Friday, March 27, 2009
Oops! He did it again!
Gotta love it. Projectile poop. It’s like being shot at with a water gun. Except instead of water it is yellow poop. It’s like he thinks to himself, “Wait for it... WAIT FOR IT...” and as soon as I take off that diaper POW!!!!!!!! It comes at me, and it comes at me FAST. And freakishly far. This kid has some power. He has yet to pee on me, surprisingly, yet this is the second poo attack. Both times have come in the middle of the night, too. I tell you what, it wakes me up quick.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
At home with 3!
So a lot of people ask me how Jenna and Carter are handling a new baby. Last week I was happy to report they were doing just great.
Then this week happened.
They’re really not being terrible.
They’ve just been fighting like cats and dogs. Over everything imaginable. And I’m usually feeding Logan so all I can do is sit and watch the sparks fly while shouting, “Go to your room!” “You say you’re sorry!” “You guys need to share!” Take your pick.
Carter’s been getting up at night. Oh, and he’s been screaming so hard when he goes down for bed that he works up a sweat and is soaked through. Yesterday was fine so I hope that's ended.
Jenna pooped her pants yesterday. She hasn’t done that once since I started potty-training her. Luckily Nate dealt with that.
Which brings me to missing my "manny" (for my mom that is a male nanny.) Nate took all last week off and it was the best! And now I miss him! He was amazing. I don’t brag about him on here a lot but I can’t help it this time. He did dishes, laundry, put kids down for naps and bed, changed diapers, vacuumed, made me breakfast, got me flowers, went grocery shopping and bought me my favorite treats, scratched my back in the middle of the night while I pumped/tried in vain to nurse, he constantly told me I could do it and it’d get better, took fussy Logan from me so I could sleep, told me I looked cute when I felt like the bride of Frankenstein, entertained the kids, fetched me whatever I needed... He’s really the bestest, sweetest husband and I love him with all my heart. Okay I’m done being sappy now.
So. Back to Jenna and Carter. The whining and fighting is out of control sometimes but they're really good kids for the most part (they must be, I keep having them!) And when it comes to Logan they’re extremely sweet, they can’t wait to see him in the morning and constantly tell me how cute he is. Carter loves to point out all his facial features (sometimes nearly poking the little guy’s eyes out.) Jenna loves to get real close to his face and exclaims, “Mom he’s lookin’ at me! He likes me!” Last week she told him he was THREE years old just like her and he could blow out candles too! She’s such a little mom that when I can’t get Carter what he needs, he turns to Jenna. In fact, she even wears my clothes.
Over her blue dress, she is wearing my half marathon medal, and 4 of my shirts. Which is fine cause I can't fit into them.
Here she is in the bathroom, "doing dishes just like you, mommy!" Too cute. Until she left the water on and flooded the bathroom. (maybe that's why she's wearing her swimsuit.)
She loves giving him the binky, she says she's "feeding" him.
She IS my little mama!
And here's Logan after his first bath, which he loved.
Yeah we're doing pretty good here, especially with that little face to look at.
Then this week happened.
They’re really not being terrible.
They’ve just been fighting like cats and dogs. Over everything imaginable. And I’m usually feeding Logan so all I can do is sit and watch the sparks fly while shouting, “Go to your room!” “You say you’re sorry!” “You guys need to share!” Take your pick.
Carter’s been getting up at night. Oh, and he’s been screaming so hard when he goes down for bed that he works up a sweat and is soaked through. Yesterday was fine so I hope that's ended.
Jenna pooped her pants yesterday. She hasn’t done that once since I started potty-training her. Luckily Nate dealt with that.
Which brings me to missing my "manny" (for my mom that is a male nanny.) Nate took all last week off and it was the best! And now I miss him! He was amazing. I don’t brag about him on here a lot but I can’t help it this time. He did dishes, laundry, put kids down for naps and bed, changed diapers, vacuumed, made me breakfast, got me flowers, went grocery shopping and bought me my favorite treats, scratched my back in the middle of the night while I pumped/tried in vain to nurse, he constantly told me I could do it and it’d get better, took fussy Logan from me so I could sleep, told me I looked cute when I felt like the bride of Frankenstein, entertained the kids, fetched me whatever I needed... He’s really the bestest, sweetest husband and I love him with all my heart. Okay I’m done being sappy now.
