Nothing to report

I think about this here blog a lot. I say to myself, "self, you should update the blog." Then I remember that I don't have anything to report. My life is pretty dull and I'm lazy; so lazy that the thought of updating the blog seems like too much work; so I just keep reading my book. Ah, books! How I love them! I don't remember when I started to like to read. I do know that I wouldn't admit to liking it because it was such a nerdy thing to do. Not that I was cool, far from it actually so I don't know really why I didn't just own it. But, my childish ways are behind me and I can say out loud that I do in fact love to read. The perk of having an infant that needs to eat pretty often is that I get to read during the day, guilt free because I read whilst I feel her. I just finished the Lunar Chronicles that my niece, J, recommended to me. Oh. My. Word! They were so so good. They sucked me in and I would be lying if I said that there wasn't a feeding session or two or a lot where the poor little baby was just sucking air from her bottle because the milk was gone; for how long only heaven knows. But, I was so drawn into the book that I didn't notice the milk was gone. I told B when I finished them that I have a problem because I feel like I became a part of the books and the characters are my friends so now that the books are over, I miss my new friends. I know, I have problems and should probably seek counseling. But, the characters are so likable, except for the ca-razy queen. She's just plain psychotic. I loved all four books and wish there was more to read. Aaaanyway, let's see here. What is there to talk about?

 This young lass turned 11. 11! How did that happen? The saying that days and weeks are long but the years fly by is so true. She doesn't want dolls and dress-ups anymore. Now she wants makeup and hair chalk. She wants to be with her friends as often as she can and when they aren't together, she wants to be on the phone with them. I love to watch her grow up but, at the same time it makes my heart so sad. Let's not talk about it, it makes me cry.

This little lady is six weeks old. B doesn't love this picture, but I love that she's awake and just hanging out. A lady in our ward is trying to teach herself how to take pictures of babies and wanted to practice with her. She didn't want any money, just to use our baby. I thought it was a great trade off. Truthfully we got the better end of the deal. We got to keep the pictures and the baby. She's still tiny. She's still in newborn diapers and clothes. 0-3 month size clothes are way too big for her. She smiles a lot, especially when she's sleeping. We all love having her around.

 Here, let me give you some picture proof.

 He was watching her as she slept. When she started to wake up he got all excited and yelled,"She's waking up! I can see her eyes!" 

One day he said,"Oh she's so cute! Her face is so cute! Her eyes are so cute, they are the cutest part of her face."

I had laid her down on her tummy and gone to do dishes or something and when I turned around, they had all gathered around her. It's safe to say that we all love this little one.

What else, what else? Oh! We must have lived here about two years. I'm getting the itch to move. Ever since we left Utah, we've only stayed in one place for two years or a little longer. I saw a picture of New Zealand and toyed with the idea of living over seas. New Zealand looked beautiful and I love the way people talk there. The same week I was thinking of New Zealand I had a group text conversation with my sisters. I. Love. My. Sisters! They are so funny! I love that we can and do talk about everything.We talk about kids and life and weird things that our mom does that we do too. We talk about hiding food from husbands and kids. Which I think is kind of weird, but, if you don't want to share then hide it in an empty tampon box. No one looks in there. We decided that hiding food in ones bra whilst it's on isn't a great hiding spot. We also talk about things I would only talk to a sister about. Nothing too serious, I was still laughing so hard that the other parents at K's basketball practice distanced themselves. After talking with them and laughing so hard I was crying, I threw New Zealand out the window. I need my sisters and I need to live close to them. That's all really. 

I don't have anything else to say. I kind of feel like I'm coming to the end of a phone conversation where neither person has anything else to add and there's that awkward pause because neither of you know how to get off the phone. So, I'm going to hypothetically get off the phone like I do with my siblings. Make it short and sweet and don't give them time to answer when you say,"K, love ya. bye." 

She's here!

I'm not gonna lie, not being pregnant is a wonderful, wonderful thing. I know that there are so many women/families that can't have babies or can't have babies when they want them. My heart truly breaks for them. I feel like that is one of the many injustices in life. However, I am not one of the lucky women that sail through pregnancy. I don't enjoy anything about it and to say that I am so thankful it's over for me would be a gross understatement. M is the only one of our babies that came on her own, that's why she's our favorite. Truthfully, we tell all of our children they're our favorite for one reason or another. M's our favorite because she came 10 days early. K's our favorite because he's so sweet and very empathetic. Little B's our favorite because he was the easiest baby and a champion sleeper. Anyway, since our most recent wasn't coming on her own even though I tried to make her come by doing things like shoveling the driveway, or hacking away at the ice that had formed at the end of our driveway with a shovel. But, to no avail, she was content to stay right where she was. My Dr. took pity on me and induced me. I had to be at the hospital at 6:00 a.m. I was hopeful that the Dr would come in on his rounds at 7:00 and break my water. I knew that as soon as my water was broken that things would happen really fast. But, the Dr came and went and didn't break my water. That did not fill me with warm fuzzies and feelings of gratitude for said Dr. So, instead of having a baby by 8:00 in the morning, I laid in a hospital bed waiting for the Dr to come back on his lunch and break my water. I told B as we were waiting that I should have brought my own crochet needle and broken my own water. The annoying nurse kept coming in and telling me to get up and walk around because walking would help move things along. Truly I wanted to punch her in the face. I wanted to tell her that I didn't want to walk around, that I wanted an epidural and wanted my water to be broken and to have a baby so I didn't have to be heavy with child any more. But, I controlled myself and didn't punch her in the face. Instead I got up and walked around. As you can imagine, walking in circles in a hospital room gets old pretty fast. But, walk in circles for hours is what I did. The Dr. came back on his lunch break and broke my water. I am so happy that I had an anesthesia provider hanging out with me in the room. As soon as the Dr left the room B was all ready to stab me in the back 😀.

 I truly loved that he was able to do my epidural. He did an amazing job! My only complaint was that his hands were freezing! The nurse was weird and was hesitant to take the picture because of stupid HIPPA. But we promised her that we wouldn't sew her or the hospital and so she agreed to do it. She told us that we can't put it on social media because it would get her in trouble. A blog doesn't count as social media right? Aaanyway, the Dr. broke my water at 1:15. B was done with the epidural by 1:30, I was complete and pushing by 2:20 and she was born at 2:36. I tell ya,this body was made to shoot humans out of it's who ha ha!

She was 6 pounds 4 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long. Right before she was born the nurse asked me if I wanted to do skin to skin once she was out. I am a horrible mother and I didn't even hesitate before I said,"As long as she's cleaned off. That's disgusting if she's not." The nurse looked at me like I had offended her and all her ancestors. She said that some people really like it. I told her that's fine, but I am not one of those people and I want to hold our baby once she's clean.

We lay our kids next to a stuffed animal and take a picture. We take a new picture of them once a month and then give them the stuffed animal on their first birthday. We should have taken her out of the blanket. She's so tiny but you can't tell because of the bulkiness of the blanket.

On our kids birthdays, we put a happy birthday sign above their bedroom door. We didn't want her to feel left out, so we made a tiny happy birthday sign for her to lay under.

 Our kids were so excited to meet her! When they walked in and saw her, little B came over to her and in a really high pitched voice said,"OHHHHH! She's so tiny! Look at her toes, they are so tiny!" All of us are so happy that she's here. She's a really good baby and only cries if she's hungry or poopy. I feel like we've all adjusted really well to having her around and we all look forward to longer stretches of sleep at night because truthfully, I take being woken up at night as a personal attack and I don't love it that's for dang sure!