When our little love was 8 days new, we had his pictures taken. His photographer, Hillary Wheat, was AMAZING and I love how she perfectly captured his personality and his sweet features. Worth has been very alert and awake since he was born, and it was really hard to get him to fall asleep for these pictures! There was lots of "shuussshhing" and nursing to get him to close his eyes. These are just a few of my favorites...
This last picture cracks me up... but also accurately captures Worth's serious face!
Doesn't there seem to be so much going on in that little 8 day old mind of his? I love him so much!
Our little guy finally started smiling and cooing this past month! He mainly smiles right after he wakes up from a nap (after 10 minutes of stretching!) or when he's laying on changing table and I'm complimenting him... Worth, you're such a good boy. or Such a full diaper! Way to go, bud! and Where's my handsome boy? Here he is!
Worth had his 2 month wellness check up today. He weighed 11lbs 14 oz (42%ile), 23 3/4 in long (83%ile) and his head was 16in (91%ile). He's still a long, skinny little boy! He also had 3 shots today... he screamed bloody murder when he was stuck. Poor thing! Mama didn't cry, which was a surprise because I've been so emotional... I was too busy comforting W to cry. I nursed him right away and that calmed him until we got home. He's been extra fussy since we got home, so we've been doing a lot of cuddling. His pacifier and nursing also helps to keep him happy.
We've done some traveling this past month! We drove to Omaha when Worth was 6 weeks old. Our 7ish hour drive took about 10 hours since we had to stop every 3 hours or so to feed Worth. Thankfully, we found a Starbucks along the way and make a stop there! Worth got to meet two of his cousins and it was so cute watching them hold Worth and laugh because he was a "silly guy."
Our 3 year old niece had a hard time saying Worth... it sounded like Woof.
Maybe he has a new nickname?!
Worth with his Daddy and his Daddy's Daddy aka PoPo
Worth with Grandma Debbie!
We also drove to Beaver Creek to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary! Worth was the perfect little travel companion. He's such a good baby and really only fusses when he's getting hungry or wants to change positions (like from car seat to being held). A sweet couple at lunch one day guessed that he was 4 months old because he was so alert! We already knew that. ;)
Thankfully, our little munchkin loves riding in the car and it puts him right to sleep. Otherwise, I don't think we'd willing to do all these long drives! He likes riding in the stroller, too. He's especially happy when he has his wubbanub.
My little brother, Austin, came to visit his nephew! We went to a concert in the park - so fun! Even Cricket got to come.
Worth is already a football fan like his Daddy... he is just mesmerized by the TV if it's in his eyesight. We think he's going to be more of a Husker fan like Dad than a Horned Frog like Mom. He had a blow out diaper in his TCU outfit within a couple hours of wearing it, and lasted in his Husker outfit all day! Haha!
Thought a picture on the changing table at Target was better than no picture at all!
I've loved staying home with Worth and am trying to make the most of my maternity leave. I've been meeting up with other new moms in the neighborhood weekly and its great to go on walks, grab coffee and chat with the other mommies. It's going to be so hard for me to go back to work in October and leave our little guy during the day, but hopefully it will get easier as it become the new norm.
Worth has been eating every 3ish hours during the day, will cluster feed every 1.5 hrs in the evening and lately has been sleeping one long stretch at night usually 6-7 hours! He's been taking at least one nap per day in his crib, but when I want to snuggle, we'll nap together in bed and it's the best! He still prefers to be swaddled to sleep. At night, he's still sleeping in a bassinet by our bed.
Blurry middle of the night flash!
This week, he started drooling and chewing on his fist or anything else he can get his hands on. W seems to like baths. He just lays back in there and is mellow. Rub his head though and he is just in heaven... like he's at the spa and is getting totally pampered! He usually sleeps really well after a bath.
