Lots of change happened for this little guy this past month! I went back to work so he started drinking a bottle and started “sleeping” in his own room and crib. Sleeping is in quotes because ever since then, my 6-hour stretch sleeper has regressed into waking up every hour to 2 hours. We are all a bit exhausted over here. I talked with a NP friend and she said it could be because I went back to work and he is wanting that Mama-time. I remember Jack did the same thing but man it’s rough! We are hoping this phase is over soon!
Liam has rolled over a few times but it’s not consistent just yet. He loves kicking though and trying to grab things with his hands. Everything is starting to go in his mouth and I’m hoping he isn’t teething quite yet. Jack started teething at 4 months though so it’s possible! He is just the happiest little boy in the morning and big brother Jack is always happy to see him too. I love watching them interact. Liam is enamored with him. Jack loves showing him toys and including him. We still have a smashing problem but I do not see that going away. At least Liam will be able to smash him back as he gets older haha!
I’m still pumping/breastfeeding exclusively (yay!). I’m proud of that because it’s a lot of work and planning. I have to pump 3 times a day on work days and I’m also trying to build up a back-up supply in the freezer. It also helps that I am working part-time right now (3 days a week) so my supply goes back up on the days I’m not pumping.
I love my days with just the 2 boys and so thankful I’m able to do that for a little while. It feels like just the right balance. I still try to get out and do something on those days because we all get a little stir crazy being in the house all day. It helps so much when the toddler has something new to do or see. Liam doesn’t mind as long as he can see what’s going on. He doesn’t travel well though so I have to take a lot of deep breaths in the car. He has been known to scream entire car rides. What’s funny though is as soon as he gets out of that car seat and into someone’s hands, he’s content as can be! Silly boy. We love you and your little quirks!
Thought it was the perfect time to share some of our summer memories since I’m back to work now. This is my first week back so I am reminiscing about the past 10 weeks I had with my boys. Let me tell you, that first month was tough. I felt like a fish out of water. I remember the first day Dustin had to go back to work and I was all alone with both boys. I sat in bed with both of them and looked at my husband and half-jokingly (but mostly serious) pleaded “Don’t leave!”. After he left, I remember thinking okay what do I do next? Feed the baby? Get dressed? Get Jack dressed? I’m so confused. haha Slowly we figured it out. I found that leaving the house was exactly what the doctor ordered. Going to the park, walks, playdates, anything to make some structure out of the day. And coffee and naptime was great for my sanity :). Thankfully Liam is a content little guy and Jack has done great with the transition. Don’t get me wrong, there was lots of frustrating toddler moments and newborn crying but I started to settle in and be “okay” with those crazy moments. It’s a on-going learning process of grace!
But I’m so grateful we’ve had lots of sunshine and smiles. And now for a photo dump!
Everywhere I go people have been asking, how is having 2?? Here’s a little glimpse:
Forgetting the toddler’s shoes
Taking 2 hours to get out of the house
Only crossing off 1 thing on the to do list Tossing out the to do list
Singing Daniel Tiger
Crashing at 9pm
Diapers, diapers, diapers!
Coffee, coffee, coffee
Repeating “Be gentle! Stop smashing your brother!”
Cries (not just the babes!)
Let me tell you, it’s no piece of cake… but it’s not all chaos either (thank goodness!) Some days are easy, some days are hard, some hours are chaotic, some hours are peaceful, some minutes are frustrating, some minutes are precious. It’s all a learning process but I am so grateful for these boys. They sure are going to keep me on my toes (and knees!!).
I didn’t mean to put off writing this, I just can never find the time and energy so sit down long enough to form sentences and thoughts. Ha I guess that’s what 2 kids will do to ya!
Liam was born on a Sunday just like Jack but it started quite a few days before that. Thursday night I was having some weird pain on my left side, so much that I couldn’t sleep and finally called the hospital. It didn’t feel like contractions, just localized pressing pain. Since I had a C-section with Jack and was attempting a VBAC, they suggested I come in to be on the safe side. It was 2:30am and after I got off the phone I thought I might be overreacting. I laid back down, prayed, and eventually went to sleep. The next morning, the pain was gone and I was relieved I didn’t go in after all. I went on with my Friday normally. By this point I was 4 days overdue.
