Chewing on anything and everything he can get his slobbery little hands on!
He is so cute! He looks just like his daddy!
He like so show off.. He knows he is the most handsome kid there is! :)
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
5 Months Old!!
Well... Here I am again, a month later than my last post! Oh well, at least it is something, right? A whole lot has changed in the past couple of weeks - WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!! Man, I didn't realize how much work it would be to pack up, move 30 miles and unpack. {We moved like 3 weeks ago and still aren't unpacked} - I will make another post about the house later!! Today marks Daxon's 5 month birthday! He is almost half a year old. What the heck? Where did that time go? The past five months have been emotionally challenging for me. Since Daxon was born with torticallus, we have had to go to physical therapy and the chiropractor. His Doctor did refer us to Primary Children's, but I would like to avoid that place if possible. Now I don't know a single parent that wouldn't be overwhelmed by taking a 4 month old to the chiropractor? Let's just say it has gotten easier, but the first day I felt like I was going to throw up! His neck has been getting better week by week. Its hard to watch him struggle sometimes, but he is beyond happy. I can't complain, there are so many things that are much worse that other parents have to deal with, I am so thankful for a healthy baby! He is the most smiley, fun baby there is! We have been working on the baby food thing, which he hated everything I have given him but bananas. Its so much fun to watch him grow, he is getting so big. {Not all THAT big. He still wears 0-3 month clothes} He is scrawny like his dad. :) We love him and couldn't be any more blessed.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Daxon Chase Peterson: 4-25-2013
Well.... Its official! I am terrible at keeping up a blog. My pregnancy came...and went and here I am updating this blog staring at my sweet (almost) 3 month old babe. He is just absolutely perfect and peaceful sleeping away.
My pregnancy was awesome! I mean I obviously found things to complain about, but all in all it went just fine. I didn't swell until the very end and by that time I was able to wear flip flops. I was able to wear my same old jeans (with the help of a rubber band.) :) I had some weird cravings and some late night Wendy's runs but nothing that didn't seem normal. It was nice being pregnant during the winter because even in the cold, I was roasting. I would not have been able to last during the summer!!
About 2 months before my due date, my doctor informed me that he was going to be of of the office the week before baby boy was supposed to come. GO FIGURE! That is just my luck. Well, as each week went on I was not dilating nor had Daxon dropped. I had kind of thought something felt weird because I was pretty sure his head was up under my ribs, and sure enough it was. The week before my doctor left, we did an ultrasound to see his position, sure enough, he was BREECH!!! The poor little dude's head was crammed right up under my ribs. My doctor told me he had a 50/50 chance of turning. Me thinking to myself "Um, hello!! Do you not see there is no room in here for him to turn?" hah! He told me that if he didn't turn... It would be a C-Section and that if I started feeling ANY contractions, I needed to get to the hospital ASAP since he was breech. I was so heart broken. It was sad. I just wanted one thing to go my way!!!! Anyways, I went about my week hoping Dax would somehow turn his little body.
Things went well the next week and a half. I felt fine and actually had more energy then I had recently had. I knew Daxon hadn't turned and I had prepared myself for the C-Section. I made it to Thursday. My doctor would be back Monday... Seriously, the little monkey!! :)
4.25.2013
I work all day in Pocatello on Tuesday's and Thursday's and I usually take my lunch from 1:00 - 2:00. I had just finished eating and was getting ready to head back to work when I started feeling some cramping that go worse and worse. I took some Tylenol hoping it would go away because I really wanted my doctor to be able to do the C-Section. Well, it must have been worse than I thought because when I got back to work my boss could tell something was wrong and he sent me home. I called Chase to tell him I thought I was having contractions and he made me go home and wait for him so we could go to the hospital to be monitored. Of course I started having a panic attack. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN!!! I needed the weekend to do my freezer meals and wash our bedding and dust and vacuum and clean the entire house!! There were even dishes in my sink!!!!!! I got home and luckily had already packed the diaper bag and part of my bag so while I waited for Chase to get home I finished packing everything I needed. Then we headed to the hospital. Once we got there, they hooked me up to the monitors and we waited, waited and waited.It was a lot of waiting to see if this baby was coming that night or not. Chase was so excited, he kept telling the nurses to pull some strings so we could have the baby that day! Finally, the doctor on call gave us the go ahead and we started preparing everything for Daxon to come that night!! I was so excited and so nervous. This