An Itty Bitty Photo Shoot

Sean and I have officially given Oliver the royal nickname

Sir Itty Bitty, King of the Poopers

Regal, isn't it?

Of course for short we just call him Itty Bitty, which I think suits him quite well.

Last night our Itty Bitty was wide awake and in a good mood, so I busted out the camera and took some cute shots of him.




I attempted to take some pictures of Big Brother as well, but he didn't want the camera in his face and kept sticking his fork up in front of the lens.

Brothers

I love these two little munchkins so much.

One Week Old

Oliver is one week old today, and it's amazing to me how much can change in just seven days. One week ago today I was recovering from surgery and could barely hobble to the bathroom from my hospital bed. Today I'm up doing laundry, vacuuming, and was actually willing and able to wear makeup. I'm slowly starting to feel human again!

As for little Ollie, he's doing great. We took him in for his weight check and he was already almost back up to birth weight, which doesn't surprise me considering how well he eats. He's been such a champ at nursing and it still shocks me how easy it was this time around.


Nights are pretty rough sometimes. Some nights he'll sleep for two or three hours at a time, other nights he'll only sleep for 45 minutes and then want to eat again. Luckily Sean has been home all week to help me and keep me from having a breakdown when I'm exhausted and trying to stay awake to feed the baby.

Taylor loves his baby brother and thinks he's really cute, but gets frustrated when our attention is focused on Oliver. Sometimes Tay is super sweet and cooperative and helps whenever we ask, and other times he's an absolute monster and spends most of the day on time-out. I'm sure this is a difficult transition for him and we're trying to spend as much time as possible with him so he doesn't feel like he's been replaced.

I am so grateful for my family. I've been thinking lately about all Sean and I have been through and how much we've grown together, and I feel so lucky to be growing a family with him. Our boys are so amazing and so beautiful and I'm so thankful for every moment I have with them. Life is good.

The Best Gift

The best gift that I ever got
Didn't really weigh a lot
It didn't have a ribbon 'round
And it sometimes made a terrible sound
The best of all it seems to me
It wasn't 'neath the Christmas tree
And yet, I guess I'd have to say
That it made all the other presents twice as gay
The best gift that I've ever known
I'd always wanted most to own
Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice
I never thought it could be so nice
The best gift that I'd ever get
Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet
Was usually pink but oftentimes red
As it lay so innocently in its bed
The best gift of the year to me
The one I hold most dear to me
A gift that simply drove me wild
Was a tiny new born child...

Home, Sweet Home

Yesterday morning the doctors gave Ollie and I the go-ahead to leave the hospital. I was so excited to leave earlier than expected; it's nice being taken care of and having all your meals brought to you, but after a while being in a tiny hospital room and constantly being bothered by nurses drove me nuts.

As soon as my doctor gave me the green light, my staples were removed (the last unpleasant task of my stay), I signed the stack of discharge paperwork, and we got Oliver dressed in a soft and warm little gray jumpsuit. He looked like a floppy baby elephant and I couldn't stop peeking at him in the car seat while we got packed up to go. We had to put his socks on his hands because the second his little paws were free he was scratching at his face like crazy.


We drove up to our apartment just as my mom and Taylor were getting there as well, and Tay jumped up and down in excitement when he saw our car pull up. I started bawling because I missed my big boy so much and was so happy to finally be home. Once we got settled and I took a much needed shower I sunk into our comfy recliner and I've pretty much been living there since. I want so much to get up and be more productive, but I have to keep reminding myself that I'm recovering from a pretty big surgery and I need to allow myself to heal. The pain meds I'm on make me a zombie sometimes, and one second I'll be awake and alert, and the next I'm snoring.

Oliver has adjusted really well to being home. He sleeps right through Taylor's screams and laughs and roars, which I'm really grateful for because I don't want to spend all my time constantly asking Tay to be quiet.

Taylor really loves his baby brother, but sometimes has a hard time being patient if Sean and I are attending to Oliver. Last night he got really frustrated and said, "Mommy, my baby brother stinks. Can we hide him somewhere?" I'm sure the adjustment period will have it's ups and downs, but for the most part I think both boys are tolerating the other pretty well.

Ollie has continued to be an amazing eater and I've hardly had any problems with nursing. We'll have to take him into the pediatrician tomorrow for a weight check because he lost 11 ounces while we were in the hospital. Once my milk came in his weight started going up, but the doctor wants to make sure he's still gaining.


I am absolutely in love with my little boy. He is such a perfect little angel and I feel so lucky to be his mommy. I have so much to be grateful for. I have two sweet, healthy boys and the best husband in the world. I couldn't ask for anything more.

Oliver John Nichols

Our little Ollie arrived Friday, December 3rd, at 7:52 a.m. via scheduled c-section! He was 7 pounds, 15 ounces and 20 inches long.

