These are a bunch of my favorite pictures! I am not sure what I was thinking (lack of sleep I assume) but I didn't bring any of his favorite toys (except Nemo), blankets, or a change in outfit haha. So even though I really wanted more pictures and would have loved more of his stuff in the pictures, we will just have to say "oh well" this time. I am just glad we were able to get pictures done, and these are pretty darn cute!
So I must apologize for how incredibly late this post is, but right around the time Luke turned 2 weeks old, we went and had our first family pictures done. We bought him an outfit to bring him home from the hospital in but he totally drowned in it, so we bought this outfit instead for the pictures, but he also drowned in it (oops). So we rolled his sleeves and pants up and pinned his jeans with a safety pin to make it work haha. We had to keep stopping between pictures to pull the excess outfit behind him or else you couldn't see his face =P Also on the topic of outfits, we didn't intentionally pick out Bronco's pictures at all, we picked out Luke's outfit and then picked out outfits for us to match him. We didn't even realize we were wearing Bronco's colors until half way through taking pictures.
These are a bunch of my favorite pictures! I am not sure what I was thinking (lack of sleep I assume) but I didn't bring any of his favorite toys (except Nemo), blankets, or a change in outfit haha. So even though I really wanted more pictures and would have loved more of his stuff in the pictures, we will just have to say "oh well" this time. I am just glad we were able to get pictures done, and these are pretty darn cute!
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I have a pile of clean clothes on the bed next to me, a diaper bag at my feet, the dog sprawled out somewhere in the middle of it, and my precious baby boy still in his night time outfit in my arms...and I look around and thinking "could life get any more perfect than this?" =)
My husband was laid off the day before I went into labor, and therefore we have been completely spoiled with having him home with the two of us for the last 4 weeks. But today he starts a new job, and therefore Lucas and I are on our own. So far we seem to be surviving but its only noon haha and we both miss Daddy very much! Today is 4 weeks exactly since our little prince made his big entrance. I have always said that time seems to slow down in those final weeks waiting for a baby to be born but once they are its like time tries to catch back up again and just speeds by! While I was thinking about how much Luke is growing and how amazing the last 4 weeks have been the perfect song came into my head and I have not stopped singing it to him all day... So this one is for you my little man: Your Song by Ewan McGregor (I like this version better than Elton John's) My gift is my song... and this one's for you And you can tell everybody that this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words... How wonderful life is, now you're in the world (Our world has been turned upside down since you arrived, and I LOVE every minute of it!) I say on the roof and I kicked off the moss Well some of these verses, well they, They've got me quite cross But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen (You have the most gorgeous eyes just like your father!) And you can tell everbody that this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is, now you're in the world I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is, now you're in the world (Our world just became a little more perfect 4 weeks ago, and we Thank God for you every day!) Lucas Elijah Long's Birth Story: I think it goes without saying but if you dont like to hear about details of birth this post may be TMI for you. On July 31st I woke up at 4am after about 2 hours of sleep and spent the entire day just feeling sick (nauseous, headache, light headed etc..) I stayed in bed until my husband got home from work and then we decided to call my doctor, who told me to come in to get my blood pressure checked. When we got to the office the nurse took my blood pressure and nearly ran out of the room to get the doctor because my blood pressure was 170/110. I was immediately admitted and within a few hours my doctor started the induction process with a bulb syringe (which I must admit was very uncomfortable). I was told to get some sleep cause I would be having a baby the next day! Well my body does not do well with stress and at this point my adrenaline really kicked in that I was gonna be having this baby so I started shaking and dry heaving, and this lasted about 45 minutes until zofran and ambien kicked in and knocked me out. I had steady contractions the entire night but not enough to keep me up, just enough to notice every time I went to the bathroom. I was admitted at 1cm, 70% effaced. By 5am the bulb syringe fell out and I was 3cm, 80% effaced. At 6am the doctor on call started pitocin and broke my water. I labored steadily for a few hours without too much pain. I put on the show Friends in the back ground and had my mother and husband help me breathe through the hard contractions. Around 10 my contractions started to get a lot more intense and about 90 seconds long, and 90 second apart. At noon I was checked for dilation and was at 5cm, 80% effaced and my doctor was happy with that progress. At this point though my blood pressure was steadily going up and I was told that if it kept increasing I would need magnesium (which I definitely did not want) so I decided that it would be a good idea to get the epidural to help lower my blood pressure and help me relax. The anesthesiologist tried the epidural twice with no luck. Then on the third try my son pushed his foot up into my ribs during a contraction (and while the needle was going into my back) and I could feel my rib about to break but I was so scared to move I just breathed, moaned, and cried through it. Thank God, he got the epidural in and my rib did NOT break, but it was very close and I have broken ribs before so unfortunately I do know how it feels. That was prolly the most painful part of the actual delivery process. Much to my dismay, I continued to labor