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Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Fork

A fork in the road is a metaphor, based on a literal expression, for a deciding moment in life or history when a major choice of options is required.

I don't particularly like when I come to the "fork in the road" so to speak, in life. I specifically remember a time in my life that I came to this fork in my life. Jake had just asked me out for the first time. I had this feeling that if I started dating him we would probably end up getting married. I remember sitting in my house in Steelville actually talking to a friend on the phone about the "fork" in the road. I knew that if I made the decision to start dating Jake the possibility of dating anyone else was probably over.

I don't have those life defining moments too often. But, as I sit here today I am starting to feel it once again. So, what do you do when you come to the fork in the road? Pray about it? Seek God's direction?


I guess I am just afraid that I will miss the direction that God is trying to lead us. I am scared I won't "hear" his voice in this next step of life. I don't know why the life changing decisions have to be so hard. One of my friends texted me this week and said, "Why can't their be a Parenting Manual?" I wonder why there can't be a Life Manual. A book that tells you which financial decision to make or not make. What path to take...what job is best for your family & life. What career path you should take that will make you the happiest.

I am certain that if I continue to pray about it clarity will eventually come and the best manual is definitely The Bible. I get it, I get it! Why does life have to be so hard sometimes?

Jake and I were talking about our life yesterday and the silly decisions we have made in our 8 years together. The phrase "Live & Learn" comes to mind. We have a lot of living still to do and a WHOLE lot of learning.

Whatever comes in the next chapter in our life is sure to be a good one...I just have to keep reminding myself of this!! I am so thankful that on that day almost 10 years ago I made the decision to take the road of Jake Wilson. I can't imagine life any other way!! I am so glad that I have someone by my side that I wholeheartedly trust. He is incredibly smart and is full of wisdom beyond his 32 years!

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

"What's Going On With The Wilson's"

I've been sitting here trying to put into words what has been going on in our lives over the past month and I don't even know where to begin. About a month ago I posted a blog about "Fear" and how we were very uncertain what this year held for us financially because of our house situation. I had a "God Moment" that particular day. We were getting ready to show our house to a new couple that week. I really felt peace about it.

The couple came in and loved our house. We got really good feedback and they decided they wanted to come see it again on Saturday. Up to this point, we had never had anybody come back a 2nd time. To say we were thrilled was an understatement! We heard that we should be getting an offer within the week. The lady was working out of town and wasn't able to do anything while she was gone. That week was the LONGEST week of our lives. Each day, Jake and I would say..."One more day is done!"

A whole week had passed and we got a call that the couple wanted to come back for a 3rd time. This time, though they had some requests. Let's see..."Make a fire in the basement, leave all candles/Scentsy off, & could we possibly pick up the dog poop out front" (SIGH) By this time we are feeling like disgusting bums. They were coming to see our house on Monday (Martin Luther King Jr. Day) at 2:30. Jake and I discussed and felt this was our only chance of getting this house sold. We were feeling desperate to make any deal possible work with these people. We woke up Sunday morning and decided we would tear out our Master Bedroom carpet (it needed changed anyway)and have new carpet installed Monday morning. This is how we roll! Last minute! I think Jake really likes the thrill...or something. It makes me a nervous wreck! When I left for school Monday morning my whole bedroom was scattered throughout my house. All morning sitting in meetings I kept worrying. I called Jake on lunch (11:00 a.m.) and EVERYTHING was back together PERFECTLY! I have to say a special thank you to Joe Grimmenger, Bobby & Jennifer and my dear hubby! I ran home on lunch to inspect. On my way home I called my mom to tell her we got it all ready. During our conversation I said, "Don't you wish we knew someone who would just come "look" at our house to get these people going?" She said, "Yeah, do we know anybody that we could send to just go "look"?" I prayed that God would send us another person to just look at our house.

So, about 30 minutes later Dad called and said, "Krista, do you think you can show your house around 1:30 to a new couple?" I said, "WHAT?! ARE YOU SERIOUS? DAD, YOU ARE LYING!" This went on for several minutes until he convinced me that he was serious and someone new was seriously coming to look at the house just an hour before the 3rd timers.


Now, the game changed just a little! I was so amazed at God and how he was answering each and every prayer down to sending us a new looker! Tears of joy for me! I was on cloud nine! I went on back to school and Jake sent me a text and said...these people LOVED our house! I really think they are going to buy it. He stayed while they were there and answered all their questions and got to see their reaction to the house.

