Weston- 2 months

Its 9:30am and all 4 of my kids are sleeping! Just thought I'd put that out there to remember for eternity. Westons only been here 2 months, but in some ways it feels like forever. Like forever in the way that forever ago when you could sneak away from your occupied, big enough children for a few seconds of time to re-group... yea... somehow that little darling boy always manages to find me. Or how you used to sleep many, many hours during the night, and  now suddenly, you don't.

 

But that's 100% ok. I kind of am obsessed with him. The older I get, the more I am realizing how precious life is, and I am remembering how quickly this little thing will soon be a big thing and how Ill yearn to hold a newborn babe again. I've had many a moments where I'll just stop, and remind myself of this and enjoy the moment, no matter how awful it may seem at the time.

 

Weston at 2 months.

13 lb. 6 oz.

23.5 in long.

 

Weston came out of the womb a really great sleeper. I just knew that soon, he would sleep through the night and I, for once, would have a good sleeping baby.

I was wrong.

We just needed to enjoy a month of that and then I was kindly reminded what its like to have a not-good sleeping baby... and I've been reminded every night since then... and nap time too. He doesn't like those too terribly much. But, I love him anyways. The night times are so much more bearable with breastfeeding, I don't have to get up and make a bottle and sit up and feed him, just gotta pull him to me and together we lay there and drift back off to sleep. I really do love that part of it! Besides, who doesn't wanna wake up to this perfect little squishy faced boy.

 

 

 

 

Two months starts the fun stuff! We've loved the little smiles and coos and now the laughs. He is such a happy, joyful baby.

 

mamas first smile.

 He smiled at daddy looooong before he gave me anything.

 

We went on our first overnight trip with little man. Oh boy did I forget how much stuff you have to pack for a baby. We went to Lake Buchanan with Nat's family. We had a great time of just hanging out.

 

 

 

 

This is how we roll now-a-days.

 

 

 

Weston had his first swim and he looooved it!

 

 

We celebrated the 4th if July in style.

 

 

 

 

There is NO shortage of love for this little boy. He has so much fun with his big bro and sisters. I am so thankful he has them!

 

 

 

 

 

 

He may be getting a little spoiled to being held.

What a special little boy we've been given.

Westons Eye

Well, his first month was all uneventful.

 

If you've followed along on Instagram you know all about the eye business... just documenting this for my own good.
When Weston was born, he was not opening his right eye. After no improvement in the hospital, we saw the Pediatrician 1 week after birth to check on it and there it was decided that he would have an MRI to make sure nothing was pressing on that nerve. That's a little nerve wracking. Oh the "what ifs" that ensued. As if  the thought of my teeny tiny baby having an MRI wasn't daunting enough, it took 3 weeks of back and forth and back and forth with the insurance co. for them to finally approve the MRI. So, finally at 4 weeks, he had the MRI done. I found some comfort in handing my baby off to the same anesthesiologist that we handed Payton to when she had her surgery back in 2013. It took an hour and a half and I was so relieved when they walked him through the door.

 

A few days later, we got the results that everything was perfect, and he simply has congenital ptosis of the right eyelid, which is just a droopy eyelid. Last week we were able to see a pediatric ophthalmologist as the next step for Weston. His vision checked out perfect in both eyes, so we just need to address the droopy lid. So, for now we are to tape his eye open during waking time in hopes that it will keep the vision stimulated, and hopefully get him to try and strengthen that eyelid muscle on his own! We will go back to see the Dr. in Oct. to see the progress made. 

 

Many have followed along with us on Instagram and we are so beyond thankful for the people that have stood with us in prayer for this little boy. We are praying that that muscle will strengthen 100% and that no surgery will be needed. He's in the Lords hands and for that we are so comforted.

 

 

One month

I had all sorts of intentions of blogging "on time" but, as life would have it, I picked up my laptop to start uploading my pictures and wouldn't you know that it had gotten something spilled on it.... and it wasn't even kinda sorta trying to come on. It was completely fried!

I panicked.

 I had just uploaded Weston's birth pictures aaaaand there was about 3 years worth of pictures that I hadn't backed up.

Oops.

