Why did you choose natural?

After having two beautiful baby boys, I knew that I wanted to do something completely different with my third. I have received a lot of questions regarding my decision to go natural so I thought I would share my story, and maybe convince you along the way of the beauty of birth without drugs. So, why after having two perfectly healthy boys would I decide to go a different route? Some people would say that I was crazy for even considering a natural birth, that medicine today has progressed far beyond what it used to be and that I didn’t have the health of my child as my number one priority. I would disagree wholeheartedly. Yes, medicine has progressed and receiving help through birth in the form of medication works wonderfully. However, for me, the human body has always been fascinating to me. The sole idea that women can grow a baby inside of them is miraculous, let alone that our bodies were made to deliver them. I knew in my heart that God was choosing a different birth story for this little one and I was ready for all of the trials that would come along with it; knowing all the while that the ending would be incredible. During the time of my pregnancy, I was on the home stretch of finishing up nursing school (two kids, a third one on the way, a full time working hubby, and nursing school? Ya, I know, I’m crazy). Throughout school, I had become increasingly interested in midwifery and had a few friends who had great success with a midwife. After hearing their stories and doing some research on my own, I made the first step of meeting with a midwife. I met with a few different midwifes, one of them being Kristy. One of my initial questions to Kristy was what was she going to do when I broke down during labor and asked for medicine. She assured me that no matter what, we would stick to the birthing plan. She assured me that our bodies were made to do this and that the experience wasn’t something you could explain; it was indeed something that needed to be felt to be understood. From that moment, I knew that this was the path for me. I knew that God was leading me, that He wanted me to be able to experience something so incredibly amazing. And while I was totally on board, I wasn’t ready for the transformation in my heart and in my relationship with my husband that was about to happen. My pregnancy felt very familiar. Things were going well but of course I was carrying yet another large baby. My husband weighed in at 11 lbs 6 oz so I’ve always been prone to bigger babies. Once I hit about 4 months, I started measuring two weeks early. That continued through the rest of my pregnancy and, naturally, raised some questions. I was checked for gestational diabetes 3 times and luckily they all came back negative. I was starting to get concerned but my concern immediately turned to trust. I have always taken care of my body and I was perfectly healthy. I rested in that, knowing that these tests were just precautionary and that the health of myself and my baby weren’t compromised. And let’s be honest, we can totally just blame my husband for the passing down of his big genetics. At about 37 weeks, I started to dilate and baby was getting ready to come into the world. Before even going into labor, I had progressed to five centimeters and my midwife had warned me that once labor actually started I would need to get to the hospital right away. For weeks I had contractions constantly but nothing that progressed. On March 7th, my midwife decided to order another ultrasound since I was still measuring two weeks early. At this ultrasound, the baby was weighing in at over 9 pounds and I knew that if labor didn’t begin by the end of the week, they would induce me. I knew that I didn’t want to be induced. The contractions you get from Pitocin aren’t like natural contractions. They are more painful and I didn’t want to go through something like that. So, when I got home, Operation Start Labor commenced. I walked around the house, cleaned, shook my hips – anything I could do to get that baby to flip, I was trying it. Nothing worked. That evening, my husband and I were headed to a comedy show. About an hour before the show, I started getting contractions. This feeling was all too familiar and I figured they were the same contractions I had been getting for weeks. Conrad tried to convince me to skip the comedy show but heck, I thought laughing may actually help this baby get moving, so we went! I kept getting contractions during the show but wanted to make sure this was it. We made it to nearly the end of the show and decided to head to the hospital. I remember praying on the way there, hoping that these were real contractions. Prayer answered. We got to the hospital and I was 6cm and showing regular contractions. We were being admitted and we were going to have a baby. I felt so overjoyed and terrified at the same time. What I wanted was finally here, but