Game changer...AGAIN!

Not only did we have the 3rd timers but now we have another couple (who I might add we knew of them...great people) who were extremely interested!

Monday night we got our first offer...3rd timers...and it was really LOW! So low that we were pretty certain there was no way possible it was going to work out. But, we were feeling pretty good because we had a backup. We had a counter offer going all week between us and the other couple. Finally on Friday we got the news that was the highest they could go and they knew it was our bottom dollar. Deal was done with them. My Dad sent me a text that not only told us that our deal was done...but that our backup had found another house during the week and were thinking about it. All in one text! I seriously felt like the wind was knocked out of me! We had a pretty crumby weekend. Jake had to work so I took the kids to the city by myself to try to get my mind off of everything.

How we went from having two potential buyers to nothing in a matter of a day was beyond me! We had found the perfect house to move in to. During the "countering week" I had contacted the owner to go look at it. She had a family emergency come up and couldn't get back to us until later in the week. In the meantime, Jake said...I guess you should call her and let her know we won't be coming to look at the house. I really felt like I was supposed to hold off. I waited for her to message me once things got a little less hectic for her really hoping something else would happen for us. So, I waited. She sent me a message last Tuesday and I had to tell her our contract all fell through. On Wednesday, my dad called me and said, "What are you doing Saturday?" I said, "Oh not much...I have CTA trivia in the evening..." He said, "Good! Get your house ready to show the other couple is coming back!"

Again, EXCITEMENT!! But, we didn't want to jump the gun. We kept reminding each other...not to get ahead of ourselves. Saturday came and we decided to stay to talk to the couple. Basically when they left we didn't know the details but knew our house was SOLD!!!

Praise the LORD!! As I look back over the course of this month, I can now see how the puzzle pieces all fit together. Was it a coincidence that our buyers came the SAME day the 3rd timers did? Just an hour before? God knew how desperate we were and had we taken their deal we would have had to of taken out a loan to sell our house. While I am pretty sure we wouldn't have done it, I think we may have been a little more tempted! I know I mentioned that we knew of these people who were buying our house. But, when I say they are GREAT people...it is a complete understatement. We actually sat down with them last night in the kitchen with both of our agents and worked out all of the details of the contract. Not too many people do it that way. They appreciated it...and we are BEYOND thankful for God sending this perfect family for our house.

If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times...From day 1--I've said this house is going to take the Perfect Family. Thank you, Jesus for always taking care of us and sending the perfect family! I am feeling beyond blessed! To God be the glory!!

"Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened." Matthew 7:7-8

Monday, January 6, 2014

When fear sets in...

2014 looks to be one of the scariest years we will face thus far in our 7 years of marriage. Many of you know that we are on a time crunch to get our house sold. We are now down to 5 months. Whether it sells or not we will have to pack up and leave our home to find a place closer to Potosi. It is a possibility that we will have two house payments and the utilities that comes along with them come June. When I actually sit down and think about it, it literally makes me want to hyperventilate. This afternoon I was talking to Jake about another showing that we will be having this week. He started his statement with, "What I fear is..." That immediately put fear in me. So all afternoon I've been thinking of all these "Worst Case Scenarios." How are we going to make two house payments? Where are we going to live? I don't want to leave my house empty...and so on!

I heard Brantley waking up from his afternoon nap. I went in and got him out of his crib and while I was changing him I had this overwhelming peace come over me. I was reminded of this time not too long ago that fear gripped my entire being. A time that I completely and totally had to rely on God's strength to get me through each day, sometimes moment to moment. The most heartbreaking time that I can ever remember. That 16 months that we tried so hard to have another baby. So many times I couldn't see past the here and now. I couldn't see the end result. My mind was clouded with fear.

As I looked in the face of my most precious miracle baby...I was reminded that He has done the impossible for us before and that He most definitely has this situation in His hands as well. I am so thankful to be a child of God who meets our every need in His perfect timing. I am beyond thankful to have Brantley as a constant reminder of His miraculous work in our lives. If ever doubt begins to seep in, I just look at my baby and remember the day that I was so broken and he put all of the pieces back together.

When fear sets in these are the scriptures that remind me that I am not in this alone and God is in control!

Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah: 41:10

Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God's peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ. Philippians 4:6-7

Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. Hebrews 11:1

For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. 2 Timothy 1:7

Monday, December 23, 2013

It's better to give than receive...or is it?

I've always heard "It's better to give than receive" and while I very much agree with this statement I also wholeheartedly believe that the way you receive a gift is also very important.

I always read a story to my 2nd Graders called "The Christmas Sweater" By Glenn Beck. It is about a little boy that wants this big red bike for Christmas. It really is all he wants for Christmas. His room is decorated with red bikes and he has tried really hard to be good all year because he wants it so bad. So, he send his mischievous Grandpa to snoop. Grandpa comes back and tells him he has good news and bad news. He takes the bad news first and it was that he didn't find the bike. The little boy was bummed but now he is waiting for the good news. Grandpa tells him, "But, I did find a Christmas sweater."

You can imagine the little boy's reaction to the good news. This wasn't good news at all. Then Grandpa tells the little boy of all the magic that can happen with this Christmas sweater. The next few pages were all of him wearing the sweater...going sledding with his dad, making a Gingerbread house with his mom, going on a sleigh ride with grandpa. All of these things were memories. Great memories.

Christmas morning comes and he rushes downstairs to see his Big RED BIKE! But, he is not at all worried about the bike. He looks immediately for his Christmas sweater.

I always read this story to my class before our Christmas party. We always do a gift exchange. The students are to bring a wrapped gift between $3-$5. I always have students ranging from Spoiled Rotten to not having much at all...and many in between so I always get a little nervous with their reactions of receiving their gifts. I remind them that this is one gift and it doesn't matter what is in the wrapping paper at all. We don't want to hurt anybody's feelings.

This year I told a story about a Christmas when I was still living at home. I will never forget this for as long as I will live. My dad always has so much fun with his gifting! I remember Christmas' where I received Troll Dolls for about 10 years in a row. I always got bubble bath and bath salts...and don't forget the little bath oil balls. I always knew I would have special gifts under the tree from Dad. So, this particular Christmas I unwrapped a pack of socks. Let's just say my reaction was that of one of those Spoiled Rotten kids! I remember saying, "Socks? Really? Why?" and I tossed them to the side. My mom taught me a very important lesson that day. I don't even know if she remembers but I sure do! It is NEVER about the gift. But, always in the way you receive it.

If my students don't learn anything else this year (lets hope they do...lol) I at least would love for them to walk away with this life lesson. Nothing feels worse than finding that perfect gift for someone and the person receiving not really acting like the care. I love giving gifts and I always love seeing their faces when they unwrap it. SO, when you get the not-so-exciting reaction it is very disappointing.

As my students started playing their present game....I kept hearing things like "This is the one I want." I just had to say "Christmas Sweater" and they all understood.

I have to say that Halle has learned this lesson well. We have taught her that whether you like the gift or not you act like it is the best gift you've ever had. You say "thank you" and you give hugs. She does so good!

Friday, August 2, 2013

Women...Are YOU guilty? :)

How many women have been guilty of withholding information from your husband? Let me clarify. Has your husband ever asked the question, "Did you get new shoes? (or a purse, shirt, etc.)" and your response went something like this, "This old thing? I've had this forever." or Maybe a conversation goes like this... After shopping all day in the city, you come home and your husband asks, "How much money did you spend?" or try this one...Bring in the items he knew you were going after...leave the rest in the car.

(That is my personal favorite)

O.k., o.k. maybe I'm the only one out there that is guilty! BUT, I have a feeling I'm not alone.

I need to place a call to UPS and tell them they need to come between the hours of 7-3:30. I don't know how many times Jake has opened the door and said, "Oh, look another package." Especially around Christmas time...annnnnd kind of this summer. I get so bored sitting at home and well...yeah!

Well, about a month ago I decided I would "Do the right thing" and tell Jake that I wanted to buy a stroller for Brantley. And you can imagine what his response was. "WE already have TWO strollers, Krista. We don't need another one." Basically, he told me I couldn't buy the stroller. Now, mind you he just bought a new Zero Turn lawn mower just weeks prior...and we had a lawn mower already sitting in the garage. I'd say the difference of what we would have spent between the lawn mower and stroller was in the ball park of $2600. He would argue, "but we NEEDED the lawn mower...ours was broke." But, whatever!

