movie we walked over to Jones Bros. Cupcakes for a special treat. Usually when we go there the girls split a cupcake, but since Callie wasn't there I let her have one of her own.<br />
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She was pretty excited about the cupcake. It looked like a cupcake bomb went off under her chair.<br />
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Being silly with Maura and Eileen</div>
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My silly monkey girl and me</div>
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Fiona wore her Merida hair clip to the movie. She was super excited about it. <br />
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You can get one too in my etsy shop:<br />
<a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/101733387/merida-brave-princess-inspired-ribbon">https://www.etsy.com/listing/101733387/merida-brave-princess-inspired-ribbon</a><br />
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Nathan's sister, Thea got married to Robbie and the big girls got to be flower girls.</div>
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My beautiful flower girls watching the bridesmaids get ready.</div>
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My MIL helping Thea with the veil.</div>
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All ready to throw those petals.</div>
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Fiona had quite a lead on Callie. Fiona raced down the aisle tossing handfuls of petals. Callie slowly creeped down the aisle putting one petal down at a time. They made quite the pair.<br />
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They both dumped their baskets at the end of the aisle.</div>
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My MIL made the hoopa. It made a really beautiful setting for the ceremony.</div>
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The happy couple</div>
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An attempt at a bridal party picture, the girls were pretty much done standing still.</div>
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Playing a little lawn golf before the reception started.</div>
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Fiona was a dancing queen. She danced and danced and danced some more. We had to literally drag her from the reception at 11 at night because she still wanted to dance. If you don't know my kids that is <em>super</em> late for them. We really never let them stay up late. Since your aunt only gets married so often they got to stay up really late. The little girls crashed, but Fiona was like the Energizer bunny.</div>
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Elsie just chilled all day and looked cute.</div>
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She found a friend to dance with.</div>
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My parents came to the reception. It was nice to have an extra set of hands/eyes on the big girls because it was outside and there were these pretty little ponds full of frogs. The girls were fascinated and their mommy was terrified they were going to fall in.</div>
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Father/daughter dance</div>
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First dance</div>
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We are so happy for Thea and Robbie!</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-64562504714644529312012-06-19T07:48:00.000-05:002012-06-19T07:48:36.606-05:00Elsie is 2 Months Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Elsie's 2nd month was extremely busy. We went to Adventureland, her Auntie Thea got married to Uncle Robbie, and we played and played and played some more. Elsie is so smiley. She smiles and coos all the time. She hates her carseat unless Fiona is sitting next to her and talking to her.</div>
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Relaxing in the stroller at Adventureland. She didn't care for the heat.</div>
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I laid Elsie down for a minute and her sisters thought she need some friends to sleep with :)<br />
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She already loves her Daddy.</div>
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At her 2 month check up she weighed 10 lbs 4 oz (40th percentile), was 21 3/4 inches (3rd percentile, although the nurse didn't straighten her leg all the way, so I'm pretty sure that isn't accurate), and her head was in the 70th percentile.</div>
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You turned a big 2 years old! We had a fun <em>Yo Gabba Gabba</em> birthday party at your request. You are a bit obsessed with that show. Mommy made everyone in the family a shirt with a different character on it. You were soooo excited about them. <br />
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You are still my cuddle bug though. If you weren't so worried about keeping up with your big sister, I think you might just sit on my lap all day. You have a strange obsession with sticking your hand in armpits or elbow creases when you cuddle with us.<br />
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You are your big sister's sidekick :)</div>
