Changes

I’ve noticed recently that having a baby has changed me in unexpected ways.

The first thing I noticed was that I’m more prepared: leaving the house and running to the store is way more difficult to do so now when I do have a chance to go to the store, I stock up! For instance, I use to buy make up remover wipes just whenever I needed them, now I buy 4 packs at a time. It may not sound like a big deal but trust me, it is.

I’ve also been much better at being on time since having Mason. Now this is a big deal, just ask my dad who’s been trying to get me to be on time since day one! Whenever we have to go somewhere now I get a little anxious because it can be overwhelming to get ready, I never know if Mason will cooperate and let me shower (if you can call 45 seconds in water a shower) and throw some makeup on. And then I have to feed him and get him dressed. And then as soon as he’s dressed he’s sure to poop! And once he’s in his car seat there’s no messing around, we have to get him in the car stat before he starts screaming because he’s not moving. So now I give myself more time than I could possibly need to get us ready and out the door. And so far it’s paid off (except for his blessing day, of course…)

I’d have to say the biggest change for me is that I now don’t mind waking up early in the morning! I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I am a ‘morning person’, let’s be real. But before I had Mason I dreaded getting up in the morning, no matter what time it was. I was the prime case of waiting until the very last possible second to get out of bed. Mark would literally have to push me out of bed. So obviously I was worried about how I would be able to wake up with a baby. But surprisingly I’ve had no problem getting up early with him. I’m so excited to see his sweet little face and snuggle him each morning. And now he gives me big smiles when I walk into his room. So no I’m not a morning person, but mornings aren’t so bad anymore 🙂

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2month stats

We were a little over due on Mason’s two month check up because of issues with insurance but we went today and I was really anxious to find out Mason’s stats and see how he’s grown over the past month. Looks like we are going to have a mini Mark: tall and slender! He weighs 13lbs 1oz (50th percentile) and is 25 inches long (97th percentile!). He is a tall boy! No wonder his onesies always seem so tight and he’s always got a little ankle showing ;). His dr looked at me with a very confused look on her face and asked “is his dad tall?” While I was pregnant and even before I was pregnant we always joked that we would probably have really tall girls and short boys hahah. I’m glad that’s not the case!image

Sad baby
Sad baby

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It was tough watching Mason get his shots and clearly be in pain. I guess the only good thing about shots (besides the fact that they will help keep Mason healthy!) is that he’s taken really good naps today. I have been thinking since our appointment how extremely grateful I am for a healthy baby. It would be so hard to have to watch your baby be sick or in constant pain and spend all your time in a doctors office. I feel truly blessed that Mason is healthy and happy.

I’m so grateful for this sweet spirit that fills our home with so much joy. I’m grateful for Mark and his undeniable love for our baby and for all he does to take care of me and Mason. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve these two but I sure am blessed.

2 months

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Yesterday Mason turned 2 months! His little personality has come out a lot over this month, and we love it. He’s so sweet and easy going. He started giving us intentional smiles at week 5. He makes us work for this smiles though, I sound like such an idiot trying to get him to smile and he holds out for a while. I sometimes think he’s just trying to see how stupid he can make me sound before he pities me and gives me a big gummy smile. He also nails his expressions with his eyebrows, it kills me!

He’s gotten nice and chubby this past month and his hair is coming in. He’s a round fluffy butterball right now, it’s fantastic!

A couple of days ago we got our first bathtub smile, so I guess it’s safe to say he finally decided that he likes bath time.

He’s now really good at following our voices and finding who is talking. As soon as Mark walks in the door after work Mason gets so alert and looks around the room for him.

Mason has recently discovered his voice and babbles to us and himself. A few days ago he woke up and instead of crying he just laid there talking to himself. It was so cute!

He’s found the tv and loves to watch the colors and movement on it, it’s hilarious. He gets so mesmerized by it. And yes, a couple of times I have sat him down in his swing to watch “Doc McStuffins” so I can try to get a shower in. I’m a bad mom!