now it was time to go to work. When we were admitted, I asked what midwife was on and it was Kristy. Looking back, there were all of these moments of disbelief when God stepped in and said “I’ve got you, don’t worry”. Finding out that Kristy would be my midwife for this birth was one of those moments. Kristy took a look at my ultrasound from that morning and warned me that a birth in the tub wouldn’t be an option. I could be in the tub before the birth but would need to get out just prior. I had been so hopeful for a water birth but I respected her decision and knew that it wouldn’t be the right thing for the baby. I did some walking around, bounced on the ball, and relaxed in the tub for a bit. Since it was night time, Kristy suggested resting as much as I could. I never thought this was possible but I slept in between contractions. The calm I experienced from Kristy, Conrad, and my body was overwhelming and wonderful. It allowed me to enjoy the experience in the midst of all of the uncertainty. When I got to 7cm, I asked Kristy to break my water. As soon as she broke it, I knew that it was time to go to work. I listened to the relaxing CD my sister bought me, rocked in the chair, and ultimately decided to get in the tub one last time. I remember Conrad asking me what I was doing and I calmly replied, “The second I get out of the tub, shit is going to hit the fan” (verbatim). In those few moments, I knew I needed prayer and a pep talk. I felt this baby coming and everything after this moment was going to be out of my control. So, I gave it to God. I got out of the tub and back onto the ball. I was right, contractions hit and they didn’t stop. In the midst of the pain, I cannot put into words the support that I felt. My husband and Kristy worked so well together and coached me the entire way. I remember looking at Kristy and telling her that I was done and needed medicine. With no hesitation she said, “Ashley, you’re doing this beautifully and this is transition, which means we are so dang close. You can do this”. Conrad kept rubbing my back and talking me through it. I remember him kissing my forehead and just making me feel like I could do this. I was just in so much pain crying through each contraction and I just wanted a break but the truth is, there isn’t even enough time to think about getting medicine. Before you know it, you’re just focusing on getting through that next contraction. Between the support of Conrad and Kristy, the peace and calm I felt, the strength of my body, and just being able to focus on my breath – there was never a real moment of doubt. And in fact, there was an exact moment where my body just took over. It did exactly what it needed to do with no real encouragement from me. It felt the stress and it just started working. So, I started pushing. The most effective pushing I’ve ever experienced. I think I pushed for 5 minutes. As the nurse placed the baby on my chest, she told me that we had another beautiful boy. I was overjoyed. How lucky was I to have another healthy baby boy? A moment later, the midwife said, “Ashley, Ashley, no no no, we have ourselves a little girl here”. Those words will be ingrained in my mind forever. I cannot tell you what I said or what I did. All I remember is the rush of emotion and the tears that started streaming down my face. I had a daughter. A beautiful baby girl. I looked up at Conrad. Never would I have thought that my heart could hold more love for him than it already did. But in that moment, seeing the tears streaming down his face, I was more in love than I’ve ever been. Many people say that you feel empowered as a woman by going natural, but I felt empowered as a couple. Conrad was there with me through all of it – always comforting me and making me laugh through my pregnancy and being my strength when I needed it most during my labor. So, there we were, with little Charlotte on my chest. With Braxton and Brady, breastfeeding was extremely difficult. When they were born, all they wanted to do was sleep. Charlotte was different. She immediately began to search for my breast. I wasn’t strong enough to sit up so I looked at Conrad and said pull me up now, this is what I wanted. This baby is going to nurse. And she did. The whole time we were in the child birth unit, she nursed. I know that if I hadn’t chose natural, she would’ve been just like her brothers and I never would’ve been able to experience that bond. It was indescribable. All of my birth stories are amazing because I got three beautiful children out of them. But Charlotte’s was life changing. It changed my relationship with myself, my relationship with my children, my relationship with my husband, and my relationship with God. If you asked me if I would go natural again, I would tell you that I wouldn’t do it any other way. It is, indeed, an experience that must be felt to even be remotely understood and I am so grateful for the process.

