We're Home!

So much to explain, but pretty darn tired. But I am home. Kendall is home. And we are a family of four under one roof...finally!

Thank you all so much for your prayers. I'll fill you in soon. Praise God for answered prayers!

Introducing Kendall Faith

More pictures to come!

Baby Kendall is here!

Hello everyone.. it's Lisa's husband Jeff. To start off everyone is fine and doing well. We had a baby girl Friday morning which most of you already know. Her name is Kendall Faith, she was born at 7:23am, 7 pounds 10 ounces, and 21 1/4 long..and she is absolutely gorgeous! Mom and Kendall were fantastic through the whole delivery process. Unfortunately, there were complications afterwards.

Lisa had felt woozy on Saturday afternoon and decided to tell the nurse. Between Lisa's low HR through the delivery and the feeling woozy they decided to run some tests of her heart and lung areas. The Doctors noticed extra fluid around Lisa's heart and decided to do a Cat Scan of her chest area. They found a small acute blood clot in her lower right part of the lung. She was immediately transferred to the CCU Intensive Care unit of the hospital and was put on blood thinners. After a long night and even longer Sunday with the help of the nurses(our angels) we were able to move Lisa back down to the OB floor to be with Kendall.

Lisa and Kendall will be in the hospital until Friday evening. I'm sure she will update you then. I'll try to pst some pictures tomorrow evening of Kendall and her sister.

On our way...

to the hospital! Let's hope it's for real this time!!! ;)

39 Weeks and Still Cookin'

Whirlwind

The last few days have been a bit of a blur, so I'll keep this short. First, no baby. And thank goodness for that! I've never appreciated God's timing more than I have the last few days.

Emma's suspected UTI turned into days of high fevers, a bad case of croup, and borderline dehydration. She wouldn't eat or drink, and sleep has been the last thing thing on our minds. Between lukewarm baths, cold rags, scary coughing fits and vomiting, and 2 days of feeding her liquids through a syringe to avoid IVs, I am pooped.

Her temps reached 104, and on Sunday, we had to WORK to keep it at 102. We've been to the doctor twice and the hospital twice, but thankfully, blood work revealed no underlying infections and adequate hydration. Thanks to Jeff literally forcing liquid into her body, we've managed to keep her out of the hospital for an extended period of time. (By the way, she doesn't have a UTI either!)

Needless to say, I am so happy Baby #2 has decided to stay put. Funny how your priorities quickly change! It is exhausting having my first baby attached to me EVERY second and wanting to be held and carried EVERYWHERE, but I am so happy I have been able to take care of her and focus on getting her well.

What's even better is that after a wonderful 2-hour nap yesterday, Emma turned a corner, and it looks like we are on the way to recovery. She is starting to pee more often and even drink on her own (a little). She even ate a fruit cup and a few handfuls of scrambled egg last night.

And she slept great last night. She only woke up about 4 times, which is MUCH better than every 45 minutes to an hour. Plus, one time was to go pee! That means I also got some sleep, which has made such a difference. I feel pretty darn good for 6:30am.

Well, that's the scoop, and that's why there was no Model Monday. Thank you all for checking in, and I'm sorry if I kept you hanging for a few days. I am convinced more than ever now that God's timing is perfect...always.

Why do we even question?!

Sorry, no pushing...

Just a really, really bad day. Been to the OB twice today, only to find out nothing has really changed. Then took Emma to her doctor for a possible urinary tract infection (after ZERO nap today!), but it seems she only has some sort of rash.

Feeling extremely sorry for myself, so I'll spare you all the complaining. But I figured after all of your nice comments (thank you!), you deserved an update. I promise not to give you any more "teaser" posts until I'm sure we are heading to the hospital!

Now I'm off to eat another sleeve of Fig Newtons. Have a great weekend everyone! I'll be sure to post a Model Monday to make up for today's missed Fashion Friday.

Trying not to get all excited, but...

I've been getting Braxton Hicks all day, after several days of absolutely nothing. Of course, this could all go away, but I kinda wonder if we're getting there...

I have a doctor's appt. first thing tomorrow morning (8am), so I guess I'll know if anything has progressed. Until then, a prayer would be helpful. I'm definitely at the "I'm done" stage!

Happy Birthday Sweetie!

Happy Birthday to the most amazing father, loving husband, and caring best friend any woman could ask for. I love you to the moon and back!

Fashion Friday: The Big Day

Unfortunately, I didn't really have time to snap any good photos of Emma at the wedding, but my brother's girlfriend managed a few. I'm hoping my sister's photographer got some smiling poses, but we'll have to wait and see!







This is hard work!


Hangin' with Pop-pop



The Beautiful Bride


Emma's Hot Grandma!
(She's going to kill me, but I couldn't resist. Isn't she hot?!)

The Big Tease

So nothing much going on here. In fact, I'm starting to wonder if it really will be another 3 weeks. Besides lots of Braxton Hicks and feeling like the baby is about to fall out, there is really no sign that this baby is anxious to come out. Yes, I'm totally hormonal and exhausted, but hey, I'm 9 months pregnant. And for now, I'm trying to enjoy every day and not think ahead too much.

I'll leave you with some fun hospital photos of our adventures this weekend. Hopefully the next time, it will be the real deal!

False Alarm!


Time to go home...

Labor Update

So I'm still in false labor. Went to the doctor today, and nothing has changed. Still 2-cm dilated, and my cervix is pretty high. My plug is definitely gone.

