Monday, May 22, 2017

Non-Verbal

Little man is about to turn two in July.
I'll start off with recognizing our family has been through a lot of change in his first year. Dad left, and came back, and left and came back, and left (etc) throughout this past year. Yes, it's been almost a year of him coming and going. We had a baby brother during this year as well. I'm not oblivious of the big changes.
During this year we started off with apx twelve words. Momma, Dada, Bella, Dog, Kitty, Cat, go, Dulie (for Julie), Arthur, and uh-oh. I started noticing around 18 months, after Christmas, that he wasn't talking as much. I also started noticing he only played with two toys.. both he could spin on the ground and made noise. I looked into an echo sensory because that's what it seemed like. We started swim back in Feb, again after Dad came and left a second time, and he cried at every lesson. Then he started plugging his ears and refusing to go in the water or be under water - which is very typical for children - IMO. I also started noticing that he wasn't really playing with other kids, not that we are around that many. We were going to a church social where the first 45 min we co played parents and kids - and he didn't seek the children out to play with. He actually had no interest and stayed to himself but I thought it was because he was a non-walker and all the others were. Even after he started walking he didn't gravitate to the kiddo's. I also started noticing and hearing from the day care worker that all he did for the next 45 min was cry. I thought it was because of nap time but also realized he wasn't trying to play with any of the other kids. We stopped going to the group because of that and because the day care worker complained about his constant crying.
Little man became obsessed with Dory & I tried to incorporate water as much as possible. He loved bath time! I decorated his bathroom in Dory characters and for a moment I thought he was saying "fish". We'd watch Dory and his face would light up! Then I sought out aquariums, other fish movies, but he only wanted Dory and didn't seemed interested at all in the aquariums. We have a unspoken schedule and I noticed that if I went off that schedule he didn't seem to mind. I also noticed that he never asked for water, or juice, or food. He never complained about being in a carseat or stroller for a long period of time - which I tested by a 3 hour hair appointment. (to my defense I brought food, the ipad and he was directly in front of me the whole time. So I thought he didn't complain b/c his needs were being met). Although we got a ton of compliments on how well it was - it was odd.  Then friends started commenting on how their kids wouldn't have set that still or quiet for that length of time and I felt horrible. Out right horrible. Then I really started paying attention. Dissecting his every move, asking questions to other parents and people I new worked in the field with children.
Dad came home, we had a baby, and he changed even more. Now we have regressed to just saying "go" and "Dadda" but this time he doesn't seem to acknowledge Dad on facetime. He doesn't look up and smile, he doesn't blow bubbles and throw kisses. He just acts like he doesn't know he's on the ipad. Then the ipad became his obsession. He is really, really good at ipad games - some above his age level. Now the TV or movies are just a distraction but he's obsessed with his ipad games and throws major tantrums when I force him off of it. He still doesn't play with toys, he still doesn't talk or acknowledge his needs. He doesn't really seem to even acknowledge "Little Dude".
While the husband was home for his 20 days he also started to notice his quietness. My husband stated that Little Man never asked for food or juice. He never complained of a dirty or wet diaper. He never complained about going to the hospital for the day. He's just a very quiet kid. My sister J came into town and he never questioned her. He never hesitated or clung to me with her. He's met her once but they facetime off and on so I thought that's why he didn't have reservations. Dad left, J came.. and he never acted phased. Then my other sister V came and J left - all while he was sleeping - and he never hesitated. He doesn't try to interact with V like he did with J.. but he never got upset or questioned her getting him up or changing his routine.
We took him to the Dr and stated our concerns right after Dad left. We were met with different reactions ranging from annoyance that we were suggesting our child is special. One person even asking 'why we wanted our kid to be retarded".. yes that was the exact question. We keep hearing that we are 'worrying to much' or that 'kids talk on their own time' or that we are being 'paranoid because we know children with special needs'. Two year olds talk. Two year olds babble, they play pretend, they play with cars and make crashing noises. They mimic a cat or a dog. They laugh outloud or rush to a window to see the garbage man.  They get mad because they wanna walk and explore.
A child isn't usually tested before the age of 2 for any special needs.. including autism. Our regular pediatrician had heard my concerns for the past year and agreed to get him in for a evaluation - 'that could take some time'. It's been two weeks and nothing has been done but a hearing test appointment made. I don't want something to be 'wrong' with my child. I don't want him to be different and put under a microscope. I don't want him to be different in our society and bullied because he learns different or talks different. I want to help my child. I want my child to ask for food, or a drink. I want him to tell him he wants to play or he is dirty/wet. I want to understand my child's feelings and I want him to get the help he needs as soon and as early as possible.
I'm hoping and praying that the stories I hear are real.  I pray that one day he just wakes up talking, I pray that one day he runs up and gives me a hug (which he doesn't do). I want him to respond to his name and turn around to point to what he wants. His form of asking for a kiss is lowering his forhead to your mouth - which seems like he's headbutting your face.
My heart hurts for all the what if's for various reasons - and non of which is towards him, exactly. I hurt because I don't want him to be bullied, I want him to be understood and have friends. I want him to have relationships with people and make friends with other kids. I don't want my child going through this harsh life labeled but I do want him to receive the help he needs to excel. I don't want to compare him to his brother and secretly looking for delays in Little Dude too. I'm hurting because these are all very viable things but I have to do what's best for my child. The child that I love so dearly. The child that lights up my world with his smile and his sweet disposition. The little boy that just wants to be swung on a swing and chased by older kids. The little boy who seems to laugh when he's being hurt (by other kids) because he's naive and doesn't seem the darkness in their words.
So there it is my omission to the world that their is something going on with my oldest son. That we are looking into developmental testing and hearing tests. That we are entering a whole new chapter and territory that is down right scary as hell. A chapter where I'll need to surround myself, 110%, by supportive and understanding people just to make my lifes child better and stronger.
God, I pray that you are hearing my cry. I pray that you are guiding me to met new people who will build us up and help us grow. Lord I ask and ask for your guidance and patients as we start this journey. You set this path for us long before we knew a child would in our life and I am just asking for a simple shred of love and support.  I'm asking for friends/people who will support our new chapter and that we figure out how to help Little Man grow and flourish.


