Friday, August 28, 2015

Surviving Life With Three.

So it's been a few days since the husband went back to work and littlest sister is 3 weeks old!

I thought I would share some things that have seriously been lifesavers around here. And by lifesavers I mean, I really, really don't know what I would do without all of these things.

Amazon Prime/Amazon Prime Now 

I have been waiting and waiting, and waiting for Prime Now to be available in our zip code. Like stalking incessantly. Then when Hazel was a few days old I needed to pump. Like needed and realized I didn't have any freezer bags. That combined with the fact that we needed more Destin and apparently a dust buster....we placed out first order! And it was amazing. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. That combined with the fact that we Amazon Prime everything.... just the icing on the cake. We did our first Subscribe & Save with diapers and wipes, so that's one less thing I have to worry about!

Peapod Delivery/Pick Up
I do not know how I have been living without this. Grocery shopping is one of those things I absolutely hate doing. That added with either two or three kids? 

No thank you. 

We decided to try, even though the husband and I were both skeptical. The first time around we needed groceries so badly, I opted for the 6am delivery time and allowing them to just drop off the groceries and I wouldn't have to be there. (aka awake at the door at 6am) We've also done the pick up one, and I have to say. I did it while I was alone, so I didn't have any kids with me and on a Saturday. So I kind of felt like an asshole watching all the families do their shopping and me just pulling up and having someone load my car. Awesome? Yes. But a little shameful! Next time I do the pick up I will at least have one kid with me!

McDonald's Iced Coffee

Don't judge me. I am not one to request McDonald's (except if you are 1st trimester Me, in that case you will be there daily). But did you guys know they have $1 iced coffee?! Like any size for $1? Yeah this has been our lifesaver recently. Quinn fell asleep on the way home from school yesterday and I quickly looped around, called the husband to see if he wanted one (duh) and gave Quinn an extra 15 minute nap, while I drank the rest of my energy for the day. It's been magical. 

There are several other things that have been saving my sanity. Mostly, my awesome husband who has really stepped up his game the third time around. Not that he wasn't amazing before, but getting him out of bed in the middle of the night was nearly impossible. Not that there was much he could do anyway thanks to my boobs ability to sustain life, but he has seriously been a lifesaver. Getting all three downstairs on the weekend so I can sleep for a couple hours. Anything I need. I knew I picked a good one, but Hazel has made me even more thankful for such a wonderful man!

This week was Quinn's first week of school so I gave myself this week to be as completely lazy as I wanted and not feel guilty about the amount of times I let Harper watch Maleficent (seriously. Her favorite.) and how much iPad time she gets. I gave myself this week to be in survival mode, so next week we have some trips planned to the jump house, mall, park, etc. 

So here's to three entire weeks of 1) getting Quinn to school on time everyday and being early to pick her up too! 2) keeping all the children alive. 

Hells yeah. 

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Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Sister Hazel {Lately}

Little Sister is three weeks {tomorrow}! Can we say, "SLOW DOWN" already? It's a weird mix of time flying, but at the same time, it seems like this little nugget has been around forever. 

Obviously the girls are adjusting terribly. 

We haven't been back to the pediatrician since she was above her birth weight at her 5 day appointment, so I am really looking forward to her one month appointment in a coupe weeks! She has finally slowed down on the eating every hour part. Apparently mama has a serious forceful let down problem, because she tends to be on the gassy side thanks to my over eager boobs that think they are providing for a village. 

She is in Size 1 diapers and 3 month clothing. Chunky monkey grew out of newborn things pretty quickly!

Her umbilical cord finally fell off when she was two weeks and a day old and I could not wait to get her in a real bath! Obviously, she was just as thrilled. I like to call her narcoleptic because she will seriously fall asleep out of nowhere. 

Despite the above photo, she really loved the bath! And that 4Moms tub? Amazing. 

Girlfriend was not happy to get out though. 

