If your baby is "beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time," you're the grandparent.
~Teresa Bloomingdale
Family is the most important thing in my life, and Carter is so lucky to have both sets of grandparents and uncles only minutes away.
Since today is the first anniversary of my Grandma Jean's death, I am very appreciative of the relationship I had/have with my Grandparents.
Grandpa Warren died the day of my Grade 10 Social Studies final. June 23, 2000. I was able to say goodbye to him, and I will always cherish that.
Grandma Jean died on a cold Monday morning. November 30, 2009. I was able to say goodbye to her, and I will always cherish that.
Some of my favorite memories growing up were days spent with Grandpa Warren and Granny Jean.
Spending the weekend at their house always meant white toast and eggs for breakfast, spending the night in my dad's old room, throwing clothes down the laundry shoot in the bathroom and playing in the sandbox underneath the big tall pine tree in the backyard.
Their house never really had any toys, but we made our own.
Using an old serving tray we would play restaurant, and the crawlspace was the kitchen.
Grandma's hair rollers would always end up in my hair.
Card houses were built on the carpet.
Old photo albums were brought out and a history lesson was given.
Christmas Eve was always spent at their house, the basement filled with family, food and laughs.
They were the best hosts.
Camping trips were plenty, and Grandma Jean taught me how to play Crib.
Grandpa could always be found in the garage, puttering around smoking his pipe, meticulously organizing shop supplies or making wooden tulips.
He let us mow the lawn, then put divots in the lawn teaching us to golf.
Many afternoons were spent in the sun, weeding and planting the flower beds with Granny.
Church on Sunday, followed by Pizza 73 will always be my favorite memory of Granny Jean.
I have a head full of memories of my grandparents, and I wouldn't trade them in for any amount of money.
I look forward to Carter making memories with his grandparents.
I want him to look back in 20 years and realize how lucky he is, and how loved he is.
Cuz nothing makes me feel better than when I look back and realize how lucky I am, and how loved I am!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
1 month down, hundreds more to go!
Carter is 1 month old!
At 1 month, Carter:
-weighs 9lbs 2oz
- is 21 inches long
- sleeps in his crib (most nights!)
- holds his head up when he is actively awake
- kicks his legs and moves his arms all the time
- doesn't like to be swaddled anymore, since he is so squirmy
- is trying to smile
- has red hair and blue eyes
- still looks just like Daddy
- is very interested in lights
- loves watching mobiles on his crib and playpen
- has a reflux problem and the colicky times seems more frequent now
- still fits newborn clothes,they are small in the feet/legs, but is a little too big for 0-3 month stuff
- feeds every 2 hours, sometimes 3 during the night
-has been babysat by Grandma and Grandpa Mills for 5 hrs
- does not like to take his Vitamin D
- has days where he is awake for hours, and days where he sleeps all day
At 1 month, Carter:
-weighs 9lbs 2oz
- is 21 inches long
- sleeps in his crib (most nights!)
- holds his head up when he is actively awake
- kicks his legs and moves his arms all the time
- doesn't like to be swaddled anymore, since he is so squirmy
- is trying to smile
- has red hair and blue eyes
- still looks just like Daddy
- is very interested in lights
- loves watching mobiles on his crib and playpen
- has a reflux problem and the colicky times seems more frequent now
- still fits newborn clothes,they are small in the feet/legs, but is a little too big for 0-3 month stuff
- feeds every 2 hours, sometimes 3 during the night
-has been babysat by Grandma and Grandpa Mills for 5 hrs
- does not like to take his Vitamin D
- has days where he is awake for hours, and days where he sleeps all day
Monday, November 15, 2010
Birth Day
So I have been a new mom for 4 weeks now.
Some days its so hard to believe it has been 4 weeks already, and at other times I think "only 4 weeks?! It feels like months"
The first few days at home were anything but easy.
I will back up a bit and give a history of the day he was born.
I woke up at around 2am Monday morning (oct 18) as I had a really sore tummy.
It just felt like menstrual cramps, nothing like the 'contractions' I was expecting, so I had NO clue I was in the early stages of labour. I was a week early and I didn't really have any Braxton Hicks, and, and most first time moms go overdue, and all my first time mom friends were being induced, so I thought that would happen to me too!
Mark left for work at 6am, and told me I was probably in labour, and I told him he was crazy.
He called me around 8 to check in, and to my surprise I was still feeling crampy, and it was getting worse, but was still in denial about being in labour.
I would email him every hour reporting the time the sore tummy started and stopped and how long in between they were.
I sent my close friends a message saying I thought I was in labour, and emailed my Mom.
Finally at 11am, after 3 hrs of sending emails to Mark, I convinced myself that since they were 20 mins apart, and starting to hurt, that I was indeed in labour.
Mark finished work and came home at 2:30pm, I had a good cry because I was scared, and we watched Friends, ironically the one where Anna Ferris is in labour with Chandler and Monica's kid!
My mom came over at 4pm when she was done work, and her and Mark watched me moan in pain, walk around and relax on my giant exercise ball.
Finally around 6:30, I had a really painful contraction, and we headed out to the hospital.
I wanted to stay at home as long as possible, and I was going to be so angry if I got to the hospital and they were going to send me home.
I went to the Labour and Delivery floor to get checked out by a nurse.
I was only 3cm's. Usually if you are less than 4 they will send you home for a couple hrs and tell you to come back.
UGH, just what I didn't want!
They asked me how I felt about going home, and I told them I wasn't comfortable with that.
Luckily for me, my OB was doing her rounds in the hospital that night, so she was sitting at the nursing desk and came in to see me. She checked me and said I was 4cm's and asked if I wanted her to break my water to get the show on the road. I guess the rest is history!
