Miracles

Miracles, they surround us every day and sometimes we don’t have to look far to see them. I have a miracle of my very own and my heart can’t help but smile every time I look at him. You see, it wasn’t that long ago that my husband and I were told we would not be able to have children on our own measures. We suffered from Male Infertility Factor and my husband’s counts were so low (basically non-existent), in vitro fertilization (or IVF) was our only option to attempt to conceive. I say “attempt” because we were given a less that 40% chance of IVF even working properly for us to conceive, that's how bad our numbers looked on paper. 

After a surgical repair and a couple of months of clomid on my husband’s part, we were set to have a few tests to see if any numbers had changed.  That testing never took place.

Last year on this very day, I found out I was pregnant. Pregnant…a word I never thought I would ever hear. I’d also never seen a positive pregnancy test before and I couldn't believe my eyes, so I took two. My husband couldn't believe it, either!

Now flash forward to exactly a year later...I have a 16 week old who looks JUST like his daddy. Everyone who sees my little guy always says the same thing - "I can't believe how much he looks like his dad!" 

  
Now, think about this.......my child, who wasn't even supposed to be here because of an infertility issue on my husband's part, looks JUST like his dad. If that doesn't tell you something about miracles and the faithfulness of God, I don't know what else will! 

I have to laugh about this day last year because it also happens to be my mom's birthday. We returned home from our Cooperstown, New York trip on a Monday evening last year and I decided to take a test on that Tuesday afternoon. How I found out I was pregnant, then had dinner with my parents on my mom's birthday without saying a word is beyond me!! 

 
Notice the time and date on the photo above and the photo with my mom and I...it was just about an hour apart. How was I even able to keep that news to myself?! Maybe I was still in shock?

Ah well...

Happy Birthday, Mother! There's no crazy secrets this year...but then again, you're already holding your little miracle! :)

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb^. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalm 139:13-14

Brayden's Birth Story Part 2

When I left off with Part 1 of Brayden's Birth Story, I mentioned that I was in for a long night. I sure didn't realize just HOW long of a night....

**Warning, there are a few pictures below that show a little blood. If this makes you queasy, please do not continue reading this recap!**

Around 9 p.m., I received my final dose of cytotek. I was also supposed to receive another dose around midnight, but they were concerned about a few of the baby's heart rate patterns, so they held it. My night nurse was amazing...she was all about natural childbirth and helped me out like you wouldn't believe. I was allowed to walk the halls for a while, which really helped get my contractions going. She also hooked me up to a portable monitor they called "Monica" which allowed me to roam my room without having to be attached to the machine by the bed. (Imagine an EKG type setup on your baby bump with a portable device around your neck.) She also detached me from the IV fluids for a few hours so I could really move around freely. Did I mention that I loved her? Cause I did...

In our conversations, she told me that she actually delivered her sister's fourth child at her sister's home because the midwife didn't make it in time! WOW! I knew I was in good hands! :)

At midnight, I was checked again and informed that I was 80% effaced and baby was low in the pelvis! YAY! We were making progress!

Around this point, I knew I needed a little sleep because the par-tay was about to begin at 3 a.m. when the Pitocin was set to be hung.

At 3 a.m., I was woken up by a different nurse, one I'd never seen before. I remember mumbling something about how wonderful the Monica device was and she agreed. She also checked me again and informed me that I was 1 1/2 cm dilated and my cervix was "thin". I also remember her telling me that I had a "band" at the opening of my cervix and to bear with her while she attempted to stretch it. Yes, you read that right and yes, it was just as painful as it sounds. However, she gave me a bit of good news...since baby was low in the pelvis and I was already completely effaced, I should dilate "fast" and baby would be here in no time. Uhhh...yeah ok.

It was also at this time that the Pitocin began. They started it off at 1 ml per hour which was not bad at all and completely manageable. At 4 a.m., the pit was upped to 2 ml per hour and this was the point where I had to get out of the bed. I attempted to walk the room (definitely a no go), so my next strategy was to find a comfortable laboring position (which wasn't really possible). Comfort and labor do not go hand in hand....who would have thought, right?!

