Scary Bones Jones

Halloween has to be one of my favorite holidays...maybe even tied with Christmas. It's THAT great. 

This year I was extra happy and fortunate to be home all of October because of my maternity leave, so that meant I got to enjoy AMC's FearFest...scary horror movies nonstop. I admit I felt a little guilty having Jett in the room with me while blood-curdling screams were going on, but he was a Friday the 13th baby afterall so it's only natural he watch the Jason movies with me...and The Exorcist...and Nightmare on Elm Street...and the Halloween movies. But don't worry, he was also exposed to my beloved Hocus Pocus multiple times. My only regret this Halloween was not carving pumpkins, which I always do! I even bought the pumpkins...I just couldn't find the motivation to block out hours of time for carving due to a cute baby to tend to instead. 

This year Gage was a magician and performed real magic tricks during his school parade and at my work Halloween trick-or-treat, and Jett was the cutest, most precious little bundle of skeleton bones ever...his outfit even glowed in the dark. And did I mention Grandma just LOVES him? He is constantly smothered.

 

Tween

Birthday Boy!

Gage turned 10 on October 14th! He finally made it to double digits and is officially a tween. Oh my. Sooo not ready for the upcoming teen years!...or the birds and the bees speech that is on the horizon. Where does the time go?!

We surprised Gage this year by decorating his room, which he loved. He then went to Trafalga in the afternoon with Jake for some mini golf and laser tag, and then we had a family party in the evening with my parents and brother. We all went bowling and then back to our house for Pier 49 pizza, homemade strawberry birthday cake, and presents.

1 Month

Somebody turned one month old on October 13th! 

I decided to make a list of things about baby Jett since his personality has developed more over the past few weeks:

• He likes having his arms and hands out of his blankets instead of being swaddled tightly. Poor guy wakes up with cold hands in the morning because he won't keep them snuggled in his blankets.
• He attacks his froggy WubbaNub like a shark when he's restless--mouth open to bite and then shakes his head ferociously once it's in his mouth. It makes me laugh everytime. 
• He enjoys bath time now and just lies quietly on his foam froggy pad looking up at us while we wash him. 
• His poop face makes us laugh when he's concentrating on doing business.
• He's starting to make more cooing noises that are so adorable. Some smiles have been coming out lately too, and we just love them! 
• I have many ridiculous nicknames for him already such as Buddy Roo, Sweetums, Babykins, Toots Magoo, and Buddy Biscuits.
•  He knows it's feeding time when we put his burp cloth or bib on him and gets so excited about it that he always start chewing on them. It's then a battle to get his hands and cloth out of the way for his bottle.
• Sometimes when he's upset and crying, we'll do a quick blow of air on his face. It catches him off guard so he stops crying instantly and sticks out his bottom lip in pouty face mode wondering what the heck just happened...then goes back to crying. It's funny watching him go from wahhhh to huhhh?
•  He's getting much better at lifting his head during tummy time and can now push himself onto his back if he's on his side.
• He enjoys his swing now and will finally take short naps in it.
• Did I mention he snores? Too funny.
• He likes watching TV!...though I don't think he can really see it so I'm not sure what part is appealing to him and getting his attention.
•  When I hold him on my chest with his head on my shoulder he likes to nuzzle into my neck. It...is...precious!
• He has already been on grocery and shopping outings, to grandma's house, and a stroller ride.

 ♥

Pretty much love him to pieces!!! It's been so fun watching him grow.

Two Weeks

Jett turned two weeks old on Friday and had his 2-week doctor appointment today. He is one healthy baby boy, now weighing 10 lbs and 5 oz. Goodness. 

 

His two-week old pics that I snapped at home are so flippin' CUTE! Love my adorable baby boy...and he loves his froggy WubbaNub.

Photos de Bebe

Picture time! Here's a post of just pictures of my sweet little Jett...

View from my hospital room at Riverton. It was calming to have it overcast and drizzly outside. We love his Friday the 13th birth day.

Newborn getting his bath...he was not a happy camper.

He looks huge in this pic! Poor little guy, a bit swollen. Gage thought his cord looked like a cucumber. EWW.

One of the nurses was nice and made a name sign for his little bucket he'd be shuttled around in.

I of course had to do a photoshoot with babykins the instant we got back to my room...we love his Mickey Mouse swaddle blanket.

Finally opening those eyes to look around. He looks so precious here.

His baby yawns are adorable!

Dad and baby

Time to go home!

All of our goodies to take home from the hospital.

Probably one of the most adorable pictures ever.

Mittens!

Froggy bath time at home. He's getting more used to bath time now.

Comfy cozy in my pink blanket.

All ready for bed in his raccoon jammies with his sleep sheep.

Loves daddy!

Getting in a good nap before the Utes game. Watching football with dad is a frequent thing here.

Look Who Arrived!

Announcing the arrival of our most sweetest bundle of joy...

Jett Lucas

Friday, September 13th

at 7:35 a.m.

