Dreams come true...

Well today ends my first week as a stay at home mom in my own house. And although I am rather sleep deprived life could not be better.This is the Father's Day card I gave to Jesse. It is right dreams really do come true.





Here are 10 things that make me happy (in no particular order)...

1. Rocking my baby to sleep
2. The smile Ryan gave me this morning when I laid him on my lap before nursing him.
3. Falling asleep snuggled up next to Jesse
4. Dancing to the car radio with Jesse
5. Good produce... especially when it's cheap :)
6. Having a full pantry and freezer
7. Hearing Ryan gulp as he nurses
8. Jesse's goofy antics
9. A shower without baby interruptions
10. Sitting in sacrament surrounded by my family and friends and hearing them sing the hymns.

Diaper Changes

Some kids enjoy diaper changes, like Ryan's cousin Emma. She hates being wet and starts to giggle when she realizes that her diaper is about to be changed. Not Ryan... he usually screams through the whole experience.

Now I debated on the appropriateness of this post. If you do not like descriptions of diaper changes or think that poop is gross do not continue reading. If you are a mom or would like to laugh at me please continue.

It started out as a very calm diaper change which is a rare thing in our house. I apparently should have waited about 5 minutes before I started this one...
... So I lay Ryan down and start the normal diaper change. I am wiping him off when he starts to poop. Thinking it would just be a little gas I try to catch it in the wipe... quickly realizing that my wipe is very insufficient I reach for a cloth diaper and stick it under him. Having recently moved back to our apartment we do not have a garbage can in the baby room (why I have no idea). And the wipe is so dirty I don't want to put it down.
I sprint to the kitchen garbage and throw the wipe in. I get back to Ryan and see that his face is a little wet. Thinking it is just spit up I reach for our last newborn sized diaper. It was then I realize that it was pee, not spit-up and indeed he had gotten everything in the pack-and-play (where I was changing him) wet, including himself. I grab the pack of ones and fish one out of the plastic casing and notice that it is very big on him.
After wrestling with it for a second I realize the back is slimy. I had not gotten all of the poop off of the changing area and the back of the diaper is now covered in it. Off the diaper comes and at this point Ryan has had enough and starts screaming. Finally two disposable and two cloth diapers later he is ready for the day. (Amazingly the outfit I had laid out never got dirty)

After we get back from the doctor's I will find a garbage can for that room.

Rolling Take Two

Alright so I finally got him on camera. My camera is a little lame and has no sound.

After he rolls over, he gets really angry. I am not sure why.

So I ask myself... how is he suppose to have tummy time when he won't stay on his tummy? I suppose he is trying really hard to learn how to roll from his back to his tummy.

Rolling

Yesterday night I set Ryan down on his tummy on the Mobile Merry Monkey Mat, while Jesse and I were getting dinner ready. I came back and notice the Ryan had turn himself 90 degrees and had rolled onto his back. To insure that this was not simply the aligning of the stars we again put him on his tummy (this time on a blanket) and he rolled again. He managed to do it one more time last night before passing out on the blanket. He either rolls best when upset or he gets upset while trying to roll.


This morning he rolled a 3/4 roll on our bed. He would have made it all the way but he got tangled up in our sheet. Of course every time I was ready with the camera to watch him roll he wouldn't do it. So here is a picture of him passed out after all of his hard work.

Back in Provo

Well here we are back in Provo. I will catch up on my summer blogging. Really.
We came back to new carpet, our furniture all out of place and no hot water! Thankfully Lauren was kind enough to air out our house while we were gone and the new carpet smell was all but gone. Jesse, Lauren and Jake made quick work of getting the furniture back into place. It is great to be home again.

Ryan is adjusting to his new home and the new time zone. Jesse is starting his new semester of classes and getting ready to take the GRE in a few weeks. I am trying to get our house back in order and adjusting to being a stay at home mom.

Pictures

Ryan next to his cousin Emma. She is a month or so older than him.

Sleepy boys

It really does take two of us to bathe him. He is quite strong when angry.

Ryan on his bili-blanket to help with his jaundice.

