My Name Is Snickerdoodle: Baby, Baby, Baby Part 2


Baby, Baby, Baby Part 2

Looking back on it, our whole hospital experience when by in a whirl wind. Ian stayed with me the first night on the ever so comfortable pull out bed, but by the next night I insisted he go home with Liam and sleep in a comfortable bed. Not that he fought me back on that one. I needed a happy husband!

We had some fabulous family and friends come to visit us during our stay. Everyone brought something completely wonderful and thoughtful for my whole family. Everything from chick-fil-a, pumpkin cheesecake, strawberries (which I was craving), chocolates, double stuffed oreos (which is a tradition started at Liam's birth) to magazines, coloring books and crayons for Liam, and a plethora of fabulous gifts for baby. My favorite gift by far was the flowers Ian had delivered from my favorite florist, Enchanted Florist. They were from all three of my guys! I bawled. I wish we would have thought to take a picture with our good camera instead of the iPhone. However, I am grateful that Ian remembered to take the picture at all!
Amory made us a baby mum for the hospital door (which is currently hung up on the boys bedroom door.) Liam even got a badge (see lower right of the pic) to wear and feel important. Mums are HUGE in Texas so I was happy to feel special, too!

Liam came back with Ian to visit for a few hours the next day. Ian picked him up from preschool after his Halloween Costume Parade. He came into the room still dressed as Buzz Lightyear. Ian said all of the nurses oohed and awed over him and he ate it up with a huge grin on his face.

Liam still won't hold him (even two weeks later), but he will come over and talk to him and give kisses.

{Now I know that grassy green is not complimentary to I-just-gave-birth-and haven't-slept pale complexion!}
{I love that newborn squishiness!}

He is such a good baby, just like Liam was. I hope it stays that way. Most of our nurses were fabulous! We even had a lady from our ward (church) as our discharge nurse. She was kind enough to hook us up with a ton of essentials!

We brought him home in the same outfit that Liam came home in. It's tradition (because I said so) that Ian changes them into their outfit. It's kind of a funny site, because they get so wiggly and Ian has pretty large hands.
Owen had some jaundice when we left so I had to get him check a few days later after we got home. I hadn't found a pediatrician before hand, so I was scrambling to get one over the weekend. I found one super close and I am in love. She is perfect and I know I will switch Liam over to her as well. His count was still pretty high so I needed to up his feedings a bit and make sure he got some sunlight. We went back at the end of week and he was "cured". He eats well, and sleeps fantastic.

Whenever Liam came to the hospital he was perfect angel. It's when we brought Owen home, that his I-am-not-sure-how-I-feel-about-this 3 year old self came out. He wasn't completely horrible, just not the sweet little boy I know him to be. It's gotten better over the last week so hopefully we are on the uphill climb.

Sleep...sometimes I forget what my bed feels like to lay in. But, it's worth it when I see that sweet face looking at me and especially when I smell him in. I must say that we make great smelling babies! I am feeling a little better. I came home swollen and might as well as painted me blue and called me Violet Beauregarde. I have been drinking a ton of water and finally some of the swelling has gone down. While we were in the hospital, Ian's mom and sisters came over and cleaned our house. Ian's mom has come over almost every day since and cleaned and taken care of us. A few wonderful ladies from our church have provided us with the most delicious meals and even Ian's aunt brought a lovely dish and dessert over.

I have been counting my blessings (and keeping track of them on my iTouch). I am a mother of two boys and am loving every minute of it...well, not the projectile poop, an almost 4 year old who's favorite word to me is no, and the bags under my eyes, but you know what I mean!!!

{Sidenote} As most of you know, I prepost some of my entries. It was cracking me up that a bunch of friends and family were confused by this post. They all thought I was crazy for blogging about something non-baby when I was in labor that morning when it posted.


  1. He is adorable and I can't wait to hold him! We should plan a trip after you guys are all settled in...and I've gotten rid of my 12 puppies!

  2. He is so sweet Amy! I wish I lived closer so I could come kiss those sweet cheeks and smell that yummy new born smell. Love ya!

  3. Congrats - what a beautiful family! And I love the baby mum, what a cute idea : )

  4. Sooo cute! They grow so fast, i love the newborn phase. Wish I could hold him

  5. Both of those boys are beautiful!

    And I remember Skyler being COMPLETELY uninterested in and unaware of Shaylin. When she was two weeks old, be walked past her and said, "Hey look, Mom. That baby is still here."

    But as soon as he made her laugh, the bond was set. Ten years later, he still lives to make her laugh.

  6. I'm so happy for you guys! He is so sweet! I love to read birth stories so thanks for sharing Owen's. You are amazing!