So Happy Togetherrrrrrrr..........and tired

Since the day we got home.....



there has been some confusion on who's chair is who's........


(sorry for the "diaper only" attire, we have been rather casual around the house lately)


There has been a first bath.....


and sleeping........


and tanning (Reese was a bit jaundice)........


and more sleeping.........at least for some of us....


and maybe even some beginnings of brotherly love.........



I am so happy......and tired....and grateful.....and tired.....and so in love.....and still, so tired. But would I change it for the world? Nope.

Adjusting........

I may be a blog slacker for the next week. I have my hands full. I am so happy, grateful, and tired at the same time. The "big brother" is having some adjustment issues, but nothing that time and loads of patience won't take care of. Abram is actually being really sweet to Reese. And Reese is a really good baby. All in all things are good. I am so grateful for all my boys. More pics to come.........

Here We Go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All righty, the moment you have all been waiting for! But not really, because my mom likes to steal my thunder (just kiddin Mom......kinda). The hospital has WI-FI so I am finally getting a minute to let you know what is going on. Here is the gist. We went in at 7:30am, were the third c-section in line (they only have one operating room for the maternity unit). The first was delayed, so we didn't end up getting in there until 11ish. It was so weird to be so organized and have everything ready. I have been so calm this time as opposed to last time. And that morning, I felt the same-calm and ready. The IV hurt like a cuss word. Everyone was sooooooo awesome. The spinal was WAY EASIER than the epidural, although the "not make me nauseous" medicine didn't work before the spinal, so I started gagging and crying (because I cry when I gag) and praying that I wouldn't have to lay in my own vomit for the next hour. Luckily the nausea went away and I had really supportive nurses and anesthesiologist until Kris got there. Within minutes Reese was out and all I can say is he was beautiful. Even all gunked up-he was so beautiful and I instantly was in love with him. He wasn't crying a lot, which worried me, but they all assured me he was okay and they wanted to put him on oxygen because sometime c-section babies have a hard time getting fluid out of their lungs because they don't go through the birth canal.

I was sewed up, everything went so fast and the fact that I wasn't totally out of it-like I was with Abram was so nice. To give you the summarized version, Reese had a small hole in each lung, so I didn't get to spend a lot of time with him at first because the docs/nurses wanted to observe him. That made me really emotional, but it was all about what was best for him. They did some x-rays and were going to follow up he next morning. That night a friend from church came by and he and Kris gave Reese a blessing. I felt so comforted, and knew that Heavenly Father would take care of it. The next morning the pediatrician said that the x-rays showed that his "holes" were now only "lines" meaning that they were repairing themselves and all would be well. I am so grateful, I can't even begin to say....especially because the hormones are already going crazy and I have bawled mucho today.

Hmmm.....let's see what else? Abram was pretty unsure at first, I think he is still unsure. Reese got Abram a present (I know :)) which just so happened to be Percy and Salty (Thomas trains) and since then, I think Abram thinks this baby might not be so bad after all. You do what you gotta do, right? And Abram has also been getting spoiled by my Mom. He sure loves his Nana and Aunt Natalie. It has been so great having them here.

As far as me, I am sore. Things are looking good, so hopefully I won't get an infection this time. I am going to TRY and do better at not doing too much too fast, but we'll see how that goes.

I know what you are thinking-"Shut up already and post the pics!" okay, but I must warn you-he is beautiful. And I can't stop staring at him, so make sure before you look at these you have time to just sit and stare......

Reese Matthew Raisor
Born April 22nd 12:04pm
Weight: 8 lbs 10 oz
Length: 21 inches

Real Quick

Believe it or not, I am sooooo tired. And I had the funniest wittiest post. Okay, not really, it was more of a "laugh at my expense" post. But I have been so busy today and I am so tired, and ready to go to bed. I will remember to post it when I get out of the hospital. Here is a hint, the title will be something like "Things you should never say to your pregnant wife"-yep........SO I will leave you with this. I have to be at the hospital at 7:30am tomorrow and the surgery will be at 9:30ish. SO be thinking good thoughts, and sending out a few prayers that everything goes okay!!! Here we go!!!!!!

