Monday, January 25, 2016

my partner.

*All photo credit goes to Kim Orlandini Photography.

This post is all about my better half. This isn't "normal" for me to get of mushy, but I want it documented.

Having a new baby is always hard for us, so much change and adjustments happen. We usually start moving in different directions, growing apart, and get short with each other. 
Drake so far has been our hardest baby, or maybe he isn't and one of us {me!} always just forget how hard newborns and sleepless nights are.

This go around has been so different for us, and not because of me. I am still the emotional train wreck I usually am, but Paul has been a total stud! I have had lots of days I want to give up, and Paul has been right there willing to pick up the pieces.

My favorite thing Paul has said since Drake is "We are crushing this 4 kid business!"

It really is the little things that Paul has done that have made me realize that he loves us, loves me. 
Vacuuming the stairs. Taking over the morning car pool. Offering and taking a shift at night so I can sleep more. Picking up the odds and ends we need at the grocery store without me asking. Taking me to lunch and dinner so I can get out, and don't have to do the dishes. Putting kids to bed. Gas station runs. Remembering things I said I wanted, and going back to bring them home as gifts. Listening to me cry, and snore from exhaustion. Finding a new pediatrician for Drake. Walking the halls during Relief Society so I can listen and love being spiritually uplifted. Oh, and there is so much more than this.

When I thank Paul for helping or doing something I would normally do, he always responds with something along the lines of, I don't need to thank him it is part of being a Dad.

Even though I have enjoyed the newborn stage this go around the least out of all of our babies, I love what Paul and I have this time. I am a very lucky to have his support. I am thankful to be in this parenting adventure with him, we make some darn cute kids together.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Drake's Birth Story

December 18th.

My scheduled induction date.
My appointment was at 6:15 AM, and I was suppose to call at 5:45 AM to see if they had room. I almost broke down in tears when the nice lady on the phone said "Come on in!". 

We wanted to keep everything as normal as we could for the littles, and Savannah wanted to still go to school. So, I set out on my own to the hospital with a plan to call Paul when things were progressing. 

Everything was smooth sailin' at first. Got my IV, pitocin going, and my antibiotics for Strep B. Had some good contractions on my own, and the nurse and I made a prediction he would be here before Noon. 

The one thing I wanted more than anything this go around was Kim to be there to do one of her gorgeous birth stories. After all, this really is our last baby, like really! Paul thought I was slightly crazy, but said I could.

Kim showed up nice and early, and I was glad to have some girl chat to pass the time away.

Around 9:30 AM I decided to get an epidural. First try, he hit a blood vessel. Second try, I remember getting some relief, but it didn't feel like my past epidurals. With a promise to come back in a couple of hours, he left. 
After this all happened, Paul showed up. Things seemed to be going pretty smooth, that Noon delivery was looking pretty good. They were rolling in the baby gear to the room, and I could see an end in sight.

Then here is where things get blurry for me. I love that Kim was there to capture images of things I don't remember, or have already forgotten {Yes, pregnancy/mommy brain is alive and well in our house}.
I started feeling lots of pain, not just pressure. I hit that little epidural button, I got nothin'. I start to feel panicked as the pain brings me to tears.
It seems like this was sometime around 11:00 AM, but I couldn't even tell you. Paul and Kim were crackin' jokes, and doing a great job at trying to distract me.

Nurse checks me...I am only a 6, holy crap. I need relief.

I ask for the anesthesiologist to come and fix my epidural. He comes in, put medicine in my line to test it, and I instantly feel really sick. I couldn't hear very good {which is a normal side effect}, and thought I was going to pass out. I do remember Paul and Kim talking about me, but feeling like I was able to respond. It was an odd experience. 

They decide to sit me up to do a 3rd epidural. Paul on one side, Kim on the other I sit and wait, and wait, and wait. 
Paul jokes "It is 11:59 AM Evonne, doesn't look like you are going to have him before Noon!"

I am going through contraction after contraction. I am feeling the urge to push, I warn the anesthesiologist he better hurry. No luck in hurrying or the 3rd epidural.
I lay back in the worst kind of pain. They tell me to breathe through the contractions, and don't push. 

I have to push, I can't wait.

Paul and Kim are whispering "Just push, Evonne!" Gosh those 2 are the best birth coaches ever!

No Doctor yet.

I push, and oh man did it feel oddly good.

Doctor appears, I don't care if she is ready...I am going to push again.

3 good pushes, and our baby boy was here.
12:12 PM. 