Saturday, May 20, 2017

What's Next

For so long I have only identified as the women trying to have babies - determined to overcome infertility. Now that I have two beautiful boys I find a void. A void in the sense that I don't know who I am anymore. I mean I put all my energy into getting pregnant and having a family. While I do have a love affair with the whole working out/being healthy thing - it's not a lifestyle I've carved out. I enjoy music and I enjoy books. Those just aren't a "who I am" definer.
People always ask to describe yourself by saying "so tell me about you" and I just can't say how much my life has been tied up into "well we are trying to have a baby".
Bringing this point back home.. now that I have won the infertility battle (so to speak) I find that the one thing I so strongly identified with for so long no longer applies. Don't mistake that sentence as a sad grieving notion but I now feel lost. I mean I wasn't concerned about a career or hobbies. I wasn't concerned about book clubs or wine clubs. I didn't have the means to travel around the world because my main focus was having a family. So now that I have accomplished that I sit back and ask "who am I?","Where do I go from here?" and "What's next?". These are strange question to ask at 35.
I went to dinner with a girlfriend of 17 years tonight and I am always so impressed by her life. She runs marathon's, she volunteer's at her local Y, she works a 40 hr job, she holds down a household, her & her husband have a passion of visiting breweries, and they travel. I look at all that she has accomplished and I just sit and wonder what my next 'thing' will be. I have to again say how impressed I am with all her accomplishments and her contagious outlook on life.   Anyway - while at dinner she asked me if I was planning on having more kids and it dawned on me that is all people know to talk to me about.
So how do you pick your next chapter? How do you go over a list of things and say "yep that's my thing!". I love to make blankets but is that something I want to invest in next? I honestly wanted to go back to school to do whatever it takes to work at the public schools with my kids. Growing up I went to school with a girl and her Mom volunteered as a librarian aide while in Elementary, and then volunteered at the Middle School and then at High School. I knew that's always what I wanted to do as well. I just need to really sit and do some soul searching and figure out what I do from here. How I make me life matter past this point to myself and the legacy I leave behind. I doubt my boys will tell the story of how their Mom did everything under the sun to have them.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

