tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10230044675868478892024-02-18T23:53:29.879-05:00Bad Cook, Great BakerElizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-16599622649443830582023-04-04T15:45:00.000-04:002023-04-04T15:45:20.739-04:00Lucy + Isaiah: A Twin Birth Story<p>Look at me, really keeping up with this blog! Last entry was Chloe's birth story, almost three years ago. But hey, we've been a bit busy over here and this blog is not at all on my priority list. I do<b> love </b>coming back and reading the birth stories of each of my kiddos (<a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2015/08/aiden-grace.html" target="_blank">Aiden</a>, <a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2017/10/emerson-charlotte-birth-story.html" target="_blank">Emerson</a> and <a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2020/06/chloe-kaye-birth-story.html" target="_blank">Chloe</a>), so of course I have to document the twinsies!</p><p>Ok, we can start at the beginning. Adam and I found out we were pregnant with twins in July... surprise of a lifetime! Maybe I'll go back and document that fun chapter at some point, but for now I'll fast forward to their birth stories.</p><p>I was thankful for a "boring" pregnancy, as our MFM (Maternal-Fetal Medicine doctor) called it. Babies always measured great and I had no complications (except <i>lots</i> of discomfort as we got to the end). I continued to see midwives at the OB office and my visits there were par for the course, and they were wonderful advocating on my behalf. I really wanted to have a vaginal delivery, but was at the mercy of the babies' positions and which doctor was on call when I went to deliver. I really appreciated that I felt heard by my whole care team, and also tried to be very open-handed during the whole pregnancy. Yes, I'd LOVE an easy peasy vaginal birth, but I also knew twins were a whole new ballgame and was open to whatever had to happen for the babies to arrive healthy. I know that I serve a God who cares about all the details and leaves nothing to chance, and was thankful to feel at peace about all the things during pregnancy. </p><p>Dr. Nathan, our MFM, wanted me to deliver between 37-38 weeks, not going past the 38 week mark. He said the risk of stillbirth goes up at 38 weeks, and by 37 weeks their lungs are about 98% mature. His words were "You don't have much to gain, but you have a lot to lose by going any further." I've never been induced before and was really hoping the twins would show up beforehand, but was also very at peace with Dr. Nathan's recommendation for induction. It was bizarre having a literal eviction date. Except the annoyance of "maybe you'll get in, maybe you won't" with inductions.</p><p>Ok, fast forward to 36 weeks. I went in for my final MFM appointment on Monday, Feb 6 and Isaiah had flipped breech! The twins were transverse for a good bit of the pregnancy, but Lucy went head down around 30ish weeks, and Isaiah stayed kind of sideways/head down. And then, of course, turns breech one week before his eviction notice. Adam thought I was panicking, but I really wasn't. As "Baby B", I knew his starting position really didn't matter. Head down would be awesome, but I knew there was a chance he could flip anyway once Baby A (Lucy) was delivered. Still, I prayed and prayed he would flip back around so he would be in the best place when it was go time. Side note: We really liked Dr. Nathan. We always felt heard by him and he was also on board for a vaginal delivery. Seems silly to be appreciative of someone agreeing with our birth plan of having the babies come out the way nature intended, but I was also shocked at the things I heard with how many people immediately opt for a c-section or how many doctors won't even attempt vaginal deliveries with twins. Don't get me wrong, there is NOTHING wrong with a c-section, we definitely just felt like we were in the minority for wanting a vaginal birth. At our last appointment he said, "Alright, you've had 3 vaginal births - let's make it 5!".</p><p>The next day, Tuesday, February 7, was my OB appointment. And wouldn't you know it - Isaiah was back to head down! Thank you, Jesus. I was able to see Rachel for this appointment, which was just the kindness of God. She only works 1-2 days/month at that office and I missed her so much this pregnancy. (She delivered Emerson and Chloe.) She was so kind to still put up with all of my texts this time around. :) She said it was probably a good sign that Isaiah was flipping around so easily, because it may mean he'd be easy to flip if things got weird during delivery (ha! more on that later). Since I was being induced the next week(!), she went ahead and checked me. I was 3cm and 50% effaced, so I consumed all the dates, red raspberry leaf and evening primrose oil in hopes to get my cervix ready to roll for the induction. (Update, I was the exact same when I showed up for my induction, so that stuff seemed to do... nothing.) </p><p>The two doctors at my practice who are comfortable trying to flip a breech Baby B or delivering a breech Baby B were on call Monday, February 13 and Tuesday, February 14. Again, God and His attention to detail! We tried to get scheduled for Monday, with the hopes that if the labor took awhile I'd have a 48 hour period to get one of those doctors. I got the call on Wednesday, February 8 that I was all set for Monday! (Although, there's no real confirmation. It all depends on how busy L&D is, whether or not they can fit you in. Fun times!) </p><p>Fast forward to Monday morning, February 13th - I had my final OB appointment at 8:15am. Rachel was hopeful that I could just walk over to L&D after that appointment, if they hadn't called me in yet. The babies looked great on the ultrasound, and Adam asked the sonographer if she could tell the midwife there was something " wrong" so they could go ahead and admit me. (Classic Adam.) She didn't, but the midwife Marilee, went to bat for us and called over to L&D to try to get us in. The charge nurse apparently wasn't very pleasant, but Marilee was able to get us in at noon! Adam and I had a great morning together: breakfast at Waffle House and then exploring the third floor of Macy's since the mall didn't open until 11am. Then we did some mall walking and made our way back to the hospital! Eeeek! (Another God note... since my delivery I've seen quite a few women on some local Facebook groups complaining that they were supposed to be induced on X date and they'd been sitting around for DAYS waiting to finally get a call. God is so kind. So involved in all the details.)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGk0iFN2J-ex2BYaCD8RFtja1yEzIc8vFQ-pIEYsOzZDTuKsoTElv8CQEUz3wuzpbADWofr7Obevz582eqeSwXqxTEaPufH4bXdRBZxjoGTV9Fe00gFimwy0Dn0giYCYLoDKS7reO4qdyttLv0ZJFIC9PiDzz3pB1nkQ8wDRWF-evztL_c8Iy6N1UwQ/s2100/IMG_1624.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="1576" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGk0iFN2J-ex2BYaCD8RFtja1yEzIc8vFQ-pIEYsOzZDTuKsoTElv8CQEUz3wuzpbADWofr7Obevz582eqeSwXqxTEaPufH4bXdRBZxjoGTV9Fe00gFimwy0Dn0giYCYLoDKS7reO4qdyttLv0ZJFIC9PiDzz3pB1nkQ8wDRWF-evztL_c8Iy6N1UwQ/s320/IMG_1624.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Final prego picture... in the Macy's bathroom!</i></p><p>It was so weird arriving to the hospital and not being in labor. At all. We parked the car and I turned around thinking, "The next time I see this car we'll have two babies in car seats." We got checked in at noon and sat in the waiting area until 12:57 when we got called back (another big shoutout to Adam for taking amazing notes during this labor and delivery!). Jude was our first nurse, and she was so great. I got all hooked up and then met with Olga, the midwife on call. She got me started on Pitocin around 2:30pm. She started me at a 2 and said they would increase it every 30 minutes or so until things really started happening. The max was 20 and then they'd have to re-evaluate. Olga said she was confident she'd see our babies before she left (at 7:30am the next morning). </p><p>Speaking of going to bat for us, Olga and Dr. Webb tried to get permission for us to deliver in our labor and delivery room, but hospital policy is that twins have to be delivered in the OR regardless of how they're being delivered. Again, I was so thankful for a team that seemed to really respect our wishes and advocate for us.</p><p>Back to the induction... oof. I was still 3cm dilated and 50% effaced when I arrived, but assumed once they plugged in that Pitocin these babies would come flying out. (Throwback to Chloe's birth, which was about 5 hours total.) Well, that wasn't the case. At around 3:30pm, the Pitocin was at a 6 and I started feeling some tightening. Nothing painful or uncomfortable at all, but at least <i>something</i> was starting to happen. At 6:00pm, I was at 10 on the Pitocin, but contractions were still very mild. They decided not to increase the Pitocin for awhile since my contractions were consistently 2 minutes apart. (Of course I was like, "Crank that bad boy up! Let's get going!" Thankfully, I was not in charge.) I got out of the bed to stand up and sit on a yoga ball, and the contractions seemed to stop altogether. It was pretty annoying that I had to be stuck to the monitors the whole time - THREE monitors (one for contractions and one for each baby). Our nurse changed to Nic around 7:30pm. She was so wonderful and full of great insight. She had been a L&D nurse for 19 years, and specifically at Kennestone for 11 years. </p><p>I was really starting to get discouraged in the evening. It felt like nothing was happening! Nic and Olga both kept reassuring me that I was doing great and the babies were handling the induction beautifully, but I had a really bad attitude (and I was hungry) and could not shake it. I kept having to boss my brain around, reminding myself how at peace I had felt about this induction and that God is in all the details. But that was quite the battle! In addition to the Pitocin, I tested positive for Group B Strep so had to be on antibiotics. I just hated sitting around getting pumped full of drugs. I really missed the kids and honestly just wanted to rip out my IV and go home. I also had this thought in the back of my mind that they were going to just send me home anyway because I wasn't making enough progress. (I'm not dramatic, AT ALL.) Of course, Adam was just the greatest and so patient and encouraging. </p><p>At 9:00pm they increased the Pitocin to 14, and I moved back to the bed with my bad attitude for the next few hours. The contractions still weren't painful, but they were annoying enough that I couldn't sleep. Plus my head was SO itchy. I swear it was a side effect from the Group B Strep antibiotics, but Nic didn't seem to think so. It was so bizarre and finally passed, but being annoyed PLUS being itchy? Goodbye. I didn't feel like watching TV so I just sat there and complained for hours. Adam is the luckiest! (Random side note: Adam was getting coffee in the hall and ran into a friend of ours from church. His wife was also in labor! Their daughter was born about 3 hours before the twins.) </p><p>At 12:30am (Happy Valentine's Day!) Olga asked if she could break Lucy's water. Um, yes please. And downnnnn came the river! So. Much. Fluid. It kept coming and coming, and I felt like I was sitting in a lake. Olga also checked me and I was 4cm. I didn't think I'd made much progress, so that wasn't surprising. Luckily, breaking her water sped things up. Contractions started getting uncomfortable around 1:00am and by 2:00am I was in full on eyes-closed-"ooommm-ing" mode. I got the epidural at 3:00am (with the same anesthesiologist who did Chloe's - which was the best! Another sweet gift from God.) and then hung out on the bed with the peanut ball. I was finally in a better mood because I knew things were happening! (God's patience blows me away. Truly. Daily. I am so undeserving.) When I got the epidural, the doctor asked how dilated I was. Nic said "We're going to say a 6." She checked me after I got the epidural and wouldn't you know it - I was at 6cm. </p><p>At 4:30am they turned off the Pitocin because my body was contracting too much. Nic thought it may be because I was dehydrated, which made sense because I had barely drank any water to avoid having to make too many trips to the bathroom with my 27 cords. I started chugging water and the contractions chilled out and my body finally got the memo and labor progressed without anymore Pitocin. Hooray! Nic said she guessed the babies would be here between 6:00-7:00am.</p><p>Nic came in around 5:00am asking if I felt "pushy", because my contractions looked like I was ready to push. I said nope and had no interest in pushing until necessary. About 5:45am I told Adam to go get Nic because my lady parts felt weird. (Full disclosure, it felt like a head was just sitting in my vagina.) Nic checked me and immediately felt Lucy's head. I was at a <a href="https://www.registerednursern.com/fetal-station-maternity-nursing-review/" target="_blank">+3 station</a>... it was time to head to the OR!</p><p>Nic called Olga and Adam put on his scrubs. Nic said "This is the part where you meet all my friends!" She wasn't kidding, that OR was packed! Olga, Dr. Webb, Nic, anesthesiologist, a team for each baby, more nurses for me. It was a party. I was wheeled into the OR and everyone took a couple minutes to get everything set. It was surreal seeing TWO warming beds for the babies! (Fun and obvious fact about an operating table, it's not meant to be used to push out a baby. They were able to rig it so I was at a bit of an incline, because I was like "Uh, I can't push laying flat on my back.")</p><p>It was go time! I pushed three times through one contraction and out came Lucy at 6:05am! (Shoutout to Nic for accurately guessing their arrival time.) Olga put her on my belly and I was able to get some snuggles and kisses, and Adam was able to cut the cord. She was still covered in vernix caseosa (or as Adam called it, white gross stuff), but was the cutest little peanut. I remember looking at her and thinking, "You don't look like any of the kids!" In the weeks since, we think she favors Aiden. Then the nurses took her to the warming table and I looked down to see Dr. Webb shoulder deep in my uterus. (Literally. He was wearing one of those long cow insemination gloves.) I knew something was up, because - well, THAT was happening. But also because Olga had delivered Lucy and I knew Dr. Webb was only in there for backup if something weird happened with Isaiah. Well, something weird happened with Isaiah. He flipped transverse after Lucy came out. (Olga said Lucy used him as a spring board.) It was a stressful few minutes as Dr. Webb tried to flip him by doing who knows what inside me while simultaneously using his other arm to try to turn him from the outside. Adam said he overheard him with his arm up there saying "That's not what I'm supposed to be feeling." He was in the zone. Nurses were asking him questions and he didn't even respond to anyone. I'm grateful for his experience, confidence and diligence in those moments! I'm not really sure what happened next, but he said "push!" Adam said he looked down and saw Dr. Webb holding Isaiah's feet in one hand, with the other hand still up inside me and looked like he was trying to start a lawn mower.</p><p>Isaiah made his debut at 6:12am and they put him on my belly. He was completely gray with his eyes wide open and just looked lifeless. As quickly as they put him on my belly, they grabbed him and took him to the warming table and cut his umbilical cord on the way over. I just kept asking "Is he ok? Is he ok?" I'll never forget how limp his body looked as they rushed him over to the table. He honestly looked dead. It was terrifying. Olga kept saying "He's fine, he's just stunned." but we could feel panic in the room for what felt like a million years (probably ten seconds). They had to give him CPR and put a mask on him, and called in a NICU nurse who came running in. Then we heard them say "We have a heartrate" and Adam saw his pulse on the screen. It felt like the whole room exhaled and we could tell the nurses were no longer concerned (even though Adam and I were!). They kept reassuring us he was fine and he was getting more pink. I remember looking over at Lucy, just laying on her warming table with one nurse, while Isaiah's warming table had about 7 people crammed around it. Once he was a bit more stable, they invited brought Adam over to see his son. I finally exhaled when I heard his little whimper. I think those few moments shortened my life by 10 years. He ended up breaking his clavicle, but Praise God it didn't seem to cause him any pain and healed on it's own in about two weeks.