I fail everyday..

I started my LAST semester of nursing school and the excitement of it quickly drifted away when I saw all the expectations of the last semester. It doesn't help that I am about to have a baby a month before, but I try not to even worry about that. Mostly because I just can't anymore and quite frankly I am having a baby and that's just way too amazing to make it even a thing to worry about! It'll get done, but as every week goes by and the stress adds up I watch myself feeling anxious and overwhelmed. Even as I keep succeeding and making it week to week I watch other things falling apart. The biggest challenge for me this semester is I feel so inadequate with the most important things in my life. I have two beautiful boys and honestly they consume so much of my everyday thoughts and actions. They need me, but the more I am stressed with school the more I realize my God I really need them. I hate that everyday is like a race and I am just trying to get from sun up to sun down still alive. I start the day so early getting the kids to where they need to be, then its filled with all day school, then I become a taxi to get both my babes home, fed, homework finished, some play time, and before you know it they are off to bed. This is where I am back at the kitchen table trying to keep my eyes open to focus on school. Week after week makes me even more tired and there have been moments where I am sitting with my books and just bawl. I bawl because I miss my kids. I bawl because I miss my husband (who deserves a Gold medal for being my constant shoulder to lean on through all this. I am honored to call him mine). I bawl because I just want to quit. I bawl because I miss my friends. I bawl because I don't even know why I did this to myself. As I sit there and feel bad for myself something kicks me in the ass and says we don't have time for your pity party. I know how close I am and by God have I worked my butt off to get here. Trust me it would have been a lot easier to say screw this noise, but I can't. My point of this post isn't so you can feel bad for me, because you shouldn't. Yes I am stressed, but I also have found a lot of light through this stressful time in my life. Everyday I use to allow myself to feel like I am failing as a Mom. The truth is I am not even in the littlest bit and I see that everyday in my kids. EVERY single day! My oldest told me last week, "Mom you got an A on your test and I told all my friends that my mom is going to be the best nurse ever." He's so dang proud of me and wants me to be successful, so why do I constantly make myself feel like a failure everyday? Why as Moms do we do that to ourselves? Then I quickly realized it is my fault. I constantly let others make me feel that way. One person made a comment to me a long time ago when I decided to go back to school. It still rings in my head from time to time and every time I think of it I feel this intense anger. The comment was, "I cannot believe you can go back to school and leave your kids, I could just never do that." I didn't punch this person so you should all be so pleased. My point is working mom, student mom, stay at home mom..it doesn't matter. Don't let others bring you down on what's the best and what's the worst because you're a MOM and you own that hat. Don't let anyone take it away from you because more than not those comments come from their own insecurities. The thing is you make the choice and allow people that opportunity. So here I will own it. I am a full time student, but I am 100% a Mom. My kids don't suffer they see their Momma striving for more and my boys both know without a doubt that I am doing this just as much for them as myself! So here it is..I am 2 1/2 months till graduating and I am not allowing my success to be looked at as a failure. Ive worked too hard to let this last little bit be so horrible. I am going to try to be the most annoying positive person you've ever seen because quite frankly I cannot live like I fail everyday. You don't allow yourself to do that either, because as Moms we constantly do. Wear your Mom hat proudly anyway you do it because you are a rockstar! To all Mommas..you inspire me everyday & I love you and your babies for it:)

The crazy journey of parenting..

Deuteronomy 6:7 You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. When Braxton went to Kindergarten I had this immense fear that Braxton would change who he was. I was afraid he would be so influenced by others that he would lose himself. Since Braxton has been in our lives his heart has always been the biggest and his love for others is beautiful. I have received so many compliments about his sweetness and love. It's something as a mother you wish for and I get the privileged of seeing it everyday. I constantly am reminded how lucky I am to have a child with a heart like his. I do believe without a doubt that God is doing work with Braxton that will change lives for so many people. NO DOUBT. Anyways when he went to kindergarten all I could think of was myself in middle school. I was this young little girl who desperately wanted people to like me and I would do just about anything to be that cool girl. The cool girls got the boys, got the attention, and everyone wanted to be like them. I without a doubt changed myself and it wasn't up until high school that I got over it. I realized how little it mattered and I needed to be me. Quiet frankly I was exhausted of having to care so much about what others thought of me. I've grown so much in the last 10 years I don't even see that old me anymore. Now I am well aware that my baby is 6 and things will challenge him in many different ways through the years, but one thing I truly believe is it comes back to the home. In this house we walk the Jesus way. My pastor would be so proud of me for using this phrase by the way, but it is true. However, I don't by any means throw anything down my children's throats. I will never make them go get baptized if they don't choose this path for themselves or force them to go to a bible study with me with them kicking and screaming that they don't want to. My job is to show them and what they do with it is up to them. However, with that being said I am not quiet about my love for God or teaching his ways in this house. I think right now that is strongly shown in my oldest. He is 6 years old and last night we had one of the most inspiring conversations that made my heart grow miles. Last night as we are saying our prayers and having our personal one on one time Braxton opened up to me about a friend at school. He talked about this young boy who is different from him. This boy has to have a walker, wear braces on his legs, and Braxton says no one really talks much to him. As Braxton is talking about this young boy he starts to cry. And it isn't just tears he starts sobbing. I of course was right there sobbing with him. He tells me repeatedly that he doesn't get why God would make life so difficult for a young boy. Braxton didn't think it was fair that this boy couldn't walk or run on the playground. Braxton hates that kids stay away from him because they thought they could "catch," whatever he has. This is exactly who my son is. He wears his heart so much on his sleeve and when you hurt he honestly hurts for you. He wants everyone to have everything good and when he feels someone is being mistreated he is not happy. What hurt me the most is Braxton was mad for the first time at God. He loves God so much and he tells me constantly how perfect our God is. So for him to question God was a reality I knew we would get to, but one I wasn't sure how to deal with. As Braxton was crying I told him that God is perfect and even though his plan might not make any type of sense to us we have to keep our faith in it because it's Gods plan not ours. I asked Braxton what would be the best thing he could do for his friend and he just smiled and said whatever I can to make him happy. The biggest thing I told Braxton was I was proud of him for wanting to do something good for his friend and more importantly I was BEYOND proud of the fact that he didn't follow the path of others. He's standing up for whats right and realizing his responsibility that God has given us all and that is to help others. We talked more into details, but I wont bore you with the specifics. After Braxton got off the bus this afternoon he smiled and said, "Mom I made him smile today." As I hugged my boy I felt warm tears of pure joy run down my face. I know there are going to be days that Braxton and I wont agree on decisions and there are going to be days where we both let each other down. However, we are going to keep talking and keep loving through it all. As people keep warning me that kids will be kids and they will disappoint you I am going to keep being naive and believe that God is always going to keep us strong and together. We are going to move mountains together and I'm very much excited for the journey.