1 Month

It's so hard to fathom that I've been a Mom of two for almost a month. It's hard to to wrap my brain around the hard facts. I don't know what I expected life to be like but so far it's been pretty adaptable. It's so comforting to have help around the house - big or small. Two of my sisters came out.. one has already come and gone, while the other has just arrived. Both are so vastly different in many many ways. My biggest fear of was not being able to give both kids the time they needed and give my self the healing time I need. While I feel I have rushed my recovery - both the kids are fine. I am still able to give Little Man quality time, and take care of little Dude. The night schedule has worked out pretty well so far.. and only left me with a couple of sleepless nights. I was able to hand off the baby in the mornings, during the first two weeks to get more sleep, and now I feel I'm comfortable on the little sleep I am getting. I'm pretty sure the sister that is here now is questioning her stay because I'm pretty self sufficient with both kids - asking and requiring little assistance. It's honestly really hard to ask for help when I feel like I have it under control but I just wanted the security of having someone here in case I don't. I'm sure a sleepless night is coming where I will need the extra help.
So while I'm sure you want to hear all about little Dude. It's back to his birth weight of 9 lbs. I desperately wanted to breastfeed on of my kids but so far I'm pumping/bottle feeding (breast milk only) to both kids. It's a lot of work breast feeding a baby and the ability to just pop in a bottle at 2, 3 or 4 am is amazing. So I don't feel quality in the least because he's on breast milk and I'm so happy about that. We have created a nice schedule and he sleeps pretty well at night and during the day. He sleeps better during the early hours (5-9am) but that gives me quality time for myself and for Little Man. He is grumpy, has a great set of lungs, very vocal about feeding times, loves bath time and has a mean set of facial expressions already. With Little Man I knew his eyes were going to be blue and with Little Dude it's still a mystery. While I hear all babies are born with blue eyes, his look Navy and make me think they are going to be brown - like his Dad.
While I think we had a second child so quick - being on this side of it now - I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm still a little concerned that big brother hasn't really adapted all that well but I'm sure he'll come around soon. Well Little Dude just dozed off and so I'm going to try and catch some sleep before his next feeding in a hour. Thanks for checking in on us.


Friday, May 5, 2017

Arrived.

Gosh everything has been so busy that it's been really hard to stop and make a post. My husband came back home for a short 10 day visit. We went to Tucson to see our friends Dad and got food poisoning on the way. We went to leave Monday but little man kept throwing up so we turned around - then the next day we did leave and the husband got it on the way. I got sick pulling into their driveway.. it was horrible. It was a quick thing.. so we were good to go by Wed afternoon. We ended up leaving Thursday afternoon and making it back to SD that evening.
So Friday, the 21st, I woke up super itchy. I couldn't stop scratching and nothing releaved the itch. I had an OB appointment that afternoon so I was trying to muster through until then. The itching got so bad that at one point I was crying in the shower begging my husband to rub the sand scrub on my back b/c it was a form of scratching..that was my last straw. I called Labor & Delivery to explain what was happening and before I could really finish explaining - I was told to head that way and be prepared to have a baby. I was all "what?!" So we drove to the hospital.. got admitted.. and told that we were having a c-section b/c they believed I had "obstetric cholestasis" or "intrahepatic cholestasis" {ICP}. ICP is ususaly diagnosed in the 20 week range of pregnancy and is believed to be associated with a liver problem during pregnancy. Long story short they were scared to leave the baby b/c still borns have been associated with this type of condition if ignored and they decided that since we were 27.6 weeks they were taking the baby.
SO our second son was born April 21st @ 7pm  
9.2 lbs and 19.5 inches long


Little Dude stayed in NICU for a couple of days due to fluid on the lungs - which is normal for c-section babies that didn't have a chance to be birthed vaginaly (so they explained). I was able to heal and see him as often as I wanted, and we both got discharged the same day. The husbands leave was extended ten extra days, thanks to his amazing Captain, and my sister arrived the day after we were discharged. Little Dude is two weeks today and doing great. He's breast feeding, he's still got his umbilical cord attachment, and we were encouraged to get him out and about b/c he had a touch of jaundice. So we've gone to a couple of places with him snuggled in our Ergo carrier. 

