Friday, October 28, 2011

Halloween Fun - Daycare Party!

Today I had the great pleasure of getting out of work a little early to join the kids for some Halloween fun at daycare! They decorated Halloween cupcakes, painted and glittered pumpkins, and had (as Lara would call it) a DACING PARTY!

My Little Red

and the Big Bad Wolf


Decorating involved ALOT of taste testing




Test run of the costumes went great. Can't wait to do a little dressing up of my own and to take the kids trick or treating on Monday. Lara has been practicing up.

-Williams out.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Williams Fam Photo Sneak Peak

We had our "fall family photo/Lara's pro 2 year/Liam's 6 month" photo shoot last night with the AMAZING  Jess of J&J Photography. Lara was obstinant to say the least. When we got home I was so worried that we didn't get a single great shot of her. It is still yet to be seen if we were able to get a decent shot of the kiddos together. But looking at the pictures you wouldn't know she was anything but a cooperative angel. Here is the preview for your visual stimulation. I love them and can't wait to see the full disk!



Incredible right?

-Williams out.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Lara's Birth Story

You may be thinking "What the what? Lara's 2! What are you doin posting her birth story now?" Well....A) I have been wanting to write it out for a long while now and B) I plan to post Liam's and a mother must be fair.

We were scheduled to be induced Saturday June 27th at 7:00am. Needless to say there was not much sleep to be had at our apartment the night before. We put together a closet organizer, my rocking chair, and the pack n' play...talked about how "holy crap by this time tomorrow we will probably be parents"...and Steven got to fufill his 9 month dream of drawing a basketball on my stomach.
I was having regular contractions through the night but eventually calmed my nerves enough to go to sleep. I was awoken at 5:30am to a call from my mother. "I am on my way. Why aren't you at the hospital yet?!" Confused I responded "Because we don't have to be there until 7." "Oh...why did I think it was earlier...I guess I will go walk the mall." Needless to say grandma was preeeety anxious.

My alarm went off at 6:15am and I got up, took a shower, fancied my hair (because you have to look good while giving birth) and made sure all of our last minute things were packed. The feeling I had while riding in the car to the hospital is a hard one to explain. It was a strange mixture of anxious, scared, excited, and freakishly calm.

We arrived at St. As a few minutes before 7am. There was no one in the check in area except us so we got to check in right away. Sitting at the window while the lady put my arm band on, I remember feeling like being strapped into a roller coaster, slowly eeking my way to the top of the big drop. No turning back now.

They led me straight up to Labor and Delivery to a HUGE room with its own little waiting area with couches that could be curtained off. I changed into my foxy gown and got hooked up to the monitors. Dr. Hutchens came in a broke my water at 7:30am and my contractions immediately started coming closer together. The nurse came in to put in my IV. She asked if I wanted her to stick me with some numbing stuff before she put in the IV. I like to avoid as many needles as I can and thought I could tough it out. WRONG. NEVER let them put an IV in your arm without numbing you first. Bonus for me...I have squiggly viens and evidently had a rookie nurse who stuck me 5 times before she got a different nurse who stuck me 2 more times before they had to find the anesthesiologist to put my IV in. Getting my IV was by far the worst part of my day. When nurse #2 came in to try she thought she had it and turned the fluid on and my hand started to swell.

At 8:00am mom arrived and they got the pitocin up and running in my veins. By 8:30am I was allowed to get up and go to the bathroom. I got situated back in the bed and got started on my ice chips.

Lara evidently hated the way I was sitting because about 2 minutes after I sat back down, alarms started going off indicating her heart rate was dropping. Nurses rushed in the room and put me on my left side and put an oxygen mask on my face. Pretty scary way to start out the day. L's heartrate stabilized for 20 minutes and then dropped again so they switched sides. But this time Steven's family had arrived...people were throwing around the C word...and I was freaked out but determinded that Lara just didn't like the way I was positioned and if someone would just listen to me and let me move...she'd be fine. My nurse told me no, don't move...stay on your oxygen...but let me just tell you, laying on your right side...NOT the most fun way to labor. Just sayin'. So being the rebel I am, I sat myself back up the way I was before I got up to pee. Lara's heartrate didn't drop again. SO ha nursing staff.

Steven asked me numerous times to get an epidural...I am pretty convinced he needed one more than I did. Like he will never understand what it feels like to be in labor, I will never understand what it is like to watch my other half go through labor so I feel for him from that respect. He did do a good job of keeping me entertained.