So. Back to Jenna and Carter. The whining and fighting is out of control sometimes but they're really good kids for the most part (they must be, I keep having them!) And when it comes to Logan they’re extremely sweet, they can’t wait to see him in the morning and constantly tell me how cute he is. Carter loves to point out all his facial features (sometimes nearly poking the little guy’s eyes out.) Jenna loves to get real close to his face and exclaims, “Mom he’s lookin’ at me! He likes me!” Last week she told him he was THREE years old just like her and he could blow out candles too! She’s such a little mom that when I can’t get Carter what he needs, he turns to Jenna. In fact, she even wears my clothes.
Over her blue dress, she is wearing my half marathon medal, and 4 of my shirts. Which is fine cause I can't fit into them.
Here she is in the bathroom, "doing dishes just like you, mommy!" Too cute. Until she left the water on and flooded the bathroom. (maybe that's why she's wearing her swimsuit.)
She loves giving him the binky, she says she's "feeding" him.
She IS my little mama!
And here's Logan after his first bath, which he loved.
Yeah we're doing pretty good here, especially with that little face to look at.
Monday, March 23, 2009
My Buddy and Me
I’d like you to meet my buddy.
If you're unsure what this is, be grateful you have been so sheltered.
He’s been my bestest buddy for the last week. Truly, a dear friend. A very close friend. But now I think it's time to break some news to him.
Dear Buddy, old pal.
You’ve been really, really, super. You really came through for me and my uncooperative newborn child. I was frustrated and depressed. My babe was starving and though I tried and tried to help him, it was to no avail. I needed help. And then, out of the darkness YOU emerged in all your SHINING GLORY!! My baby was thriving! Along with my milk supply!!
You are my hero.
However. We both know it couldn't last forever. At least I hoped it wouldn't. Ouch, sorry I know that one hurt.
Yes, let me be up front with you. Little Logan has finally learned (FINALLY!) a little trick called LATCHING ON. Although he’s not quite back up to his birth weight, he is doing MUCH better. SO much better, in fact, that I have been seeing less of you. I know you’ve noticed.
I guess what I’m trying to say is... it's OVER. We're just not who we used to BE! I don't need you anymore! Now, now, don’t give me that look. This hurts me more than it hurts you (not really.) IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME. While I’ve enjoyed our round-the-clock time together (pumping is SUCH a RIOT), I feel it’s best we move on. I will probably see you from time to time, it's true. But, hopefully, for the most part, I shall be nourishing my wee child ALONE. (Hallelujah.)
But thanks for all you’ve done in the meantime.
Yours truly,
Erika (and Logan thanks you too.)
If you're unsure what this is, be grateful you have been so sheltered.
He’s been my bestest buddy for the last week. Truly, a dear friend. A very close friend. But now I think it's time to break some news to him.
Dear Buddy, old pal.
You’ve been really, really, super. You really came through for me and my uncooperative newborn child. I was frustrated and depressed. My babe was starving and though I tried and tried to help him, it was to no avail. I needed help. And then, out of the darkness YOU emerged in all your SHINING GLORY!! My baby was thriving! Along with my milk supply!!
You are my hero.
However. We both know it couldn't last forever. At least I hoped it wouldn't. Ouch, sorry I know that one hurt.
Yes, let me be up front with you. Little Logan has finally learned (FINALLY!) a little trick called LATCHING ON. Although he’s not quite back up to his birth weight, he is doing MUCH better. SO much better, in fact, that I have been seeing less of you. I know you’ve noticed.
I guess what I’m trying to say is... it's OVER. We're just not who we used to BE! I don't need you anymore! Now, now, don’t give me that look. This hurts me more than it hurts you (not really.) IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S ME. While I’ve enjoyed our round-the-clock time together (pumping is SUCH a RIOT), I feel it’s best we move on. I will probably see you from time to time, it's true. But, hopefully, for the most part, I shall be nourishing my wee child ALONE. (Hallelujah.)
But thanks for all you’ve done in the meantime.
Yours truly,
Erika (and Logan thanks you too.)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
This is how it happened
Okay. Logan’s asleep, Nate’s off watching March Madness (shoot I should check to see if BYU won or not) and he took the other kids, BLESS HIM, so I’m going to take a moment to myself and blog. Which is really REALLY dumb cause I know I should be sleeping since I got so little last night (it was pretty bad. Lots of crying. Oh, and Logan cried, too.) but whatever.
