Showing posts with label Nicholas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nicholas. Show all posts
Thursday, June 14, 2012
1 Year
That's it. One year. How quickly it passes and how much can change but stay exactly the same! Nora still adores her baby brother and Nicholas thinks his sissy can do no wrong. Both make my heart go thump thump!!!
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Silly Faces and Spit Bubbles
Is it wrong that I just want to eat these two up! Nicholas is finding his faces and the reaction he gets from us when he makes them. Nora, well, she always has a funny face to share.
I personally love the spit bubble on his chin.
Classic Nora Funny Face
Mommy getting in on the fun...and yes...Nora took this picture. Maybe a budding photographer?
Monday, November 07, 2011
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Swing
So Nicholas turned 4 months and we hooked up the swing for him. I am not sure if he is sold on it, but Nora sure did love pushing him!
As for the big man...well he is 16 lbs, 8.5 oz and 25.5 inches. The 75-90th percentiles in both areas. Not too shabby! He completely amazes me. He's been rolling over, both ways, for a month or more now, sings the best songs and will chew you out in a second if you aren't paying enough attention to him! And mostly...well...he completes this family.
As for the big man...well he is 16 lbs, 8.5 oz and 25.5 inches. The 75-90th percentiles in both areas. Not too shabby! He completely amazes me. He's been rolling over, both ways, for a month or more now, sings the best songs and will chew you out in a second if you aren't paying enough attention to him! And mostly...well...he completes this family.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Fun at the Zoo
Labor Day was one of the first beautiful days in forever. So what is a family to do. Well go to the zoo of course!! Nicholas loved being outside all day and Nora just loved showing her brother the zoo! I loved baby Jenny, the newest addition to the zoo. Just the cutest little giraffe ever, especially when she was sticking her tongue out at us! Great day.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
BFFs
Long ago (okay...3 or so years) Nora became fast friends with a young lady named Ruby. Since they have remained best friends. A few short months ago these two young ladies introduced their new brothers to each other with the hopes they would soon become fast friends and future BFFs. So far it is looking pretty good!
Nicholas and CJ having one of many conversations soon to come!
Nicholas and CJ having one of many conversations soon to come!
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Welcome Nicholas George (Bird Queen)
Yes, welcome indeed little-big man. Looking at you for the first time was like looking at your sister when she was born. You have many similarities. Those lips are the first thing I noticed. Same pucker and pout as big sis and every bit as kissable!
Of course you do have some very distinguishing features. Especially the large heart shaped birthmark on your forehead. You also have some on your eyes, back and stomach. Don't worry, the doctor said they will all fade in a couple months and not be at all visible in a year. So expect we will be taking some pictures of those while you have them because, let's face it, how many little boys have a big ole heart on the middle of their head??!!
Nicholas George Marquez
May 25, 2011
7:32pm
9 pounds, 7 ounces
20 7/8 inches
Cute as hell!
PS - We are not completely sure of the deep hidden meaning of Bird Queen. The only thing we do know is this is what your sister has called you. One day you'll have to ask her.
Of course you do have some very distinguishing features. Especially the large heart shaped birthmark on your forehead. You also have some on your eyes, back and stomach. Don't worry, the doctor said they will all fade in a couple months and not be at all visible in a year. So expect we will be taking some pictures of those while you have them because, let's face it, how many little boys have a big ole heart on the middle of their head??!!
Nicholas George Marquez
May 25, 2011
7:32pm
9 pounds, 7 ounces
20 7/8 inches
Cute as hell!
PS - We are not completely sure of the deep hidden meaning of Bird Queen. The only thing we do know is this is what your sister has called you. One day you'll have to ask her.
New Arrivals & Bigger Families
On Wednesday, May 25 we welcomed the newest member of our family...baby Nicholas. It was quite the day. I cannot really say eventful since most of it was just sitting around waiting for his arrival...but interesting it was...at least for me.
I was huge. For months I was asked if I was having multiples or if the doctor thought we were really having such a big baby. I was so frustrated. When the doctor mentioned induction, I jumped at the chance to have this boy a week or even a day early. A day it ended up being. Finally, I was going to evict Nicholas on May 25, exactly one day prior to his long awaited due date. Ironically, Nora was also born one day before her due date...I must have a thing for that.
May 25th arrived and we headed off to the hospital early in the morning. I was quickly having contractions thanks to the pitocin cocktail they gave me. Well, the adventure starts. This kid was not liking the idea of being forced to come out. During each contraction his heart rate would drop significantly. The concern was that he was laying on his umbilical cord and breaking his bag of water was putting too much pressure on him. So we slow things down and re-pumped my body full of saline. This worked. He started tolerating the contractions much better, although still not perfectly. We moved forward. I quickly responded to the medicine at this point and dilated to a 9 somewhere around 1pm. Here we go, not too bad of a day, I can do this.
What I did not know is that he refused to drop. So my body was ready but Nicholas was playing by his rules. So once again, they slowed my labor with the hopes the contractions I was having would naturally push him down. So there I sat...again...for hours.
Somewhere in between the "9" and starting to push, his heart rate continued to drop here and there. Although they tried to hide it, there were a couple times the nurses and residents would rush into the room only to play the old "something must have been up with the computer" trick.