I was admitted around 7pm, and they put me into a shower, as the hot water helps with contractions and speeds up labour.
Both my mom and Mark were in my delivery room, but you just kind of enter the 'zone', so I don't really remember talking to either of them.
Mark was in the shower with me, and my mom was observing and patiently waiting, and giving progress updates to my Dad and Marks family who were growing more and more impatient as the time ticked on.
Mark was a great coach, and I couldn't have done it without him!
I remember getting checked a couple time and went from 6cms to 7cms in about 10 mins, then kind of seemed to hover at 7cm for what seemed like forever. I remember saying if they checked me again and I was only 7cms I was going to ask for an epidural, cuz I just couldn't keep going with that kind of pain for much longer.
To everyone's surprise, I was ready to go!
The nurses kind of went into panic mode trying to get my Dr there in time.
Luckily she made it and after 15 mins of pushing, Mr Carter Logan Burris made his way into this world at 10:19pm.
The only thing that I didn't expect was how little he was.
I was a big baby- 8lbs 10oz. Mark was 8lbs 9oz.
He felt like a 10 pounder in my stomach, yet he was a teeny tiny 7lbs even.
I wasn't shocked he was a boy, since we decided not to find out the gender.
I wasn't shocked he had red hair, I was a red head until I was 1, and Mark is a red head.
It was midnight before they wheeled me to the Maternity Ward, and we made a pit stop at the waiting area to introduce him to the antsy, bored and hungry family members waiting to meet him.
We did good in the hospital.
He slept good, we were good at nursing and we couldn't wait to go home!
We were discharged on Wednesday, and had a rough first night and day.
I had a visit from a public health nurse and a lactation consultant.
I would rather give birth again than do the first 7-10 days.
They were the hardest, but as I look back now, we have overcome many road blocks and he was totally worth it!
Some days its so hard to believe it has been 4 weeks already, and at other times I think "only 4 weeks?! It feels like months"
The first few days at home were anything but easy.
I will back up a bit and give a history of the day he was born.
I woke up at around 2am Monday morning (oct 18) as I had a really sore tummy.
It just felt like menstrual cramps, nothing like the 'contractions' I was expecting, so I had NO clue I was in the early stages of labour. I was a week early and I didn't really have any Braxton Hicks, and, and most first time moms go overdue, and all my first time mom friends were being induced, so I thought that would happen to me too!
Mark left for work at 6am, and told me I was probably in labour, and I told him he was crazy.
He called me around 8 to check in, and to my surprise I was still feeling crampy, and it was getting worse, but was still in denial about being in labour.
I would email him every hour reporting the time the sore tummy started and stopped and how long in between they were.
I sent my close friends a message saying I thought I was in labour, and emailed my Mom.
Finally at 11am, after 3 hrs of sending emails to Mark, I convinced myself that since they were 20 mins apart, and starting to hurt, that I was indeed in labour.
Mark finished work and came home at 2:30pm, I had a good cry because I was scared, and we watched Friends, ironically the one where Anna Ferris is in labour with Chandler and Monica's kid!
My mom came over at 4pm when she was done work, and her and Mark watched me moan in pain, walk around and relax on my giant exercise ball.
Finally around 6:30, I had a really painful contraction, and we headed out to the hospital.
I wanted to stay at home as long as possible, and I was going to be so angry if I got to the hospital and they were going to send me home.
I went to the Labour and Delivery floor to get checked out by a nurse.
I was only 3cm's. Usually if you are less than 4 they will send you home for a couple hrs and tell you to come back.
UGH, just what I didn't want!
They asked me how I felt about going home, and I told them I wasn't comfortable with that.
Luckily for me, my OB was doing her rounds in the hospital that night, so she was sitting at the nursing desk and came in to see me. She checked me and said I was 4cm's and asked if I wanted her to break my water to get the show on the road. I guess the rest is history!
I was admitted around 7pm, and they put me into a shower, as the hot water helps with contractions and speeds up labour.
Both my mom and Mark were in my delivery room, but you just kind of enter the 'zone', so I don't really remember talking to either of them.
Mark was in the shower with me, and my mom was observing and patiently waiting, and giving progress updates to my Dad and Marks family who were growing more and more impatient as the time ticked on.
Mark was a great coach, and I couldn't have done it without him!
I remember getting checked a couple time and went from 6cms to 7cms in about 10 mins, then kind of seemed to hover at 7cm for what seemed like forever. I remember saying if they checked me again and I was only 7cms I was going to ask for an epidural, cuz I just couldn't keep going with that kind of pain for much longer.
To everyone's surprise, I was ready to go!
The nurses kind of went into panic mode trying to get my Dr there in time.
Luckily she made it and after 15 mins of pushing, Mr Carter Logan Burris made his way into this world at 10:19pm.
The only thing that I didn't expect was how little he was.
I was a big baby- 8lbs 10oz. Mark was 8lbs 9oz.
He felt like a 10 pounder in my stomach, yet he was a teeny tiny 7lbs even.
I wasn't shocked he was a boy, since we decided not to find out the gender.
I wasn't shocked he had red hair, I was a red head until I was 1, and Mark is a red head.
It was midnight before they wheeled me to the Maternity Ward, and we made a pit stop at the waiting area to introduce him to the antsy, bored and hungry family members waiting to meet him.
We did good in the hospital.
He slept good, we were good at nursing and we couldn't wait to go home!
We were discharged on Wednesday, and had a rough first night and day.
I had a visit from a public health nurse and a lactation consultant.
I would rather give birth again than do the first 7-10 days.
They were the hardest, but as I look back now, we have overcome many road blocks and he was totally worth it!
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