Growing Up

Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it. When Brady turned one I knew I wanted to do something different for his First birthday. I wanted his birthday to celebrate something much more. Since Brady is the younger brother there was really nothing he even needed. My point of his party was to celebrate that we had a healthy baby boy & that I wanted everyone together. I think this is something so many of us forget about birthdays. Its not about the party, the gifts, or the cake. Its simply another year we are blessed with. I asked everyone instead of bringing gifts if they wanted to bring a donation to Rileys Childrens Hospital. The last couple years I have seen such tragedies happen to families and it reminds me daily how truly we take our very own health for granted. I wanted us to celebrate that we have a beautiful healthy boy and in his honor we should help other babies have the opportunity of health. Not everyone was for the idea and that was ok. Whatever was in everyone's heart was fine by me. We were able to give a donation and my heart was so full. I have to be honest the main person I wanted to touch with this whole thing was our older son. Braxton has been the only child for so long and lets be honest he is very spoiled. I wanted him to see that birthdays weren't about presents, they were about the simple fact that we get to celebrate years with each other. Sometimes I do things and I just pray that they open someone else's heart. This whole giving a donation turned out to be everything I wanted. Not only did we give hope to other families, but it opened up my 6 year old's heart even more. When we were preparing for his 6 birthday he asked me if instead of presents people could give a donation instead. First of all for a 6 year old to give up presents for himself to help others is pretty astonishing and I was truly moved by him. After I explained to him that as much as I loved the idea I think it was best if we took that step within ourselves. Meaning that Braxton was allowed to give his own money to his own organization. If you know Braxton you know his love for animals runs so deep so when he said he wanted to help endangered animals I was not surprised in the littlest bit. At first I thought this was a great idea, but I wanted Braxton to see first hand what his donation would do. I wanted him to be able to walk into a place of need and see exactly what animals he would be helping. We decided to take Braxton's money and walk into the humane society. It was a pretty amazing experience, but one that weighed so deep on my heart. As many of you know we used to have a lab named Maize. However, when Brady was born Maize had some major issues with him. Truly it wasn't all his fault because he was a baby himself. But after catching Maize in mid air about to pounce my baby and then another night Maize trying to chew through Brady's wallaby (which honestly could have tremendously hurt Brady)I realized it wasn't a safe fit. Braxton NEVER once has made me feel bad about our decision to find Maize a new home, but trust me I feel enough guilt without him even saying one word. As I looked at one animal that reminded me so much of Maize I lost it in the humane shelter. As much as Maize was brought into our life for Braxton he was my baby. I kept thinking in my head what in the world was I thinking? This was suppose to be about helping and I'm bawling because I miss our dog? Braxton grabbed my hand and said, "Mom its ok I miss Maize too, but he's in a happy home look at all these animals that don't have a home." Dear God how does this child do it? He is always teaching me I swear. The big thing I walked away with this day was that kids really are paying attention and if you don't think what you do matters you are going to have a rude awakening one day. Your choices, actions, and words matter. I am no where near a perfect parent. There are days my patience is at an all time low and I feel like I am constantly yelling. However, days like today really make me realize the importance of Proverbs22:6. Its my job to teach my children the Jesus way and look when they need to use it they really do. Braxton was there to help others that day including his Momma. He walked away with a full heart of how much better it feels to help others instead of yourself. I am a proud mother & thankful for a God that lets me know I can do this whole parenting thing as long as I allow him to lead the way. Now within a week my 6 year old is off into the world of school. I cannot tell you how many times I have cried about this very matter. Just today I was looking at a picture of a friend's child getting on the bus and lost it. For the first time in my life I am no longer in control of Braxton. For atleast 6 hours 5 days a week he is on his own with a teacher. Braxton is beyond ready for this journey and as much as I hate it I also know its time for him to spread his wings and fly. I will just keep praying and that I am giving him enough so he can spread that love to others and not change who he is:).