She has been doing pretty well at night too, but is proving to be a little pain just getting her to fall asleep at bedtime which for her is around 8:00-9:00. But once she's asleep? Golden. She gave me her first four hour stretch a couple days ago (hallelujah!) and will usually go 2-3 hours between needing to eat. We started forcing the paci on her in hopes to curb her never ending need to suckle and she's been doing great! The good thing at night is that she goes right back to sleep after eating/diaper changes and girlfriend is finally in the Rock n Play. I like to sleep with my babies on my chest for the first couple of weeks. I swear it's helped all three figure out daytime/night time  pretty quickly. So I was glad to be able to move her in and sleep on my stomach again! 

Besides her gassy episodes, she really is a good baby. Ok, not really. To be honest, she's probably the most difficult of the three in the newborn stage, but definitely not horrible! We are very lucky to make pretty good babies. No colic or anything like that. She doesn't really enjoy the car seat, and will magically wake up and cry if we aren't moving, but all in all, she is a perfect addition to our family of crazy. My much more laid back attitude the third time around is mighty helpful, too. 

I can't believe she'll be a month old so soon, so I pray I remember to take those monthly pictures! With Quinn they ended at 3 years old. That's right. For three straight years I took her picture every.single.month. Harper was lucky I managed 12 months. 

I will say a prayer for myself. 

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Monday, August 24, 2015

And just like that...

Our oldest baby girl. Our first born is off to Kindergarten. You know how they say that being a parent us like having a piece of your heart walking around outside your body? That's exactly how it felt. Watching her bravely walk with one of the volunteers inside her school. So different than preschool where I could go right into her classroom. It felt so wrong in a way. 

Who is going to be there to keep the snot nosed kids away from her at the playground? To remind her to use her manners, or sneeze into her elbow? I know, I know...
I'm hovering. But she came out of me. 

I know she is super ready and prepared. She is super mature for her age, super prepared academically, too. But mama? Not so much.

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Hazel's Birth Story | Part II

It was still earlier in the night, thank goodness so my husband wasn't as out of it as last night. (That poor man needs sleep like we normal people need air.) So we do it all over again, except this time we are pretty sure we'll be coming home with a baby. I was taking my good old time being that just hours before I was still a solid 1cm and "really high up". Anthony kept rushing me because he thought the baby would pop out at any minute, but with my track record I was in no rush. Contractions were every 3-4 minutes and a minute long. Torture.

We were both kind of right. We check into our room (not a triage room, thank God!) and I am........ an 8-9. Yup. Panic immediately washes over me because I start asking for the epidural as soon as I can get it. But according to the midwife, I am still really high up. I honestly thought we'd be having a baby any minute after that but boy was I wrong. It was probably about 2/3am at this point and once my blood work comes back I finally get the sweet relief that comes with that baseball sized needle in your back. 

Then it's Anthony's favorite part. Resting up for the actual birthing of the child. You know, because he needs to conserve all of his energy. 

I as usual cannot sleep. 

So I start taking pictures of things and just enjoying the quiet. I love staring at the baby warmer area because it's crazy to think that soon your own baby will be in there. Just blows my mind a little! We get some rest and I get checked a couple hours later. Still "very high up" which causes the midwife to try to get me on all fours. I immediately ask Anthony to take a picture and send it to my bestie, Tessa, because I know it will make her laugh. Hashtag: We've seen each other at our worst. 

Also, note: Nosy husband who likes to pretend he's a doctor. 

So after spending some time in this awesome position, things start moving in there. Or so I think. So they finally let me flip over and hopefully get the show on the road. 

But not before one more little rest for this guy. 

Around this time I start to get the most painful, sharp pains in my left hip. Every contraction it's like the epidural had worn off, but only on that side. I kept hitting my pain pump but nothing was working. After a little while with that pain, I lost it. I was so mentally and physically drained at this point, I seriously thought I couldn't do it. I start crying like a baby and the nurse gets the midwife who suggests we just start pushing. 

