Overwhelmingly Blessed

When Andrew and I first were married, we wanted a big family! Like four kids... or so... :)

Of course, things like that always change once you realize how expensive having children are and how much time it takes to take care of them. But, for us, those things changed once we started having miscarriages. There was a point where we (Andrew especially) had resolved ourselves to having just one baby. That was definitely not at all what I wanted. I just begged God, please just one more baby, please...

When we got pregnant the first time, there was this bad feeling in the back of my mind, but I just kept saying we were so blessed and would be continued to be blessed. Then we lost that baby. And we lost the next one. But boy was I right about how blessed we were!

Because then... Avery came along. A little miracle, but at the time we never thought about how much of a miracle she really was.

Three miscarriages later, we found out I had a septate uterus - a uterus with a septum (band of tissue) dividing it down the center (partially, not completely). The septum has no blood flow, so when a fertilized egg attaches to it (the area that most fetuses are attached is the back, which is where the septum was located), it can't thrive, causing multiple miscarriages.

We also found out that our doctor, a reproductive endocrinologist in St. Louis at Wash U, had never seen a patient that had a septum and had delivered a baby in the third trimester. It explained why Avery was breech and early. But it didn't explain the complete miracle she was. See, the doctor said that technically Avery attached to the "wrong" part of the uterus - but for us, that was the RIGHT part. THAT is a complete miracle. And that's probably why a septum was never caught earlier. With an almost term baby, it was probably not a thought in anyone's mind.

And then we had the surgery to get the septum removed. Even though our doctor was certain we would carry to term, I still had my reservations. And I was petrified. But here Hadley is, a perfectly healthy 8 pound baby that was born the day before her due date. Another little miracle and blessing.

My heart is so full of love for these two, and we are so so blessed. I can't imagine my life being much better than it is now. I wish I could get a snapshot of what Hadley will look like in a year or two, and how she and Avery will act together. I don't want that time to sneak up on me so quickly - hence, just a quick snapshot into the future. :) I would like things to slow down for the most part. I know it will be no time and Hadley will be talking back to me. ;)

Sometimes, when I look at both of the girls, I get this overwhelming urge to cry. Just burst into tears of joy for how much I love them. I will honestly get goosebumps when I stare at them, thinking of all of the ways we are blessed. God truly does awesome things if you let him.

First Outing Alone

Yay! I'm still alive!
I took both girls out, alone, and we made it back home safe and sound!

Thursday I have an appointment at Barnes at 11:20 am, and because this week is our work Convention, Andrew will be in STL and I will have to do the appointment alone (my parents are out of town too, as my dad is usually in charge of taking me places). I've been off my pain meds for about a week so it was finally time for me to drive myself.

It took us a while to get ready and get out the door, since Andrew usually is in charge of taking care of Avery while I feed Hadley, or changing Hadley while I take care of getting Avery dressed. But it was just me this morning, so it took quite a while. I'll have to remember that for days when it's just us and we have to get somewhere.

Today, we just were going to Walmart to pick up a few things we need and also to pick up some more craft stuff for Avery, so we can get back into the routine of our once-a-day-projects.

Getting both girls out of the car and onto the stroller was the hardest part and took a lot of time (well, to someone that doesn't like to waste time on things such as that). Annoying. But I got them both loaded onto the stroller and we went into Walmart. The only issue we encountered was how much stuff we could buy, because I couldn't very well push a stroller along with a cart, and I couldn't put both girls in the cart because that would give me even less room really (and I'll admit it here, I've mistakenly not paid for items that got lost under a car seat while in a cart).

Avery was my "helper" but she could only hold so much. So we got our stuff and got back out to the car, and I got everybody loaded fairly quickly in the hot hot heat, so I think it was an overall success.

We even had lunch with Daddy, picking him up and running home to pick up some things he needed to fax in for insurance purposes.

Overall, it was a pretty good day, so I think I'm ready for Thursday. I hope we can get a decent parking space in the parking garage; that place gets sweltering in this heat.