We blessed Mason the Sunday after Thanksgiving at 7 weeks. It was beautiful and we were so lucky to have so many family members be there. Mark blessed Mason with his dad Brad, my dad Ron, Mark’s brother Matt, Mason’s great grandpa Bob, and Mason’s 100 year old great great grandpa Flenniken, Mark’s friends Kyle & Chris, Bishop Hair and Stake President Cooper. It was a wonderful day and thankfully Mason didn’t participate in the tradition of having a blowout all over his blessing outfit 🙂

He’s still a great sleeper, not so much of a napper unless I’m holding him. He loves to snuggle in the morning and nap on my shoulder, and I absolutely love it! Last night he slept in his crib for the first time and he loved it! He slept from 9:30-6:30!

We really couldn’t ask for a happier baby. We feel so blessed and lucky to be his parents. He is so sweet and love his mom and dad. He loves watching Mark and could stare at him for hours. He’s such a good, sweet baby. I’ve never been happier.

warning: photo overload!

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5 generations!
Watching tv
Watching tv

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The Barker's
The Barker’s
The Warren's
The Warren’s

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That eyebrow!
That eyebrow!
Butterball
Butterball

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6 weeks & smiles

I had my 6 week post-pardom checkup today, which means that my baby is 6 weeks old?! I can’t even believe it! He already looks so big to me now with full cheeks and rolls in his arms and legs. He’s officially out of newborn clothes and wearing 0-3mo. It’s so true what they say, the days are long but the weeks go fast! We finally got his crib and set it up! I’m so excited because now I can have him nap in it! He’s been starting a bad habit where he doesn’t want to nap in his bassinet, just on me, and as cute as it is, it’s not going to work for me, I need to do things like shower and go to the bathroom and eat lunch! So hopefully our new endeavor goes well!

On another note, Mason started smiling last week and it’s the best! He knows they are like gold to us so he withholds them until the perfect time, little stinker!

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4 AM

As much as I wish Mason slept all the way through the night, our 4am feedings are a special quiet time where I get to stare at his sweet sleepy face and rub his velvety soft feet and tell him I love him as many times as I can before he’s done eating. I live for him holding my finger while he eats and nestling his fuzzy head under my chin when I burp him. image

I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude that he joined our family. I feel like I’ve known his face forever.

one month

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Where has the time gone? This first month has gone by so quickly, I feel like Mason was just born last week! My baby doesn’t look like a newborn anymore and it’s breaking my heart. We may be the most tired we’ve ever been and I may be the stinkiest I’ve ever been but it’s safe to say it’s the happiest we’ve ever been.

Mason’s favorite thing to do right now is study faces. It’s the sweetest to look down at him while holding him and see him staring right at you, it melts my heart.

He’s also gotten really good at following us with his eyes, especially Mark (probably because he’s so big and easy to see). We walk across the room and he follows us back and forth with his eyes.

He loves to snuggle and wants to be held over being in a swing any day.

Mason’s a good sleeper, he usually goes to bed around 9:30 and wakes up at 3 or 4 to eat and then goes back to sleep until 6 or 7 so I’m pretty happy with that! He’s a great eater and is chubbing up! I love this squishy cheeks.

He stretches and makes this really funny face where he wrinkles up his forehead and stretches his mouth, he looks just like Mark when he does it. Mark likes to impersonate it and it cracks me up!

He’s also mastered pooping and farting extremely loud! We can hear him from the other room, it’s pretty impressive, and nasty. He’s a true boy.

He also makes this funny grunt that sounds like a pony when we change his diaper or if he’s fighting sleep. It makes us laugh every time.

Every time he sneezes he makes this little “ooh” sound after and it’s so funny!

We are so grateful for this sweet baby and are so happy he joined our family. He’s so easy going and mild mannered. He really is such a good baby and has made adjusting to being a mom easy.