So, being the hard headed person I am I figured out a way to make the $120 I needed to buy my "Cadillac" stroller. I forgot to mention this isn't just any stroller. It is the Cadillac of all strollers...er...something like that. Weighing in at only 8.8 lbs. with a 5 second 1 hand fold down (all you mommas know how important this is) and it is SO compact!! LOL

I decided to start selling stuff on St. Francois County Buy/Sell/Trade. As annoying I always thought it was and all the junk popping up in my newsfeed I did it! I joined the site and sold a ton of stuff. Jake was quite annoyed by this. I threatened to sell his hunting stuff if he didn't lock it up! Just kidding, sort of!

I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of money I made in just a short time. I found out that on rainy days people buy more! I guess they are bored and sit on Facebook more! hehe...I made over and above the amount I needed for the stroller. I even made enough to buy Halle her new winter North Face coat and some school clothes/supplies.

Amber and I went to Babies r Us yesterday to buy my new stroller. I had my 20% off coupon and when we got there they didn't have the stroller (just like the last time several weeks ago). So, I asked someone if I could purchase the display at a discount. He offered 20% off...but I told him I already had that discount so he gave me 30% off. I was pleased with that. It was going to be roughly $84. That made me happy. When we went to checkout, the register messed up and put my 20% off coupon on the already marked down stroller! I walked out only paying $60 for my "Cadillac" of all strollers! I was a very happy Momma!!

I felt accomplished! My hard work paid off and I didn't have to be a dishonest wife! LOL!!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Brantley: Part 2--NICU

We had our baby boy on Sunday, May 26. Just one day shy of Halle's 5th Birthday. We celebrated Halle's birthday in the hospital. I had tried not stressing about her party because I knew babies are unpredictable and there was no use in trying to plan an extravagant party. I purchased her gifts a week prior and had everything in the basement ready to be wrapped. I kept telling myself to get them wrapped but I really thought I had plenty of time.

Jake left the hospital with Halle on Sunday night so he had strict orders to get the presents wrapped and bring me some things that I left at home. She came in and we had a Birthday Party for her with cupcakes and presents.

Birthday Girl

Monday, May 27 we had a few visitors in the hospital. My dad, mom, Aunt Sarah, Caleb & Eli came to visit. Then, Uncle Bobby, Aunt Jennifer, Alex, Ashley & Abby. We had a few of our youth stop by (Brittany, Amanda, Kylie & Josh) Last, was Jeremy, Amy, Jozlyn and Stephanie!

Jake and Halle decided to stay the night with me our last night because it was silly to drive home so late and then turn around to come back and pick us up. So, they slept on a very uncomforable couch. I sent Brantley to the nursery in hopes of getting one last chance at a good night's rest. Around 3 a.m. I had a nurse and a doctor in my room. The nurse literally had to shake me to get me awake. I was soooo out of it. They said that B had some irregular breathing and they wanted to send him to the NICU for a couple of days to monitor it. They did a chest x-ray and it showed a little something so they wanted to get him on antibiotics just in case of infection. I was so happy that Jake decided to stay because he was able to hear them explain everything. They were very calm and acted like it wasn't a huge deal. I am pretty sure if Jake hadn't been with me I would have been a basket case!

I got up around 6 and got a shower and headed down to the NICU. I wasn't prepared at all for what I would see. My poor little baby hooked to machines with nothing but a diaper on under a warmer.

I just cried and prayed. I had no idea what was going on and nobody really could give us any answers.

I was discharged on Tuesday and we were able to get a room at the Ronald McDonald House since we lived over 50 miles away. Thank God! My mom offered to stay with me so Jake could go back to work. Remember, he only wanted to take of 1 day of work! LOL! It was better that he go on to work because there really wasn't anything he could do at the hospital. Jake went on home and we made day arrangements for Halle. I was so thankful for Amber, Sarah Mc, Sarah Redecker, Michelle, Grandma and Amy for making Halle's days special. She really didn't understand why Mommy and Brantley couldn't come home so this helped keep her mind off of things.

