Can I just say that Ezra is super cute and Wayne is the sexy!
Monday, October 7, 2013
3 Years!
September 3rd was our 3 year anniversary. To celebrate we went to the spray park with Ezra and then made a super yummy and romantic dinner in our living room. I know, I'm really descriptive.
Pooptastic!
As some of you may know, Ezra has never quite figured the skill of crawling. But he has mastered the scoot. As seen here...
And here....
Okay now that we have that established. Ezra has been constipated lately and we have literally tried everything organic and nothing has worked. Last Monday we put him on laxitives. As of this morning they finally kicked in. He woke up with a huge blowout this morning. But then after breakfast this is what happened.
POOPTASTIC!!!
Birthday Fun!
Ezra had his first birthday a few weeks ago. We had a mini party with my sister and her family along with my next door neighbors and friends. It was so much fun! Thanks guys for coming!
Friday, March 22, 2013
6 Months
WOW! Is it just me or has the past 6 months gone by so quick? Ezra is now 6 month old and cuter than ever. Although he is 6 months he moves as much as a newborn. Okay, maybe more than that, but all he does is hangout on his back, with the bald spot to prove it. Although he isn't much for his tummy, he loves to kick his legs. His favorite toy is either his baby wipes or his wiggler giggler, but at the moment he seems to be infatuated with the tag on his blanket. He loves to be read too by his daddy, bath time, and he sometimes we can even get a giggle out of him. He also loves to eat solids. He will eat anything I give him. Lets just hope he will stay this way and never become a picky eater.
Also in our lives, because even though Ezra may be the center of our lives, you may not care so much; Wayne has recently started working at the Melaleuca factory. The work is a little tedious, but he has had worse jobs. Wayne is also getting close to the end of the semester and is ready for summer break.
I have been running with some of my friends from my ward to train for a half-marathon this summer. They are beginner runners, so I have kind of been their trainer. Its been lots of fun and they are doing so well. Ezra also joins us on our runs in his stroller, but he does more sleeping than anything else.
Also in our lives, because even though Ezra may be the center of our lives, you may not care so much; Wayne has recently started working at the Melaleuca factory. The work is a little tedious, but he has had worse jobs. Wayne is also getting close to the end of the semester and is ready for summer break.
I have been running with some of my friends from my ward to train for a half-marathon this summer. They are beginner runners, so I have kind of been their trainer. Its been lots of fun and they are doing so well. Ezra also joins us on our runs in his stroller, but he does more sleeping than anything else.
My birthday dinner.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Birth Story
I'm warning you right now, there will be details. If you don't enjoy gross things, then you may not want to read the following.
On September 21st I woke up at 3:30am to take a lovely potty break, as I did often in the early hours of the day. I'd been having braxton hicks for weeks, but nothing had happened until now. I began having contractions. After laying in bed for 2 hours and having regular contractions, 7 min apart, I finally decided to get out of bed to not disturb Wayne from sleeping. I wen't to the bathroom again, and this time I noticed a gooey slightly pink substance. My mucus plug. It was starting to come out. I was getting a little excited, because before that time I had 0 progress. But things were happening now. I went and layed on the couch for a little while. When 5am came around I figured I should use a pad, just in case things got any grosser down there. When I went to grab the pad from underneath the sink I stood up and a gush came from my crotch. There goes my water. Ha! Luckily it wasn't the whole thing all at once. After my trip to the bathroom, I decided I should try and get some sleep. After all if I were going to have the baby that day, I needed more than 3.5 hours of sleep. But it was hard to sleep because the contractions were distracting. Around 7am I finally was able to fall asleep in between contraction. When 8am came around I had to get up and get ready to go see the midwifes for a prenatal visit that morning at 9. Wayne had gotten up, because he heard me in the kitchen making breakfast. He had asked why I had been out of bed for so long. "Oh you know, just having contractions." I replied. Hahaha! He was a little surprised, because from up until now I wasn't showing many signs of labor.
While I was moving about, getting ready, and driving to the Midwifes office I noticed my contractions were becoming less intense and not as often. Maybe that was it. Maybe my water didn't break and my body was just getting ready. When I got to the office I had the Midwife Helene (One of the many wonderful midwifes) check me. But before she did, I told her of the many events of that morning. When she checked me she said that my cervix was at 3cm and 90% effaced. Woohoo! But, she didn't think that my water had broken, because things felt pretty hard still. She told me that when I had liquid running down my legs, then that would be a good sign of my water breaking. She soon left the room and I stood up to get my pants back on. When sure enough liquid running straight down my leg. Now I wasn't going to rush into the hospital, because the midwives wanted me to wait until I was around 7 cm to get there. I know, 7 cm may seem a bit close to pushing time, but because I wanted a natural birth there would be no point for me to hangout in the hospital for forever. Besides we only lived 5 min away from the hospital.
