Two Month checkup

OK, so I officially have a fat baby. He just hit two months old yesterday and he is totally off the charts. He weighs 15 pounds 4 ounces and is 23 1/2 inches long. He is on the top of the charts for his height, but is completely off of them for his weight. The doctor asked me how much he was eating, and said that I should try to hold off and stretch his bottles out to 4 hours in between. Other than that, everything looked great and he said I should just keep doing what I was doing. They gave him his shots and he screamed until I put a bottle in his mouth, then he was fine and after he ate he fell asleep. He woke up a couple times in the store to look around and see where we were, but other than that has been asleep since.

Little Grinner!

My little Connor is grinning up a storm. He thinks it is pretty funny to just chew on his bottle instead of actually drink it.... at least when he doesn't think he is starving, he thinks its funny. He loves to look at Brenan and apparently, they have some sort of inside joke because they will both start smiling and giggling when he hasn't even done anything. My camera died as I was taking these pictures so I didn't get the really good drunk grin that he does, but these are still cute. I can't believe he will be 2 months old tomorrow!! Brenan can't see the camera come out without having to get "cheesed" with his little brother! Aren't my boys cute!?

Happy Halloween!

We did not get very many good pictures this year because Dad was in a hurry. Everyone kept saying "oh what a cute little cow!".... UM.. hello! Its a theme! A fireman has to have a dalmation doesn't he?? He is the cutest little dalmation puppy I have ever seen! We tried to get a picture of the little tail, but it didn't show up very good. They had fun, at least Brenan had fun and Connor stayed awake the whole time. We went to a Halloween carnival and it was not too bad, but Brenan got hot and wanted to leave, so we didn't get to do all the games they had. Its almost a month later and we still have candy.

Been a while..

This last picture is from when we were still in the hospital. His dad was holding him and he just couldn't resist peeking. The others are from after we got home, obviously. I cannot believe how much he has grown! Brenan thinks it is really fun to hold him, feed him, and kiss on him. He would even change diapers if I would let him. Everytime he walks past he has to rub his head or kiss him. He always says "Cute, is him?".. At least we all agree he is adorable.

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.