BEAUTIFUL BOY

 Mr. James,

I love to smell your soft newborn skin.

I love to kiss your little cheeks.

I even love your sweet newborn cry.

I love to rock you in my arms.

I guess that is the best part about being a third time mother.

I know these moments don't last.

I cherish them.

 She calls him Gunnison.

I don't know if she will ever call him anything else.

I corrected her for a week.

"His name is James."

Now I am just going with it.

Kay brought her over chocolate milk, yogurt, gummy bears, and fruit.

She will buy her anything she craves.

Kay wants to see her put on a weight after her month long illness.

I asked her, "Why does Kay spoil you?"

She said, "Because she loves me."

SAD BOY, HAPPY GIRLS

 He had a rough day.

We went to the doctor.

He didn't like it.

He screamed for an hour after he got home.

He has slept ever since.

We will see how well he sleeps tonight.

 

My mother-in-law thought it was cute how he never wanted to be in the fetal position.

He is always streched out.

I told her he hated being in the womb.

He would stretch so hard it would hurt.

I don't think he is ever going back.

 She is on the mend finally and the world feels right again

I feel more at peace and happy.

This girl has spent the day looking through her daddy's things.

She wants to be a boy scout too.

She thinks it is the coolest thing ever.

She wants to collect badges.

HANDSOME BOY

 The looks this kid gives me, just kill me!

 She can get him to burp better than anyone and she sure loves to do it.

SHE MAY BE ON THE MEND

 Her fever broke today.

We went  to her pediatrician she said her lungs sound better.

However, her mouths is full of sores and her gums are swollen.

Because of it, she doesn't want to eat even though she is hungry.

They aren't sure where the sores are coming from

The poor girl is in a lot of pain.

 He is now napping in his crib instead of on the ottoman.

 He seems  to like it.

 Today he was happy during all his wake times.

He was so precious just looking around so content.

He always has his brow furrowed when he is awake.

It makes me giggle.

One week old today.

We have a belly button.

Madison is so excited.

GRANDMA MCKNIGHT

 Well, we will be on our own again.

We will be finding a new normal.

We have enjoyed all of our visitors and have appreciated so much all their help.

Grandma McKnight came on Monday after Sunday night taught me I wasn't tough enough to do this on my own yet.

She has waited on my like I am a princesses.

She has cleaned and put meals together.

She helped me though the pnemonia scare.

She bought Sierra a game and entertained her in the evening.

She spent time telling her stories of her heritage.

She bought Madison a pink unicorn.

Madison has hugged it every night she has been sick and won't sleep without it.

She has woke up with Madison in the middle of the night when I couldn't.

She bought her a sticker chart to help her take her medicine.

She helped me get through the first two nights of James screaming.

 She has watched the girls so I could nap and shower.

I am so grateful.

 Mr. James,

You sleep well.

You eat well.

But, when you are awake you are mad.

Please be happy.

Love, Mom

PNEMONIA

He finally got the milk he has been wanting.

He has become an angel overnight.

He is finally sleeping.

Thankfully.

I couldn't have handled Madison if he had of been as fussy as he has been.

 

She hasn't been doing well.

It has been an emotional roller coaster.

I pray she will get better soon.

I am grateful my mother-in-law is here

She has been so wonderful and helpful.

She bought Madison the pink unicorn and a sticker chart to help her take all of her medicines.

She still fights it but it did help her drink some liquids.

 

 

She is in love with her brother and wonders why he perfers his mommy over her.

 

A CUTIE PIE and a SAD STORY

 Mr. James,
I am so in love with you.

I could kiss your soft newborn baby face forever.

I love to pinch your tiny bum, that fits in the palm of my hand.

Everything about you so is so adorable.

Sad Story.

Madison wasn't looking good again this morning.

She kept saying she was cold.

I bundled her up and thought, "Of course your cold you are so skinny."

My mother-in-law was watching Madison.

I went to take a nap with James.

I woke up and my mother-in-law said Kay had been by and was concerned about Madison.

She had a fever again.

103.

I took her to insta-care.

They said her heart rate was at 200.

She was dehydrated.

They said they wanted to test for strep or the flu.

They swabbed her nose and throat and she screamed.

Both tests came back negative.

