It’s My Party | Cohen Turns Three

Cohen has been anxiously waiting for his birthday to come! He knew after Aaron was born, his birthday would be the next thing we celebrated! For the last month, anyone he saw, including the crazy lady who came from across the street at the courthouse, was informed it was his birthday that day. We had to keep telling him it wasn’t until June. When we asked Cohen what he wanted for his birthday, he would simply reply, “a blue present and sprinkles!”

Twenty minutes before his party was supposed to start, he fell asleep…

We woke him up just after everyone arrived and the party began complete with “sprinkles” as he wished!

While everyone sang Happy Birthday to him, he had this look on his face…
Of course he went straight for the blue presents FIRST!

We had an enjoyable night celebrating Cohen’s third birthday with our family!

Cohen is such a sweet little boy and we love him so much! He loves his older brothers to death and is slowly getting use to the idea of having another little brother around! He loves getting up each morning (sometimes still in his PJ’s) and riding his little red bike. He can belch on a whim and laugh at the simplest things. He continues to be a Daddy’s boy, but hopefully loves his “Mama” too. We hope you enjoyed your birthday buddy!

Aaron’s Birth Story | Part One

Tuesday, May 31st 6:00 a.m. | Colby loaded up the van and took all three of my oldest boys to Disneyland with the help of his Mom and Sisters. Diana’s dance team was dancing in Disneyland and since we have season tickets, I gave him permission to take the kids and enjoy the week with his family. I figured this would give me some alone time before the chaos of four boys.

Thursday, June 2nd 11:00 a.m. | I had a doctor appointment in the clinic to be checked. Dr. Jones checked me and I was dilated to a good 4-5 and 60% effaced. I was shocked but not surprised. I have always dilated to at least a 4 with all three of my other pregnancies around this time. I called Colby after my appointment and told him the news. He seemed a little worried, but I told him things were good. We looked up flights (just in case) and there were plenty of flights Colby could hurry and get on if things got too serious. I was comforted knowing that if he had to hurry and get home, he could.

Saturday, June 4th | At this point I was contracting all the time. Sometimes my contractions would be 3 minutes apart and sometimes more like ten minutes. Sometimes the contractions would be really painful while others weren’t too bad. I took it easy the entire day watching T.V. I called Colby several times during the day giving him updates about how I was feeling. I was definitely contracting more and more and explained to Colby I was getting a little nervous.

Sunday, June 5th |  I was at my parents house eating dinner. Colby was on his way back from Disneyland with my three boys, but wouldn’t be home until around midnight. As I sat on the couch, my contractions seemed to be hurting more and getting closer together. I thought that relaxing on the couch would help, but it didn’t. Eventually, my Dad asked me if I was okay and I started to tear up. I had been trying to be strong and take every contraction at a time, but I was definitely hurting pretty bad. He told me he would take me to the hospital to get checked. However, being a previous L&D Nurse, I knew they might send me right back home if I wasn’t fully in labor. My Dad convinced me to just be checked. We went down to the hospital and they put me on the monitors. I was dilated to a 5-6 at this point and definitely contracting.

To make a long story short, Colby arrived at the hospital around 1:00 a.m. I was still contracting and dilated to a six. Throughout the night my contractions slowed down a little bit and I was sent home around 7:00 a.m. I was definitely frustrated and still hurting! I was previously scheduled to be induced the following Saturday, but wasn’t sure how I would make it to Saturday hurting and contracting the way I was.

Monday, June 6th 8:30 a.m. | I was laying in bed at home trying to relax. My phone rang. It was Dr. Bailey. He told me he didn’t know I had been at the hospital through the night and told me to come back at 1:00 p.m. to be induced. Again, I was frustrated I had been sent home, I was still contracting, but also relieved that I didn’t have to deal with being dilated to a six for an entire week like I thought.

June 6th 1:30 p.m. | We got checked into the hospital and about an hour later the nurses started me on pitocin.

June 6th 3:30 p.m. | Dr. Bailey checked me and broke my water. I was dilated to a 7 and decided to get my epidural. In hindsight: I should have listened to my Dad and got my epidural BEFORE Dr. Bailey broke my water. Parents always know best right?!

