The Sick Blues
2 months ago
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Newborn pictures
My friend Lorie came and took Trey's newborn pictures last week. Here are just a few.
more to come soon.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Move on over Emmry
Emmry has had a rude awakening. She's not the baby in the family anymore. She is having a hard time adjusting and not always going to get what she wants, when she wants. This picture is cute, but I bribed her with mellows to get close to Trey and smile without squishing him or hitting him. She has gotten mad at me a few times where she would ripe the blanket away from me or take Trey's binks and just down right want to smack him. She was upset that I couldn't help her right then and there. Boy to we have some adjusting to do. Hopefully it will happen soon and she will be my big little helper around the house.
Must they leave?
I'm going to miss having them around. Not only were they a big help around the house and with Emmry, it was just fun to have them here. I guess there are pros and cons about living out of state from family.
But I'm honesty going to miss this woman the most.....I love you Mom.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Newborn Pictures
Trey got his newborn pictures taken today. He is 2 weeks old and slept the whole time. I remember Emmry was a bear and cried the whole time. Lorie ended up coming back a couple days later because I just gave up trying. I'm so glad Trey didn't act like that. He is such a good baby! I can't wait to see what Lorie captured today!
Monday, August 13, 2012
No longer a newborn?
Trey lost his little shriviled up umbilical cord today. I'm sad. I feel like he lost his little newborn-ness.
Mom saves the day
My Mom cleaned my toilets, mopped my floor, took Emmry for walks, did laundry, fixed meals.....it was all so dreamy. It was like having the perfect maid in the house without having to pay her.
I love you Mom. Thank you for coming to visit, not only to squeeze and kiss my new lil' munchkin, but to take care of me too. You are the best.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Basking in the sun
Trey is a just a little jaundice. The Dr. said that I need to feed him more so he would poop more to get rid of the jaundice. I'm doing that, but also using an oldie but a goodie method.....natural sunlight.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
First day of school
Tage started 4th grade today.
He looks so grown up. Maybe it's the long hair? Maybe it's the attitude on his face? Maybe it's because he really is growing up right before my eyes.
With having a baby just 3 days ago, let's just say Tage got the short end of the stick and didn't get his 'back-to-school' shopping done. Last night I was rummaging through the boxes in my craft/sewing room trying to find at least a notebook and pencil for him to take to school. The trip to Target was going to have to wait.
Tage was watching T.V when I was telling him that he would just need to write down everything that he would need in the notebook I found and that I was sorry he didn't have all the supplies along with no new clothes, backpack or anything. I had to ask him if he heard me and to pay attention to me and not the T.V. He said that he heard me and that it was ok and didn't matter.
That just shows you how different boys are than girls. Boys could care less about all that stuff. As long as they had clothes that didn't smell like they came out of the hamper and a notebook and pencil they were good. Girls on the other hand, spend hours the night before (or perhaps weeks before) organizing their new folders labeled by subject and laying out their new clothes for the whole first week of school and then would set their alarm 2 hours before they would need to leave for school just to make sure they were ready and on time for their big day. Sheesh. Glad Tage is a boy. I wouldn't have been able to handle all that with just having a baby.
Anyway, I could tell Tage was a bit nervous this morning seeing that he is at a new school and doesn't know anyone. I just hope and pray this will be a good year for him. He has had alot of change within the past couple months with the move, new baby, and now a new school and friends to make. I hope that he will adjust quickly and be ok.
Good luck this year Tager. I love you,
Mom.
He looks so grown up. Maybe it's the long hair? Maybe it's the attitude on his face? Maybe it's because he really is growing up right before my eyes.
With having a baby just 3 days ago, let's just say Tage got the short end of the stick and didn't get his 'back-to-school' shopping done. Last night I was rummaging through the boxes in my craft/sewing room trying to find at least a notebook and pencil for him to take to school. The trip to Target was going to have to wait.
Tage was watching T.V when I was telling him that he would just need to write down everything that he would need in the notebook I found and that I was sorry he didn't have all the supplies along with no new clothes, backpack or anything. I had to ask him if he heard me and to pay attention to me and not the T.V. He said that he heard me and that it was ok and didn't matter.
That just shows you how different boys are than girls. Boys could care less about all that stuff. As long as they had clothes that didn't smell like they came out of the hamper and a notebook and pencil they were good. Girls on the other hand, spend hours the night before (or perhaps weeks before) organizing their new folders labeled by subject and laying out their new clothes for the whole first week of school and then would set their alarm 2 hours before they would need to leave for school just to make sure they were ready and on time for their big day. Sheesh. Glad Tage is a boy. I wouldn't have been able to handle all that with just having a baby.
