Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Monday, July 25, 2016
A little peek at real life in July, courtesy of my iphone, through pictures that didn't quite make it into any other blog posts...
The progression of trying to take a picture with Jack while I'm holding him. Sometimes we end up with a good one, sometimes we don't, all times I lose a handful of hair to those
surprisingly strong claws tiny little baby hands.
Lots of pool time with this cute little lobster any chance I get.
Just taking a nap with brother.
We got some sparklers and took lots of blurry Fourth of July pictures.
And in this month's version of Chris sticking the baby places he doesn't belong, we have Jack in a diaper box. Jack thought it was absolutely hilarious and was more than happy to just hang out in a box.
This carrier is saving my life. ^^
Jack and I went to church alone together for the first time. While this is probably normal for a lot of people, I felt like a rock star.
So sitting up on his own is a thing he does now.
This was on a Saturday morning. Our neighborhood pool was completely empty. We laughed about how big of a difference it is from our rooftop pool in Orlando, which was always crowded and filled with drunk people by 10:00AM on the weekends. This is a nice change of pace.
My mom came to visit and we found the Lilly store. Just look at this magical mug collection! Need them alllllll.
My favorite Timehop of all time, ever. Cue instant heart explosion.
Pro tip: While including your baby in cooking dinner sounds cute in theory, he will dump your bowl on the floor the second you look away. He's already decided to do so here. Just look at that face.
Jack can see himself in the camera when we take pictures now, and he stares at himself, sticks his tongue out, and sometimes laughs at himself. It's hilarious and adorable.
On our way to a rain or shine farmer's market that was all packed up...because of the rain.
I'll leave you with this...Jack has started holding onto Gatsby's tail while he falls asleep. Gatsby absolutely hates when anyone touches his tail, but he allows it because he loves Jack.
Friday, July 22, 2016
Skies like this. It's not a big city, so there aren't tons of building and lights. Meaning that the sunsets are stunning and the stars are clear and it's just beautiful.
Having an outside area that's all ours. That hammock is my happy place.
This little munchkin having his own room. Jack having his own room to nap in has been a GAMECHANGER.
An excuse for DIYs. Mourn with me for a second...I bought an unfinished dresser so I could paint and stain it the colors I had in mind. It. Took. So. Long. And it was like, a thousand degrees outside while I was doing it. It was waaaay more work than I had in mind. But I did it! And I loved how it looked in Jack's room....for a whole two weeks before Ikea recalled it because it was literally killing kids. Now all my hard work is hidden away in a closet.
Being able to get all of Jack's books out of storage! My baby shower was a "bring a book instead of a card" one. It's been so fun to get to read these to him!
Like I said, overflowing with thankfulness.
There are phases in life where you just stop and say thank you, and this is one of them for me. I'm so thankful we're here, I'm so thankful for this house, I'm so thankful for my family. Life is busy and sometimes a little hard, but it is so, so good.
What's making you thankful lately?
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Around 3:15AM I woke up to a popping sound. I threw a pillow at Chris to wake him up and told him I thought my water had broke. He told me it had (perks of being married to a doctor!).
I fell asleep, and woke up to the nurse telling me she wanted to try a practice push to see how my body was reacting to the epidural. I did what she told me, she screamed at me to stop, and ran and got the doctor. Within minutes the room was full of lights and nurses and my favorite doctor. I figured that meant something was about to happen, so I texted my mom, "Wakey wakey, we're having a baby!"
This is the part where you all get to hate me.
I looked back later at what time I sent the text. I texted her at 5:35.
Jack was born at 5:58.
The first time I held my little bub.
I shouted, "He's so tiny!" When the doctor was handing him to me, and the doctor laughed and said, "No he's not!" But he was just the tiniest little babe I'd ever seen up close, and it was insane to me that his itsy-bitsy arms and legs could already move.
When he was placed in my arms, I felt a rush of emotions, but they were different than the ones I expected the feel. It was less of an, "I suddenly love you" and more of an, "I'm so happy you're finally here, I've always loved you, you've always been a part of my life and I'm just so glad we're together now." I felt relieved, like we'd been waiting for this moment for much longer than 40 weeks. I felt pride and love and just a downright connection rise up in me and overflow from my heart, and it was perfect.
It's such a strange experience. One second, this baby is an unseen, unheard face inside of you, and the very next second, it's a moving, crying actual part of this world. It's the strangest feeling.
I'll spare you details, but there's no sugarcoating it: Birth sucks. An epidural wearing off sucks. Recovery sucks. But there are absolutely no words to describe the magic of waking up as a family of two one day and starting the next day as a family of three. There aren't words to adequately explain the feeling of holding something that is half of you and half of the person you love most in this world.
When it was time to come go home, it felt like we were doing something wrong. Like, surely they weren't about to let us leave the hospital with an actual baby. Surely someone was going to stop us and say, "Yes, but can you really take care of him?"
But they did let us leave, and we went out into the real world to start our life as a perfect little family. And while I still feel pretty clueless, it's been six months, and we're still going strong.
And that is the story of how little Jack Isaiah Jacobs came into this world.