2 Months

OWWWIES!!!
Lola had to get more shots at two months. Poor little bugger...
She's really starting to notice things around her, holding her head up really well in order to look around. She wants to see EVERYTHING and does not like her sight to be inhibited. She's becoming quite the noisy little thing, using her range of noises to let everyone know what she wants. She cries for her mommy when she's tired, and her daddy when she's bored. And my goodness is she SMILING! She's such a happy baby :D

Binki Monster

So this morning (at 4am) my little darling decided she wanted her binki and was going to scream bloody murder until she got it. I have a bucket that has all of her binkis and bottles in it, so I told James just to dig a binki out of there because the one she had last night had fallen between the bed and the wall and I didn't know where the other one was.
So, James grabbed a binki from the bucket. She wanted NOTHING to do with it. So we thought, maybe that's not the problem. James tried everything to calm her down and NOTHING worked. Finally he goes "Just see if you can find that binki." So I reached down, found the binki, popped it in her mouth, and she immediately passed out.
Lesson learned: My baby is a binki snob. Today I'm going to the store to buy a hundred more of the exact same binki so we NEVER have this problem again.

 

Oh, Izzy...

First off, Izzy is the best big sister EVER. She wants to hold and rock her baby all the time. She gets the diapers for her sister, the boogie wipes, she gives her sister her "tummy time" and informs us any time the baby is crying (as if we didn't know) When her sister is sleeping she holds, rocks, feeds and diapers her "plastic" baby.

Lately the baby has been receiving a little more attention. She has in turn become attention seeking in many ways. A little more naughty and a little more nutty. Part of it of course can be attributed to the fact that she's three, but the culmination has created a monster. Being as smart as she is, she keeps everyone around here on their toes.
So about a year ago I remember having a conversation with James about it being weird that she never "pretends". You couldn't even really joke with her because she took everything so seriously. She didn't even pretend with her toys. We thought maybe she was so smart she wouldn't ever be able to. Kind of like Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory.
Well in the last few months she has proved us wrong. Everything is make believe. Before the baby was born she would talk about things the baby was doing (in or out of my tummy), conversations they would have, the adventures she would go on with Dora, her pet Dragon, and many other crazy things. Those things were all clearly made up. In the last few weeks however, these 'stories' have become about actual people. Apparently James and I go to the bar quite frequently and drink lots of beer and leave her in the car. She has also informed me that the baby ripped up her coat and ate it, and that she hit her and tried to choke her. Hmm...Somehow I don't think any of those things are possible...

So here's my favorite conversation I have had with her so far:


Isobel: I need to change my clothes. They're dirty.
Me: Daddy is finding you some jammies.
Her: Am I going to bed?
Me: Yeah honey, it's bedtime.
Her: But my mommy said "no".
Me: Oh really? Your mommy said you don't need to go to bed tonight?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Mhmm, I'm sure she did. Go see if that works on your dad.
Her (to her dad): My mommy said "no"
James: Yeah, nice try.
Her: I'm gonna call her.
James: Ok, call her and see what she has to say about that.
Izzy (on her fake phone to her mom): Hi mom, is it bedtime?....Oh, she breaked up. (shuts phone)

She is constantly cracking me up. Maybe someday I'll learn to contain myself when she's being naughty. But sometimes she's just TOO funny.

Grammy's Home!!!

If Izzy is up early enough, she, along with the dogs and sometimes the cats, greets Grammy at the top of the stairs when she comes home from work with a "SURPRISE!"

On this particular morning Izzy wasn't there so Lola stepped in as the morning greeter (along with Cyrus, of course)

2 Weeks

At her 2 week appointment, Lola had grown half an inch and gained 14 ounces. Still long and lean, but growing like a weed. She also got her Hep. B shot and her second PKU. Poor baby :(

On her way home she got to stop and meet her Great Grandma Lola for the first time and get LOTS and LOTS of snuggles!

Lola Jean Rust

Please note that the date and time are not accurate. Today is not May 9th. Tomorrow our little one will officially be 5 weeks old. Yes, it has taken me 5 weeks to create a blog and make a post. And it will take even longer to get current. But right now she is getting her Daddy snuggles, so I am taking advantage of this freedom to get some things done.
Get ready for a novel...

Going back a ways, I had a very uneventful pregnancy. By the end I was completely exhausted and hardly wanted to get out of bed, but for the most part it was pretty easy.
My original due date was May 11th. After my 18 week ultrasound it got moved up to May 6th; Izzy's birthday. James' family left for a camping trip on the 6th putting them more than 3 hours away. My brother, Mark, was out of the country on business. So of course, on May 8th (Mother's Day and right smack in the middle of my two due dates), I go into labor.
I was laying in bed watching t.v and I kept telling James I thought I was having contractions. He talked to his mom several times and she just kept saying "you'll know, you'll know". Ok, well this hurts. I think this is it.
"If you 'think', it's not. You'll know."
Ok, ok...
Well I knew. At about 11:00 that night the contractions I had been having most of the day were AGONIZING. I texted James from the bedroom that it was time to go. He made me wait for a few more contractions so we could time them. They were about 7 minutes apart, so he called my doctor...who wasn't in. How DARE she take Mother's Day off!!!
First, we had to get Izzy out of bed and take her to her mom's for the night. Then we had to take Cyrus to my parents' house, stop and get gas, and James had to stop at Taco Bell for Fourth Meal. Finally, at 1:00 am on May 9th, we arrived at the hospital and was immediately admitted.
My birth plan was essentially nonexistent. I wanted to avoid needles as much as possible. I didn't anticipate so much pain though, so I decided since I already had the IV, I would just get the IV pain medication. It didn't work. I tried a warm bath. Nothing. There was no way I was going to be able to handle hours more of the pain. It got to the point where my contractions were so long that the pain wasn't gone from the previous one before the next one started and I was TIRED! So I sucked it up and asked for the epidural.
Best decision I ever made. Not only did I not feel the needle go in, but I was such a nervous wreck that I didn't feel any of the contractions while she was administering the epidural, and once it was in I felt NOTHING. I was able to fall asleep and slept until it was time to push.
James' parents go to the hospital around 8 or 9 (they made the drive in record time) so they made it in plenty of time.
I started pushing at about 10:30 or 11 but had to stop because the baby was turned face up and wasn't budging. The nurse turned me on my side and about 30 minutes later we started trying again.
Lola arrived at 12:56 pm on Monday, May 9th. She was 7lbs 1oz, 20.5 inches. My family arrived shortly thereafter to see her.

I had spiked a temperature during labor (all I can think is who wouldn't) so they were monitoring us both for infection, and Lola had a hematoma from trying to come out sideways. Other than that everything was great. She was (and still is) a happy, healthy baby and I felt ready to go home the next morning. Unfortunately they wouldn't let us.
Lots of family and friends came to see us at the hospital. Izzy got to come meet her new baby sister later than night, and then went back to her mom's 'til we were able to go home on Wednesday.

 

Welcome to the world, baby girl!!

Happy Birthday, Princess

Here are some pictures from the May Birthday Party for Izzy and Heaven

Fun in the Sun!

So for her birthday, we got Izzy her very own 4-wheeler. She hates it. In her words "I don't want to ride my sweet bike. I want to ride my Dora bike". We should have just got a the kid an economy pack of bubbles.

Easter and the Tulip Festival