Anyway, I could tell Tage was a bit nervous this morning seeing that he is at a new school and doesn't know anyone. I just hope and pray this will be a good year for him. He has had alot of change within the past couple months with the move, new baby, and now a new school and friends to make. I hope that he will adjust quickly and be ok.
Good luck this year Tager. I love you,
Mom.
Trey's birth story
Saturday, August 4, 2012 was a typical Saturday for us lately. A day consumed with yard work and house projects. There is always something to do when you move into a home on a 2+ acre property just 2 months before having a baby.
I had been been dilated to a 4 and 90% effaced since Monday so I figured that today would be the day to naturally induce myself into labor by doing yard work. I worked outside in the 100*+ weather all morning. After my snack/lunch of Ritz crackers and cheese I began working on cleaning the garage. It's quite sad when we have lived in our new home for 2 months and have a 4+ garage storing not one vehicle in it because of the unpacked or loose items not put away.
At about 3:30 I was tired and ready to be done with the garage. It wasn't completely done but at least we could fit the vehicles in.
I took a long shower. It felt so good not to be drenched in sweat. I thought a pedicure sounded good so Ty took the kids to buy a few more chickens and I went to get a pedicure. It wasn't until 5:30pm that I finally got to the nail salon and I don't recall having any contractions, at least none that bothered me. But during the hour that I was getting my pedicure I think I had 2, maybe 3 contractions, nothing bad though, just felt a little crampy.
After my pedicure I went to Chipolte to get a couple burritos for dinner. Tyson was just getting back to the house with the chickens and then was going to go to the store to get the stuff to make homemade salsa.
I got home at 7:00pm. Instantly the contractions hit. I put the last few items needed in my hospital bag telling myself that tonight was the night! Ty came in to door about 10 minutes later. I began fixing Emmry a grilled cheese sandwich. Although I only had gotten as far as to get the bread and pan out when a contraction stopped me in my tracks and made me stop to breath through it. Ty asked if I was ok. I told him I was having a contraction and needed to lie down. He finished making Emmry's cheese sandwich and the salsa as I layed on the couch timing my contractions which were about 3-5min apart and lasting 1 minute. I told Ty that we needed to get ready to go to the hospital soon.
At 7:20pm I called my friend Aimee giving her the heads up that I was going to bring the kids over and letting her know what was going on.
As I layed on the couch trying to begin my hypnobirthing, I would holler out what needed to be done next....put more wipes in the diaper bag....don't forget your toothbrush Tage.....put Emmry's jammies on....
An hour later we were in the car headed to drop of the kids. Emmry loves to go to her little friend Caroline's house so I knew that she would be ok, which is comforting and sad at the same time. Comforting because I know that she is happy and in good hands, but sad because she is getting more and more independent and doesn't need me at her side all the time. I guess this means she is growing up and no longer a baby anymore.
By now it is 8:30pm and we were on the freeway headed to the hospital. I made a quick call to my Mom telling her what was going on and to stay close to the phone. Then I continued to listen to my hypnobirthing. 8:45pm we arrived at the hospital. Tyson had to just take over and answer all the questions as I tried to relax through contractions. All I could think about was the pressure. I was having a hard time getting into my hypnobirthing like I had been hoping for. I asked the nurse if she had called my Dr. yet, she said no and that she had to check me first. I thought to myself, 'well dang it all lady, then check me already!' She did and I was dilated to a 7 and 100% effaced. HORRAY! She quickly said, "Oh! ok, I will call your Dr. now." And then left the room. (Duh! I told you too!)
I was then transferred to the labor and delivery room. My contractions were stronger and about every 2 minutes lasting what seemed to be forever, but only a minute. The nurse asked me if I wanted an epidural. At that moment I said yes and to bring it in but to check me before I get it to see where I am at. I can't believe I said that. I wanted to do natural childbirth. I was having doubts I could do it. But then I thought, 'I'm at a 7! I can do this! Focus, Cherice. Just relax. Head to toe. Deep breathes all the way down.' and that's what I did. I worked through the contractions trying hard to relax without my Ipod hypnobirthing or any relaxing music. Just my mind.