Now, hear me out on this one before you stop reading this recap. In my natural childbirth class, we were instructed to have something to focus on...whether it be calming music, scripture, a saying, a picture...anything to help distract our minds from our current situation. Prior to my whole childbirth experience, I knew I wanted to make my environment one of worship and praise. How better to get through pain than focusing on the one who makes life possible to begin with? Thanks to Amazon Prime/Amazon Music, in the weeks before my due date, I created a playlist and entitled it "Karen's Labor Music". Hah! The melodies of "You Make Me Brave", "Oh, How He Loves Us", "Through It All, My Eyes Are On You...It Is Well...", "No Longer Slaves", and many more played though headphones on a continuous four hour loop through the remainder of my labor process.

At 6 a.m., my night nurse came back in and upped the pit to 4 ml per hour. After an hour of enduring the pit at 4 ml per hour, I knew I couldn't take it at a higher rate. As my night nurse came in to say goodbye and my day nurse (the same as the one from the day before) came in to say hi, I told them both my thoughts - I couldn't handle the pit any higher. They both told me not to worry - the rate was as high as it was going to go and it wouldn't be upped anymore. Whew.

Anyone know how they titrate that rate? Is it based on the mom's tolerance or MD's orders? Also, is it given at a higher rate when a woman has an epidural since she can't feel the contractions? Just curious!

I was also incredibly happy to see that my nurse had changed the settings on Monica from "Early Labor" to "Labor"....just the thought that things were progressing really helped my mental state!

My "most comfortable position" was on the birthing ball at the end of the bed with two pillows stacked on the bed. My head remained face down in the pillows while I breathed through each contraction as we were taught in our childbirth class. I vaguely remember seeing a text from my dad around 6 a.m., but I didn't have the energy to even read it. (I now feel horrible about that.) Around 7 a.m., my dad arrived at the hospital because he was worried something drastic had changed overnight. He also came into the room with McDonald's biscuits (a weakness of mine) and I couldn't even stomach the smell. I don't think he expected to see me in the state I was in and I remember him patting me on the head to ask how things were going. I looked up at him, pulled a headphone out of my ear, told him "this sucks", then put my head back down. I also remember seeing the McDonald's bag and I asked him to take it out of the room because of the smell. I felt bad that he was there so early, but I know the anticipation of meeting his first grandchild was getting to him and he couldn't stand it. :) I was NPO anyway, so I couldn't have a biscuit even if I wanted one, but just the thought of food made me want to vomit.

Around this time, I woke Jason up as I just couldn't do it anymore on my own. He had no clue of the state I was in and immediately set up on the chair behind me to help me through my contractions.

We carried on this way throughout the rest of the day. He informed me at one point that he ate off of a breakfast and a lunch tray in-between my contractions but I was so out of it, I don't even remember that!

At 7 a.m., I was at 2 cm and around 10 a.m., I was at 3 cm. So much for things "going fast", right? Hah! Every time I got up to move and a contraction hit, I grabbed on to the IV pole, but my head on my hands, and breathed through it.

After a mid-day potty stop, I attempted to get on the hands and knees laboring position which was a NO go....so back to the birthing ball I went. I remembered a friend telling me that this was how she was most comfortable but it definitely didn't work for me.

Around noon, I became incredibly nauseated and couldn't hold the few sips of water I drank that morning anymore. Lets just say I was very thankful for those little blue hospital nausea bags. :)

My OB came to my room around 1 p.m. to say hi and check me. Poor thing...I threw up on her, too. Well, not technically ON her but it happened nonetheless. She offered Zofran to me and I accepted it. My day nurse also informed me that I had Stadol on order once per hour if I wanted it. YES, at that point I definitely needed some relief! I received my first dose of Stadol at 12:45 p.m. and for the first time in hours, I felt some relief from my contractions and was actually able to doze off a little. I woke up at 1:30 p.m. and asked for another dose which I received at 1:45 p.m. My nurse checked me again and that dose of Stadol helped relax my body so much, I jumped from 5 cm to 8 cm in 1 hours time. At 2:30 p.m., I woke up again and the contractions returned with vengeance. I began feeling the urge to push. After being checked, I was at a 9 cm, but wasn't progressing to 10 cm because of a lip located on my cervix.

For the next hour I laid in bed in misery, resisting the urge to push. The only way I could describe it to Jason was as if you ate rotten Mexican food and had the worst urge to have a bowel movement but were stuck in a car for an hour with no restroom and you had to hold it in. This is where I'm not happy that my room was so close to the waiting room - my family and friends had to hear my misery right along with me.

