meeting the metchos

Today Baby Wyatt met the Metchos!  Auntie Cari had been DYING to get over and see our sweet boy and with donuts and coffee in hand, she made this morning!  Little Guy was way excited to see his buddy Jack and loved that Mads brought him an Elmo balloon!  We can't wait for Baby Wyatt to get special Metcho cuddles and love, our boys are so lucky to have such wonderful people care about them!

ER Visit

Today we took Mr. Wyatt Bear to the Emergency Room...I didn't handle this well, I was crying while the tech took his vitals.  I just couldn't believe that at 4 days old my baby could maybe need medical attention, the thought alone was enough to send me into a complete panic...I am happy to report that Mr. Wyatt was just fine, nothing to be worried about, but I am so glad we went and put any concerns to rest.  I was a little offended when the check in clerk assumed this was my first baby or at least my first boy since I was such a basket case and bringing him in to the ER...no mam, he's not my first baby, but I'll be damned if he's my first baby to have anything hurt him that I could have prevented... Gigi and Auntie stayed with Little Guy and after a lengthy phone consult between the local ER doc and the pediatric doc on staff in the neighboring town, we were sent on our way with peace of mind, something you can't put a price on for new parents.  Now we just have to get his jaundice in check and we'll be smooth sailing from there!

happy anniversary

Today we celebrated our FIFTH wedding anniversary!!!! We also took Wyatt to his follow up appointment, so we made a little date of it and had a celebatory lunch at BJs! I can't believe how fast five years went by! I feel blessed everyday that I get to journey through this crazy life with my husband by my side. Here's to many more adventures, memories, and love!!!!

Our shared anniversary dessert!

4th of july

We celebrated Baby Wyatt's first 4th of July and his second day being in the world with a little BBQ at our house.  People said I was crazy for hosting a BBQ TWO days postpartum, but Little Guy was pretty jazzed to have the company and who can ever pass up sparklers!  Our first guest of the day was Uncle Luke!  He stopped by to meet his new nephew and wrestle around with Little Guy.  Next up we had Gigi, Papa, Auntie, Mark, Peyton, Auntie Erin, Uncle Greg, Lizzy, Cary, and Uncle Sam over, phew!  Baby Wyatt was decked out in his patriotic gear so we tried to capture some cute photos...it's tricky to sit in a chair when you're only two days old.  Auntie Erin and Uncle Greg got to meet the babe for the first time and Lizzy Bug is obsessed even more with baby bellies now that Baby Wyatt is here (time to have another one Auntie Erin!).  It was a great low key celebration, and a good way to kick off a busy month!

Just Hours Old

Little Guy came to meet his little brother this morning (just 5 hours old!) and we had him make the announcement to his Gigi, Papa, Grandma, and Grandpa.  He was really excited to bring the balloon out to the waiting room and even more excited with everyone's reaction- I am pretty sure they were shrieking over the excitement of the new baby but Little Guy soaked it all up and there's nothing wrong with that either!  We spent the day in the hospital, working on nursing and getting all the newborn testing out of the way.  Mr. Wyatt passed his hearing and jaundice testing and just enjoyed being held by his mommy and daddy.  Little Guy spent the day with Gigi and Papa, playing with his new big brother toy (a multiple story racetrack) and enjoying the individual attention.  There has been such a remarkable difference with my pain and immediate recovery and I am feeling really great (although I hate to say that out loud!).  I am still very vocal about staying on my pain killer regiment, wanting to keep any and all pain at bay, but I am up and about, and looking forward to snuggle both my boys together.  Today we had visits from Great Grandma & Grandpa, Great Uncle Brian, Auntie, Mark, Peyton, and all the grandparents!

                                           

