We've had a busy couple of weeks! Mason had his two month check up and is in perfect health. He weighs 10lbs, 12oz and is 23 inches long. His little itty bitty head was in the 10th percentile which was no surprise to mommy and daddy. He got three shots and boy was he not happy. He cried pretty hard for a few minutes but then was completely fine. That night he was pretty fussy but he never ran a fever or had any negative symptoms so we were in good shape.
He is still an amazing sleeper! Last night I fed him at 8:15pm, he went to bed around 10pm and then slept until 6am. I nursed him and then put him back down and he slept another 3 hours. That is typical for him too! On Sunday, I had to wake him up because I needed to feed him before we left for church. This is going to make going back to work 10 times easier because I am getting more than enough sleep and not waking up in the middle of the night. I pray this lasts for a long time. I know growth spurts and teething will be a difficult time but am hoping he'll snooze right through.
It's June 21st and I'm starring at the calendar realizing I only have a month and a little more than a week until I have to go back to work. It's going to be so very hard to leave him. I am really blessed though because my mother in law is going to watch him 3 days a week and he'll only be in daycare on Monday and Friday. The first week I go back to work however, my mother in law Melinda will be on vacation, so my mom and sister both offered to watch him for me that week so my first week back he won't be in daycare. Hopefully that will help me adjust to going back to work.
We've been very good about getting out and letting his Nonnie and Poppie babysit him. Carter and I had a dinner and a movie date night and then also had two other times where they watched him for us. Although I think about Mason all the time while I'm out and not with him, I feel comfortable and confident with leaving him. I know he is in good hands. The one thing I do freak out a little bit about is his eating. Breast milk is liquid gold and I have this big fear that he'll be more hungry than the bottle I left or the breast milk will spill somehow and he won't have a bottle. I always have to call around his feedings to make sure he is eating well and he didn't completely finish the bottle. It's so hard to tell how much he eats. You just breastfeed on demand until they stop themselves, so really it's unknown how many ounces he is getting at each feeding. To be safe I am pumping 5 ounces now.
This coming up Saturday we leave for our annual trip to Destin, Florida. I am so excited to start Mason in on the tradition. Carter and I are both in need of a beach vacation. It was actually kind of funny when we talked to our pediatrician about taking Mason to the beach. We started the conversation off with letting him know we were headed to the beach and wanted to know his thoughts on a 2 1/2 month old swimming. We said we figured quick dips in the pool would be okay but not in the ocean. The doctor said, why not the ocean? Both are equally as dirty. He said in just a couple more months your baby is going to be crawling and rolling around in dirt and who knows what else. The reason they tell you 6 months for babies to swim is not because of the water, it's because of the sun exposure. Although, you do want to make sure the water is pretty warm (mid to high 80's) because babies do have a hard time with regulating body temperature. He also said he would rather us put sunscreen on him rather than him getting sun burned. He also said make sure the water does not get in their mouth, eyes or ears. So, to prepare ourselves for the trip we are getting Mason a full body swimsuit that covers him completely with a hat. We are then going to use California Baby sunscreen which is a natural, chemical free sunscreen on the areas that can't be covered (likely just his hands and feet).
I get so excited just thinking about the trip. For the past 8 years, Carter and I have made it to every single Destin trip. And for the past 8 years, it has just been us. We would sleep in, go to bed really late, drink a little too much, run to the stores when ever we wanted. But now we have Mason and it's going to be a completely different experience. It's so exciting to think that our little family is really growing and now we're even more of a unit. We're going to be those people lugging a ton of crap down to the beach with an itty bitty baby in a sling. We are officially a family and I am thankful for all the crap I'll have to haul down.
Today marks 3 years of marriage for Carter and I. I am so blessed to have him. He's a wonderful husband and father and most importantly my best friend. We've been together for over 9 years and I can honestly say I enjoy the time I have with him. There are many crucial things needed for a great marriage, but friendship is on the top of our list.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
June 9th, 2011
Mason turned 2 months old yesterday! To start off the new month, he slept 8 1/2 hours last night, nursed and has been down for another 4 and still going (I'm about to wake him up). I've been blessed with an amazingly good sleeper! When I think back over the past year, blessed is really the only word that comes to mind. I had an awesome, healthy pregnancy, followed by an easy, smooth delivery and now I'm blessed with an amazing son. And trust me when I tell you, I thank Jesus everyday for these blessings.
Not long ago, I was getting out of the shower and I looked down at Mason who was sleeping soundly in his bouncer outside of the shower door, and tears started to pour down my face. I just starred at him in awe. He's perfect to me. The love for your child is indescribable. It's such an intense and emotional feeling that gets stronger with each day. At that moment I made the most important decision of my life. It was something I had been praying about and I knew the Lord was answering my prayers and helping me make the decision. I decided to be baptized again.
On April 8th, 2011, the day Mason was born, a couple of hours before we were to leave for the hospital, Carter received one of the worst phone calls of his life. His best friend, Chad died in a car accident that morning. Carter was devastated and broke down. I think it's the only time I've seen him fall to his knees in prayer. I remember Carter saying to me, "I'm not sure if Chad was baptized. I know he was a believer but not sure if he was ever baptized." His comment really struck a cord with me and brought me to tears. I reassured Carter that you can not put God in a box and only He can make the decision of who is saved. Look at the thief on the cross next to Jesus. He was saved and wasn't baptized.
