Look Who's Walking!

Happy 11 months Jett Elijah!

Time is FLyiNg

Here's a sneak peak of our almost ten month old!!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 , NINE Months!

Happy 9 months big boy!!

Stats from the doc:

19 lbs 9 oz (45th%)

30.5 inches (above 95th%)

doc says he's the size of a 14 mth old.

We love you Jumbo Jett!

Sew I need some help...

Patrick got me a sewing machine for Mother's Day...and there are so many projects that I want to get started on, but there is a problem. I really don't know what I'm doing. I earned my sewing badge in Girl Scout's, and I took Apparel in high school, but apparently that's not enough. I need some help. If you happen to sew, or know of any good classes, websites, books that could help a beginner like me out, let me know! I'm ready to sew away!

Thurman Happenings

Wow...I've been busy. That's the story of my life though. I don't think life will ever be calm, quiet, still ever again. But for the most part I kind of enjoy it. Let's start with my new job. I started the first of June as a nanny to a 6 month old little girl named Evelyn. The great things about this job is I am able to bring Jett, and I am able to get homework/CARES stuff done while they sleep. (Yes, they do sleep at the same time which is AMAZING!) The bad things about this job is that it takes me an hour to get to their house, an hour at the LEAST to get home, it can get pretty boring, I work everyday...honestly, I would prefer to be doing something else. I'm grateful that I have it, but I'm not going to say that I'm not looking for something else. ; )

Apartment Life is going great. It really is a blessing that we are able to do this right now. I finally feel comfortable with how things are going, and for the most part, the residents appreciate and love some of the events we put on.

School...well, school is school. I'm ready to be done. I'm close, but just a day closer. I still have a good solid two years in front of me. I am finishing up my last 5 classes this summer at HCC online, one of which is Spanish. Not too sure what I was thinking when I chose that class as an elective. Only 9 more weeks of that...blah!

I've lost my train of thought...I was just interrupted by a fowl smell that led to Jett's bottom. It ended being probably one of the biggest blowouts he's ever had. Since Evelyn is sleeping in her room (with the changing table) I had to tackle this blowout on the living room floor. Yuck! I still smell like poop. However, I did realize that it is ALWAYS important to have these on hand. Even if I have only used them one other time in the last 9 months!

Hope this faces brightens your day!

8 months...Already!

Jett Elijah is 8 months old! Unfortunately it has been a tough week. He is welcoming his top two teeth which has been a killer for all of us! I can't imagine the pain he has to go through. He is still sleeping through the night, although he did wake up screaming around 5:30 this morning (probably his teeth) So for the first time EVER, he came to bed with Patrick and I...I loved it. Here's a pic from his nap today (the nap he felt wasn't necessary)

I love you so much Jett. Happy 8 months!

Labor Story

So I know it has been 8 months, but this is something I have been meaning to do. Mainly for me, so I can document this, remember details, and compare the next time around. So here goes...

Let's start with Tuesday night. The night where sleeping didn't happen. For the first time my contractions were actually painful. So between contractions and having to use the restroom every 30 minutes or so, sleep was not taking place.

Wednesday came. Patrick and I went to the doctor for my 39 week appointment. I was about 70 percent effaced, and 1 1/2 cm. The doc said I would probably last through the weekend, and the baby would come during the week sometime. (Not what I wanted to hear.) My contractions were still strong but not frequent. I just kept monitoring them just in case they decided to escalate.

Patrick went off to work, and I laid around the house trying to get some rest. Wednesday night, I made my way up to church for Overdrive. My contractions were definitely starting to strengthen, and as we went to Wendy's afterwards, I was becoming more and more convinced that I was starting to go in to labor. Patrick and I went home about 9:00. I took a shower. After my shower, I laid on the couch with a notepad, pen, and my phone. I started timing my contractions and they were every 2 - 7 minutes. After doing this for an hour, I called the doctor, and she said to come on in.

We got to the hospital around 11:00 PM. The nurse checked me and said I was still about 1 1/2 cm, and 90% effaced. We then began the 2 hour walk in circles to determine if I was actually in labor. After about an hour, I told the nurse that I would really like to stop because the pain was starting to increase. She checked me again, and said I was progressing so they admitted me.

We made it to our room around 12:15 AM. I wanted to hold off on the epidural as long as I could. They started me on a drip of pain medicine which mainly minimized the pain. Patrick and I tried getting sleep, but between nurses coming in and out, and my contractions, I enjoyed night two of no sleeping. (Who knew that would last 8 months) At 5:45 AM, I finally got my epidural which was AMAZING! From this point on, it was a breeze...well almost.

Patrick's parents came around 6:00 AM, and my parents and sister arrived around 8:30 AM. In the midst of all the visiting, the nurses would come in and out monitoring, and everything was moving right along. I was given pitocin around 11:00 AM, and I was progressed to a 5. Around 12:00, I fell asleep for 10 minutes, and the nurse came in to check me, and I was a 10 and fully effaced. TIME TO PUSH!

This is where the breeze turned into a storm. At first, I was thinking this isn't so bad. This will be a piece of cake. But after 3 pushes, 4 pushes, 5 pushes, I eventually lost count, it wasn't so breezy anymore. After an hour and half of pushing, our almost 10 pound bundle of joy popped out.

It was such an incredible experience that I really do want to hold on to for the rest of my life. I can't believe it has been 8 months!