Fresh out of the tub
W is NOT a fan of having his nose suctioned (but, who is?!) or taking his Vitamin D supplement. But otherwise, he's a pretty easy going baby. Nick and I joke that Worth's little brother or sister is going to be a handful because we're not sure we'll get this lucky twice! ;)
Worth and Cricket are both zonked out
I just love when he's satisfied after eating and his little hand is so relaxed and just rests on my chest. So sweet! And then I'll put him up on my shoulder to burp him and he is just so content and rests his head on my shoulder with an open mouth and has the sweetest little breath. Yes, I am OBSESSED with my baby! Every little thing he does is magic. :)
Isn't it interesting how time always moves at the same pace, but depending on circumstances it can feel like its dragging on or racing by? The hardest thing for me about being a mama so far is that I just want to soak up every little moment with my guy and there aren't enough hours in the day to do all the chores and snuggle with Worth and get sleep/eat and be a good wife and... so on. (And, I know it will be just impossible when I go back to work.) But, this precious newborn time is fleeting. Every time Worth goes to sleep, he wakes up older. While I'm excited to see his little personality continue to develop and his eyes turn bluer and I cheer when he holds his head up on his own, I'm really going to miss how little he is once he's bigger. He still loves sleeping on my chest and holding my finger with his tiny hand, but I know one day he'll be more independent and won't want to snuggle as much. And that makes me sad!
So if you happen to stop by our house right now, you'll be impressed with the amount of dust bunnies/Cricket's hair on the floor and the foot tall stack of magazines that will never be read and unless Nick has been home, there will be a stack of dishes in the sink. But, it's OK because I'd rather be adoring my little guy. Rocking him just makes my heart burst with joy.
8 weeks old
This poem is one of my favorites right now because it rings true!
"Babies Don’t Keep"
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Author: Ruth Hulburt
(And for the record, I'm typing this post up at 6:30am since I woke up at 5am needing to pump. Worth decided to sleep all through the night and is still sleeping! Yay! I'm awake though so I thought I'd take a second to blog instead of cleaning... #priorities)
I can't believe it's been 8 weeks since our little guy was born! Some things about these first couple months I'll never forget, but I'm sure as time passes on I may not remember all the details of this special time as I'll need room in my brain for all the new memories. When Worth was about 2 weeks old, I jotted down his birth story while it was still fresh. I thought I'd share it today! I loved reading everyone's birth story while I was pregnant - everyone has such a different experience and it's a good reminder that babies don't always follow your plan. Warning: this is a long and sappy post. The postpartum hormones were in full force when I wrote this (and they haven't quite worn off yet!).
Before I was even pregnant, I knew that I wanted a natural,
unmedicated birth. Once we knew our baby was on the way, we hired a doula, read
as much as we could, took a 6-week Natural Birthing Class and had a very
detailed birth plan. I was never scared of contractions or pushing, I was just
so excited to experience the whole process, pain and all! As we heard a lot
along the way, babies can have a mind of their own and don’t always follow your
plan… turns out, our little one had his own plans for arriving in this world!
I was blessed with a super easy pregnancy. Other than
heartburn, I felt great and stayed very active throughout the pregnancy. I LOVED
being pregnant and feeling our little peanut kick, hiccup, and dance inside me.
In fact, I was feeling so great, I thought for sure I wasn’t going to go into
labor until after my due date of June 28, 2015.
Monday, June 22, 2015
I went into my 39 week appointment thinking it would be the
same as all of my other appointments… short and sweet. I was seeing a new
midwife that day and when she was feeling my belly, she took a little longer
than normal. This new midwife, however, said she thought the butt (or, what we
thought was the butt!) was too hard to be a butt and suspected it could be the
baby’s head. WHAT?! Until that point, we had been told our baby was head down.
If this baby is breech, my hopes of having an unmedicated birth were pretty
much out the window. We had a quick ultrasound to confirm and sure enough our
sweet baby was bum down and his legs were up by his head… he was in the frank
The attending OB suggested we go in the next morning (a
Tuesday) for a Version – a procedure where they try to manually turn the baby
using external pressure on my belly. She also recommended if it worked, I
should be induced to kick-start labor and prevent the baby from turning back to
the breech position, and if it didn’t work, we should go ahead with a C-section
that day. HOLY COW! I had gone from having about two weeks (in my mind) for
final preparations to less than 24 hours! And, my options were be induced
(which I never wanted) or a C-section (which I never even considered). This was
not a part of my birth plan!
