Apparently I did not take a "3 months" photo of Remy. Mom fail.
The third month with our newest maniac was fun. We partied with friends and family. And we watched Remy grow!
Products we are loving this month:
I am in love with the Graco jogger and infant seat. Remy actually likes his swing... neither of the other kiddos ever cared to chill in a swing. But Remy loves this one. We can change the orientation of the seat (rock side-to-side or front-to-back).
Riley loves when I make his egg-free sugar cookies. He usually digs through this enormous box of cookie shape cutters. This month, we made some "spring" shapes, like flowers and bunnies! When I make cookies, I use this KitcheAid stand mixer. Stu got me the aqua one for Christmas.
Originally, I intended to write a quick post about the first 6 months with Remy, since he is currently 7 months old. As I was pulling photos and looking back on it, I realized it'd end up being an enormous post. The only sensible option is to do a month-by-month. We are WAY behind... so let's get on with it.
In the second month, Remy was staying awake more often... and seemed to really be paying attention to his surroundings.
Spending QT with Extended Family
Throwing a new person into the mix is never super easy. We wouldn't trade it for anything. But it has been an exhausting, interesting first 3 months. I think for time, I will stick more to the Cliff's Notes of our new normal.
The first two weeks after we brought Remy home is kind of a medicated blur. I had more difficulty healing and bouncing back after this c-section than the previous two. Stu had to return to work pretty much right away, so my mom came up daily to help out.
We spent a lot of time just snuggling our new baby.
We have a beautiful baby cradle. I used it for Reagan and Riley. I think I slept in it as a baby. Naturally, I expected to use it for Remy too. It had been next to my bed for nearly a month. Then we got home, put him in it, and I realized that I could not bend down to pick him up. *insert sad mommy face* Oh well. Our pack-and-play had a bassinet attachment, so we used that.
Before we get into bringing Remy home, we have to finish up the hospital stay.
Last time I shared with you the horror of my second day/night. It was not fun.
My last full day in the hospital was a Saturday. I was actually happy to be staying another night... with all the pain and difficulty moving around, it was nice to have the assistance of nurses. My Mom spent the night with me, so Stu could take the big kids home and get a full night of sleep.
Party of Five
Remington was born around lunchtime. Stu and I talked (well, mostly it was me talking) extensively about how we wanted our hospital time to go. 11 years ago, when I was about to give birth to Reagan, I did not give any thought to how many visitors I wanted (or didn't want). As a first time Mom, I had no idea what the delivery and recovery would be like. And because of my lack of foresight, a LOT of people came to the hospital to meet our princess. I don't think my door ever closed.
This time, I knew I wanted to keep it relatively private. So I only told family when we scheduled the delivery date. And I gave a few very close friends the heads up the day before. I'm glad I did this, my hospital time was rough. More on that in a few minutes.
As I said in the final pregnancy update post, we made it to the morning of week 39. This was the day we had scheduled the c-section way back in November. I'm just surprised we actually made it to the planned day.
We spent a nice last night together as a family of four. The morning was exciting. I don't totally remember the events at the house. I know we needed to get the kids up and dressed. We fed them a little something (although I made my husband handle the food since I was fasting). We put all of our hospital stuff in the car. The kids grabbed their bags for Grammie's house. And we climbed in and drove south.
My mom met us in the hospital parking lot and took the kids. They were going to stay with her for most of my hospital stay. There was a flurry of excitement, love and a little bit of apprehension (you know, fear of the unknown).
As you know from the last update, we ended the 36th week in OB Triage at the hospital. A part of me was ready for the baby, but most of me is glad he stayed in.
We have some exciting news to share! Baby Stu 3 will be arriving in late January 2019!
I know, I kind of can't believe it either.
It was incredibly difficult not to share the news with the monsters. They have been asking for/talking about a little one for almost a year. It will sporadically come up in their conversations. Riley has had dreams of being a big brother... although he is praying for a baby brother (he feels like he is surrounded by girls). Reagan's preference is a baby sister, but she said it doesn't really matter to her.
After Stu and I went to the 8-week appointment, saw the peanut on ultrasound, confirmed the due date, confirmed there is just ONE baby brewing, we ordered these shirts from Etsy. Then we (somewhat impatiently) waited for them to arrive.
The day the shirts arrived, I wrapped them in cute gift bags and we surprised the kiddos.
Every week is something new
R & R are having tons of fun reading about their baby each week. We read about its progress, its size, what stuff is developing. They are quite into it. At Reagan's request, we have begun taking weekly pictures. I love it and her enthusiasm, but I feel so bloated and blah right now.
My body kicked into overdrive... by the third pregnancy, it's like "Oh I know what to do! Let's shift all this abdominal stuff around and make her look pregnant right away!" Sometime in the 10th week, my stomach was sticking out (more than usual)... but it was still jiggly and fat. Not cool. At the end of my 11th week, I had a legit baby belly. One night Stu looked at me and said, "Wow! Your tummy popped out!" I'm happy that now its hard and more circle-like. No doubt about it, there is a baby in there.
I'll share more of how I feel and preggo updates in other posts. Right now we are all reveling in the news!
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My kids love music. It surrounds us. The kids play DJ in the car by choosing songs. We have dance parties at night.
I read somewhere when a person is happy, the beat and melody take center stage and when a person is sad, the lyrics stand out. That was interesting to me. It is probably generally true... Let's be real, some catchy, popular songs have the most idiotic lyrics. Lyrics have always been important to me, perhaps it's the writer in me.
A while ago it dawned on me that my kids pay close attention to lyrics too. We have lengthy conversations about some songs and their meanings.
So I have decided to share some of my favorite music lyrics and the lessons we can take away from them.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11, Riley is 9 and Remy was born in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!