So I know everyone is just on the edge of their seats, waiting to find out what happened after the whole “stripping the membranes” thing. And if not I'm writing about it anyway so too bad! So, you're thinking it must have worked, right, cause Logan was born the next day! Uh, yeah. It didn’t work like it did with Jenna and Carter. I was SO SO depressed. Nate kept laughing at me because I kept complaining that I WASN’T IN PAIN. I waited and waited for contractions to come. So the next morning when I still felt fine, I was so mad. I know the doctor told me I could still go have my water broken. But I was SO MAD. I'm NOT an aggressive person, I don't initiate things I wait till they happen to me. I was very conflicted. I didn’t want to go start labor, I wanted it to happen to ME like it had before. Finally I just called the hospital and told them my doctor had said I could go in and have my water broken. They’re like, “Uh... yeah, your doctor has to do it, we just don’t... do it. Unless you said you were in labor or something.” DARN! But THEN she said, “Oh but do you know what, your doctor is actually here right now doing a C-section, I’ll have him call you.” So he called a second later and I said, “Nothing’s happening. It didn’t work!!” And he said, “Well, do you want me to break your water? What do you think?” And that's all it took, it was just too tempting.
So we went to the hospital and I felt just SO weird on the way there. Just cause with Jenna and Carter, the hospital drive was so different, what with me having horrible contractions and feeling like I was dying... this was like, tra-la-la, let’s go to the hospital. I felt like a CHEATER!! Is that so weird I wanted to be in pain? I guess. Anyway so we get there and wait for the doctor and as I’m laying there for an hour, contractions start coming consistently and were starting to REALLY HURT. I was like, okay maybe it DID work and I just wasn't patient enough. This way was just faster! And so I became at peace with my decision to go to the hospital.
So my water was broken at 12:25, the contractions got 50 times more painful, I got the epidural, hallelujah, and an hour later I was still dilated to a 4, so they gave me the tiniest bit of Pitocin and checked me an hour later and was at a 10, YES!!!! They got me all ready and after 2 pushes his head was out, yeah it was like the easiest thing EVER!!! I felt so WEIRD cause I felt so GREAT! Let me put it in perspective... we got to the hospital at 11:20ish a.m., and had Logan at 2:59, so not even 4 hours, right? Okay, with Jenna, I PUSHED, JUST PUSHED, for over 4 hours. I’m talking PURE PUSHING. Like, sure I was in labor ALL DAY but then I BEGAN pushing at 10 p.m. with her, and PUSHED AND PUSHED until she was born, 2:16 a.m. In that amount of time I'd labored and had Logan. Isn’t that CRAZY!!!! I felt and looked like DEATH after Jenna was born it was the hardest thing I’d ever done. Carter, I pushed for 10 minutes. And here comes Logan, pop, I’m out! Weird, weird.
Man it was so awesome. There’s nothing like hearing that first cry. Nate says it’s made HIM cry every time. It’s that moment when I realize YES I HAVE been carrying a little human inside of me all that time! It’s REAL! He’s REAL! Then they plop him on my lap all gooey and slippery and purple and beautiful and I think, HE WAS JUST IN MY STOMACH!!!! HOW the heck does it work!!!! It’s amazing. I love my little Logan and am so so so grateful to have him. He’s so tiny and sweet. And even though I feel like I’m about to split apart every time I sit down and I hobble around like a little old lady and I am SOOOOOO LACKING SLEEP and even though nursing is going HORRIBLY! ! ! ! ! (more on that later I know you’re dying to hear me vent on THAT subject, so be warned. let's just say it does not get easier with each child) life is good. I love my sweet babies.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Yep, baby is here!
He came! He came!!
LOGAN MICHAEL GOMM
Born March 14, 2009
2:59 p.m.
8 lb 1 oz
19.5 inches
I will write more later... I will say I can't stop staring at him and kissing his precious little face. We love him!!!!
And one of the best pictures ever... in Jenna's defense she's not upset at anything to do with the baby, it just looks like it!
LOGAN MICHAEL GOMM
Born March 14, 2009
2:59 p.m.
8 lb 1 oz
19.5 inches
I will write more later... I will say I can't stop staring at him and kissing his precious little face. We love him!!!!
And one of the best pictures ever... in Jenna's defense she's not upset at anything to do with the baby, it just looks like it!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Tick...tick...tick...