Ryan Jesse Coffman

Well our little boy decided to suprise us by coming a few weeks early. I will tell you the story...

It all started on Tuesday the 23rd of June when I went to my very first doctor visit in Indiana. She checked me and told me I was about 2 cm. I had been having small contractions since the drive from Utah, but nothing too uncomfortable. Then on Thursday the contractions started to get slightly painful. Around noon they were about 10 minutes about and made me squirm a little each time they happened. Nothing was making them stop. I tried lots of water, taking a nap, walking around... nothing. Well two of my sister in laws were staying at my mother in laws house that night so we decided to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic. By then it was around 7pm and the contractions were starting to hurt more. Jesse was working at a fair in Lagro. It is about 15-20 minutes from my in laws house. And he wasn't going to be home until 11pm.

The contractions were hurting and regular enough that I decided to call (page) the doctor. She told me 8-10 minutes apart was not close enough, but if they got closer that I should go to the hospital. Then Jesse came home. I remember telling him that I had no idea how to even get to the hospital. Him and Andrew gave me a blessing around 1am and I went downstairs to try and sleep. By that point each contraction was making me have to lean over. I had heard that a shower could help with contractions so I decided to take one... I was in there for so long I ran out of hot water. It relieved the pain a little. And gave Jesse a chance to sleep.

We finally made the decision to go to the hospital at 2:45 in the morning. When the contractions were 4 minutes apart and almost unbareable. It was the longest 20 minute drive I have ever been on! And as we got close to the hospital the road was blocked off. Luckily there was a contruction worker there and we asked him how to get to the hospital. He told us and then said "is she going to be alright?" Jesse replied with I think so. We got to about 2 blocks from the hospital when I demanded that Jesse let me out of the car. He said "we are almost there", but I kept insisting. He stopped at the stop sign and as soon as I got out, I threw up. I apologize to that person's grass. Then we made it to the hospital.

The nurse that admitted me looked very familiar. Turns out I taught her girls gymnastics last summer. It was nice to see a familiar face though. She told me that they were going to watch me. And that they were not going to do anything to help or stop my labor. Ahhh! and I was then restricted to ice chips. (but after throwing up I didn't want anything anyway). Well... turns out I was progressing. Around 6am I was 6cm. And very very ready for pain medicine. I wasn't very sure about using it at first, but by then I hadn't slept yet and was exhausted. I decided to walk to the delivery room and I had like 3 contractions during the 10 foot walk. The epidural was a little scary, but it allowed me to get a little sleep.

8am... I was 8cm and they broke my water. And it was time to push. I must be a terrible pusher because it took me like 3 hours. I was so tired... they kept telling me to find the strength from deep down or something like that, but I really had nothing left. That and the contractions were still hurting even with the epidural. At 11:14 am on June 26th 2009 Ryan with four pushes in a row slide out of me.

He was bright eyed from the moment he was born. He also had quite the cone head from being in the birth canal for so long. Ryan weighed 5 lbs 5 ounces when he was born and was 19.5 inches long. We stayed in the hospital for two nights. Jesse went to work on Saturday. He was so tired and preocuppied that he messed up customer orders multiple times. And when Jesse was coming back to the hospital he forgot everything that he was suppose to bring. He didn't make it very far and came back for it. He even brought me some flowers (with a suggestion from his mom).

Ryan, Jesse and I are doing well. Ryan is a little jaundiced, but it is enough that the doctors are worried. He has been on a biliblanket for about two weeks and the bilirubin number has dropped significantly. The number is still worrying my doctor, so tomorrow my mother in law and I are making the journey down to Indianapolis to see a pediatric hemotologist at Riley Children's hospital. We may also return there to see an endocrinologist because Ryan's thyriod tested high. Other than the blood problems Ryan is a thriving little boy. He has quite the attitude and when he gets to angry he forgets to breathe. He loves looking around and being held. He is better at nursing than I am and will not nurse until he is properly latched on. If he feels the nipple is not far enough in his mouth he spits it out and tries again. He hate diaper changes and have is arms restricted. But all in all he is a very good baby. This is a really long post. Whew. Hope you got through all of it.

Ryan after his first bath at home... very angry