The Helmet

Pretty Princess had colic and until about the age of 3 months she wouldn't sleep AT ALL unless she was swaddled.

"The Burrito"

Well all that spending time on her back caused quite the flat spot on her noggin. :( We started noticing it about the time she turned 2 months. The Dr. has been watching it and at her 4 month sent us to see if she needed a helmet. They told us to keep her off her head as much as possible. Pretty much the only time she is on the back of her head now is if she is asleep and has positioned herself that way. We have even been taking her to physical therapy to try to help as well. We recently took her back, and despite our best efforts, it hasn't gotten that much better. It isn't an extreme case and we were told that the flat spot wouldn't hurt her development but that they suggested we go ahead and do it. Since we don't want her coming to us later on in life wondering why we didn't get it fixed we have decided to go ahead with it. So once everything is cleared with our insurance Kayla will be sporting one of these 23 hours a day for the next 3 months or so...

I am not going to lie. I REALLY don't like the fact that she will have to wear it but I also know that this is what is best for our sweet baby. We are praying that combining the helmet with physical therapy will speed the process along.

There are a lot of things that I am thankful for during this whole thing. The flat spot won't cause any development problems. Her case isn't really bad so she won't have to wear it as long as some babies do. I am thankful that God has allowed me to be a stay at home mommy because we will probably have to go in a few times a month to make adjustments. I am thankful for our insurance. We are blessed to have amazing insurance that is going to take care of the cost of most of this. And I am VERY thankful that Pretty Princess won't remember any of this. I know how mean kids can be and as much as it brakes my heart now that she has to have it I am thankful she isn't older.

Kayla's Birth

I was due with Kayla July 4th, 2010. She didn't like the idea of sharing her birthday with a holiday I guess because she refused to come out! We went for walk after walk after walk. I drank red raspberry tea. I ate spicy food...which I hate. I ate egg plant Parmesan. I did everything that I could think of to get the girl out but she wasn't coming! My Dr. scheduled us to come in the night of July 8th and then start pitocin the next morning. Well, the morning of the 8th I started having major back pain so I moved from the bed to the couch in the living room at about 6am. I didn't really think anything of it until I realized the back pain was coming every 7 minutes or so. See, I never really had any contractions before that so I didn't know what to expect. I took a shower and then woke up David to tell him I thought I was in labor. I called the hospital and they told me to call back when the were 5 minutes apart. We went to Chic-fil-a and had some breakfast at about 8:30 and then went and walked around Penn Square Mall. There aren't many people at the mall that early but I am pretty sure the ones that were wondered if they were going to have to deliver a baby. Contractions HURT! By 9:30 my contractions were every 5 minutes apart so we called back and they told us to come in. Praise Jesus!
We got there and got checked in. The nurse checked me and I was at a 2. This was progress for me b/c I hadn't dilated at all until that morning. Kayla's heart was kind of doing funny things so I was told even if I wasn't in active labor yet I would be staying. By 11 I had gotten my IV, my Dr. had broken my water and I had gotten my epidural. I was going to try to make it to a 4 but once I realized they would give it to me whenever I wanted it I frantically said, YES PLEASE!

Ahhh, that's better! Pretty sure I LOVE epidural's.
Things kind of calmed down after that. I stopped progressing very much and had only made it to a 3 a few hours later. Kayla's heart was still doing funny things so they gave me pitocin to see if they could speed up labor. Well Kayla didn't like that so they eventually had to stop pitocin. My Dr. said she was going to go deliver some twins and she would come back so we could discuss what we wanted to do. I think I kind of knew when I wasn't progressing that I was going to end up with a c-section. Pretty much the second she walked out of the room Kayla's heart rate dropped to the point that it wasn't registering on the monitor. Longest moment of our lives I think. David was just about to go get the nurse when my Dr. came back in and said she had just seen the same thing on the nurses computer and that she thought we needed to go ahead and get her out. The next few minutes were a blur. They took David to change into scrubs and I was wheeled down the hall. They gave me more medicine and suddenly I was numb from my neck down. Weird! They took me into surgery and got me moved onto the surgical bed and draped me for surgery. I think that was when the tears started coming. I tried to hide them but when you can't move any part of your body it is kind of hard. I don't really think that I was scared, just overwhelmed. It all happened so fast! David was able to come in then and it made me feel better having him next to me. Before I knew it she was out...screaming her little head off! She was fine. Her chord had just gotten wrapped around her leg and arm. The pressure from contractions was putting pressure on her and causing her heart rate to drop.

My inlaws had gotten there a little bit earlier from Arkansas but were on their way to get something to eat when David had to tell them to come back. I didn't even get to see my parents before I went back. They got their moments after I was wheeled in for surgery. Everyone was waiting for me as I was wheeled out. I was very groggy but thankful our baby girl was alright! I finally got to hold her for the first time about an hour later. One of the best moments of my life.

It didn't exactly go the way we had planned but I am thankful that our baby made it here safe and sound. She is our perfect little gift from God!

Restart please...

I am training for a marathon.  This will be my second.  The first one I ran 4 plus years ago.  Pre-Husband, Pre-Baby.  Back when my jeans zipped up like they should.  Training has been a bit harder this go around.  I do have the most amazing stroller in the world, The Bob, which helps.  But with the weather being like it has been I try to find time to run alone without Pretty Princess (Pretty sure she thinks that is her real name).  And when I do my long runs, usually on Saturday or Sunday,  I leave the babe with my hubs or with her grandparents.
Today I ran 8 miles.    However,  I had only run about 10 seconds when I bit it.  Yep, bit it.  I got up to make sure no one saw me.  Should have known I wouldn't be so lucky.  I was at Lake Hefner and there is always someone there.  Thankfully the man on the bike didn't say anything to me since I sprung up and immediately started running again.  I waited until he had passed and then I stopped to look at the damage.  Bloody knee.  That's fine.  Doesn't hurt too bad.  Then I realized I ripped a hole in the knee of my BRAND NEW running pants.  I have never been cool enough to have actual running pants and then I go and rip them! NOT COOL!!  Oh well, guess I get to sew them up.  Adds character, right?
I came home and spent some time with my Dad and Kayla.  He went home and then Kayla took a nap.  I showered and changed and then decided to clean my ears.  I mean, why not?  Some how I shoved the q-tip in my ear WAY farther than it needed to go.  Shooting pain went down the left side of my face.  Fail!  I took some Advil and laid down on the couch.  It's still throbbing by the way.
With that being said, I would like to restart my day.  Back when my skin was still on my knee, I had cool running pants and I didn't want to remove my left ear.

Hello again

So, it has been awhile.  A long while.  I haven't blogged in over a year and a half.  I don't really know that I have anything profound to say.  I just think I need to document the life of our little girl.  I am not really a "scrapper", as my husband would say, so this is my solution to that problem.  We had our sweet baby in July and life will never be the same!  She is pretty much the coolest most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  And the most real picture of how God loves me that I have ever been a part of.  I cannot believe that God has entrusted me to be her mommy.  Parenting is hard but I am thankful to have my husband to share the road with.  He is pretty awesome and I love him more than life.