I have to say that the RMH was absolutely amazing. Each day a group would come in and cook lunch and dinner for the people staying. I spent most of my days in the room with Brantley. I liked the setup because each room was private with a recliner and a couch. The first day was the worst. They didn't have anything to report. Brantley was hungry but they wouldn't give him food because they were afraid he would asperate. They did insert a feeding tube but would only give him .5 oz. In the full term nursery he was taking 1.5 oz. The poor baby was hungry and that is how I had to leave him the first night. I didn't sleep. I was up every couple of hours. I was in lots of pain still...swollen terribly...and I knew my baby was hungry. It was the most helpless feeling in the world. I just cried. My mom said, "Do you want to go on over?" It was 3:00 a.m. I knew there wasn't anything I could do for him shy of hijacking a formula cabinet and taking matters into my own hands. It was best that I didn't go over there until morning.

By morning (Wednesday), they had upped his intake to 1 oz because he was STARVING!! By the afternoon they stopped giving him his formula through the feeding tube and let me feed him through the bottle. I was sooo happy. They left his feeding tube in just in case they needed it and he was still on IV for fluids and antibiotics.

Thursday afternoon I actually spoke with the doctor. He seemed pleased with his progress but still thought we would be there until Saturday. He really encouraged breastfeeding. Up until this point I hadn't been able to nurse because of the issues and my milk hadn't come in. He told me I was making excuses and that Baby would much rather nurse that drink from a bottle. I could tell this doctor was very adament that he nurse so I sucked it up that evening and got him to nurse for 30 minutes. They took his feeding tube out and his IV. I was a very happy momma!

The next morning (Friday) he nursed again for 30 minutes. When the doctor made his rounds that afternoon he asked us when we were ready to go home and we said, "TODAY!" He said, "Okay!"

We never really got any more answers than what we were told on the first day. I really think everything they did for him was all precautionary. He still does the weird breathing thing when he eats but other than that it seems to be getting better. They told us he would grow out of it as his lungs matured.

It was a very emotional week! I was never so excited to get home. We surprised Halle. She thought Jake was bringing her up to spend the night and they were going to bring us home Saturday. She was so excited when she opened the door and we were standing there!

Friday night storms started up in St. Charles/St. Louis area. Jake went to bed around 8 knowing he would probably be getting a call to work the outages. He got the call around 3 a.m. and was gone by 4. We didn't see him until the following Wednesday. There is nothing quite like being thrown into parenting 2 all by yourself on day one.

I can honestly say I've had the LONGEST 11 days of my life and I hope I never have to endure it again! :)

Brantley's Birth Story

On Friday, May 24, I had my last check up with Dr. Menges. When I went in, I had high blood pressure and traces of protein in my urine (which are both signs of preeclampsyia.) So, they sent me home with orders to do a 24 hour urine analysis on Monday (Memorial Day) and periodically check my blood pressure. If my BP got to 160/90 or above I was told to go straight to the hospital. On Saturday, May 25, we literally lounged around the house all day. I had no energy and all I really wanted to do was sleep or have the baby. Jake and I took Halle to Engler park and we went for a walk hoping that it would help get things going. He really wanted me to have Brantley on this weekend because that meant he wouldn't have to take off an extra day of work! :) I was scheduled to be induced on Thursday, May 30 if he did not come before.

Once we got back from the park on Saturday we all took a nap. When I got up my blood pressure was 156/80. My normal BP is normally VERY low. So, this concerned me a bit. I layed back down on the couch for 30 minutes to see if I could get it to come down. When I checked it again it was 174/90. I freaked out and called my doctor to see what I should do. She told me to go on into the hospital to be on the safe side.

We took Halle over to Jason and Sarah's house to spend the night. We got to the hospital around 7:30 p.m. When we got to the hospital they checked my BP and said it was normal. It was still running in the 140s which is incredibly high for me. But, they didn't know that. They kept me for 3 hours on observation and ended up sending us home around 11:30 p.m. We checked with Halle to see if she wanted to come home and she said she wanted to stay the night.

We got home around 12:30 a.m.