June 6th 4:10 p.m. | The BEST Nurse Anesthetist (AKA my amazing Dad) gave me my epidural and I was able to rest for about 30 minutes. However, that didn’t last long and I was feeling a TON of pressure!

June 6th 4:45 p.m. | Misty (my nurse) checked me and I was completely dilated and effaced. I was relieved, but yet still hurting a little bit because I had progressed SO fast. Dr. Bailey was called and the nurses started to get everything set up for the delivery.

June 6th 5:10 p.m. | I was able to start pushing at this time.

June 6th 5:24 p.m. | My forth handsome little boy was born with ten fingers, ten toes, the cutest little face, and some chunky legs! He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 20 inches long. He weighed the most out of all four of my boys!

Please excuse the fact that the pictures are posting in the wrong order. I have tried to fix them three times and I gave up! Enjoy them from the end to the start instead…

Part Two Coming soon!

Should It Be Over Tomorrow

Being almost 37 weeks pregnant I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of our fourth son. My body is aching, my feet are swollen, I am contracting like crazy, my clothes don’t fit, and I can count the hours of painful sleep I get each night on one hand. As with my other pregnancies, when you get to this point, sometimes you just want the baby to come out sooner than later. I have found myself being significantly more tired, overwhelmed, and flat out exhausted with this pregnancy than I remember feeling with my other three. Whether it be my age, my busy life, or the fact that I have three other children running around needing my attention, this pregnancy has definitely made me feel old.

As I was relaxing on my bed earlier this afternoon, I realized that while these last few weeks are some of the hardest, they are also some of the most sacred. My boys are anxious to meet their brother who they knew before they came to this earth. What a wonderful time that will be for them to see him and know that he is their brother, not just in this life, but forever! It’s a blessing to know that this wild and crazy family Colby and I are raising will be a family for eternity!

Although my body aches and some days are harder than others, there is nothing I love more than feeling those little kicks in my belly or the small frequent jolts when he gets the hiccups. Being a mother is one of the hardest yet most rewarding experiences! I realized today, that while I am uncomfortable, I may never be pregnant again! I may never get to see a baby on an ultrasound scan, feel the little kicks, watch my belly grow and grow as the weeks go on, or even later deal with the pains of labor.

Should it be over tomorrow, I want nothing more than to remember how wonderful it has been to carry four little boys in my belly! I am extremely blessed to have been given the opportunity to be a mother! Should it be over tomorrow, I want to remember the pains, the worries, the sleepless nights, the painful contractions, and even the swollen feet. Should it be over tomorrow, I want to remember how sacred it has been to bring such special spirits to this earth. I need to be better about teaching them the gospel and loving them more and more each day. I need to remember that Heavenly Father has trusted me with them and it’s my duty to help bring them back to him. Should it be over tomorrow, I want all my children to know that I love them and care for them beyond anything I can describe. Should it be over tomorrow, I want them to know, it was all worth it!

Reminiscing My Childhood

Last night Colby got home a little late from showing some houses, but still decided to mow the lawn. We are currently living on over a half acre property with a TON of grass, so mowing the lawn is no quick task. The sun was going down and the boys had already showered for bed. Cohen heard the lawn mower start up and eagerly wanted to go “ride the tractor” with Colby. Cohen sat on Colby’s lap on the mower while Easton and I picked up the toys from the yard. Trevin decided to stay inside since he was in is pajamas (more like he wanted to play on his iPad instead).

After about a half hour, it was getting dark. Cohen started nodding his head and was definitely ready for bed. I took Cohen from Colby and we headed up to his room to bed. I called for Trevin & Easton and told them to brush their teeth. As I went to lay Cohen in his bed he woke up and said, “Mama lay by me.” Lately hearing him call me “Mama” is my absolute favorite thing in the world. I have been called a number of different names from my kids but never “Mama.”

With all the boys in their beds, I laid next to Cohen. He was chatting and apparently didn’t want to go to sleep. I was contracting, my back hurt, and I was tired myself. I started to quietly sing some primary songs to him and rubbed his back. After a few minutes, he finally dozed off to sleep…

I laid in his bed with him for about thirty more minutes. For some reason my mind drifted off to my own childhood days. The sounds of the cars whistling by in the street below, the old home feel, the glimmer from the light across the street peeking in through the blinds, and the humidity in their room brought back all fond memories of living in Springville. As a little girl, I remember my bedroom looking and feeling exactly the way their room feels. I was reminded of looking out my window to the cars on the street below and the tall lights glowing over at Grant Elementary School. Summer days were spent irrigating with my grandparents, playing night games with the neighbor kids, and riding Grandma & Grandpa’s lawn mower with them, just like Cohen does with Colby.