</p><p><i>A quick recap in Adam's words: I was so torn, standing right in the middle of the triangle, trying to be 3 places at once - loving on my new baby girl, comforting Lizzie and telling her it will all be ok and Isaiah will be ok, and trying to see/find out what is happening with him. Finally a nurse brought me over and told me he was fine, and his stats are all good. She said that they were a little worried that he might have broken some bones since he was manhandled and pulled out, but things are looking normal. <span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;"> </span></i></p><p>I will say, I always felt confident he was going to be ok. My friend, Katie, at The HOPE Center told me something when I was in my early second trimester. There had been a lot of sad baby news around us: Kay's twin grandson passed away at 6 weeks old after his mama fought and fought for him and his brother during pregnancy, Laura's niece had a stillborn daughter two days before her scheduled c-section, Suzy was dealing with scary stuff with her twin pregnancy - just a lot. I'm usually good at separating myself from that kind of stuff, but it was really starting to weigh on me. I still couldn't feel the twins moving at that point in the pregnancy, which heightened my anxiousness. Katie, who was one of our ultrasound techs, came to me one morning at work when I was feeling especially anxious. (I was actually going to ask her to scan the babies for reassurance, but was fighting myself on that. I didn't want to look for quick reassurance every time I felt panicky. I wanted to rely on and trust in God and His goodness.) She said, "I never do this and this is awkward, but I felt God wanted me to tell you that your babies are going to be a-ok. And I'm sorry if that's not even on your mind and now I just freaked you out, but He told me to tell you." GUYS. The kindness of God. There are no words. Fast forward to the delivery room, and that moment came rushing back. I kept staring at the team working on Isaiah and reminding myself of God's promise, that my babies were going to be a-ok.</p><p>Once Isaiah got the jump start he needed, he was great! I was able to have both of my babies on me before we even left the OR. Two babies. The whole pregnancy the thought of twins felt so surreal. I would tell people it would probably feel real once they were actually here. But then they arrived and I had my son and daughter on my chest and I still couldn't believe it!</p><p>Dr. Webb was amazing. I'm so thankful he (and his years and years of experience) were there to deliver Isaiah. He came to our room after delivery and told us we made the right choice delivering vaginally and that he could tell Isaiah would be fine. He also said, "I assumed by his name that you're believers, so I said a prayer for him while he was on the table." Amazing. He came to visit us again before we were discharged and told me I was a great pusher. Haha. </p><p>After delivery, the hospital stay was pretty chill! My mom's neighbor is a Mother/Baby nurse and was able to reserve us the "best" room, which was so sweet. I was so glad the big girls got to come meet them in the hospital! Because of COVID, they couldn't do that with Chloe. (Chloe didn't come to the hospital because she had a stomach bug. Goodness gracious. Let's just say by the end of the week, I felt like the twins' delivery was the least eventful part of our week.) They were born Tuesday morning and we were home by Wednesday evening. </p><p>And here we are, almost 7 weeks later with our Valentine's babies and we have all survived! Two babies is a LOT, but we are so thankful that they're here and they're healthy... and that we have the greatest support system of all time to help out!</p><p>Praise God who is in all the details and leaves nothing to chance!</p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Lucy Elizabeth</div><div style="text-align: center;">February 14, 2023</div><div style="text-align: center;">6:05am</div><div style="text-align: center;">6lbs</div><div style="text-align: center;">20 inches</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAqfFpM5HdDqga0wGaZuQTmDyNnpi_V-f7RA5_8XQQqTsAqDOppmnN3g6EucZuGR2lrl5VY9YQ_6A7_zGFdQt9100NR9dK89F3GhZveKRqWcAfcvhvQNERaB6EcF_90LpA8Tm6qoLx_7V6q9KYfNwYhbo2nw0CsjFgZcjzsFh8e6MRPrAYO3vuKf9_w/s4032/IMG_1869.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAqfFpM5HdDqga0wGaZuQTmDyNnpi_V-f7RA5_8XQQqTsAqDOppmnN3g6EucZuGR2lrl5VY9YQ_6A7_zGFdQt9100NR9dK89F3GhZveKRqWcAfcvhvQNERaB6EcF_90LpA8Tm6qoLx_7V6q9KYfNwYhbo2nw0CsjFgZcjzsFh8e6MRPrAYO3vuKf9_w/s320/IMG_1869.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Isaiah David</div><div style="text-align: center;">February 14, 2023</div><div style="text-align: center;">6:12am</div><div style="text-align: center;">5lbs 15oz</div><div style="text-align: center;">19.75 inches</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFl52lLm3DyIEHgYoFIvhdQBwBQw6Z9nAeQM9cQHr57P8iT4jfw5Xqk1N9uecQMjYbtq74WOJ9yKDlDGDX1aBYCdR7GbIxmZYWFmIcSMFE23KRrCQOCQzE6Hbn-ODISGfDp_kzJeA0v8up8e1F8TRoM86Erv2lVJnvn4zVTT6ISd8kD4fF76mVecaSKg/s4032/IMG_1863.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFl52lLm3DyIEHgYoFIvhdQBwBQw6Z9nAeQM9cQHr57P8iT4jfw5Xqk1N9uecQMjYbtq74WOJ9yKDlDGDX1aBYCdR7GbIxmZYWFmIcSMFE23KRrCQOCQzE6Hbn-ODISGfDp_kzJeA0v8up8e1F8TRoM86Erv2lVJnvn4zVTT6ISd8kD4fF76mVecaSKg/s320/IMG_1863.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Baker Twins! Pinch me.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5IaHo8jcSIXtNuKQj8rwp13a4w2CuZ4VT_DBJHrQ4kihAWd47StA_bkha3v4ehdfi4C_JUUnowu5DbCV5rVbnx370PAHl9MVu_wGUqNoPcXbjAUSfcuM85FJrX7iZMf_1O7gPRUMt8gywdKmSgjUwCe7RmCFmIyZS1HzoNHxA-G28rjlLfyZVIBVZA/s4032/IMG_1669.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE5IaHo8jcSIXtNuKQj8rwp13a4w2CuZ4VT_DBJHrQ4kihAWd47StA_bkha3v4ehdfi4C_JUUnowu5DbCV5rVbnx370PAHl9MVu_wGUqNoPcXbjAUSfcuM85FJrX7iZMf_1O7gPRUMt8gywdKmSgjUwCe7RmCFmIyZS1HzoNHxA-G28rjlLfyZVIBVZA/s320/IMG_1669.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Our first moments together!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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TWO new babies on your chest!<br /></i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-IsVENLBKYzYsNNny6xY7Nz55TIBR8zUKfrhK1_E8wRP8sBkZRbySmdwWdrly5uMrN0x6fk_N2gofM8Gt6pM02N1vgyWEAgzki2EwumtpfOpXac3WNTFIV5ALjsqLer82UrLOHaJ-K45oV5B4rjmY8nGoYkm6gdL2v4x_Elny3yk4MG4KJUJzz7uMQ/s3088/IMG_1664.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-IsVENLBKYzYsNNny6xY7Nz55TIBR8zUKfrhK1_E8wRP8sBkZRbySmdwWdrly5uMrN0x6fk_N2gofM8Gt6pM02N1vgyWEAgzki2EwumtpfOpXac3WNTFIV5ALjsqLer82UrLOHaJ-K45oV5B4rjmY8nGoYkm6gdL2v4x_Elny3yk4MG4KJUJzz7uMQ/s320/IMG_1664.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><i>Chloe meeting the babies after getting home from her own trip from the hospital. Ay caramba.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnVNAjdqNsjUhlmA7x8EFrnx9U_ChBzzblLLIwrUJ7iJWy4t_KBdvEbaeWSn__iZZrKO_mwJmVoUnBar6RaFi6F9tB3LM_VKQ9m7C7R2hY_upAjgcsgGxtlsm89I47iGHLwsKmy7CWt2MFmjNPCrFU1R-C7BbtLjHk0klgerxHQ5DBFU5HsRZa_S3ig/s4032/IMG_6762.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnVNAjdqNsjUhlmA7x8EFrnx9U_ChBzzblLLIwrUJ7iJWy4t_KBdvEbaeWSn__iZZrKO_mwJmVoUnBar6RaFi6F9tB3LM_VKQ9m7C7R2hY_upAjgcsgGxtlsm89I47iGHLwsKmy7CWt2MFmjNPCrFU1R-C7BbtLjHk0klgerxHQ5DBFU5HsRZa_S3ig/s320/IMG_6762.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div>We've been overwhelmed by our incredible support system. Grandma & Grandpa, Nonna & Papa - and so many other family and friends who have loved on us in so many ways!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you, God. For all the things.</div>Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-11461467768494896602020-06-27T12:32:00.008-04:002021-02-03T12:47:51.568-05:00Chloe Kaye: A Birth StoryHere I am, writing my third birth story. And our third GIRL birth story! What a gift. I actually already wrote most of this, and then it didn't save. COOL. Needless to say, life is hectic and I'm honestly shocked I got this done before she turns one month old on June 25. (Haha, wishful thinking! Here we are on June 27... close!) I also wrote <a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2015/08/aiden-grace.html" target="_blank">Aiden</a>'s and <a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2017/10/emerson-charlotte-birth-story.html" target="_blank">Emerson</a>'s birth stories, which I love to go back and re-read. Congratulations to Chloe for winning favorite labor and birth!<br />
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Let's start at the very beginning... a very good place to start. And when referencing pregnancy and birth, most places in the story can be a little TMI for the average Joe. I warned you in advance!<br />
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I'll start with my prayers during this pregnancy. For starters, the 6-8 weeks prior to Chloe's arrival were mentally tough. We were dealing with gross (but not harmful) kid stuff and I thought my mind was going to explode. Not to mention the COVID19 pandemic taking over the world. (Honestly, this really didn't stress me out a ton, but I'm sure subconsciously it was affecting me.) I have so much more empathy for people with actual anxiety now. I have never felt so out of control of my own thoughts and emotions, even when I spent so much of my day praying. Ay caramba. Adam was a wonderful support, but I'm sure even he thought I was going a bit nuts. And then I felt totally guilty, because I hadn't spent much time or energy praying over the sweet baby growing in my belly! (A big part of me didn't even want to include this bummer part, because I don't want to relive it! But it's part of the story.) Anyway, back to my basic prayer requests... I wanted her to be healthy (duh); a quick, vaginal birth; and for her to be delivered by Rachel or Dani. (They delivered Emerson and I changed practices with Chloe to follow them! It was even written in my chart that one of them was to be called when I arrived in labor so they could come in and deliver. I was so grateful for that personal touch.) I don’t pray for personality traits for my kids, because I know God has already crafted them into their own perfect little people. I did, however, pray that this chick would be a snuggler and a good sleeper!<br />
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I guess I'll start with our fun trip to triage. On Saturday, May 9 we were planning to go to my parents' for brunch to celebrate Mother's Day. I hadn't really been feeling Chloe much that morning. I still <i>felt</i> her, but her movements seemed a lot more muted. I wasn't super concerned because I did in fact feel her, but something felt off. I texted Rachel, my bestie midwife, just to fill her in. She was actually on call, so she called me and asked me to come in to have everything checked out. Conveniently, we were already on the way to my parents', who live approximately 2 miles from the hospital. We picked up brunch, dropped it off with the girls and then headed to the hospital. After being checked into triage and hooked up to the machines for awhile, she still wasn't being super active, so they gave me some cran-grape juice (this will always taste like the hospital to me!) to get her moving. She <i>still </i>wasn't as active as they'd like (and apparently I was having contractions every 2 minutes), so Rachel said they wanted to do a biophysical profile ultrasound. Chloe needed to score an 8 or we would be induced. Well, the ultrasound took forever and she ended up scoring a 6. The ultrasound tech didn't say anything about it (she was chatty and great!), but Adam and I saw the score and were like "Uh oh. Are we about to have a baby??" Rachel came back in and said even though Chloe scored a 6, she was confident all was well. She then said "So you can either head home or you can stay here to be induced. It's up to you." Adam and I were like "What?? No. We're going home." Not that it was part of our decision making process, but we honestly hadn't even packed our bags. I was scheduled for a follow-up ultrasound in the office on Monday and was told if Chloe pulled this stunt again I would need to be induced. She looked great on Monday (praise God!), so the waiting continued. Crazy to think it took her more than two weeks from that triage visit to finally arrive. Oof. Adam and I also think about what would have happened if we had said yes to the induction. She obviously was not ready to arrive. I'm glad we decided (and had the option!) to let my body go into labor.<div><br /></div><div>Ok, I'll jump back in at my 40 week appointment on Wednesday, May 20. I was 40 weeks 1 day and OVER being pregnant. (True story, I cried in the parking garage before I even went in.) At this point, I hadn't had any contractions at all in two days (after having them for weeks). I saw Rachel that day who could empathize because her third was ten days late. (I almost cried when she reminded me.) Chloe was measuring 38/39 weeks and I was 1cm dilated, 30% effaced and -3 station. I didn't get checked prior, but since I was past my due date she needed to see where I was. Honestly, I didn't care. I don't think my body really does anything until I'm in labor. With Aiden, I was only 3cm after laboring for a solid 24 hours. With Emerson, I was only 2cm about 10 hours after my water broke. Rachel stripped my membranes, and again I didn't think much of it. I don't think I know anyone who had that work? She said it would kick my body into gear IF my body was ready to go into labor. Basically the straw that broke the camel's back. We scheduled an induction for the next week - Wednesday, May 27. My other favorite midwife, Dani, would be on call. I felt a brief moment of peace that I would NOT make it to my next appointment (Tuesday, May 26) or the induction. I believed and prayed for that to be true up until home girl finally made her appearance, but obviously had some panicked moments in the days leading up to her birth. (SHE'S NEVER COMING OUTTTTT.)<br />
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As expected, stripping my membranes didn't put me into labor, but I did lose a lot more of mucus plug the following days. (I had already lost some of it wayyy back on May 4. Why do I keep track of all these ridiculous details??)<br />
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I had more contractions on and off starting Saturday (May 23). They were especially annoying, because they didn’t go anywhere and I was four days overdue. The Bakers were kind enough to take the girls on Sunday (May 24), so Adam and I had a day to ourselves. We walked around the neighborhood, walked the Leita Thompson trail, walked around the neighborhood again, grabbed a couple smoothies and went home to relax. I actually took four walks that day - desperation. We decided to watch Black Panther and I had contractions every 3-7 minutes throughout most of the movie. I knew they were Braxton Hicks, because they didn't hurt, they weren't consistent and they stopped as soon as I stood up. (Coolio!) We went to dinner at the Bakers, which was a wonderful distraction from the fact that I STILL HADN'T HAD THIS BABY. We went to bed and I woke up with a few contractions between 3am - 6am. Honestly, I was angry. I had been woken up the night before with contractions that didn't go anywhere either and I was just over it.<br />
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I woke up on Monday morning (May 25) and saw a little bit of blood. I texted Rachel and she said it was normal and just meant my body was trying to get something started. Sigh, the wait continued. I was up before the rest of the family and took a long walk by myself to re-center myself with Jesus. I was just so frustrated that I was frustrated. I knew she’d eventually show up. This was my third kid, for goodness' sake. Still, the enemy kept trying to convince me that my body was failing me. I loudly declared that God is not a lazy engineer! He doesn’t create babies through this miraculous process and then forget to take them out. ANYWAY. So yeah, I walked about 3 miles. Cried for a bit of it. Ya know. Normal end of pregnancy crazy. I went to the pond across the street and just sat there for a bit (Adam didn't know where I was and when he did 'Find My Friends' it looked like I was sitting in the middle of the lake. He texted me "Did you go for a swim??"). I really needed the alone time to center myself with God, and take the focus off of myself and my situation.<br />