I called my parents in tears and my mom flew in the next day
just in case we were having our baby early! After discussing it more, Nick and
I decided to wait an additional day before trying the Version. In that day and
a half before our Version, we did just about everything we could think of to
turn our little peanut around… doing flips and handstands in the swimming pool,
acupuncture, forward leaning inversions, moxibustion, putting frozen foods on
my stomach, laying upside down on an ironing board… you name it, we tried it!
We ended up scheduling our C-section for July 6, 2015 at
8:30am, when I would be 41 weeks and 1 day. We were hoping that the baby would
somehow turn on its own and we’d be able to have a natural, vaginal birth. But,
nothing worked. Not even the Version. Our little one was already proving to be
very headstrong! (And, this is when Nick changed his guess from a baby girl to
a baby boy!)
Sunday, July 5, 2015
The day before my scheduled C-section, we were so giddy… a
combination of pure excitement to finally meet our baby and nerves since we had
waited for this moment for so long and it is a major surgery, after all! Since
I was 1 week overdue, we had to go into triage at the hospital to check on the
baby. Other than still being breech, our baby was healthy, the heartbeat was
strong, my fluids looked good and we were set for the next day. After we left
the hospital for my 41 week check-up, Nick and I stopped by our church and sat
outside by a statue of the Virgin Mary to say some prayers... Prayers of thanks
for getting us this far with a healthy baby and healthy pregnancy. Prayers for a safe delivery. Prayers that we
would be good parents. Prayers that our baby would grow up knowing that he or
she was loved and cherished. We knew our lives would be changed forever the
next day, and I was thankful to have that quiet moment with just the two of us.
Since I wasn’t supposed to eat after midnight, and wasn’t
sure when I’d be up for real food again after the C-section, I wanted a really good dinner and Nick took
me out for my favorite tacos! When we
got home, we packed the last minute things in our hospital bag. It felt like
Christmas Eve and Santa was bringing us the best present ever! Surprisingly, I
was able to get a good night’s sleep, and when our alarm went off at 5:45am, we
both popped right out of bed. I did my hair and make-up (one of the perks of
having a C-section!) and off we went.
Monday, July 6, 2015
We got checked in and shown to the recovery room. A resident
OB came in to make sure, one last time, that our baby was still breech. Sure
enough, our little one was still perched butt down and we were “OK’d” for the C-section.
I had a stream of nurses and doctors come in and explain the procedure, get
consents, place IVs, etc. Our hospital had recently initiated a “Baby Friendly”
protocol for C-sections, which included immediate skin-to-skin in the OR. I put
on this stretchy white tube top under my hospital gown, so that when the time
came, our baby could be placed in it like a little kangaroo pouch! (I ended up
wearing that tube top most of the hospital stay – it was perfect for staying
modest while having easy access for nursing and skin-to-skin.)
As we were the first on the schedule for the day, everything
was on time and around 8:30am, Nick and I walked from the recovery room to the
OR. I sat down on the operating table and he sat in front of me to hold my hand
while the anesthesiologist got started right away with my spinal block. Once I
laid down, I began to worry that the spinal block wouldn’t numb me all the way.
I can still wiggle my toes… Is this normal?!
The anesthesiologist asked me to pick up my leg and it didn’t budge. She
also pricked my chest with a needle and asked when I could no longer feel it.
Behind the drape, the OB asked if I could feel any pinching… Nope. I was told they were pinching me
really hard, so if I didn’t feel that I must be numb enough and we were good to
go. I had been warned that the spinal block could make me feel really nauseated
and cause my blood pressure to drop, but thankfully, I felt fine the whole
Nick sat up by my head and held my hand. Even though Nick
looked official (and sexy!) in his hospital scrubs, he doesn’t care much for
blood and guts, so the gory stuff was blocked by the drape for both of us. I
felt lots of pressure and tugging. Over the drape, I could see the 110 lb resident
OB using all of her body weight to wiggle the baby out. The doctor said “We
have a butt… now a leg… we’re almost done and you’ll get to meet your baby!”
