Third Child

There are many differences from the first child to the third.  Veteran mothers will tell you that you have less and less time to fill out baby books and such but you don't understand the full breadth of that until it smacks you in the face like a spoonful of baby food.
Oliver turns one today.
My third child has received one post on my blog.  And a very short one at that.  I didn't even post his birth story on the blog.
Dear Oliver, I am sorry for the delay. I promise you are ever as important and loved as Noah and Henry.  Life is just so much more fun with you that we savor more moments off the computer.

The story of Oliver.
1 year ago, I was 39 weeks pregnant.  I like to get induced at 39 weeks ever since Noah was born at 39 weeks due to high  blood pressure (aka me eating waaaaay too many Taco Bell burritos)

So I looked like this:

Yeah... I might have had a few bean burritos in this pregnancy too.  Don't gag unless you've tried it.  And if you have eaten a burrito while pregnant, you will just nod your head and remember how delicious odd foods tasted.
















On May 5, 2014 I felt like this:

You won't see me prettier...

Anyways.  I was there getting all induced.  I had started contracting on my own.  My body pretty much said... Lady, this is like groundhog's day.  We are good to go.
Auntie Sarah was there.. to basically press the nurse's button because my hands are allergic to that button and bothering the nurse.

At about 10 or 11ish I decided epidural time.   I will be the first to advocate drugs in labor.  With Noah and Henry I truly enjoyed my lovely bliss of drugs.  But 3rd time around, that epidural was probably the most burned-in-my-mind-painful-odd experience ever.  I won't go into detail (partially because I will start to shudder.)

At lunchtime Dave and Sarah were getting hungry and probably bored.  I was still a couple centimeters away from pushing. So Dave went to get lunch. Inevitably, that was the time I started feeling really sick (which is the way I know I am ready to push)  Yep! Dave was out getting lunch and I am ready to have Oliver.  Sarah called Dave and he was still checking out when he finally answered.  By the time he got back everyone was ready to deliver.

1 push later:



Yep! Doctor Higgins! Yay! Don't worry, we edited the embarrassing bits.


Oliver Aaron Schutt
Born @1:42pm
6lbs 7oz
19.75" long

Auntie Sarah cut the umbilical cord. Or more like sawed at it.  That was one fat umbilical cord, I would like to thank Taco bell for your healthy cord.

Dave wanted to name him Abraham... ahem. Nice try (for the third time)

Allison! He is already winking at her.  What a wonderful doctor and friend. I wouldn't have a baby without her.

Auntie Sarah. Sigh.  She is the baby and pregnant lady whisperer.  I love that she went out of her way to come support me.

Worth every single pound.

My gentlemen.

The year has flown by.  I can't even blink in fear that my boys will be graduating.
I am going to try and keep this blog updated more. (Maybe)
Happy Birthday Oliver!

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It's been long enough to have another baby!

Hoo boy! I have not been here in awhile!!!! I am back and ready to update the blog.  For now, the most recent addition to our family :)

Thanks

It is hard not to be thankful when you look at this face.

Games

Growing up I have a lot of memories with board games. (Most memories include a certain older brother cheating. The same brother who sends me inyourface-type sound bites to my phone when I am losing at words with "friends". ) Anyways, I will save those issues for my therapist when I have my nervous break down
I love board games. They teach important life lessons while spending quality time, sometimes soooooo much time.
Noah loves board games.
Especially this new one that includes a squirrel collecting nuts. Very appropriate since I am nutso.

Game on, Noah. Just because you are little doesn't mean we give you a break. Momma's about to take you down.

Good Morning Spring

Awkward

That moment when you go in for a hug and your face goes straight into their neck. First awkward experience of 30.

30

I recently turned 30..... I loved my twenties. I met my husband, conned him into marrying me and shot two kids out of my body. Take that Barnum and Bailey, you have nothing on this circus. So what I am getting to is: thirty you better be awesome, you have had some competition.

I spent all day with this face... Aaaaaah, life is goood. (yeah the extra vowels are worth it)