Alexander Clark

  Yesterday morning we welcomed our son.  I nicknamed him grumpy early in my pregnancy.  He never like to be easy.  Example on our last stress test appointment he refused to sit still and kicked the heart monitor off.  So we shouldn't have been too surprise when he decided to come into this world in dramatic fashion. 
   All weekend I haven't been feeling well.  I felt like I was coming down with the flu.  I spent a lot of time watching Cake Boss and indexing, things I could do from bed.  While thankfully Matt's parents took care of our girls.  Monday morning I woke with horrible contractions.  4am is such a great time to be woken up.  I was timing them at ten minutes apart.  Matt came home from work with breakfast.  Poor guy worked all night then came home to a wife in pain.  I went and laid on the couch so he could get some sleep.  The contractions got down to eight minutes apart and were getting worse but still not enough to go in.  We decided to go see the girls and have dinner at Matt's parents.  Walking was more painful but still contractions not close enough for the hospital.  My poor girls would ask what is wrong every time a contraction would hit.  I told them he was just kicking really hard.  Livi would kiss my belly and tell him to behave.  About ten o'clock I decided I couldn't take the pain any more and we headed to the hospital. Once there the first I told them was I wanted an epidural.  I have back labor which is horrible.  They checked me at 1130 I was a three plus.  The contraction were getting closer and closer.  Just my luck the anesthesiologist was preparing for a csection which my doctor was about to do.  This was a double edge sword.  One hand my doctor was there but on the other I would have to wait for my epidural.  They thought I could wait since the girls took about 12 hours with patosine.  After a half an hour they checked me I was a five.  I was so embarrassed.  I had a contraction and thought I had peed.  Nope my water broke.  With in hour I was almost an eight.  By two am I was complete and wanting to push.  I was screaming and begging for meds the whole time.  The kept trying to get me to breath.  I tried but it didn't work screaming helped more.  I swear they probably heard me on the roof.  I kept begging Matt for drugs or to let me push.  Finally my doctor walked in and told me to go for it.  I was never so happy to see someone other then Matt in my life.  I started pushing and finally he came out and so did a ton of water.  It was a popping sound and then a gush.  It sounded like someone threw a couple buckets of water on the floor there was tons of it every where. 
   Alexander Clark Losser was finally there at 2:18am.  He weighted 9 pounds 9 ounces and 21 inches long.  (My cut off for a c section was 9 1/2 pounds) He has a head of red hair and the temper to match so far.  He is so adorable that already he has us wrapped around his fingers.  At that point I was up for twenty four hours so he went to the nursery.  During the night he had issues breathing and was put on oxygen.  He is having issues keeping his blood sugar level so he has been in the NICU.  We are praying he will get better soon.  The girls are upset they haven't been able to met him yet.  Only grandparents and parents are aloud in the NICU.  We are so happy he is finally here. 

Alexander Clark 

Proud Daddy

In the NICU

You can see his hair.  He is so cute

He was so calm when Daddy had him

Happy Birthday To Matt

Happy Birthday to Matt!!!  Yup Matt turned 37 on Wednesday.   For his birthday we had some kid free time (well except for one in my stomach) He got to sleep in and we went out to lunch.  We went to Litza Pizza. (Where we had our first date and we even order the same pizza.)  For dinner we joined our crazy kids and Matt's parents at his favorite Mexican place.  Emme announced it was her Daddy's birthday and kept singing to him.  They brought him Fried Ice Cream topped with whipped cream and maraschino cherries.  Matt decided to give the girls a cherry.  Livi ate it happily.  Emme took one bite spit it out.  And then threw up everywhere.  On the table, chair, herself and all over me.  As I took her to bathroom she announce to everyone she threw up and made vomiting noises as went.  Matt said it was the perfect present cause it didn't happen to him. ( Somehow when she throws up it always happens to me.  She has a horrible gag reflex)  After dinner we headed back to Matt's parents for cupcakes and ice cream.  It was fun watching the birthday boy become a monster and chase the girls all backyard.  I think Daddy got more worn out then our two little monkeys.   The next day his Dad and Stockton (his cousin's son) went fishing.  Something he loves to do but doesn't get a chance as much as he would like.  He caught two little ones he let go.  He was so happy when he got home he loves to fish.   He said though he is ready for his belated birthday present our son Alex who is ten days away

Emme with the cherry before she threw up thank goodness the restaurant was almost empty

 

They made wear him wear the hat while they sung Happy Birthday and ate his ice cream

 

Livi is a messy eater so we took her shirt to eat her cupcake

Emme had to eat her cup her cake with Daddy

Emme holding the dead fish.  It even got it's own theme song "I have a dead fish in the bag"



Overwhelmed But Thankful

Lately I have been feeling overwhelmed.  I am trying to be thankful and find the positive side through all of it but some days it is hard.  I am 36 weeks pregnant and have 15 days left till this little one comes.  My house is a complete mess as I am under Doctor orders not to do anything but lay in bed.  I am not suppose to sit for long periods of time, no lifting, bending, etc.  Alex's room has become a playroom for the girls.  They have their toys everywhere and have been playing in all his stuff.  Livi insists on sleeping in the crib when Emme won't leave her alone.  Livi likes to sleep and Emme would rather play at bedtime. So with the nesting instinct is driving me nuts and I can't do anything about it.  It doesn't help I don't sleep much and I am tired all the time.  There are nights where I wake up with contractions or cramps from sleeping on one side too long.   To add to the I have to pee every hour on the hour no matter how much I drink.  I also am at the point where I have two appointments a week.  Stress test one day and the doctor the next.  There will be one week I will have three because they have to measure him to see how big he is.  The words c section have been thrown around.  He better just be a tall baby.  Bright side I have a wonderful hubby who has been doing the dishes and laundry.   And a wonderful mother in law who volunteered to come help clean my house.
  Our dishwasher just died.  We have had it two months.  Thankfully it is still under warranty so Tuesday we are hoping it will be fixed.  With two toddlers and a new baby soon a broken dish washer is not fun.  
   Last couple months I have been wanting to be in Washington.  It is hard to be so far away from my family.  Especially at times like this.  My Dad's sister is dying from cancer.  I adore my Aunt Cherie.  Last month my Grandmother who is 96 years old broke her hip.  She has been in and out rehab since.  Yesterday she began complaining of chest pains.  Her blood pressure was high so she was sent to the hospital.  My grandmother has had several heart attacks over the years.  She also has kidney disease.  She is currently in the hospital with pneumonia.  My mom is up there taking care of her.  Bright side I called and talked to my grandma for an hour.  Not really my grandmother likes to talk and talk.  Your job is to sit and listen.  That is a good sign.  When she went to the hospital the doctors , nurse and even paramedics comments what a chatter box she is.
   My parents are suppose to drive down on the 26th for our son's birth.  My mother has been in the delivery room each time. We even decided to have his blessing with in days of his birth so my Dad could bless him , since he wasn't able to be here for the girls.    With my grandma in the hospital that is up in the air.  I would love to have my mom there, but I understand if she can't.  We decided a good idea was to push the blessing back a month if they can't come so they can at least be here for the blessing. 
    I am so thankful for a sweet husband who reminds me that everything will work out the way the Lord wants it to and holds me when I cry.  For two little girls who "cure" me by rubbing lotion on my stomach and telling the baby to behave.  For in laws who take my hyper girls so I can rest.  Some days I need reminding when there is so much going on and with all these hormones going on.