Just not his week....

This is really not Zach's week. I wanted to post some more details about his initial fall, just so we have them in the future....

Tuesday night, after a nice bath Zach was quietly playing in his room before bed and he was coming out to the living room with his toy school bus. I think he tripped over his own feet and right when I turned and looked he was on the floor at the door of his room, crying. From what I could tell he smacked his face on the bus and bit his tongue.
I went and scooped him up to cuddle him when I saw the blood gushing in his mouth. I think he actually went into shock somewhat and I know he swallowed a ton of blood. Chris grabs a cold wet washcloth. There was so much blood and once I cleared some of it out to see what was bleeding, I saw it. We panicked and rushed him to French ER. On the way over the hill I knew there wasn't much they could do for a tongue, but thought we should go anyway.

We got there and I asked the lady "before I waste our money and your time, are you going to do anything" ... she said no, not really. Just watch for infection and gave us a couple other tips (pain meds). The bleeding had finally stopped on the way home and then he started messing with it and the bleeding started back up. He couldn't really eat a whole lot at first, but I think he enjoyed living on Popsicles. The following night for dinner he had a Popsicle and some soggy rice krispies. I tried to make him a few other soft things, he wanted nothing to do with it. I can tell it hurts him, but as long as he stays busy it doesn't seem to bother him too much.

Fast forward to last night (Thursday). We had a long day and Zach only napped about 10-15 minutes. Anyone that knows toddlers, know that no nap = clumsy and tired kid. Zach had his Mega Blocks Wagon in the kitchen and attempted to sit in it and it tipped over and he took a face plant into the floor. The blood started again. Luckily it wasn't coming from his tongue this time, but he split open his top lip. This time he actually would suck on a washcloth full of crushed ice, so the swelling went down relatively quick. He actually ate some dinner after all that, which was probably more than he ate the last few days.

I just want to put him in a padded room for a few days so he can heal.

OUCH!!!!!

Zach took a little tumble last night and this was the result (WARNING: Not for those with weak stomachs)

We took the kids for pictures the other day. Zach refused to take any, but we got some good ones of our little princess.

words!

I am so proud of my boy, I just have to share the news. Zach is talking SO well. Everyone has noticed that his speech has been wonderful lately. Yesterday at school he said a sentence. A real, 5 word sentence. During snack, he asked one of the aides "May I have water please". I am so beyond proud of him. Not only did he speak a sentence to express his needs and wants, he has manners!!!

Playdate

Zach and his Best Friend Max

Let's take it back...

So looking back on my posts today, I realized I was terrible about putting up any pictures of the kids in Hannah's first month, so I wanted to put a few up so you can see how much she has really grown!

The day we brought her home from the hospital:


3 days old:


4 days old:


Hannah with GG... 2 1/2 weeks old


almost 1 month old:


1 month birthday!!




5 weeks old:

time is flying by!

Just wanted to post some new pictures. Hannah is 2 months old today! I haven't done her photo shoot yet today, but I have some new pictures that I like and want to share! Enjoy!!

Zach is such a proud big brother!!


Hannah wearing big brothers old clothes


Zach stomping.. but being too lazy to stand up and do it :)


Hannah wearing mommy's christening gown


Just hanging out


Not enjoying tummy time

Halloween!!

I have been terrible about updating this blog.. but wanted to get some pumpkin patch and Halloween pictures up before Thanksgiving is here.

We found a really neat local family pumpkin patch pretty close to us and since Zach is learning about farm animals and barns (and we were able to catch both at this place) he was so excited!

This year we carved 4 pumpkins (one for each of us) and when we went to San Jose for the weekend it rained. We came home to moldy bug infested pumpkins that had turned to mush, so on Halloween night, we had none.

Zach was Donald Duck this year (again). Last year he hated the costume and wanted nothing to do with it. This year, he loves Mickey and friends and loved the costume and wearing it. My mom and I took the kids to Paso. They do a nice Halloween deal around the downtown and all the businesses hand out candy. When we came home we took him to a few houses in the neighborhood. He wasn't sure about it all and kept trying to go into peoples houses.

Hope everyone had a great Halloween!!

out of the mouths of the ignorant....

This weekend someone was watching Zach expel some of his mounds of energy. He was climbing up on something, probably about 2 feet high, and jumping off. Repeat over and over again.