Jason went out to get my dad or mom to come give me some encouragement. My dad came in and prayed with me but didn't stay long as I could tell he was upset by my state.  A bit later, my mom came in to check on me and all I remember her saying is, "You know you can get the epidural"! My response..."no no no...get out of here with that!" Hah! I made it that far, I wasn't about to turn back!

Through all of that, the urge to push kept getting stronger and stronger. I told Jason if the doctor didn't get in the room, he was going to have to delivery the baby himself. Hah! Thankfully, my new 3 p.m. nurse came in to say hi and asked if I wanted her to stay with me and help me through the contractions. She also turned the pitocin off, which actually helped those final few contractions be more manageable. You have NO idea how much of a help and comfort she was to me. Simply having another member of the healthcare team in the room with me made me feel so much better. She was also a former Lamaze coach, so that helped a lot as well!

In the meantime, this giant light was lowered from the ceiling and a blue table was rolled into the room!

I remember hearing my nurses mumble something to each other about Brayden being in the posterior position. Unfortunately, I knew what that meant...posterior is what they call a "nosey" baby or "sunny side up". Babies are supposed to be born with their heads tucked and their face down - when Brayden moved into the birth canal, he turned face up. This means when they pass through the birth canal, their necks are craned back with their chin up. It IS possible to delivery babies vaginally this way, but it's much more difficult on the mom, baby, and healthcare team.

If it had to happen to someone, it was going to happen to me...of course.

Almost go time!

Friends and family waiting to hear his first cries! :)

Around 3:30 p.m., my Doctor arrived and we began attempting to push. After several unsuccessful attempts, she stopped and mentioned a few other options - either an epidural to help me labor down some more on my own or a c-section due to the baby's posterior presentation.

Here's where my respect level for my Doctor rose to an even higher level - she didn't even give me a chance to answer. She said no, she didn't want to do that to me since I had labored naturally for so long on my own....so for the next hour and a half, she sat there with me while I pushed, tried new positions, pushed, and pushed some more through each contraction.

Eventually, I remember her saying that she could see the head and I jokingly asked if she could just use the vacuum to get the baby out. I had reached the point where I felt as if I just didn't have anything left in my tank. Her response? "Oh girl! I ain't going nowhere near that vacuum!" HAH! Brayden's heart rate remained incredibly stable through it all and he never once had any problems during the delivery process.

At exactly 5 p.m. on 4/5/16, Brayden Paul made his grand entrance into the world!

After he was born, my nurse warned me that she was turning the Pitocin back on to help with the delivery of the placenta. The thought scared me to no end. I looked at the IV pole and noticed that the rate was now at 75 ml per hour where as it was at 4 ml per hour before (when I could barely stand it). I remember making a comment to the nurse about the new rate and how crazy it was that I couldn't feel it at all!

The nurses also convinced Jason to cut the cord and I was VERY proud of him! We'd talked about it all through my pregnancy and he always refused (blood and guts freak him out), so I was incredibly shocked when he said yes. Yay Jason!!

I vaguely remember the next part but I know I laid there a bit longer while I was being stitched up. They also gave Brayden to me for a little skin to skin contact. I've heard that you forget the pain once you see your baby's face...well let me tell you - I didn't forget and I still haven't forgotten! Hah!

I had to laugh at the shape of his head. Poor kid....sunny side up baby!

About half an hour after he was born, Jason and I were given a little alone time with Brayden. We didn't spend much time alone though because we were so excited to introduce him to all our friends and family who were anxiously awaiting his arrival!

Our parents holding Brayden for the first time. So sweet and special!

Before long, it was time for his bath and we had to give him back. He did not like and still does not like baths! Hah!

About 2 hours after his delivery, our room was packed up and we were taken to the postpartum area. Oh yes, my labor and delivery nurse from the night before was back for another shift and came in to say goodbye to me. She gave me a huge hug and told me that she was proud of me. I thought that was really sweet of her!

While being wheeled to my postpartum room, I commented to my nurse how grateful I was for my Doctor. She agreed and said that not many Doctors would have done what mine did with me. Most would have taken one of the alternate routes like mine mentioned during delivery. So. Grateful.