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The fam was awake when I got back. I didn't have much of an appetite, but forced myself to eat some strawberries while they ate breakfast. We went to Dupree Park as a family and did a fun little nature walk. When we got home, I went to the grocery store. We had approximately no food in the house and even though I was boycotting the grocery store until after the baby arrived, I guess I needed to feed the rest of my family. I was really uncomfortable at the grocery store. I wasn't having contractions or anything, just uncomfortable. I came home and ate a banana (still not much of an appetite) and then took a bath around 12:30pm to see if I could get more comfortable while Adam and the girls played. I had one contraction in the bathtub, but didn't think anything of it since I HAD BEEN HAVING THEM FOR TEN YEARS.<br />
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I got out of the tub and went downstairs to watch a show with the girls around 1:30pm. I lay down with them, had one really strong contraction and felt the pop of my water break. I stood up and Adam looked at me funny. I said “Um, either my water just broke or it was bath water.” To which Adam replied with “Bath water?? What does that even mean??” Adam wanted me to text Rachel (who happened to be on call - God is so kind) to see if bath water was even a real answer. I told him it didn't really matter - if it was my water, it would keep coming and contractions would eventually start. Plus, we would labor at home for awhile anyway. I promised him I would reach out to her if nothing happened in the next few hours. Well, that water kept coming and the contractions started quickly after.<br />
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It was my dad's birthday, so initially we thought we'd just see how the afternoon went... maybe go over to my parents' after Emerson woke up from her nap, maybe drop the girls off there and then head to the hospital, maybe hang out for dinner - the options were endless. But then the contractions kept coming.. fast. They were pretty mild, but consistently coming every 2-4 minutes. Adam decided to call my mom at 2:26pm (shout out to Adam for taking specific notes again!) who was at the grocery store. He told her to take her time, but to plan to come to our house because this was clearly happening. But then contractions REALLY got intense so fast and I needed Adam to help me through them. (He proudly reigns as BEST BIRTH COACH OF ALL TIME.) Adam called my mom back 8 minutes later (haha) and told her to come now. Bless her heart, she dropped her grocery cart and headed right over.<br />
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We called Rachel and she answered by saying "Are we having a baby today??" (Love her.) Based on when my water broke, she told me to come in by 9pm. I responded with "Yeah, we're heading in pretty soon."<br />
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I made it upstairs at one point, because I was still wearing the clothes my water broke in. (Except I had changed my underwear about three times at that point.) I had no idea what to wear and just stood in the bathroom working through contractions. I ended up throwing on the same dress I wore to the hospital with both Aiden and Emerson. What a weird tradition I kept alive!<br />
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By this point, Emerson was napping and Aiden was watching TV while Adam was trying to get the final things together in between helping me through contractions. Man, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall. He would help me through a contraction then sprint upstairs to do something. Then I'd call for him and he'd run down and the cycle would continue. I'm sure it was hilarious!<br />
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I went and gave Emerson a kiss on her sweaty sleepy forehead while she napped and shed a little tear. My crazy baby was about to become a big sister! I told Aiden we were getting ready to go to the hospital to have Chloe - she was so excited, but you could tell apprehensive as she watched me and Adam work through a few contractions. I think, like me, she settled with the fact that this baby was just never coming out.<br />
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Mom arrived around 3:30pm and we immediately left for the hospital. I told Adam to leave the yoga ball because I was getting the epidural the moment I arrived. He left the yoga ball.. and his wallet. At this point, contractions were every 2 minutes and HARD. I was nervous about getting in the car for 20 minutes, but I said a prayer and somehow got in. Adam killed the coaching, God was kind to clear the roads and we made it to the hospital around 4pm. There was a point while we were in the car where I thought "I don't want to have this baby in the car!". I had a really intense contraction and could feel Chloe drop down during it. It was bizarre.<br />
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Again, I wasn't sure how I was going to get from the car all the way through the parking garage, into the elevator, through the building and up the elevator to triage. (In hindsight, I guess Adam could have dropped me off, but I couldn't not have him with me.) Well, we ran into our first road block when we made it to the hospital door and it was LOCKED. Oh my gosh, I could have died. The sign told us to go to another entrance on the other side of the hospital (nope). Adam dropped everything and started to run to the other entrance, but I yelled at him to just call Rachel. Then I heard him say something in a relieved voice (my eyes were closed 99% of the time once we got in the car). A random man, who I will endearingly call JESUS, happened to walk by and let us in. Adam ran to get me a wheelchair, but with COVID I assumed he wouldn't find one so I just attempted to walk. He found me sitting in a chair further down the hallway... with our bags and everything still back at the door. Priorities, people.<br />
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We got up to triage and I said I wanted the epidural ASAP. I was working through a few contractions standing next to the bed and they told me I had to get in the bed so they could pump me with saline in prep for the epidural. You better believe I found a way to get my booty on that bed. Rachel checked me and I was 6cm. Adam said "Did you hear that?? You're 6cm!" That was exciting, because with the other girls I was barely dilated when I got to the hospital. We were in there for about 40 minutes or so while they monitored baby girl and got me hooked up to the IV of saline. (Side note: I was in the triage room right next to the check-in area. I opened my eyes at one point when we first got in there and the door was open while I was standing next to the bed, completely naked. Cool, cool.) They asked me if I wanted the COVID test and I loudly said "NO". As they opened up the door to roll me to a L&D room I opened my eyes and saw a doctor standing there and he said “We’re all set up in the room, I’ll just follow you down there.” It was the anesthesiologist! I could have cried tears of joy.<div>
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As soon as we got in the room, they moved me into the bed to immediately get the epidural around 4:45pm. (The anesthesiologist kept telling me I was doing a great job controlling my contractions before he got to work. I'm sure he says that to everyone, but of course in hindsight it made me think... "Could I have gone natural?" Adam gets so annoyed when I say that. haha.) I didn't love my epidural with Aiden - I couldn't feel anything from the waist down. I loved the epidural with Emerson because I could still feel pressure, but no pain. The whole time this anesthesiologist was working on me, I kept praying that God would guide his hands and let it set up correctly. Well, God over-delivered. It was glorious. I could still fully move both my legs and feel pressure. Best epidural of all time.<br />
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When I finally opened my eyes, I said "Hi everyone, nice to meet you!" One of the nurses getting me hooked up looked super familiar. I said "Where did you go to high school?" She said "Yeah, we know each other!" Such a small world, she went to high school with my friend Lindsay and was good friends with Adam's freshman year college roommate.<br />
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So then I just got to hang with Rachel and Adam for awhile. I lay on my side and they put a peanut ball between my legs to encourage dilation. I remember they did it with Emerson, too. Rachel went to go do her job after awhile and Adam and I got some time together to soak in that we were going to meet Chloe soon!<br />
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I told our sweet nurse, Margaret Ann, I was feeling some pressure about an hour after got to the room, around 5:55pm. (Well, I told Adam who then told the nurse. He made fun of me because basically my only job was to let them know when I felt pressure. I turned to Adam and said "I think I've been feeling some pressure." He was like "What? Tell them!") She said she'd call Rachel to have her come check me, but then decided to check me herself. Margaret Ann was having a tough time tracking Chloe on the monitor because she kept dropping lower and lower. She checked me and said “Oh, yep. There’s her head. You’re complete.” Adam and I looked at each other and I said “What does that mean?” She said, "You're 10cm. It’s time to have a baby!"<br />
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She called Rachel up and I said I wasn’t really in a rush to start pushing. I’d rather wait for Chloe to come down a bit on her own. I pushed 1.5 hours with the other girls and didn’t really want to do that again if I could avoid it. At 6:10pm, Rachel said we’d try a couple pushes and if I wasn’t really making progress we’d stop and try again later. As soon as I put my feet in the stirrups, she said “Oh, you’re having a baby in the next 10 minutes.”<br />
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I pushed through one contraction and Rachel got suited up... COVID-style. I pushed through the next contraction and then Chloe just kind of slid out on her own. I couldn't really see over my belly, but Adam looked at me and said "She's coming out!" I looked at him and just said "What??" The next thing I know I feel a baby sliding right out of me. Rachel told me to reach down and pull her up to my chest. At 6:16pm, she was here! It was just Adam, Rachel, Margaret Ann and I in the room. (Well, and Chloe.) We had a window in our room and the sun was shining in. It was so peaceful and intimate... it was honestly kind of magical. It felt like we were the only ones in the hospital. Adam prayed over us and I was able to have her on my chest for that amazing golden hour. It was surreal how quickly she came and just so wonderful. I'm sure she cried when she was born, but I look back and just remember this totally zen time meeting our girl.<br />
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Introducing our daughter, Chloe Kaye Baker</div>
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<b><i>Other random notes from Chloe's birth / hospital stay</i></b><br />
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She was so little! I can still picture her little booty as I lifted her up to my chest. Rachel thought she may even be under 6 pounds, but she surprised us all at 6lbs 10oz. Being so little, she immediately reminded me of Aiden, but she quickly made some little Emerson pouts. I think she looks like her own little self, but also has hints of her sisters. She definitely has Emerson's nose!<br />
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Her umbilical cord was around her neck and foot when she came out, but I didn't even notice. Thanks to Rachel for doing some weird magic to untangle her as she was coming out. And thank you Jesus that she was totally fine! I had no tearing or stitches, which was a fun first and led to an incredibly simple physical recovery.<br />
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When the baby nurse arrived, she was rubbing Chloe's back trying to make her angry (rude). Most babies take more time coming down the birth canal, so their chest is compressed and they are able to work out all the gunk in their lungs. Since Chloe came so quickly, she didn't. During our hospital stay, she was constantly trying to work up the fluid in her lungs. It was kind of scary sometimes and GROSS. It was red and brown and would come up in alarming amounts. It's so fascinating to me how the nurses man-handle little babies! But whatever they do seems to work.<br />
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She nursed pretty quickly after delivery and has been a pro since. Something I'm so thankful for!<br />
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Since we're living in the times of COVID, no visitors were allowed. After hearing the horror stories in some other states of women not even allowed to have their spouses with them, I was just thankful that Adam was with me the whole time! Even so, I was bummed that the girls didn't get to come meet her in the hospital. We FaceTimed the girls shortly after she was born, but I honestly don’t really remember it? It was a pretty boring hospital stay without the revolving door of family.<br />
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Speaking of COVID, I initially declined the test in triage, but once we got to our mother/baby room we changed our minds. Since we declined the test, they treated us as if we were positive which meant: if Chloe had to go to the NICU we couldn't go see her until I tested negative; we were quarantined to our room; they wouldn't do the hearing test in the hospital; and all staff had to put on these hazmat suits to enter our room. I decided to get the test, because I knew I wouldn't eat the hospital tray food and knew I needed to get some food in my system for multiple reasons; and we felt bad for our nurses who spent a solid 5 minutes getting dressed and undressed each time they came in. Adam volunteered to get the test, but they said they only test the mom and just assume the dad has the same results. That felt so silly since it was Adam who was leaving the room to go get me food. I was already quarantined in there just being a new mom! This means I had the luxury of getting stabbed in the brain with a q-tip after pushing out a baby. Joy! Thank you, Jesus - I was negative.<br />
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We did a fun pool for Chloe, like we did with the other girls. With her due date being May 19, the latest anyone guessed was May 22. I remember thinking they were MONSTERS, yet home girl didn't even arrive for three more days!<br />
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Ok, I think I covered all the bases. Chloe girl, we love you more than life. We are, once again, overwhelmed by the kindness of God and His good gifts. I'm honored to experience the magic of another baby. Three girls... pinch me!<br />
