She took it like a champ!

Today the stunning miss Cailyn received her first round of vaccinations. The whole way to the doctor's office I kept saying, "She is going to be so sad when she gets her shots." And Cailyn proved to me that she is much tougher then she looks. Everything at the doctor's office went well and she is in the 95th percentile on the growth chart which means she's growing fantastically! :) She weighed in at a little over 11 lbs. and now is a little over 24 in. long (she is going to be super tall!) When it came time for the shots, Ian held her down for me. She cried a little but not a whole lot, she cries worse when she has to wait a few seconds for food. She got 3 in total, they all contained more then one vaccine, and then one was orally administered. She seemed to like the oral one because she slurped it up. All in all she took it like a champ and not even 10 seconds after her shots she was smiling away. She is such a happy baby that even trips to the doctor's office are pleasant. :)
Little does Cailyn know....




(My Poor Padawan!)


(Ouch!)


(All Better!)

A Day in The Life

So to kick off the blog I thought I would start by saying that I will update this time and Cailyn permitting.

Cailyn is a burst of beautiful radiant sunshine and energy! She has to be one of the most alert babies I have ever come across which is why when she isn't busy eating, sleeping or being changed she is showing us her happy personality. One of my favorite parts of the day is when Cailyn awakens from a long nap. She lays on the boppi and stretches and then becomes my most reliable source of entertainment. Here are some pictures I took yesterday. She is getting so big and long I fear our "boppi time" will be reduced to laying on the bed or floor....but for now I am loving it!

It's A Girl!

The Story of Cailyn Brena

On Friday, December 12, I began to experience terrible back pains. I assumed they were caused by all the lifting I did the day before. My pain continued on until late Sunday night when I decided I couldn't wait to go to the doctor's the next day (To Find Out How far along I was and to see what was up with my back) and needed to go to the hospital in case I was in labor. My Mom, Ian and I rushed to the hospital around 10pm and upon arriving I discovered I was in labor (I thought it was supposed to hurt more). They quickly sent me to labor and delivery for a check up to find out how far along I was and all that good stuff. To my surprise it was quickly announced that I was in fact in labor, had been since Friday, and already 8cm dialated. It was scarey and so much to take in. Thankfully I had Ian there every step of the way. It was so surreal. They took me to a delivery room filled with nurses getting everything ready. Then they started to examine me which was not so fun and poor Ian had to see me in ways that I never thought he would have to :P The doctor broke my water and then it began.....

I waited and waited for blood work and an epideral that never came. So natural labor was my option. For what seemed an eternity I pushed and pushed, screamed and cried. But nothing happened. While pushing Ian, my hero, was completely amazing. Never would I have been able to do any of that without him. Finally around 7am my dialation had gone down and was able to *drumroll* get the epideral. It was all up hill from there, for the most part. They started pumping me full of the drug that induces labor to get me fully dialated again. The poked and prodded me and inserted some cords and what have yous to the babies head and stuck me with an oxygen mask, so needless to say I was in complete comfort all day LOL. Looking back on this day/night Ian really sticks out the most in my mind because he gave me the strength I needed to make it through. He was at my every call even when I wasn't calling.

Finally when I wasn't dialating anymore they decided that I would have to have a C-Section. I was somewhat relieved that I would be getting the cords out of me but scared because I was anemic and may have not done so well with the blood loss. It all went very quickly after that. They switched me from bed to bed *tear* and then I was separated from Ian. I went into the operating room where I was given more pain stuff and then finally Ian was allowed in. He sat and held my hand and then it began. It was weird to not feel anything at all but feel people tugging around in your belly. I just layed there praying that nothing went wrong and that the baby was safe. I just kept looking at Ian which kept me from completely freaking out because he just kept telling me how much he loved me. Then when they seemed to be having difficulty getting the baby out I heard a muffled cry then 3 people pushed at my stomach so intensely I thought for sure something was up then blood splattered on Ian and the cutest cries started to fill the room.

It was a Girl! Born Monday, December 15 at 3:33 pm, 8lbs 15ozs, 20 3/4 in, Ian was taken over to where she was and I layed there with my eyes closed just listening to her cry and still praying that she was healthy and alright. They started to stitch me up and the pain meds really did a number on me as I was just talking away with the doctors and one of the only things I remember then was them singing a queen song. Then I went into the recovery room for a few hours. I just layed there hoping the medicine would hurry up and wear off so I could get into a room. After that it was a whole lot of recovering. Ian went above and beyond his boyfriend duties and I know I am the luckiest girl in the world to have him.

When we finally got to the nursery and I got to hold her it was completely surreal. Looking at her and how beautiful and perfect she was and that Ian and I made her. Its unexplainable to Love someone so much who you just met. Her baby smell and her baby noises are pure heaven on earth. I am so thankful that everything went so smoothly, that she is here and healthy. It still doesn't seem real but I know that everything will work out the way it is meant to.