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Birth Story: Mason Blake Warren

Monday, October 6, my due date, came and I had a doctor appointment first thing that morning. Mark had offered to come with me, which I was so grateful for, because I was a little nervous and anxious to see if I had made any progress and if our baby was going to be born that day. The doctor told me that there hadn’t been much progress, I was only barely dilated to a 2 and about 70% effaced, so my doctor striped my membranes to see if that would put me into labor and then she asked if we wanted to set an induction date. I immediately said yes because I was so tired of being pregnant and was feeling discouraged that I wasn’t making progress. My dr said she was going out of town for the weekend so I could be induced either Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday evening. I looked at Mark and said “how about Monday?”, thinking the sooner the better. My dr responded “okay, so tonight?” Shocked, Mark and I looked at each other, both assuming she was talking about next week. After what felt like a lifetime, I asked Mark if that was ok, he said of course and I gave my dr the okay to call the hospital to tell them we were checking in that evening. As we left the dr office and were talking about it on the way home, Mark and I both felt at peace with the decision. I obviously hadn’t planned on being induced, I honestly thought the baby would come early, but I guess that’s the thing with pregnancy, it never really goes according to plan. I was full term and it was my due date and it just felt like the right decision.

So we went home and I gathered our hospital bags and pillows and a blanket for Mark while he went to the gym. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and finishing last minute prep and saying things like “this is the last day of us being just a couple!” Then we went to get a lite dinner before heading to the hospital at 6:00pm. When we got there the nurses took me into our room, which was huge and on the other side of the birthing center from the main door and nurses station so it was nice and quiet (we really lucked out!). The nurse got my IV placed and started while I signed a couple of forms. It was so calm and nothing like I was expecting over the past 9 months! Then in walk my mom and sister Courtney to surprise me! It was nice to see them and have them visit. Within the hour I got a new nurse, my favorite nurse during my stay, Katie. She was just a few years older than us and so friendly and talkative (which Mark didn’t like during the night because he wanted me to sleep) and actually listened to me and my body. She got me started on cervidil, which thins and ripens your cervix (isn’t it funny that they refer to it as ripening, as if my cervix is a piece of fruit or something). Sometime that night, they hooked me up to an antibiotic because I tested positive for Group B Strep. I’m super sensitive to antibiotics and of course this one was in thePenicillin  family, which I’m allergic to but they thought I could handle it. Within 15 minutes my arm with the IV started to turn red and burn and my scalp and face got really itchy. So they immediately stopped the antibiotic and flushed me with saline and benedril. A couple hours later they gave me a different antibiotic which was fine until the end when it made me throw up (I had to do another dose of it the next day when I was actually in labor and I threw up then too, which is really difficult and painful when you can’t move well because of the epidural and the contractions, let me tell you).  Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that night with all this going on and on top of it I was getting contractions every 1-7 minutes.

At 8:00am my dr came in to check on me and they started me on pitocin to induce labor. Within the next couple of hours the contractions started getting much stronger and Mark was helping me breath through them. I asked my nurse when we could start talking about getting an epidural and she responded in her heavy middle-eastern accent “whenever you want my dear, you are the boss.” That was great to hear but it didn’t really answer my question as to when I should get it or how much progress needed to be made before I got it so it wouldn’t slow down labor. At 11:15 I decided the pain was pretty good and it didn’t need to try to tough it out so I told my nurse that I was ready for the epidural. She went to go get the anesthesiologist and I started to get nervous. Mark was standing by my right side watching the contractions and baby’s heart rate on the monitor and I told him I was scared to get the epidural. The anesthesiologist, a little Asian man, practically came bouncing in the room and started talking our heads off. Most of the time I had no idea what he was talking about but I think he was just trying to distract me. The epidural took somewhere around 15-30 minutes from start to finish and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, although I could feel it curve to the right when he placed it. I immediately hated the feeling. I don’t know if it was the tingling in my legs or the fact that I could barely move them, but I didn’t like it. Right off the bat my right side was much more numb than my left. The whole day feels like a blur, I think we just tried to rest and get some sleep and we watched tv. The Giants were playing in the playoffs and Mark was watching that on his iPad. At about 8:00pm the epidural began to wear off and I could feel the contractions pretty strong on my left side. I told my nurse, an older stern woman, and she not very nicely told me it was the round ligaments and the epidural wouldn’t do anything for it and walked out of the room. I think I started crying after she left, from a combination of the pain, exhaustion, and her lack of empathy.  Mark could see that I was drained and secretly texted my parents and asked them to come visit and raise my spirits. I was totally shocked and confused when they walked in my room and I started crying. They hung out for about an hour chatting, which was a nice distraction. During that time Mark went to find my nurse to tell her that I was in a lot of pain and needed the anesthesiologist to come. After waiting what felt like forever, the nurse finally called him to my room and he topped me off by injecting something into my epidural line and then turned up the epidural. About an hour and a half later it wore off again, this time it was super painful. My nurse said it was the baby’s shoulder hitting a nerve down low on my left side. So the anesthesiologist came and topped me off a final time. About 20 minutes later my nurse came back in and checked me to see how things were progressing. She got everything set up for delivery and had Mark stand on my right side and told me it was time to start pushing. Throughout my entire pregnancy I told myself that when this moment came I was going to push as hard as I could every time, from the first push, so I hopefully wouldn’t be pushing for hours and hours.