Yeah I'm like a bomb, ready to go off. I’m going CRAZY! So with Jenna and Carter, my doctor stripped my membranes (isn't that the worst phrase ever, it makes me cringe) and I was in the hospital in labor the next day. Well the doctor stripped my membranes today so I’m getting so antsy waiting for real contractions!!!! I’m obviously fine since I’m BLOGGING, dangit. And I keep psyching myself out, thinking it’s not gonna work this time. I know it doesn’t work for a lot of people, it’s just happened to work TWICE for me, so you can imagine how anxious I am. I’ve felt cramping and yes have had contractions, just not very regular ones and not extremely painful ones. I’m just WAITING!! And I keep wishing my water will break. My doctor says I’m dilated to a 4, pushing 5 (all the info you want to know, right) and told me I could go to the hospital to have my water broken today if I wanted since I’m pretty much in early labor. WHY DID I NOT TAKE HIM UP ON IT! I was like, oh let’s wait and see what happens since the membrane stripping has worked before... yeah. I’ve cleaned the house and packed my bag. True, with Jenna and Carter the real contractions began early the next morning, so I know I still have yet to see if my body is JUST THAT predictable, BUT I want it to happen now so bad!! Anyway. I’m just venting. The doctor did say if nothing happens I can still go in tomorrow morning and have my water broken. But what am I supposed to do just stroll in there all calm and be like “I’m here to have my water broken” yeah I don’t know. Anyway. This is a new doctor and a new hospital from my last two so we’ll see how things go! I’m ready to be DONE! I’m ready to POP!
(I couldn't resist one last 'this is how huge i am' photo)
These are pictures I took yesterday with my dumb camera that struggles to focus... but look, they love each other, they really love each other!
What'll they make of a new sibling?
(I couldn't resist one last 'this is how huge i am' photo)
These are pictures I took yesterday with my dumb camera that struggles to focus... but look, they love each other, they really love each other!
What'll they make of a new sibling?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Three years old!
My baby girl is "FREE!" (yeah we're working on that.) Yesterday was her birthday. Here are a few things I love about my Jenna-babe at this age.
Her little prayers at meal-time and bed-time are the best, I love hearing her pray, especially when she throws in random things about her toys.
I LOVE hearing her little voice sing. A couple weeks ago we went to a baptism and the opening song was “I Am a Child of God” and she belted every single word in her sweet, in-tune voice. It was adorable.
She loves books and loves me reading to her, and lately has to go to sleep with a pile of books on her bed that I know she looks at when she’s supposed to be asleep.
I love watching her play “pretend,” especially when she takes care of her little Cabbage Patch doll, she feeds her and reads her stories, and puts her to bed--tucks her in and kisses her good-night. AH it’s so cute. Also when she pretends to make me dinner and eats it with me. And she also pretends to give me flowers, and she has me smell how good they are.
She’s still such a dancing queen. She loves dresses and dancing around the house. Even if they’re not her dresses and we’re at someone else’s house... she’s been known to raid other people’s closets on occasion!!
Okay so I don’t love this all the time, but she is SO independent, she has to do everything herself... which is cute and yet, very frustrating when we’re in a hurry!
She loves to help me with stuff, which is good, with the baby coming (SOON!!! My due date's in 11 days so I'm like dying here!!!)
She still comes and crawls on my lap and tells me she loves me out of the blue, I mean I really can’t ask for more than that!
And now she is three and getting just so smart. My, how she's grown!
It's funny how you think those scrunched-up faces are the most beautiful thing you've ever seen!
Those eyes...
6 months old.
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1 year!
2 years!
And now 3!
She got to blow out candles twice, once on Monday with my family and then yesterday with Nate's family. Lucky girl!
My mom got her a little trampoline! She loves it!
My happy birthday girl got a couple of Wal-mart special dresses from mom and dad...
Yay for birthday pie!
She was blowing so hard snot came out of her nose. It was pretty funny/disgusting...
She got some great stuff.
And I've GOT to do a photo-shoot of her in Grandma Pam's gift... a BYU cheerleader outfit!! Yeah Nate was thrilled and wants me to dress her up in it for March Madness coming up.
But perhaps the greatest gift of all was FINDING HER BLANKIE!!!!!!!! It's been lost for a WEEK!! She's actually done really well without it, like zero drama at all, so I was like WOW she IS growing up!! But I am glad she found it, I mean, it's part of the family.
I got her some new pajamas, hoping it would get her to actually wear PJ's at night. (She sleeps in a different dress every night.) She seems pretty excited about them.
And then last night at 10pm when she was supposed to be asleep I heard noises in her room so I went to check it out. Turns out the trampoline is NOT just for jumping...
Happy birthday Jenna I love you to pieces!!
Her little prayers at meal-time and bed-time are the best, I love hearing her pray, especially when she throws in random things about her toys.