3 is a Magic Number........

3 days left!! Am I ready? Are you ever??? So much to do, I can't believe he is almost here!!!!!

5 Days And Counting!!!!!!!!!

For those of you wondering, I have 5 days left, that's right FIVE DAYS PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went in yesterday for some pre-op stuff. I met with the anesthesiologist (sp?) and he told me of my options, "Well, we could do a spinal, or put you to sleep." Seriously, put me to sleep??? I am not going to lie, at this point in my pregnancy.....I might have paused a little. But a spinal it is for Wednesday morning (I don't know what time it is, I found out Tuesday afternoon-not to leave me in suspense or anything right?) So I am trying to figure out what I have left to do, and I am sure I will have something more to vent about later.........5 DAYS WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!

"Grumpy Easter" Everyone!!

"Someone" had their grumpy pants on today. I think the trip wore "someone" out yesterday. You wouldn't know it from this picture-because Abram had just gotten the Easter Thomas the Train..........


However, the crying all through church in nursery causing us to leave early because of the hysterics might tip you off.

So we went home, ate lunch, took a nap, and then did a little egg hunt in the back jungle....er I mean yard. I guess Kris had it all figured out. We have a really big backyard, and it was WAY OVERDUE for a mowing. So one night Kris mowed half of it, and then it rained-and got really sunny, and rained, and rained, and tornadoed, and got sunny, and when all of that happens-the grass grows so fast that even the part you mowed, needs mowed again. And the part you didn't mow, well let's just say it's fun to play Indiana Jones exploring-but make sure you all stick together, otherwise you might just lose someone.



(He had to open each one of them and test the candy before finding the next one.)


Did I mention I started a tradition? Every year I bust out the bunny ears and take a picture of Abram.

This was his first year (almost 6 months old)..............




His second year at 1 1/2 years old..........

Third year at 2 1/2 years old "grumpy bunny".............


I will probably do this to him until he is 18, .........or 40-whatever. Somehow I thought it might be easier this year, silly me.

I hope you and yours have a Happy Easter. I am so grateful for my family and for the real reason we celebrate Easter.

Home Alone.........

If it wasn't so scary, I would post a picture of myself doing this pose. However the swelling is setting in, and my chins don't photograph so well.

Kris and Abram went to Tennessee yesterday. A boys trip to see Grandma Raisor, Uncle Robert, Aunt Amy, and cousins Glen, Afton, Hollis, Tine, Will, and Helen. Kris's brother and his family came in from Missouri and Abram had never met his cousins before. They went to Dollywood (Abram's first time) while I stayed home with Obi. I was really sad about that because I miss them a lot, but with the whole "week and a half until Reese gets here" thing-and the thought of "my water breaking at Dollywood" thing, we decided it would be better if I stayed back. Don't get me wrong-the having a baby at Dollywood would have been a great story, and a heck of a blog post-but there are some things I just won't "take for the team".

So I stayed back, and napped, and organized an egg hunt for the kiddos at church, and the house was really quiet.........too quiet. I got some organizing done with Reese's room and washed some of his clothes, went through boxes, and I called Kris like 75 times, and I smiled a little when he told me Abram cried at Dollywood (I know, I'm evil, but c'mon!) and I got jealous when he told me about the rides, and how much fun they had, and how Abram wouldn't leave Afton alone (I TOTALLY CALLED THAT BY THE WAY), how when they got their picture taken-Abram would only sit on Afton's lap, and how when it was time to leave Abram went and hid, and cried because he was having so much fun he didn't want to go-and how he kept saying "More Afton!".

He really loves his family, I am so grateful that they were able to see all of them this weekend. I hate how we all live so far apart.

And So It Begins...................Kinda

We bought a potty last night. I'm not going to start potty training Abram until after we getting settled with Reese. I thought that might be too overwhelming for him. So Kris and I decided to buy a potty and just sit it in the bathroom and talk to him about it so that he would get used to it, etc. Today he says, "Sit on potty?" and I very enthusiastically said, "Let's go!" Little did I know he just wanted to "rest" and make conversation :)

Step Aside Leonardo........

