This is my life

Well, it's Saturday night at 9:49 and what am I doing? Well, after giving SJ his bath and filled his tummy, we are now basking in the silence of a perfect sleeping baby. We also broke out our wedding cake because we totally forget to eat it on our actual one year anniversary.

Way do ya know? It tasted great!

As I look back on the last year, I once again am reminded that I am a blessed man. I have a wonderful wife, a son who I can't seem to stop kissing, a successful business, and a church group that we finally can call our own. Who can ask for anything more? Well, I'll have to leave that to another post, but as for now, you probably couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

 

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Can it be 7 weeks already?

Wow has time flown by. It felt just like week, I was posting a blog on his birth. :) this little guy has made me proud. He rolled over for the first time at 3 weeks and now we can't keep him on his tummy

 

 

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Lesson #2 : NEVER say never

Now I know what you're all thinking but I guess this one had to be learnt on our own.

In the past 20 something years of my life, I've heard many parents say they're kids would never do this or the parents would never do that and it always changes. Well, I guess it just takes one or two things in life to realize that everything is negotiable and every action (no matter how crazy it seems at the time) has its purpose.

Point #1- my sister n laws (which have blessed the family with 5 children already with another one on the way) did something so crazy after each child birth that I said we would never do....dehydrate their placenta and take it as a supplement. Now, you may have just read that and are thinking WTF, as I did, but this is actually something that a lot of women do. Here is a nice article is you want to know the logistics:

http://www.alternative-mama.com/placenta-encapsulation/

In case you didnt read it, the article basically states that taking the pills can help with the baby blues and post partum depression. I remember seeing that jar of little pills in the fridge on our visit to see Finleigh after the hospital and finding out the frightening details of how they came to be. I was completely grossed out. Thinking it was wacko and only belonged in some granola eating hippy commune, I let Trisha know that we would NEVER do that. Well, it only took about two hormonal encounters with my pregnant wife to make me do 180 on that decision. If there was anything we could do to keep my wife from being overly hormonal after birth, I was immediately on board. In fact, Trisha feels that they give her energy and she has no signs of the baby blues or depression. We call them her "happy pills". I was joking when getting into the fridge for some milk the other day and while noticing that the "prescription" was running low, I mentioned we needed to hit the hospital for another meaty placenta to dehydrate. We had a laugh and Trisha made it clear now THAT would be gross, but if anyone knows of a spare lying around......I'm just saying *wink

On to point #2. After 5 weeks of protecting our little baby from the outside world, we brought him out to LCU's Master Follies. Sure we could have left him home locked up in the closet but I really wanted to show him off.

What a little stud, right? Anyways, that's all it took to rip his little immune system to shreds and one week later, Trisha was hearing the term RSV pour out of our pediatrician's mouth. Now this was our first bout with anything but a perfectly happy and healthy baby. Poor little guy can hardly breathe and has the worst cough. Now we were told to grab an extra nose sucker bulb from the hospital because they were the best we'd be able get a hold of but it just wasn't doing the trick to clear out the massive amounts of goo in SJ's nose. Enter the NoseFrida.

Yes, that picture on the box details how you use this thing. It's basically a tube with one end in your mouth and the other in your kids snotty nose. Next step? Some deep sucking. The first time I saw this, I thought that it was totally disgusting and I would NEVER use one of these things. Well, after only 6 weeks of loving on this little nugget, I'm finding that there is probably nothing in the world that I wouldn't do to make him feel better. It was a little tough to figure out at first but I got the hang of it and boy o boy does this thing work. In about a quarter of the time, I can completely empty out his congestion and we can tell he instantly feels better. And the company has another product that at first glance looks absolutely insane but I have a feeling i'll be running to the store if the problem ever arises. Can you guess what it's for?

So in conclusion, I've learned my lesson. It didn't take long and I'll think twice before I say "never" again.