The husband has already left and rejoined his ship and my sister is here until after Mother's Day. I have another sister coming out for an additional two weeks the day after Mother's Day until the first week of June. SO we are doing really well. Little man is handling being a big brother like a champ by ignoring the baby exists lol. 

As we introduce our newest member to our family - my husband will continue his return on his ship. After he returns we have little man's 2nd birthday, and the commissioning of the ship. We will also have both boys baptized in the ships bell - since they were both born while Dad was aboard the same ship (super rare). SO I'll leave you with our first family picture, taken from an iphone. I just wanted to let your guys know the baby had arrived!! 



Thursday, April 13, 2017

pending husbands arrival

they are sending the husband home tomorrow for 10 full days, which of course is before the birth of the baby, but I'll take it. You know when someone is about to arrive and you have all of the expectations in your head?  Ya know you plan little segments on how things are going to unravel .. As false as these expectations maybe we all create them. Well I have a couple for you.. here we go!

I plan on sleeping majority of Saturday.. not kidding. I plan on taking a big fat sleeping pill, putting one of those sun blocking sleeping masks and sleeping the day away.  Honestly, I doubt that happens but the dream is to sleep the whole day away and wake up just in time to head to the spa.

I plan on waking up to a clean house. Literally have been slacking on that part of my job because I'M HUGE and I don't want to move.. hence the first plane of action. So hopefully he swoops in to take care of the kid and clean the house. Well if he only 'swabs' (mops) I'll be deliriously happy.


Ok, we are all adults here.. yea? Ok. I want him to make me coffee naked. Butt naked. Oh lordy I want this as much as I want the first and next item. I found it in a meme and can't shake it.. so yea. It may not happen but I'm really hoping it does hehehe.

Following the naughty theme here, with a twist.. I wanna take a shower. I want us to take a shower together.. just so he can wash my back. I mean it's one of the most glorious feelings ever! You can't ever really wash your own back, it's a bigger weakness than a back rub, for me anyway. Plus I found these new scrubs from Bath n Body with real sand... I mean I can not wait.



My last & final wish, or expectation, is to go to the spa and get a fabulous pedicure & I need to remove the acrylic off my nails. I have been dying to go by myself for months so I have built the experience up in my head. Truth is my brother let me go while was here a couple of weeks ago, almost 2 months now, but I was so worried about them two together that it was hard to relax. SO at least with his Dad, during nap time, he'll be fine (lol).

Aside from the unrealistic expectations we are going to driving to Arizona for a couple of days. A good friends of our's Dad has melanoma cancer and isn't doing so well. So we would like to go before .. well before we can't. It will be at least July before 'I' can go back so we are going to do a quick trip. I'm prepared to have a baby in Arizona & lord knows I'm excited about the Whataburger. As long as he's not born in Whataburger - this should be a cool trip.

As far as the remaining time he's here.. I have no idea. He wants me to have a baby while he's here but I doubt that happens. Well anyway I'd love to hear some unrealistic expectations you have had about a trip or a family member coming into town. I gotta go shave four months worth of hair away before tomorrow.. haha just kidding.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

36 weeks

I can't believe we are at 36 weeks already!! I'm so anxious to have this baby!!
I was looking back through pictures today & I was just thinking to myself that I could / should  have done a couple of things a lot differently. That if I could go back to the 29th/30th week - oh the things I'd have changed.

First off. Being told that we had placenta previa and we weren't able to workout, or have sex, anything physical. They called it pelvic rest & I've been on pelvic rest up until 35 weeks. So I allowed that to stay very still. I should have been more active b/c now, towards the end of this pregnancy,  it could be harder to heal.