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P.S. Sorry, Chloe girl. Don't expect monthly updates on this blog. Mama can barely get breakfast on the table before noon at this point.</div><div><br /></div><div>P. P. S. I do not have early babies. Aiden showed up at 41 weeks, Emerson at 40 weeks 5 days and Chloe at 40 weeks 6 days. Geeze, girls. </div></div>Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-57448546807690791362018-09-25T10:54:00.002-04:002018-09-25T10:54:36.828-04:00Emerson: A Letter to my one year old<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ems,</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You are officially ONE! (Plus one week, because I didn't send this on time.) Emerson Charlotte, you are a force to be reckoned with. You have made it clear since the moment you arrived that you are your own person. I wasn't sure how my heart could grow to love another child, but man did it ever! The moment you arrived - before I even knew you were a girl - I couldn't believe God had given me another perfect little human to mother. You arrived a full two pounds heavier than you sister, with blonde hair and dark eyes (which quickly turned blue). I think the first thing I said was "You don't look like Aiden!" And you have been making it clear since that moment that you are NOT you sister.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I love everything about you. You have the best giggle and when you smile, you smile with your entire face. You are strong-willed and I pray that God guides me on how to help nurture that strong-willed nature into His will. You have wanted to be on the move since the moment you were born and you sure have somewhere to go! (Although none of us, including you, know where exactly you're headed when you take off.) You love your sister and it's so fun to watch you guys really play together recently. It makes my heart want to explode that I have two little girls. I pray that you two are always the best of friends.You are a daddy's girl and I'm pretty jealous of all the great snuggles you give him. </span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Emers, you are such a gift. One that I do not take for granted. It is my greatest honor to be your mom. I tell both of you girls this all the time, but I love you because you're MINE! I will always love you more than you will ever know. I pray that you always feel an overwhelming amount of love in your life, and that you know it comes only from God. We love because He first loved us. You were fearfully and wonderfully made by our perfect Father. Everything about you is exactly the way it should be, because He does not make mistakes. </span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Happy first birthday, my love. I am overwhelmed with love when I look at you, and can't believe I get to keep celebrating you every September 18. A gift, indeed.</span><br />
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<br />Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-12072912131913406292018-09-25T10:53:00.004-04:002018-10-15T15:21:00.636-04:00Emerson: One YearWell, we made it! You are one year old. What a year it has been, little lamb. This month has reminded me how much FUN this age is.<br />
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<li>She's trying to talk, saying mama, daddy, ba ba (bottle), bubboo (bubble), abba (Abba Father, when we pray she folds her little hands...sometimes), hi</li>
<li>She is a daddy's girl and he LOVES it.</li>
<li>She took her first beach trip! She loved the sand for about 10 minutes and then was OVER. IT. Daddy got to spend some quality time with her in the pool.</li>
<li>She loves to just walk around, especially outside.</li>
<li>As with any one year old, she loves to put everything in her mouth. Except vegetables. How convenient.</li>
<li>She thinks it's hilarious to pat people on the stomach.</li>
<li>If you ask her where her belly is, she'll pat her own belly. SO CUTE.</li>
<li>She fake coughs if you ask her if she's sick</li>
<li>She loves her baby doll.</li>
<li>She loves to play with her toys phones - she'll "answer them" and walk around.</li>
<li>Honestly, her favorite toy is whatever big sister is playing with. Neither one of them love sharing, which consistently leads to ear-piercing screams from Emerson and fits from Aiden. YAY.</li>
<li>She loves to come over to me when I'm laying down and sit on my stomach and bounce. She thinks it's hilarious. She also loves peek-a-boo, lady ride and patty cake.</li>
<li>She's as strong-willed as ever! </li>
<li>She's coming in at 30.5" tall (89%) and weighs 21 lbs 8 oz (74%). </li>
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Emerson, we love you! You are getting more fun and interactive by the day and we can't wait to watch you continue to grow into a little lady. I cannot believe you are already ONE!</div>
<br />Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-29805451829354372802018-09-25T10:23:00.003-04:002018-10-15T15:22:16.827-04:00Aiden, you are 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aiden Grace,<br />
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I've been putting this off, because I really don't understand how I'm supposed to sum everything up into a blog post. At this moment, I just wrapped up some work and you're currently playing "mommy and baby" alone in the bathtub with a water bottle. I believe the cap of the water bottle is the baby. I want to laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh because... what in the world?? And cry because witnessing your imagination come to life makes my heart want to explode.<br />
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You are pure JOY. You are the sweetest little girl with the most tender heart. I want to bottle up your little voice and play it on repeat. You love your sister (Ems!), even when she's not doing a great job learning how to share. You do the cutest little finger dance when you're excited about something. (For example, when you know you're about to get some M&Ms.) You could spend all day dancing and singing to just about any Disney Princess song, but especially "Let It Go" from Frozen. You always want to see yourself in the rear-view mirror in the car, and I have to remind you that's not exactly its purpose. You love "dips" - ranch (or as you call it, branch), salsa (my girl!), sour cream... I guess anything to make my cooking taste better? You love baby dolls and are the cutest little mommy. You are shy when you first meet someone, but if you're comfortable with them you are so silly. You are the most hilarious person I know (my current favorite statement of yours... "oh, gosh."). You keep us laughing all day (Tonight on the drive home, you were playing with your hair, which you just got cut today. "Mom, my hair is being crazy. Make my hair stop! My hair is being funny."). You can be cautious about some things, but are typically very brave. I'm always trying to talk to you about Jesus and I love to hear your sweet little voice recite the bible verses you're learning in church. Since you've turned 3 (literally the past month), you have started to throw whiny temper tantrums which are driving me crazy. But oh does the good outweigh those frustrating, teachable moments.<br />
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It is my greatest honor to be your mom. I think I tell you about a thousand times a day how much I love you. And why do I love you? Because you're MINE. There's nothing you could ever do, say or think that could change that. It's that simple. I will always love you, because God was kind enough to trust me to be your mom. You are such a gift and I thank God every day for finding me worthy to be your mom. But that's how God works. His grace is unending. He loves to give His children good gifts, simply because you are His.<br />
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Well, I guess I'll wrap this up because I don't know how to end this. YOU ARE AMAZING, CHILD.<br />
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(Now you're out of the bath, running around my room and shutting the blinds yelling "It's too sunny!")<br />
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A few quick highlights from your birthday. We celebrated with family and your neighbor friends donut-style a few weeks later.<br />
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We celebrated with the Baker fam at the beach the next week!</div>
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For future reference, at your 3 year appointment you were 30 lbs (50%) and 39.25" tall (95%).</div>
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<li>She's a nut. A NUT! We found her trying to climb over the baby gate on the stairs this month. Ay caramba.</li>
<li>She's officially walking! Took her first steps on July 20 and there has been no stopping her since.</li>
<li>She loves to go outside and just walk, walk, walk, walk, walk.</li>
<li>She does this funny head banging thing all the time. Not really sure what's she doing? But it's funny.</li>
<li>She loves to zerbert EVERYTHING. The floor, her arms, anyone else's body parts. </li>
<li>She can blow kisses and clap.</li>
<li>She says "uh oh" and "dada", which is just adorable.</li>
<li>She thinks it's hilarious when you stick your tongue out at her, and she'll stick hers back out at you.</li>
<li>She is a daddy's girl! He gets all the good snuggles. And he loves it. </li>
<li>She has a crazy temper. She lets out the same insane, high-pitched scream that sounds like she got her foot cut off, even if she's just mildly annoyed at something.</li>
<li>Sharing with sissy is going really well. No, it's not. </li>
<li>I forgot how cute little baby squats are.</li>
<li>I think she's about to drop her morning nap! Mixed emotions: Yay for not being confined to one hour excursions. Boo for obvious reasons.</li>
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We love you, silly baby!!!</div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-9894572312928168422018-07-23T16:39:00.006-04:002018-07-23T16:39:40.517-04:00Emerson: Ten MonthsTen months! I remember this being one of my favorite ages with Aiden, and Emerson has not disappointed. Sweet baby, let me make it clear that you have NEVER disappointed us! You are pure joy.<br />
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Fun fact: This is the first picture in her whole life where I think she looks like Aiden.</div>
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<li>I'm going to just go ahead and lead the remaining "monthly updates" with a friendly reminder that this child is never NOT moving!</li>
<li>She snorts when she laughs.</li>
<li>She loves the pool and really loves crawling around outside of the pool (convenient...).</li>
<li>She does this funny little downward dog pose.</li>
<li>Sometimes when I'm holding her, she'll throw her head back so I can tickle her neck.</li>
<li>She loves to dance, blow zerberts, push anything that moves (including pieces of paper) and pull dish towels off the oven.</li>
<li>She looks so cute when she sits on her knees while she's playing - like a little kid.</li>
<li>She makes all sorts of silly sounds.</li>
<li>She could spend all day playing with the Little Tikes car - either pushing it in circles or climbing in and out. And in and out. And in and out.</li>
<li>She loves to sit on this pony toy and just jump up and down.</li>
<li>She's taken one of two steps by accident. </li>
<li>She's finally able to "play" with her sister! Their favorite game is to take all of the cushions off the couch and run/crawl back and forth.</li>
<li>She has 8 chompers.</li>
<li>Consistently sleeping through the night (all the praise hands!).</li>
<li>Girl has a temmmmper! She screams bloody murder if any minor detail doesn't go her way.</li>
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Fun videos from the month:</div>
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<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/281336558" target="_blank">Pony party</a></li>
<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/281336904" target="_blank">Sissy tickles</a></li>
<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/281337067" target="_blank">Everyday cuteness</a> (such a typical Grandma comment!)</li>
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We love this girl! She gets more fun by the day!</div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-70155718075832847532018-06-19T13:27:00.003-04:002018-06-19T13:27:36.180-04:00Emerson: Newborn PicturesDo you ever look at old pictures of your kids and think "Wow, I didn't even know you back then!" That's how I feel scrolling through these newborn pictures nine months later. It's surreal looking at these pictures and realizing we had no idea who this little human was! Our love for this little one grows daily - the cliches are true.<br />
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Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-15917089000957259232018-06-19T13:06:00.000-04:002018-06-28T13:18:43.323-04:00Emerson: Nine MonthsEmerson Charlotte Baker, YOU ARE A NUT. Oh, how we love this child!<br />
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<li>Beating a dead horse here, but the child doesn't stop. </li>
<li>I've caught her standing up by herself a couple times, but for the most part she still holds on to something and cruises her way all around the house.</li>
<li>She claps.</li>
<li>She's starting to wave and will say "hi!". </li>
<li>She likes to try to copy the sounds we make. The cutest is her little "uh oh". She also likes to try to copy Adam when he blows air.</li>
<li>She's still obsessed with her big sister. The feeling is so mutual, and it's the greatest. Aiden calls her "Ems" - sister nicknames already!</li>
<li>She has five teeth, and the sixth is making it's way down.</li>
<li>She loves the pool! She'll hang in her little float for awhile, but really loves being held. She tries to put her face in the water, which I think she'll really dislike once she succeeds.</li>
<li>My parents gave us this old push walker they had for Aiden. She loooves it! Except when she runs into something and can't move anymore. Then she screams. Really loud.</li>
<li>When you're holding her and make a bottle she cranes her neck around to try to look at you with the biggest smile. Like "Are you doing what I think you're doing??" It's so stinking cute!</li>
<li>She loves food. And she eats it by grabbing an entire fist full and forcing it into her mouth. Which of course means that it all ends up in her lap and she's lucky if the smallest morsel actually makes it in.</li>
<li>She makes the funny, scrunched little face when she's upset. And she makes this "oooooh" noise.</li>
<li>She gets pretty snuggly at night after she's had her bottle. Neither of my babes have been snuggly, so I'm thankful for this stage and hoping it lasts!</li>
<li>Speaking of night - she's FINALLY SLEEEEEEEPINGGGG! For real, sleeping through the night. Well, she wakes up once a night every once in awhile, but I'll take that all day long. Down around 7:30p/8p and up around 7:30a. HOORAY.</li>
<li>She is starting to get a temper. If she doesn't get her way, she SCREAMS. Ruh roh.</li>
<li>She's clocking in at 18lbs 7 oz (56%) and 29" tall (93%). That noggin full of brain is 17.5 (69%).</li>
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Some fun videos from this month:</div>
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/272834042" target="_blank">Uh oh</a></div>
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/273767675" target="_blank">Hi!</a></div>
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/273710857" target="_blank">Sister love (oh, my heart)</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/277497105" target="_blank">9 month checkup shenanigans</a></div>
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Basically, we're obsessed with her and I want to eat her face off on a daily basis. What a treat you are, Emers!!</div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-41226033632785870632018-05-23T14:52:00.000-04:002018-05-23T14:52:02.896-04:00Aiden: Two and a HalfOh, Aidy. You're TWO AND A HALF! (Actually, you're now closer to THREE.) I honestly didn't think I'd write a half year post this year, but man have you grown up since turning two. Every time I look at you, I'm just in awe. What a gift you are. Some of my favorite things I want to remember:<br />
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<li>You are so independent and want to do everything yourself.</li>
<li>You are the BEST big sister. Truly, more than I could have ever imagined. You have more patience with Emerson than your dad and I combined, and no one makes her smile like you do. </li>
<li>You love to help out in the kitchen. Daddy built you a little stool so you can help us cook and bake. Of course, you would much rather us butt out of your experiments. :)</li>