Drake Lydon Sell
8 pounds, 2 ounces
19 inches long
They put him on my stomach, and all I could think of is "I did it! I did it, Paul!" I just had a baby without drugs! 
Something about having a baby makes me fall in love with Paul all over again. These are situations he isn't comfortable in, and he is always a total rock star! He held my hand, talked me through it, and will always be my favorite person to have by my side. The pictures of Paul during all of it are the ones that bring me to tears. I am so lucky to have him, our kids are lucky to have him. 

I am so thankful Kim was there to support us. Not only is she such an awesome friend, she is so talented at capturing the best of the best moments with her camera. Paul teased me about how these pictures would look, and I was nervous I would look a hot mess. But I took one look at the album full of photos, and instantly fell in love with all of them. I will never regret having her there to capture our last baby, and how special the event was. 
When I first looked at Drake, I saw Savannah. Then I look at him again, I see Devin. Then Bina. I guess that just means all our kids look similar. One thing is for sure, we all fell in love with him hard and fast. He is the perfect ending to our little family.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

basement.

As soon as we found out that we were having a baby, we knew we had to finish the basement. Although this is something we have wanted to do for a long time, it wasn't something we had planned for 2015. The task seemed overwhelming in every way...money, time, and planning it out. 
There were lots of stressful moments, but overall I think the entire project went fairly smoothly. A lot of the people we hired came recommended from friends, and our good friend Lydon helped out immensely! I don't know if there is a lot that we would change looking back, so I think that says something.
playroom/family room
Savannah's room
We wanted to be finished by the end of Summer, but missed our deadline. There were only a few weeks where all 3 kids were sharing one bedroom, and I think they secretly loved it. It was a big slumber party every night.

We love the finished product, and definitely think the fun paint jobs Christy and I did on the walls really added to the finished product! One day when all the decor is complete, I will have to come back and add some photos of it.  

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

just keep swimming.

Every year, except one, I have come up with an excuse to not put the kids in swimming lessons. This year I saw a childhood friend offering swimming lessons in her backyard, and I decided to jump on it...make no excuses. 
At first I wasn't going to sign Bina up, because she wasn't potty trained. With a mention of not being able to swim with Devin and Savannah, she quickly potty trained in a weekend. If I would have known that is all it would take I would have bribed her with swimming lessons earlier.
It was the perfect size classes, great teacher, the right time of day. It was so fun to watch Savannah and Devin really progress, and love going. Bina started off really strong, but in the end decided she didn't love "the big bathtub" every day.

We were sad when it was over, and was definitely a highlight to our Summer. 

Monday, September 21, 2015

Silver Lake Adventure.

Uncle Kyle moved from Idaho to a cute cabin super close to Silver Lake up Big Cottonwood Canyon. Even though we live by the mountains, it is rare we ever go up and explore. We were excited when Kyle invited us to come for a picnic, and scope out Silver Lake. 
It really isn't a hike, which was right up our alley. It is mostly flat, and some of it is even deck-like material you walk on.
It was a good amount of adventure for us, and definitely worth taking another trip up to explore. We got lucky on the day we went, and saw a moose out in the water. It was made for a pretty cool experience.

Friday, September 11, 2015

painting the nursery.

The room we have used for the nursery was in need of an update. Devin and Bina have both used the same room, and we wanted to change it up for Drake. 
I wanted to do more than just an accent wall, but I wasn't sure I was up for the task. I honestly can't remember how it happened, but my friend Christy offered to help me paint and the rest was history.
Christy is a pro painter, and it made trying something new not so scary. Christy found some ideas on Pinterest, and we ran with it. 
It was so fun to do this project with her, and we made a good team. Paul took care of Bina, took Devin to school, brought us home lunch...all while we painted and chit-chatted. I love how it turned out, and find myself dreaming of when I have a reason to spend more time in the room.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

starting somewhere.

Where do you even start when you haven't blogged since June? Truth, I have no idea. 

I decided to just start somewhere, even if that means that things will be out of sequence. I will forget these memories all together if I don't start somewhere.

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This post is going to be about our newest baby. A boy. Due Christmas Day, 2015. 
{25 weeks}

His name will be Drake, and our first baby that I have given a name to. I have never really cared what our babies names were, just that I had the opportunity to have them. Then this boy came along, and I did a fair amount of begging for his name to be Drake.
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Just because he is our 4th, it hasn't diminished my excitement. I still can't wait to meet him, snuggle, and soak him up. 

This has been my easiest pregnancy, and I secretly hope that means he will be my easy baby. Fat chance, I know. We have most everything ready for his arrival, which is some sort of record for us. 
There was a time in my life when I wasn't sure we would have a family, and I said I would be happy with just one baby. Now we will be a family of 6, and I feel like someone should pinch me...I am so thankful for these little people who I get to be a Mommy to. Such a dream come true.