Only mild cramping today and no real contractions. So we wait. Doctor said not to be surprised if I go in the next day or two, or in the next two weeks. Not quite what I wanted to hear, but I appreciate his honesty.

The good news is that I am now 37 weeks, which means I can resume normal activity and not worry about "pushing" it. If the baby comes, it comes. So at least I can stay busy while I wait.

Stay tuned. Hopefully I can post some photos of the wedding tomorrow. Maybe I'll even throw a hospital shot in there. But for now, folks, I'm going to bed!

Where do I start?

Well, it's been a very exciting weekend for us to say the least. Not even sure where to start.

I guess with Miss Emma. She did in fact go down the aisle. Well, more like sprinted down the aisle, but she made it down. Once she was holding my hand, I thought we were okay. But then she saw beautiful Auntie Jenni coming down the aisle with Pop-pop, and thought it would be appropriate to meet her half way and give her a huge hug, all the while yelling, "Auntie Nenni!!!" I can laugh now, but at the time I was totally cringing inside. Everyone, of course, thought it was so cute/funny, and thank goodness my sister was such a good sport.

After that, Emma sprinted out the back door to my mother-in-law, who graciously kept her out while she ran around outside. She did peek in once, only to yell, "Mommy, what 'cha doin'?" and then ran back in again to walk down the aisle with me at the very end.

So we made it. Not quite the "slow slow" walk we've been practicing for weeks, or the methodical petal throwing I was sure we had down. But the girl is 2, and she is Emma. So we take what we can get. She looked adorable, which was really her main job!

The rest of the night was a blast. Emma hung out with my sister-in-law and was totally overtired by the time 8:00pm approached, so I kept her busy while my in-laws threw food down their throats and took her to our hotel. Apparently she went down okay for my mom-in-law, but was up around 5am. At least that's what I was told. I wasn't exactly there to greet her when she woke up. Nope...I was at the hospital.

So, I'll save you all the reading to tell you there is no baby. Yet. But I am 2-cm dilated and 70-percent effaced, and have a million signs that this baby is coming SOON. I have lost my mucous plug and my contractions have been on and off for 2 days now. But let's get back to the hospital...

I admit that at the wedding, I may have overdid it a tad. Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE to dance and it was my sister's wedding. After all the stress of everything, it felt good to let loose. Still, a couple of times my body was telling me to chill, and sometimes I listened. But sometimes the song was just too good to pass up!

Anyway, I felt fine until around 1 am at the hotel, when I started getting mild contractions. At first, I wasn't sure what they were. With Emma, I had the menstrual cramps and contractions throughout the day, but then my water broke and there was NO mistaking that I was in labor. This was different.

Once they started getting regular and my legs started getting shaky, I knew it was time to call the doctor. My brother's girlfriend pulled Jeff from the after-party in the hotel lobby, and I have to say he immediately went into "go" mode. The doctor wanted me to go to the hospital to get monitored because of my fast delivery with Emma. So off we went, after a very long week. (At least my hair was done, and I had pretty toes!)

Once we got there, my contractions were pretty regular and getting stronger. They checked me, and determined I was 2-cm dilated and about 50-percent effaced, so they kept me for monitoring. For the next few hours, I contracted about every 2 minutes. I really thought this was it. And so did my sister. She was all upset and didn't want to go on her honeymoon. It was so sweet, but after MUCH convincing, she went. She hated it, but she went.

After about 4 hours, they checked me again, and I only effaced a little bit more. Jeff and I were then ordered to walk around for an hour. So there we were: pregnant lady with fancy hair, tired eyes (with fake eyelashes!), and flip flops, escorted by a very handsome man in a tux. We hadn't slept for 24+ hours.

Anyway, I'll speed this up a bit. After our walking, my contractions started to spread out and eventually stopped. I stayed for monitoring for a few more hours, while Jeff went to the hotel, picked up Emma, and got her situated at home. I wanted to go home so bad, but Jeff and the nurse thought it was best for me to get some rest and eat, and be at the hospital just in case the contractions started up again.

Jeff came back to the hospital around 12:30 pm, and we left shortly thereafter. I thought for sure we'd be back that night. But here we are, 2 days later and still no baby. It's fine with me -- we're still a day short of 37 weeks -- but the waiting is driving me a little crazy. I know, I know, I'm not even close to my due date, but when I'm getting contractions every 3 minutes for 45 minutes straight, and then they just stop, it gets annoying. Especially as I try to figure out what to do with Emma and rush to get everything ready around here for our new little one.

After I lost my mucous plug yesterday morning, the doctor and I thought we were on our way. But again, here I am. Sure, it's 5:30am and I feel like making a lasagna and I woke up with menstrual cramps, but at this point, I don't know what to think. Either way, the doctor wants to see me today and check me out. I was supposed to see him on Friday morning before the wedding, but he had a delivery, so I only saw a nurse. Wonder what my internal would have revealed...

I have to give a HUGE thanks to my wonderful family, who were unbelievable this weekend. We are so blessed. So thank you first to my mom- and dad-in-law, who took care of Emma during the entire wedding and after; to my brother and his girlfriend for watching Emma and getting no sleep as we went to the hospital; and to my mom and dad for basically "standing by" the last few days as we wait for our peanut to arrive. And, of course, to my sister and new brother-in-law for being so understanding about my two very unpredictable kids!

So that's we're we are at. Say some prayers for us, and the next post just might be announcing our newest addition. Or it might just be me complaining. We'll just have to wait and see!