I never once felt neglected, lonely, or unloved. I had the best childhood and remember nothing but fond memories. Our home was a place of happiness and comfort. I knew when I was at home with my parents that everything was ok. Last night, I wondered if this is how my own children feel. Do they love their life? Do they feel safe in their home? And do they ever feel neglected or less fortunate in any way?

I want nothing but the best for my children. I want home to be a place of comfort and happiness. I want my children to play in the grass, build forts, play in the dirt, jump on the trampoline, ride their bikes to the park, and enjoy being kids. Last night as I lay close by them while they were sleeping, I wondered what they were dreaming of. As a mother, I hope they were dreaming of a childhood exactly like mine.

Maybe, just maybe, I am doing something right.

Today was an amazing day! Church filled my soul with so much gratitude and happiness that I almost couldn’t hold my emotions back even after returning home…

Last night Trevin told me he was going to bear his testimony at church. I was slightly caught off guard knowing I hadn’t really encouraged this or ever asked him about it (because I wanted it to be his choice). He explained to me that his primary teacher had encouraged all her students to bear their testimony on Sunday. Knowing Trevin was considering this made me sort of sad because Colby is out of town. I wanted him to be there to see it, but also didn’t want to discourage Trevin from doing it. Honestly, I had been contemplating even attending sacrament with three kids alone. Looking back, I think this was part of the Lord’s way of telling me I needed to embrace the challenge and attend all three meetings.

I put the kids to bed last night and debated setting my alarm to get up for sacrament meeting. I knew I needed to but honestly, I just didn’t want to. I really wanted to watch a chick flick by myself and eat a banana creamie in silence (it had been one of those days). I went to the freezer only to find someone had eaten the last cherished creamie. Bummer. I sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and couldn’t get myself to pay attention to anything I was watching. After about ten minutes of pointless TV, I decided to head to bed (at 8:30). I set my alarm and said a prayer.

The alarm went off bright and early and I stubbornly went right back to bed. A few minutes later the snooze function on my phone kicked in and I was out of bed again. To the shower I went…

As I walked downstairs from the shower, I found Trevin pouring a bowl of cereal for his brothers. Trevin & Easton were both in their church suit with their shoes on as well. All three of them were eating cereal and getting ready by themselves for church. I was amazed! After breakfast, Trevin grabbed a set of scriptures for him and Easton and while sitting at our small table in the kitchen, he read from the Book of Mormon. That has never happened! My heart swelled as I stood in the bathroom listening to them quietly.

Sacrament meeting came and something was different in Trevin’s attitude. He usually can’t hold still for more than three minutes and his constantly asking for a snack. Today was different. He didn’t move a muscle and sat quietly the entire time. Towards the end of the meeting, he asked if there was enough time for him to share his testimony. I explained we only had a few minutes and it would depend on how long the current speaker took. With about six minutes left in sacrament meeting, I turned to see Trevin walking up the aisle. I suddenly got nervous and grabbed Cohen knowing him and Easton would want to see him.

Trevin walked right up to the pulpit without any fear and started his testimony:

“I like to bear my testimony. I know the church is true. I am grateful for my family and my primary teachers. I am grateful to be a member of the church and I am glad Briggs (Wright) could be baptized yesterday. I know Joseph Smith was a true Prophet. I love the scriptures and like reading the Book of Mormon. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”

Tears filled my eyes. How could it possibly be, that my oldest son was old enough to bear his testimony without any help, with confidence, and with such a positive attitude? He didn’t rush his testimony or say what the last child had said. I truly believe he said what he meant and I felt the love he had for the gospel.

This past week has been a struggle with Colby being gone. While I haven’t complained to anyone, I miss having him here to help me with the boys. I’ve had a lot of struggles with Trevin and Easton especially and found myself wondering what I could do differently at home to help them educationally, spiritually, and also help them know how loved they are. Today helped me understand that although I still have things to work on as a mother, maybe, just maybe, I am doing something right as a mother.