Happy Easter from our two little monkeys to you!
Whitaker
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Michael Kevin Whitaker
He's here and we're so happy!
Thursday night, March 30, at 11:00 pm I went to the Community of San Bernardino Hospital to start my induction. They just monitored the baby and me until 5:00 am then started me on Pitocin. I was so nervous because Mylie's delivery was so long and so hard, and to top it all off I pushed for 3 hours and got a fourth degree tear. Fun stuff. But this delivery was entirely different. I asked for an epidural as soon as they would allow me one. I am the biggest contraction wimp in the world. The anesthesiologist was fantastic. What a blessing. Just like last time, the epidural was working but I still felt pain on the left side of my stomach. The anesthesiologist didn't want to give up on this epidural though. She felt like it was good so she finagled with it a little and it started working perfectly. I couldn't have been happier!
My mom came around 9:00 am to cheer me on. I'm so thankful that she could be there and also grateful for wonderful friends who were willing to have Mylie for the day. She was pretty worn out by bed time!
After waiting a few hours to dilate to a 10, I was finally ready to push a little after noon. And the miracle was that I only pushed this time for 15-20 minutes. I was expecting AT LEAST one hour! I came out with a second degree tear but compared to a fourth, that's just fine with me!
The true miracle was watching little Michael's appearance into the world on March 31, 2011 at 12:24 pm. It was amazing and beautiful and I couldn't help but cry a little. I got that feeling of pure love and joy. My heart was bursting with it, and I couldn't wait to hold and cuddle him and stare at his amazing face. To love him this much right now, here on earth, makes me realize that the love our Heavenly Father has for us is absolutely unfathomable to me. We are so blessed to have this little miracle and blessing in our lives. He weighed 7 pounds, 11 ounces and was 21.5 inches long. (Someone please tell me where this height is coming from?!)
Of course Richie was fantastic. He is hands down the best husband for me and father for our children that I could ever ask for. I am so grateful for his unconditional love, support and understanding of everything about me. He is so loving, faithful and committed to our family, and more importantly our Heavenly Father.
Mylie got to come visit her brother around 4:00 that afternoon. We had really been struggling with whether to name him Michael Kevin or William Kevin. I really like both names and neither one of us could decide, even after we saw him! Mylie was sure his name was Michael. When she got to the hospital Richie said something like, "Did you come to see baby Will?" She burst into alligator tears and kept saying over and over again, "His name isn't Will! His name is Michael!" (You can tell who won the name war.) We are very happy with the name we chose, as Michael is Richie's late father and Kevin is my dad. Thus Mylie is named after both of her grandmothers (Joleen as her middle name = Joni and Eileen combined) and Michael is named after both of his grandfathers. It couldn't be more meaningful to me.
I couldn't wait to leave the hospital and they finally discharged me around 3:00 pm on Friday. We came home to Mylie and my mom--all smiles, blue welcome balloons on the patio, and grateful hearts. We just love our little guy and Mylie has been really good with him so far.
As for me I'm healing fine and adjusting to my new sleep schedule. I have been so grateful to have both my mom and then Richie's mom here to help entertain Mylie and keep the house in order. I've been soaking up every little minute I get to spend with Michael, and at the same time feel a little guilty that I'm not spending more time with Mylie. She does need her mommy time.
Thursday night, March 30, at 11:00 pm I went to the Community of San Bernardino Hospital to start my induction. They just monitored the baby and me until 5:00 am then started me on Pitocin. I was so nervous because Mylie's delivery was so long and so hard, and to top it all off I pushed for 3 hours and got a fourth degree tear. Fun stuff. But this delivery was entirely different. I asked for an epidural as soon as they would allow me one. I am the biggest contraction wimp in the world. The anesthesiologist was fantastic. What a blessing. Just like last time, the epidural was working but I still felt pain on the left side of my stomach. The anesthesiologist didn't want to give up on this epidural though. She felt like it was good so she finagled with it a little and it started working perfectly. I couldn't have been happier!
