QUICY’S BIRTH STORY

I can’t believe I am just now writing this post!  I have been meaning to for months and I just haven’t found the time to sit down and do it.  I might be 3 months late here but it’s such a good story I had to write it all down so I wouldn’t ever forget all the little details of that day.  Here it goes….Quincy’s birth story.

A short back story before I get started….this pregnancy was definitely my hardest physically.  The medication I took throughout my first two pregnancies (Zofran) was apparently banned and I was left to try a handful of other ‘safe’ options….none of which kicked the nausea for me.  On top of that, I was still struggling (and still am) with symptoms from my POTS diagnosis a few years back.  POTS is a form of dysautonomia that affects my heart and circulation, among other things that I won’t get into right now.  That’s a whole story for another post which I hope to share one day.  But for now, let’s just say my day to day consisted of thousands of heart palpitations and dizzy spells.  I was considered a ‘high risk’ patient due to my condition, which meant lots of extra doctors visits and ultrasounds (that part I did love because I got to see little Quincy all the time!)  Other than feeling the baby kick and knowing that I was forming another human inside of me, there isn’t much I love about being pregnant.  This time around, I just found myself counting down the days until it was over and I could hold her in my arms.

On the morning of Wednesday August 2nd I had an appointment scheduled with my doctor.  I was induced a week early with both of my other kids and delivered them in under three hours….so I kind of hoped that I would be able to get induced again with Q since that is the only birth experience I knew and it was a good one.  So that morning I remember begging Erin, my doc, to induce me early again. I was 38 weeks pregnant and had been walking around at 5cm for 2 weeks (which I didn’t even know was possible) …feeling like I was carrying a bowling ball between my legs.  But because the baby and I were both healthy and there was no medical need to do that, she said she didn’t want to schedule an induction until I was at least 39 weeks pregnant…which fell on that coming Saturday.  Erin was heading out of town that same weekend…so basically, I needed to go into labor naturally by Friday or get induced the next week with a different doctor.  We set the induction date for the next Wednesday and I went home just praying that labor would start on it’s own. That same night Cru was sick with the flu and Sam and I were both up late with him…cold rag on his forehead and puke bowl by our side.  I finally got him to fall asleep on me and as I started carrying him up the stairs to bed my water broke (or so I thought!).  I excitedly shouted out to Sam and we quickly threw together a bag and called my mom to come over and watch the kids while we headed to the hospital.  ( I was told that morning that if my water broke, to head straight to the hospital since I was already so dilated and considering my history of quick labors).  I wasn’t feeling any contractions or pain yet when we arrived, so we were both pretty calm getting checked in. Mentally, I was expecting to have a baby that night.  But they ran all the tests and apparently it wasn’t my water that broke.  To this day, I have no idea what fluid came out of me….they said possibly extra amniotic fluid or maybe I just majorly peed my pants (and the floor? sorry TMI).  I would have sworn on my life that it was my water that broke that night but they sent me home confused, a little embarrassed and super discouraged.   They said that when they were monitoring me, I was having contractions every 10 minutes, but I honestly wasn’t feeling them at all.  They assured me I’d likely be back tomorrow to have the baby if the contractions continued, but to just go home and get some rest.  So after a few tears and some encouragement from my husband….we got back in the car and drove home.

Thursday and Friday came and went with nothing new to report.  I resorted to the fact that I would just have to wait until Wednesday to get induced and I wouldn’t get to have Erin deliver my last baby (she had delivered both of my other two so I was disappointed about that).  But I woke up on Saturday morning feeling some pain that I thought could possibly be the start of labor.  But after only like 4 contractions they fizzled out.  Sam’s sister was in town with her family that day so we decided to meet up with them at the beach.  We spent the morning there and then went home to put Cru down for his nap in the afternoon.  I felt unusually tired too so I decided to lay down to rest and ended up taking a 2 hour nap! (which if you know me, you know I don’t EVER nap!)  When I woke up I felt the same small contractions that I felt that morning and just hoped that they would stick this time.  After 4-5 more contractions I hesitantly told Sam that labor might really be starting now.  With no past experience of going into labor naturally, I didn’t really know what it felt like or what to expect, but I thought this might be it.  Sam was about to head out with the kids to meet up with his sister and I told him to just wait to see if these contractions continued or not.  After a couple more I decided he definitely shouldn’t leave and we called my mom to tell her what was going on.  Sam and I and the kids hoped in the car and headed back to the hospital and my mom was on her way there to pick up the kids after we checked in.  The whole drive to the hospital I was second guessing my decision to go so early because I really didn’t want to arrive there only to get sent home again.  The hospital is only 10 minutes from our house and just as we were arriving I had one really strong contraction that wiped away any fear I had that I wasn’t in (or going into) labor.  Sam dropped me off at the font and I walked in to get checked in (again) while Sam parked the car.  It was 4:28pm.