 

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January 5th, the day our lives changed forever

We've been doing everything this last week to get SJ to decide he's ready to meet us. Spicy food, walking around the mall, bouncing on the yoga ball....and nothing. Friday night we gave it one more try with going over to my parents house. My mom fixed a green chili stew and we played a round of cards all while visiting about the coming due date (Monday) or Thursday when we were schedule to be induced. We got home, and feeling victorious from a win in cards, I treated my wife to some extra-curricular activities (you know, for the baby) and off to bed we went.

Saturday morning, I woke up early with a bad cough so I decided to go get on the couch so Trisha could get some more sleep. At about 9am, she texted me with needing some water so I brought it in and asked if she felt any different from our full day of labor inducing activities, but she said no. So we cuddled and decided it was perfectly fine to take a mid-morning nap. At that point we both realized SJ wasn't coming anytime soon. Trisha, through hard work and self-sacrifice, had built the perfect pregnant paradise for him and he was going to take an extended stay in his little self contained resort. We needed to be patient and although Trisha didn't want to be induced on Thursday, it really wasn't in our hands.

Lesson #1: SJ is in control

10:15 am - I feel Trisha roll out of bed and waddle to the bathroom. "Um, honey....I think my water just broke!" I was still half asleep but it felt like I've been waiting my adult lifetime for this moment. I jumped out bed and had my clothes on with the hospital bag and keys in hand ready to go when she explained she needed to get pretty to go to the hospital. You see, my Peepaw had given us some money for Christmas and we decided to purchase a nice DSLR camera with it so we could document the next years of our family with pics not taken on my iPhone. Little did I know that while I was at Best Buy yesterday telling the sales guy that I had a week to play with the thing until my son came, I was lucky to just get the battery charged and the basics learned.

By 10:45, we were off to the hospital and checking in to the registry desk.

Trisha has had false labor before and we didn't want to be "that couple" that jumped to the hospital every time she felt something weird going on. In fact, Trisha had contractions for about 16 hours straight last week and we almost took the trip but I convinced her to try and wait it out. Luckily we did wait as we found out in the triage room that its no fun being strapped up to the machines for a few hours just to find out you're not in labor. I'm sure the nice couple next to us (who went home an hour later) wasn't too fond of our excitement and joyous laughing.

We were still having a great time because Trisha wasn't even having contractions. Which is a little off. The majority of women start their contractions, head to the hospital and have to have their water broken there.

Enter: pitocin

Once we got to our labor room and Trisha got her gourmet delivery gown on and IV in, it was time to get this process rolling. The contractions started light and mama was doing quite nicely. We knew this was going to be a loooong day because for the last few doctor visits and even up to the triage this morning, Trisha wasn't even dilated to a 1 yet.

3 hours, several cups of ice chips and 4 popsicles later...the nurse told us we were still at a one. The contractions were ramping up but we weren't progressing any. This is when Trisha decided she wanted to take a walk. She was being a trooper and wanted to wait as long as possible before she got the epidural so she wanted to walk around a little while she still had use of her legs.

This was the last smile we got out of her. The walking jump started those contractions to the point where she would stop in mid step and had tears running down her cheeks. It was hard to watch my love in so much pain. We made it back to the room and she had one more contraction before she was begging for the drugs. Luckily, we found out that due to everyone having scheduled births in this age of convenience, the labor floor on the weekends was extremely empty and the anesthesiologist was in our room working on Trisha in about 5 minutes. (Which was probably about 15 minutes late...as Trisha has noted that during her next birth, she will be requesting those drugs A LOT sooner). After the epidural, I got my happy wife back and we found out we were at a 3 which made us happy she was finally progressing.

A couple of hours of watching the contraction charts being spit out of the little printer next to her bed and listening to the little beeps of his heart rate, it was time to check her progress again. We were really hoping for a 6 or 7 due to her slow progression and was extremely surprised to her our new nurse ask us if we were ready to start pushing. Talk about a heart stopping moment! I think Trisha and I looked at each other dumbfounded because the time was finally here and we were getting very close to meeting our little man. The nurse explained that sometimes there were hours of pushing and the doctor wouldn't get there until right before he was ready to pop out.