My mom came around 9:00 am to cheer me on. I'm so thankful that she could be there and also grateful for wonderful friends who were willing to have Mylie for the day. She was pretty worn out by bed time!
After waiting a few hours to dilate to a 10, I was finally ready to push a little after noon. And the miracle was that I only pushed this time for 15-20 minutes. I was expecting AT LEAST one hour! I came out with a second degree tear but compared to a fourth, that's just fine with me!
The true miracle was watching little Michael's appearance into the world on March 31, 2011 at 12:24 pm. It was amazing and beautiful and I couldn't help but cry a little. I got that feeling of pure love and joy. My heart was bursting with it, and I couldn't wait to hold and cuddle him and stare at his amazing face. To love him this much right now, here on earth, makes me realize that the love our Heavenly Father has for us is absolutely unfathomable to me. We are so blessed to have this little miracle and blessing in our lives. He weighed 7 pounds, 11 ounces and was 21.5 inches long. (Someone please tell me where this height is coming from?!)
Of course Richie was fantastic. He is hands down the best husband for me and father for our children that I could ever ask for. I am so grateful for his unconditional love, support and understanding of everything about me. He is so loving, faithful and committed to our family, and more importantly our Heavenly Father.
Mylie got to come visit her brother around 4:00 that afternoon. We had really been struggling with whether to name him Michael Kevin or William Kevin. I really like both names and neither one of us could decide, even after we saw him! Mylie was sure his name was Michael. When she got to the hospital Richie said something like, "Did you come to see baby Will?" She burst into alligator tears and kept saying over and over again, "His name isn't Will! His name is Michael!" (You can tell who won the name war.) We are very happy with the name we chose, as Michael is Richie's late father and Kevin is my dad. Thus Mylie is named after both of her grandmothers (Joleen as her middle name = Joni and Eileen combined) and Michael is named after both of his grandfathers. It couldn't be more meaningful to me.
I couldn't wait to leave the hospital and they finally discharged me around 3:00 pm on Friday. We came home to Mylie and my mom--all smiles, blue welcome balloons on the patio, and grateful hearts. We just love our little guy and Mylie has been really good with him so far.
As for me I'm healing fine and adjusting to my new sleep schedule. I have been so grateful to have both my mom and then Richie's mom here to help entertain Mylie and keep the house in order. I've been soaking up every little minute I get to spend with Michael, and at the same time feel a little guilty that I'm not spending more time with Mylie. She does need her mommy time.
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| Welcome home! |
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| I came home from taking Michael to a doctor's appointment to this: Mom reading and Mylie playing on her iPhone. Mylie sure loved that thing. Our phones don't even have internet! I'm seriously thinking about getting Mylie an iTouch for her birthday. =) JK |
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| We thought it was funny how Michael was sleeping in his swing the other day. |
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| Michael with Grandma Eileen. |
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Friday, December 10, 2010
Santa Baby
I'm loving that she's excited for Christmas this year and understanding it a little more too. She has been watching Jesus' birth from the Living Scriptures and loves it. Richie has hated those things since we paid so much for them, but he just mentioned that at least this one has "paid off" because Mylie knows the real Christmas story!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Pretty Lady
My mom sent Mylie the CUTEST holiday dress, and this afternoon before church I made Mylie model it for me. She is one cute model! Thanks mom, you spoil us all!
I'm in Love
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!
Instead of carving pumpkins we let Mylie paint one. Boring I know. At least she had fun and next year we will definitely carve!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Missin' My Fam
I got to take some pics of my parents while visiting Oklahoma. They turned out so good--here are three of my faves.
Bye-Bye Bottle!
Mylie's pediatrician told me that she needed to be off a bottle by 16 months at the latest. Today Mylie is 27 months and still has a bottle. (I'm an awesome mom). I tried once before, and she didn't drink an ounce of milk for 3 days. I'd give her milk in a cup and she's throw it across the room. Wonderful. I gave up.