A sweet nurse led me to my room and told me to change into my gown in the bathroom.  Meanwhile, Sam and the kids met us in there.  When I went to the bathroom I noticed I had quite a bit of blood coming out of me.  I told the nurse and she told me not to worry and that she just needed to ask me a few questions and get me all checked in.  But before she could finish, I had another super strong contraction that left me gripping onto the bedrail for dear life.  I looked at Sam and told him to take the kids outside and meet my mom out there because I didn’t want them to see me in pain.  (I could tell my little Rylee was so scared for me).  As they walked out the door the nurse quickly checked me to see how far I was dilated.  By the look on her face, I knew I was already 10cm. She raced across the room and quickly called in any nurses around that could help her.  As she was calling for a doctor to rush in to deliver, my water broke (the real deal) and I felt Quincy’s head come down in one wildly painful contraction.  The nurse (who thankfully was also a midwife!) told me to take a deep breath and with my next contraction to push.  That I did and out she came.  No doctor, no meds, no IV, not even wristband with my name on it! haha.  Quincy was born at 4:39pm, a whole 11 minutes after we arrived!  And poor Sam missed the whole thing as he was outside waiting for my mom!  My little Quincy, screaming and purple, was put on my chest and that same feeling of pride and overwhelming love that I felt with my other babies, overcame me once again.  7.9 pounds of perfect.  I sat there just staring at her, soaking her in, just she and I and that sweet nurse, who also had tears in her eyes.  I held her there for about 10 minutes before the nurse asked if I wanted to call my husband! I smiled and said yes, and she handed me my phone.  I called Sam and told him I was holding our baby girl.  Of course he raced in, so confused, feeling awful that he missed it.  But she was healthy, and I was healthy, so all we could do was smile and thank God for this incredible blessing and my crazy fast delivery.  If I would have waited any longer, we would have definitely had one of those car birth stories you sometimes hear about.  (which honestly was my worst nightmare!)  But we made it, she made it.  Quincy has made our family complete and are eternally thankful for her.


Rylee turns 6

Well, I’m over a month late in posting this…but better late than never right!  A few weeks back we celebrated Rylee turning 6 with a mermaid pool party, per her request!  Quincy was born just two weeks before her birthday so I was worried I wouldn’t be able to pull off a party (or at least the kind of party I like to throw) for her with such a fresh babe in tow. I somehow managed to have all 3 kids just 2 weeks apart from each other, so birthdays will be really hard, or really easy if I just lump them all into one every year. Haha, I have a feeling that won’t fly.  BUT with the help of my family, we pulled a party together and I think it might have actually been her favorite one to date.  Swimming, cake and her best friends are really all a girl needs ;)  The last couple months have been a little crazy as we have been adjusting to life as a family of five and I’ve felt so bad for not giving Ry the time and attention that she is used to.  A new baby and a new school is a lot of change for a little person, and I’ve been so incredibly proud at how she has handled it all.  She is mature beyond her years and really is the best big sister.  I feel like she and I have a kindred spirit and I can read her very easily because I see so much of myself in her.  She is kind, sensitive, determined, and goofy. She has a lot of really amazing qualities about her, and I get emotional just thinking about how much she means to me.  I feel so lucky to be her momma and to have the privilege of raising her.  Rylee, you are one in a million.