By about noon I was ready for something to take the edge off a bit as I wasn't allowed to get up and move after the heartrate incident earlier that morning. They gave me some stadol and I was actually able to nap for a while. For those of you who don't know, when you have stadol you still feel everything, you just don't care as much. At 6pm things started to really hurt. Like really REALLY hurt....Welcome to the "trasition phase" of labor. It gets its rep as the absolute worst part for a reason. I curled up in the fetal position, burried my face in my pillow, and listened to Steven tell me when a contraction was peaking and then coming down. There was nothing left to do at that point but grin and bear it. My mom and Ashley were standed at the end of my bed during this part chatting and giggling which was SUPER irritating to my laboring self so I got a little snappy with them. At 6:30 I started to feel like I needed to push. Steven got the nurse who checked me and said, "Oop...almost...but not quite." I'm not sure how much more time passed, but I was REALLY neeing to push...it was a feeling of "Why isn't anyone listening to me? I'm not making this up!" feeling. It was a little before 7pm when the nurse came in, checked me, and said "Ok Kari, we are going to do a little practice pushing. It will probably take you a while to push this baby out because you have a very flat pubic bone (whatever the crap that means)." I pushed once...the nurse checked and said...."Oh wait...we better go get Dr. Hutchens." As luck would have it...Dr. Hutchens had thought my labor was progressing rather slowly (I was stuck at 5cm for quite a while) and had decided to go out and get a burrito so they had to page him. Nurses started pouring into the room to get ready for L's big debut and started telling me I couldn't push anymore until the doc showed up. Well...when your body is trying to get a baby out...you really don't have much say in the matter and I was about ready to freak out if they told me to breathe through one more contraction. Steven tells me I was "freakishly calm" the whole day until it was time to push and we had no doctor there to "catch". Whenever someone comes in to L&D a doorbell rings. Well the doorbell rang and one of the nurses says "Oh that must be Dr. HUtchens..." Relief flooded over me until someone said "Oh nope...." and they started LAUGHING. What about that is funny? Nothing. Finally Hutch showed up. I pushed 5 times and out came Lara Lynn Williams at 7:29pm...almost exactly 12 hours after my water broke. Dr. Hutchens asked if Steven wanted to cut the cord. He hesitated...looked at me...looked at Lara...and finally Karol pushed him forward and said "Yes...he does.".


Steven went with Lara while they cleaned her up and I got to hang around for some stitches and chat time with Dr. Hutchens. When they brought her to me to hold all I remember seeing was a pink hat, HUGE eyes, and her little birdy tounge sticking out. I started crying and told Steven "She has your eyes!" Just like I had hoped.
No epidural meant I felt everything. I can honestly say it was not the most fun I have ever had, but it was absolutely manageable. 12 hours of labor sounds like a very long time but it FLEW by. There isn't anything about L's labor that I would have done differently....except maybe have had a more fashionable get up.

Friday, October 14, 2011

6 Months

Liam is officially 6 months old. Just to get it out of the way right away...WHERE has the time gone?! I feel like he was just this little snuggly bundle of goodness....
He has really been liking the paci that is in the picture above lately...even though it is a newborn baby paci and looks absolutely ridiculous on his chunky face now. I think that has to do with his teething action he has going on. Yesterday was his actual half birthday and what a rough day he had...He has a blood blister/cyst/oucho looking thing on one of his bottom teeth that burst during daycare resulting in blood all over his onsie. Poor boy...In happier news though the gush of blood was due to his tooth FINALLY breaking through. So for his 6 month birthday he got one of his bottom teeth with the other front one right behind.

With his 6 month dr. appointment came his 6 month shots which were terrible....but we both survived. The nurses gasped when they saw what they referred to as his "generous legs".....yea ladies... my son is gearing up to play Division 1 football someday....you don't make the team with chicken legs. Just sayin'.

He is babbling up a storm...laughing...and sitting up all by himself. His favorite things to do are listen to/watch his sister be an absolute goof bomber and play in his new Johnny Jumper.


video
Happy 1/2 Birthday Butterbean! Momma loves you! 

Friday, October 7, 2011

Sloppy Sloppy

Raise your hand if you MAJORLY dropped the ball on keeping up your family blog......

My...Bad.

However, with the fall comes a renewed dedication to posting regularily to keep you up to date on the happenings of the Williams Fam.

Since we last spoke, we had another bambino...maybe you've met him...

Liam Kristofer Paul Williams
April 13th 2011
8lbs 12oz
He spent 10 days initially in the NICU for an "infection of unknown origin". It sucked...long story short. But we made it through it...he came home and now, 5 1/2 months later looks like this...

He is an AWESOME, chubby, happy baby. We had so many people tell us while I was pregnant "Oh you know they aren't all born great and happy like Lara..." Well neener neener to all of you who said those words to me. He is every bit as easy of a baby as his sissy was. Do I recognize that I am VERY blessed by this? Yes absolutely I do.

On June 27th...our beautiful Lara Lynn turned 2.

She is probably the sweetest, most dramatic 2 year old I have ever seen. As of today she is 100% potty trained during the day. I wish I could take any kind of credit for her rocking abilities on the pottay...but I cannot. The week we had Liam in the NICU she must have sensed I was a little stressed because that was the week she just decided to be potty trained. She also is talking up a storm, picking up new words daily. She LOVES her little brother "Limi Weemoo" (Liam Williams) and is the best big sister we could ask for. She had a brief stint in the "terrible 2s"...about 2 weeks worth...and it was aweful. But then for whatever reason, shifted gears. I hold my breath every day waiting for the terrible 2s to return. Don't be mistaken however...this girl can throw a mean tantrum when she wants to.

You may have sensed that we are still blessed with perfect children....I kid of course...they both have their days just like any other kids...But we are extraordinarily blessed to have two such happy, healthy kids and I am really happy to be back in the blog world to keep you updated on what we are up to.

Someone please write me a nasty e-mail if I start to slack again :)

-Williams out.