Around 2 a.m. I woke up needing to go to the bathroom. This was normal for me. I was usually up 2-3 times a night. I layed back down and started having contractions. I woke Jake up and told him I was having contractions and I would let him know if I thought we needed to go back up. He went back to sleep. I tried to go back to sleep and forget about the pain I was in but they kept coming anywhere between 2-5 minutes apart. I finally decided to get up and maybe try moving around to see if it helped. I cleaned up the kitchen and switched loads of laundry. I went back to the couch and "tried" once again to forget about the pain. The contractions seemed to stop a little while I was laying on my side on the couch. When I stood up to walk back to bed I couldn't move from the pain. I slowly walked back to the bedroom and and got back in bed. I began timing my contractions and trying hard not to breathe too hard to wake up Jake. It was 3:30 a.m. and I knew he would need to get some sleep to drive us back up to the hospital. My plan was to wait until 5 a.m. to head back up. Around 4 a.m. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided that I needed to wake him up to let him know that I really thought I was in labor. I still wanted to try to wait it out a little bit but he bounced right up and said, "Let's just go now. Even if it stops and we have to turn back around...I promise I won't be mad." I think he was a little worried about the drive and especially being Memorial Day Weekend...Cops were everywhere!

It was the longest hour and 15 minutes to Mercy Hospital. I watched the clock the entire time...breathing through each contraction. It was so early that I didn't want to call anyone. (although I was certain I was in labor, I wanted to wait as long as possible just in case they sent me back home) I had texted Amber around 2:00 when the pains started so she already had a heads up. When we got to Herky it was around 5 a.m. so I decided I probably needed to call my mom.

At one point, I asked Jake if he was getting nervous. I was being pretty dramatic in the passenger seat...rightfully so! He said, "No, I am doing good...I just don't want to get pulled over. Although it would be just like the movies if we did. I could honestly say...My wife is in labor!" LOL!!

We made it back just 5 hours after being discharged and the same nurse was working at the front desk. I really wanted to punch her in the face when she started correcting my breathing. She kept saying, "Short breaths...he,he,he,he" I am pretty sure she wanted me to hyperventilate because everyone knows you don't do SHORT BREATHS WHEN YOU ARE IN LABOR!! In through your nose and out through your mouth...DUH! She did make a comment, "You changed shirts!" LOL! Ummm...Yeah...now get me to my room lady! Literally every 2 minutes my contracions were coming and whatever I was doing I had to stop to breathe through the pain. They finally brought me a wheelchair and as I sat down in the chair, my water broke! I always wanted to have my water break on its own. I had always heard stories about it and I knew that once it broke there was no turning back...there would be a baby within 24 hours!

We got into the room and the nurse kept asking me all the same questions they asked just 5 hours prior. The one that really got me was, "Have you ever thought about hurting yourself or others?" This question came right in the middle of a very painful contraction. But, I answered, "NO!" Eventhough I really wanted to hurt her at that very moment. I really believe that this nurse was still "in-training" or she was at the end of her shift and didn't want to start my IV...because she blew my vain. I yelled, "Oh dear GOD!" I have no issues with needles. I can give blood any time and I can even watch the needle going in. But, this HURT!! I looked at Jake and he gave me this, "Would you stop it!" look... LOL! I couldn't help it. I was so aggravated at this woman!

Her shift was over and we got two nurses that were very happy! Dr. Menges called me on the phone to see how I was doing. I asked her when I could get my epidural and she said whenever I want! As soon as I got off the phone I ordered my EPI! There is no way I could go through that without meds. I'm not really sure why any woman would but hey--more power to them! I had an epi with Halle and it numbed everything from the waist down. But, with this one I was able to still move my feet and legs. I was very happy with this because I knew I would be able to feel to push. They gave me a pain button to push and throughout the day when I would forget to push it, I had my coaches (Amber, Mom & Courtney) pushing it for me!

I was dialated to a 7 by 1:00 p.m. and I was stuck there. They had me turn on my right side (because that was the way the baby was happy) and I had to use this peanut shaped ball thing to try to help get me to progress more. Around 5ish, they checked me again and I had made it to an 8.5. Dr. Menges ordered a very small dose of pitocin to get the contractions to get a little harder and get me the rest of the way.

She came in a little before 6:00 p.m. We made a goal to have him here within 30 minutes of pushing. She joked about covering up her scrubs because she didn't want to mess up her outfit. I just love her! I think we had him here within 32 minutes. Not too far off from our goal. He made his grand entrance into the world at 6:29 p.m. He weighed 8lbs. 4oz. 20 inches long.

I look awful here...but I guess it is acceptable since I just gave birth! :)

Dr. Menges

One of my favorites (He was screaming bloody murder but when Jake started talking to him he stopped and just looked at him) He knew his Daddy's voice!!