One Week Later

What an incredibly eventful week it has been! Luke turns a whopping 7 days old today and I can't help myself but post about what a fantastic little boy he is and how incredible it has been getting to know him and experience life with him!

He is so much like his dad - it's very good news. The most mellow baby in the world - incredibly patient when being passed around and admired by all his many fans, sleeps better with lots of noise, and very stubborn :)

He makes the absolutely most adorable faces ever...his smiles are my favorite thing. When he smiles I like to pretend it's because he knows who I am and recognizes my voice....who knows if that's really the case, but that's what I tell myself.

He snorts when he's hungry and when he's asleep. He's very alert for a brand new baby.

My favorite thing is morning-time naps. He is a great sleeper, usually sleeping 3-4 hours at a time. Which means we go to bed around 12, wake up around 3:30 and then not again until about 6:30 or 7. We wake up, say bye to dad when he goes to work and then have nap time...we lay on the couch with him on my chest and sleep for another 3 hours and just cuddle. He is so fantastic.

Being a mom is the greatest thing that has happened to me. Besides marrying Cory of course, because without him this wouldn't be my life right now....:)

Anyway, here are some more cute random pictures of him. I love being a mom - i know, totally cliche, but totally true. I am so grateful to Cory for being such a wonderful dad...he is so hands on and willing to do anything and everything he can to help.

I am also so grateful for my mom for being here and helping keep me sane during this crazy week!

This is the biggest smile I could get from him while the camera was in his face....he's so cute :)

Lucas Cory Daley

On Wednesday October 29th at about 5:15am I woke up to my water breaking - yay yay yay! I got to experience that perfectly cliche moment...."umm cory, i think my water just broke" ha ha

So, he gets up, takes a shower and we leave for the hospital!!

We got checked in and were ready to have this baby by about 7am. After a long 10 hours of labor (thank goodness for the greatest invention on earth - the epideral - it wasn't a completely terrible 10 hours) the nurse came in to check and see what was taking so long, and all of a sudden Luke's heartrate fell to 80 beats per minute - not a good thing considering their heartrate is usually at like 150, then before I even knew what was going on there were like 7 nurses in my room and I was hooked up to oxygen, wearing a surgical cap and they were wheeling me out of the room.

Insert COMPLETE PANIC here.

I look up to the nurse with tears streaming down my face and she explains to me that his heartrate was at about 40 beats per minute right now and they were taking me to the operating room. At about the same time I hear pages for the dr "STAT" and the Neo-Natal team "STAT" - not words you want to hear while in labor.....

Seriously, before I even knew what was going on I was moved to the operating table and the doctors were there saying that if "husband" (because they didn't know his name....) didn't hurry, he would miss it. my arms are strapped to the table to the sides of me, my legs are strapped to the bed, i have an oxygen mask covering most of my face and a blue sheet blocking my view of what is going on. I have tears running down my face as I scan the room for Cory. Finally, he makes it. he stands next to me, holding my hand, comforting me as much as he can, as I am still panicking that my baby's heart isn't beating properly!

In what seemed like an eternity later - and was really only about 5 minutes - I was cut open, my insides on my outside and there was a baby. I heard his cry...the greatest sound a mom can hear in the midst of terror. The nurses grab him, quickly get him to cry and cry and cry to get all the maconium-filled amniotic fluid out of his lungs (another bad thing...) and to make sure his lungs are functioning. After a few minutes, they put him on the scale - a healthy 8 pounds 2 ounces and 20 inches long.

They hold him up so I can see...while i'm being stitched up and still laying on the operating table...and whisk him away to the nursery for test after test.

Needless to say, it was the longest 15 minutes of my life. The nurse came in to check me at 5pm, Lucas was born at 5:15. Complete chaos.

They kept him in the nursery for about an hour and a half before I got to see him. Cory went and took some pictures so I could at least see what my baby looked like...

Anyway, after all the drama - here are some pictures of the cutest baby ever! ...well, at least I think so :)

these are some of him in an oxygen helmet to help him breathe and hooked up to all the testing things...

Aunt Ambie was his first official visitor...

Here he is hanging out with Dad on day 2 of life

here he is all ready to go home on Saturday afternoon

and his crazy hair is my favorite thing ever - this was after his bath last night!

9 months, 4 days, 20 hours and 4 minutes later...

I'm still pregnant. That's all there is to it.

i have been tagged

thanks my friend kaitlyn...here are 6 quirks about me

1. i hate when phone lines get twisted. like the phones at my work - when the cord that goes from the base of the phone to the hand-held part of the phone gets twisted around itself i have to fix it. I do it probably 7 times a day.