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33 weeks

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Well time has certainly slowed down these last few weeks!  I guess that always happens at the end…I’m just so ready to meet this little person I’ve been carrying around for so long.  But here we are at 33 weeks and that much closer to meeting this baby girl….(who sadly still does not have a name…but we are getting close!) haha.  Sam and I have been (very slowly) putting together the nursery for her the last few months and I’m just crossing my fingers we can get it finished before she arrives.  Because I know good and well that nothing will happen after she comes home with us and we are thrown into that infant stage again where a successful day means actually getting out of my pajama’s and remembering to eat breakfast.  So for now, I am trying my best to enjoy my sleep and check things off the to-do list and spend as much time as I can with my two “big” kids!  Which has made me somewhat of an emotional mess lately.  Time just goes by so quickly and here I am ready to send my first born to kindergarten.  It feels like just yesterday we were bringing Ry home from the hospital!  It’s been almost three years since we’ve had an infant in our house and I seem to have forgotten what I actually need for a newborn!  Question for the new mamas: what are the latest “must-have’s”!?  What couldn’t you live without those first six months?  If you have any suggestions or tips or products you’ve loved,  I’d love to hear about them!

Photos by Jackie Wonders


Nuna SUITED collection

Fathers day is coming up on Sunday and I wanted to share this beautiful new collection of baby gear by Nuna!  I’ve used Nuna products for years now and I am always so impressed with their quality and durability.  This collection is called the SUITED Collection and it’s geared more toward dads and has a really handsome, tailored, masculine feel to it. From hand-sewn leather-look accents to elegantly placed stitch lines, each piece of the SUITED collection boasts meticulous attention to detail on every element.  The fabric is a dark charcoal two-toned tweed that feels stylish and classic at the same time.  This collection includes the MIXX2 stroller + bassinet, the PIPA infant carseat (that adapts to the MIXX2 stroller base), the SENA aire cot which is amazing for traveling, and the LEAF cruv….a swaying lounger perfect for baby.  It basically checks off every major infant gear need for a new mom…and especially dad!  Can’t wait to use these pieces for the new babe come August!

Speaking of dad’s, I probably don’t tell him enough, but Sam is the backbone of this family and I can’t imagine going through this journey without him.  One of my favorite things is watching him be a dad to these 2 (soon to be 3!) kids.  I have never once felt alone or like I was carrying the weight in this parenting gig.  We are a team.  Sam is hands on, all the time…he always has been….constantly thinking of ways to serve us.  I thank God everyday for the husband and father he is.  Like any other couple, we have our ups and downs and disagreements on how to handle certain situations with our kids, but at the end of the day he’s got my back and I’ve got his and together we are doing the best we can to raise happy and kind little humans.  Happy (almost) Father’s day to you Sam…and to my own dad who set the bar pretty dang high of what a good father should look like.  And to all the other amazing dads out there and the moms who are playing both roles!


RAISING A CONFIDENT GIRL
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If there’s one thing I want Rylee to know is that she is beautiful and so very loved.  I grew up with amazing parents who loved me well and told me I was beautiful and always reminded me of my worth….and yet, I still remember struggling with self confidence.  There was so many things I felt were imperfect about appearance….my nose, my hips, my hair, my flat chest.  I was pretty good at picking out my flaws and telling myself that I just wasn’t good enough and that no, I was not beautiful.  I fed into those lies in my head and I let it affect who I was.  Oh to go back in time again and know the things I know now.  I believe that we are all created with purpose.  We all come in different shapes and sizes and colors and that is what makes us beautiful and unique.  Being a mom to a little girl scares me sometimes.  As women, we are so often held to an unrealistic standard of beauty and I want so much to protect her from that, but I know I can’t.  But as her mother, I know what I can do is love her (and tell her so), encourage her in her passions, acknowledge her strengths, and remind her that “even as a girl” she can be anything she wants to be if she works hard and believe’s in herself.  And hopefully, HOPEFULLY, she grows up to see herself the way I see her!

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I love the message that Dove’s #LoveYourHair campaign is spreading. Dove Hair believes a positive role model can greatly impact a girl’s confidence. In fact, a recent Dove study found that 82% of girls learn to care about themselves from their mother.  Rylee is at an age now where she looks up to me in almost every way.  She wants to be just like me, and while I selfishly really love that, it also holds a certain weight, knowing my words and actions are being soaked up like a sponge.  Teaching her to love herself, starts with me.

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