6 years ago..

Romans 5:8 "But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." Tonight as I am reading I come up to this passage. For some reason it really struck a nerve inside my heart and immediately gave me goosebumps. All I can think of in this moment is I have a son who turned 6 yesterday. I have been beyond moved by this little boy for SIX whole years. He's changed me in so many ways in 6 years I couldn't even beginning to tell you. However, one of the biggest things Braxton has brought to my life is my faith. When I had Braxton I was 20 years old. I wasn't married even though I was very much in love. I didn't have anything behind my name. I was very much still a child. Even through my pregnancy I was naive and had no clue how big of a deal this really was. I was terrified. However, when I held this little life in my hands on July 17th 2007 at 1:09 p.m. I had been giving an opportunity to grow up right there or continue the excuses of how I would never be anything. I looked at this little boy and realized my life would entirely be about giving him everything he deserved. What can I say I was big time in love and nothing was going to stop me from changing my world. See I grew up in a Church, but I never once felt like I knew who God was. I believed in him, but I didn't love him like he had already loved me. I had realized to be the best Mother I could be I had to find a way to make it in this crazy life. God was my way. I cannot tell you how many times Conrad and I thought we weren't going to make it, but we relied on God and we relied on the fact that no matter what we were in this together. Conrad has and always will be my soul mate, the man who God gave me to push me through and love me when I don't deserve it. 6 years ago Conrad was going to school full time, working, and honestly showing me how to be the best parent. I was working full-time trying to get him through school and trying my best to be a good Mom. I cannot lie and say there weren't tears shed because there were plenty. Life for sure was a struggle. But when stuff got bad I always knew we were doing the right thing and God was going to take care of us. Looking at us now we are happily married, Conrad graduated with 2 degrees and now has a successful career, I am 1 year away from graduating nursing school, we have a beautiful home, we have TWO handsome and loving boys, and the most loving and supportive family and friends people could ask for. That's all God right there because we didn't deserve any of it. We were sinners, and Christ still died for us. My story is simple. I was a failure. I was no one. I was a sinner. God still believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. He put this amazing child in my life and immediately brought me to a whole new place of what my purpose really is. My point here is simple no one is perfect. No one has a story that isn't a little rocky. However, you can stand by that story or you can change your story. No matter what God's pulling for you.

Your Children Will Become What You Are..

