So true

Smiles

5 weeks old.

Sitting up so well already!

Starting to talk and smile more.

Saturday morning...

Daniel Tiger

Caroline's new favorite. She asks to watch "dider" ALL the time.....

One month old

Luke was 12 pounds 10 oz at his one month check up!

Caroline coloring...

Reading with Daddy

Four weeks old!

Luke and Caroline each at 4 weeks old.

Tummy Time

Three weeks old

Postpartum days...

Admiring the flowers John gave me. She informed me they were "Iayine's."

Helping Daddy work from home. It's been such a blessing having him home with us!

Our helper.

Snuggling

New family pictures

Luke and the fishies

Good morning!

Nap time

Caroline is quite the creature of routine and habit. I wonder where she gets that? We have to go through the same routine every time we put her to bed. Then she's named all her blankets and they have to be put on in a certain order - froggies, pink quilt, please, and other one. LOL. She's so funny.

My girl

Caroline loves to snuggle on the couch with me. She often tells me to lie down so she can join me.

Luke's birth story

Luke's birth story - I took a dose of castor oil Monday morning. I really,  really was hoping, and praying to go into labor before my Tuesday afternoon prenatal appointment so I didn't have to make an induction decision. I did not get the expected symptoms,  basically just felt first trimester type yuckiness. By dinner time I resigned myself to the fact it hadn't worked (I had read it should start labor in 6 hours). But when John was washing dishes I got my first contraction. I thought nothing much of it, this had been going on for 6 weeks, so did the normal, kept an eye on the clock, just in case,  but tried not to think about it. They were 6-7 minutes apart all through Bible reading,  playing with Caroline,  bouncing on my ball, putting Caroline to bed, and then reading the book of birth stories I was working on. After a couple hours I texted my midwife who suggested a bath to see if it would stop or keep going. That didn't sound good to me as I was already overly warm so we watched an episode of a show on Netflix,  me breathing through contractions. ...and went to bed at 10.

Going to bed slowed them down to 10 minutes apart so I tried not to be discouraged and to get some sleep. Suddenly at 10:45 they got extremely strong and painful and were 2 minutes apart. I started shaking really bad and was trying not to make noise since John was asleep. But at that point I kind of knew this was it. After 3 of them I texted my midwife who suggested pelvic rocks or a bath. I don't like to move when I'm in labor so just lay there trying to breathe through them. Thankfully John woke up about then and helped me through a couple. He asked me what I wanted and I said I wanted to go to the hospital. I knew I wasn't going to be able to relax till the drive was behind me and I could get settled and "comfortable." So we dressed, gave Grandma the baby monitor for Caroline, and went out into the 8 degree weather to get to the hospital. The heated seat in the van helped me relax through contractions though I think sitting up is the most painful position to deal with them.

Then checked in at the emergency room,  John got a wheelchair and pushed me back to OB where they had a room ready and waiting for me. I changed, got hooked up to the monitors and was checked - I was at 5 centimeters! It was good to have it confirmed that I really was in labor.

After 20 minutes of monitoring I was allowed to get up, but surprise, surprise I didn't want to move. I wasn't doing very well emotionally, I was scared about dealing with how bad it was and was going to get. I remembered the pain all too well from last time. After about an hour,  around 2 by now, I was at 6 and decided to go ahead and get an epidural in hopes I could relax and calm down. They put in an IV gave me fluids, got the anesthesiologist out of bed......and my epidural went in around 3. It was amazing, so much better than last time.  I could lie down and relax and actually look forward to the baby. I could feel the contractions a little and was not completely numb, I was able to move, but it didn't hurt. My midwife got there a bit later and basically we just hung out and relaxed as I dilated. One nice thing about having both my babies in the same small town hospital was that I had the same two nurses with me that I had at Caroline's labor/birth! The worst part was I got a really bad headache in the morning, I think because I needed breakfast and coffee which they wouldn't let have (because of the epidural). John did "sneak" me some coffee and I had some apple juice and lay there with a cold cloth over my eyes and rested. In the midst of that my water broke but I was so preoccupied with my head I forgot to tell anyone for about an hour. When I did tell them they checked and I was at 9. Deb wanted to wait for my body to start moving the baby down before I began pushing and that happened around 10:00. Just like with Caroline I had no urge to push and it took a little time for me to figure out how to do it effectively. Squatting was what worked best and after about an hour of hard work I pushed him out. I was very disappointed that even with the epidural I had to feel that, but it wasn't as bad as Caroline,  no screaming,  just some tears, and "I can't do this."  He came out screaming and healthy and thankfully I got to hold him right away which was one of my hopes for the birth. I only tore a little, but lost a lot of blood. Then I started throwing up which was fun too! But once that was over everything was good, Luke nursed great, and I got to eat finally :-). We were so thankful to the Lord for a safe delivery which was easier and much less traumatic than last time, and a healthy baby!