with strong contractions very close together for the next 5 hours. At that point the nurse checked me and said I was barely 5cm and 80% and that the contractions were not effective. At this point the nurses started asking me about my opinions on having a c-section. I told them that it was not my original plan but I was so tired, my epidural was only covering one side of abdomen, and my blood pressure was starting to rise again so I was ready to go for the c-section. I wanted him out before I needed magnesium. Well the doctor on call was stuck in an unexpected surgery from noon until 7pm, but once she got out she came in to check on me and since I was still only 5cm, we decided to go for the c-section. Again my adrenaline kicked in and I started shaking like crazy with nausea but the anesthesiologist was so great he kept giving me zofran, asking if I was ok, and talking me through the whole procedure. My husband came in the operating room with me and held my hand the entire time. All I could see was the curtain in front of me and my husband's face. My absolute favorite moment of the whole delivery was watching his face light up when he saw our son come out! Lucas Elijah was born at 8:01pm on 8/1/13 6lbs 13oz, 20.5in long and perfect as could be =) He was put on my chest for skin to skin time for about 10 mins before taken to be checked over. Jeremy went with Lucas to the recovery room and my mother came in and sat the rest of the time with me while they stitched me up. I dont remember much of that part because I kept falling asleep but once I was done and taken into recovery I was wide awake again and got to really see my son for the first time. That's about it for the birth story. But my hospital story does not end there...After being discharged on the 4th, I went home and had an extreme increase in pain to the point that by the evening of the 5th I could no longer move in bed. I felt my body start to go into shock from the pain (shivering, dizzy, sweating, etc...) and immediately called my parents because I knew something was wrong. We were very close to calling an ambulance but I knew them lifting me would be just as painful as trying to get to the hospital myself so, it took me what felt like FOREVER, but I finally made it out of bed and into the car. My parents came with Jeremy, Lucas and I to our local hospital (not the hospital I delivered at), and to make a really long story short we spent hours arguing with the worst ER doctor there (we have had run ins with him before) about tests, scans, magnesium (which he ended up giving me), and how he thought I needed immediate surgery to remove my gallbladder. Eventually he decided that on top of the gallbladder issues I prolly had a uterine infection as well and should be sent to the hospital my OB worked at (the one I delivered at). So $1400 later and the absolute worst, most painful ride of my life, I was taken by ambulance 20 minutes away to the hospital I gave birth at. I spent the next 24 hours in limbo about if I needed surgery or not, had another ambulance ride to a sister hospital for a 45 min MRI, and eventually told that my gallbladder was fine just a little distended from the narcotics and I just had a bad uterine infection. I spent three more days in the hospital getting IV antibiotics and getting my pain under control before being sent home once more. Again I wish that was the end of the hospital part of the story but the last day in the hospital I got the baby blues and started really having a hard time. Every time I would breast feed I would have such intense cramps (from the infection) that I would cringe, grab the bed sheets, and have to breathe through the pain. Eventually I started having panic attacks everytime he was due to feed or he cried and I would have to leave the room to calm down. In the hospital they gave me ativan but once I got home I was told I had to stop the ativan if I wanted to continue to breastfeed. I REALLY wanted to breastfeed and I felt that it was selfish of me to stop just because of the pain, but the more I breastfed the more depressed I got and the worse the baby blues hit. When I got to the point that I didnt even want to be in the same room with my son and was crying every hour I decided it would be best to stop breastfeeding. I talked to my doctor about it and he ended up doubling my depression medicine which has helped a TON! I still have my moments and when I cry about feeling guilty that I am not breastfeeding but overall I am doing good. I share this because I have realized that no one seems to talk about the baby blues at all, yet up to 80% of women go through it after delivery! I am very grateful that my doctor was so on top of things and that my blues only lasted really bad for a few days, but for many women it lasts weeks. I wish more women knew how real and normal this is and that it helps to talk to your doctor about it. Well now we are all home, happy, and healing. Lucas is absolutely perfect and we are so in love with every little hair on his head. Written August 1st, from my hospital bed:
Dear Son, As I lie here awake at 4:50am in the hospital, a million things are running through my head...Will you be born today? Will everything be ok? Will I be able to handle this? etc...And in the midst of my worry as if to reassure me, you start kicking and then my thoughts turn to oh my gosh, I only get to feel you inside of me for a little longer and then never again. We will share this bond for a few hours more and then you will be here to hold and snuggle and meet your dad but never again hear the sound of my heart beat to soothe you to sleep. But thats ok, because you will have my voice, my arms, and all my love for the rest of your life! Your daddy and I are SO excited to meet you little boy, so please dont take too long. I have waited my whole life to be a mom to you... Love you, Momma |
All about meHi my name is Ashley! I am a Christian, a wife, a mom and an RN. My husband, Jeremy, is the best, most supportive, and loving guy I could ever ask for. We have an adorable, fun loving, son named Lucas, a sweet, and cuddly daughter named Lydia, and a King Charles Cavalier named Tonks. Archives
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