9 lbs. 12 oz. 21 in.

Birth story:
On Thursday, September 12th, Jake and I went to my 8:30 a.m. doctor appointment at Riverton Hospital to have my blood pressure checked. I had been having high blood pressure readings over the course of a week and my doctor said if it read high again during my scheduled weekly appointment, then he would send me over to labor and delivery to be induced. I was due on the 14th anyway and had already dilated to a 3. We packed up our hospital bags and prepared to not return home until this baby came. Sure enough, my blood pressure was at it's highest reading yet so my doctor told me to head on down the hall to get things started for labor. Butterflies instantly set in!...and relief, what an uncomfortable last few weeks of pregnancy. 

We got all settled into our hospital room, and my doctor broke my water around 10 a.m.  Whew, am I glad that didn't happen at work or home! Talk about a flood. The nurses then started me on pitocin to speed up my labor. Over the next few hours, we just waited for me to dilate more and more. At first, my contractions were pretty light and felt like normal menstrual cramps. Nothing I couldn't handle. When they started getting more intense, I finally requested to get an epidural as I had planned on all along. Unfortunately, I was told that the anesthesiologist had just got called to a c-section and wouldn't be available for an hour or so. Bad news for me! I had to deal with some pretty intense contractions for over an hour. I was crying...they hurt...I was squeezing Jake's hand to death. Thank heavens when the anesthesiologist finally arrived! The epidural was pure joy and made me relax. 

Around 11 p.m., I still hadn't progressed as quickly as the doctor was hoping for. It was about this time he decided to give me and Jake the heads up about the possibility of a c-section delivery if for some reason I got to the point of not dilating any further. But, the baby's heart rate had been fine the entire time and wasn't stressed, so the doctor felt it was ok to just keep monitoring me for a few more hours knowing that first-time pregnancies tend to have longer labors. Jake and I got some sleep, kept our fingers crossed and said some prayers that I would keep dilating and progressing. Sure enough, around 5 a.m. on Friday the 13th the nurse and doctor checked me to find that I had finally fully dilated and was ready to start pushing! Oh boy. Jake grabbed one of my legs and the nurse grabbed the other, and we got to work. Umm, oww! Whoever said an epidural blocks all pain was wrong...apparently it does not block pressure. Not so fun. Not to mention the upper half of my body wasn't numb so my shoulders and back killed because they have you hunch over every time you push. 

I eventually ended up in tears and was exhausted after an hour and a half of pushing with no results. The doctor told me the baby's head had not progressed far enough down the birth canal. I had two options: I could keep pushing since the baby was still doing alright though the doctor estimated I still had another 2-3 hours to go before there could be any sign of improvement; or, a c-section. With pushing, there was just no way of telling if it would be successful--the baby may not me moving further down because of his size or maybe it was cord issue. The doctor said I would most likely tear and continuing would eventually stress the baby. His recommendation was to do a c-section. I was so exhausted that I knew I couldn't go another few hours, especially knowing it wouldn't promise any results. I reluctantly agreed to the c-section and was a bawling mess, just from fear of having surgery and not knowing what would happen. I was whisked away to the OR and Jake got dressed in his surgical outfit to accompany me.

A short few minutes later, out came baby Jett at 7:35 a.m.! I was so drugged up that everything was in dream mode for me. I missed him being weighed and bathed, and even when they handed him to me all wrapped up in a bundle as I was being wheeled into my recovery room it seems like a groggy dream. It was so surreal. He was instantly precious and the doctors and nurses couldn't believe his size...a hefty 9 lbs. 12 oz. No wonder he wasn't going down the birth canal! I knew I had made the right decision by opting for the c-section. The rest of the day was resting, visiting with family and friends, and just staring at Jett. 

By the next day when I was feeling like me again, I was completely smitten with my little bundle of joy and had a few emotional moments watching him yawn and make his little noises. He's so adorable and absolutely perfect! I couldn't dream him up in a million years. Four days later after a nice, relaxing stay in the hospital, we got to take our baby home. It's been an adventure, to say the least. He is more and more adorable, even though it has definitely been work and stressful. Recovering from a c-section has made things more difficult, so I've been so thankful for Jake. Bestest hubby ever! I love our little family and look forward to seeing little Jett grow stronger and bigger every day. It's official, I'm a mommy.

Preggo Problems

In chatting with my beloved BF the other month venting to her about the burdens of being chunky, she compared my inability to bend over to that of a giraffe at a watering hole. I have died laughing picturing that image in my mind ever since because it is SO true. I found the picture appropriate to post right about now since the extra weight is an on-going nuisance...gone are the days of graceful ballet pliés to the ground to pick something up I've dropped, and thank heavens for pedicures since being able to tend to my own toes became impossible months ago. Yes, the giraffe spread has come in handy along with many other positions I've had to adjust to in order to function. "Graceful" and "pregnant" just don't go together in the same sentence. Ever.

 

Only 50 days left in my pregnancy! Holy moly.