Two week appointment

Connor is growing like a little stinkweed. He now weighs 9 pounds and 12 1/2 ounces. He also added 3/4 of an inch to his length since he was born. He has the same problems with milk as his brother, so he is on soy formula and I hope it will help with his sleeping problems as well as the pooing and gas issues. He has his days and nights mixed up, so his mama is pretty tired, but other than that, all is well. Brenan still thinks he is the cutest thing ever and loves to hold his bottle for him and gives him loves and kisses all the time.

Look at those cute cute cheeks!!

What a great big brother. Brenan just loves that little guy. He is always asking to hold him and tickle him and he loves rubbing his soft little head and giving him loves.

Introducing Connor Morgan Kirk! He was born on September 24th at 7:34 am. He weighed in at 8 pounds 10.7 oz and was 21 inches long.

Preterm labor..

So, a few days ago, I started having some cramps. I kept thinking they were like stomach flu kind of cramps, maybe I had picked up a bug somewhere or something, so I didn't worry too much about it. I went on about my day. They started at about 10 am. After I had fixed lunch for myself and Brenan, they got worse. It still made sense that it could be stomach flu and eating just upset it, so I still did not think too much about it. After the hubby woke up, he wanted to go get some pizza so we went and got our nephew and went out. The guys all ate pizza and I ate a breadstick, but couldn't take any more than that. While we were at the restaurant, the pain from my stomach started going into my back. That is when I started to get worried. After the pizza, we went to watch nephew play a softball game. While there, the pains got even worse, and I was really not feeling very well. We went over to the inlaws house so hubby could get a soda after the game, talked to them for a few minutes, and then I finally told hubby that if he wanted me to go to the hospital, we better go now. Off to the OB department we went. We got there and checked in, peed in a cup, got into the gown, got hooked up to the monitors and waited. It didn't take very long for the nurse to come in and tell me that I was, in fact, having contractions. It was the real deal and if they couldn't get them stopped, I would be flown out to Salt Lake. The hospital here does not deal with preemies any earlier than 35 weeks, and I am only 32. The nurse said that the doctor on call really liked to run tests so she hoped we had good insurance. Hubby says "can't you just call our doc?" She said she knew him pretty well and she was ok with trying to call him first. He was on vacation, camping with his kids and grandkids. We really lucked out and she got ahold of him and told him what was going on. He told her to give me a shot every 15 minutes to see if the contractions would stop. So, that is what she did. I was given the first shot, and had to wait 15 minutes to see if the contractions were gone or not. I still had more, so they came in and gave me another one and we waited again. After the second shot, I only had one little teeny one, so they just waited a little longer than the 15 minutes and when I didn't have any more, they decided it was ok to let me come home. It was almost 11 by the time we got home, but Brenan was filthy from the softball game so I wanted him to have a bath anyway. I got him all ready for bed and finally fell into bed myself at about midnight.
As bad as I felt that day, it got worse the next day. I was still cramping and really not feeling well. All I wanted to do was lay down. Of course, with a 2 year old who is a tornado, sitting or laying around all day is not an option. I am finally feeling a little better now. My stomach is still a little sore, and still a little crampy, but nothing like it has been the last couple days. Some people complain about all the technology we use these days, but I am quite grateful for the science and technology that the doctors and hospitals have to ensure the health of my baby.

More good news..

The bank has decided to accept the short sale offer so we can consider our house officially sold! Woohoo! This takes such a load off my mind. I kept saying it wouldn't matter either way, because the house would no longer be ours, but this way saves our credit a little bit and we can still get out from under it without all the foreclosure stuff. We have to wait until the realtor gets the paperwork from the bank, then all we have to do is wait for the guys loan to close. He is already approved and everything else like that, so I really don't think it will take a full month. In some ways, I hope it does take the full month, because we can't move into our new apartment until Sept 15th, so it would be nice to not have to store everything for just a week or so.

Happy Days...

I have been very frustrated and upset over a lot of things going on in my life right now. That is why it has been so long since I posted anything new. I don't want to just come in here and complain constantly. It gets old for me to say it and most of you really don't want to have to read it either...