Callie, I swear you are a teenager trapped in the body of a toddler. You have quite the sassy side and are a bit prone to overdramatics. And oh boy, can you be chatty when we are at home.<br />
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You are also my sweet, shy girl. You are not fond of strangers and you don't give away your smiles for free. However, you are braver than your sister when it comes to thinks like amusement park rides and water slides :)<br />
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You are my girly girl for sure. You love wearing dresses, jewelry, and bows. Your favorite color is pink and you love dressing up as a princess. Sometimes you come up to us and tell us "I so pretty. I so bootiful." Hopefully, you always remember you are "bootiful". You love reading and just sitting and playing with the dollhouse or babies.<br />
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You are my middle child, always worried about being left out of something and trying to be just like your "sissy" (Fiona). The week before you became a big sister you decided to potty train yourself. You just decided it was time to be done wearing a diaper and start using the potty. You amaze me with how quickly you learn things when you decide it is time.<br />
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You love being a big sister, but you have not relinquished your spot on Mommy's lap. If I am sitting down and nursing your baby sister, you are usually snuggled up on my lap too.<br />
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You take your eating very seriously and you must have hollow legs. All day long I hear chants of "I hungy". However, you are still my skinny minnie in the 7th percentile for weight.<br />
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<br />You are a blessing to our family and we love your sweet smile!<br />
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Mommy and Daddy love you! Happy 2nd birthday, Calina!!Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-79981009048997356312012-06-14T08:55:00.000-05:002012-06-14T08:55:04.864-05:00Elsie's First Month<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Elsie's first month went by in a blur. We went to the zoo, the park several times, baptized her, had Mother's Day, and lots of every day life. She is the best baby in the world. She sleeps well and is just the happiest little girl. She adores her older sisters already.</div>
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Rockin her cloth diapers!</div>
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This girl loves her sleep :)</div>
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The girls beg me to let them hold Elsie every day.</div>
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Chatting with Great Grandpa Bob</div>
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Smiling at Mommy</div>
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So alert</div>
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With her Godmother, Aunt Maura</div>
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With her Godfather, Jeremy</div>
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Meeting GG</div>
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I made Elsie a rag quilt.</div>
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3 sisters</div>
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Love those squishy baby cheeks!!</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-40157187359007803402012-06-14T08:53:00.002-05:002012-06-29T12:20:12.981-05:00Elsie PiperI wrote this almost 2 months ago after Elsie was born, but never got around to publishing it. If you are squeamish about birth stories you might want to skip down to the pictures :)<br />
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When I found out I was pregnant with Elsie, I did a lot of researching. I really didn't want to take any chances of repeating Callie's week in the NICU. I had always wanted to have a natural birth, but it hadn't worked out with the other 2 girls, but now I had some major motivation. I stumbled upon <a href="http://www.hypnobabies.com/" target="_blank">HypnoBabies</a> (self-hypnosis for child birth) and convinced Nathan that we needed to take the class. The class was great and I loved listening to the HypnoBabies tracks while I was going to sleep and the cues really helped me stay calm during all the normal pregnancy blood draws and during my birthing time. I was really excited about using it during labor. HypnoBabies uses some different terms for things to help you keep a positive mind set about your birth (contractions=pressure waves, labor=birthing time).<br />