I LOVE hearing her little voice sing. A couple weeks ago we went to a baptism and the opening song was “I Am a Child of God” and she belted every single word in her sweet, in-tune voice. It was adorable.
She loves books and loves me reading to her, and lately has to go to sleep with a pile of books on her bed that I know she looks at when she’s supposed to be asleep.
I love watching her play “pretend,” especially when she takes care of her little Cabbage Patch doll, she feeds her and reads her stories, and puts her to bed--tucks her in and kisses her good-night. AH it’s so cute. Also when she pretends to make me dinner and eats it with me. And she also pretends to give me flowers, and she has me smell how good they are.
She’s still such a dancing queen. She loves dresses and dancing around the house. Even if they’re not her dresses and we’re at someone else’s house... she’s been known to raid other people’s closets on occasion!!
Okay so I don’t love this all the time, but she is SO independent, she has to do everything herself... which is cute and yet, very frustrating when we’re in a hurry!
She loves to help me with stuff, which is good, with the baby coming (SOON!!! My due date's in 11 days so I'm like dying here!!!)
She still comes and crawls on my lap and tells me she loves me out of the blue, I mean I really can’t ask for more than that!
And now she is three and getting just so smart. My, how she's grown!
It's funny how you think those scrunched-up faces are the most beautiful thing you've ever seen!
Those eyes...
6 months old.
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1 year!
2 years!
And now 3!
She got to blow out candles twice, once on Monday with my family and then yesterday with Nate's family. Lucky girl!
My mom got her a little trampoline! She loves it!
My happy birthday girl got a couple of Wal-mart special dresses from mom and dad...
Yay for birthday pie!
She was blowing so hard snot came out of her nose. It was pretty funny/disgusting...
She got some great stuff.
And I've GOT to do a photo-shoot of her in Grandma Pam's gift... a BYU cheerleader outfit!! Yeah Nate was thrilled and wants me to dress her up in it for March Madness coming up.
But perhaps the greatest gift of all was FINDING HER BLANKIE!!!!!!!! It's been lost for a WEEK!! She's actually done really well without it, like zero drama at all, so I was like WOW she IS growing up!! But I am glad she found it, I mean, it's part of the family.
I got her some new pajamas, hoping it would get her to actually wear PJ's at night. (She sleeps in a different dress every night.) She seems pretty excited about them.
And then last night at 10pm when she was supposed to be asleep I heard noises in her room so I went to check it out. Turns out the trampoline is NOT just for jumping...
Happy birthday Jenna I love you to pieces!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
A high-flyin' 50th... har har
So yesterday was my dear old dad's FIFTIETH birthday!!!! And what better way to celebrate 50 years of life than to risk it all?! Yeah my mom surprised my dad with SKY-DIVING something my dad's always wanted to do. So along with Nate and my brothers Neil and Kenny, my dad jumped out of a plane. Sweet.
Signing the paperwork which states what they are doing is inherently dangerous and that they could die.
Receiving some brief training.
Bye, dad.
Bye, dad.
Bye, honey. I was a little nervous for him.
Getting ready to go.
The birthday boy! Sorry it's blurry, dumb camera...
Last chance to change your mind!
Waiting for the safe landing of four of our loved ones...
WAHOO THEY DID IT!!!!!! (I video-ed the landings, no photos, darn it.)
Nate said it was a blast! He said it wasn't as scary as he thought it'd be, mostly cause he kept trying to remember all the instructions, and also because it was FREEZING as he was free-falling. So I actually think I really want to do it sometime!! It looked so fun. So, mom, I say all the girls do it for YOUR 50th in a few years!!!
Happy birthday dad, I LOVE YOU, you're amazing and the best dad ever.
Signing the paperwork which states what they are doing is inherently dangerous and that they could die.
Receiving some brief training.
Bye, dad.
Bye, dad.
Bye, honey. I was a little nervous for him.
Getting ready to go.
The birthday boy! Sorry it's blurry, dumb camera...
Last chance to change your mind!
Waiting for the safe landing of four of our loved ones...
WAHOO THEY DID IT!!!!!! (I video-ed the landings, no photos, darn it.)
Nate said it was a blast! He said it wasn't as scary as he thought it'd be, mostly cause he kept trying to remember all the instructions, and also because it was FREEZING as he was free-falling. So I actually think I really want to do it sometime!! It looked so fun. So, mom, I say all the girls do it for YOUR 50th in a few years!!!
Happy birthday dad, I LOVE YOU, you're amazing and the best dad ever.
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