I can honestly say I am more happy in my life right now than ever before. Things are going great with the hubby, almost like when we were dating again! I am very happy with my son and my new baby that will be coming in the next couple months. I still don't know what the bank is going to do about the short sale or foreclosure of the house, but I did find a new place to live and its in a nice area and big enough for everything we need and is affordable. Best thing about it is, I don't have to move to Salt Lake! I was really not looking forward to being stuck out there on my own with all the family 3 hours away and hubby gone driving for who knows how long at a time. It would have made Brenan have no one to play with, and that made me really sad to think about taking him away from his cousins and grandparents. I don't have to change doctors, I don't have to change hospitals, I get to stay here with all the family that I love! I just feel like a weight has been lifted. The only thing about the new place is we can't move until the middle of September. If this baby comes as early as Brenan did, that will only give me about a week and a half or so to get everything unpacked and put away before dealing with a new baby. That is pushing it a little more than I wanted to, but it gets me into the place I want and in the town I want, so I will deal with it.

It actually feels a little weird to not be worried about everything. Even in the happy times of my life, I always had something that was just skewed enough that it put a damper on things. I guess the possible foreclosure of my house could be that right now, but I am really not worried about it anymore. They will either accept the offer, or they will foreclose, either way it won't be my house anymore and I have just decided its not worth stressing out over. Everything is good and happy. I don't think I have ever had a time where I could sit and think about things and have a smile on my face while doing it instead of being all worried or crying. This is how we were meant to live. Happiness is a wonderful thing!!

Oh, the drama!

So, for some reason, Brenan thinks that change tastes good. I have no idea where he found it, but he swallowed what we think is a nickle. It is either a nickle or a quarter, couldn't really tell for sure from the xray picture, since it is digital and can be resized smaller or larger.

We were driving to the laundromat to clean our comforter and had only gotten a couple blocks from our house when I heard him choking and gagging on something. I pulled over real fast to see if I could help him get it out, but he started throwing up when I stopped. He puked for what felt like a really long time, although it couldnt have been more than a couple minutes. I got him out of his seat and out onto the ground, where he continued to throw up. I stripped him off, cleaned him up as well as I could and put him back into the car so I could clean off his seat and the back of the car. There was a huge pool of vomit in his car seat, so I just got in the car and drove home so we could take the seat out and take the cover off to wash it. While I was cleaning, he started throwing up again. All over me and it puddled in my lap... what fun! I stripped off, finished cleaning his seat off, I had put the cover in the washer, so I put all of our clothes in there with it to get all the puked on stuff clean at once. Then we went and took a bath.

For the next three days, every time Brenan tried to eat anything very solid, he would start throwing up again. I was finally able to get him in to his pediatrician and she ordered an xray to see what it was he had swallowed and where it was in his system. At that point it was in his stomach, so it was past two of the hardest parts to get through. I had to put him back into diapers, and search through them to see if I could find the "foreign object" and make sure it came out. I never did find it, though it was "fun" looking!.. At his last xray, we were told it was no longer in there so luckily, he got it out on his own and it will be causing no more problems. It was scary there for a while because they were talking about having to do major surgery on him to get it out if it stayed stuck in there. I am so very glad we don't have to go through that.

Fishing...

We have gone fishing four times so far this year. Brenan loved it when we went last year and he just begs to go almost every day. He now runs around the house with an old phone cord flinging it around, saying he is fishing. He tells me he needs more worm and power bait about every time he casts. When he "catches" one, he comes and makes me take it off the hook and give him more power bait.. It cracks me up! When he gets done fishing, I have to "cut fishies", because he watches his dad gut them after we are done and ready to go home. The kid just pays way too close of attention to stuff we do. He just barely found an old diaper bag, put his fishing pole in it, and said he had to go get more power bait and needed to go to town. He put the diaper bag over his shoulder and went to wait by the back door so we could go get more power bait. I think its funny that that is what he calls it because we normally use worms and salmon eggs, not power bait. I guess maybe I need to get him a little tackle box so he can really have some stuff to play with.