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My due date with Elsie was April 8th, Easter Sunday. Both of the big girls had come before my due date, so I was mildly surprised when that day came and past with only discomfort and moderate pressure waves. The following night I was having some pretty strong pressure waves and since Nathan was very concerned about her being born in the car and I hadn't been checked yet, we headed up to labor and delivery. After checking me and an hour of walking the halls they decided that I was in early labor, but wasn't progressing fast enough for us to be admitted. They all seemed very sure that we would be back in a few hours. I was pretty disappointed and not in a very good mental place, so the pressure waves slowed down big time. I had tons of pressure waves all day Tuesday, but not enough to warrant another trip to the hospital. By Wednesday morning they had completely stopped, so I tried to just be patient and wait. I listened to the "Come Out, Baby!" track a couple times and we went for lots of walks. Over the next week I had lots of pressure waves, but none regular or strong enough to be my real birthing time. At my last midwife appointment on Thursday, April 19th at 41 weeks, 4 days pregnant, they offered to strip my membranes, in hopes of causing my birthing time to get going. I didn't really think it would work, but we tried it anyway, since if Elsie wasn't born by Monday I was going to have to be induced. I <em>really</em> wanted to avoid induction. I used my light switch and it wasn't even uncomfortable. Anita said I must have a high pain tolerance and I laughed and said it was completely my HypnoBabies.<br />
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That afternoon I woke up from a nap with a pressure wave and they picked up from there. Thankfully, Nathan had not gone into work that afternoon. I started having some good/strong pressure waves that were regular and 4-5 minutes apart around 3:30 in the afternoon. I rested and listened to a hypnosis CD and then got up and was able to play with my big girls for a bit while using my lightswitch. The pressure waves were still pretty strong for about an hour and I was extremely uncomfortable sitting or lying down, so we called my Mom and asked if she would pick up the girls on her way home from work. By the time she got there about 5:30, I was having trouble focusing on my hypnosis during pressure waves. Once the girls left and I could relax and focus I was much more comfortable and I walked around the house listening to music for awhile. Finally about 7:15 I told Nathan we had better get to the hospital. I figured we still had lots of time, but I was having a LOT of back labor and wasn't dealing well with the pressure waves if I had to sit or lay through them. I wanted to get the car ride over before they got any stronger, since they were coming every 2-3 minutes. We made it safely to the hospital and got checked in. Then I had to lay down and be monitored for 20 minutes. It was a horribly long 20 minutes, thank goodness for my hypnosis cues and Nathan or I would have been climbing the walls. The midwife checked me and said that she could stretch me to 5 cm, so we could be admitted and go walk around and see what happened. We were so excited! We were taking bets on whether it would be before or after midnight. <br />
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Nathan and I took the elevator down a floor and walked about 20 feet and the pressure waves got very strong and I really needed to throw up. Thank God we were right by the restrooms. Once I made it back out of the bathroom I told Nathan we needed to get back to our room <em>immediately</em>. I was having a really hard time relaxing through the pressure waves and finding a comfortable position. We got back to the room and the only position I could tolerate was leaning over the bed with Nathan standing behind me putting pressure on my hips. He was such an awesome birth partner and really helped keep me calm and relaxed. The pressure waves were long and on top of each other and I was just about to tell him I didn't think I could do it after all, when I felt a gush. I had a brief thought that I really hoped Nathan hadn't gotten soaked before some intense pressure and pressure waves hit. It was at that point that I knew I was going to be able to do it. I was uncomfortable, but I had some amazing tools, my hubby, and an amazingly supportive nurse. The nurse called the midwife and asked me to get on the bed so they could check me. I started crawling up on the bed, but suddenly started feeling like I needed to push. The midwife, April, came in and said that I was only 8, but she could stretch me to full. Then she left the room to check on something. <br />
Nathan almost lost it then. I could hear him loudly demanding that she stay because with Callie I went from 6 to pushing in under 5 minutes and only about 5 minutes of pushing. Pretty much immediately after the midwife left, I told everyone in the room that I was going to be pushing now. The pain that I had been feeling just vanished. It felt so good to be doing something. I loved that I was able to push when and how I wanted to. There wasn't anyone telling me what to do or counting. They just let me do it and offered quiet encouragement. The midwife managed to make it back in the room and Elsie was born at 9:59 pm, just under 2 hours after we were admitted to the hospital. During every ultrasound/fetal monitoring Elsie had been sucking on her right hand and she came out in exactly that position. <br />
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Still sucking those fingers</div>
I felt amazing and I had this beautiful baby girl in my arms. Nathan was an absolute rockstar through it all and I would not have been able to do it without his help and encouragement. I got to just hold and cuddle my beautiful baby for about an hour and then finally let them take her to weighed and measured. She was 19 inches long and weighed 7 pounds 1 ounce. It was the birth that I had wanted with all the girls and I finally got it. Thanks to HypnoBabies, my hubby, my nurse, and the awesome midwives at UNMC.<br />