<li>Your imagination is starting to show and I teared up a little bit today watching you pretend with your baby doll (her name is "baby"). </li>
<li>You love to be outside and love bugs! On our walks, you really enjoy picking up all of the dead worms you can find.</li>
<li>Your chubby baby cheeks are gone and you now look like a kid. (I'm fighting back tears.)</li>
<li>I tell your daddy all the time that I can't imagine you getting any older. You're two and a half and I (of course) think you just couldn't possibly be smarter. </li>
<li>Your vocabulary has exploded the past few months, and you're really starting to put some sentences together. Just as we imagined, you are HILARIOUS. For example, you accidentally locked yourself in your room after your nap today. When I came to rescue you, you said "Mommy, it's tricky!"</li>
<li>Daddy took you to your first baseball game at Lassiter last week, and I'm pretty sure it was the best day of his life. You had no interest in the game, but loved everything else going on! (And you ate 1.5 cheeseburgers....my girl.)</li>
<li>You love chips and salsa (yesss!) and any type of dip.</li>
<li>You LOVE your family. Not just us, but your extended family, too. You're especially fond of your best friend/cousin, Jude.</li>
<li>You give the best kisses.</li>
<li>You have the best laugh. Hands down. The BEST laugh.</li>
<li>I love seeing your heart for Jesus already. You always remind us if we forget to pray before a meal (or a snack), and you're already teaching Emerson how to pray (you get frustrated that she can't fold her hands, yet). Papabear died a few months ago, and you always remind us that he's with Jesus in Heaven. Melt my heart. </li>
<li>You love Disney Princesses, and LOVE to sing along and dance. Current favorites: Frozen (Anna and Elsa), Mulan, Moana and Cinderella.</li>
<li>You could listen to "Let it Go" all day long and it still wouldn't be enough for you.</li>
<li>You really just love to sing and dance, period. It's the cutest thing in the whole wide world. You learn lots of songs at school and I love trying to piece together what they are.</li>
<li>You are potty trained! (ish) It only took you a couple days to catch on (most frustrating days of parenting, to date), and you're doing a great job. </li>
<li>You love to tickle! It's adorable, except that I hate being tickled.</li>
<li>Lately, a red lion named Kelsey has been sleeping in your bed. But don't worry, she protects you... and sometimes pees the bed (apparently).</li>
<li>Some of my favorite little Aidy phrases...</li>
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<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/271534052" target="_blank">"Mom, come onnnn."</a> I had to fight back laughter the first time you said this, because it was with a 'tude.</li>
<li>"Toast ready!" When the toast pops up for breakfast in the morning.</li>
<li>Your macarena months of the year song.</li>
<li>"I tooted!"</li>
<li>"You got it girl"</li>
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Everyday you teach us something new. I'm glad you don't notice yet, because I would probably creep you out how much I just stare at you. You are unbelievable. You are going to be a FORCE and I pray you use it for God's glory, little one. I've said this since the day you were born, but my gosh - it is my greatest honor to be your mother.<br />
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Fun video clips:<br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/260690419" target="_blank">Let it go!</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/271532365" target="_blank">Tickling Sissy</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/271532149" target="_blank">Tooty Fruity</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/271530488" target="_blank">First Pony Ride</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/271530439" target="_blank">Hi Ho! </a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/260690477" target="_blank">Worms!</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/260690443" target="_blank">More worms...</a><br />
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<li>She never did go back to nursing after that nursing strike. I tried a few times to coax her back, but then decided NOPE. I don't think it was a coincidence that she's been a better sleeper and all around happier baby now that she's not nursing anymore. I really think she was just never satisfied with my breast milk. Isn't it funny how mom guilt works? First, I'm guilty that I had to stop nursing and feed her <strike>spray paint</strike> formula (Have you ever read the ingredients to formula? What am I feeding my child??). Then I'm guilty that I didn't switch her to formula sooner since she was clearly so miserable. Sigh. </li>
<li>I was pumping twice a day for a few weeks, but was only getting about 4oz/day. Not even enough for a whole bottle! I decided to officially cut the cord on breast milk and we're all better for it. (Does ANYONE enjoy pumping?)</li>
<li>She's a pretty good eater! There are a few things she doesn't love, but for the most part she's easy. We're still keeping her on the basics - fruits and veggies. But I guess it's time to let her start trying real food.</li>
<li>I refused to let Aiden use pouches, because it creeps me out that I can't see inside and she could potentially be slurping down mold. (I'm pretty chill about most things, but for some reason that really creeped me out.) Aldi has see-through pouches, so I bought a few for Emmie. SCORE. She loves them and they're so dang easy.</li>
<li>She hates wearing a bib, so we go through a lot of Shout.</li>
<li>I learned how to steam sweet potatoes, so I successfully made my own baby food and felt like the best mom, EVER! Easiest win of all time. Wish I had Googled it sooner.</li>
<li>She has somewhere to go and she is quickly on her way. I know I've mentioned it a few times, but really - she doesn't stop. Ever. </li>
<li>She always wants to be standing up (we're all just human jungle gyms to her) and cruising around the furniture. She recently found the stairs, so we had to put a gate up.</li>
<li>It's her life goal to pull up on her walker and stand on it. It makes her about 3 inches taller, but I'm pretty sure she feels like the tallest person in the universe. She's always so thrilled with herself.</li>
<li>She said "mama" on Mother's Day (all the heart eyes). It was a really cute moment. Adam and I were with her in the playroom while Aiden napped, and she was giving me a "hug" and said it. </li>
<li>Her top two teeth are starting to pop through.</li>
<li>She loves to stick her tongue out and has started giving open mouth kisses.</li>
<li>She is still getting up twice a night, but it's basically heaven compared to her total meltdowns in the earlier months.</li>
<li>Her big sister continues to ADORE her and asks for her first thing every morning (and basically all day). I am so grateful for these sisters and pray they are best friends!</li>
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Crazy baby, you're the best! So thankful that you're ours.<br />
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Videos: <a href="https://vimeo.com/271529812" target="_blank">Dancing bug</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/271534288" target="_blank">No chill</a><br />
<a href="https://vimeo.com/271533929" target="_blank">Tickles!</a></div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-24386573444750157032018-04-18T21:24:00.003-04:002018-04-18T21:24:34.977-04:00Emerson: Seven MonthsWell, this was a FUN month! Emerson is certainly keeping us on our toes, but finally in the best ways! No longer because she's fussy and screaming through the night, but more so because the girl does.not.stop.<br />
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<li>She kicked off month seven by continuing to be a terrrrrible sleeper at night. I called the nurse hotline at our pediatrician more times than I'd like to admit, because she would wake up screaming at all hours of the night. They thought it was teething, but then one day - out of the blue - she went back to getting up every 3-4 hours to eat. No rhyme or reason and no more teeth. Even the doctor was confused. It's God, I tell ya. Many, many desperate prayers later, He answered.</li>
<li>She decided to go on a nursing strike. She's done this before (where she just refuses to nurse), but it's now been a couple weeks and she still has zero interest. At first I felt really guilty (mom guilt, leave me alone), but she has been sleeping so much better (only up once or twice a night!) and honestly seems much happier. I'm still pumping three times/day, but I'm not going to push the nursing thing since she clearly doesn't mind! (I'm also trying not to be sad about it. Can't believe our nursing days are already over. Sigh.)</li>
<li>She lost the Zippadeezip and is sleeping in just her jammies, like a big girl.</li>
<li>She's not a huge fan of her paci, but does use them as her lovey. She likes to have a handful of them in the crib with her when she sleeps.</li>
<li>She said "dada" on March 24. Aiden never babbled, so having this chatty little baby is pretty adorable! She hasn't said "mama", but think it's hilarious when I do.</li>
<li>As I mentioned, SHE DOESN'T STOP. Adam and I are a little nervous about how crazy this child is going to be. We had to lower her crib on April 2, because I walked in to find her sitting up in there one day and standing up the next!</li>
<li>She loves to pull up on everything (especially humans) and quickly figured out how to army crawl. On April 9 she was officially off on all fours. We have a crawler! </li>
<li>Man, she's fast. And just like her big sister, she immediately makes a bee line for the dog bowls!</li>
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She's the cutest little nut I know, and I'm so proud that she's mine. We love you, Emers!</div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-19296868394985977502018-03-19T16:26:00.000-04:002018-03-27T12:52:35.182-04:00Emerson: Five and Six Months<div style="text-align: center;">
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Five months with this sweet pea! She's finally becoming a little person and man, is she cute.<br />
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<li>We moved her to her crib on January 18, which was neat. She tried to kill us from lack of sleep this month. Literally, KILL US. We tried her in her swaddle, but she rolled over and gave us a heart attack. We tried the Merlin suit, but she rolled over in that, too. We tried using nothing, she screamed. We tried letting her cry it out, she screamed herself hoarse. LOTS OF SCREAMING. Man, it was rough. We finally settled on the Zipadeezip and although it didn't work in the beginning, it's what's working now! </li>
<li>After weeks of no sleep and literally almost LOSING it, she finally popped her first tooth on Valentine's Day! I cried, because I felt like "this must be why she wasn't sleeping!" I was RIGHT! Starting that night, she has done much better. Still up every 3 hours to eat and has some screaming fits, but overall totally manageable. And the best part, she's a much happier camper. </li>
<li>We typically put her down around 7pm and she's up around 9pm, 1am and 5am - then up around 6:30am. We tried to put her on a "schedule-ish". She goes down for a nap around 10am, again a couple hours after she wakes up from that one and a little cat nap a couple hours after she wakes up from that one. It's meh at best. </li>
<li>Her second tooth popped through about a week after the first. Now she's got her two bottom toofers!</li>
<li>She is trying to get SOMEWHERE. She's a roly poly and trying to push herself up to crawl.</li>
<li>Started sitting up unassisted right after Valentine's Day. </li>
<li>Loves the forward facing Baby Bjorn, but is not a fan of facing inward. (Can you blame her for not wanting to stare at my chest?)</li>
<li>She has this adorable scrunchy smile and also this funny laugh/cry. A lot of times we don't know if she's laughing or crying! (But obviously we figure it out pretty quickly...)</li>
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<b>SIX MONTHS - MARCH 18</b></div>
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<li>She's just not a good sleeper at night. I'm leaving it at that. We thought she was teething again and that's why she was doing so poorly - but so far no more teeth. She will put herself to sleep or naps and initially at night, but she's just up ALL. THE. TIME at night. Man, it's tough.</li>
<li>She does pretty well with naps, though! They're not predictable - sometimes it's 30 minutes in the morning and two hours in the afternoon, sometimes it's vice versa, sometimes it's an hour three times a day. We never know, but we'll take it. </li>
<li>She does this goose honk when she's tired, which Aiden also used to do!</li>
<li>As if her lack of night time sleep patterns aren't irritating enough, now she refuses to nurse in the night sometimes. YAY. I kind of think she's just over me, but I refuse to stop nursing.</li>
<li>Speaking of which, we did start supplementing with one bottle of formula a day a couple weeks ago (and sometimes at night when she's hungry but won't nurse).</li>
<li>We also started her on food on March 4, because she just seemed ready. She was! She loves everything about eating (sitting in her highchair, the spoon, the EXCITEMENT) - except sometimes not the actual food. We started with avocado, and that was a meh. So far she loves green beans, sweet potatoes and Mum Mums.</li>
<li>As much as I complain about her sleeping, for the most part she's actually a very happy baby!! </li>
<li>She loves to pretend to walk while Daddy is holding her up.</li>
<li>She is trying so hard to crawl and can scoot her little booty all over the place.</li>
<li>She gives the best little hugs and has given a few open mouth kisses. Sometimes when I come home after not seeing her for awhile she flips out and tries to eat my face - it's pretty cute.</li>
<li>She started pulling up on March 15. I remember because she pulled up on my suitcase while I was packing for her first big trip.</li>
<li>Which leads us to... her first airplane ride! We headed out to Fort Worth to celebrate Mamabear and Papabear's memorial and took Emerson with us. She did pretty well on the flights. We LOVED having the one-on-one time with her! It sounds terrible, but it was so fun to really get to know her for a few days - without Aiden taking up some of our attention. </li>
<li>She is still obsessed with Aiden, and the feeling is so mutual! While we were gone, we would FaceTime Aiden and she would always instantly ask for Emmie. Rude.</li>
<li>Thanks to the recommendation from Kalyn, she loves <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTbZiwrFz4A" target="_blank">The Happy Song</a>. </li>
<li>Coming in hot at 15lbs 15.5oz (45%) and 27" tall (86%). Noggin holding strong at 17.25" (87%).</li>
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Oh, Emers. You are a joy and we love learning more and more about you!</div>
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Thanksgiving prep with Uncle Jefe. Yes, we braved Costco the day before Thanksgiving - we're crazy.</div>
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Girls day!</div>
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Twinning with Auntie Katinka!</div>
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Daddy's little helper</div>
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Thank you, <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/LittleWormAndCompany" target="_blank">Little Worm and Company</a>! (Glad they're still making these so our girls could match.)</div>
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The girls and I headed up to Blue Ridge, GA with my mom for a night. I had never been before, but am now kind of obsessed! It was adorable.</div>
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Santa!</div>
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Celebrating Whitney and her sweet baby girl, Anna, who is due later this month.</div>
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Gingerbread party at the Palestrini's!</div>
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Aiden's Christmas party at school! She was being so silly and shy, but her teacher says she's doing great.</div>