is the day we had been waiting for for the past 9 months!! Since I had eaten lunch at 2pm we had to wait 8 hours for the anesthesia... And I was unable to eat or drink (I couldn't even have ice chips) Chase just kept talking about how much he wanted El Mirador and I just kept wishing I could have a Dr. Pepper. The time drug on because we were so excited to meet our little man! All of our family came to the hospital and waited. Everyone was so excited and anxious! Soon enough 10:00 rolled around and they wheeled me back into the O.R. It was really intimidating and kind of scary because Chase couldn't come back until they did the spinal tap. Well, that took about 25 minutes when it should only take 15. I was poked 8 (or more) times in the back and by the time they got it in correctly, I was crying because the anesthesiologist was seriously so rude (which the nurse told me he didn't have a very good bedside manner) and made me feel so dumb. I was unable to bend over because Daxon's head was right under my ribs.By the time Chase got there I was so happy and relieved to see him. The the process started. Me, lying there ion the table with a sheet covering my chest down and Chase next to me encouraging me the whole time. I am a lucky girl! While they were getting Daxon out, his head got stuck, because it was so big! So he breathed in some amniotic fluid. The first thing they said when he came out was "THAT IS ONE HUGE HEAD! and "LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS HEAD" He had a really rough time being able to breathe and they let Chase grab him and they rushed away to the nursery. I was so freaked out because nobody really told me much and there I was alone without my baby or my husband.
I was then wheeled over to the recovery room where I stayed for about an hour. It was miserable. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I was just so exhausted. I just wanted to see my baby and my husband. I was finally able to go to my postpartum room where we would be staying the next four days.
Chase helped give Daxon a bath and get him all cleaned up. They then brought him to me in our room. He was only able to stay in there for 30 minutes because his oxygen was so low and he had to have a lot of tests done. The poor little guy had band aids all over his feet and hands from the nurses trying to get his IV started. He was just absolutely perfect. I had never seen something so perfect! He had so much dark hair that Chase had requested be combed into a little mo-hawk. It was adorable. I was so happy. Our family was just complete with him! I couldn't even remember what it was like before him. The nurses came and took him back to the nursery and we were just there in our room wondering what to do next. My body was still numb and shaking and Chase and I were both just exhausted. We tried to get some sleep that night but with all the monitors and nurses coming in and pushing on my stomach (worst part of the whole thing) that didn't happen. I just wanted to see Daxon!!
Then next couple of days were long... Daxon was in the nursery until Saturday. Chase and my little brother Lane gave Daxon a Priesthood Blessing and that helped me to really feel comforted. Daxon was finally able to get his oxygen levels up enough that he could come stay in our room with us. He was still hooked up the a monitor. FINALLY, Sunday came and we were able to bring our sweet boy home! He was such a trooper!! He makes me one proud momma! Chase was so careful with him. He is a great daddy!! We couldn't have been any happier and feel so blessed we are his parents!!!
Daxon Chase Peterson
Born April 25, 2013
10:22PM
7lbs 13oz
19.5 inches long
"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll small, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten and the future worth living for."
Being a parent is the greatest gift I will ever receive!
My pregnancy was awesome! I mean I obviously found things to complain about, but all in all it went just fine. I didn't swell until the very end and by that time I was able to wear flip flops. I was able to wear my same old jeans (with the help of a rubber band.) :) I had some weird cravings and some late night Wendy's runs but nothing that didn't seem normal. It was nice being pregnant during the winter because even in the cold, I was roasting. I would not have been able to last during the summer!!
About 2 months before my due date, my doctor informed me that he was going to be of of the office the week before baby boy was supposed to come. GO FIGURE! That is just my luck. Well, as each week went on I was not dilating nor had Daxon dropped. I had kind of thought something felt weird because I was pretty sure his head was up under my ribs, and sure enough it was. The week before my doctor left, we did an ultrasound to see his position, sure enough, he was BREECH!!! The poor little dude's head was crammed right up under my ribs. My doctor told me he had a 50/50 chance of turning. Me thinking to myself "Um, hello!! Do you not see there is no room in here for him to turn?" hah! He told me that if he didn't turn... It would be a C-Section and that if I started feeling ANY contractions, I needed to get to the hospital ASAP since he was breech. I was so heart broken. It was sad. I just wanted one thing to go my way!!!! Anyways, I went about my week hoping Dax would somehow turn his little body.