This was an exciting time. Trisha decided she needed to make sure she was fixed up for delivery and I practiced my "catching" position.

But the excitement was short lived. After about 15 minutes of pushing, SJ's heart rate dropped from 150 to 40. I could see the emergency in the nurses eyes when she dropped Trisha back down into a lying position and rolled her over away from the computer screen. She was instructing the desk nurse to call our doctor to quickly head this way and to pay attention to the notes she had left and also prep the on-call doctor for an emergency c-section. We were told that if SJ didn't stabilize quickly, that we were about 3 minutes away from surgery.

I don't remember being that scared in a long time. It was really hard trying to be calm for Trisha because she didn't know what was going on and had only me to show her that things were going to be ok. SJ did calm down and Dr. Hatton did show up. We took an hour break and decided to let SJ do things on his time and let him work himself down a little on his own. We were nervous when the pushing time presented itself again but Trisha's instincts kicked in and she rose to the occasion. Several nurses filled the room prepping the carts and delivery table and....ME!

Now I've heard from probably a dozen fathers that child birth was an un-natural and crazy, creepy, gross experience. But I took all of that with a grain of salt as I decided to share in the delivery experience. We were blessed with a doctor that was going to allow me to "catch" my baby son and I couldn't be more excited. It was truly a crazy sight when I first saw his head. And after the doctor said "this next push is going to be a baby" I got into my position to bring my baby boy into this world....with a little help from his mama of course.

It is a moment that I will never forget. And I'm blessed to have pictures like this one to remind me of the awesomeness that is our God for allowing us to bring a healthy, perfect baby into his world. I was so proud of Trisha. She sacrificed caffeine and nitrates and other luxuries that I take for granted for 9 long months in order to ensure our babies health and I loved her more In that moment than I have ever loved someone before.

Sean Alan Kirkpatrick Junior

Born on Saturday, January 5th, 2013 at 10:50 pm

Weighing 7 lbs 9 ozs

Measuring 20 inches in length

We weren't out of the woods yet. It took a while to get him cleaned off. The Dr. Said he had been pooping inside for a few days. I remember watching the two nurses work hard in getting his lungs functioning and the length of tube going done his throat in order to suck the incredible amounts of liquid that he had breathed in. We were hearing the word NICU being thrown around if he didn't improve but SJ proved once agin that he was in control and he quickly got in line with the standards they needed for him to be safe. That's my boy!

 

It was a long 36 hours in the recovery room. Having someone check something every 30 minutes doesn't allow any rest. Poor little guy got poked and prodded and snipped and weighed and changed. All he wanted to do was snuggle with mama. We were blessed that he had no problem feeding. During our pregnancy class, there was a full session on breast feeding and the complications that could arise from all of it. But he's a hungry little one and has no problem demanding feeding from his mom and her all-you-can-eat buffet.

The time came for us to go home. Two little old ladies wheeled Trisha and our belongings to the car and we strapped SJ into his car seat for the first time. It finally hit us...this little guy is coming home with us. I think we both cried the whole way home which wasn't too far but it seemed like I drove slower down Indiana than I had ever before. A new chapter in our lives has begun and now can truly embark on

The Kirkpatrick Adventure!

 

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December 2012, the calm before the storm

Ok. I admit it...I've been a super slacker in this whole blogging thing. Alas, I'm going to try and get up-to-date over the next week and then get back on track.

Trisha and I successfully finished our maternity class at the beginning of December. It was a grueling 5 weeks in which we made the trek up to Covenant each Tuesday night. We got to visit the labor floor, pre-register, and watch horrible videos on the process of child birth. Luckily, this also solidified Trisha's idea of wanting the drugs. Neither of us were interested in experiencing the moaning and groaning for hours of intense labor. I also earned my nifty "Coach" hat and a nifty certificate letting us know we were "ready" to become parents.