Still I wanted to try this the "old fashion way" and push this kid through my vagina. The doctor showed up and agreed to let me push. This was about 6pm. I was already exhausted from laying in bed since the wee early hours of the morning and Nicholas had refused to do any of this on his own (is this foreshadowing anything).
30-45 minutes of pushing...fail. Baby turned from "sunny side up" position 3 times...fail. Baby predicted to be the size of a small whale (this is true, my last sonogram averaged him at 9lbs, 12oz)...fail. Doc said it was time to consider a c-section...fail.
Honestly, I was all that upset about the c-section...I was tired and ready for this production to be over. I was; however, completely freaking out about the thought of surgery...this was a first for me. And of all the times to have a first, this would result in the work of taking care of a small person and being cut open. YIKES.
Okay...my first experience in the operating room was a trip. Did you know they actually do a "roll call"? I kind of felt like I was on candid camera. The room was bright and white and buzzing with people. With all the drugs it was a little like an out of body experience...my eyes were wide open but my mind and body were somewhere else completely. I tried my best to focus on why I was there (baby Nicholas) but sometimes all I could focus on was why I was there (cutting me from one side of my uterus to the next). After some tugging and pulling, Nicholas entered the world at 7:32pm...I know this only for the picture of the clock I forced George to take. I start hearing conversations about something like layers of stitches and staple guns. I was out...fade to black.
Next thing I remember is being asked if I wanted to feed my new baby while in the recovery room. Well, scared I would miss out on something I agreed to it. Needless to say I could not keep my eyes open and was not really sure I could even hold a feather in my hand much less a squirmy hungry baby, but I nursed that baby for the first time. Thank you God for not letting me drop my precious baby onto the floor within minutes of his birth.
The best part of the whole evening finally came at about 9:30pm. The first meeting of Nora and her little brother, Nicholas. Needless to say it was love at first sight!!!!
I was huge. For months I was asked if I was having multiples or if the doctor thought we were really having such a big baby. I was so frustrated. When the doctor mentioned induction, I jumped at the chance to have this boy a week or even a day early. A day it ended up being. Finally, I was going to evict Nicholas on May 25, exactly one day prior to his long awaited due date. Ironically, Nora was also born one day before her due date...I must have a thing for that.
May 25th arrived and we headed off to the hospital early in the morning. I was quickly having contractions thanks to the pitocin cocktail they gave me. Well, the adventure starts. This kid was not liking the idea of being forced to come out. During each contraction his heart rate would drop significantly. The concern was that he was laying on his umbilical cord and breaking his bag of water was putting too much pressure on him. So we slow things down and re-pumped my body full of saline. This worked. He started tolerating the contractions much better, although still not perfectly. We moved forward. I quickly responded to the medicine at this point and dilated to a 9 somewhere around 1pm. Here we go, not too bad of a day, I can do this.
What I did not know is that he refused to drop. So my body was ready but Nicholas was playing by his rules. So once again, they slowed my labor with the hopes the contractions I was having would naturally push him down. So there I sat...again...for hours.
Somewhere in between the "9" and starting to push, his heart rate continued to drop here and there. Although they tried to hide it, there were a couple times the nurses and residents would rush into the room only to play the old "something must have been up with the computer" trick.
Still I wanted to try this the "old fashion way" and push this kid through my vagina. The doctor showed up and agreed to let me push. This was about 6pm. I was already exhausted from laying in bed since the wee early hours of the morning and Nicholas had refused to do any of this on his own (is this foreshadowing anything).
30-45 minutes of pushing...fail. Baby turned from "sunny side up" position 3 times...fail. Baby predicted to be the size of a small whale (this is true, my last sonogram averaged him at 9lbs, 12oz)...fail. Doc said it was time to consider a c-section...fail.
Honestly, I was all that upset about the c-section...I was tired and ready for this production to be over. I was; however, completely freaking out about the thought of surgery...this was a first for me. And of all the times to have a first, this would result in the work of taking care of a small person and being cut open. YIKES.
Okay...my first experience in the operating room was a trip. Did you know they actually do a "roll call"? I kind of felt like I was on candid camera. The room was bright and white and buzzing with people. With all the drugs it was a little like an out of body experience...my eyes were wide open but my mind and body were somewhere else completely. I tried my best to focus on why I was there (baby Nicholas) but sometimes all I could focus on was why I was there (cutting me from one side of my uterus to the next). After some tugging and pulling, Nicholas entered the world at 7:32pm...I know this only for the picture of the clock I forced George to take. I start hearing conversations about something like layers of stitches and staple guns. I was out...fade to black.
Next thing I remember is being asked if I wanted to feed my new baby while in the recovery room. Well, scared I would miss out on something I agreed to it. Needless to say I could not keep my eyes open and was not really sure I could even hold a feather in my hand much less a squirmy hungry baby, but I nursed that baby for the first time. Thank you God for not letting me drop my precious baby onto the floor within minutes of his birth.
The best part of the whole evening finally came at about 9:30pm. The first meeting of Nora and her little brother, Nicholas. Needless to say it was love at first sight!!!!
What a day. I am sure I am missing details but as they say...this is a long story short (well it is really a long story long...but I digress).
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