2019 started out as one of the best years so far. I was working at a daycare, my boys had made friends. All was well with the world... or so I thought.
in January, Kody and I decided that June 2019, when Benny turned 3 we would schedule a tubal for me. In February, while at work, I kept feeling emotional. I checked my ovulation tracker (the app I was using trying not to make a baby) and I was in fact 2 days late. I went to the dollar tree across from my work on lunch for a test, and took it in the bathroom on my lunch break.
The first time I looked I was pretty sure it was negative, but the second time the little faint pink line was starting to appear. I was in complete shock and I didn't fully believe it. I went to Walmart on my way home and bought another test expecting it to be negative. When I got home I took the test and no doubt about it those 2 pink lines showed up. I was pregnant with my 3rd child.
In March we announced that we had a little bun in the oven.
In April, Kody and I celebrated 6 years of marriage.
In May, we found out we were having a little boy, and decided to name him Christian Wyatt.
In June, Benny turned 3. I quit working at the daycare because I was having pains in my belly after lifting the kids in my class to change them. (my boss's solution... change them in the floor. eye roll.)
In July, I interviewed and accepted a job as a teachers aide in an elementary school. I started to hang out with a woman named Meredith who would later become my best friend.
In August, I started working at the school, and met amazing men and women that I truly admire. Xander turned 5, and the boys started a new daycare.
In September I started having contractions and went to the hospital by ambulance (completely unnecessary if you ask me, but the ladies I worked with weren't willing to deliver a baby (haha!)
the baby was not coming, and I went home. My blood pressure was a bit elevated, and I was starting to swell like crazy all over, so I decided to start my maternity leave a bit early. Kody and I got baptized together, with little Christian inside of me.
In October, we welcomed our sweet Christian into the world at 7 lb 2oz 20 inches long. Our family was finally complete.
In November, we found out Christian was born with a birth defect called Pyloric Stenosis.
The muscle between his stomach and small intestine was enlarged and not allowing food to pass through. He was constantly spitting up, and wasn't gaining any weight. Our 1 month old baby was 7lb 1oz. On November 9th, at 1:30 a.m. our tiny boy was taken back for surgery. After what felt like years, the surgeon came out and told us he was fine, but that he had made a mistake and cut too far into his stomach lining. He was confident that Christian would be okay, but he would need to wait a few days before he could eat so it would heal. Those were the hardest 3 days of my entire life watching my tiny baby cry as the hunger increased. We spent a total of 5 days in the hospital, and after Christian was able to keep his formula down we were able to bring him home. Two weeks later he still wasn't gaining weight and was diagnosed as failure to thrive. He was readmitted for 6 days and diagnosed with severe reflux and milk protein allergy. H gained weight for three days consistently and was discharged under careful watch of his doctor.
In December, Christian hit 9lbs, and smiled for the first time. Our family has finally been able to settle in to having 3 kids, and we have been enjoying them thoroughly.
we cant wait to see what 2020 has in store for us.
until next time,
Elizabeth
in January, Kody and I decided that June 2019, when Benny turned 3 we would schedule a tubal for me. In February, while at work, I kept feeling emotional. I checked my ovulation tracker (the app I was using trying not to make a baby) and I was in fact 2 days late. I went to the dollar tree across from my work on lunch for a test, and took it in the bathroom on my lunch break.
The first time I looked I was pretty sure it was negative, but the second time the little faint pink line was starting to appear. I was in complete shock and I didn't fully believe it. I went to Walmart on my way home and bought another test expecting it to be negative. When I got home I took the test and no doubt about it those 2 pink lines showed up. I was pregnant with my 3rd child.
In March we announced that we had a little bun in the oven.
In April, Kody and I celebrated 6 years of marriage.
In May, we found out we were having a little boy, and decided to name him Christian Wyatt.
In June, Benny turned 3. I quit working at the daycare because I was having pains in my belly after lifting the kids in my class to change them. (my boss's solution... change them in the floor. eye roll.)
In July, I interviewed and accepted a job as a teachers aide in an elementary school. I started to hang out with a woman named Meredith who would later become my best friend.
In August, I started working at the school, and met amazing men and women that I truly admire. Xander turned 5, and the boys started a new daycare.
In September I started having contractions and went to the hospital by ambulance (completely unnecessary if you ask me, but the ladies I worked with weren't willing to deliver a baby (haha!)
the baby was not coming, and I went home. My blood pressure was a bit elevated, and I was starting to swell like crazy all over, so I decided to start my maternity leave a bit early. Kody and I got baptized together, with little Christian inside of me.
In October, we welcomed our sweet Christian into the world at 7 lb 2oz 20 inches long. Our family was finally complete.
In November, we found out Christian was born with a birth defect called Pyloric Stenosis.
The muscle between his stomach and small intestine was enlarged and not allowing food to pass through. He was constantly spitting up, and wasn't gaining any weight. Our 1 month old baby was 7lb 1oz. On November 9th, at 1:30 a.m. our tiny boy was taken back for surgery. After what felt like years, the surgeon came out and told us he was fine, but that he had made a mistake and cut too far into his stomach lining. He was confident that Christian would be okay, but he would need to wait a few days before he could eat so it would heal. Those were the hardest 3 days of my entire life watching my tiny baby cry as the hunger increased. We spent a total of 5 days in the hospital, and after Christian was able to keep his formula down we were able to bring him home. Two weeks later he still wasn't gaining weight and was diagnosed as failure to thrive. He was readmitted for 6 days and diagnosed with severe reflux and milk protein allergy. H gained weight for three days consistently and was discharged under careful watch of his doctor.
In December, Christian hit 9lbs, and smiled for the first time. Our family has finally been able to settle in to having 3 kids, and we have been enjoying them thoroughly.
we cant wait to see what 2020 has in store for us.
until next time,
Elizabeth
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