Braids

So Grace let me do braids in her hair a couple weeks ago. It was a miracle, really it was. I usually have about 30 to 60 seconds to do her hair in the morning before she starts to freak out. I guess it's pay back for all the times I was a total brat to my mom when she use to do my hair. It's too tight, it's too loose, there's a bump in it. Yeah I don't know how she put up with me. Well, on this day I asked her if she wanted to look like a princess, like Snow White. For those of you who don't know, Grace is OBSESSED with princesses. We went Disneyworld when she was about 10 months old and bought her these plastic princess dolls that stand up, and they are hands down her favorite thing to play with, and she insists on bringing them almost everywhere we go. So she looked at me and said YES! So I started working away at the braids and she could care less about what I was doing, it was great! She just kicked and splashed away in the sink, which she usually does when I do here hair but on this day she didn't seem to mind how long it was taking and all the pulling and tugging. After I was done I said, "Wow Grace you look just like a princess". She had a huge smile on her face, and said, "Yeah Snow White." That seems to be her favorite even though she's only seen the movie once, go figure. Ever since that day I've been doing her hair every morning pretty easily. She even let me cut it last week, I'm on a roll! Every day after I'm done she always says, "wow like a princess, momma", what a doll, I could just eat her. We'll see how long it lasts though... I also squeezed in a few of Rocco at the end because he's just so stinkin' CUTE and getting so big!

Photo Shoot

We had a photo shoot done when Rocco was about a week and a half old. Our friend, Abbie did an AMAZING job! If you want to check out her website it's: bellabeanphotography.com It was so hard to get Grace to smile and pose for any pictures, but she still looks like a beautiful princess to me! Rocco on the other hand did awesome. He slept the entire time except when he pooped or peed =) Here are some of our favorites...

Birth Story And Picture Overload!

I know I always like to hear everyone else's birth story. So I thought I would share mine... disclaimer: May be some graphic details! So on July 10th I was headed to bed around 10, and I had a thought come into my head telling me the baby is coming soon. Through out my whole pregnancy I had a strong feeling he would come early, so I would often have these thoughts. So I went to bed not thinking a ton about it. Then at midnight I woke up for my first bathroom run of the night. When I went I noticed a lot more discharge. Right then I knew something was up, but when I stood up nothing gushed out of me so I thought I would just go back to bed. Then at 2 I woke up for my second bathroom run of the night, and this time there was even more discharge. So I woke up Mark and told him I wasn't sure if my water was breaking or not but something was up. Of course being the calm half asleep male he says to just go back to sleep. So I climbed back in bed wide awake knowing something was going on. So I tossed and turned for a while when all of a sudden a gush came out of me. It happened the same exact way with Grace and almost the exact same time, pretty crazy. Anyways, I stood up and the floods came! I ran over to Mark's side of the bed turned the light on and yelled, my water broke! Also the same exact way I told Mark my water broke with Grace. I'm not a calm person, so screaming seems to work best for me. So Mark jumps up and says let's head to the hospital! Then we both realized my mom wasn't scheduled to come for 2 more weeks and we had asked our neighbors if they would be on call for us if I went into labor before my mom arrived. But we both felt bad calling them at 2:30 in the morning to come over. So we thought we would just wait a few more hours at home until it was a more decent time to call them. Well, that didn't last long because as soon as I climbed back in bed more and more gushes would come out of me and I thought, this is ridiculous, I'm not going to sit in my bed in a pool of fluid, we're going to the hospital! So we called our neighbors to come over and watch Grace.
Once we got to the hospital they hooked me all up and and I was only at a 1 at this point. They didn't want to give me pitocin because they wanted to see how much I could progress on my own since I was having a vbac. Well, after several hours I was only at a 2. So they started the pitocin slowly. And I started to progress pretty fast, about 1 cm an hour. And my contractions were getting pretty strong so when I was at a 4 I got an epidural. I really didn't feel much after this point. I was just laying in bed trying to get some rest. But I was also really really nervous about the pushing because I already had a c-section and I had a higher chance of my uturues being ruptured. Which I know only happens to about 1% of women but I seem to always have all the rare stuff happen to me, I don't know why, but it's true! So I was pretty scared.
When I was finally at a 10 the nurse said I could start pushing. She also mentioned to me that your first vaginal delivery it's pretty common for a women to push from 1 to 3 hours. And I told her 3 hours was so long, and I would not be pushing for that long. Boy was I WRONG!!! I pushed my little heart out for almost 3 hours! I wanted to die. My epidural was waring off when I first started pushing to I pushed the little button to get more and I didn't feel any different so I pushed it again and again and I was not feeling numb at all at this point! I could feel every contraction, every push, I could completely feel my legs. I was not a happy camper, I kept telling Mark I could feel everything it was terrible because I was like that for a good 2 and a half hours. Then the anestioslogist came in and I told him I was feeling everything and so he put more medicine in directly to my iv. Then I was finally numb again! Which was a good thing because about 15 min later the doc had to cut me because I was ripping and Rocco was born right after that. Wow! Needless to say I was exhausted! I was pushing my hardest for 3 hours! Rocco was born at 6:30 p.m. on July 11th. The next day every muscle in my body ached even in my face! But it was all worth it once I saw little Rocco. =)
I'm glad I was able to do a vbac. It was a really tough decision for me to make. I kept going back and forth about it. But in the end I knew I would regret it If I at least didn't try having Rocco vaginally. The recovery has been tons better with a vaginal birth. I'm able to do a lot more on my own which I wasn't with a c-section. But it really doesn't matter how they get here, as long as they get here safely!
Rocco is such a calm, chill baby. (Except for at night =) I'm not getting much sleep at all. ) I'm hoping he will continue to stay like that. With Grace as a big sister he will have to be pretty easy going because she's already trying to play babies and princesses with him. Poor little guy doesn't know what he's in for! But Grace really has been a good big sister so far. My mom left on Friday so I'm officially on my own with 2 kids now. AHH!
But Mark and I are so blessed to have Grace and Rocco!