Caroline and Luke

Kiss, kiss.

Kiss, kiss.

Sharing Baby.

Smiling

Daddy and Luke

Luke's quilt and hat

My babies

He's here!

Luke Ethan Cunnington

10:59 a.m.
9 lbs 8.1oz
21.5 inches

15" head circumference

Yes...

Winter

We've already had snow 3 times this "fall" :-(

40 weeks!

I made it to my due date!

Caroline's birth story

Being due tomorrow with baby number 2 Caroline's birth is on my mind so I decided to post her birth story on here that I originally shared on her facebook page. Lord willing, I'll soon have another birth story to share!

For those of you who want my birth story; here it is to the best of my memory. John will have to read through this and may need to correct some facts and times, but this is how I remember it.

To begin with I was 10 days late, and very uncomfortable and wanting this baby out - we tried castor oil on Wednesday which produced contractions and bloody show that night, but nothing 'real'. The next day I had a non stress test, and while happy to see baby was doing great, was discouraged to see I was still only at one centimeter. My midwife gave me the option of coming in the next morning and getting a dose of cydotec to hopefully nudge things along. She told me 80% of the time it took two doses, so to expect to come in, take it, be monitored for two hours, then go home, and come back later in the day for a second dose. John and I discussed it and decided to go ahead and do it. I had contractions all night, strong enough I was needing to breathe through them, but this had happened so many times I refused to time them, or even really think about, just dozed as best as I could between them. To the best of my knowledge they were about 10 minutes apart.

I got up at 6, ate a piece of toast (my last meal for a long time, if had known that I would have gone for a higher energy meal!), put a roast in the crock pot, and drove to the hospital fully intending to come home, vacuum, do laundry, cook dinner, etc, etc. Two contractions while driving which was - interesting.... When I arrived I was monitored for an hour before before being given the pill. By that point my contractions were 4 minutes apart. I think I was in denial, here I was having regular contractions for hours, that weren't stopping no matter how I changed my activity, and were getting stronger.....but I still didn't think I was in labor. By the end of the two hours my contractions were two minutes apart and painful enough that I was closing my eyes and working to breathe through them, But I was ready to get dressed and drive myself home! I have no idea what I was thinking! The nurse Ellie, I think was humoring me, she convinced me to try walking for an hour, then we would check to see how dilated I was, and then decide if I could go home. I was fine with that, and John thought it was a good idea when I asked him. So I started trying to make my way down the hall, stopping and hanging onto something every time a contraction came. About 15 minutes later walked back to my room, grabbed the table when a contraction hit me, felt a pop, and was standing in a puddle. My water had broken. I made it to the bed, hit the call light, texted John, and the nurse came, probably feeling relieved that I was finally going to stop talking about going home , and helped me clean up, and checked me. I was at 2 centimeters, and got me in the tub. John was there within 45 minutes or less. I was so glad to see him! I stayed in the tub, which was wonderful, until 1:30 when the nurse checked me again and I was at 5 centimeters. That was encouraging, this was hard, but I was making progress, and able to handle the contractions in the tub. John sat next to me, held my hand, helped me breathe, gave my sips of water, and spoonfuls of ice chips, updated the birth fb page, changed the water, to keep it hot......we worked well together and the nurse told him she wanted to hire him as a coach .

Around 4 my midwife Deb arrived, having cleared the rest of the day for me. At that point I was at 6 and this was getting harder. Through the afternoon and evening I spent time in the tub, then occasionally Deb would make me get out, walk a bit, move my hips, etc, etc. Before I went into labor I thought an active labor with lots of position changes sounded great (and it is in theory I know), but it was very hard to obey and move around, I just wanted to stay in one spot in the tub! But, the activity got me to 8 centimeters at 6:00, and by then all I could do was focus on trying as hard as I could to relax through each contraction. The back pain was awful. I threw up, and later found out that everyone thought I was going to give birth by 9, and had everything ready. I labored for a couple more hours in the tub thinking at any point soon I was going to be at 10, could start pushing and this would be over. So when I was still at 8 a couple hours later it was very discouraging and I was starting to question whether I could do this. John kept telling me, "You are doing it."