Sidenote: Another reason I am so in love with midwives, especially the one that delivered Harper. They coddle you. And I need a little of that every once in a while. So I start pushing and I just am discouraged. It was exhausting and after 5 minutes I thought I wasn't making any progress. This is where Anth does his magic and starts "coaching" and same as with Harper's birth, pisses me off a little. But in the perfect amount that smacks me back to reality and to stop throwing myself a pity party and 20 minutes later, our beautiful Hazel Faith was born. 

Relief is the only word that can describe how I felt as soon as she was born. When Harper was born she had to be whisked away because of her cord, but Hazel happily hung on me for what felt like hours. It was amazing. 

Unfortunately I was apparently losing way more blood than I should have been. I remember after Harper was born I felt lightheaded and almost like I was going to pass out. I felt totally fine this time, so it was a little strange to see them panicking and pumping me full of three different types of medicine. But all was well and it just meant a little longer in the delivery room, which was fine by me!

The best nurse/midwife combo I could have asked for. 

8 lbs | 3 oz | 20.5 inches | 9:43am
Our biggest baby yet!

Nothing makes me happier than seeing the first time Daddy gets to hold his girls. 

The girls and mama got to meet her later that day and it was amazing. Despite the skipped nap time and trying to keep Harper from squeezing her to death, they did really well. 

The girls were smitten. And looking back at these I see that Harper was actually nervous! Look at that little face! Quinn was as expected, completely and utterly obsessed with her littlest sister and wanted nothing but to hold and kiss her. 

This girl was excited. And such a pro. And way too grown looking!

Lita and her newest granddaughter! 

I love them. What a lucky bunch of girls we are. 

Party of Five (!!!) 

I still can't believe she's already here. I felt completely unprepared for this baby, probably because we really didn't need or have to do much to actually prepare for her. She has been a little blessing of an addition to our growing family and I could not be more thankful. 

Welcome to crazy town Hazel Faith. 

Saturday, August 15, 2015

One Week {ish}

Our littlest sister is a week old! How that happened, I don't really know. We have been enjoying having Daddy home with his girls for the past week and I honestly am dreading having him go back to work. With him here, bringing home a third baby has been a breeze. Honestly, the transition could not be going better. That on top of the fact that my mom still works her full time job and somehow manages to sneak in a home cooked meal here and there has been absolute heaven. I am seriously so very blessed.

Come next Monday? Lord help us all.

I broke out the Moby earlier in the week because I know I will need to be a pro at getting that puppy on again because I will need every last hand I can get! And the fact that I need to get a routine together for the first day of Kindergarten on the 24th? I will probably be up at 4am just to make sure I can get her there safely, dressed and fed. I will worry about the other two once we get back home :)

Hazel, Hazel, Hazel. She have been such a little source of joy around here. Her sisters are completely in love with her. Especially our Quinny. Poor girl has had the remnants of a cold since she was born so we have been trying our best to limit her time spent kissing and hugging her. Which is hard! Harper does pretty well with her in small doses, you just have to be on your game otherwise you will catch her giving the baby wet willies.

She eats like a champion. Just like her sisters. Her tendencies remind me more of Quinn. Harper was a much more laid back newborn. Ate every 3 hours, and never, ever cried. (Funny how those turn into the crazy two year olds, huh?!) She eats every 45 minutes to 3 hours, depending on her mood.

The girl loves to sleep. She does pretty well at night. She will eat, cuddle with either Anthony or I while the other passes out and then is up every 2/3 hours to eat, but usually goes right back to sleep.

I will add that sleep deprivation is my #1 concern with every baby. Because Mama loves to sleep. Particularly uninterrupted sleep if you know what I mean. And I can honestly say it hasn't been that bad so far. Talk to me in a few weeks and I'm sure I will tell you different but some coffee and a quick cat nap when I can get it, and I am usually good to go.