She says:

"It's amazing how normal he is"

I just didn't know what to say. I said something along the lines of 'yes, he is very normal'. You always think of all the things you would say after the fact. However, no matter what you say, some people just can't be educated.

Hannah's Birth Story

Hannah is 3 weeks old today and I decided it is finally time to post the birth story before I forget all those fun details. The picture above was taken this afternoon.

At my last OB checkup (3 days before my due date) we decided to schedule an induction. I was getting horribly uncomfortable and she was not making any progress. Dr. Hirsch said he would call the hospital and see what times they had available and they would let me know that afternoon. When I was talking to the front desk and checking out, the lady told me that because of my insurance I could only deliver at French Hospital. For many reasons I had been planning on delivering at Sierra Vista, the biggest reason being that they are the only hospital in the area with a NICU. We never toured French, knew nothing about it, so needless to say, I was stressed. And to top it off, they said that French was full and couldn't take anyone anyway. I was in tears. After talking to the insurance company and understanding why I had to go to French, I was ok with it.

I got the call that afternoon that they would induce me on Tuesday, September 11 (my due date) at 8pm. They said to get there at 6:30 to pre-register and then the induction will start at 8. So we got Zach all fed and got Grampa Buck organized to care for Zach for the next couple days and we headed to the hospital. When we got there they said that I was all registered (I guess by the doctor's office) and I could just head to the Birthing Center. The nurse was a bit surprised to see us so early but got us in a room. We were pretty happy that we got stuck at French, it was a really nice facility!

The nurse said that she was going to call my doctor and get his orders, but she wanted to check me first to let him know where I was at. She checked me and I was at 3cm. After calling him he said to wait until 4am to start pitocin to see how I progress on my own. We were a little irked about that. We could have been home with Zach instead of sleeping in the hospital. (my OB is very into scheduling things so that nothing gets in the way of his sleep schedule). At that point they started my IV. That was terrible. The first try she couldn't get in far enough, she said she hit a valve, so she pulled it out. The next try she couldn't get it in right either. She then tried the right side and was able to get one in the top of my hand. Chris and I went to sleep. About 4 they came in and checked me and there was no change. They started pitocin. We slept a little more. Woke up about 6 or so and my mom was there. They were gradually increasing pitocin every half hour.

About 9 or 10am I looked at my hand with the IV and it was huge. Grossly huge. It looked like a rubber glove that someone blew up. So when the nurse came in I pointed it out to her and she looked a little freaked. They pulled the IV out and it bled pretty good so of course she pressed on it for a bit. When she pulled the gauze off, my hand looked like a volcano from where she was pressing it, that is how huge it was. We think that the needle from the IV poked through the vein and the pitocin and antibiotic was going straight into my hand. Fun! So we start the process of finding a vein in the other hand that we can re-start the IV in. Once she got that going, we had to start the pitocin back and square 1. And they said not to move my right hand a whole lot and keep it elevated and to be careful with my left hand so I didn't have a problem with the new IV. That made it pretty hard to try and move around in bed, that is for sure.

At about 11 or so, the nurse came in and said that my doctor wanted me to get the epidural to see if that would speed things up and make her drop into place. I had started having contractions, but they weren't too terrible, so I told them I wanted to wait and let things go naturally a little longer. About 1pm I decided to finally give in and get the epidural. I wasn't in excruciating pain yet, but the stronger they were getting, the more I was remembering Zach's birth (no drugs). So I get the wonderful epidural and couldn't have been happier. About 2pm the doctor came in and broke my water and said "ok, we are going to have this baby at 5... we all thought he was full of it (later to find out, he was right). At about 4:30pm, I could feel contractions a little more, so I gave myself that extra boost of drugs that they set up for you. It didn't help right away and I could feel that she had dropped into place so the nurse checked me and sure enough I was 10cm and ready to go. While I could feel my legs, they felt like I had 100lb weights tied to them, so my mom and Chris got into position and both grabbed one. The doctor got there and asked the nurse for the olive oil which I thought was weird. He wiped it on my who-ha and I completely accredit that as to why I did not have any tearing at all! After about 4-5 pushes, she was out at 5:12pm. It was such a wonderful birth experience.

About an hour after she was born, grandpa and Zach got there and he wasn't too sure about the whole thing. Chris, Buck and Zach went and got food (I hadn't eaten since 6pm the night before) We stayed there for 2 nights and came home Friday. Her big brother was so happy to have her home. She is such an amazing little girl and I am so in love with her!