2nd Week Home Alone

....did not go so well. I'm sure a majority of that reason was my high fever, chills, bleeding incision and massive pain. I had to send Avery to my Dad's on Tuesday because of how sick I was and yesterday I sent her to my grandparents for a few hours during the day and then to my sister's for the night to burn off that 3-year-old energy that I can't keep up with. I'm feeling a lot better now that I have a few days' worth of antibiotics under my belt, so I'm hoping we'll be back to our normal routine next week. I'm off to finally pick up some finger paints so we can get back to our daily projects that were non-existent this week.
We have lots of hand/foot print posters to make for everyone we know this coming up week! Andrew will be in St. Louis from Tuesday night until Saturday night for our work Convention, and I'm trying to figure out how that's going to work for us and seeing him, and I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday that I guess I'll be taking both girls to by myself because this is also the week Deanette and my parents (two huge helps for us) are out of town. So, Thursday afternoon should be interesting. Perhaps we'll just hang out in St. Louis to see Daddy anyway. I'd love to say I could take the girls to the zoo or science center or something, but there's
just no way an exclusively breastfeeding mother with an incision about to burst can walk around and handle that much alone. Plus, with the way these temperatures have been the past month, it will be WAY too hot to hang out anywhere close to outside. The parking garage at Barnes is going to be hot enough.
This c-section complication has been one pain in the rear, that's for sure. I will be REALLY happy when it's gone and I'm feeling better and Convention is over so that Andrew can stay home a week with me in just a few weeks!! :)

Funny Sayings by Avery

Avery has just been doing and saying some funny things lately, so I thought I'd share...

Usually said when I'm feeding the baby and telling her to do something and she's being really slow at doing it:
"Okay, okay, stop being crabby mom." The facial expressions used during this one are my favorite.

This is in response to her Aunt Nettie asking to take Avery:
"I can't, Hadley cries when I leave."

Avery found my nursing pads and asked the following:
"Mom, are these the things for your bras that leak??"

Along the same lines, her Aunt Nettie was tickling her:
"Ouch! You're hurting my bras!" - I guess you can figure out what she thinks "bras" are.

I asked Avery if I could hold her one day (before having the c-section):
"No, because I'm dangerous."

When Dez and I went to Walgreens, she was looking at nail polish, but kept calling it "sand polish." Not sure where she got that, but when Dez said, "You mean nail polish??" she burst into laughter and kept saying the whole rest of the day, "I called it sand polish! But it's really called nail polish! I'm so silly!"

To my sister's friend Kayla when they went swimming:
"Kayla, I really like your earring in your belly button."


The list could go on and on, but sometimes I forget some things she says. She usually has me laughing several times a day. The crabby one gets me every time, when I should probably be telling her not to speak to me that way. It's just so hard not to laugh at her when she says it.

C-sections are major abdominal surgery.

I hated hearing this because I had one my first pregnancy and recovery was a breeze. I certainly didn't feel like I had just had major abdominal surgery. So as serious as the surgery is, this time I wasn't quite as scared.
But I'm having surgery side effects now. :(
Last night, I woke up about 2:00 am to feed Hadley. She ate for 20 mins on one side, but only like 5 mins on the other. My left breast loves to be engorged, so it was extremely painful that she didn't empty that one. I went ahead and pumped to help out, but it was still really hurting. By the time I made it to bed, I had started getting chills and I was freezing. I got into bed, and cuddled up next to Andrew hoping his body heat would help warm me up. I was laying on my left side. I all of a sudden started getting severe chills. My whole body was shaking and I started getting body aches. I asked Andrew to check me and he said I didn't feel warm at all, so no fever. He ended up having to get me a thick fleece blanket that did absolutely nothing to warm me up. Eventually, I realized it could be the start of a breast infection or a clogged duct or something. So I flipped from my side to my back, hoping getting off my left breast would help. The body shakes went away, but I still felt feverish with body aches. I eventually fell asleep.
About an hour later, I woke up, still chilly, still feverish, and I noticed my pajama bottoms felt wet around the elastic waistband. I woke up Andrew to check me out and sure enough, my incision had started bleeding. There were several fairly large blood spots on my pj pants. So, with his help I changed and put some dressing on it and then we took my temp: 102.
I called my on call doctor (about 4:30 - 5:00 am at this point) and when she called back, she said it could be a breast infection, an incision infection or both.
Since I already had an appointment that day, they just moved it up a few hours to see me sooner.
The doctor said it looked like a clogged duct, which could be the beginning of a breast infection, but more importantly I had a hematoma behind my incision, which had started to drain. It could drain a lot more. She started to try to drain it herself, but it hurt soo bad that she stopped and told me it would take care of itself - either drain or my body would absorb it. But this has me susceptible to infections. So for either possibility of an infection, I'm to take antibiotics and see the doctor again next week.
So, remember, that c-sections really are abdominal surgery, which means they come with their fair share of complications and side effects. Not quite sure if I'll be having major abdominal surgery in the future by choice...
HOWEVER, this does explain why it's been so painful this entire time. And it just got more painful when I had to start slowing down on my pain medication. So, I feel much better knowing that I'm not just a big baby this time around - there was really something else going on causing more pain.
Honestly, I was expecting this easy breezy (beautiful Cover Girl - couldn't help myself) - easy breezy c-section like I had last time. Kind of a drag I didn't quite get that experience. But today I was thinking, It's really hard to complain too much - we are so blessed with two beautiful girls. How'd we get so lucky?? :)

