Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Three's a Crowd (Tommy's song)


Everyone knows that babies recognize mom and dad's voice when they come out. Before I got pregnant I heard that if you repeatedly say or sing or read something to your baby before they are born then they will also recognize that.
I had decided that I wanted to Matt to write a song for each of our babies that we can sing to them while I am pregnant ( I would do it but I'm not a song writer so I handed the duty to someone who is).
Matt wrote a perfect little song for Tommy that we would sing to my stomach every night. 
The first time we sang Tommy the song after he was born the recognition in his eyes was amazing. This little song has been such a source of comfort for our little boy. There are have been so many times when nothing seems to console him and the second we start singing this song to him he stops and listens.
We still sing it to him every night. 

Blogger wouldn't let me only upload the song so I had to create a slideshow to go with it.
Enjoy!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Be careful not to blink...

My Tommy is 2 months old and I honestly don't know where the time has gone. I know everyone says that, but seriously

I love life with him. 

He makes me happier than I ever knew a little baby could. He is the sweetest thing in the world. He smiles and laughs and coos. He doesn't just smile with his mouth, he smiles with his whole body. He kicks his little legs and waves his tiny arms. 

I love watching him discover the world around him. His favorite thing is "the baby in the mirror". There is a mirror above his swing and he can watch that little baby looking back at him all day. 

He usually wakes up about twice in the night to eat. I had tried laying down while feeding him a few times and he wouldn't have it. He'd try for a second then scream at me until I picked him up and took him to the rocking chair. But a of couple nights ago I tried it once again and he ate like he had never eaten any other way. I was so excited! After a couple of nights of laying down to feed him and barely waking up as he ate, I realized that I really missed those middle of the night feedings. 


I missed the quiet house. I missed the dimly lit bedroom. I missed the rocking chair. But mostly I missed the sleepy baby and the sleepy mommy silently snuggling together. I missed softly talking to my sweet boy and telling him how much I love him. I missed singing to him and whispering my hopes and dreams for his future into his ear. I missed starring at all of his perfectly tiny features while he guzzled away. I missed him taking forever to burp so that he could have a little extra cuddle time with mom. I missed him falling asleep in my arms feeling safe, happy, full, and most of all, loved.

Needless to say we are back to eating in the rocking chair every night. I figure I should take advantage of the time that he so willingly lays in my arms and snuggles because I swear, if I close my eyes for too long he'll be all grown up.



Monday, January 14, 2013

Shut up and run

After having Tommy 6 weeks ago, I got the ok from my doctor to start running again. I couldn't be happier. I have missed it more than I thought I would. I love, love, love training for races. Especially half marathons, so I thought the perfect way to celebrate me being back in the world of running would be to pick a half marathon and train for it. The Zion half marathon is 10 weeks away and I am beginning my training this week. If you want to join me, here is the training schedule I will be working on: 

Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
35-45 min. Cross train
2 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
2.5 miles
30-40 min. light CT
3 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
2 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
30-40 min. light CT
4 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
2.5 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
30-40 min. light CT
5 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
4 miles
30-40 min. light CT
6 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
30-40 min. light CT
7 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
4 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
4 miles
30-40 min. light CT
8 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
5 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
4 miles
30-40 min. light CT
10 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
4 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
30-40 min. light CT
12 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
4 miles
30-40 min. light CT
5 miles
Rest day
35-45 min. Cross train
3 miles
35-45 min. Cross train
Rest day
30-40 min. light CT
Race day!!
Rest day
Keep me updated on your training!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Birth story + Thomas' first week of life

10 days ago my life changed. 10 days ago I became the happiest person in the world. 10 days ago my little Tommy baby was born. Honestly, I can't believe it has only been 10 days. It seems like I have known my little guy for an eternity. I can't even remember what my life was like without him. He has made Matt and I so incredibly happy. I become overwhelmed with emotion when I look at how perfect he is. I could just sit all day holding him and starring at his little tiny features.
Love
I wanted to share the birth story while it is fresh on my mind. As probably most of you know I went 9 days past my due date. When I went in to my appointment the Monday after my due date the midwife I saw suggested we set an induction date for the following Saturday (November 24). If you read my previous post you know that I wasn't super excited about being induced but either way, I was excited to meet my little guy.

