Exhaustion has finally set in.....

These first few weeks have flown by so quickly. When I came home from the hospital I couldn't help but move around and try to do housework, even though I wasn't supposed to. Laying in a bed and not moving much was killing me. I had so much family around to help, but that wasn't it I simply couldn't sit still. I was doing laundry, dishes, I even cleaned out my pantry, not to mention taking care of Carter. I never got that "nesting" stage when I was pregnant. It must of hit me after I had him.

Now week three rolls around is another story. At the beginning of this week I felt like I had just ran a marathon. I was so physically drained. Chris gets up early to work, and this week he would do the first morning feedings everyday so I could sleep in. I feel so terrible when he does this, because I feel like I should be getting up and I'm letting both Carter and Chris down. Chris tells me I'm crazy and he's up anyways and I need rest. He's probably right, but I can't help but feel awful about it. However, I've been non stop since I've come home from the hospital I really think I've push my physical ability and that's why I feel like a bump on a log this week.

What has helped this week is actually getting out of the house, FINALLY! Chris and I made it a point to get out of the house, whether it's just going to lunch or just running up to Target. Once I was up and going I felt much better and not so run down. In the positive of doing a ton of chores, and being run down from them, I really think that has helped with the baby weight.

I gained 26 lbs during my pregnancy, which (from what I've read) isn't that much. I was really worried about trying to lose the weight, but have been pleasantly surprised. It's been 3 1/2 weeks since I had Carter and I've lost 22 lbs. I was extra worried after I had him because I had the c-section done. Which my doctor told me you can't work out for 6 weeks (only walking at that point) and 8 weeks for everything else (like weights). I really do think running around doing chores has made me lose the weight! I'm trying not to get too excited because I was trying to lose weight when I got pregnant. I do have more to go on top of my pregnancy weight. Not a lot, but I would like to lose a few more lbs and tone up. I really liked how toned I was getting for my wedding (doing boot camp which kicked my butt, but was awesome) all of that muscle is gone. I couldn't continue to work out while I was pregnant. The first 20 weeks I was pregnant I had morning sickness, aka all day sickness, which made me so weak (I actually had to go to the ER one day bc it wouldn't stop and I had to get an IV). So needless to say I lost all muscle I achieved before my wedding.

Back to my sweet baby. I really have got off track with tummy time this week. I really have to get back on it. Our doctor said it's extremely important to do this because they spend so much time sleeping on their backs it's bad for their soft spots on their head. I noticed his right side is more flat then his left. I've started to make him sleep on his left side, since he favors his right. I'm trying to now do two days on the left and one day on the right. I am praying it will even out on it's own. I would hate for him to have to wear one of those helmets at night. Not to mention pay for one. They are around $3,500, and most insurances won't pay for them. So I really need to make an attempt to get him doing tummy time everyday this week.

We tried changing Carter's formula this week, bad idea. We originally had him on Similac Advance. He was spitting up, not much, but I was wondering if it was bc of the formula. We tried Similac Sensitive for less spitting up. OMG!!! He turned in to a Tasmanian devil! After two bottles he wouldn't stop crying and throwing fits. Chris and I both were freaking out. We couldn't get him to calm down for anything, which isn't like him at all. We were like screw this we are going back to Similac Advance. He isn't really spitting up a lot, but still some. But no more crazy fits!

He just seems to amaze me everyday. I know he still can't do much, but any little thing I'm just shocked. It's amazing to see a baby (your baby) growing and learning how to do things as simple as holding his head up or even a smile. Well he just woke up from a nap crying so he probably has a dirty diaper, I better get off the blog for now! :)

First Two Weeks

Now that we are approaching the three week mark of Carter's birth I figured I would do a quick blog about how these first two weeks have gone. Carter was born on a Tuesday and we were released from the hospital on that Friday. The day Carter was born I was so surprised and shocked at all of the family members that came out to see him. We felt very special that we had so many people there to support us. I just remembered rolling down the hall after my surgery to go into the recovery room and seeing close to 12-15 people. And there was even more through out the day!! Definitely felt very loved! It was amazing to have my parents there at the hospital everyday, all day. It can be very boring just hanging out in a small recovery room all day. Granted I did have my sweet angel and the love of my life with me, but I couldn't get out of bed to do hardly anything those 4 days. Seriously there is only so much basic TV you can watch (I think we watched a lot a of Family Guy and Office, that's all that was on). So it was great having visitors.