First Week Down

Hadley and Avery are making being a mother of two pretty easy. Hadley wakes 1 to 2 times a night, sleeping in 4 hr intervals throughout the night. And Avery has been fairly content with movies and playing alone, though we find our own time together throughout the day while Hadley naps. They are even letting me sleep in past 8:00 am - a huge feat for Avery!

Our first week consisted of lots of things!

For Avery, we did a few projects, learned to spell CAT, worked on our other letters and had a few outings with family (she went to breakfast with my dad and swimming one afternoon with Aunt Donea).
For Hadley, we had several visitors, she had her 1 week check up with her doctor (last Monday, and she was 2 oz shy of being back to her birth weight - yea!), we had our first outing to Target, and we went to church and my parents house for the first time.

This week, we'll be heading over to St. Louis for my doctor appointment and to pick up both girls' birth certificates (the annoying part of being born in Missouri), and probably do some more projects and welcome some more visitors.

All in all, the week went way smoother than I imagined it would. Although Hadley eats ever 2-3 hours during the day, she doesn't quite have a schedule and I thought that would end up being an issue with Avery and lunch and nap time, but it really hasn't. We're adapting well to what Hadley's needs are - even Big Sis, who has been absolutely great with her little sister (except when I was starting this blog entry, I looked over and she had her finger in Hadley's mouth - we're still working on what's acceptable vs. what's not).

I hope this week turns out similarly. I'm loving staying home with the girls and spending time with them, but the first two weeks of maternity leave just flew by. I hope the next 10 weeks do NOT!

Big Sister/Little Sister

I'm so excited to see what kind of relationship Avery and Hadley will have as Hadley grows older. Avery is completely infatuated with her little sister. We have seen only a few instances of jealousy, which are to be expected (I think).
Her Aunt Donea came over and was holding Hadley and Avery wanted Donea to play with her. When she didn't, she said, "I don't want a little sister anymore, I don't want to be a big sister!!"
And one other time she was told to eat her food and because she was just mad, she said, "I don't want to be a big sister anymore!"
She can be quite the stinker.

On to the adorable things she says:
Hadley's sleeper said "Daddy's girl" on it and Avery asked me what it said. I told her and she said, "That's not right! It should say Avery's girl!"
She told me Hadley is the cutest baby she's ever seen.
She told me she loved Hadley more than a million red m&ms (this is a big deal for Avery - she loves her m&ms).
She told me Hadley is so small and so cute and so little and she would take care of her. (Cuteness.)

So, as often as she may say she doesn't want a little sister and she doesn't want to be a big sister, she says 5 other adorable cute things about how she loves Hadley. She also really likes to be involved, like with burping or changing her. She's very interested at all times in what Hadley is doing and I will hear her talk to her and say sweet things about how she loves her and she's her big sister.

Coming from a big sister to 3 little sisters, I know Avery is going to be an excellent one. She is so caring and nurturing already, she's going to be a great big sister! Maybe one day she'll have to stick up for her sister on the playground and threaten a boy that was making her little sister cry (yes, I did this to a boy that was picking on Desiree in grade school). Because that's what big sisters do.

Yipes- c-sections hurt!