He's Here

Rocco Fosson Delorey
Born July 11th at 6:30 p.m.
7 pounds 10 ounces
21 inches long
Successful VBAC (more on that later)

He's doing great! We can't get enough of his mohawk hair and chubby cheeks. More pics to come....

My Gracie Girl Is 2 Today!

My Gracie girl is 2 today! Where has the time gone?? I feel like I just had her. Happy Birthday Grace! We love you more than anything. You are my best pal, we hang out everyday all day together. Am I sure lucky or what!? Don't grow up too fast on us. We want you to stay our little princess forever. Love you!!

It's been a while

Wow, It's been a while since I last posted. I blame it on all the traveling we've been doing lately. Mark went to Costa Rica a couple weeks back so I went out to California to visit with my family while he was gone. Then when we both got back we went to St. George for a little relaxation time. And now we just got back from visiting Mark's brother and his family in Seattle. It's been a fun last couple of months! But now it's time to stay put and wait for baby brother to come. I am now 33 weeks along. Pretty crazy. I feel and look HUGE! I don't know what it is, but I definitely feel a lot bigger and a lot more uncomfortable this time around. Maybe it's because the 1st time I wasn't chasing and carrying a toddler everywhere =)
I got seven peaks passes for the 3 of us and I'm pretty sure we'll be going almost everyday. I'm so hot all the time, that nothing sounds better than to spend the day in the pool. Mark was just making fun of me this morning. I was getting ready for church and I was sweating to death. I kept turning the AC cooler and cooler that Mark eventually went outside to warm up!

But nothing too new, just getting ready for our new addition to come next month. Can't wait!

Here are a few pics of my belly these days and a few of Grace.

One good thing came out of it

Grace and I were in a car accident last week. This was the second accident I've had in the last 2 weeks. Talk about bad luck! The first one wasn't so bad. Some guy rear ended us while we were only going like 10 miles an hour. Luckily, Grace wasn't in the car. It still shook us pretty bad, and I had to get checked to make sure baby brother was fine, but other than that it wasn't a huge deal. But the second accident happened a week later when Grace and I were in the car. I was going about 35 mph through an intersection. I had a green light when all of a sudden another car comes barreling through the intersection, I slammed my breaks on so hard but I still hit her car! It was so scary! We pulled over and both of us got out of the car. I was shaking, and I asked the lady what she was doing. In her broken English she said "you hit me"! And I was like oh my gosh, you ran a red light, and I have my 21 month old in the car and I'm pregnant! She just kept saying, I hit her. So at this point I was getting really worried that no witnesses were going to pull over and that it was going to be my word against hers. Luckily, 2 seconds later 3 people pulled over and all said they saw the accident and that the other lady clearly ran the red light. I was so grateful for them. I immediately started crying, I was so overwhelmed and I felt so shaky, like I was going to pass out. One of the witnesses called the police to come file a report, and I called Mark to come down to help me because I really wasn't thinking straight at this point. So after the police officer left, the other lady's car had to be towed away, but luckily my car was still drivable. Mark saw how out of it I was and drove me to straight to the hospital so I could have myself, baby brother, and Grace checked out. They brought me up to labor and delivery and I was thinking that I was probably going to be there for like an hour or so. I was so wrong! they had me change into a gown and hooked me up to a heart beat monitor and contraction monitor. I was having a lot of cramping too, so they gave me ultrasound to see if my placenta was still attached to my uterus, and it was, but they were worried because I was having small contractions and they didn't want me to start going into labor at 24 weeks. So they said to get comfortable because I was going to be there for a while. But I'm so glad they were extra cautious with me to make sure 100% that baby boy was ok. They told me I was going to have to stay overnight if the contractions and heart beat didn't start to look better. I was dreading that! I really did not want to stay overnight by myself, I know I'm such a baby. Plus, I've never been away from a Grace a single night since she was born. So I pretty much just got all cozy and turned on the biggest loser and prepared myself to sleep in the hospital. But then at like 10 at night the nurse came in and said the baby's heart beat was looking a lot better and so were my contractions so she said she would let me go home if I promised to take it easy since there was still a small chance that my placenta could still rupture or that I could go into pre-term labor. I was so relieved that baby boy was ok, and I could go home to my family.
Grace got checked out and she seems to be just fine. Thank goodness for car seats! I got pretty bad whip lash, but other than that I'm feeling tons better! And the one good thing that came out of all of this was that I got more pics of baby boy! Sorry, they wouldn't turn so they're all sideways. He looked so cute. The doctor that did my ultrasound said he was measuring big and that I was probably a week ahead, so hopefully he comes sooner!, But not too soon =)
I've been so scared to drive lately. I'm like the old grama driver going 20 mph everywhere I go. Can you blame me though?? It's been so crazy! I swear I haven't been in an accident since I was 17 and now 2 in 2 weeks. Terrible. I'm a huge advocate for not talking or texting while driving. It's so dangerous! So don't do it, and pay attention everybody. Sorry this is so long, whoever reads this whole thing, good job!