Coming home never felt so good, just to be in my own bed...AMAZING. Reality set in that this is my son! I am responsible for this little guy all day everyday. It's so great that Chris works from home to help out. We share the responsibility of changing diapers, feedings etc. My doctor told me to take it easy so Chris was so helpful, but not because he had to. You could really tell he wanted to be involved and do everything. I'm so lucky to have him in my life and the father of my son. Surprisingly our first night at home with Carter wasn't too bad, however he seemed to not really like his bassinet. I was so bummed at first cause I love that bassinet it's so cute. We had so many people coming by to see Carter, I swear that kid was never put down. Someone was always holding him. So of course when it came time for him to go to bed in his bassinet he wouldn't sleep. He always wanted us to hold him. By Sunday we put our foot down and told everyone they have to put him down when he's sleeping (plus that was the last day we had a ton of guests until the next weekend). By Monday night he was sleeping in his bassinet just fine, only waking up for his feedings every 3 hours! Chris and I decided before he was born to switch nights off, this way one of us will get descent sleep every other night. It has worked out really well!

After all family left that Sunday, we were finally on our own for the first time. I'm not going to lie I was bit scared. It must have been nerves, because when Monday came it felt fine. Through out the week it just felt routine, as if we had always done this. Granted it wasn't easy but it wasn't hard either.

I really love doing tummy time with him. He didn't do much at first and I didn't know if I was doing something wrong. So of course I start reading up on it, because I feel the need to look everything up. Apparently I was doing alright with him being just a few days old. They aren't supposed to do much. Then out of nowhere Carter rolls onto his back, TWICE! 9 days old and he's rolling. I noticed he had his right arm stuck under him, and I guess he wasn't happy about it. Next thing I knew he swung his legs around and BAM he was on his back. He hasn't done it much since, maybe two more times, but I was amazed. I have a feeling I will have those moments of amazement a lot and I can't wait!!!

Today is a very special day. Not only is it Chris' first father's day, it's also our first wedding anniversary. This has truly been the best year of my life. One year ago I married the love of my life, bought a beautiful home last August, found out we were pregnant in October, then of course welcomed Carter Michael into our lives this June! I feel truly blessed and have an amazing family!

I love this bassinet so much, I'm so glad he finally decided to sleep in it.

First Posting

Well I have decided to try blogging now that I'm a mom. I'm hoping to get good advice about being a mom and to let my family be involved with Carter's life without actually being here. Not really sure who will read this or if I will even keep up with it, but it's worth a shot.

June 1st!!!

Around 7am the nurse came in to start my pitocin and induce labor. I definitely knew I had a stubborn one being 3 days from my due date and my little boy wasn't going anywhere. I was so excited and ready for all this to begin until 10 am hit. Holy cow, people can tell you how much contractions hurt, but until you actually experience them you have NO idea. At first it felt fine, the nurse asked if I was ready for my epidural. I tell her not yet, because of course I'm trying to suck it up and think I'm a hard ass. I can handle this right!?! Well not exactly, 12 pm rolls around and I'm ready for that epidural NOW. But it's me we're talking about here and my luck isn't so lucky. I ring for the nurse and request an epidural, she then tells me it will be about another hour because the anesthesiologist just went into surgery. Oh great! :( However she could put some medicine in my IV to help me out. Thank goodness!! I'm finally out of some of the pain and can take a nap. I don't know if I had a bad reaction to the medicine, my anxiety kicking in, or a mixture of both. But I woke up out of a deep sleep and freaked out. I couldn't catch my breath, I was crying, and then started throwing up. It was awful. Poor Chris has no clue what to do, he was so sweet and worried about me. He ran to get a nurse who put some anit-nauesa medicine in my IV. SOOOOO much better now.

Skipping a few hours, my nurse comes in to see how far along I am. Mind you I came in to the hospital 1.75 cm dilated. It is now 5:45 and I've only dilated to 4.5. Are you serious, only 3 more cm in 10 hours! I'm thinking this is crazy they have to do something to speed this up. My nurse came back in at 6 pm to let me know my doctor will be here at 6:30 and we are doing an emergency c-section, so we need to prep now. While I was pregnant I was hoping and praying to not have a c-section, that is until I was in labor for 10 hours. As they are whisking me down the hall for surgery all I'm doing is complaining about heartburn. I seriously can't stop bitching about it. Are you serious Tiffany, are you really complaining about heartburn when you're going to have major surgery? We get into the room and they make me drink this nasty liquid to get rid of the heartburn (I'm sure they were tired of me complaining about heartburn). That disgusting liquid immediately made me sick, as they are cutting into me I start throwing up. This was about the time they brought my husband in the room. What a trooper, he was so comforting through the whole surgery. Then at 6:54 pm I heard the most amazing noise in the world, my baby boy crying. I was so out of it from the anesthesia, I was trying everything in my power to just keep my eyes open. I heard our doctor tell Chris that his umbilical cord was wrapped loosely around his neck twice, but he was completely fine and was never in distress. She jokingly said he was a very smart baby to not move down the canal while we were trying to induce. Because I was so out of it the next thing I remember was Chris holding our beautiful son. I was overwhelmed with emotions. There is nothing in the world like seeing your child for the first time. It was so hard for me to not hold him right away, but I had to go to recovery for 2 hours. However after a crazy painful 9 months, 10 hours of labor, and a c-section later I am now the proud mom of Carter Michael Williams, 7lbs 1 oz and 20 3/4 in.