It made me think about my own baptism. I was baptized in the Catholic Church as an infant and confirmed when I was a teenager. At the time of my confirmation, it would be fair to say I was a large pain in the butt for my parents. I was rebellious and did not want to go through with the confirmation. I remember playing devil's advocate in the classes and really annoying the teacher. Reluctantly, I was confirmed because my parents made me. Now having Mason, I can completely understand why they made me do it. They knew it was crucial for my salvation and they wanted to be with me in the Kingdom of Heaven. However, the CHOICE was not mine and it's something I have thought about over and over.
The past several weeks during service and Sunday school the topic has been about baptism. I couldn't help but think, maybe the Lord is sending me the message, "You've been praying about it, here's your sign." I'll be honest to say that I kind of brushed it off for a while thinking it wasn't necessary to be baptized again because the Lord knows my heart and I'll be saved. But then I would think, what if He is sending me the message and I'm choosing to ignore it?
Then I read the book, "Heaven is For Real." Now let me say this, I don't think I have EVER read a book for fun and finished it as an adult. Sure I read tons of books in high school and college but never just to read for myself. So for me to choose to read for fun, I joke that it's an act of God. However, I truly feel all these things that have been happening in my life are God's way of saying, "I'm telling you what to do, why won't you just listen already." I finished the book in two days (would have in one but reading with a newborn is a little difficult). If you haven't read it, it's a must read. It's based on a true story written by the father of three year old, Colton who visited heaven during a major surgery. After his trip to heaven, Colton tells his parents numerous things about heaven and Jesus that a three year old would not know. There is a chapter entitled "Two Sisters" where Colton tells his mommy that he has two sisters. His mother, confused says no you just have one, are you confused with your cousin? Then Colton proceeds to tell her that he met his other sister in heaven and that she is waiting for him. His mother had had a miscarriage before getting pregnant with Colton. She was two months along and they had not known the sex of the baby. This was something they never shared with Colton. Colton then told his mother that his sister is waiting for them in heaven and that his parents will need to name her once they get to heaven. As I'm reading this chapter, I completely lost it and tears poured down my face. I lost a baby prior to getting pregnant with Mason and I never imagined meeting my unborn child in heaven. After reading this I just kept thinking, I HAVE to be in heaven with my children.
After all these signs, and honestly many more, I have decided to be baptized again on Sunday June 19th after the 9am service. Paul Forshey
Not long ago, I was getting out of the shower and I looked down at Mason who was sleeping soundly in his bouncer outside of the shower door, and tears started to pour down my face. I just starred at him in awe. He's perfect to me. The love for your child is indescribable. It's such an intense and emotional feeling that gets stronger with each day. At that moment I made the most important decision of my life. It was something I had been praying about and I knew the Lord was answering my prayers and helping me make the decision. I decided to be baptized again.
On April 8th, 2011, the day Mason was born, a couple of hours before we were to leave for the hospital, Carter received one of the worst phone calls of his life. His best friend, Chad died in a car accident that morning. Carter was devastated and broke down. I think it's the only time I've seen him fall to his knees in prayer. I remember Carter saying to me, "I'm not sure if Chad was baptized. I know he was a believer but not sure if he was ever baptized." His comment really struck a cord with me and brought me to tears. I reassured Carter that you can not put God in a box and only He can make the decision of who is saved. Look at the thief on the cross next to Jesus. He was saved and wasn't baptized.
It made me think about my own baptism. I was baptized in the Catholic Church as an infant and confirmed when I was a teenager. At the time of my confirmation, it would be fair to say I was a large pain in the butt for my parents. I was rebellious and did not want to go through with the confirmation. I remember playing devil's advocate in the classes and really annoying the teacher. Reluctantly, I was confirmed because my parents made me. Now having Mason, I can completely understand why they made me do it. They knew it was crucial for my salvation and they wanted to be with me in the Kingdom of Heaven. However, the CHOICE was not mine and it's something I have thought about over and over.
The past several weeks during service and Sunday school the topic has been about baptism. I couldn't help but think, maybe the Lord is sending me the message, "You've been praying about it, here's your sign." I'll be honest to say that I kind of brushed it off for a while thinking it wasn't necessary to be baptized again because the Lord knows my heart and I'll be saved. But then I would think, what if He is sending me the message and I'm choosing to ignore it?
Then I read the book, "Heaven is For Real." Now let me say this, I don't think I have EVER read a book for fun and finished it as an adult. Sure I read tons of books in high school and college but never just to read for myself. So for me to choose to read for fun, I joke that it's an act of God. However, I truly feel all these things that have been happening in my life are God's way of saying, "I'm telling you what to do, why won't you just listen already." I finished the book in two days (would have in one but reading with a newborn is a little difficult). If you haven't read it, it's a must read. It's based on a true story written by the father of three year old, Colton who visited heaven during a major surgery. After his trip to heaven, Colton tells his parents numerous things about heaven and Jesus that a three year old would not know. There is a chapter entitled "Two Sisters" where Colton tells his mommy that he has two sisters. His mother, confused says no you just have one, are you confused with your cousin? Then Colton proceeds to tell her that he met his other sister in heaven and that she is waiting for him. His mother had had a miscarriage before getting pregnant with Colton. She was two months along and they had not known the sex of the baby. This was something they never shared with Colton. Colton then told his mother that his sister is waiting for them in heaven and that his parents will need to name her once they get to heaven. As I'm reading this chapter, I completely lost it and tears poured down my face. I lost a baby prior to getting pregnant with Mason and I never imagined meeting my unborn child in heaven. After reading this I just kept thinking, I HAVE to be in heaven with my children.
After all these signs, and honestly many more, I have decided to be baptized again on Sunday June 19th after the 9am service. Paul Forshey
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