It's hard to remember much but the pain of the next couple hours, we walked more (or stumbled hanging onto John!), they tried to get me to empty my bladder, and ended up having to put in a catheter, gave me fluids through an iv, and finally had my lie down on my side in bed and rest for a bit. The only way I could handle that was to have someone rubbing my back non stop. We decided to try a dose of Numorphan to try to relax me so that the baby would hopefully move, and I could rest between contractions. It helped me relax a little, but nothing was working to get the baby to move, and I couldn't deliver it the way it was. Deb came to us and told us she hated to do it because she knew really didn't want it, but she felt the only thing left to try before a c section was an epidural. She hoped that would relax things enough to move the baby's head. At that point we said yes, the thought of some relief was wonderful, and I really didn't want a c section! So the anesthesiologist was called out and at 4:00 put in an epidural. Sadly it didn't work very well, it relaxed me a little, but didn't numb me, or take away the pain. I was relaxed enough though to let John go out to the car to get a charger to keep updating this page, and I think I told him to get coffee.

Some time around 8 or 9 they had me start pushing. Though it was easier to push through a contraction than try to relax, I never felt the urge to push that I've heard people talk about. We did three different positions, my favorite was using the squatting bar. When a contraction came on John would tell me to take a deep breath, then count to 10 while I pushed, and we would do that 3 or 4 times every contraction. This went on for hours. Finally Deb told me that we needed to try some pitocin, that we had to speed up the contractions, and get this baby moved and out. She said once they were two to three minutes apart she would give it half an hour, and then we were going to have to do a c section. I was in tears. I was barely managing, and didn't know I was going to handle the pain of pitocin contractions, plus scared, but agreed. She had been amazingly patient, and I knew she wouldn't do it unless if it was necessary. Somehow, well by the grace of God, made it through the painful contractions, either Deb, or my backup Dr Jennifer feeling to tell me that yes, the head was starting to turn. I don't know how long that went on, but suddenly tables were being set up, the room was filled with people, they were taking the end of the bed off, Deb was talking to John and me about kiwi suction.....They had me sit back and grab my legs, put the kiwi suction inside of me, and I was told to push. The orders were getting more and more frantic, then Deb told me she was going to have to do an episiotimy, something we had talked about before that would only be done in an emergency so I didn't argue. I suspect the whole hospital heard me pushing her out - it was the worst pain I've ever experienced. I found out afterwards we were in such a rush because she was completely gray, and that she came out with her arm under her chin. Since her head was already 14 3/4" that didn't help! Deb cut the cord, John told me she was a girl, and a team of people started giving her oxygen, and whatever else she needed. Thankfully I was kind out of it and didn't realize enough of what was going on to get scared. She responded pretty quickly I think. I delivered the placenta, and was told I had torn pretty bad inside and had to go the OR to get stitched up. At that point all I could think about was water, because of the likelihood of a c section I hadn't been allowed to drink in hours, then because of drugs in the OR I couldn't. So after a little time with Caroline they wheeled me off. I asked not to be give general anesthesia, so they gave me some stuff to relax me, and the Lord was very merciful and I slept through the whole thing.

Around 5:00 they got me settled in my room, I had the most wonderful glass of ice water ever, and ordered probably the best chicken sandwich, peaches, and orange juice I'd ever had. Caroline nursed. The family came to see her, all was good. So our birth really didn't turn out anything like we planned - it could be called a nightmare birth, and the thought of going through that again scares me, but I'm so thankful for Caroline, for the Lord giving me strength to get through it. I have no idea how I kept on that long - it was definitely the Lord!, I'm also so thankful for the wonderful team of people He gave to help us. My midwife and the nurses were amazing and I'm so grateful we had them. I was told if I had been in any other hospital I would have ended up with a c section and I think that is true. While the natural birth I wanted would have been nice, I'm thankful that we had the medical technology and help we did, it's a huge blessing when you need it!
"The Lord hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad."
Psalm 126:3

Playing with her doll crib