Happy Birthday Wyatt Clark DeTar

Our littlest family member has arrived!  It was an amazing, although slightly dramatic, experience that I am still a little in awe of.  We started our Monday (July 1st) with a trip to train town with Gigi, Auntie Cari, Jack-Jack, Madison, and Jack.  I knew I was feeling contractions here and there before we left, but I didn't think anything of it since I was still six days away from my due date. The contractions were strong enough to stop me in my tracks at train town, but nothing I couldn't breath through while riding the Ferris wheel :)  We hit up lunch afterwards and then I drove myself home.  My mom kept asking me if I was sure I didn't need to go to the doctor's office and I just knew I wasn't in labor (ha ha) so I sent her on her way.  I decided after naps to time the contractions just to prove to myself that I wasn't in labor...they were about eight minutes apart but not consistent, so I took a nap with Little Guy.  Daddy came home and we all went swimming before having BLTs for dinner.  We put Little Guy to bed and the contractions kept on coming.  We decided to call my mom just in case and she came over around 9PM.  By then, the contractions were closer together, but still manageable at home, so I kept laboring in our house, although at the time I think I was still in denial that I was actually in labor.  I called Labor and Delivery sometime around 11PM and they told me to come in if I thought they were getting more intense or closer together.  At that point, I decided we had to go to the doctor's and we had to go NOW.  Gabe wanted to shave ( I shot that idea down!) and take some home video of me working through a few contractions on our bathroom floor...once we got the car packed, we realized I had misplaced my keys and I was out of gas...so we unpacked the car and loaded up in Gabe's truck!  We made it to the hospital, not without me coercing Gabe to run a red light and Gabe driving through the ENTIRE section of handicapped parking and 3-point parking the truck before we started the trek to the second floor L&D.  I can't figure out why they put L&D so far from the parking lot!  We had to buzz security to let us in and of course I had a contraction right when they opened the doors.  When we finally checked in at 12:30 AM on July 2, 2013, I was in awe of the young woman behind me who appeared to be checking in to a spa, not about to give birth- I was hunched over the counter attempting to not strangle the receptionist who was asking me WAY too many not important questions and requesting a urine sample...I am not sure if they weren't hearing me, I AM IN LABOR, I am not in any shape to do a urine sample!!!  My goal was to arrive at the hospital dilated past a 4...and guess what, I was a SEVEN!  This ended up being a curse, as I later informed my sister, I should have come in at a one.  I was checked in and promptly requested my epidural.  And then I waited...and waited....and waited...and while I waited, I screamed, cried, yelled, begged, and pleaded for my epidural!  Well, other emergencies on the floor complicated matters and I never got that epidural.  My sister told me she knew right away when she walked in and knew how far along I was and still without drugs that I wasn't getting them- however, she kept telling me she was sure they were on their way.  I am pretty sure our nurse Mel wanted to kill me, I know Gabe and Katie could have killed me, and honestly, I could have killed myself I was in so much pain.  I kept refusing a check from the nurse, afraid she would tell me I was at a 10 and ready to push...finally I couldn't hold her off, and sure enough, I was a 10 and ready to push without drugs....I think I may have gotten three good pushes for every ten counts from Katie and Gabe, and after a few minutes, my water broke, shooting straight across the room (missing Katie by inches).  From that point it was on, its head was out and I felt like my body was being tortured beyond anything I was capable of handling.  I may have requested to be put under and the baby cut out, but thank goodness the good doctors, nurses, and coaches have their wits about them and deny ridiculous requests from the crazy pregnant ladies!  Gabe and Katie were cheering me on through every contraction, assuring me they could see a head and I was so close to meeting my sweet little baby.  With one more good round of pushing, Baby Wyatt was born, straight into the hands of his Daddy and Auntie with no doctor in sight.  Dr. Clause came in about 5 minutes after he was born ready to facilitate everything that comes post birth.  That final push was the most glorious feeling- I felt like a cloud had been lifted, the lights brightened, and I was ready to party.  I immediately apologized for my outlandish behavior and requested to see my sweet baby.  It was a stark difference from Wesley's birth when I was too exhausted to even sit up after he was born- this time around I was ready to nurse my sweet newborn from the first second he was here and I couldn't believe we had made it through the this whole ordeal drug free.  As soon as he was born, Gabe told me "I was right, I knew it, it's a boy!  His BS is huge...." and I couldn't believe that Little Guy was going to have a little brother to run and play with.  I was so nervous my whole pregnancy that it would be impossible to love another baby as much as I love Little Guy and just like my mom said, it is possible and I feel so blessed to be a mother to the two most precious baby boys I have ever held in my arms.

Mr. Wyatt Clark DeTar was born on Tuesday, July 2, 2013 at 2:57AM.  Weighing 7 pounds 13 ounces and 20.5 inches long, he is just a perfect peanut!!

Train Town

If I am being honest, I am writing this post two months late...I haven't had a minute to sit down and recap the day leading up to Mr. Wyatt Bear's birth until now!  But, without further ado, here it is:
We decided to hit up train town with Auntie Cari, Madison, Jack, and Jackson.  Auntie Cari was watching Jackson for a few days while his mommy and daddy went to Aruba!  We had planned on doing something fun and when the weather was slated to be 100 degrees plus, we decided an early morning trip to Train Town was just what we needed.  I had asked Gigi a few weeks earlier to go with us since I knew I would be tired and need some help getting Little Guy on and off the train.  As soon as we all met up in Fairfield, I was met with a chorus of "Oh my gosh, you've dropped!"  I had just seen my mom 15 hours earlier for a Sunday night BBQ and she was shocked at how different I looked.  I felt different too- I almost felt not as pregnant if that's possible, the weight had shifted and while I was still very uncomfortable, I wasn't feeling as heavy.  I was also pretty sure I was having contractions but for some reason I was in denial that I could be having this baby early. Train Town was a blast.  Little Guy loved the train and playing with his buddies.  I had to take frequent breaks when a contraction would come, but I was able to breath through it and keep going...  Here are pictures from our last outing before we were to meet Mr. Wyatt Bear!

Little Guy and his Gigi boarding the train

Little Guy and Mads during the train pit stop

Little Guy and his buddy Jack

All four kiddos in Train Town jail

Little Guy in the tiny Train Town schoolhouse

This is what pooped out looks like!