Matthew is here!

Our tiny guy is here! He came Friday night at 8:44pm, weighed 8 lbs, and was 20 1/2" long. He's the cutest little boy!

A few people have asked, so here's the story. (don't worry, I won't get into too much detail) I was expecting to get induced at 36 weeks because I was measuring small so they thought I might have low amnio fluid. It was actually the reason they induced me with Hailey, so I figured it was a pretty sure thing. They checked me and decided that my fluid was fine, I'm just a tiny pregnant person. (although I always feel huge!) I was really disappointed because I was terrified of going into labor. At 36 weeks they did tell me that he was much lower than he should be and that he was already in position to go. I've since been having frequent check ups just to make sure my fluid stays high enough.

Last Tuesday I had an appointment and I was dilated to 4 cm and 80% effaced, my midwife sent me home and told me she fully expected to see me back that night.I started having contractions that night and just when I had decided it was was time to go in, they stopped. The same thing happened on Wednesday and Thursday. Needless to say, we were all getting impatient.

So when Friday morning rolled around I called my doctor. She wasn't in but one of the nurses told me that I should drink some raspberry herb tea and go for a walk. So I did. I started having contraction regularly but they were mild and far apart. The whole day was spent like that. Around 7:00pm they seemed to stop completely again. I wanted to cry. At 7:45 I decided to hope in the shower because I figured that was it for the night. As soon as I got in the shower, I knew we had to get going.

I hurried, Got out and yelled to everyone in the house that it was time to go. At 8:00 Alex, my mom, and I got in the car and headed for the hospital, while my dad waited for some friends to come pick up Hailey. I started having contractions about 2-3 mins apart, but they were still mild so I didn't think too much about it. To keep my mind off of it, I called some family and close friends to tell them we were heading to the hospital. I made my last phone call at 8:20 got out of the car and my mom and I went in while Alex parked the car. I was staring to feel a lot of pressure but the contractions were still mild. I checked in at 8:29PM and the nurses didn't seem to think I was serious because I walked in without any problems, but the pressure was getting bad.

Thank goodness my mom was there. She went out and told the nurse that they better come and check me. I was fully dilated. When the nurse said that the room became a mad house. Every nurse on duty was in there trying to get everything ready. It was too late for them to do much of anything though. So the doctor came in and I pushed through two contractions and at 8:44PM little Matthew was born.

With Hailey I had an epidural, I was oblivious to all the pain. This time, it was too late. I got to feel it all. I'm just grateful it went so quick. I don't think anyone can truly begin to understand the pain until they have been through it. He is prefect and adorable, it was all worth it.

We got home yesterday and we're both doing great. Alex is so happy and Hailey can't stop kissing little, "Mafew." I'm grateful he's here and grateful for my cute tiny family.

LA

We went to LA for Presidents day, with my family. We got some good Mexican food, some Japanese junk food, and visited the Getty Villa. I love living in such a diverse place.

Hailey's first Mochi. (I think she already likes it more than Granky does)

Team Y at the Getty Villa.

My crazy family.

I'm not quiet sure what Hailey was looking at.

Our cute tiny girl.

On a side note, I had a doctors appointment today and the doctor thinks that the tiny guy may come tonight, and if not tonight, before the week is out. :)

Way Up High In the Apple Tree

The Newest Member of Team Y

I knew that would get your attention. :P No, the baby isn't here. For Valentines Day Grandma Y gave Hailey this:

Now why, you may ask, is that at all interesting or relevant? Well, when we asked her what the monkey's name was she said, "Diaper Change." Thinking we must have misunderstood her or she must have misunderstood us, we asked her again and still she said, "Diaper Change." Even when asked the next day, the answer remained the same. So what do you think, should we let her name baby brother?

Sick to the Death of Being, Sick

So I realized this week I hadn't taken any pictures of Hailey in several weeks because of how terrible I've been feeling. So I pulled out my camera and she sat still and smiled. She likes to say, "Mile (smile), CHEESE!" when ever she see the camera. The only problem is my camera has a red eye flash, and as soon as that would go off, she'd move and say, "See it mommy, Hailey see it." So I wasn't able to get any good pics. I may need to turn the red eye reducer off.

Hailey hit 23 months on Tuesday. She is doing so much everyday it's hard to even keep track. (especially with how I've been feeling) The cutest thing she's been doing is telling random people, "I have a baby brother," whenever we are out. She's constantly singing and loves to tell us, "listen mommy (or daddy), I'm singing." Most of the time she also tells us what she is singing even though we know. I know I'm gonna sound like a braggy mommy but her vocabulary is super advance. It's not just me who feels that way either. Every time someone talks to her they ask me if I realize how amazing her vocab is for her age. She's learned about 10 of her letters now and when we are out and she see one of those letters, she'll point and say, "look mommy w(or whatever letter it is), w says w!(the letter sound)" It's pretty cute. I don't know where we got such a little genius but she amazes me.

I am now at 36 weeks and may be induced as early as Wednesday, we'll see how it goes. And yes, baby Fabio is still nameless. Did you expect any better considering Hailey spent 6 hours of life unnamed? He's a very active baby and he keeps me feeling worn out, sore, or sick 95% of the time. The other 5% of the time I push myself to get as much as possible done. We are so excited to meet him and I'm pretty sure Hailey is actually starting to understand what is going on because of the things she says.

I promise there will be pictures next week.

666

is the exact amount of miles away Alex is right now. His Grandmother passed away this week and he is up there for the funeral. Being 35 weeks pregnant, I obviously couldn't go with him. I feel so helpless, I want to be there for him and I hate being away from him. I am not a big crier, but taking him to the airport today made me ball like a baby. In our three years of marriage we have not been away from each other for more than 24 hours, so this is really hard on both of us. Right now I am grateful for cell phones and the fact that even though he is so far away he can tell Hailey and I he loves us and say prayer with us. I have never really realized what a blessing that really is. I'm glad we were able to get him up there, I just wish I could have come too. I will be so glad to have him back on Sunday. And Alex, I know you will read this, I love you!

3 days

until Lost starts! Too bad the RS asked me to teach the cooking class that day. I told them it was a bad night, yet I am teaching. Hopefully I can get them out of the house by 9.