When I had my emergency c-section with Avery, I was petrified about recovery. But from what I remember, it was so easy and I was feeling good less than 2 weeks later - walking around the mall, going shopping at Babies 'R Us, etc. I remember the first day getting up was pure torture and it was painful during the hospital stay, but that's it. I either didn't have a lot of pain or I blocked it from my mind. Because this time.... oh, this time.... is much, much different. And much, much more painful. Ouch.
Here's my take on why it's so much more painful this time:
When I had Avery, after my 2 hours in recovery (lying flat on my back, just lying...) they wheeled my bed down to the NICU to hold my baby. That would have been probably around 6:30pm. Then, they took me to my room, hooked me up to a nice morphine drip and I slept most the rest of the night. They didn't get me up until the next morning.
With Hadley, she went to recovery with me, where I immediately started trying to breastfeed. So, I was already sitting up (with assistance from the bed) just an hour after my c-section. Then, they took me to my room and we had lots of visitors, and continued to feed Hadley, which means a lot more sitting up. And 6 hours past my c-section, they had me walking to the chair and the bathroom.
When I had Avery, I had to walk down the hall to the NICU to see her, but then I just sat there and didn't move the whole time I was down there. The nurses did most everything else. I also slept alone in my room at night.
With Hadley, I had to get up myself at night and pick her up to feed her. Things I wasn't able to do with Avery.
When I was released from the hospital with Avery, I went home empty handed. Not ideal, but that meant no newborn to take care of while I was at home (usually just the evening and night).
I have major bruising all around my incision and had some intense pain the day after. My guess on this is that they use the exact same original incision the 2nd time. Avery was 5 pounds and 5 ounces. Hadley was 8 pounds and 1 ounce. I think they had to pull on the incision a lot more to fit her "big head" out.

So, the problem here is that I got about a week of only half taking care of a newborn, while still being able to heal as necessary. With Hadley, I started taking care of her more like 75% of the time (Andrew is an immense help) right off the bat. I'll take the pain over the NICU stay any day.
But it sure is hurting. I'll have sharp pains that take my breath away. I still can't move like I think I can, and I'll yank something (probably stitches) in there from the way I move. Luckily, an ice pack and pain medication help a lot.
Andrew thinks I'm doing too much too fast. He's probably right, but with a 3 year old at home it's really hard to just hang out on the couch and not do much. Although quite the independent 3 year old, she still needs a lot of help when she goes to the bathroom (thank goodness I'm not having to change diapers though!) and when she wants a snack, or to watch a movie, or play with certain toys and games that are put up out of her reach. I still have to get her outfits out and assist her with putting them on, help her brush her teeth, fix her hair, etc.

So, in saying all that, I must say I'll take back my previous statements about how easy c-sections are. Maybe in a month, I'll be back to saying it again, but for now... I'm recanting that statement. And saying that c-sections really, REALLY hurt.

Projects (July 11)

Avery loves projects. And since I'm a part of Pinterest, I've found tons of stuff that we can do. And I figured a great way to keep her busy and keep us from resorting to watching TV is to set up a good schedule during the days. This includes breakfast and a movie in the morning (to get us going), getting dressed (we happened to skip that step today for Avery), do a project together (while Hadley hopefully naps), lunch, nap time and play time, then maybe another movie or TV show before Daddy gets home.
Today was our first day doing a project. I found this handy-dandy one online (Enchanted Learning) and I had all of the supplies to make it, so check it out:

Rough Night

We had our first rough night last night with Hadley. Our first night at home was fabulous. Hadley ate every 2-3 hours and when we swaddled her and put her down after her 10:30pm feeding, she looked so snuggled and comfy and she fell right asleep. At about 2:00am, I woke up feeling like it was time for her to eat, but she still looked pretty comfy and cozy in la-la-land. I waited until 2:30am and I ended up waking her up myself to eat. After that, we swaddled her again and she went right back down. At about 4:30am she woke up, not crying, just fussing and rooting, so I fed her again and again, she went right back down. She woke up again at about 7:00am. Not too shabby a night!
But then last night, she was hungry and not ready for sleep! She ate every hour and when we would swaddle her and put her to sleep, she was fussing and acting hungry again. So, from about 11:00pm until 5:00am, the cycle went like this: feed her for 30 minutes, burp her, change her, swaddle her/rock her to sleep, lay her down, 5 minutes later start all over again!
It wasn't exactly pleasant, and I'm nervous about the nights that Andrew won't be getting up with me because he's working, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world. I had a nice nap this morning thanks to my husband. And seriously, this baby can do no wrong in my eyes. So, we're dealing with the cluster feedings and hoping she'll do those more during the day than during the night. And hopefully mama can get some good rest!
Avery, however, slept right next to our bed on the floor practically the entire night, until about 4:30am when she woke up and came out into the living room where I was watching TV and curled up next to me. Oh, the first night we were home, Avery got up during Hadley's first feeding and came in our room. She was pretty upset she had to go back to her room while Hadley got to sleep in her bassinet next to us, so in order to stave off some jealousy she may have with the new baby, we set up a pallet on the ground next to our bed. She can sleep there any time she wants while Hadley is in our room. Andrew isn't too thrilled about it, but I feel she isn't the best sleeper anyway and this is the easiest way to give Avery a feeling that she's involved also.
So, I hope all this works out and we end up with 2 amazingly great sleepers fairly soon. :)