On Friday, the night before the induction, Matt and I went over to my parent's house to hang out and play games with my family. I was glad we went over there because it took my mind off of how nervous I was for the events the following day. Matt and I left my dad's around 10 so we could try and get a good night's sleep before the induction at 7:30 the next morning.

To say that I had a rough night was an understatement. I was so nervous and anxious. I didn't fall asleep until midnight and then I woke up every single hour. Each hour I woke up very uncomfortable. I would get up, go to the bathroom, and walk around for a second until I felt better. I figured I was just super nervous for the morning. It wasn't until I woke up at 4:30 that I realized I was having contractions. I had been contracting for days before that so I didn't really think much of it. I just laid in bed and timed them. They were consistently 6 minutes apart and they were getting stronger. I woke Matt up at 5:30 and told him I was contracting. The contractions quickly became very strong and only 3 minutes apart. I was pacing around the house and whenever a contraction came I would tell Matt, he would start timing them, and I would sit down because they were too strong to walk through.

I told Matt I wanted to wait until 7:30 to go to the hospital because then if I wasn't in real labor they would just induce me like they were planning on doing. But at about 6 I felt like we should head up. Matt ran around the house gathering our last minute items that we needed. We then got in the car and matt sped up to the hospital.
Matt's parking job. I didn't even notice it but I am so glad Sam did and got a pic. 
By the time we got to the U the contractions were killing me. Matt was so sweet and patient with me as I stopped every few seconds for another contraction. When we got up to labor and delivery they checked me and I was dilated to a 6.

Most of my pregnancy I had felt like I wanted to get an epidural. But for some reason just a week or so before my due date I decided I really wanted to go natural. At this point in labor I was starting to feel like I was crazy and really started wanting an epidural. Thanks to a sweet nurse, my Matty, and some counter pressure I was able to make it through without an epidural.

We got to the room that I would be delivering in and I got hooked up to an IV because I was pretty dehydrated. It took 3 pokes but they found a vein that worked and got the IV going. The thing that saved me throughout the labor was the bathtub. I had heard that a bathtub does wonders during labor. Well.. its true. It was so nice. I laid in the tub up until it was time to start pushing.

For me, the pushing stage was by FAR the worst part of labor. My little Tommy baby was stuck under my pelvis so I ended up pushing for 3 and1/2 hours. It. was. misery. Honestly. There is no other way to describe it. The first hour wasn't so bad but after that I lost my energy, my motivation, and I truly didn't think I could do it.

They thought Thomas was going to be pretty big and they felt like if I got his head past my pelvis he would be stuck at his shoulders. So the midwife called in a team of people to be waiting in case that happened. There were probably about 10 doctors in the room waiting for me to push out Thomas' head.

As I was pushing I noticed my midwife talking with an OB and I could tell something was wrong. They came back and told me that the baby's head was really swollen from being stuck for so long. They said that they would give me three more contractions to get him out and if he was still stuck they would have to take him by C-section.

They took a mirror and showed me just how close he was. I saw the top of my little guy's head, I felt it with my hand, said a prayer that I could have the strength to do this and 7 minutes later, at 1:37 pm, the world became a better place.

Proud papa
Because of the swelling in his head they had to quickly check him out and make sure he was ok. They had him at a table near my bed and there were doctors surrounding him. Every few seconds I would catch a glimpse of this perfect little human. I was laughing and crying and kissing my husband. My midwife told me that If I would have gotten an epidural they would have had to do a c section because I wouldn't have been able to push as hard as I needed to in order to get him out. I think that I was prompted to want to go naturally so that I wouldn't have to end up getting a c-section. Tender mercies.

Finally I got to hold my sweet boy and let me tell you what, it was love at first sight. Since then I have barely been able to put him down. I love snuggling with him and starring at all of his perfect little features. There truly are no words to describe the love I have for him. I thank my Father in Heaven for blessing me and trusting me with such a sweet spirit. He is the best baby. He rarely cries and when he does it is so easy to soothe him. He loves to suck his little hand. He LOVES to snuggle on mamas chest. But I'm pretty sure I love it even more than he does. He is usually awake and alert for a lot of the day and I love watching him look around and learn about the new and big world that he is now a part of. I love when he makes eye contact with me and just stares at me like he is starting to recognize that I am his mama.

