Lily's Blessing

Lily was blessed on January 6th, 2013

Lance did a beautiful job.

It was such a special day.

 

 

 

Meeting Lily

The first thing Layla noticed when she walked in the door was my stomach.

She walked right past Lily and said, "Mom! You're still pregnant?! Where's Baby Lily?"

Talk about wanting to cry!!

 

Marx didn't really have any interest in her.

 

Lily - 1 month

This little gem turned a month old on the 16th. Time is just going way to fast. She's been such a sweet little girl thus far... Still trying to get her to sleep through the night, but other than that she's quite content as long as she's fed and has a clean diaper on.

She's changed so much already. And really starting to resemble my baby pictures, but I'm not getting my hopes to high, I'm sure, somehow, she'll start to look just like her dad :)

Layla and Marx are just head over hills for her. They bathe her in kisses multiple times a day. Lucky little girl.

Life has completely changed since she joined our family, it's pretty much chaos all day long, but we wouldn't trade it for anything. We love our sweet baby Lily.

Lily Hazel Spiers

Sunday, December 16th, 2012

9:15 PM

7lbs. 3oz.

19 1/4 inches long

Her little head measuring 13 3/4 inches

 

Here's how it all went down!

 

I had been having contractions for a couple days. But nothing consistent, and I could talk through them, so I knew I wasn't in actual labor labor, but I also knew something was happening.

I was experiencing things I hadn't experienced with Layla or Marx (since I was induced with both).

Sunday morning I woke up at about 6:30 AM to use the restroom and when I got out of bed I had my first really hard contraction that took me to my knees. To be honest, I didn't think much of it, I just got up and went on my way. And since I wasn't comfortable in bed, I decided to go ahead and shower. I hadn't planned on going to church because Layla was sick, but then I thought, "I better go, once Lily's born, I won't be going for awhile." So I got ready for church. And yes, I was still having contractions.

 

Anyways, I went to church, and in the 3rd hour of church I knew I was in labor. I was having very consistent contractions, and I was starting to have to breathe to get through them. BUT, I didn't want to bring a new baby home to a sick baby, so I went home and immediately took Layla to the after hours clinic. After waiting 45 min. I told the receptionist that we NEEDED to see the doctor because I was in labor. (in the mean time I had text Lance and told him to call his brother and sis-in-law and make sure they were at the house when I got home. And to finish packing my bags.) They got us right back, checked Layla, diagnosed her with bronchitis, wrote out a perscription and we were on our way to pick up daddy.

 

When we got home, I helped Lance pack up our bags and we left the house around 5:00PM. We checked in at 5:25PM. It felt like an eternity for them to get all my paper work done, check me, hook me up to monitors, and actually admit me (I was a 4 when this all happened)! Then they said I had to receive a WHOLE bag of fluids before I could get an epidural. I wasn't to happy about that, since I was in a lot of pain already. So at 7:10PM, to help with the pain, they gave me stadol. It helped me relax for about 30 min. THEN my water broke. On it's own. And I knew right then it was all going to happen really fast from then on out. (because of my previous labors) So by 8:00PM I'm begging for an epidural. They gave me one. It's didn't work. So they gave me another...

It didn't work. By 9:00PM, I was hurting so bad. My contractions were right on top of each other. Poor Lance, to help me get through them, apparently I dug the back of his head. It was bad.

 

At about 9:10PM my nurse came in a said, "I think we better check you." And I wanted to say, "YOU THINK?!?" I also wanted to say, "Don't you dare touch me!" So, she checks me and says, "Oh my gosh. Baby is right there. Get the doctor!" At this point, I NEEDED to push. The nurse wouldn't let me, infact she practically held Lily inside of me, until my doctor came in. Once he arrived, I pushed once, out came her head, I pushed again, well, half pushed, and out came the rest of  her, @ 9:15PM.

I can't even tell you how relieved I was to have her out!!