We had her first doctors appointment on Tuesday and little sister is doing wonderfully! She was already one ounce above her birth weight at 5 days old, so we don't have to go back for a 2 week appointment. Guess nursing every hour really will add the chub on! 

Other than completely having anxiety over Kindergarten, we are doing pretty well! I'm sure that will change once real life starts up in a few days. I am planning on taking my first solo trip with the three of them on Monday. To Target. Obviously. 

All prayers are welcome:)

Friday, August 14, 2015

Hazel's Birth Story | Part 1

It was Wednesday, the 5th. Six days before Miss Hazel's scheduled due date. In my head I just knew she would be early. I had been having the most ridiculous amount of Braxton Hicks contractions for weeks by then, so I knew not to get my hopes up. Somehow even after two previous pregnancies, you kind of are in denial about how painful the "real" contractions actually are.

We tucked in the girls that night and I had a huge sad feeling come over me, like it might be the last time we put only two little girls to bed. I gave them both an extra hug and then waddled my way to bed. Around 11:00 I started having pretty painful contractions. I had been timing them for about 45 minutes and they were a minute long, every 4 minutes on the dot. So I was planning on waking Anthony up so we could make our way to the hospital. I ran to the bathroom and climbed back into bed and they completely disappeared.

Talk about bummed. 

But like I had said many nights before, "I'm too tired to give birth tonight." So I enjoyed the last few hours of sleep while I could. I woke up a couple hours later with what I thought was me peeing myself. I've never experienced my water breaking on its own, so I even thought it may have been that. I ran to the bathroom and.... blood. So much blood, I seriously almost passed out. (Kudos by the way to the dads out there who witness so much worse than that. I may be experiencing childbirth, but thank you baby Jesus I don't have to see it!)

Someone isn't used to the sleep deprivation like I am. 

I woke up Anthony in a panic and tell him to call the midwives because I've never had this happen before and I am literally freaking out. They tell me to make my way to L&D and that as long as I was feeling the baby move, it should be ok. So I wake up mama and hand her the baby monitor and am just numb as we make our way to the car.

We get there 15 minutes later, get checked in and everyone seems to be confused as to why I am bleeding so much. But the sound of her heartbeat brings me so much relief that I honestly don't really care at that point how she decides to make her appearance. I was going for my second VBAC so I was starting to prepare myself for the worst case scenario. There obvious concerns are previa, or the placenta detaching so I get my first sonogram. Not really helpful.

Hours later the bleeding finally seems to be stopping but we still have no idea what caused it. I get another sonogram. You know the fun, internal kind. What felt like forever later, we finally get word that it's definitely not coming from the placenta so we are finally allowed to go home. It's about 1:30pm at this point and we had been there for about 9 hours. I am starving, exhausted and pretty annoyed to be honest. So we make our way home and I enjoy a premature Subway cold cut, because the thought of listeria is the last thing on my mind right now and I am going to enjoy it dammit.

Harper was down for a nap when we got home, so we convinced Quinn to take one with us in our bed. But not before I wash the hospital off of me in the hottest shower I have ever taken. I probably snoozed for about an hour before I was woken up by a random contraction. So I waited for Harper to get up and happily scooped her out of her room and gave her as many cuddles as she would let me. We made our way downstairs while Daddy and Quinn finished napping upstairs. We went on about our day, fed the girls dinner and got ready for bed. We both fell asleep almost immediately and then.... of course. Contractions. The "real" kind.

I knew I was screwed. This baby was coming whether I was ready or not. 

Monday, August 10, 2015

Welcome to the world, Hazel Faith.

Our beautiful littlest sister made her way into the world on August 6th weighing a perfect 8 pounds, 3 ounces and 20.5 inches long. She is loud, feisty and the best cuddler around. I can't wait to share her birth story with you, but for now we are enjoying all things Hazel (who looks completely unlike either of the older girls!)

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