When I arrived back home my contractions were becoming strong again. Wayne had a class that day from 11:30-12:30 and he was a little nervous to go. But I reassured him that there wasn't anyway I was going to be going to the hospital anytime soon. And off he went. At this point I didn't want to just sit around. I began packing the rest of the things for the hospital bag. My contractions were now becoming stronger and I would have to stop what I was doing and breath during my contractions. Wayne then got back from class around 1pm and I was all packed and ready for when the time came. But before we would even think about going to the hospital, I needed food. And of course we needed to go grocery shopping that day because we were all out of food. We proceeded to drive to Broulims to get a quick lunch. Now, my contractions at this point were being really random. From 2-5 min apart and lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to 1min. You could only imagine what I was going through at this point. It was kind of hysterical actually. Going into Broulims while in the middle of labor and trying to look as normal as possible so that no one would notice what was going on with my body.
When we got home and ate our lunch, things were really starting to happen. But still my contractions were being random. The midwives wanted me to go with a 5-1-1 rule. That being my contractions were suppose to be 5 min apart lasting for 1 min for at least 1 hour. We decided to wait a little longer and see if things would become more regular. When a little after 3 pm I told Wayne that I was done and it was time to go. Before we went to the hospital we went to go the Midwifes office first to have them check me, just to double check that I was in actual labor. Because if it was a false alarm the hospital would charge us to check me, when the Midwives would not. But as we arrived we found out that Helene was already at the hospital, and all the other midwifes had the day off. The nurse at the office told us to just go to the hospital. Off we went. Luckily I had already preregistered and check in was quick and easy. They didn't check me right away because I told them that I thought my water had broken early that morning so they got strip of paper that would tell them if the liquid sitting on my pad was my water or not. And sure enough it was. Helene and Karen (the student midwife) soon came into my room to check my progress. It was 3:30 and I was at 6cm.
To kill time and help with the pain we decided to walk around the halls. Eventually I ended up in the Jacuzzi. I was able to relax fairly well in between contractions. I sat in the tub for around 2 hours. When I got out I felt like I was getting ready to push. They checked my cervix and I was at 9cm. Almost ready. When the time came I tried many positions. Standing with the bar, standing with Wayne holding me (while I pee'd on his shoes I might add), toilet, hands and knees, and many more. After pushing for over an hour the midwives had me go onto my side and try there because they could tell that I was getting tired. As I pushed they kept saying "Good job, you are almost there." In which I thought that maybe I was crowning and I was almost done. That was false hope. Because I was no where near that point. Finally when I was actually getting close (I knew this know from the burning ring of fire) I looked and spotted his little head. It looked like a potato was coming out of me. It freaked me out because I thought that me was going to be some sort of mutant or something. While I was pushing I could feel his head breaking through to the outside world. But every time my contractions would stop and I would relax and his head would pop back inside of me. At that point I was getting fairly mad and my body was exhausted. The next contraction I was going to get his head partially out and hold it there in between my contractions so that I could get him out of me. I was determined. I did one more big push and his head came! One more and he was OUT! The most relieving feeling in the world. At 9:37 after two hours of pushing out little Ezra was here. The midwife handed him to me and Wayne and I were so excited. He was so perfect and not a mutant. At this point I was going to try and nurse him, but little did I know this was going to be impossible. I was torn from my head to my toes. They never actually told me how many stitches, but I was bound to the bed for over an hour while they did their handy work on me.
I have never been that tired in my life, but so filled with joy and excitement at the same time. I feel so blessed to have been able to have the natural birth that I had prayed for. Ezra did so well the entire time with no complications. He is the joy of our lives and we can't imagine loving anyone more than we love him.