Saturday was different. I couldn’t tell you when I started having contractions but by 4pm they started to become pretty bad. Since they were so irregular, I thought it would still be awhile. Some would come 20 minutes apart, some every 3 minutes. My parents come over for moral support and we debated when we should go in. Since the contractions were still all over the place, they left and told us to call them when we decided to head to the hospital. Dustin grilled brats and by that time I could barely eat. I told Dustin we should go after dinner was over. Like right after. So we packed up my stuff, got Jack in the car and called my parents to meet us at the hospital. I wanted both my Mom and D there for support and my Dad and sister would take Jack for the night.
By the time we made it to triage, I was in a lot of pain. Even though my contractions were still irregular, they were escalating in pain so I wanted to be checked right away. I had a feeling I was more than a little dilated. After I was changed and hooked up to the monitors in triage, I felt like my water broke. That’s when they started rushing to get a doctor in there to check me. Finally I thought. They checked me and sure enough I was 7 cm dilated! The doctor said she still felt a large sac so my water hadn’t completely broke but I was ready to be admitted! They got my in a room quickly and as soon I started walking to the bed, my water broke completely. Such a weird feeling. I remember freezing out of embarrassment. haha I must’ve had a horrified look on my face, because I remember the nurse telling me it was okay. After getting me back into the bed (through crazy painful contractions that brought me to my knees), they checked me again. Still a 7. The doc said she would be back in 2 hours to check again. 2 hours I thought??? I can’t go 2 more hours with these contractions!
Somehow I did. I declined the epidural but at one point started second guessing myself haha. D and my Mom were so supportive and encouraging. I had an insane amount of back labor so D would press on my back while my Mom would hold my hands and breathe with me. I couldn’t focus on anything expect the pain. I was so tired in between contractions that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was so mentally ready to push the baby out that I asked for the doctor to come back and check me before the 2 hours were up. I was 7 cm. My mom suggested some fentanyl for the pain and I agreed. That did little to decrease the mountains of pain those contractions brought. Finally after 2 hours plus, she checked me again. Still a 7. As you remember 7 is the exact number I got stuck at with Jack. I started getting discouraged. It felt like deja-vu. Only this time I didn’t have an epidural. We waited longer and by this time it was close to 11:30pm. They started talking petocin but I knew I didn’t want it. It didn’t help at all with Jack and the risk of rupture is higher. I started thinking about a C-section. Knowing the contractions weren’t bringing me any closer to my baby was so disheartening. I had given the VBAC a fair shot and was done.
My doctor was on board with my decision. Once it was decided and they started prepping, the baby’s heart rate took a dive. They moved the urgency of the C-section from a “Charlie” to a “Beta”. That scared me. Then they started going faster. I didn’t even really know what was going on around me because of the all-consuming pain. Once I was in the OR, they had me lay on my side in order to do the spinal. I wondered how I was going to lay still through the contractions. I remember trying to find SOMEONE’S hand so I could get through the next one. Luckily my nurse was in there. The baby’s heart rate took another dive and I remember one of the doctor’s saying my baby agreed with my decision to do the C-section. When the spinal was in, I immediately felt relief. A flood of warmness filled my body and I completely relaxed. The anesthesiologist team was awesome. This time when they asked if I felt the prick, I didn’t feel it! Phew. That was such a huge fear of mine because of how my epidural went the first time with Jack. The difference was night and day. When they said I would feel a lot of pressure, it was nothing compared to the pressure/burning/pulling I felt with Jack. I heard him cry and one of the doctor’s said he was a healthy 9 pounds! I couldn’t believe it! Then they brought him around the curtain to me, I got to hold him and nurse him. He had so much hair! I couldn’t stop smiling. He was perfect.
Dustin asked me if I was leaning toward a name. It was between 2 and the entire pregnancy we thought it would be one but when I saw him, I thought it should be Liam. I told D hesitantly thinking he still wanted the other one. He surprised me when he said he thought it should be Liam too.
Liam Patrick Hicks was born 1 minute after 12:00am on Sunday, June 1st. He has made us a family of four and we praise and thank God for his health and sweetness!
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Psalm 127:3
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above. James 1:17