I should have made meals, earlier along, and froze them instead of eating out. I am an adult and I understand that this is temporary.. but I have created a picky eater (with Little man) through always eating out & that's a huge regret. I'm starting to force myself to fix dinners at the house & he is refusing to really eat anything. Gearing towards the end of this amazing journey - I gotta start putting back some of the 'normal' pieces back together for us. I know I can't put a lot of pressure on myself at this point but I'm going to try while the husband is home.

I wish I had forced myself to make a schedule. Cleaning, cooking, and in any other aspects. It's so easy to get lazy and not get anything accomplished. I'm a very organized - usually- but lately I'm really embarassed of the state of my house. I honestly don't care about what anyone thinks - because I have been asking for help and nobody has helped. With that, I feel I should have forced myself to push through and mop these floors,

I can't go back and change anything but if I ever get the honor to have another child - I want to remember these things. I want to remember that being idle really isn't ideal. I'm so thankful that the husband will be here at the end of this week .. and then next week one of my sisters arrives. I'm at the home stretch and I can't wait to share the joyous news of my 2nd son arriving into our lives. Please continue to keep us in your prayers..

Thank you!

Sunday, March 26, 2017

34 weeks

I'm 34 weeks pregnant and nothing much has changed from my last post. I'm still angry and hurt. I'm trying really hard to focus on serenity and calm this inner rage. I'm so scared that my inner rage is going to create horrible post partum issues. Considering I'll be without my husband for the first two months with two kiddo's .. saying I'm concerned is a understatement. Although I've made sure that I have help for the whole first month - Just hoping I can find someone to help out in June also. It's been really hard to just digest and swallow all the disappointment. It's been hard to not look at a friend as a fow. It's been really hard to not be bitter and jaded. While I am sharing some deep anger this whole journey hasn't all been bad. Life goes on and I'm fighting to stay positive and change the way I am seeing this so that I don't have post PP issues.




We got our 4D ultrasound last weekend. I went back to the same place where we did Little Man's 4D ultrasound too & where we had this little guy's gender reveal. A friend came with Little Man & I and the husband was able to join in via Facetime. One of the things that really shocked me .. was how similar that this little guy looks like his big brother! I thought it was a joke at first because they look so much alike! I had to go back and do a comparison of the two side by side and they are almost identical! Which means I'm a host again for another one of my husbands look alikes but since Little Man is so adorable this Little Guy is going to be adorable too! I just can't wait to hold him!




I also finished up his nursery decor completely & I'll post pictures in a couple of days.
I have his hospital items all stacked up on his dresser. I have all my hospital items ready but I'm currently wearing some of the outfits I purchased.  Like  these maternity dresses, which are technically maternity pj's, and I love them! I found them at Target and I can't rave about them enough! I also purchased these pj shirts from Victoria Secret .. they were 2 for $40 and I bought a couple sets of them & they are super comfy! I need a couple of things but for the most part I have everything that I need for the hospital bag. Knowing that I need a c-section & that I had one before - I feel more prepared in knowing what I need. The only thing I keep questioning is I keep purchasing dresses and I know they'll check my insession - so maybe I should check into ,... just kidding. I'm not changing anything.


We also found out that they are going to let my husband come home mid April for two weeks before he has to return to the ship. Meaning he'll miss the birth of his son, which he is not happy about but what do you do? I can't begin to explain how excited I am to have him home. Let me say that later in pregnancy taking a bath is scary stuff. I'm terrified of not being able to get out of the bath tub and hunky firefighters have to help my pregnant ass out.. oh hell to the no. So I think about about a bath.. then laugh and take a shower. So I cant' tell you how excited I am to take a bath when my hubby arrives home. No lie.  The day he leaves is the day my sister flies in too.. so it's all like the final stretch. We are planning on going to Arizona while he is home, I'll be 37 weeks & we will be prepared to have the baby in AZ if it comes down to it. My husband wants to go see our friends Dad who has cancer & I'm not going to say no. I have a couple of things I'd like to do and want him to do while we are physically here in SD but I think the trip to AZ will be fun(ish). I mean.. WHATABURGER.. hear me?

Ok. In a couple of days I'll hopefully get around to posting final pictures of Little Guy's room decor & I'm sure before the husband arrives I'll post again.


Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Speaking Hurt

Ya know I've been really avoiding posting anything because I'm so angry. I know ti's not a proper way to lead in the blogging world with an angry post but screw it. Wanna know why? Because I'm tired. I'm tired of reading posts on facebook where we are scared of what other people think of us. I don't care that you are offended.. wanna know why? Because I'm tired of walking on eggshells around people and their feelings. My feelings matter too damnit! Truth is.. at the end of the day nobody gives a damn about anyone else opinions because we only care about how we feel. Hard truth. So this is my space and I'm going to tell you how I feel... because I can.

I fought for twelve years to have a baby.. 12.. went through years and years of fertility treatments. I injected myself with medications, tooks pills, had surgeries, and I fought. I fought for the right to become a parent despite all the odds that were handed to me. So let me say that when I had little man  I put up with the comments. I put up with the disappointment of the lack of excitement of my first born that I fought for. I was very hurt over my adoptive Mom's response to my impending birth of my son. I let it consume me. I allowed a friend to call him an "alien baby" because we went through invitro to create our little miracle.  I allowed it once.. and I regret it to this day.

So now that we are having baby #2 and the lack of excitement and interest is heart breaking. Nobody asks about him, nobody offered to throw a shower in celebration, actually nobody has done anything. Over this past weekend I received my first (and only) baby gift ... I'm 32 weeks pregnant. How incredibly sad? My husband is on a deployment and the fact that not one of my friends that have shared a holiday in my home are helping me. not one. So I'm past hurt. I'm angry. Like, I don't consider those people friends in anyway. Then you add that my 'adoptive' Mom is being an incredible ass, again. How? By trying to talk every person in my adoptive family out of coming to CA to help me. Seriously. So then on top of that .. she has even tried to ruin my credibility by saying I couldn't afford the plane tickets or that I was lying.  Also I want to add that the next person who tells me what a inconvenience my impeding delivery is.. I'm going to punch. I'm tired of the "oh well if it was the weekend" or "oh if the kids weren't in school" or " if it was later in May ..". My sons birth timing isn't a problem or a inconvenience.. it's exactly when it should be. My magnitude of hurt has just unleashed this enormous amount of rage.

I can't make people be happy for my personal accomplishments but I can do something it. If you aren't happy then move on. Don't lurk around and wait to see what the baby looks like (or 'who' considering a couple of people don't think it's my husbands baby). I don't want you around. I'm just going to work on the five friends that I have here in Cali and move on. I can honestly say that I'm steps away from deleting everyone off my facebook or deleting it. I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to please everyone. I'm tired of throwing get togethers and asking people to participate in things.

I can't be the only person fed up with being afraid to say how they feel. I can't be the only person hanging on to relationships because I feel I have too. I don't regret having this baby - who was conceived by an FET (Frozen Embryo Transfer). I don't regret his due date or any other decision I have made. I do regret keeping the people who make me feel bad about my choices around. That's going to change. I swear by it. I also can't be the only person who fears what others might think about the 'actual' life we really live. Life is hard. We all go through challenges and rough patches. The point of having friends is to have a support system get us through those tough times. Someone to lean on and to ask for help.


Thursday, February 23, 2017

a glimpse of the finish line

Lord almighty - I never dreamed in a thousand years that this deployment would be as emotionally challenging as it has been. Granted, it really has nothing to do with being pregnant but everything to do with who I thought were my friends. It's hard going through transitions but to feel so alone - it makes it harder. It has also showed me that I'm a lot tougher then I thought I was because I've done four months by myself.

Two sisters in Texas have agreed to come to San Diego for the birth of the baby. If the baby comes on the 4th of May - I'll have them for 12 whole days before they fly home. Since I didn't feel that was long enough - I asked my husband's SIL to come from Texas for the remainder of May. So in June I'll have both kids all on my own and have had apx 27 days to heal from my c-section. I'm worried it's not enough time to heal after a c-section .. not enough to be able to lift 'little man' by that time frame. BUT oh well. I've begged everyone that I can... so I gotta make it work.