On September 21st I woke up at 3:30am to take a lovely potty break, as I did often in the early hours of the day. I'd been having braxton hicks for weeks, but nothing had happened until now. I began having contractions. After laying in bed for 2 hours and having regular contractions, 7 min apart, I finally decided to get out of bed to not disturb Wayne from sleeping. I wen't to the bathroom again, and this time I noticed a gooey slightly pink substance. My mucus plug. It was starting to come out. I was getting a little excited, because before that time I had 0 progress. But things were happening now. I went and layed on the couch for a little while. When 5am came around I figured I should use a pad, just in case things got any grosser down there. When I went to grab the pad from underneath the sink I stood up and a gush came from my crotch. There goes my water. Ha! Luckily it wasn't the whole thing all at once. After my trip to the bathroom, I decided I should try and get some sleep. After all if I were going to have the baby that day, I needed more than 3.5 hours of sleep. But it was hard to sleep because the contractions were distracting. Around 7am I finally was able to fall asleep in between contraction. When 8am came around I had to get up and get ready to go see the midwifes for a prenatal visit that morning at 9. Wayne had gotten up, because he heard me in the kitchen making breakfast. He had asked why I had been out of bed for so long. "Oh you know, just having contractions." I replied. Hahaha! He was a little surprised, because from up until now I wasn't showing many signs of labor.
While I was moving about, getting ready, and driving to the Midwifes office I noticed my contractions were becoming less intense and not as often. Maybe that was it. Maybe my water didn't break and my body was just getting ready. When I got to the office I had the Midwife Helene (One of the many wonderful midwifes) check me. But before she did, I told her of the many events of that morning. When she checked me she said that my cervix was at 3cm and 90% effaced. Woohoo! But, she didn't think that my water had broken, because things felt pretty hard still. She told me that when I had liquid running down my legs, then that would be a good sign of my water breaking. She soon left the room and I stood up to get my pants back on. When sure enough liquid running straight down my leg. Now I wasn't going to rush into the hospital, because the midwives wanted me to wait until I was around 7 cm to get there. I know, 7 cm may seem a bit close to pushing time, but because I wanted a natural birth there would be no point for me to hangout in the hospital for forever. Besides we only lived 5 min away from the hospital.
When I arrived back home my contractions were becoming strong again. Wayne had a class that day from 11:30-12:30 and he was a little nervous to go. But I reassured him that there wasn't anyway I was going to be going to the hospital anytime soon. And off he went. At this point I didn't want to just sit around. I began packing the rest of the things for the hospital bag. My contractions were now becoming stronger and I would have to stop what I was doing and breath during my contractions. Wayne then got back from class around 1pm and I was all packed and ready for when the time came. But before we would even think about going to the hospital, I needed food. And of course we needed to go grocery shopping that day because we were all out of food. We proceeded to drive to Broulims to get a quick lunch. Now, my contractions at this point were being really random. From 2-5 min apart and lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to 1min. You could only imagine what I was going through at this point. It was kind of hysterical actually. Going into Broulims while in the middle of labor and trying to look as normal as possible so that no one would notice what was going on with my body.
When we got home and ate our lunch, things were really starting to happen. But still my contractions were being random. The midwives wanted me to go with a 5-1-1 rule. That being my contractions were suppose to be 5 min apart lasting for 1 min for at least 1 hour. We decided to wait a little longer and see if things would become more regular. When a little after 3 pm I told Wayne that I was done and it was time to go. Before we went to the hospital we went to go the Midwifes office first to have them check me, just to double check that I was in actual labor. Because if it was a false alarm the hospital would charge us to check me, when the Midwives would not. But as we arrived we found out that Helene was already at the hospital, and all the other midwifes had the day off. The nurse at the office told us to just go to the hospital. Off we went. Luckily I had already preregistered and check in was quick and easy. They didn't check me right away because I told them that I thought my water had broken early that morning so they got strip of paper that would tell them if the liquid sitting on my pad was my water or not. And sure enough it was. Helene and Karen (the student midwife) soon came into my room to check my progress. It was 3:30 and I was at 6cm.
To kill time and help with the pain we decided to walk around the halls. Eventually I ended up in the Jacuzzi. I was able to relax fairly well in between contractions. I sat in the tub for around 2 hours. When I got out I felt like I was getting ready to push. They checked my cervix and I was at 9cm. Almost ready. When the time came I tried many positions. Standing with the bar, standing with Wayne holding me (while I pee'd on his shoes I might add), toilet, hands and knees, and many more. After pushing for over an hour the midwives had me go onto my side and try there because they could tell that I was getting tired. As I pushed they kept saying "Good job, you are almost there." In which I thought that maybe I was crowning and I was almost done. That was false hope. Because I was no where near that point. Finally when I was actually getting close (I knew this know from the burning ring of fire) I looked and spotted his little head. It looked like a potato was coming out of me. It freaked me out because I thought that me was going to be some sort of mutant or something. While I was pushing I could feel his head breaking through to the outside world. But every time my contractions would stop and I would relax and his head would pop back inside of me. At that point I was getting fairly mad and my body was exhausted. The next contraction I was going to get his head partially out and hold it there in between my contractions so that I could get him out of me. I was determined. I did one more big push and his head came! One more and he was OUT! The most relieving feeling in the world. At 9:37 after two hours of pushing out little Ezra was here. The midwife handed him to me and Wayne and I were so excited. He was so perfect and not a mutant. At this point I was going to try and nurse him, but little did I know this was going to be impossible. I was torn from my head to my toes. They never actually told me how many stitches, but I was bound to the bed for over an hour while they did their handy work on me.