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Proud big sisters and the Glow Baby</div>
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We did end up having a short trip to the NICU because of her bilirubin levels, so that she could be under the lights.<br />
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Chilling under the lights. Poor baby had an IV in the hand that she liked to suck on.<br />
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Doing her hearing screening so we could go home :)</div>
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Going home</div>
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Her sisters were pretty excited that we brought a baby home.</div>
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Mimi loving on the baby.</div>
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Fiona was just a little bit excited.</div>
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Callie said "My baby!!"</div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3982726158156040246.post-25039357353099852122011-11-01T08:27:00.000-05:002011-11-01T08:27:15.737-05:00My Pretty Fairies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje35HfRXjKbedAvfKrflbXNX7xQacncIuCz4Xt9WVa0AxPNvHSEng67XY8IkIZYIuAw4IpSRm5PY99rQoJI26Xjbx-eihddus6-20Psa-jTss3ChyTexkm8-ySp63tQ84SfC9c_LNHB_49/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje35HfRXjKbedAvfKrflbXNX7xQacncIuCz4Xt9WVa0AxPNvHSEng67XY8IkIZYIuAw4IpSRm5PY99rQoJI26Xjbx-eihddus6-20Psa-jTss3ChyTexkm8-ySp63tQ84SfC9c_LNHB_49/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">That first week of your life in the NICU was definitely one of the hardest things Mommy has ever been through. It has definitely made her a little more protective of you. You were such a good baby when we brought you home. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkD_-pdEUOmpoWDCsTwGaZj88kYycykJUydtaIXaD18BWeVIpsdH0Z7huoYB7rgrSgulknUoF47nh_Is_q81Y-m9HA5__kVyf1P6zdJTcxjEFEF0oz7cpbhGa0lKPuFDLWr5AouXUNHqc/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkD_-pdEUOmpoWDCsTwGaZj88kYycykJUydtaIXaD18BWeVIpsdH0Z7huoYB7rgrSgulknUoF47nh_Is_q81Y-m9HA5__kVyf1P6zdJTcxjEFEF0oz7cpbhGa0lKPuFDLWr5AouXUNHqc/s320/027.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Your big sister, Fiona, has pretty much adored you from the moment we brought you home from the hospital. Every day you guys become closer and better friends. I love watching your relationship grow. You like to follow Fiona around and try to be just like her. She takes good care of you and doesn't like it when you are left out of things. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Nn8iEjpBNGMei9n5RP_kdGF9j7PwKBrBDuVkENigTB5cZIIT2JqwK4xh9fTZng42Q4IzTrogsvzuTbxLIdHf0GN8kPWck73NYjfGqc77Wef8ne77Y8P23xnHQboHWWKUSx3S3x1mRSxU/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Nn8iEjpBNGMei9n5RP_kdGF9j7PwKBrBDuVkENigTB5cZIIT2JqwK4xh9fTZng42Q4IzTrogsvzuTbxLIdHf0GN8kPWck73NYjfGqc77Wef8ne77Y8P23xnHQboHWWKUSx3S3x1mRSxU/s320/034.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Even though you love your sister a lot, you love your Mommy the most. You are my snugly mama's girl. I'm not ready for you to grow up yet. You are much quieter and more cautious than your sister. Falling and strangers make you very nervous. You are taking steps on your own and can walk well when holding someone's hand, but you are too nervous to walk all on your own. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40vy0R5GHlNmnZLFLLjShzkrDK-d6CkZAFS7HO8kvvK-P596RHdBqq-HYHCTbrDs2PRB7WxqW2OliNMbDPnv5zLTknvl9DQPyjRhvV4XVYod9yjhTwgbfxD2EepktqP7XrD_h3x-RLujc/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40vy0R5GHlNmnZLFLLjShzkrDK-d6CkZAFS7HO8kvvK-P596RHdBqq-HYHCTbrDs2PRB7WxqW2OliNMbDPnv5zLTknvl9DQPyjRhvV4XVYod9yjhTwgbfxD2EepktqP7XrD_h3x-RLujc/s320/090.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You make us smile and laugh every day. You are quite a ham when you want to be. I love the way that you dance. When I'm having a stressed out moment I often start singing the VeggieTales theme song because it makes you do your silly shoulder dance. No one can watch you do that and stay in a bad mood. You definitely bring lots of smiles and laughter into our family. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9378D-QU2v7JNQ88SACkp-LWRcLEL0dkJoOnHXKIBQzSBpMbRjWGGvQ4Misjx_qvf5Mzv1OW2CI5R9ilOImm5_oKGBpj3vBbiWZgz1Lskop_EMZXrVIijdNWSDjSxysuMJyGNDCsi9wO/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-9378D-QU2v7JNQ88SACkp-LWRcLEL0dkJoOnHXKIBQzSBpMbRjWGGvQ4Misjx_qvf5Mzv1OW2CI5R9ilOImm5_oKGBpj3vBbiWZgz1Lskop_EMZXrVIijdNWSDjSxysuMJyGNDCsi9wO/s320/003.JPG" width="241px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We are so blessed to have you in our lives and in our family. I can't imagine my life without you and I thank God that He gave you to us.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You have grown and changed so much in this last year. I'm excited to watch your personality continue to develop. We love you so much!! Happy 1st Birthday, Calina!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03009508741964462091noreply@blogger.com0