Not only was Brayden born on 4/5/16 at 5 p.m., but he was also born on the Astros first game of the season which they won 5-3 against the Yankees! I think 5 is Brayden's lucky number! :)

This is getting incredibly wordy, so I'll complete the third and final part of his Birth Story Recap tomorrow! :)

Thanks for sticking around and following along! :)

Brayden's Birth Story Part 1

I have a confession to make - I had every intention of writing Brayden's birth story long before now, but I had to wait until I could think about the entire process without having the overwhelming urge to cry. By cry, I don't mean crying as in a sad way, I mean as in a "I can't believe that actually happened and it's all  over" kind of cry. I also wasn't fully prepared for the emotional deficit I would feel post birth. Don't get me wrong - I'm fine 90% of the time. Occasionally though (like this past weekend), I have moments where the smallest thing or most random thought will set me into a crazy spiral of tears. Yes, this is all part of the post-birth process but I honestly was not fully prepared to experience these emotions. I'm overjoyed and through the moon to be Brayden's mom and I am so happy to have him here, but the void of 9 months of pregnancy hormones is such a strange feeling. Sadly, it's not something that's talked about often and I really think it should be. So, if you're a new mom, know that you are NOT ALONE in your feelings! It's completely normal to have random outbursts of tears, even if you can't explain why.

(Please note - I am not a doctor....if you feel as if you are experiencing the signs and symptoms of postpartum depression, please contact your healthcare provider! There are so many resources and support groups available!)

 Now, onto Brayden's birth story! I'm breaking this up into separate posts because it's long and I don't want to leave out important details! :)

I didn't initially share this with many people, but I went into this whole labor and delivery process with the idea of a natural, as medication free as possible childbirth experience. I discussed my wishes with my OB and she agreed to allow me to go a few days beyond my due date, as long as my blood pressure and baby were still ok. We tentatively scheduled an induction date for Monday night, April 4th for cytotek followed by pitocin and delivery on April 5th, which would put me at 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant. She wasn't very optimistic that I would go into labor on my own but I wanted to give my body the full chance!

Prior to my due date, I spent the weeks and months taking natural childbirth classes, watching videos on youtube, and reading blogs of others experiences. I also had dinner with and discussed in depth details with several friends of mine who had medication free childbirths.

The weekend before Brayden's birth, I tried every old wives tale in the book to help induce labor (minus drinking castor oil...gross) as I truly did not want to have an induction. I walked with my husband, mom, and dad, climbed stairs two by two at my parents house, gave myself a foot massage, made labor inducing cookies from a recipe found on google, drank red raspberry leaf tea, ate spicy Mexican food...I even had my dad take me for a ride up and down a local street full of dips and bumps!

Despite my efforts, nothing seemed to be working. Going into the whole thing, I was barely effaced and only 1 cm dilated per my previous OB appt the week before.

On Sunday night, I had Jason take a final picture of me in my weekly getup, this time at 40 weeks pregnant. Somehow, I knew in the back of my mind that something would take place that night!

I also posted this picture to instagram on Sunday night, knowing it was our final night at home as a family of four (me, Jason, and our two doggies) as I was scheduled to arrive at the hospital on Monday evening at 8 p.m. to begin the induction process.

However, at 2:30 a.m. on Monday morning, I woke up to use the restroom and after freaking out over what I now assume was my mucous plug (sorry if that's TMI), my water broke. With my adrenaline pumping a hundred miles an hour, I debated waking up my husband. It was so crazy for me to think that  our lives were about to change forever! I did wake him up to let him know what was going on but I told him not to freak out as I was planning on counting contractions for a little while.

My initial plan was to labor at home as long as possible, count contractions, and go into the hospital when they became at the 5:1:1 rule.  I also knew I was in a race against the clock as I'd always heard that once your water broke, you had 24 hours to deliver. 

Mild contractions did begin, ranging from 6-8 minutes apart, lasting 45 seconds each. I kept track of them on an app on my phone while eating a few peanut butter crackers. If all went as I expected it to, I wasn't sure when I would be allowed to eat again.

After a little walking around my living room, I decided to try and get a little more shut-eye as I always read of the importance of sleeping during early labor.

However, after counting contractions for an hour and a half, I drifted off to sleep and was startled awake 12 minutes later when I realized I HADN'T had a contraction in a while. Crap.