"Your children will become what you are; so be what you want them to be." - David Bly. My mother in law made us this beautiful frame for Braxton before he was even born and this quote by David Bly was on it. I always thought it made sense, but I truly didn't understand it till now. My kids are the most important thing in my life. If you don't believe in love at first sight..you will when you have a child. When I had Braxton I loved him so much EVERYTHING scared me about him. I was that parent that the pediatrician hated, because I would call about everything. Lets just put it this way I called the doctor because Braxton hit his head and he had this huge lump immediately after falling. Terrified I called the doctor and he told me things to watch out for, but also that kids hit their heads all the time and this was probably nothing. He also then said and I can still quote, "Also Ashley the little gap he has in between his front teeth..if he hits that it will bleed like crazy..just hold pressure and he will be fine." You totally see he was telling me this before because he knew this would probably happen and he didn't want me to panic..because lets face it I was the one that would. My doctor was the best, but he also knew me and knew from the very beginning I was one that worried and I worried way too much. I knew becoming a parent that between my husband and myself we were responsible for these little humans we made. That means protecting them, providing for them, teaching them, and always loving them no matter what. HELLO that is terrifying!! The first year of being a parent I think I slept with one eye open the entire time. I was a freak to say the least. However, dealing with everything we had going on at the time I also realized I couldn't live my life in fear on a constant basis. Every year I grew more and more and realized the importance of being a strong Mommy. Braxton is now 5 and we are loving everything about him. He is playing t-ball this year, I believe he is already smarter than me, and seriously the kid wears his heart on his sleeve. He is by far the sweetest boy I know. He is extraordinary with his brother Brady who is now 16months old. Brady is my sassy, never stops eating, and huge daddy's boy. The boys are simply amazing and I wouldn't trade our lives with them for anything. Yes being a parents is exhausting, but the love I get from my kids is indescribable. Now let me get to my big point of this whole blog post. I love my kids more than anything, but my kids think I am Superwoman. Seriously in their eyes..Conrad and myself are EVERYTHING they want to be. If you have kids you know this and if you don't..just wait. Kids ADORE their parents! Now knowing this doesn't that make your job seem even more terrifying? You are their example. It doesn't matter what their friends or teachers do..ultimately it comes back to you! Your kids want your approval, they want your love, and they want to be just like you. See I always thought I knew that, but not like I do now. I look at Braxton and he seriously is the perfect mix of Conrad and myself. However, he wasn't just made that way..its from what he sees. My perfect example of this is when Braxton and myself were watching a movie together and he looks at me and just says, "Mommy I love how much my Daddy loves you." Talk about melting your heart. I am not here to tell you how fortunate I am to have a husband like I do (I will save that for another time :) )..my point is my children watch the relationship I have with their father. They see that love we have and they know how important it is to love one another. Your kids are watching and if you don't think they are..take a second and really watch them..You will witness so many pieces of yourself it is scary. Here's another example. I just ran my first half marathon. When I was at mile 10 I saw Braxton wearing my tshirt and waving his hands in excitement at me. He was cheering me on and wanting me to finish. When I did finish all he could talk about was running with me next time. He is constantly showing me his running skills and asking about when "our" next race is. He knows how much I enjoy exercising and he wants to be involved in everything I am doing. As I watch my kids grow I realize more and more my responsibility. God gave me these amazing young boys and its my job to show them everyday in my actions what this whole life thing is about. This whole blog post isn't to scare you in any way..its just my point to say life is too short to wake up with regrets..so be the real person you want to be..trust me someone thinks you are amazing and wants to be JUST LIKE YOU:)

Where does the time go?

Its hard to believe it, but today Brady is already one month old. He is becoming such a big boy. As many mothers know the first couple weeks are truly exhausting with a newborn and I must have forgot how exhausting they were since my baby is 4 years old. The first two weeks with Brady were very hard mostly because my husband is in busy season and was gone for the first two weeks. I thought I was going to lose my mind because it seemed like everything bad was happening. Not to go into too much detail but breast feeding was not going the way I wanted it to, Brady wasn't gaining weight, and I ended up getting an infection that ended up making me give up breastfeeding all together which was a HUGE let down for me. I am pretty positive I spent the first 2 weeks in tears. It was also hard having a 4 year old who was begging for attention and I had to learn to adjust to life with 2. Those first couple weeks were rough, but now things are starting to fall into a routine. I am VERY grateful that my husband is home now. Braxton really has become a great big brother and a huge help. He is always willing to give me an extra hand and an extra hug when I need it. He is still the funniest little boy I know and I couldn't imagine my life without him. Brady is thriving and becoming quite the chunk.

Here are some things you must know about our new little love:
1. He LOVES to eat (which I am not use to because Braxton is and always has been the worst eater).
2. He loves to pee on his mother..I have been sprayed so much its not even funny. My all time favorite story so far with him is I was changing him one day and it was poopy..as I finally get the new diaper on he starts spraying me..so now I have two dirty diapers..then I get him all cleaned up pick him up in his new outfit and diaper he gives me the biggest smile and poops himself..so in 10 mins I had officially went through 3 diapers..such a little turd.
3. Brady has already rolled over at 3 weeks
4. Brady hates sleeping in his bassinet. You will get him to sleep and put him in there and its like automatic he starts fussing.
5. He makes the most noise ever. He is constantly grunting. He must love the sound of his voice like his big brother.
6. He gets the hiccups everyday!
7. He looks exactly like Braxton as a baby!
8. He has beautiful blue eyes and his hair is starting to get blonde..exactly how Brax was.
9. Brady loves noise. If hes fighting his sleep and I turn the sweeper on he will fall fast asleep.
10. He is loved so much by his big brother:)

We are truly enjoying being a family of 4. We might be exhausted most of the time, but it is soo worth it and I am looking forward to everything that comes with it. I truly love having 2 boys..it fits me perfectly.