It had only been about 30 minutes since the nurse had called Dr. Bryan when he walked in the door. Wow! That was fast I thought but was instantly relieved that he was there. He came straight over to me, touched my shoulder and said nothing but positive, encouraging words and telling me that I was doing a great job. He said he was going to check me to see where I was at and asked that if I was at a 9 or 10 if I just wanted him to break my water and have my baby. I nodded my head yes as I closed my eyes through another contraction. (He knew that I was wanting to to natural childbirth) He checked me. I was at a 10! YES! Let's do this! He broke my water and after 3 good pushes Trey entered the world! He was calm. Didn't make a sound. I was worried. I rubbed his little body trying to stimulate him to get a good cry. He didn't make a peep. The nurse took him and put him on oxygen just for a minute or two. He was breathing, but still calm and seemed to be doing fine. They weighed him, cleaned him up a bit, did his little feet prints, poked his heal and still not a cry out of him. I started to nurse him. He latched right on. I was smitten. In complete love with him. He was perfect.
I was still a little concerned but just held my baby boy close, praying that everything would be fine. Immediately I became just as calm as he was. I knew that the Lord was watching over both of us. Then, I just held his warm little body against my chest trying to capture my thoughts and feelings of what had just happen.
I was blessed with an easy and smooth pregnancy and delivery. No problems or concerns the whole time. I wanted to do natural childbirth and I did. I am so happy with how everything turned out. Everything happen so fast! Crazy fast really! From the time I started to have real, noticeable contractions, to the time little Trey was born was only 3 hours! And only 1 hour of that was spent in the hospital! Wow! I'm glad I even made it there! Heaven forbid I deliver on the side of the freeway. Maybe next time will be a home delivery!
I feel so blessed and honored to be given this healthy, handsome, perfect baby boy to care for. I couldn't be happier. I am so in love with this little guy.
I had been been dilated to a 4 and 90% effaced since Monday so I figured that today would be the day to naturally induce myself into labor by doing yard work. I worked outside in the 100*+ weather all morning. After my snack/lunch of Ritz crackers and cheese I began working on cleaning the garage. It's quite sad when we have lived in our new home for 2 months and have a 4+ garage storing not one vehicle in it because of the unpacked or loose items not put away.
At about 3:30 I was tired and ready to be done with the garage. It wasn't completely done but at least we could fit the vehicles in.
I took a long shower. It felt so good not to be drenched in sweat. I thought a pedicure sounded good so Ty took the kids to buy a few more chickens and I went to get a pedicure. It wasn't until 5:30pm that I finally got to the nail salon and I don't recall having any contractions, at least none that bothered me. But during the hour that I was getting my pedicure I think I had 2, maybe 3 contractions, nothing bad though, just felt a little crampy.
After my pedicure I went to Chipolte to get a couple burritos for dinner. Tyson was just getting back to the house with the chickens and then was going to go to the store to get the stuff to make homemade salsa.
I got home at 7:00pm. Instantly the contractions hit. I put the last few items needed in my hospital bag telling myself that tonight was the night! Ty came in to door about 10 minutes later. I began fixing Emmry a grilled cheese sandwich. Although I only had gotten as far as to get the bread and pan out when a contraction stopped me in my tracks and made me stop to breath through it. Ty asked if I was ok. I told him I was having a contraction and needed to lie down. He finished making Emmry's cheese sandwich and the salsa as I layed on the couch timing my contractions which were about 3-5min apart and lasting 1 minute. I told Ty that we needed to get ready to go to the hospital soon.
At 7:20pm I called my friend Aimee giving her the heads up that I was going to bring the kids over and letting her know what was going on.
As I layed on the couch trying to begin my hypnobirthing, I would holler out what needed to be done next....put more wipes in the diaper bag....don't forget your toothbrush Tage.....put Emmry's jammies on....
An hour later we were in the car headed to drop of the kids. Emmry loves to go to her little friend Caroline's house so I knew that she would be ok, which is comforting and sad at the same time. Comforting because I know that she is happy and in good hands, but sad because she is getting more and more independent and doesn't need me at her side all the time. I guess this means she is growing up and no longer a baby anymore.
By now it is 8:30pm and we were on the freeway headed to the hospital. I made a quick call to my Mom telling her what was going on and to stay close to the phone. Then I continued to listen to my hypnobirthing. 8:45pm we arrived at the hospital. Tyson had to just take over and answer all the questions as I tried to relax through contractions. All I could think about was the pressure. I was having a hard time getting into my hypnobirthing like I had been hoping for. I asked the nurse if she had called my Dr. yet, she said no and that she had to check me first. I thought to myself, 'well dang it all lady, then check me already!' She did and I was dilated to a 7 and 100% effaced. HORRAY! She quickly said, "Oh! ok, I will call your Dr. now." And then left the room. (Duh! I told you too!)