I have never been that tired in my life, but so filled with joy and excitement at the same time. I feel so blessed to have been able to have the natural birth that I had prayed for. Ezra did so well the entire time with no complications. He is the joy of our lives and we can't imagine loving anyone more than we love him.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
September.
September is here and almost over with. Wayne is now back in classes and as usual has
been dedicated to his studies. Everyday he leaves for class, I look at the clock and think of all the hours I have left until he is back. It's a little pathetic on my part, but I just love him so much! But I'm proud of him. He is such a great student. Something that I envy him for.
We
now only have a couple weeks before our Ezra is suppose to arrive. Unless he pulls a Rose. We can't wait!
I have been trying to keep busy and as active as I can be by cleaning the house
as much as possible and preparing for his arrival. We also just finished a 6
week birth class in preparation. Our midwife suggested that we take one, being our first baby and all. Our teacher was really great. She is a certified Doula, which was perfect, because her focus was on a natural birth and learning techniques to cope with the pain of labor. Which is just what we wanted. I just hope that when the time comes we can remember all that we were taught. At least I know I probably won't be able to remember all the information. But knowing that Wayne will be there by my side the whole time is a huge comfort. I know that we will be able to push (me literally) through labor and delivery together. But until then all we can do is wait. Which is getting harder and harder for us. We just want to meet the little guy!
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| Me and Ezra at 37 weeks! |
Final days of Summer.
Alas it had been months since the last time I posted. The rest of
our time on the farm was just perfect! The only thing that could have made our
time more enjoyable would have been if the pool wasn't under
construction during our time there. But what can you do?
At the end of June
we had the Christensen family beach reunion. The very first one that I was allowed
to attend. Haha! Being friends with Katrina, every other beach trip in the past
Mother Christensen would not allow me to go. After all I wasn't a
Christensen...Yet. I sure showed her! We rented a massive beach house right on
the beach in Depoe Bay. It was so beautiful. We were all excited when we
arrived and couldn't have been happier. Until the next morning when we all woke
up to hear that Dad had driven himself to the hospital that night due to chest
and back pain and was now going to have to undergo emergency gall bladder
surgery. That put a damper on things. Luckily his surgery went well with no
complications.
After the beach trip we were only a few days away from the famous Christensen 4th of July BBQ. Although due to Dads surgery, the number of people were cut down significantly. This year it was only going to be member of the family. Instead of the 150 plus people in the past. As always we had an awesome firework show. The boys always go and get the best supply. I think every year the show gets longer and bigger.
By the time 4th of July was over Wayne and I knew I time in Oregon was going to soon come to a close. We had only 3 weeks left! And Kelli was suppose to have baby Rose on the 21st. Ha! Boy were we all wrong. When we got back to Rexburg on the 24th of July we were still waiting...and waiting...Poor Kelli had been pregnant for 42 weeks by now and was to be induced. But with a successful induction baby Rose was born on August 3rd! Yay! Although the best part about Rose coming late was that my mom stayed for an entire 3 weeks! It was fun having her here. My Dad ended up leaving earlier because his allergies were killing him. He braved the drive home while Mom stayed and flew back on a later date.
While both my parents were here Aubrie, Erik, and Maxwell were able to come for a day or so before they headed off to Connecticut on their Yale adventure, where Erik is attending Grad school. We went swimming at the new Rexburg Rapids and did a bonfire with Smore's and all! |
| Our loot of fireworks! |
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| Wayne Prepping for the show |
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| Dad reminding us of the sacrifices made for this country. |
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| Sean and I at the bonfire |
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| Maxwell and Emma waiting to roast Marshmallows |
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| Uncle Wayne helping them out |
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| Meeting Rose for the first time |
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