After walking around my living room, I couldn't get them to resume. At this point, it was 5 a.m. and after texting a friend of mine for advice I woke Jason up again and told him it was time to go into the hospital.

Bags packed, ready to go!

Leaving as two....returning as three. It hit me as I walked out of this door for the last time, that my husband and I would soon return with a little one and that thought blew my mind! How crazy the past 40 weeks flew by so fast!

We arrived at the hospital and as funny as this sounds, we had no idea where to go. Since my water was broken, should we go to the ER or just day surgery as planned? Well, my logical side won out and we ended up in the Day Surgery/admitting area around 5:45 a.m.

After waiting about 10 minutes, we were called over to the desk by a very puzzled receptionist as it had in the computer that we weren't supposed to be there until 8 p.m. that evening. The look on her face when I told her my water broke was quite comical and that's when the ball began rolling!

In no time, I was assigned a room on the labor and delivery floor which was conveniently located near the waiting room.

After being hooked up to the monitors, I was informed that I was indeed having mild contractions that were around 5-6 minutes apart although I couldn't feel anything.

They started an IV and IV fluids and had the doctor on call come by to see me. I was sad my OB wasn't in town that day but was told that the on call OB was good with "natural" patients. After being checked, he informed me that I was barely a 1 cm dilated and hardly effaced at all (same as the week before). He wanted to do a swab check to be sure my water was indeed broken, so they ordered one and it definitely returned positive. I was also informed that my water broke on what they call a "green" or "unripened" cervix (although nothing I did the day before "caused" my water to break...it's just something that happened).

I was given several options by the on call OB:
#1 - Do nothing but hang out at the hospital and see if my contractions picked up throughout the day on their own. (Definitely no going home since my water was indeed broken.)
#2 - Start cytotek to get help my cervix thin out and see if that would jump start my labor.
#3 - Begin pitocin and deliver that day. (He said, "you're 40 weeks, aren't you ready to be done??") Hah!

I honestly didn't care for ANY of those options but knew I was in a race against the clock. I was also shocked to find out that he was willing to give me 48 hours of labor prior to delivery despite my water being broken since I was in a "controlled" environment and could have antibiotics if need be. My biggest fear was that my OB would return the next morning and say "oh, your water has been broken for more than 24 hours...let's do a c-section". Thankfully, I was reassured by the nurses that my OB wasn't like that and all should be ok.

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I began taking cytotek at 8:45 that morning, then spent a majority of the day walking in the room, napping, and hanging out on the exercise/birthing ball. Cytotek is a pill (I didn't know that) which is given in divided doses throughout the day.

We also spent a good portion of the day watching baseball as it was opening day! The Astros were supposed to play that day but the game was delayed until the following day due to rain.

I was so hopeful that the cytotek would really get things moving along but should have known something was up when a lunch tray was delivered to my room. *sigh

My dad came up at lunch time with a miniature glove and baseball which was SO incredibly cute (it was opening day after all)! We decided it would be fun to have Brayden's visitors sign the baseball once he was born! 

After realizing that the fun wasn't actually happening that day, my dad went back to work and Jason and I spent the remainder of the afternoon napping. 

Around 4 p.m., I was checked and informed that the cytotek was working (I was feeling contractions, too) and was 70% effaced, still 1 cm dilated. The cytotek was given in divided doses throughout the day, every four hours.

I also had a few afternoon/night time visitors who stopped by to say hello. At this point, I was having occasional contractions I had to breathe through but it wasn't bad at all (as you can see by my face)! Hah!

I also wore my Goofy challenge headband to remind myself I COULD do this! With the support of my husband and the nurses, I knew I was in for a long night but stayed positive and took it one moment at a time.

Stay tuned for part 2, when the REAL fun began! 

**If you'd like to read part 2 and part 3, click on the links provided.**

Welcome Brayden!

On Tuesday, April 5, 2016 at 5 p.m., Jason and I welcomed our son Brayden Paul into the world! The whole experience was insane, crazy, and overwhelming all at the same time - I can't wait to share it with you guys! I was 40 weeks and 4 days on his arrival!

Brayden Paul - 8 pounds, 2 ounces; 21 3/4 inches long! 

He's a Mickey fan already! :)

Stay tuned for the labor and delivery story coming soon! :)

Easter Weekend Happenings

Happy Monday! Yep, baby boy and I are still hanging out over here, just waiting for something to happen! :) We had a fantastic Easter weekend with family and although Jason had to work, we managed to see him a bit, too!