Abram loves art projects, seriously, he really gets into them. Today we make a butterfly with shapes on it's wings.




And we worked a little on letters too :)

"Laughing Turns to Crying"

This is something my grandma would always say to us, and even though we ignored it, it always turned out to be true. There we would be playing away having the best time, and someone would get hurt, or one of us would get our feelings hurt, or at the moment we would be so tired-we'd break down. Whatever the case may be, Grandma was right and that saying has come into play a lot recently with the mood swings kicking back into gear the last couple weeks of pregnancy. I thought I would share some stories with you as you are on this journey with me, even if it's for entertainment purposes only.

Last night we had the missionaries over for dinner-wait REWIND- remember when I told you that I am not the "cute just stuffed a basketball up their shirt" looking pregnant ladies? Remember when I told you I was more of a "uncute, bless your heart, stuffed a TIRE up their shirt" kind of pregnant ladies. And just as an update-I am at the point where everything is too small and tight, I switch between 2 pairs of stretch pants/capris, and my belly-stretch marks and all-hangs out of everything I wear, so I am constantly pulling shirts down and pants up.

Back to the story.

We had the missionaries over for dinner, and I was wearing a t-shirt, it was too tight, I was busting out everywhere and I was making meatball sandwiches so I knew I would spill something on it and change anyway before they got there. So I am making jokes to Kris about how tight my shirt is, and how it would scare the missionaries out of ever having children etc etc. We were laughing it up. And then I went to change, when I came back we were talking and Kris was about to go and pick up the missionaries and says to me in all seriousness "Don't forget to change." I just stared at him............suddenly it wasn't funny anymore, and when he left I cried.....stupid shirts, stupid hormones.

We have a restaurant in town that is a Japanese Hibachi grill that does carry out as well as dining in. I decided I needed some Saturday. It's in a little shopping strip next to a Rent-A-Center. That being said, I was carrying our dinner out to the car, capris falling down, shirt riding up, belly sticking out, but no hands to do what was needed because I was carrying the food. There was a man loading a truck about 10 car spaces from where I was, and he did a VERY OBVIOUS double take, and on the double-he stopped and stared. (Did I mention that the filter that goes from my brain to my mouth has also been wearing thin?) To which I replied "That's right buddy! Take it ALL in!!! Big and beautiful!" ......weirdo.

I seem to forget how hard the last couple weeks are, I am not sleeping, feeling enormous, having mood swings and feeling I need to be checked in to a mental hospital or everyone I come in contact with should be, but one thing I am absolutely sure of, that all of this is completely, one million percent worth it.


(Abram testing out the decorative pillows)

When My Little Guy Is Sick...................

......some battles are not worth fighting. I mean c'mon, Batman needs to take baths too-I'm sure of it.



Yep, my little guy is sick. And he hates the doctor. In fact, he even cries like a wild maniac when we are just waiting in the exam room. You know, where it sounds like his life is been threatened. And cries even when the doctor is not talking to or touching him, and screams, and thrashes around a bit, almost as fun as when he gets a haircut. I hate when he is sick, it's so pitiful, and the coughing-it breaks my heart.

My mom probably thinks this behavior at the doctor is something called "karma", I beg to differ.

3 Times a Charm?????

I want to gag a little. Today was my third sugar test. Apparently my levels have been all over the place (this might be due to the fact that I have ate before the past two tests??? No one told me not to) that is, until today. Not only was it the three hour test, but I got the opportunity to have my blood taken 4 TIMES!!!!!!!!!! I am not one who likes needles, in fact, I hate them. So today was the "funnest" ever. The weird thing is, the results take a week, so being that MY C-SECTION IS THREE WEEKS FROM TODAY (AUGH!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!?!) It's interesting that I might need to be on a special diet for 2 weeks. 2 weeks without sugar (I know Marla, you do not feel sorry for me one bit :)) I told Kris, his life might be a little miserable.........