She taught Mark hour to count for me while I pushed. It was nice to have his voice and the counting to focus on while I pushed. About an hour into pushing (if felt a lot shorter than an hour to me) my doctor came in and I knew we were close to meeting our baby! The nurse sent Mark to my left side so he would be by the little incubator where they would do the Apgar tests and everything when the baby was born. At this point I was completely exhausted and maybe a little delirious from the pain on my left side, I was yelling things in between pushes like “just pull him out!” And Mark said I was making jokes, but I don’t remember what I said or trying to be funny…

Finally, after an hour and a half of pushing, my doctor said to push really hard one more time, so I gave it all I had and out came his head. My doctor told me to stop pushing (that was super painful to not push) but apparently the cord was wrapped around his neck once. The doctor unwrapped it (neither Mark or I knew this was going on, she told us after) and on the next contraction she told me to push once more and out he came, a bright pink, long baby with big hands. When she pulled him out, he pooped all over her! She laid him on my chest and he immediately found my face and stared into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. Time seemed to stop. I will never be able to describe that moment, but it changed my life forever and makes me cry every time I think about it. It was as if he knew who I was and was finally getting to see what I looked like after listening to my heart and voice for the past 9 months. I know it sounds crazy, but for at least a month before he was born I prayed that he would know me and would love me, and that moment was an answer to my prayers. I started crying and looked up at Mark, who was also crying, and then realized that Mason wasn’t crying. I kept asking, “why isn’t he crying, is he alright?” The pediatrician just smiled at me and said “he’s fine, don’t worry he will start crying in a minute when we have to give him shots.” Mark cut the umbilical cord and they took him a few feet over to the incubator to give him shots and clean him up. I didn’t notice any of that going on because I delivered the placenta and my doctor gave my three stitches. A few minutes later they gave him back to me for skin to skin contact and everyone left the room. It was just our new little family of three.

Mason Blake Warren was born on October 7, 2014 at 11:44pm. He weighed 8pounds 1 ounce and was 21 inches long (much bigger than what my dr estimated, she said he would be a high 6pounder.)

I wish I would have written down the experience while I was in the hospital because some of the little details are blurry to me now, but one thing I will never forget is how loved and respected I felt by Mark. He was an amazing support and partner and rose far above any expectation I had. He was my rock. And there is no better feeling than watching him love our baby.

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Bumpdate: Week 37

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We’ve been busy around here with wonderful baby showers, decorating the baby’s room and clearing out junk. I also spent a day doing laundry full of sweet baby clothes and tiny socks. We installed the car seat in my car, which is weird to see every time I get in the car. I’ve got my hospital bag packed and ready to go! Now I just need to finish reading “Baby Wise”.

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I had my now weekly dr appointment yesterday and my dr predicted this baby will be a high 6 pounder, which made me happy to hear but I know it’s just a prediction and she could be wayyy off, but at least it eases some of my anxiety.

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How Far Along: 37 weeks (20 days to go, but who’s counting?!)

Weight Gain: a whopping 27 pounds! How is that possible with all the throwing up that’s gone on this whole time? Oh well, hopefully that means this baby will have some yummy rolls on him! And to make myself feel better, I’m grateful I haven’t gotten any stretch marks! Let’s keep that up these last few weeks!

Maternity Clothes: I pretty much have 4 outfits that fit me now, and they are all skirts or dresses because it’s too hot to wear pants! Seriously, it was 100degrees for three days straight last week.where are you fall?!

