Besides being perfect in every way, our little Tyler has his two front bottom teeth, what an overachiever. He had his first appointment with the pediatrician yesterday and she recommended that we go to a children dentist and have them pulled. Not knowing any different we ate lunch and went and met with the dentist. There we were told that these are his baby teeth so it's best just to leave them alone and keep an eye on them to make sure the root properly.
Because of the jaundice we had to get his bilirubin level checked again this morning. So once again it was back to the hospital so he could give a blood sample. Once again there was a problem with the first sample and he has to be poked again. This time they didn't take enough blood so there wasn't enough for the test. Really! I would think it would be really simple to know that if you are doing test x you need blood amount y. Not sure it would really be more complicated than that. Bah! Even though it was unfortunate that the little guy had to be subjected to the discomfort twice we had a really good result. His bilirubin level is dropping and since the threshold increases with every hour the possible problems from jaundice is going away. Now we just have to wait for his color to improve with every feeding and diaper change.
We can hear you all saying "enough story just show us the pictures of this little cutie already". Okay here are your new fix of cuteness.
There are other babies around our house right now as well. This fawn was in the backyard, just wanted to share.
After getting home from the hospital late and being sleep deprived for the last few days we were looking forward to a slow quiet day at home. Ah the best laid plans and dreams. Since Ty is a little bit jaundiced, we had to take him to the lab this morning to get his bilirubin level checked. So mid morning we loaded back in to the car and took him back to the only other place he has known in his short time, the hospital. Luckily he likes to ride in the car, just like his mom he is put right to sleep.
After the lab nurse pricks his foot and squeezes a small vile of blood out, its time to get back in the car and head for home. When we are just about home the phone rings and its the lab tech telling us that the sample was spilled and could we possibly come back and subject Tyler to another blood letting. What are you kidding me, was the initial reaction, amid shock, dismay and threatening a pox upon his house. Since it was lunch time and we were all hungry, it could wait till after lunch.
After lunch the family snuggled together before going to Silverdale, again. (Notice that Ashley is nursing Ty and Daisy is laying on her legs. Yep, that's pretty much how I thought it was going to be.)
Everyone at the lab was very apologetic to have to subject this cute little guy to more torture. He was not shy about letting the whole hospital know about how he was being tortured. Good set of lungs on this one for sure. I do have to say that I was impressed that the lab tech took personal responsibility and apologized for messing up. Still sucked that it had to be done twice.
But other that that he is doing good. He's figuring out how to eat and nap and be awake and all the other things that babies learn. So for your daily dose of cuteness here are some new pics.
He likes to wave is arms and legs around, so there are quite a few pics with blurry hands or feet.
Do you ever script your life in your head, or am I the only one who does that? I hope not because I do it a lot. You'd think after all the times it hasn't happened that I would stop doing this kind of stuff, but ... not so.
As I was laying in THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE HOSPITAL BED there is, I was scripting what it was going to be like when we left the hospital for my little family. It was going to be perfect.
We'd wake up refreshed and not at all sore or tired and the nurses would say how amazing I looked for having a baby just a few hours ago. I'd just smile knowing that they weren't just being nice, that I did look amazing. And, miraculously during the night, Tyler had figured out how to nurse with no problem. So when the pediatrician got to the hospital at 9 am, he could do nothing but sing the praises of my smart baby boy, and release him from the hospital without further ado. (If you've ever seen The Christmas Story with Ralphy, this part was kind of like when his teacher gave him an A+++ for his essay on the Red Rider Bebe Gun.)
Being that we are amazing first time parents and nothing is too much for us, we'd easily get Tyler in his new super cute outfit to take him home in, and he would LOVE it, not a peep. Except to maybe say, "Thank you Mom and Dad for picking me such a super cute going home outfit! I will not pee nor will I poop in this!" Because, you know, he does talk. He's an overachiever that way.
Then when it came time to put him in his car seat, that would also easily be done because, seriously, it's just a car seat, and we would skip out of the hospital, laughing in our hands about the people who were still stuck in the hospital while me and my perfect family were going home.
When we arrived home, the house would be spotless, as it always is, of course, and Daisy would greet us at the door with a happy meow, immediately love Tyler and we would all skip off into the sunset, together.
I'm not sure why there's so much skipping in my scripts, but apparently that means you are happy.
