Knew it was too good to be true.

Ryan has been loving his Bella baby. He thinks she's the most wonderful thing ever. This has really thrown me and John off since Ryan's been pretty anti-baby since we sat him down and explained pregnancy and baby to him when we told the boys I was having a baby. But we've seen Ryan's turn around in thought as a blessing. We were dreading Ryan meeting the baby and having him around her, but instead of being the monster we were expecting he's been wonderful with her.
That is until this morning...
Bella had a bad night, well, no, I had a bad night, Bella seemed to enjoy it. We were so sure she'd sleep even better than usual last night since she didn't get her whole afternoon nap and was up late, but no. She slept for about an hour, just enough to get John and me good and asleep, then she woke up and refused to go back to sleep for more than 30-40 minutes at a time. She kept this up until around 4 - 4:30 am, and of course I was the one up with her since John has work today and I have nothing except watching her and Ryan.
Well, she woke up at 6:30 for her morning feeding. She ate and was 1/2 way done when Ryan came in bed to snuggle me and Bella. He did good for about 5 minutes then told me he was ready to get up and eat. Since John hadn't left yet I told him to go ask his daddy to make him a bowl of cereal. Wrong thing to say apparently... He started crying and bouncing and re-woke up the just fallen asleep Bella. Bella then started crying so I told Ryan to leave my room now if he couldn't act big. He left and John made him cereal, and I nursed Bella again and got her back to sleep.
I guess I dozed off because the next thing I know Ryan is screaming from the kitchen "Mommy I'm done!" over and over. So I get up go in the kitchen and get him out of his chair. He pops his thumb in his mouth goes to Zach's room tells me to turn Stitch back on and then tells me to go away I'm not his mommy anymore.

Picture of the Day: "Cheese"

This picture is actually from last month and I have no story or anything funny to go with it. I just need a happy picture today...

An [Insert Your Vice Here] Kinda Day

Today sucked... like majorly. My boobs were incredibly full and sore, my tail bone hurt, I had cramps since I couldn't take my pain medicine. There was no good parking on campus, I don't think I did well on my extra credit exam and I really need those points. I got a long detailed text from my mom during class about how Ryan was being very non-behaved. Zach got out of school in a foul mood. I spent 20 minutes searching for his birth certificate (which somehow keeps getting lost...) so I could go register him at school he already freaking goes to just to find out, no, students in the pre-k program don't have to have anything other than up-to-date proof of residency for kindergarten registration. All the idiot drivers in my city were out, one almost hit me. I could only scrounge up $7 for gas money and even with my Kroger card I only got 3.5 gallons. I have this huge splitting headache and the boys are fighting.

I haven't even left her yet.

How can I already miss Miss Bella when I haven't even left home yet, let alone left her at my mom's? I have to go back to school today, but its really only for a handful of days then I'm done for the semester. But this will be her first time away from me, they even did all of her testing and such in the hospital in my room. I'm going to miss my baby so much. I'm sad and right now she's still laying back in bed but I already miss her.

Picture of the Day: "So this is love"

My favorite part of a baby is nursing. It broke my heart when I was unable to nurse Ryan, because my experience of nursing Zach was great. I had no problem morally or even emotionally of feeding him formula from a bottle especially since it was what was best for him, no matter what people may say, and he has turned out wonderfully thank you very much. But I am very glad that Miss Bella has taken so well to nursing. There's just something about looking down and seeing those big newborn eyes looking up at you as if you are their world. I love nursing my girl, especially since I know she's the last baby I will nurse. And I don't care if its just "gas" as everyone says, when she looks up at me half asleep while nursing and gives one of those unexpected newborn "smiles" it melts my heart like chocolate.

Miss Bella has arrived!

(Its actually been almost a week since she arrived, but today's the first day I've been able to update the blog.)
So, I went in last Tuesday to be induced as planned, but after being on the pitocin drip for six hours I made no change other than progressivly worse contractions. The doctor came in and explained all my options and we decided to give it another three hours and then stop for the day. There was still no change after the three hours were up, and by the 30 minutes after they stopped the pitocin the contractions had stopped.
That night they inserted some gel stuff into me to soften my cervix. The doctor said it shouldn't cause contractions, but they left the moniters on me just in case. Not even an hour after it was inserted the contractions came back full force. Let me tell you, it was not fun. I couldn't have an epidural since I had ate after they took me off the pitocin so they gave me a different kind of pain medicine and a sleeping pill so that I could get some rest. However, I woke every two hours on the dot when the medicine wore off.
By Wednesday morning I was 3 cm. dilated. They re-started the pitocin. After that things moved quickly. They kept me on the pain medicine which made me sleepy so I slept through most of it. They gave me my epidural at 11 am. My water broke at 11:15 and pushed me to 7 cm dilated. By 11:30 I had gone up to 9 and was having to hold back the need to push since my doctor wasn't in. He got there at 12:30 and I started pushing, 30 minutes later Miss Bella was born.
I had 22 hours of contractions, but it was worth it when she was finally out. She weighed in at 7lbs 2 oz, and measured at 19.5 inches. Her and the boys have all been the same length, but she was the heaviest of the three.
We got home Thursday afternoon. The boys have been great with her, Ryan loves her so much. He calls her his Bella Baby.
Here are some pictures of her after delivery:

Picture of the Day: "My New Obsession?"

Now this is probably about 1/3 of Miss Bella's clothes in her's and Zach's closet. And as her side fills more and more up, and her drawers get more and more clothes I'm noticing this trend in color. My little girl has a lot of pink clothes. Like a ton. The funny thing is, I'm not too sure how. I don't buy them. John doesn't buy them. When we let Zach pick out clothes when we go shopping for her we don't let him buy more than 1 pink thing. (Its bad enough he'll only get her dresses.) I don't think we got a lot of pink in the hand-me-downs we got, my friend isn't big on pink either. So the question is where is all this God awful pink coming from?!