2. my morning routine is exactly the same every single day. my shower routine, my hair routine and my make-up routine. it never changes. and if it does change, it throws off my whole day. like on Friday my sister slept over so I couldn't do my hair in the family room like i normally do, so I left my phone at home and i was ready later than usual because it throws me all off.

3. I have a serious love for mixing salty, sweet and sour tastes all in one. for example - if i eat ice cream i have to have something salty with it like french fries or potato chips. and i love to have popcorn with sour patch kids mixed. oh man, it's delicious.

4. i don't like doing laundry unless i can wash all of my clothes at once. i don't like having it half done and half not. if it ever ends up that way, i will do laundry every day until i get caught up and everything is clean. and i usually resort to wearing the most random things i own so i can wash all my normal stuff.

5. all the movies at our house are in alphabetical order. i hate going to other peoples houses and try to look for a movie and it takes forever because they are just in some random order.

6. i have an unhealthy obsession with "my" tv shows. i do not like to miss them, and i do not appreciate it when people talk while i am watching any of them. the good thing is that cory understands this and respects it. ha ha.


I tag amber, meagan, megan, nikki, & katy!

not optimistic, not pessimistic, just realistic

I need to start out by saying that being a Christensen means that flat out, nothing will EVER go according to plan. It never has and it never will. It is something we have all come to terms with and learned to live our lives plan-less. This fact has been proven by basically every family member (except maybe ryan because he's the angel of the family) :) in one way or another. It can be a big plan or a little plan - it doesn't matter.

With that said.....

Last weekend Cory and I were discussing goals that we both wanted to set for ourselves. We then set one for each other. His goal for me was to have me be more optimistic. I tried really hard to not let my pessimistic side out and try to see the good in life and enjoy everything it has to offer - even when it's mundane and the same thing every day.

Now you see, because I have been a Christensen for 22 years, I realized a long time ago, that I am definitely no good at being an optimist. I just don't have it in me. And yet, i don't really consider myself a pessimist. I know that in the long run things work out exactly how they are supposed to, I just have a hard time dealing with it when they dont in the short term.

After a VERY long and trying week full of meltdowns and a lot of disappointment, I decided, why do I have to be one or the other?? Why can't I just chill somewhere in the middle and be a realist? I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I keep my secret optimism to myself, because then it is less real, and I prepare myself for the worst. That way, I am prepared for anything. It still doesn't always make a difference with my reaction when things go wrong, but it does however help me appreciate when things go right!

I went home on Tuesday after going to the doctor and for a while i just KNEW that every move luke made was him saying "haha mom, yep, i'm still in here. and it's dark and cozy and i dont ever have to cry to make my point or eat or deal with people touching me and bothering me...i'm just going to enjoy it!" Once I recovered from my sadness of not being able to force him out this week, I have come to terms with the fact that Luke doesn't move around just to taunt me (although I still wouldn't be surprised if he did, Cory is his father after all....) and that I need to be grateful that he is healthy and strong and that I am healthy and we have had no significant bumps along the way.

Cory worked very hard this week at keeping me optimistic and happy. He did a great job, even though I may have resented him for it once or twice. I do have to say, I still am sure that I will never be an optimist. I just don't have it in me. However, I do plan on being a realist. Something I hadn't realized I could be until this week. People always place you in a category of either "optimist" or "pessimist". I have decided to break the mold and just be me - the realist with inner hopes of optimism, and outer expressions of pessimism. And I am perfectly ok with that.

Oh and thank you Cory for the beautiful flowers....lily's are definitely my favorite :)

impatient.

i mean seriously. this little guy better come soon. or i may lose it! i am DYING to meet him. and by DYING i mean D Y I N G!

A Little Inconvenient....

Ok so saturday night we had some friends over, and while sitting at the kitchen table, one of those friends realized their socks were getting wet.....

Apparently we have a leak in the wall of our apartment and it has been soaking through our carpet for a few days! YAY!! (insert thumbs down and eye roll here...)

So yeah, our carpet is drying now - after being SOAKING wet. UGH. But the worst part about it is that I'm in the midst of thise "have to have the house clean and perfectly sanitary for sweet new baby" phase and now our carpet is completely ripped up and hopefully not growing mildew or something!! And of course, everything from our eating area is in our family room/kitchen is squished even more than usual in our little apartment...

Here are some pictures.....(oh and please ignore that the chairs are STILL not painted.)