Doesn't that sound like a wonderful "home from the hospital" story? It sure does. Is that our story. It sure is not! Not even close. How hard would it have been to do it this way? I mean, I'd already scripted it in my head.
Here's what really happened.
Brent and I groan and grunt as we get up off of the, for me, hospital bed, and for him, pull down couch that you're suppose to get some good rest in. Neither of us had really slept because, well, we have a newborn who would squeak and whale sometimes. Not to mention the nurses coming in every hour or so. Or the woman in the room next to us who SCREAMED through every contraction. I mean, they hurt, but do you really have to scream? People are trying to sleep! When her baby was born, it was a screamer too so I guess it's inherited.
Luckily, one part of my scripting came true. Tyler did figure out nursing that night. You thought I was going to say that the part that came true was the nurses saying how amazing I looked, didn't you? You'd be crazy if that's what you thought. I barely look like me now.
The pediatrician did think he's a rock star baby, but...here's the problem. He was suppose to be there by about 8 am to release us, but there was an accident in Gorst and he couldn't get there in time. So, when was he able to get there? After 6:30 pm. PM people. We had to stay and wait and wait and wait and wait! Then, 6:30 came and went. Then 7 came and went, then 8 came and went, then 9 pm came and he comes bursting into the room amid many apologies. He is a nice guy, but I was ready to throttle him by then!
After the exam, we put Tyler's going home outfit on. I mean, I've dressed babies before. Admittedly not this tiny of babies. And it showed. This is the best picture we could come up with.
Needless to say, he was not a fan. But he does look super cute. Sadly, he didn't say anything about it. Kids these days!
Being that he was already pretty mad about getting dressed, the car seat was not the best experience either. And we are not amazing first time parents that can do anything right the first time. Tyler screamed. And I mean SCREAMED the entire way out of the hospital. People were coming to the doors of their hospital rooms to see who was pulling the fingernails off their newborn child. It was awesome. I just smiled and waved and pretended that this was my perfect going home story.
Luckily, Tyler LOVES the car so once we started going, he fell right to sleep - hope this keeps up - but then we got home. It wasn't as messy as it could have been. I had just cleaned the bathrooms after all. I always think a house feels cleaner with clean toilets. Anyway, enough about that. Daisy, ahhh Daisy. Well, first of all, we had left her for 3 whole days so she had to tell us all about it, very loudly. She never meows normally, but she was certainly meowing at us!
Then Tyler squeaked and Daisy freaked out. Her tail got all big and her ears went every which way. It was like she said, "What in the HECK is that thing?" Luckily, she doesn't talk though. That would just be weird. So between Daisy and Tyler, we didn't get much sleep that night.
But you know what? It was the perfect home from the hospital story because we got to bring Tyler home. He's apart of our family for eternity and I'm so thankful for that.
It has been a long time coming, but he is finally here. Welcome little Tyler Scott to the world. He arrived at 5:28 pm Monday evening and weighs in at a very respectable 7 lbs 2 oz., and is 20 inches long. He even has a little bit of dark hair on top of his head.
It has been a long day and we need to get some sleep so here are the first of many pictures to come.
(Yes that is my Star Wars pillow in the background, awesome I know)
We may be biased, but we think he is the most perfect and cutest little guy around.
This morning has not been one of my favorite mornings in the world. I'm not sleeping well because, well, I'm almost 39 weeks pregnant and I'm told that comes with the territory. So, I was not in the best of moods this morning when I drug myself out of bed and trudged up the stairs to have some breakfast, but I was looking forward to breakfast.
I have this cup that I use to drink the 800 gallons of water that a pregnant woman is suppose to. I drink out of it every day. A lot. It looks something like this, but not like this because I can't seem to figure out how to get a picture off my new phone:
It's a great cup that I like a lot. Well, liked.
Today, I filled it up, as usual, went to take a big old drink, as usual, and felt something go into my mouth. Now THAT is not usual! Luckily, I didn't swallow the thing I sucked into my mouth because when I fished it out of there, this is what I saw...
That's right folks...an earwig. I screamed and threw it on the floor. (Daisy played with it for a while then ate it. Good job Daisy!)
I'm still grossed out by the whole thing and I just want to go hide in my bed for the day. It was horrible. Ewwwwww!