My weekend began with a half day of work on Thursday! My dogs were groomed that day, so Jason and I had a late lunch, grocery shopped, then picked up our girls.

We sent this picture to our parents via text and said, "We have an announcement to make..." A little late for that, yes? Whoops! :)

Our girls after being groomed - I love it when they are both nice, clean, and have less hair!

On Good Friday, I slept in pretty late for me as I had a rough night the night before. I'm trying to absorb all the sleep now while I can!  We spent the afternoon split between the bank (did you know they are open on Good Friday cause I sure didn't!), a late lunch, and a little time with my dad. Overall, it was a good day!

 Friday officially made one week until my due date! (Now, we are at 5 days!)

I also worked on making this dessert for Saturday's family get together - I'll definitely share the recipe soon, but it was delicious!!!

On Friday night, my friend Kim and I saw the movie Miracles from Heaven. I CRIED through 75% of this movie and so did half the theater so I know it wasn't just the pregnancy hormones (although I do know that contributed)! This seriously is a great movie! 

Saturday morning was a super productive day as I ran an errand for my dad, stopped by Michaels for a frame, then came home and made these delicious Cadbury chocolate brownies. Again, I'll share the recipe soon! (They were AMAZING!) 

We spent the afternoon with Jason's family for lunch and an egg hunt which was super fun! 

 I loved watching my niece open each egg to see the "surprise" inside...so cute!

Saturday also happened to be my parent's 39th wedding anniversary! We had dinner at OCharley's followed by cake at their house!

Oh yes, and the Easter bunny also visited their house and "dropped off" baskets for Jason and I! Yes, we still get Easter Baskets from the Easter Bunny and I love it! My basket is even vintage...it's been in use since I was 2ish years old! :)

 
On Sunday morning, I helped in the coffee shop which was probably my last time for a while. Since our church is under construction after major flooding back in December, we've been holding our services in the Kids Building. We've also had to split to two Sunday morning services as the Kids Building doesn't near hold everyone for just one service. For Easter Sunday, we also had overflow rooms where the service was being live-streamed from the Sanctuary. Overall, I do have to say that everything came together and worked out great without any major hiccups! 

The coffee special of the day was a Chocolate Bunny Latte, although the bunny turned into a chicken peep instead! It still worked...and was super cute, too!

Another tradition on Easter Sunday for our church is the flowering of the cross. This symbolizes new life after Jesus' death on the cross on Good Friday. Everyone in attendance on Easter Sunday morning has the opportunity to place a flower on the cross and although it takes a while, it's one of the most beautiful and touching moments I've ever seen.

As I was placing my flower on the cross, the realization of how far Jason and I have come in just one short year really hit me and I became overwhelmed with emotion. Last year at this time, we were in the middle of our infertility journey, full of uncertainty, and had no clue where the future would take us. Jason's surgery was a month later...would it work? Would we be able to conceive on our own? Now here we are, exactly one year later...just days away from delivering our baby boy! Call it what you want, but I know where my hope lies...and it's in a God who is faithful and answers prayer!

Needless to say, one of those "emotional hormonal moments" that I discussed in my pregnancy update on Thursday hit me and I couldn't stop crying. Easter Sunday mess, I tell ya! Hah!

With the cross from our first service!

Lunch on Sunday afternoon was with my dad (Just him and I because my mom and Jason both had to work). We drove all over town and finally found something open (besides OCharleys which we had the night before). I'm always up for McAlisters, so why not?! :)

On Sunday afternoon, my high school friend and bridesmaid in my wedding came over for a visit. We got to catch up and discuss all things OB. It was great visiting with her!

After she left, I had an interesting dinner. For some reason, the thought of a PB, banana, and honey sandwich came to my mind. I hadn't eaten one of those since I was like...12 maybe? It was good, although I don't think I'll have another any time soon! As you can see, Madalynn enjoys being a little beggar! I also enjoyed some of the remaining strawberry dessert from the day before and again, there's Madalynn. She's so funny!

 I spent the rest of my afternoon/evening on the exercise ball, trying to encourage this little boy to get going!

We'll see if it works! :)

Have a super Monday!

How was your weekend? Did you do anything fun for Easter?