While I'm making some big plans after 'little one' is born - I still have some things to complete before he's born. I'm renting a dumpster in March to dejunk our home like I have talked about almost this whole pregnancy. I have bought shelfs, and reorganized certain rooms but it's not enough. I gotta clean out more. I really, REALLY, need to go through my clothes and donate some things - my closet and drawers are busting at the seams.  My brother will be here for a work thing for a couple of weeks, which will allow me to really get some of this done. I don't rely on people but having someone else in the house means I can get some stuff done without having to worry about 'little man' so much. By that I mean he's not here for fun, he's here for work, so I'm not renting a dumpster because he'll be here.

I had different plans for this deployment, pregnant or not, but that's not what I got. I'm OK with that - I just gotta move forward and make the best of the time I have left. The babies room is done, little man is in swim classes,  I have a handful of things left to purchase for the baby, the house is getting more and more organized, and I'm proud of what I've accomplished. A long distant friend called me a 'badass' the other day & I realized that 'that' was the first complement I have received in a long time. That little complement re-lightened a fire in me. So that was really cool & I'm thankful because I really needed the encouragement.

I'm also sure that I'm checking into a day spa a couple of weekends after the husband returns because I deserve some time off and pampering. but seriously I won't be able to stay away from my kids long enough to really enjoy that... haha. 



Wednesday, February 15, 2017

oh baby.

The nursery is complete! I did a transportation theme & I love it.






I bought the bed off of Amazon - which happened to be the exact same bed that Little Man has. We bought Little Man's on base and found it cheaper on Amazon.
I found this bed set & mobile on Wayfair.com through a link on pinterest. Once I found this link and the bedding - it all just came together after that.  
 




I found these decals through a etsy shop called: YendoPrint!  These decals were super inexpensive, fun to put together and fast to arrive. I bought extension packets to add more trees, roads and airplanes/helicopters. I also was able to get Little Man's name done with the extension packet (which was $10!) Which is a good thing considering we changed Little One's name. I just wish they had some boat options.






found these adorable custom curtains on Etsy from Fresh Canopy I love them. I love that they are black out curtains and I love that they pull the theme together. Considering Little Man also had custom Dr Suess curtains - this was a no brainer and were less then $100!

The dresser was also bought off of Amazon after finding the same one at a cheaper price. Plus the delivery was a huge bonus. I also was able to find a 'truck' Scentsy warmer for Little One's dresser. (Little Man has a Dr Suess Scentsy warmer).


I was able to find a glider, with foot rest, in a cherry finish and tan cloth on Facebook's 'marketplace' for $40! That was a steal! I was able to really clean it up with a "magic eraser".
I also found a tulla on zulily for $60 & the infant insert on amazon for $25! Little Man had so many clothes to pass down to his little brother that we really didn't have to purchase many things. Of course I went a little overboard with 'Big Brother/Little Brother' outfits.

With reusing blankets, burb cloths, clothing, infant car seat, toys and baby gear - we have saved a lot! So splurging on what we do need hasn't been a real big issue. I bought crib sheets - Dr Suess for Little Man and car sheets for Little One - at Target. I still need to purchase a double stroller - which I'm debating on two Graco strollers and will purchasing off of Amazon. One of the smartest things we did with Little Man was start purchasing diapers after our first ultrasound. Since they lasted us through the first 8 months of Little Man's life.. we repeated this for Little One. We have managed to purchase Pamper diapers from size 1-3 (4-6 boxes in each size). I have purchased two small 'bags' of Pamper newborn diapers and one size 4 box. We have also been able to find the box of handi wipes (6 in a box) which has come in very handy!  So aside from the stroller I will still need to purchase another motion detection monitor from Motorola. I also need to purchase a couple more bottles because I melted all the Avent bottle tops a while ago. So the only way to get the 'natural' bottle ring and nipples are to purchase new bottles. That part sucks because I saved all the bottles from Little Man. 

The baby prepping has been super easy. I have had so much more fun planning this nursery simply because we has so much left over. I can say that number 2 was been a breeze! I am anxiously awaiting this little one's arrival!! The closer we get the more excited we get!