Our baby was born on July 6, 2015 at 9:07am. Nick was
supposed to announce the gender. I couldn’t see the baby yet, but Nick could. I
think he was in shock because Nick was just staring over the drape and the
midwife finally said, “Well, what is it, Dad?!” and Nick snapped out of it and
said “It’s a BOY!” At that moment, I started crying! The doctor came around the
drape and showed me the most beautiful baby boy. He wasn’t crying yet, and they
took him over to the side to get checked out. Then, I heard those loud, magical
cries and my heart burst with joy. We knew if it was a boy, we were going to
name him Worth. Nick went over to be with Worth and the midwife, whom I had
just met that day, was so sweet and kept wiping away my tears of joy. Once
Worth was measured and foot-printed and had a little bit of oxygen (maybe 7
minutes, but it felt like an eternity!), the nurses brought him over to me and
placed him directly on my chest in the little kangaroo pouch. His eyes were
wide open and he just looked around and took it all in. We were able to lay
skin-to-skin while the doctors put me back together and sewed me up. It was so
surreal… after waiting for this baby for so long, here he was… and he was
absolutely perfect. He was tiny and smelled so good and had ten fingers and ten
toes and deep gray eyes. It was truly the best moment of my life.
I was wheeled back to the recovery room and Nick got to carry
Worth along side me. Nick said Worth was alert and awake the whole time. Worth
was just as mesmerized with the world as we were with him. Once we were back in
the recovery room, I started nursing Worth right away. What an unforgettable
moment. He had just been in my belly and in less than an hour after being born,
he was breastfeeding!
My mom was waiting in the waiting room so Nick went to get
her and announce that we had a baby boy. She came into the recovery room and
was so thrilled to meet her first grandchild. After a couple hours, we were
wheeled down to the postpartum room and the rest of the day was a sweet blur. I
couldn’t stop staring at Worth. The nurses encouraged me to “Sleep when he
sleeps,” but there was no way I could take my eyes off of him. I had some ice
chips and water and that settled well, so for lunch I had jello, beef broth and
apple juice. I was able to eat a regular dinner that night… beef and barley
soup and mashed potatoes!
Nick had the honor of the first diaper change since I was
still in bed. Neither of us had much experience with newborns, so we called our
nurse in to show us how to do it, haha!
I recovered really well… I was able to walk around later
that same evening, I had my catheter out that night and my IV out the next
morning. It felt great to move around and shower and attend to our little
When I was resting, Nick laid skin-to-skin with Worth on the
fold out hospital bed. There was a huge picture window over the bed so the two
of them would just lay there and stare out the window. For being early-July, the
day Worth was born the weather was cool and overcast and rainy, but the weather
didn’t matter to us. We had our very own sunshine right in our hospital room.
Nick was so supportive and sweet. He loved and cared for
Worth, and me, so perfectly. One of the nights in the hospital, I was overcome
with gratitude and love that we had a perfect little boy. I crawled out of bed holding Worth
and walked over to Nick, who was asleep on the fold out bed. It was 3am and I
was sobbing as I woke Nick up. In a panic, he said, “Oh my god, what’s wrong?!”
Through my tears and sniffles, I said “Nothing, he’s just absolutely perfect! I
love him so much. How did we get so lucky!?” Nick chucked and gave us a hug and
we sat there savoring those quiet moments as a new family of 3.
I ended up staying in the hospital two nights and was
discharged on Wednesday, July 8th. The car ride home was classic – I was in the
back seat with Worth, and Dad was driving and cursing at all the other drivers
for going too fast! We got home, brought Worth inside and said, “Well, what do
we do now!?"
Worth was a perfect little boy from the moment we met him.
His eyes just melted us and he made the cutest expressions. He had a big round
head (14.5in) and was so cuddly at 7 pounds 14 ounces and 20 inches long. The
newborn clothes we had seemed SO SMALL but they fit him perfectly. As much as I
wanted a natural birth initially, in the end it didn’t matter. Worth arrived in
this world the exact way that he was meant to. My delivery was a dream and free
of complications. Nick and I are so incredibly in love with this little boy,
more that I could have ever imagined. I now understand the depth of “a mother’s
love” and I am so thankful to be this little guy’s mama.