I was then transferred to the labor and delivery room. My contractions were stronger and about every 2 minutes lasting what seemed to be forever, but only a minute. The nurse asked me if I wanted an epidural. At that moment I said yes and to bring it in but to check me before I get it to see where I am at. I can't believe I said that. I wanted to do natural childbirth. I was having doubts I could do it. But then I thought, 'I'm at a 7! I can do this! Focus, Cherice. Just relax. Head to toe. Deep breathes all the way down.' and that's what I did. I worked through the contractions trying hard to relax without my Ipod hypnobirthing or any relaxing music. Just my mind.
It had only been about 30 minutes since the nurse had called Dr. Bryan when he walked in the door. Wow! That was fast I thought but was instantly relieved that he was there. He came straight over to me, touched my shoulder and said nothing but positive, encouraging words and telling me that I was doing a great job. He said he was going to check me to see where I was at and asked that if I was at a 9 or 10 if I just wanted him to break my water and have my baby. I nodded my head yes as I closed my eyes through another contraction. (He knew that I was wanting to to natural childbirth) He checked me. I was at a 10! YES! Let's do this! He broke my water and after 3 good pushes Trey entered the world! He was calm. Didn't make a sound. I was worried. I rubbed his little body trying to stimulate him to get a good cry. He didn't make a peep. The nurse took him and put him on oxygen just for a minute or two. He was breathing, but still calm and seemed to be doing fine. They weighed him, cleaned him up a bit, did his little feet prints, poked his heal and still not a cry out of him. I started to nurse him. He latched right on. I was smitten. In complete love with him. He was perfect.
I was still a little concerned but just held my baby boy close, praying that everything would be fine. Immediately I became just as calm as he was. I knew that the Lord was watching over both of us. Then, I just held his warm little body against my chest trying to capture my thoughts and feelings of what had just happen.
I was blessed with an easy and smooth pregnancy and delivery. No problems or concerns the whole time. I wanted to do natural childbirth and I did. I am so happy with how everything turned out. Everything happen so fast! Crazy fast really! From the time I started to have real, noticeable contractions, to the time little Trey was born was only 3 hours! And only 1 hour of that was spent in the hospital! Wow! I'm glad I even made it there! Heaven forbid I deliver on the side of the freeway. Maybe next time will be a home delivery!
I feel so blessed and honored to be given this healthy, handsome, perfect baby boy to care for. I couldn't be happier. I am so in love with this little guy.
Finally Branded
It took us 3 days to decide on a name, but I have to say that I absolutely love his name and hope that he will too.
Trey LaMar Rigby
So what if he doesn't have a shirt on.....at least he has a name!
His is named after his Great Grandfather, Ralph LaMar Baird. Both Tyson and I had a very special connection with my Grandpa. He admired Tyson for a lot of things and I would tell Ty that my Grandpa would 'roll out the red carpet' for him. I think about him all the time since he passed away on May 19, 2009. I know that he is watching over my family from heaven and is honored to have Trey carry his name.
I want Trey to know about his Great Grandfather. I will tell him stories. I will tell him how much he loves him.
I hope that Trey will always honor and respect his name because of the meaning behind it.
Trey LaMar Rigby
So what if he doesn't have a shirt on.....at least he has a name!
His is named after his Great Grandfather, Ralph LaMar Baird. Both Tyson and I had a very special connection with my Grandpa. He admired Tyson for a lot of things and I would tell Ty that my Grandpa would 'roll out the red carpet' for him. I think about him all the time since he passed away on May 19, 2009. I know that he is watching over my family from heaven and is honored to have Trey carry his name.
I want Trey to know about his Great Grandfather. I will tell him stories. I will tell him how much he loves him.
I hope that Trey will always honor and respect his name because of the meaning behind it.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Going home......
Today I was discharged from the hospital and went home without a name for this little guy. I didn't ever think we would be 'that couple' that left the hospital without a name for their child. But we are. We are that couple. We left the hospital with a paper that said Baby Boy Rigby on it.
(I wish I would have taken the blanket off him so I could remember how small he was the day we left. But I didn't. It was so cold in the hospital, I wanted to make sure he was warm and cozy. I'm just going to have to imagine from looking at his little head peeking over the blanket)
I want his name to be perfect. I want it to be strong. I want it to be unique, but not odd. I want to love it. I want to have a story behind it.
Family of 5 now
Tage and Emmry came to the hospital this morning to meet their new baby brother!
Tage just starred at him and said that he was so small and so cute.
Emmry didn't know what to think and only held him for a brief 5 seconds.
The crew.....
He's here!
Baby Boy Rigby made his grand debut into this world last night!
Born Saturday, August 4, 2012
at 9:52pm
Born Saturday, August 4, 2012
at 9:52pm
8 lbs 6 oz
20 inches long
We are all so happy and so in love with him!
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