Miscarriages.

It's no secret that Andrew and I have had several miscarriages. We've never tried to hide it and I'm pretty open about talking about it and our experiences of each one. Not everyone feels so comfortable. Some people may experience a miscarriage and never share it with anyone outside their family. It's different for everyone, and there's no one right way to handle a loss.
But, anyway, back to my post: We had 2 miscarriages before we had Avery and we had 3 more miscarriages after Avery and before Hadley. 5 losses that were all completely different and all completely devastating. There were several times in my life I was right on the borderline of calling a psychologist because I was becoming depressed. Fortunately for us, we were able to get pregnant again fairly quickly (which is not always the case for those that experience miscarriages and it's not always the case for any couple trying to conceive). I know several women, both older and younger, that have experienced at least one miscarriage, while several of those women have experienced more than one.
This post is to reflect on the 5 losses that we experienced. Although I'll never understand why we had to experience 5 losses (it sounds like so many sometimes) and I'll never be "over" the loss of those babies, I am at the point in my life where I can look back and think: If this is the path it took us to have Avery and Hadley in our lives then it is the path that I will take again and again and again. I wouldn't change one thing about my life if it meant not having Avery and Hadley- those specific girls. I miss our other babies we will never know in this lifetime, but I love Avery and Hadley more than life itself.
So, remember, if you've recently experienced a loss or losses and you're feeling hopeless, like I once (or five times) did, keep going. It may not feel like it, but there's something amazing at the end. Our third loss was in May of 2009. So from May of 2009 until October of 2010, I felt nothing but hopelessness. And even after finding out we were expecting again at the end of the October, I had 9 months filled with doubt and fear. And now I am looking at my husband holding our perfect little girl. And that's exactly how it's supposed to be.

Home!

We are home from the hospital at last, which took a lot of hard work on my part. ;) You know, taking all my pain meds and walking the halls to keep from getting too sore. I knew if I was sore and not looking like I was good to take care of myself, I wouldn't be able to leave by Friday. But thankfully I am feeling good and was able to make it out of the hospital and home by Friday afternoon. On Friday morning, I knew I was waiting to see my doctor to release me and the pediatricians in the hospital to make their rounds and say Hadley was also good to go. My doctor came in, thinking I looked good, and she released me just about right away. Have I mentioned I LOVE my doctor? I saw the OB Team at the Center for Advanced Medicine, but mainly saw Dr. Sonn and I would recommend her and their practice to anyone. Andrew even loved her, and he's a tricky one when it comes to doctors... he doesn't just like anyone. We also really liked the Barnes pediatricians. And when they came in (ooh-ing and aah-ing over my gorgeous baby), it didn't take them long to say Hadley looked great and was ready to go home also. Awesome! Let's get the heck outta here!
So, we were waiting for the doctors and nurses to get my discharge papers together when we had one minor little setback and issue with a lactation consultant that was at first upsetting, but then just annoying once we realized the information she gave us was very incorrect per Hadley's pediatricians that were overseeing here during our stay there.
So, all in all, that was the only issue we had with the hospital. I had an awesome night nurse and my other nurses were great too. We received excellent care and would recommend anyone having a baby to consider Barnes and the OB Team at the Center for Advanced Medicine.
A much relieved mama after the conversation with the peds was thrilled when they came in with our discharge papers. My dad brought Avery up so she could also be a part of that process. She was so talkative the whole ride home and excited to get her baby sister home. And she has been so great with her for the most part. Our first night went well, Hadley got up twice to eat, with one 4 hour sleep span in there (lovely, thank you dear) and Avery got up during the first feeding with us. I want her to be a part of it and to not get jealous, so we made her a pallet on our floor for her to sleep on in our room (since Hadley is in there also). She loves that and slept all night right next to our bed.
And being home with both of my girls is just wonderful! All I can think of is that Motley Crue song 'Home Sweet Home' which keeps replaying over and over in my head. Just the home sweet hooooooooome part really. You know it. And now it's stuck in your head. You're welcome.
Welcome home Hadley Elizabeth! We're so happy you are here!!