It was so strange just strolling in to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning to have a baby, calmly checking in and being shown to our room. A handful of nurses came in and did all their pre-surgery procedures, asking a million questions and having me sign a stack of forms. Then came all the unpleasant necessities - the IV, epidural, and being prepped for surgery. Out of the three of those the IV was the worst; at one point I was in so much pain I almost passed out. Three times the anesthesiologist had to give me medication to raise my blood pressure so I wouldn't faint.

I got more and more nervous as the morning progressed, and by the time they wheeled me into the operating room all I could think about was how much I didn't want to go through with the surgery. My doctor was really nice and calmed me down a bit, as was the anesthesiologist who helped Sean when he nearly passed out while watching the procedure. Picture my 6'4" tall husband in a white jumpsuit sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the O.R. to keep himself from losing consciousness. I could not stop laughing. To his credit, Sean was going on almost no sleep and hardly had anything to eat that morning; he can usually watch things like that without it turning his stomach.

As I knew it would, all my fears and trepidations about the surgery flew out the window when I heard Oliver's first cry. The doctor held my little purple baby over the drape so I could get my first peek at him and I was instantly smitten. As soon as they had him cleaned Sean brought him to me. My first thought was, "I can't believe how tiny he is!" My second thought was, "He looks just like Taylor!" So many of his features resemble that of his big brother when he was first born.

I kissed Oliver on the head and then Sean went with him to the nursery while they finished with my surgery. I was then taken to my recovery room where I was able to rest for one long hour before I would be admitted to the Mother/Baby wing and get to hold my little one for the first time.

One thing I was so happy we did differently this time around was ask that no one be waiting at the hospital when Oliver was born. That way we had some time alone with him and could get settled and ready before anyone showed up. It was also a means for me to try to establish breastfeeding in a more calm environment. I've been amazed at how well Oliver has done with nursing; he took to it right away and we've hardly had any problems at all. In fact the only problem I've had is that at times he wants to nurse constantly. I'm so happy that things have gone so smoothly with him.

Recovery has been faster than I was expecting, but it's still been a process. The first night after Oliver was born I was on a Morphine drip which yielded some pretty hilarious results. Apparently when I'm on Morphine I drift in and out of consciousness and talk in my sleep. At one point I proclaimed very loudly and sternly, "Nobody cares about Norway!" I also rambled about being in the same time zone as someone else, and said something about not being able to kneel a certain way. At one point I woke up yelling, "Ow!" Sean asked what was wrong, afraid my incision was bothering me, to which I replied that I'd just been hit in the chin with a baseball. I was the comic relief of the evening, to say the least.

Being in the hospital for several days has been rough at times. I miss the comforts of home, being able to rest without constantly being interrupted with doctors and nurses, and above all I miss my Tay Bug. He comes up at least twice a day to visit, and he's always excited to see us and sad to leave. I'm not quite sure what he thinks of his baby brother yet; we'll have to see how he reacts when we bring Oliver home with us.

My sister came up on Friday and took the first photo of us as a family of four. I'll skip all the snarky things I could say about a certain woman in this photo who looks like she got hit by a train.

One of the things I absolutely love is when Oliver is wide awake and alert for a while. He's got such big beautiful eyes and the sweetest little face. I'm so in love with him!

We should be headed home either Monday evening or, more likely, Tuesday morning. I can't wait to get home and settled and spend some quality time with all three of my boys. I've still got quite a bit of recovering to do and I know I'll feel better just being in my own environment.

Thanks to everyone for the congratulatory emails, phone calls, texts, and visits. We love you all!

Ready or not...

Tomorrow morning I will officially be a mommy of two, and the date of December 3rd will forever have a much bigger significance to me than it ever has.

It's so strange knowing in advance the exact day your child will be born. It's nice in some ways and more stressful in others. I know I'll hardly get any sleep tonight; in fact I haven't slept well for the past week. It's nice being able to be totally prepared though. We've got a sitter set up for Taylor, our bags packed, infant car seat installed. We're as ready as we possibly can be, although as most parents know, there's nothing that can really prepare you for a baby.

I'm so excited to meet my little man. I want to know what he looks like, what he sounds like. I want to know if he looks like his big brother. I want to hold him and get to know him (though I feel like I've bonded with him for months now). I'm excited to introduce my boys to each other and to see how Taylor reacts to his baby brother. I can't wait to see my husband hold an infant again. There's something about seeing your husband hold your baby in his big strong arms that makes you fall in love with him all over again.

Motherhood is such a strange thing. It's the hardest, most stressful job on the face of the planet, and at times I wonder why on earth anyone would choose parenthood. But then there are so many moments when you realize that you'd never be this happy doing anything else. I love being Taylor's mommy, and I know I'll love being Oliver's mommy too.

For those of you wanting updates while we're in the hospital this weekend, I will have a laptop and we'll be updating this blog with pictures and info about our new little man. Thanks to all of you who have supported me through this pregnancy. I love you all. Wish us luck!