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Morning story time. Sometimes I just watch these moments and my heart explodes thinking about how they will have each other for their whole lives.</div>
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Mom & Dad moved! Aiden was Uncle Mitch's special helper during the move.</div>
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Christmas Eve - making memories, amirite?</div>
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Precious one all ready for Christmas Eve church! It's the one time a year the entire family goes (read: no childcare). It was a circus keeping both kids calm for an hour, but we survived. And Emerson farted really loud during a prayer. Go girl. </div>
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Putting out the reindeer food on Christmas Eve! Live footage of her checking it on Christmas morning <a href="https://vimeo.com/251705420" target="_blank">here</a>. So precious I could cry. </div>
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We're making it a Christmas tradition to read the story of Christmas from the Bible first thing Christmas morning. Thank you to Adam's cousin, Erica, for the idea!</div>
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Merry Christmas! Santa brought me a cooperative family who puts up with matching pajamas. I <a href="https://vimeo.com/251705360" target="_blank">grabbed a video</a> of Aiden walking down on Christmas morning. She doesn't quite get it, but it still felt like magic to me. This Christmas season was SO MUCH FUN, I was so sad to see it go.</div>
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We celebrated Christmas morning with my family at our house.</div>
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Thank you for the drum set, Grandma!</div>
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Santa brought her an art table - hooray!</div>
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I went to get Aiden from her nap at Nonna and Papa's new house and opened the door to a room covered in pills! She got into Nonna's sleeping pills. Poison control was so great. We spent a few hours under observation at the ER (she had to drink charcoal - bleh), but she was fine. I'm 99% sure she didn't actually eat any. Oy vey.</div>
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Cheering on the Dawgs! They made it all the way to the National Championship, but lost in OT. Sad ending, but great season!</div>
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Celebrating Alysa's 30th birthday at 8Arm. </div>
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Hanging out with her other Gigi!</div>
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A rare moment of her sleeping peacefully.</div>
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The Hafertepes came to town and we were able to celebrate Maren's first birthday! We love them so much and wish they lived next door. </div>
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I came back from the bathroom to this. Morning jams with sissy!</div>
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<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/249036604" target="_blank">Jingle Bells by Aiden</a></li>
<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/246839991" target="_blank">Beauty by Aiden</a></li>
<li><a href="https://vimeo.com/245258318" target="_blank">Emmie's First Giggles</a></li>
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Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-42435915673564910272018-01-18T15:02:00.000-05:002018-01-22T15:51:44.008-05:00Emerson: Four MonthsOur sweet Emmie girl is already four months old! We had a much less exciting month than Aiden did at this age (it's when she had <a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2016/01/kawasaki-disease.html" target="_blank">Kawasaki Disease</a>), which we are very thankful for.<br />
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<li>Still thanking God that she's such a chill baby (something I specifically prayed for). She has seemed like such an old soul since the day she was born. We love her so.</li>
<li>She is still smiley as can be, but no one can make her smile quite like her sister.</li>
<li>Aiden is still obsessed and has started using a baby voice when she talks to her - it's the cutest. "Emmmmiiieeee! Hiiiiiiii!"</li>
<li>We figured she was teething, because she's a drool monster and constantly has her hands in her mouth. Aiden had teeth by this age, but so far nada for Emerson.</li>
<li>If her hands aren't in her mouth, her feet are! If she could name a best friend, I'm pretty sure she would pick her feet over Aiden.</li>
<li>She is starting to be a chatty one! Forgot how adorable those baby noises are.</li>
<li>She has started reaching for faces, among other things.</li>
<li>Somehow she's already big enough to play in her bouncy chair and spend some time in her Bumbo.</li>
<li>Her hair is slowly growing in... BLONDE! Eeeek, I'm so excited!</li>
<li>She rolled form her belly to her back on 12/21 and is SO close to rolling from her back to her belly. it's kind of hilarious watching her try so hard.</li>
<li>She's not on a schedule yet, but typically takes about three naps a day. Sometimes they're 20 minutes long, sometimes they're 1.5 hours. We never know what we're going to get.</li>
<li>To get her to sleep, our go-tos are either walking with her in a dark room or holding her hand. Adorable and weird.</li>
<li>She's a terrible sleeper at night. As much as I'm thanking God she's so chill, I'm also asking him to teach her how to sleep at night. There is no rhyme or reason to her getting up. That paired with the couple times she slept 8+ hours in November, I'm going crazy!</li>
<li>Tonight, we're moving her to her crib. See above. We're all in desperate need of sleep. (Except Aiden, she's still my pro sleeper. Praying Emerson screaming in her crib next door won't wake her up.)</li>
<li>She's coming in strong at 14lbs 2 oz (41%), 25.25" (81%) with a noggin that's 16.5" (84%). Real talk, I've thought her head is MASSIVE (maybe because Aiden had a lot more dark hair at this point?). Anyway, the doctor said her head isn't even that big. Haha. </li>
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Some video highlights from this month:</div>
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<li><a href="http://vimeo.com/251703919" target="_blank">Roly Poly</a></li>
<li><a href="http://vimeo.com/251704034" target="_blank">Nighttime Chats</a></li>
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Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-42288217817062325552017-12-21T14:53:00.004-05:002017-12-21T14:54:26.794-05:00Emerson: Two and Three MonthsLookie there, I only made it one month doing these in a timely manner! Emerson is the sweetest little soul and we can't imagine life without her!<br />
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<b>TWO MONTHS - November 18</b></div>
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<li>She is so chill and I am so grateful. I remember not really being able to put Aiden down and thankfully Emmie is not that way (although I do love getting in those snuggles when I can).</li>
<li>Bright-eyed, just like her sister!</li>
<li>Loves to look at the fan.</li>
<li>Smiley as can be</li>
<li>Loves to stretch and grow - especially first thing in the morning when we unwrap her from her swaddle.</li>
<li>Speaking of... mornings are the best! She's so smiley and content.</li>
<li>Loves to look/be outside</li>
<li>Starting to chat with us</li>
<li>Teased us by sleeping through the night, but hasn't done it again since. She'll have some nights when she's up every 3 hours and some nights when she only wakes up once. Sigh.</li>
<li>She found her hands</li>
<li>Her hair is growing in... blonde!</li>
<li>Aiden says "honey relaxxxxx" if she's crying the car. Hilarious.</li>
<li>Aiden loves to give her (and steal her) pacis. (Or as Aiden says, "faffi")</li>
<li>She was a little fairy for her first Halloween, and oh so precious.</li>
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She's still coming in strong at 24.2" (96%) and 12 lbs 8.5 oz (72%). That big ole noggin is 16" (96%).</div>
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<b>THREE MONTHS - December 18</b></div>
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<li>Still not sleeping through the night. She usually gets up once or twice, so not too terrible. BUT I KNOW SHE COULD DO IT IF SHE REALLY TRIED.</li>
<li>Meagan and Nathan let us borrow their Rock N Play for her to sleep in and she really loves it (except, see above). Plus it's not as clunky as the pack n play.</li>
<li>One night at dinner, Adam was holding her and she started laughing in her sleep. I almost died from the cuteness! The next day (11/29), she laughed while she was awake. Oh, baby giggles. The cutest.</li>
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She is still such a chill, bright-eyed little baby. We love her so!!</div>
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<br />Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-90533201097625206732017-10-27T15:20:00.004-04:002017-10-27T15:20:58.778-04:00Emerson: One MonthWell, here we are. Emerson is already one month old. I'm going to be honest, it didn't fly by. (In a good way!)<br />
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My dad bought Aiden the lamb she posed with every month and was so excited to buy this elephant for Baby Baker #2. Seriously, it was so cute. He did a lot of research trying to find the perfect one. I think he nailed it!<br />
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Some updates from month numero uno.<br />
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<li>First things first, her sister is OBSESSED with her. Nothing could have prepared my heart for watching Aiden love on her sister. She gives her about 10,000 kisses a day and is such a great little helper.</li>
<li>We got sleepy smiles from Emerson in the hospital and our first official smile on October 15. I forgot how amazing that first smile is. So special.</li>
<li>She was super gassy in the hospital (they were STINKY), but was able to get it under control by the time we got home.</li>
<li>Her umbilical cord fell off on September 23, and Aiden was thrilled to be in charge of throwing it away. Haha</li>
<li>Like her sister, she was not a fan of the bassinet. We had her in bed with us for a few nights, but then moved her to the bassinet that's attached to the Pack n Play and she's been great in there.</li>
<li>Every once in awhile we get a four hour stretch at night, but for the most part she's up every 2-3 hours. I'm learning how to live in a constant state of exhaustion and am constantly asking God for grace and patience - because it's wearing <i>very</i> thin these days. </li>
<li>She's a loud sleeper! I don't remember Aiden making so much noise, but Emerson sure does.</li>
<li>She really is a chill baby and seems so wise. I know that sounds dumb, but she really does. When she's awake she's very alert and loves to just take everything in. Aiden loves to say "Awake!" when she's awake.</li>
<li>She doesn't really cry, but sometimes it takes awhile to get her to sleep.</li>
<li>She loves to be swaddled - good thing Adam is a pro.</li>
<li>We get to use all of Aiden's clothes since they were both born in basically the same season. However, I had to pack away all the newborn stuff since she's such a chunker!</li>
<li>She wore newborn diapers for maybe a week before she grew out of them.</li>
<li>Speaking of chunker, here are some of her stats...</li>
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At 5 days...<br />
Weight: 8 lbs 4.5 oz (half an ounce away from her birth weight!) - (80%)<br />
Length: 21"- (97%)<br />
Head: 14.25" - (95%)<br />
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At 16 days...<br />
Weight: 9 lbs 9 oz - (87%)<br />
Length: 22" - (99%)<br />
Head: 14.75" - (97%)<br />
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At 1 month...<br />
Weight: 10 lbs 12.5 oz - (85%)<br />
Length: 22.75" - (98%)<br />
Head: 15.25" - (98%)<br />
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Any bets on how long I keep up these monthly updates with baby #2? Sorry in advance, Emmie!Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-13053333553043022952017-10-27T15:02:00.003-04:002017-10-27T15:02:56.722-04:00Family of Four<div>
<i>(Blogged while still in the new mom haze, but never got around to posting.)</i><br />
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I still can't believe how different Emerson looks than Aiden! For starters, she was born 2lbs and 2oz heavier than Aiden! But keeping in the Baker tradition, Emerson's head is in the 97%. Good Lord, I birth huge headed babies.</div>
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It's hard to believe we're officially a family of four. And we have two girls! Oh, my heart melts thinking of these sisters.<br />
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We had to spend an extra day in the hospital since my water was broken for so long and they ran blood tests on Emerson and I (all came back clear!). Most people want to get the heck out of there, but Adam and I loved it. We have such great memories there with Aiden - our first days as a family of three - and were honestly really excited to be back in the hospital.<br />
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Breastfeeding got off to an interesting start. Aiden latched on right after birth and I never had to really learn anything. Emerson also latched on, but she had a really shallow latch which lead to painful nips. We eventually got the hang of it, but those days of nursing through recovery - OUCH.<br />
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Leading up to Emerson's arrival, I would get pretty emotional thinking of Aiden coming up to the hospital to meet our newest addition. When the moment finally came, I actually held it together. Probably because it was <i>so chaotic</i> in that room. I kind of wanted to scream. Aiden was really shy at first, but finally started warming up. Thanks to my mom for capturing <a href="https://vimeo.com/235250261" target="_blank">this sweet video</a> and some really great pictures.<br />
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We headed home on Wednesday, September 20 (Happy Birthday, Jude!) and were officially on our own with TWO babies. The first couple of weeks were very emotional for me. Lots of guilt and sadness thinking of how different our life was going to be. Aiden will no longer be the center of our world. Emmie won't get the same, all-on-you attention that Aiden got. Aiden will never remember being our only child. It was rough. But I know God is in control and as long as we remain faithful parents - looking to Him for guidance - He will equip the called.<br />
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Physically, that first week of recovery seemed to go a lot better than with Aiden! But, I guess that was just the Motrin doing it's job because I totally overdid it and basically spent all of week two in bed.<br />
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After those first couple of weeks, we've gotten into the swing of things and are really enjoying this new dynamic. I'll leave you with some pictures of those squishy newborn days!<br />
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All the heart eyes for this girl dad!</div>
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Meeting Papabear! Emerson's middle name, Charlotte, is for my dear Mamabear who passed away in July. Papabear loves calling Emerson "Charlotte" :)</div>
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Our first day without Daddy! (Boo for dad's only getting one week off. Well, boo for all baby leave in America, but I won't get into that.)</div>
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Matching jammies! I saved so much money this pregnancy since I didn't buy any clothes, but now that's all gonna go to matching outfits. I can't even!</div>
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Emmie's first doctor's appointment! Aiden wore this same outfit to her first doctor's appointment. And yes, I am going to dress them in the same outfits for each milestone as long as I'm able.</div>