Sleep: ha! All I can say is sleep use to be my favorite hobby, now I dread it every night. This past weekend I took a three hour nap Saturday and Sunday.

Best Moment This Week: We went on a spontaneous date on a Tuesday night! It was so fun. We went to dinner and then went to Target at got some treats and Icees and snuck them into the movie theater and saw Guardians of the Galaxy. I thought it was going to be stupid but it was pretty funny.

Movement: This poor baby is so compact in there, it seems like he has no room. It’s amazing how strong tiny little baby’s are though, he kicks and squirms so hard it makes my entire upper body move. He’s a stinker though and every time someone puts their hand on my stomach to feel him move, he stops!

What I’m Looking Forward To: Not being pregnant and so hot all the time! But mostly holding this little boy and seeing what he looks like!

Bumpdate: Week 35

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Mark thinks he’s so funny…

5 weeks to go until we get to meet this baby boy! I can’t believe it. We’ve got a lot to do before then…like finish the nursery and figure out his name! The name thing is totally stressing me out. Why can’t they just be born with a name tag on?

A little update on what we e been up to lately: we just went to Hawaii for a week! I was kind of worried about going so far into my pregnancy but it was fine! I had no swelling despite the heat and 90%humidity. I just got to relax on the beach all day while Mark worked, poor guy. Hawaii is just so relaxing and laid back, and not to mention beautiful, there’s no better place to vacation! I got some very interesting looks on the beach but I have no shame anymore. I think the best part was not having to wear real clothes or makeup.

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Belly on the beach. This picture kills me, the belly takes up the whole photo. And In case you were wondering, I was at the beach by myself, Mark was working. I told you I have no shame!

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How Far Along: 35 weeks

Weight Gain: 23lbs…needless to say more than what I was hoping to be at right now. Oh well, I’ve tried to be healthy and as active as I can, so hopefully it means this is a healthy baby 🙂

Maternity Clothes: I can’t wear anything but maternity clothes now, but still everything is uncomfortable, especially because of the heat! I’m sooo sick of summer, I’ve never said that before! But I’m sooo ready for fall and comfy clothes and layers.

 Sleep: yeah right! I’m up all night now tossing and turning and trying to find a comfortable spot, and going to the bathroom. I keep Mark up all night and I feel terrible.

Movement: All the time. And it’s big movement, where my entire belly moves. Sometimes you can see a foot or leg or elbow poking out my side. This poor baby has no room. Almost every night in Hawaii at about 9:00pm I would feel these small consistent kicks for a solid 30 minutes, I think he had the hiccups! It was funny…and then kind of obnoxious hahah.

Food Cravings: I have been craving chocolate and Dr. Pepper lately (super healthy).

What I’m Looking Forward To: I’m looking forward to my baby showers coming up! I’m so grateful for the wonderful friends and family who are throwing these showers for me and baby.

Bumpdate: 31 weeks

We’re reaching the end of 31 weeks over here and it seems like the morning sickness has come back. Thankfully it is not nearly as bad as it was the first 20 weeks so I will take it! But I have thrown up at work twice now, which is incredibly embarrassing, especially when my co-worker could hear me in the bathroom and I got vomit on my shirt! The beauty of pregnancy 😉 It’s also been really hot and the nights were not cooling down at all so I have not been sleeping well. 

on top of this I haven’t been feeling too well the past couple of days and was nervous that I was getting a UTI, my long lost friend! So I decided to stop in at my Drs. office this morning on my way to work, just to check. I’d rather be safe than sorry, especially with the weekend coming up and especially because UTIs can be a real problem during pregnancy and can lead to kidney infections and early labor…and I would like to stay far away from that! This baby still has two more months to cook! 

Turns out it was a good decision to go in and I do have a UTI, yay…now I get to start a prescription, hopefully it takes care of the issue soon!

Well, on my way home from a rough day, the thought came to me that despite all the sickness and rough things that have come with my pregnancy, I’m so blessed and grateful for this opportunity and privilege to become a mother to this sweet baby boy. I’m so thankful to my Heavenly Father for trusting me with this precious spirit. I’m also so thankful to Mark for trusting me to raise his son and starting a family with me, despite being nervous/scared about the responsibilities ahead and the change this baby will bring to our lives.