They wanted to put in and IV to hydrate her.

I had to run home and feed James.

Luckily, my friend Lily was there with her.

I ran.

James was fine when I checked in, so I ran back.

When I got back in the room she was sitting there with her little IV in.

The nurse turned to me and said, "Who knew she would scream over a swab and not even flinch over an IV."

Brave little girl.

They took an X-ray.

They came back and said she had an ugly pneumonia.

They wanted to send her to St. Mary's in an ambulance.

I called our pediatrician for a second opinion.

Luckily, she was so sweet and willing to come in.

She gave her an antibiotic through her IV and said she could go home.

 

When I tucked Madison in tonight I asked her, like do ever night "What were your two best parts of the day, so you can tell your Father-in-Heaven about them?

She said, "Coming home."

Poor thing.



CAN'T get ENOUGH of this BOY!

 Madison loves him.

I have never seen her so inquisitive before.

She is contantly asking questions.

Most of the time it is the same question she asked yesterday.

She loves him.

She will do anything for him.

Get a diaper, an outfit, wipes, or anything else he needs.

She is a great helper.

He has his days and nights mixed up.

Last night he woke us all up at 2:00am.

He has such a sweet newborn cry I don't think any of us can ignore.

Despite all the lack of sleep, I can't get enough of him.

Isn't he precious?

Look at his little smile.

I love his binkie face.

And his tiny hands and long fingers.

James you are so precious!

WHO DOES HE LOOK LIKE?

(Baby James)

You always get this question.

It is really hard for me to answer.

These are the pictures that come to mind.

(His sister Sierra.)

(His Grandpa Craven.)

I wish I could say he is handsome just like his daddy, but the pictures I have of his father as a baby don't seem to resemble James. Maybe Aunt Bonnie can find a picture where he resembles his daddy.

 

I was excited that Aunt Bonnie posted a link about his name sake, click here..

 

TO MY LITTLE BOY

My dear little boy,

We called you Gunnison for nine months.

Your daddy changed your name the night you were delivered.

You are named after your great-grandfather James McKnight.

He was a good man.

I am glad you have his name.

I am sure he is too.

 

I wanted you to have your father's name as your middle name.

Not just because I love him so very much, but because I truly love your daddy's name.

 

You were born 7 pounds, 11 ounces.

And 20 inches long.

At 5:17pm on January 18, 2013.

I love every ounce of you.

 

You have been so sweet.

The nurses kept saying, "He is such a good baby!"

You didn't cry while they bathed, dressed, or examined you.

 

You have been so peaceful today.

I can't stop looking at you.

You are so handsome.

Thank you for coming to us.

Thank you for being my little boy.

 

Love, Mom 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your sisters love you.

They just can't get enough of you.

Your sister Sierra stayed in the hospital for a couple hours with me.

She held you and watched Despicable Me, while I took a long shower and gathered our things.

She is going to be the best big sister.

Madison, isn't quit sure what to do with you.

She wants to hold you, but knows you are so tiny.

She loves to look at you and smile.

She will look at you and then me with really wide eyes and a huge grin.

She hasn't said much, but she will.

She is excited to finally be a big sister.

DADDY and ME

 

We arrived at 7:30am.

They gave me pill and told me to walk.

We walked.

I stopped walking at 10:00 had lunch and watched Our Miracle.

Then got up and walked some more.

At 1:00pm they gave me my epidural in preparation for breaking my water even though I hadn't felt a single contraction.

(They were shocked that I wasn't feeling my contractions.)

Then at 2:00 to 3:00 I was stuck at a six and felt like taking a nap. I love epidurals.

Then at 4:30 I started feeling mild cramps.

At 5:00 he started crowning,

The doctor was with another patient.

I waited a little while for him.

Then after three good pushes he was born at 5:17.

Easiest delivery yet.

 

While they cleaned me, they handed our boy to his Daddy.

When I looked over at that precious moment I was filled with this overwhelming feeling of joy and gratitude.

Isn't this what life is about?

It is hard.

It is pain filled.

It is unpredictable.

It is so precious.

It is so worth it.

It is so amazing.

Thank you Father-in-Heaven for my little man and his good Daddy and for allowing them both to be in my life.

I am so blessed!