My sister-in-law gave me an idea about having a bye-bye bottle party. Richie and I talked to Mylie about this party for over a month, and decided that after we got back from our trip to Oklahoma we'd say bye-bye to her precious bottle! Tonight we made a special trip to Walmart and let Mylie pick out her new milk cups. She chose princess cups because she is totally in to princesses right now! There was no question about it--Tinkerbell, Dora--didn't even get a glance! Princesses were the front-runners from the get go.
When we got home we unwrapped her cups and she immediately wanted milk in them. So we put milk in one, then invited her to throw her bottles in the garbage! (Which I got out later for hiding because bottles are NOT cheap!) I couldn't believe it but she actually threw them away, one-by-one, with a smile on her face. I think she was smiling because we were cheering and clapping and making a huge deal of the ordeal. Nice.
Even bed time was smooth sailing. We gave her some milk in a cup, she drank it up and didn't ask for a bottle. AND she stayed in her bed. (Which we have been working tirelessly on since we moved to California and she transitioned to a big-girl bed.) Aaaaaa. Let's hope for peace tomorrow, I kind of doubt it...
And those of you who know us well also know that we have a finger sucking problem too. Not Mylie sucking her finger, but MY finger. (And occasionally Richie's finger). Yes, it's weird, it's gross, it gets great looks, laughs, questions about teething, and I have even been told by a stranger to stop, but it has been her soothy pretty much since day one. Soooo we decided to kill two birds with one stone tonight and say good-bye to our precious fingers as well. She "took" our fingers off and threw them in the garbage as well. I think this finger thing will be harder than the bottle. She wanted our fingers during "Wizard of Oz" and she begged for mine at bed time. Sigh. Did I mention it's not only a habit for her but for me too??? Yup, it's great. We're in public and she throws a fit or has a melt down--in goes the finger and everything is better. She gets hurt--oh, there's that finger, shushes her almost immediately. One o'clock church and she needs a nap, finger time! It works for EVERYTHING. But I guess all good things (and bad things...) must come to an end. Wish us luck!
My sister-in-law gave me an idea about having a bye-bye bottle party. Richie and I talked to Mylie about this party for over a month, and decided that after we got back from our trip to Oklahoma we'd say bye-bye to her precious bottle! Tonight we made a special trip to Walmart and let Mylie pick out her new milk cups. She chose princess cups because she is totally in to princesses right now! There was no question about it--Tinkerbell, Dora--didn't even get a glance! Princesses were the front-runners from the get go.
When we got home we unwrapped her cups and she immediately wanted milk in them. So we put milk in one, then invited her to throw her bottles in the garbage! (Which I got out later for hiding because bottles are NOT cheap!) I couldn't believe it but she actually threw them away, one-by-one, with a smile on her face. I think she was smiling because we were cheering and clapping and making a huge deal of the ordeal. Nice.
Even bed time was smooth sailing. We gave her some milk in a cup, she drank it up and didn't ask for a bottle. AND she stayed in her bed. (Which we have been working tirelessly on since we moved to California and she transitioned to a big-girl bed.) Aaaaaa. Let's hope for peace tomorrow, I kind of doubt it...
And those of you who know us well also know that we have a finger sucking problem too. Not Mylie sucking her finger, but MY finger. (And occasionally Richie's finger). Yes, it's weird, it's gross, it gets great looks, laughs, questions about teething, and I have even been told by a stranger to stop, but it has been her soothy pretty much since day one. Soooo we decided to kill two birds with one stone tonight and say good-bye to our precious fingers as well. She "took" our fingers off and threw them in the garbage as well. I think this finger thing will be harder than the bottle. She wanted our fingers during "Wizard of Oz" and she begged for mine at bed time. Sigh. Did I mention it's not only a habit for her but for me too??? Yup, it's great. We're in public and she throws a fit or has a melt down--in goes the finger and everything is better. She gets hurt--oh, there's that finger, shushes her almost immediately. One o'clock church and she needs a nap, finger time! It works for EVERYTHING. But I guess all good things (and bad things...) must come to an end. Wish us luck!
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