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Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-84012687865091714572017-10-05T11:13:00.003-04:002017-10-11T10:06:39.409-04:00Aiden is 2We have a two year old! I know I've said this since her one month update, but truly - HOW?! She is everything. I don't know how we ever lived without her! Here are a couple of my favorite pictures and updates of her lately...<br />
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<li>She does a fake sneeze that makes me want to die of adorableness.</li>
<li>She has the best laugh and run (I'm not biased.)</li>
<li>She's hilarious and makes us laugh constantly.</li>
<li>I caught her climbing out of her crib, so we moved her to her big girl bed/room on July 1. She had a couple rough nights, but now loves it! We have a gate at her door to keep her from going exploring in the middle of the night. </li>
<li>When I was pregnant, she would lift up her shirt, point to her tummy and say 'bee bee!'</li>
<li>If you asked where the baby was, she pointed to my tummy.</li>
<li>If you asked if she's having a brother or sister, she <i>always</i> said sister. (From the mouths of babes, I tell ya!)</li>
<li>Watching her with her baby sister is more than my heart can handle. She loves Emmie so much! </li>
<li>She also really loves stealing Emerson's pacis and hiding so she can use them. Little stinker.</li>
<li>Since she's two, she's really mastering the temper tantrum. It's kind of hilarious. She will just throw herself on the floor silently and look up to make sure you're noticing her.</li>
<li>Her favorite color is "PINK!" She's currently learning her colors - before everything was either BLUE! or PINK!</li>
<li>She loves to sing. Her current favorites are: ABCs, Skidamarink, Row Row Row Your Boat, Open Shut Them</li>
<li>High five to Adam who has been teaching her the alphabet during bathtime. She's getting so good at it!</li>
<li>She hasn't found a movie she doesn't love. Trolls (Poppy!), Sing, Moana, The Secret Life of Pets, Cinderella...</li>
<li>She loves to color and "write". She's constantly asking us to write her name, and she can spell it on her own.</li>
<li>I have to say I was getting kind of concerned about her speech. She talks all the time, but I'm pretty sure anyone other than family would have NO idea what she's saying. She's not the best annunciator. But her pediatrician (and Adam) wasn't concerned, so neither am I!</li>
<li>She says 'Huh' instead of 'Yes', a trick she learned from Jude but hasn't grown out of. I'm trying to just soak in her adorable voice and babbling while it lasts, because I know it won't!</li>
<li>As of her two year appointment, she's 35.75" tall (91%), weighs 26.9 lbs (68%) and her noggin comes in at the 89% at 19.25"</li>
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We celebrated her birthday with a Bubble Guppies party on Sunday, August 20! She is so very loved.</div>
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A couple videos from her big day!</div>
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We love you, little lamb! What an honor it is to be your parents!</div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-71094391870173900662017-10-01T14:27:00.002-04:002020-12-17T15:14:30.782-05:00Emerson Charlotte: A Birth StoryWe welcomed our second bundle of love and I'm so grateful to Adam for many reasons, but right now specifically for taking notes on labor! I love that I wrote down<a href="http://www.badcookgreatbaker.com/2015/08/aiden-grace.html" target="_blank"> Aiden's birth story</a> - I go back and re-read it all the time. And I'm thrilled that God gave us the opportunity to now be writing down a SECOND birth story! Here we go...<br />
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Fun fact about second pregnancies that no one told me, apparently you start having contractions and other "labor signs" a <i>lot </i>sooner than with your first. I had contractions starting around 36 or 37 weeks, so I figured this baby would be early. Silly me. I lost part of my mucus plug 11 days before this little one was born, and I'm pretty sure I lost mine RIGHT before labor with Aiden, so that was another fun mind game. Basically, I spent most of weeks 37-39 just waiting for labor to start. It never did, and I finally resigned myself to the fact that I don't have early babies. I was pretty frustrated at how frustrated I got - I wanted to soak in every last second with Aiden and Adam before our life changed forever, but I spent so much of those last few weeks anticipating labor! Oh, well. LIFE!</div>
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Hurricane Irma came storming in (pun intended!), which brought Maggie and 8-month-old Maren to our house for a little over a week starting on Friday, September 8. They were amazing house guests and a great distraction!</div>
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I went in for (what turned out to be) my last prenatal appointment on Thursday, September 14 and saw my favorite midwife, Leah, after spending my last ten appointments doing <a href="https://www.centeringhealthcare.org/what-we-do/centering-pregnancy" target="_blank">Centering</a>. She helped calm me down from a <i>terrible </i>nightmare I had two nights prior - that our baby was born dead. (Seriously, worst nightmare. I woke up crying and started panicking that I needed this baby OUT of me.) Heartbeat sounded great and she said baby was very, very low. I didn't let it get me excited, because - remember? - I thought I was going to have a baby a couple weeks earlier. </div>
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There were a couple things about labor that I specifically prayed for throughout this pregnancy... That it would be painless, quick, safe and healthy. That I would be able to deliver vaginally, and ideally naturally. That the baby would move into an optimal position (s/he had been sunny side up for a good bit of the last part of pregnancy, and I did so many ridiculous things to get him/her to move). The last month or so I started praying that my labor would start with my water breaking. I was so sick of having contractions that went nowhere and just wanted a clear sign!</div>
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I woke up early Sunday morning, September 17, around 1am to pee and my water broke! Not nearly as dramatic as the movies, I really just thought I peed myself a little bit, but there was a small gush. It continued to trickle throughout the morning. Since I wasn't having contractions, I forced myself to go back to sleep (after being giddy with excitement for a couple hours!). I got up around 6:30 and walked in circles in the living room trying to get contractions started. I called the midwife on call, Beth (she delivered Aiden!), who told me to try to get to the hospital by 10. At 7:30 I decided to wake Adam up with the exciting news! (Aren't I such a good wife?? I knew he would need his rest and if I told him when my water broke there is no way he would have been able to go back to sleep.) We called my mom and told her to make her way over to pick up Aiden and then called Debbie and shared the fun news with her, too! We went to wake Aiden up and told her she was about to be a big sister. And because she's two she could not have cared less. It was so nice to get those final moments with her as my only babe.</div>
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My mom picked Aiden up around 8:15, and Adam and I started walking around the neighborhood to try to kick start contractions. We walked for over an hour and then decided to finish packing our bags and get ready to head to the hospital. At this point, very mild contractions had started and were about 8 minutes apart - but hey, it's a start!</div>
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We arrived at the hospital around 10:45 and checked into triage. With Aiden, we were immediately put into a room because triage was full, so this was a different experience. (The entire experience was totally different!) That first time, I was already in full on labor, and the process of getting to the hospital and getting all checked in just about sent me into a panic attack because I was also trying to work through my contractions. This time around I was totally chill while they checked my vitals, confirmed it was my water that broke and checked my progress. I was 70% effaced, -2 station and 2cm dilated. To be honest, I was a little disappointed to hear I was only 2cm - I had been contracting for weeks! We had to wait about an hour or so to be put into a L&D room, and we were antsy to get walking, bouncing, anything to get this moving faster. </div>
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The contractions started picking up in intensity and closeness (about 2-3 minutes apart) while we walked the halls and around 3pm I decided to get in the shower. Oh my gosh, it was heaven. It turns out it was heaven because it basically stalled out my labor. I had this vision in my head that I was just so relaxed and when I got out I was going to get checked and be ready to push. Unfortunately, that was not reality. As soon as I got out of the shower, contractions picked up again, but were definitely farther apart. The midwives (the amazing Dani and Rachel - my Centering peeps!) wanted to hold off on checking me as much as possible since my water was broken and had been so long. But they did check me at 4:45pm and I was only 3cm. This was <i>very</i> disheartening and I kind of started to panic. Rachel recommended we try using a breast pump/nipple stimulation for an hour OR get started on Pitocin to get the train moving.</div>
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At this point, my water had been broken for roughly 16 hours. Depending on where you deliver, each hospital kind of has their own rules about this. Luckily, Kennestone lets you keep going as long as momma and baby aren't in distress. If I had started running a fever, they would have given me antibiotics, but a forced c-section was never even discussed (although I'm sure it would have been down the road). </div>
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We decided to skip the breast pump and get started with Pitocin. Like I said, I was very disheartened to hear I had only progressed 1cm in 5 hours and I kind of started panicking. I kept thinking the labor was going to end up like Aiden's and couldn't stop crying. Needless to say, this made my contractions a lot harder to manage and I felt like I was getting out of control. Adam was <i>amazing</i>, as usual, and was such an incredible partner. We talked to our nurse and midwives about the epidural around 6:30, but wanted to hold off on making a decision. Another reason I was so upset is because I really just wanted the epidural, but felt shameful for even wanting it. Which made me even more upset because WHY DOES IT MATTER?? Why can't I just get the epidural and not care?? The midwives did a great job walking me through the epidural and calming me down. Adam reminded me that he was 100% on my side and was so proud of me regardless of my decision. He also reminded me that God has such a perfect birth story for us, and that could very well include an epidural. (Isn't he the best?!) I also realized that someone talking to me during a contraction was really helping me manage my pain, so poor Adam had to sit there and tell me all these stories during my contractions. I got to hear a lot of good ones! haha. </div>
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Before we made the decision, Rachel checked me around 7pm and I was STILL at 3cm. She actually recommended the epidural at that point (totally out of character for her, bless her!), so away we went. Dr. Wheaton came in with the magic potion at 8pm and saved the day. I was so happy to finally be able to rest! Even though labor with Aiden was 100x longer, I was so much more exhausted this time around. Adam asked Rachel how long we could expect to labor once I had the epidural (are we talking 30 minutes or 12 hours?). She guessed we'd be able to get some good rest and start pushing in 6 hours or so, but really couldn't say.<br />
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(Random side note: I LOVED my epidural with this babe! With Aiden, I was completely numb and it was frustrating that I couldn't feel anything while pushing. This time, I could feel pressure, but no pain. I knew when I was having a contraction, so I could push with it. Apparently it's all about how the doctor does it, so I'm signing up for Dr. Wheaton's epidural with any other kids.)</div>
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Our nurse (who we LOVED!!!), Debbie, put me into some funky positions to try to get baby to move. Based on my contractions, they could tell baby was in a weird position (of course s/he was). Rachel came in at 9:15pm and said baby's heart was decelerating with the contractions, which meant we had either made a ton of progress or something else was up that we'd have to figure out. She checked me again and I was 9cm!!!! I went from 3cm to 9cm in an hour. We were SO excited! She said to let them know when I started to feel pressure and they'd check me again and we'd start pushing (if that's where we were). </div>
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Around 10:15pm I started to feeling pressure so they came in to start doing a couple practice pushes. At 10:45pm we were officially pushing! They had me push all sorts of ways... the traditional way, playing tug of war, using handlebars, on my sides. They were all confused because baby's head was moving the entire way down and they couldn't tell what position s/he was in. Usually babies do that at the top of the birth canal as they get into position or at the very end when they come out. Our babe was dancing all the way down! At first this was concerning me, because I didn't know if it meant there was a chance our baby wouldn't be able to be pushed out. They quickly told me that s/he was making its way down, it was just odd.</div>
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We didn't use a mirror this time (yay for that), so they had me reach down and feel the head a couple times. And then, with one final push - baby came out completely! It felt so bizarre and cool! Baby went from the tip of the head out to being completely out in one push! Babe also came out sunny side up with eyes wide open - if you watch the video below, this is why Adam's looks so shocked. </div>
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Toward the end of pushing, we all kept looking at the clock because we weren't sure what the birthdate was going to be. Just after midnight, baby arrived! Turns out our baby shares a birthday with the midwife who delivered her (thank you, Rachel!).<br />
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Since we didn't know if baby was a girl or boy, Adam got to announce it! (You can watch the video <a href="https://vimeo.com/236311241" target="_blank">here</a>, but keep in mind - it's a baby being born.) It was one of the coolest moments, ever!! We'll never find out the gender with any (God willing) future kids, it was so fun to be surprised! And the nurses and midwives all got in on it, too. It was just too fun!</div>
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Overall, Adam and I had a great day laboring! Even with the minor anxiety attack I had, I already look back with nothing but the best memories. I'm so glad we were able to labor naturally for awhile and also so glad that I decided to get the epidural when I did. We had the labor dream team with Debbie (our nurse), Dani and Rachel. They were seriously the best and made the experience that much better. (Adam still takes away the gold medal for best coach of all time.) When Aiden was born, I was just shell-shocked. With Emerson, I was able to really be in the moment and take it all in. We also got to spend a solid 45 minutes or so just soaking her in before they had to take her to the warming table to do her vitals and take some blood (since my water was broken for so long). I tore in the exact same place as Aiden, but didn't even notice them stitching me up because Adam and I were just soaking in our sweet baby. It was a beautiful experience and I am so grateful for the perfect birth stories God has written for both of our babies. (Although I certainly enjoyed this one a lot more!).<br />