 

It took me about 5-10 min. to stop crying.

It hurt so bad, but it was such an amazing experience.

BUT

not something I want to experience again!!

 

Ever since they placed Lily in my arms I've been head over heels in love with her.

It's so amazing how much your heart grows with each little one.

Her older sister and brother feel the same way about her too.

 

 {trying to get through contractions while the nurses take their sweet time admitting me}

 {finally admitted, feeling really scared, and missing my mom}

 {if it wasn't for this guy, I don't know if I could have done it. I love him}

 

Now time for chaos!!

 



Our Layla is 4 years old!!

Dear Layla,

 

I seriously can't believe you are 4 years old today!

I remember so vividly the day you were placed in my arms.

You were so beautiful, and have continued to get more and more beautiful ever since.

 

 

You have so many wonderful traits.

You love to sing.

Right now your favorite songs are:

Pontoon, but you call it "Motorboatin" by Littly Big Town

We Are Never Getting Back Together by Taylor Swift

Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson

and anything

Carrie Underwood (you're totally my daughter!)

You got a karaoke machine this year for your birthday, and you are a natural entertainer.

You've got the moves and all!

 

Speaking of moves,

you are in your first year of dance, tap and tumbling.

So far you love it, and I love watching you learn.

It's adorable.

I can't wait until your recital in May!

 

You are such a wonderful big sister!

You take such good care of Marx and Lily. A couple weeks ago you came with me

to take Marx to his 18 month check-up. You were suppossed to help me

hold his hands while he received his immunizations.

Well, when he got them and started screaming, you started screaming too.

You were so concerned about him and did not like seeing him in pain.

And you've become quite the baby whisperer with Miss Lily.

I'll place her in your arms wide awake, come check on you, and she'll be sound

asleep in your arms. It's so adorable.

 

You are hilarious!

This is something you get from your daddy. You say the funniest things,

and we all get a good laugh from you everyday. I think that is such a wonderful

trait. To be able to make people laugh.

 

You don't meet a stranger.

Anywhere and everywhere we go, you are trying to strike up conversations with

total strangers. Everyone we walk by you say hello and ask them their names.

Such a people person! That also is a wonderful trait!

 

You love watching movies and cartoons.

Your favorites are Curious George, Word World, Spongebob, all the Disney Princess

movies, Batman, Hulk, and any other superhero cartoon (you watch those with your dad), Phineas and Ferb, and Madagascar Movies. You could be a little actress, you're very good at memorizing

the lines in the movies and saying them word for word.

 

You LOVE your babies.

I haven't counted them recently, but if I had to guess, you easily have over 30

barbies. You'd rather play with your dad than with me when it comes to the barbies

because you both have such great imaginations. I'm pretty boring to play with. I'd

rather just play with their hair :) But you could play with them for hours. And you'll even

talk in the valley girl voice when playing with them. It's hilarious. And definitely not something

you learned from me!

 

You are such a blessing to our lives. Your dad and I often wonder what we

ever did before you were born. You're the best little entertainer.

Thank you for all the laughs and all the love you bring to our family.

You're quite the sassy frass, but you've got a lot of love too.

I think you tell me at least a dozen times a day that you love me.

Something I'll always cherish.

 

Happy 4th Birthday sweet girl!

We love you to pieces!!

 

Love,

Your Proud Mommy

 

Marx's 18 Month Pictures

It was a nightmare doing Marx's pictures. All he was interested in was the water. Whenever

I'd sit him on the bench, he through the biggest fit. He just wanted to run and point at the water. I was sweating by the time I was done.

Out of about 30 shots, this is all I was able to come up with.

Oh well...

They turned out pretty cute, and it will help me to remember how his little personality was at

18 months of age!

He's all boy!

 

Marx-18 months

Our little man is 18 months old now,

and he's still a little booger...

but a cute one!

 

This is pretty much how our little photo session went last night...

