Thursday, April 14, 2011

SPRING!!!! (and Firsts)

I love Iowa.  I love our change of seasons, and how drastic they can be.  I love winter, because of the beautiful white snow, and hot cocoa, and snuggling up in warm clothes and socks.  I love fall because of Football, and how pretty it is when the leaves change, and hot apple cider, and bonfires.  I love summer because of swimming and camping and cold ice cream and watermelon.  And I love spring because after a long winter, it feels good to get out of the house and go on walks, and bike rides, and the zoo!

We've already been to the Zoo 3 times this year!  And each time it's been just as fun as the time before!  Below are some pictures of Asa, friend Kiara, and cousin Allie at the Zoo.  There are also some pictures of Asa riding his bike, and Emmett trying Cereal... a whole bunch on Firsts!!!

What a cheese!

Allie got splashed by the fish!

No Dada, I wanna hold the spoon!

I think it's easier this way for a while

He's starting to get really good at it!

Bath Time!

I love bath time =)  My boys love bath time!  Here are some cute pictures of these wonderful little ones =)

Bath time with Grandpa Terry and Aunt Tracy

Asa is such a Ham!

Probably one of my favorites, Asa in his bath robe

God's Many Blessings

This post is mainly going to be pictures of the blessings God has given our family!

Lord knows that life has not be easy lately with all the changes in our family, and with the ecomony and gas prices.  But He still finds ways to lift us up.  Praise God for: our health, Family Zoo Passes, many visits to and from Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, Amazing friends, our growing boys, and for our Salvations.

Now on to the pictures =)

Emmett loves playing airplane

Look how long he's getting!

Asa LOVES to bake!

And lick the wisks/spoons =)

Showing off his mad skills here by lifting up his head and resting on his arms =)

Late Late Late

Sorry this is so late!  Well, Baby Brother kept us waiting 10 extra days, so I just had to keep you waiting 4 extra months!

Emmett John Deutmeyer graced us with his presence Sunday, December 19th, 2010 at 7:42 pm.  He weighed in at 8lbs 15oz (almost a 9 pounder!), and 21 inches long.  He was so beautiful and healthy, and chunky!

Here's kind of the story behind the labor before I show you his super cute pictures =)
I was pretty bummed when Emmett didn't come out early or on time.  I was even more bummed the longer the midwives made me wait!  I remember being told "we probably won't let you go more than a week late".  So a week after he was due... he still wasn't, so I had to go back to the midwives, who them preformed a few tests on me, only to find out that he was happy to be in there and not wanting to come out!  I wasn't having regular contractions and my water certainly hadn't broke, so they sent me home =(.
That was a Wednesday (I was really hoping they'd induce me the following day, but alas, they didn't).  Thursday was normal.  Friday was normal.  Saturday is when everything started to change.  I remember waking up and not feeling him kick, usually he's pretty active in the morning, so this was different.  I drank juice to see if that would wake him up, and it did, so I wasn't too worried after that.  Took Asa over to his Grandma's and made plans to go last minute Christmas shopping with my sister.  On my way to pick her up, I realized that I couldn't feel him kick anymore.  In fact, I hadn't felt him kick since I drank juice earlier.  Weird.  So I called the midwife who was on-call for the weekend (Mrs. Susan Hernandez, I love her!), and she had me go to the hospital for a few more tests just to make sure baby was OK.  So, my sister came with me so I wouldn't be alone (Brandon was busy doing something... probably working on the DTC Gym floor).  Turns out I was starting to have some pretty regular contractions, they just weren't super strong yet, and he wasn't in stress at all, just getting ready to come out.  Susan was so sweet, she said "I don't know why they didn't just induce you a few days ago" =).  She sent me home with 2 plans in mind. 1) I'd be back later that night in labor ready to meet the new baby or 2) She'd induce me the following morning, Sunday.  She gave me a ton of tips (that I already knew because we had been trying everything) and told me go enjoy myself for the evening.
That night, my sister and Brandon and I went out for sushi, and then finished Christmas shopping at the mall (so that I could get in some major walking).  I could feel my contractions start to get stronger as the night when on, and when I went to bed that night, I was sure that I was going to wake up a few hours later in labor. 
No dice.  I woke up at 630am to get ready and go to the hospital to be induced.  All the nurses were so great, and we had a fun time waiting.  I was in my room ready to go at 730, and my nurse started to walk me through everything.  The midwife came in to check me out... and she found that baby's head was not fully engaged!  Which meant no breaking my water!  They started poticin around 10am, and finally at 3pm, baby's head was engaged.  At 330pm, they broke my water.  At 430pm, the anesthesiologist came in and informed me that if I was going to get an epidural, I'd have to make my mind up soon, because he was about to go in for a C-section, and wouldn't be available for a long while.  I prayed about it, because I knew that I wanted to try and go for it all by myself, but I'm a wimp, too.  Right after he left the room, I started to have some pretty intense contractions.  I couldn't believe how hard they got to breath through so quickly.  So I requested that he come back in and give me an epidural.  By 6pm, the epidural was in, and he kept it "light" upon my request and the midwifes request.  I wanted to be somewhat numb, but know what I was doing, and the midwife wanted me to be able to feel what was going on.  At 630pm, they gave me the OK to push! (too think I only would've had to wait another 30 mins!)  At 7pm... nothing yet.  At 730, I was told that the Doctor on call would be coming in to assess the situation since the baby seemed to be "stuck". At 735, she said "Let's try the forceps, and if they don't work, we'll go in for a C-section" (I DON'T WANT A C-SECTION).  So at 740pm, she got the forceps ready and in... and 2 mins and 3 pushes later, our beautiful baby boy was born!
I honestly didn't mind the forceps.  I'm happy the doctor knew what she was doing, and there was no damage.  Emmett only had a little bruise on his ear, too! 

I remember what Brandon was saying the whole time (he was repeating everything the midwife and nurses were saying), and it was perfect.  He was so great through it all, and really calm, which was very good for me since I tend to get anxious easily.

My midwife, Susan, was wonderful.  It was literally like having my mom there.  She told me how proud she was of me.  And continues to hug me every time she sees me now!

The first thing I said about our baby boy after he was born and I could see him was "oh my goodness!  he's so chunky!"  And I mean it!  He had so many rolls on him at first!

Okay, now to the pictures!