Meeting Hadley

The past few days have been full of excitement... and meeting Hadley and getting to know her has been the most exciting. Our first impression after meeting her was that she was a crier. She cried from the moment she was out of my belly until the moment we tried feeding for the first time. It wasn't a nonstop cry, but she was definitely much more calm after she was able to try to eat. And she likes to try and eat! She had us up quite a bit the first night, with several cluster feedings. I swore I would not have her sleeping in the nursery (mainly because Avery had been in the NICU and I wanted the baby with me), but by the 2nd night Andrew realized that I wasn't sleeping even when she was and he took the initiative to send her to the nursery. It didn't hurt that we had an awesome night nurse (seriously, she was amazing) and she made us feel comfortable leaving Hadley in the nursery. I would feed her, Andrew would burp her and once she was on her way to dream-land, the nurse would come get her, letting us get several straight hours of sleep. I realized all we were missing were a few dirty diapers and sleep, plus they did a lot of her testing during this time, so I felt much better letting her go (plus, I was getting sleep!).
It turns out I have PUPPS (click here to read more about it); a rash that affects women at the end of their pregnancy, typically around 34 weeks gestation. I had it with Avery also, but thought it was a fluke thing since she was delivered at 34 weeks. It lasted a few weeks and was pretty painful. But it's started now too and this time has been confirmed it is PUPPS, which rarely does affect women after they have a baby. It's also not common for a woman to experience it with more than one pregnancy, but if it does, it's usually not as bad subsequent times (according to the doctor; I really hope that's true!). Anyway, I'm on benadryl to help with the pain/itching associated with the rash, which also makes me very drowsy. So I need all the extra sleep that I can get.
Besides the rash, I'm having absolutely no other issues. My incision is healing nicely, I don't have a whole lot of pain, I'm able to get around just fine, and everything else seems to be going well also!
So, back to Hadley.
Hadley, if you couldn't tell, has red hair, is a pretty laid back baby (she likes to eat, poop, and sleep) and is so stinking adorable. I mean, I never thought I'd be having 2 such cute babies. We're still getting to know each other, and figure out the breastfeeding thing, but she's making it all very easy. I can't wait to get her home! :)

Hadley's Birth Story

To read Hadley's complete birth story, click here.




More to come on her later!!

Miss Hadley

I had my last appointment for this pregnancy and as long as I don't go into labor over the weekend, we shall be meeting Miss Hadley on Tuesday morning! I'm excited and scared for how quickly this weekend will go by. We have absolutely no plans, except to swim and relax and hang out, which makes me nervous the weekend will either go by very slowly or very fast. And I'm not sure which I prefer.
At last week's appointment, I was 2 cm dilated and pretty thing and the doctor didn't think I would make it to the 5th. Today, however, there is no change and now the doctor (different doctor, as there are a few in the practice you see on a rotation basis) thinks she will definitely stay in til the 5th. Now, last week, I was excited to hear she might come early. I prayed every day she would come (I was all set at work, and just ready to start my maternity leave), but today is a different story. It's not even Fair St. Louis yet and the traffic crossing Poplar into the city was already a little crazy at 10:00 am, and I just do not want to deal with trying to get to the hospital during that hot mess of the July 4th crowd trying to see The Steve Miller Band or Maroon 5. So, now that I'm officially on maternity leave, we would like it very much if Hadley stayed put until the 5th.
I'm also looking forward to spending some quality time with Avery, though as we speak she is in the basement playing alone while I sit here and type, ha. We just went swimming and I plum wore myself out. My eyes are drifting towards shut even as I type.
Andrew would probably like her to wait for the same reasons, and also because he's hoping to have our basement family room finished by the end of the weekend, so we can move even more stuff around and have more living space to prepare for this 2nd baby.
And now my 1st baby is back upstairs and she wants to read, so the next time I post will most likely be to actually introduce little Miss Hadley. :)