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Introducing Emerson Charlotte Baker</div>
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According to my last period, Emerson was born at 39 weeks 6 days, but according to my first ultrasound (which, of course, is the date I had in my head the whole time), she was born at 40 weeks, 5 days. Friendly reminder to myself next time, I DON'T HAVE EARLY BABIES.<br />
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Random side note: We did a Baby Poll with our family and friends, which was so fun. See the results <a href="http://www.whatsinmybelly.com/baby-pool-baby-baker-13649" target="_blank">here</a>. Congrats, dad!<br />
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Thank you, God, for another beautiful little girl you've entrusted us to love, protect and raise. You are a good, good Father and we are grateful for answered prayers. We are in heaven!</div>
Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-22259121999725214352017-09-21T21:29:00.001-04:002017-09-21T21:32:13.837-04:00Baby #2: Final StretchHard to believe we're in the final stretch with our newest little miracle!<br />
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<b>28 Weeks - Third Trimester (June 27)</b><br />
The final trimester! It actually doesn't feel like this pregnancy has gone any faster than Aiden's, but I'm definitely more preoccupied. I'm no longer counting the minutes until my due date. Just taking it day by day and soaking in these last precious days with my little Aidy Grace.<br />
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We have decided on a boy name! This has been quite the adventure, since we both feel like we "settled" on Aiden's name. However, it's also a relief knowing that the name doesn't <i>really</i> matter because even though we didn't love her name, she is such an Aiden Grace now! We've been specifically praying for God to give us names, because - to be honest - the process was just getting annoying. So here it is... Ezekiel "Zeke"<br />
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We both loved the name Zeke, but Adam wouldn't agree to just Zeke - he wanted Ezekiel. I was like "uh, NO" so we kind of took that name off the table. But, because that's the way He works, God put the name back on my heart and I've spent some time reading a specific story from Ezekiel in the Bible. It's one of Adam's favorites - <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ezekiel%2037:1-14" target="_blank">Valley of the Dry Bones</a> - and I've really come to love it, as well (who doesn't after reading it??).<br />
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<b>29 Weeks - Happy Birthday, America! (July 4)</b><br />
I got a call from my OB on Wednesday saying I failed my one hour glucose test. I was pretty shocked! I never had to deal with that when I pregnant with Aiden. Went in for my <i>three</i> hour glucose test on Thursday and I have to say, I was nervous. Thank you Jesus, I got the call Friday that I passed! Hooray!<br />
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<b>32 Weeks - Two Months Out! (July 25)</b><br />
Still no girl name. Not as uncomfortable as the past few weeks, I think maybe s/he dropped a little bit (thanks, kid!). Very surreal to think we'll be welcoming a new babe in two months! Trying to soak up every.single.minute as a family of three. Adam finished painting the nursery and we moved the furniture in there. Now it's time to decorate!<br />
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<b>35 Weeks - Coming Up Quick (August 15)</b><br />
Our favorite little gymnast is running out of room, but somehow still managing to make my stomach look like an alien is about to burst out. I can almost fully grab his/her little hand or foot when it sticks out. It's pretty crazy! Aiden was pretty chill compared to this babe. Nursery is probably as close to done as it's going to be, unless I get a kick of inspiration or nesting in the next few weeks. Trying to continue walking, but it's just.so.hot. Still no girl name! Experiencing Braxton Hicks and pelvic pain (yay, end of pregnancy discomforts!). Excited to meet this little nugget, but also enjoying these last weeks before his/her debut.<br />
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<b>37 Weeks - No More Events! (August 29)</b><br />
I had my last big event before the babe on Sunday - Give Me Five. I can't believe I was able to be on my feet for 12 hours and <i>not</i> go into labor! All in all, I felt pretty great the whole day. Monday was a different story - I was <i>so sore</i> all over and beyond exhausted. Last night I was in bed by 7:15pm and I feel like a new woman today. Hard to believe this babe will be here in a matter of weeks!<br />
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<b>38 Weeks</b> <b>- Zero Patience (September 5)</b><br />
I am so ready for this baby to be here! I thought this annoying unknown part at the end wouldn't really both me with the second one. I WAS WRONG. Could you just give me like a three day window, babe? I think it's mostly frustrating because I've been having contractions for a couple weeks now. Hoping my water breaks with this one so I can at least know it's go time. Trying to rest in God's perfect plan and timing. Sigh.<br />
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We have a girl name! Emerson Charlotte. Emerson is a fun name we both liked, meaning "brave". Charlotte is after my Mamabear who went to be with Jesus at the end of July.<br />
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<b>39 Weeks - See You Soon (September 12)</b><br />
No baby, but I (think?) I've calmed down a little bit with the anxiousness. Every moment I spend with Aiden I look at her and think "everything is about to change". Makes me want to cry happy AND sad tears at the same time! This baby drops and jumps so much - one minute s/he is in my ribs, the next I'm confident s/he is going to fall right out. Gross Update (but so is having a baby): lost some of my mucus plug last Wednesday and Thursday, so we figured baby would be coming over the weekend. Then we thought baby would come yesterday with the barometric pressure drop (Thanks, Hurricane Irma). WE WERE WRONG. I've also been diffusing clary sage oil (and maybe covering my body with it) for the past week. Nada. The wait continues.<br />
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<b>Differences this pregnancy</b><br />
-I got a lot bigger a lot faster! Definitely more stretch marks this time around.<br />
-Prenatal yoga has really made a difference in my comfort - I feel like I'm able to breathe again.<br />
-Overall, I've been a LOT more uncomfortable this pregnancy. I'm sure it has nothing to do with raising a toddler while simultaneously growing a human.<br />
-I was pretty religious about walking when I was pregnant with Aiden and went to the gym (to walk) almost daily. With a toddler, no gym membership and the heat of the summer - I really haven't been able to walk nearly as much as I would like. I think that's been a big factor in me being uncomfortable.<br />
-This baby kicks a lot harder and more often than Aiden did. I feel like I'm growing an octopus alien.<br />
-Lots of early labor signs the last month. Contractions, mucus plug lost earlier, etc.<br />
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<b>Final Guess - Boy or Girl?</b><br />
Before the big day, it's time to make note of what we <i>think</i> this little lamb is! First things first, it has been <i>so fun</i> not knowing! I think we'll totally go this route with any future kid(s), too. But ask me again then. :)<br />
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I think it's a boy, for sure! Which kind of makes me think it's a girl (if that makes sense?). Almost everyone has guessed that it's a boy, but I wonder if that's just because we already have a girl? I'm pretty sure Kalyn is the only one who thinks it's a girl! My mom has sworn up and down it's a boy since the day we told her we were pregnant. She's even bought boy clothes already.<br />
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On one hand, a boy would be so fun because we already have a girl and - let's be honest - of course Adam wants a boy! On the other hand, I always wanted a sister and would love to have two girls so close in age - built in besties! Overall, I truly don't care. I know God has had this child handpicked for us since the beginning of time, and what an honor to be trusted to raise another one of his precious children! The absolute privilege of my life.<br />
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I get goosebumps thinking of the moment when we finally meet this babe and find out! I'm so excited!!<br />
<br />Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-91425018472945750272017-07-24T07:57:00.002-04:002017-07-24T07:57:02.934-04:00#SlamDuncanI'm certainly really timely on these blog posts, aren't I? Almost four months later, I guess it's time to share the details of my brother's wedding weekend!<br />
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Before Jeff proposed to Katie, I made it clear that if he did anything to screw it up I would choose Katie over him! She has turned out to be one of my favorite people, ever - and what a joy it was to be able to watch the two of them get married on April 8!<br />
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After a loooong delay, we were finally headed to Fort Worth! Shout out to Adam for being the baby whisperer and getting Aiden to sleep on the plane.<br />
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Rehearsing how to be sisters at the <a href="http://lonesomedovefortworth.com/" target="_blank">Lonesome Dove</a>!</div>
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My handsome date!</div>
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Katie's dad surprised her with a longhorn at the reception! Adam and I happened to be coming back to the reception after leaving Aiden with the babysitter and got caught behind this bad boy in the hallway. We were so confused - and it was MASSIVE! Katie's reaction was amazing when she saw it!</div>
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<br />Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-88266959577269001092017-06-19T14:58:00.000-04:002017-06-19T14:58:03.557-04:00Baby #2 UpdatesIn typical second child fashion, I haven't been keeping track of hardly anything! Sorry, baby!<br />
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<b>15 Weeks and Feeling Great! (March 28)</b><br />
I would say my nausea completely stopped last week, but I had continually been feeling better since about week 11 or 12. Much better than with Aiden! I still have random rough moments (and still get carsick), but overall I'm feeling awesome! So awesome that I often forget I'm pregnant. I almost poured myself a glass of wine at my mom's house the other day!<br />
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By the way, they're right - that second one pops a lot faster! My pants haven't fit for a few weeks now.<br />
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Maggie got me this amazing pregnancy journal/devotional, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Waiting-Wonder-Growing-Faith-Expecting/dp/1400321077" target="_blank">Waiting in Wonder</a>. It's a great way to get my morning's started - I really love it!<br />
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I'm starting to feel the little one flutter every now and then, which is exciting!<br />
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<b>18 Weeks - The News is Out! (April 18)</b><br />
Chris "Ludacris" Bridges was the Honorary Chair at this year's Taste of the Nation, so I took it upon myself to thoroughly creep him out so he could be part of our official announcement. Seriously, how cool is this?!<br />
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<b>19 Weeks - Cruisin' (April 25)</b><br />
Headed out on our <a href="https://www.ncl.com/cruise-ship/escape" target="_blank">long-awaited week long family cruise</a> on April 22. I hung out on the boat the whole time (thanks a lot, Zika), but it was a great trip!!<br />
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Baby is really moving and grooving in there - I've felt the little pipsqueak a few times from outside my belly, and Adam thinks he has, too! Makes it seem so much more real.<br />
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<b>20 Weeks - Don't Assume My Gender! (May 2)</b><br />
Holy cow, halfway already! We went in for our anatomy scan on Thursday, May 4 and successfully <u>didn't</u> find out if our little babe is a boy or girl! It was a fun experience! The ultrasound tech told us to look away when she "went between the legs" and after I asked if she knew what we were having and she said, "I do!" Kind of weird that someone knows and not us. And most importantly, baby looks great and is measuring right on time! (Actually, his/her head is measuring like 2 days behind the rest of its body, so maybe that means this ones noggin won't be in the 98th percentile and easier to push out - cough AIDEN cough. The midwife thought that was a funny way to look at it.)<br />
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Sucking his/her little hand!</div>
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<b>21 Weeks - Moving and Grooving (May 9)</b><br />
Adam for real felt the little one move the night before Mother's Day (May 13)! Even though my placenta is in front again, I definitely started feeling this little one sooner and much more frequently. Celebrated my last (and second) Mother's Day with only one babe earth side!<br />
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<b>24 Weeks - Feeling Huge (May 30)</b><br />
How in the world am I supposed to fit 16 more weeks in this belly? Already feeling huge, but making it a priority to walk 20-30 minutes a day (read: making it a priority does not equal success). I also started doing these 10 minute prenatal yoga videos very night and I LOVE it. I feel very relaxed afterwards.<br />
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Elizabeth Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554115920600678556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023004467586847889.post-13167341691609082382017-05-08T15:18:00.004-04:002017-05-08T15:19:23.113-04:00Fedora the ExplorerTo celebrate my parents' 30th wedding anniversary and my mom's 60th birthday, my mom and dad took the whole family on a cruise! We headed out on the <a href="https://www.ncl.com/cruise-ship/escape" target="_blank">Norwegian Escape</a> on Saturday, April 22 for a week! It was such a blast to have the whole family together for an entire week, even if it did sometimes feel like we were on two separate trips (read: vacation with a toddler is not a vacation).<br />
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Arrived in Miami and dad was ready to party! (Check out his fedora!)</div>
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Headed to the ship Saturday morning - the gang's all here!</div>
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I stayed on the ship at all three ports (thanks, Zika), and Aiden and Adam hung back with me in St. Thomas. I'm telling you, that's the secret! The boat was EMPTY. It was amazing. Aiden was brave enough to go down the <a href="https://vimeo.com/216554400" target="_blank">water slide with daddy</a> (and mommy!).</div>
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Good morning, Tortola! Adam and Aiden headed to a beach with Jeff, Katie and Mitch while I hung back nursing a cold (boo).</div>
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Breakfast in our jammies!</div>
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The joys of a private balcony. :)</div>
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Cookies by the pool! Is there anything better? (Actually, yes. Endless soft serve by the pool.)</div>
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And the last fedora picture of the trip. What a great time we had! Thanks, mom and dad!!</div>
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