 

Dear Marx,

Sheesh... we made it to 18 months! You are our little stud. But, a grumpy little stud. It seems to be one thing after another with you. You start to be so happy, then you start cutting your "i" teeth, or you start transitioning from 2 naps to one, OR the time changes and it messes up your whole schedule. It's crazy what one hour will do! Don't worry, I still love you to pieces, but you've really taught me some patience! Seriously!

You are a boy through and through. You climb everything that can be climbed, you take bowls out of the cupboard and bang on them, you crash over your toys, you run your little walker toy into the walls and doors, you love to wrestle with your sister and daddy, you love throwing a ball, or playing with balls, you can destroy a room in a matter of seconds, you love the remote, and you even walk around the house with your hand in your diaper. Like I said, a boy, through and through.

You have started the transition from 2 naps to 1. It's still a little rough. Specially with the time change. You'll wake up at 6 or 6:30, which is your normal 7 or 7:30, so by 10:30 you're exhausted. But then they'll be a couple days out of the week that you aren't at all interested in a nap in the morning. Hopefully we'll get that all figured out soon, like in the next 5 weeks before your little sister gets here!

You're not much of a talker yet, but you are trying. You will say, "elp!" Which means, help. You say it a lot, since you're always getting yourself into like predicaments that you can't get out of! You do say aye-a, which is Layla, and dada of course. The only time you say mama, is if you're sad or want something. You're also a great little pointer. Since I can't quite understand what you're trying to tell me, I'll say, "Show me what you want." And you'll take me right to it and point to it. If it's milk, you'll start laughing, but if it's not milk and that's what I think you're saying, you'll scowl at me. So yeah, you have your own little way of communicating with me.

You love love all the Toy Story and Madagascar movies. You have a Woody and Buzz Lightyear and carry them around the house most of the day. You'll even try to laugh like the Woody doll does. And if I need to get something accomplished and you're really clingy, all I have to do it put one of those movies in, and you're glued to the TV.

You are a genius at working the iPad and my phone. You know how to wake up the iPad, you know how to unlock the iPad and you know the exact category to go to, to find the app you want. It's amazing to watch you on it. You are so smart. You're favorite apps are a Toy Story book, Netflix (where you'll watch Dora or Diego), Peekaboo Pets, Talking Tom Cat, and some of the sing-a-long apps.

You a pretty good little eater. The only fruit I can get you to eat though is a banana. You LOVE bananas. Every once in a while you'll eat a grape, but those days are few are far between. You will usually eat whatever we're eating, but mostly the protein part. You're not much of a carb eater. Like you don't really care for bread, biscuits, stuff like that. Which is totally crazy to me! You love cheese and turkey for lunch, and you love a certain brand of animal crackers that you're Grandma Shellie sends you all the way from Utah. You also love pretzel sticks. So yeah, you're pretty easy to please.

You love when your daddy walks in the door from work. It's absolutely adorable when he opens the door. I'll say, "Marx! Who's here?" And you take off to the door, screaming, "dadadada!" Then the rest of the evening, you're his little side kick.

We get so many compliments on your white hair. Everyone around here loves it. As do I. I really hope it stays that way, but I'm sure it will get darker. They call you a cotton top. And I love to style it into a little fo-hawk (sp?) You'll get compliments on that too, specially at church.

You're eyes are still as blue as blue can get. I believe those will stay with you. You get that from your handsome daddy and papa. I have to be careful... you'll look at me and it's easy to let you get away with anything!

You are my little buddy. You're just a stud to me. Every time I look at you I'm amazed at how much you look like your daddy and how adorable you are. Your daddy and I are so blessed that our Heavenly Father sent you to us. I'm so worried that when baby sister comes, you'll all the sudden become this big boy. And I'm sure you will. I just don't want you to grow up to fast.

We love you Marx. Thank you for all the love and joy you bring into our home.

Love,
You're proud mama