I was looking at myself in the mirror the other day and I realized that I'm a mom. A mom. And I will be for the rest of my existence. I can't even believe it. But I also couldn't be prouder to be a mom. Specifically to be the mother of Thomas Matthew Weiler.

I love you, Thomas. My life feels so much more complete with you in it. In your short mortal existence you have made me and your dad so so happy. I can't wait to watch you grow and learn. Just promise me you will never grow out of mama baby snuggle time, ok?

The Weilers. Couldn't be happier.

Friday, November 23, 2012

stubborn little guy

November 15. For nine months I expected that I would have my little guy by that date. That was one week and one day ago. Still no baby. It's funny, and a little ridiculous, how hard it has been for me. I have cried, gotten angry, frustrated, gone to bed feeling positive I would wake up in labor. And still... nothing. I feel the same every morning when I wake up. 

It's such a silly and little thing to be upset over though. I mean, as far as we can tell we have a healthy, happy little guy. That's all that really matters. And I know that. Inside me, I do know that is what really matters. The only thing that really matters.

Tomorrow I am going to be induced. I didn't want to be induced. I still don't want to be induced. I wanted to feel labor start. I was excited to have it happen on its own. I always imagined where I would be when it happened. I imagined sending a text to all my family and friends, who have anxiously awaited the arrival of this little guy, telling them this was it. It was finally happening. 

But now I know exactly when it will happen. I know exactly where I will be. All of my friends and family won't need a text or a call because they already know at 7:30 am tomorrow, Matt and I will be in the hospital getting things going. 

Oh well. Life never really turns out how you expect, does it?

I have a healthy, happy, safe, overdue baby. And I'm ok with that. More than ok with that. I am thrilled with that.



Wednesday, October 17, 2012

baby boys a'comin

Its weird.

I feel like I have been preparing to be a mom my entire life. Before I was even married I thought about and dreamed about being a mom. The fact that I only wanted to be a mom was the reason I chose my major, which is family studies. 
I have read about what a good mom does. I have looked at the wonderful examples of mothers that are around me. I have said endless prayers for help to be a good mom when our little guy comes.

But the closer I get to him getting here the more unprepared I feel.
I have his bedroom to get ready.

We have things we need to buy.
I want to clean our house because I don't want our little guy coming into a home that looks like a war zone. 
I started making a star wars quilt for him that I need to finish.
I want more time to work and save up money for him.
So many things....

But here we are. 
4 weeks away from my due date.

And none of it is done.
I feel like I should be freaking out.

And I am.

But mostly...
 I'm excited. 
So so so so excited.
I can't wait to see my little boy.
This little guy that I have come to know over the past 8 months.
I can't wait to feel his soft baby skin and smell his sweet baby smell.
I can't wait to hold him and snuggle with him.
I can't wait to see his dad be a dad.
I can't wait to take care of his every need.

So maybe my house won't be the cleanest and maybe he will have an unfinished star wars quilt. 
oh well.

I'm gonna be a mama in 28 days.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Happy year one, Matty

Man I've been good at blogging the last little while. Better than I have been in months. But then again... I've had a lot of time on my hands these days. 

Plus I needed to blog today because today is a day that I have been looking forward to for a long time. Today is me and Matt's year anniversary! One year ago today I married the greatest man in the world. I know that everyone says that but honestly, there is no man out there that could ever be as perfect for me as my Matthew is. 

I never knew that I could love someone as much as I love him. Everyday I love him more than the day before.

This year has been the greatest year of my life. I have felt more happiness than I could ever have imagined. And if I ever do get sad, Matt is the best at making everything better. We have so much fun together. He makes me laugh harder than anyone. He loves me even when I don't deserved to be loved. I know that there is nothing that he wouldn't do for me and there is absolutely nothing that I wouldn't do for him. 

He is my everything and I can't picture a life without him. I'm glad that I don't have to. I get him forever. And that's the greatest blessing I could ever ask for.

People say that the first year is the hardest.

If this is the hardest year than we are in for a life of bliss.

Happy anniversary, sweetie. I look forward to many, many more. I love you so.