Things went well the next week and a half. I felt fine and actually had more energy then I had recently had. I knew Daxon hadn't turned and I had prepared myself for the C-Section. I made it to Thursday. My doctor would be back Monday... Seriously, the little monkey!! :)
4.25.2013
I work all day in Pocatello on Tuesday's and Thursday's and I usually take my lunch from 1:00 - 2:00. I had just finished eating and was getting ready to head back to work when I started feeling some cramping that go worse and worse. I took some Tylenol hoping it would go away because I really wanted my doctor to be able to do the C-Section. Well, it must have been worse than I thought because when I got back to work my boss could tell something was wrong and he sent me home. I called Chase to tell him I thought I was having contractions and he made me go home and wait for him so we could go to the hospital to be monitored. Of course I started having a panic attack. THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN!!! I needed the weekend to do my freezer meals and wash our bedding and dust and vacuum and clean the entire house!! There were even dishes in my sink!!!!!! I got home and luckily had already packed the diaper bag and part of my bag so while I waited for Chase to get home I finished packing everything I needed. Then we headed to the hospital. Once we got there, they hooked me up to the monitors and we waited, waited and waited.It was a lot of waiting to see if this baby was coming that night or not. Chase was so excited, he kept telling the nurses to pull some strings so we could have the baby that day! Finally, the doctor on call gave us the go ahead and we started preparing everything for Daxon to come that night!! I was so excited and so nervous. This is the day we had been waiting for for the past 9 months!! Since I had eaten lunch at 2pm we had to wait 8 hours for the anesthesia... And I was unable to eat or drink (I couldn't even have ice chips) Chase just kept talking about how much he wanted El Mirador and I just kept wishing I could have a Dr. Pepper. The time drug on because we were so excited to meet our little man! All of our family came to the hospital and waited. Everyone was so excited and anxious! Soon enough 10:00 rolled around and they wheeled me back into the O.R. It was really intimidating and kind of scary because Chase couldn't come back until they did the spinal tap. Well, that took about 25 minutes when it should only take 15. I was poked 8 (or more) times in the back and by the time they got it in correctly, I was crying because the anesthesiologist was seriously so rude (which the nurse told me he didn't have a very good bedside manner) and made me feel so dumb. I was unable to bend over because Daxon's head was right under my ribs.By the time Chase got there I was so happy and relieved to see him. The the process started. Me, lying there ion the table with a sheet covering my chest down and Chase next to me encouraging me the whole time. I am a lucky girl! While they were getting Daxon out, his head got stuck, because it was so big! So he breathed in some amniotic fluid. The first thing they said when he came out was "THAT IS ONE HUGE HEAD! and "LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS HEAD" He had a really rough time being able to breathe and they let Chase grab him and they rushed away to the nursery. I was so freaked out because nobody really told me much and there I was alone without my baby or my husband.
I was then wheeled over to the recovery room where I stayed for about an hour. It was miserable. My body was shaking uncontrollably and I was just so exhausted. I just wanted to see my baby and my husband. I was finally able to go to my postpartum room where we would be staying the next four days.
Chase helped give Daxon a bath and get him all cleaned up. They then brought him to me in our room. He was only able to stay in there for 30 minutes because his oxygen was so low and he had to have a lot of tests done. The poor little guy had band aids all over his feet and hands from the nurses trying to get his IV started. He was just absolutely perfect. I had never seen something so perfect! He had so much dark hair that Chase had requested be combed into a little mo-hawk. It was adorable. I was so happy. Our family was just complete with him! I couldn't even remember what it was like before him. The nurses came and took him back to the nursery and we were just there in our room wondering what to do next. My body was still numb and shaking and Chase and I were both just exhausted. We tried to get some sleep that night but with all the monitors and nurses coming in and pushing on my stomach (worst part of the whole thing) that didn't happen. I just wanted to see Daxon!!
Then next couple of days were long... Daxon was in the nursery until Saturday. Chase and my little brother Lane gave Daxon a Priesthood Blessing and that helped me to really feel comforted. Daxon was finally able to get his oxygen levels up enough that he could come stay in our room with us. He was still hooked up the a monitor. FINALLY, Sunday came and we were able to bring our sweet boy home! He was such a trooper!! He makes me one proud momma! Chase was so careful with him. He is a great daddy!! We couldn't have been any happier and feel so blessed we are his parents!!!
Daxon Chase Peterson
Born April 25, 2013
10:22PM
7lbs 13oz
19.5 inches long
"A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll small, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten and the future worth living for."
Being a parent is the greatest gift I will ever receive!
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