And then the waiting began. It seemed like the last 4 weeks of the pregnancy was the longest. The diapers were stacked, the nursery was finished and Trisha's poor swollen feet were growing bigger by the day. Patience isn't my best attribute and I was so ready to meet him. Even though we knew he wasn't due until January 7th, we were VERY ready for him to get here. Luckily, we convinced the doc to schedule one more sonogram at 37 weeks. He was so much chubbier than the last pictures and was projecting a weight of 6.5 lbs. Unfortunately, we never got any really good pictures of his face. Before, it was always his hand in the way and this time he decided to be sucking on his foot.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells!

After some cookie decorating and last minute shopping, we made it to Christmas. Now, you haven't truly experienced gift giving until you become part of the Tyler household. First, we started with the 5 little ones and they are (mostly) old enough to be excited about ripping into the presents. Three 50 gallon trash bags full of wrapping paper later....its the big kid's turn.

The presents keep coming and coming. It really is a grand event. Trisha's parents start shopping in the Spring and don't get finished until the day or so before Christmas. Santa also visited Trisha with a letter explaining that he was going to be visiting the Kirkpatrick household next year for a different person. But, because this was her last year, that he hoped she'd be happy with her present anyways.

Christmas was truly magical this year but Trisha and I both realized that this would be the last time we celebrated it for US. Next year, we would have a little one of our own to shower gifts on. Next year would be our first chance to start some long-lasting Kirkpatrick traditions of our own. 2013 is going to be the year that changes our lives forever.

 

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It's been a busy 3 weeks!

In order...

It was so nice being at home for the weekend for the first in 4 weeks. Got to sleep in on a Saturday morning and catch up on a few hours of recorded tv. Luckily, we also got to take advantage of a cherished few hours spent with our friends wishing Kevin a safe and quick trip overseas.

I was very excited to receive my new Nest thermostat and get it installed on the same day that we also got our foam insulation installed in the attic. I wish I had the Nest installed a week or two before so I could see the energy savings but I guess I'll just have to see how well the insulation works according to last years electric bills. Trisha is loving the Nest because it has an iPhone app that let's her control the temp from bed. I've always been the one that is always hot and she's always cold. Well, the table are turned.

Trisha came home from work that day and let me know that there was a very strong smell in the house. I guess I hadn't noticed too much because I was at the house during the foam installation but we agreed she didn't need to stay overnight breathing in the fumes. So I took advantage of the situation and killed two birds with one stone. My least favorite activity in recent years is painting and that's just what I got to do. I painted til almost midnight and then assembled the furniture the next morning. SJ's room is turning out to be pretty awesome though! Once again, I'd like to remind everyone how great my wife is for letting me have my way with this nursery.

Halloween came and went. Trisha and I got a little taste of family as we met our niece and nephew at the pumpkin place to get some pics before they were off to the park. It was fun watching the excitement onTrisha's face on Halloween evening when trick-or-treaters came to the door. It just reminded us that we get to celebrate all of these fun Holidays in a very new light very soon.

Then there is baby.

It seems that about everything that is happening in our daily lives revolves around SJ. We got to register at Babies R Us and Target over the weekend and it quickly reminded us that we need A LOT of stuff. I'm going to have to get a second job to be able to afford all of the strollers, highchairs, diapers, baby Toms, etc etc

Also, last week was our first "expecting parents" class. I don't know how long it's been since I sat in a classroom for 2 hours and listened to an instructor. We learned all about distinguishing the right time to go to the hospital and where to go when it comes. I think tonight we're going to be learning breathing and massage because we were told to bring pillows. I told Trisha to make sure and get some new pillowcases so we didn't have drool or whatever on them. Well Trisha walks in and tosses them to me and sure enough, she had to pick up the one print that made us look like "that" couple....leopard print.

Lastly, we were so excited when our latest sonogram happened. We may get one more according to our doctor but typically this would be our last. I'm already understanding what they mean, when people say that they think their kid is the cutest. Apparently SJ likes his hands because almost pic we've got of him has his hands in front of his face. Trisha was pushing him around and getting on her side to get that one great photo but he just wouldn't move his hands.

Got a few decent ones but I was only concerned with one thing. I wanted to make sure that everything was still there and I got another pic to let me know things were still on track.

That's MY BOY!

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