.... and long story short, when I plugged in my external hard drive (loaded with pictures from the past 8 years) it was also fried. If you've ever had this sort of issue and taken your stuff to Best Buy, you are aware that these things are up in the thou$$$$$ands to retrieve your information. Lucky for me, as I sat there in Best Buy, teary eyed (post partum is killer, am I right???) I had a holy crap ah-ha moment that saved my ever lovin' life (and budget.) I have a brother who speaks computer and he was able to get ALL of my pictures for me.

It was a good day.

Just as quickly as he was here, he turned 1 month old. There's not a whole lot that happens in that one month other than eating, sleeping, and pooping.., and mama adjusting to the insane life of a newborn. At his 1 month check up, he was 11 lbs 5 ozs... and measuring in the 90th% for height. It was good to know that the hours of sitting in the recliner were paying off. 

 Lets just talk about the first month with pictures, shall we??

 

These 3. They've been absolute life savers for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ohhh melt me.

 

 

 

 

This boy has quite possibly been fishing more than any other 1 month old. He loves to be outside, and that is a good thing being born into this family.

 

Exhausted,

Postpartum wreck

crazy

Happy mama.

...........seriously tho.

 

my 4

 

He loves his daddy more than any other human being on this earth..

 

Just bein real, I've had the worst PPD with him. The first month was really just crappy for me in that regard and I tried to get out of the house as much as I could.

 (without having to be socially acceptable. ;)

 

.... even if it meant taking my bigs on a lawn mower ride. ;)

 

My goodmornings.

So in love.

 

 Normalcy eventually crept in to my life. Weston has just completely fit right in to our family. He goes with the flow... I'm so glad that he is an easy going baby.

 
 
 
Trip to Lowes.

 

 

This was a monumental moment for me. I was always worried about becoming a hermit and being too afraid to go out of the house for fear of not having a place to feed Weston. I am all for  breastfeeding openly in public, more power to those mamas, but for me personally that's just not something I am comfortable with. We live 30 minutes from town, so there is never a 'let me run here real quick in between feedings' time that we are away from the house. When we are gone, we are away for hours. All this to say, while Weston was in the carrier, I was able to feed him (modestly) while walking through Walmart. It was such a proud moment I had to take a selfie in the bathroom. HA!  

 One month down, many more to go!

and then there were 6...

Why hello there! It has been awhile, life is so crazy, isn't it???

Lesson learned, I must, I must, I MUST keep up better with our life on here. So here I am to do that.

We welcomed the newest (and lastest) member of our family on May 17th.

Weston David Rose

He was a whopping (whopping compared to my other babes) 8 lbs, 5 ozs. and 21 1/4 in long

This pregnancy was all God. I was in a situation that I was not comfortable being in. After 3 c/s back to back for 3 years, and the placenta issues with Stetsons birth, I felt that this pregnancy was completely out of my hands. I 100% had to give up control and let God.

That is hard.

It was 39 weeks of battle in my mind.

So much prayer.

So often reciting scripture.

So much fear and anxiety of what could happen.

I was so so often reminded that I wasn't in it alone and that God would take care of me... and He did, all the way until that torturous hour we had to sit in the hospital room waiting for them to come take me back for delivery.

God is good, and we got the most precious, healthy baby boy in the end of it all. 

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Right after they wheeled me back to the OR, these guys showed up.

 

 

This was the most amazing thing ever. Having c/sections, I always felt that so much was taken away from me after my babies were born, this time around I was able to have Weston brought right to me for skin to skin time.

 

Meeting the chaos. ;)

 

Just like that, there's 4 of them.

 

 

Perfect boy.

 

 

 

 

Recovery the 4th time around had been tough. I've had to force myself to sit and heal, which has been good for breastfeeding. This is the first time breastfeeding has worked for me.

It is no joke.

It is hard.

So many ups and downs.... and blood, sweat and tears.... literally.

Seven weeks later, and we are getting the hang of it. I finally feel like I understand the bonding experience it creates.

All in all, for me, this baby was a gift that I would need to "close out" baby having. The first 3 was insanity (and if you've read along for awhile, you know :)

 Its been a different experience, one that I'm so grateful to have.

 

Welcome to the world Weston, we are so thankful to have you here with us.