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Levi & Griffin, October 2011
Levi & Jake, August 2014
So Jake is officially one month old…actually six weeks old today. I’m sure the other two boys had several blog posts by now documenting all the excitement the first month with a baby brings. Poor Jake is going to have to be satisfied with one post summarizing the whole month because I just can’t keep up. Fourth child problems. This post is very random so lets just start here…
Jake’s first visitors at the hospital were my sister and Joel’s brother and sister-in-law (who happened to be here from China…yay!). Since Jake was born at 11:30 at night, everyone else waited until the next day to come. But these three were hard core and waited up to greet their new nephew at 1am. Everything happened so fast that I didn’t even think to take pictures of Jake’s visitors…so these happened later…obviously.
James and Liz cleaned our house for us while we were in the hospital. I was SO thankful. If you remember, Joel wouldn’t let me stay and clean the house. For some reason he thought I needed to get to the hospital to have the baby. Haha. The house was a mess, so it was such a great surprise to come home and find it clean. And Liz left this awesome sign to greet us. I love it.
My in-laws watched the boys while we were in the hospital. They are pretty great! The boys were excited about their baby being born but I think they were even more excited to spend the night at Bammy and Papa’s house. I of course didn’t take a picture of them with Jake in the hospital either.
My mom booked her flight to come see the babies ahead of time. I thought there was no way I would go more than a week ahead of my due date. I was wrong. She was so sad not to be here when Jake was born. He was born on Wednesday and she got here late Saturday night. We were so glad to see her! She spoiled the boys and I was so, so thankful for the extra help. Come back soon mom!
I don’t know if I ever said anything on the blog, but my sister and I were due two days apart. She was due first. So she was a little mad at me when I had Jake so early and she had to wait. It was worth the wait though. Eight days after Jake was born, his cousin Lizzy arrived. My mom didn’t miss that one!
My dad flew in for the weekend after Lizzy came too. Here they are with all the grandkids.
This was my first attempt at a brother picture. No one looked at the camera, but they are still cute. And look how tiny Jake was!
I won’t tell you when we finally got around to giving Jake his first bath. I’m pretty sure we gave Cora baths every night religiously. Jake, not so much. Sorry, buddy. I don’t get a shower in very often either if it makes you feel better.
Everyone helped. We always have a lot of helpers around here.
Before and after. All squeaky clean.
This past month Jake has done a lot of sleeping. And we all watch him and talk about how cute he is.
The boys want to hold Jake all the time. They talk about how cute he is and tell Jake that he is their best buddy. I hope the three of them are always best buddies.
The boys are always driving their cars on Jake or bringing him toys. They take good care of their baby brother.
Hi Jakey. Your cheeks get bigger everyday.
I could hold this sweet boy all day long. Too bad their are other things to do like dishes and laundry. Such a bummer.
And lastly, in this very long and random post, a few pics from Instagram. I am @jessmcclenahan if you want to follow along our everyday. It is pretty crazy around here with three boys but pretty awesome too. I wouldn’t change a thing!
And that was our first month with Jake.
I was a little nervous about how my big boys would react to bringing a new baby home. When we brought Griffin home Levi didn’t talk to me for about two weeks. He didn’t really want anything to do with me. Change is hard for that sweet boy. And Griffin, well, let’s just say he is a major mama’s boy and strong willed too. I wasn’t sure how that combination would play out when he realized he wasn’t the baby anymore.
Jake was born at 11:30 at night so it wasn’t until the next day that the boys came to the hospital.
We told Joel’s parents not to tell them if the baby was a boy or girl, so all they knew was that their baby was here. Joel met them in the hallway and waited for a few minutes so we could get the cameras ready. He said Griffin was so impatient and kept pulling his arm and saying, “I see my baby now.”
Griffin jumped right up on the hospital bed. He was so excited.
He was all about holding his baby. He had told me all throughout the pregnancy that he was getting a boy baby. He was right.
Levi went straight for his daddy and wasn’t so sure about the whole hospital thing.
He wanted to hold Jake when Joel brought him over to the couch but he stayed very close to his daddy the whole time.
Levi finally warmed up a little and came over to my bed when we unwrapped Jake. He was checking to see if his hand was bigger than Jake’s hand.
While Levi and Daddy were discussing who was the biggest brother, Griffin was asking me a million questions. He was so curious about everything.
There is something so special about seeing all your babies together for the first time as your family grows. I so wish Cora could have been standing at the end of that bed meeting Jake for the first time too. But these three boys of mine…what a precious gift they are. I’ve got a big job ahead of me and I am so thankful that the Lord is going to be walking right beside me every step of the way.
I have so much to tell you about Jake and I am getting so far behind. I guess that is what happens when you have three kids. And what happens when you have a newborn and both of your older boys get hand, foot, and mouth (yes they did…but we won’t talk about that). Last week was all about surviving….and unfortunately not about sleeping at all. And survive we did thanks to some extra grace and patience from the Lord…and a lot of movies too. I am still working on catching up on my sleep though. I have a feeling that might not happen for awhile.
So…from where I left off in my last post…
I called the hospital and told them I thought my water broke. The nurse said that I should come in but not to rush if I wanted to take a shower or something like that. So Joel took the boys over to his parents and I was trying to get things a little bit in order around the house. My house was a disaster and I was not prepared to have a baby at all. I still had 11 days, remember? Since I had already taken a shower that morning (a miracle!), I was trying to decide how much I could get done before we had to leave for the hospital when Joel came back and asked if I was ready to go. Apparently he was. He talked me into getting my bag packed and getting into the car. He thought it was more important to get to the hospital before he had to deliver the baby himself than it was to have a clean house. I assured him that wasn’t going to happen…but he still won. It wasn’t until after we got to the hospital that I realized I hadn’t even eaten anything since lunch. I was so hungry. I blamed that on Joel too because he made me rush out of the house…of course.
We got to the hospital about 7:15 that evening. By this time nothing had changed. I was still having contractions but they were about the same as they had been the prior few days. It turns out that my “did your water break” test came back negative. My doctor (who happened to be on call that night, praise the Lord!) came in to give me the results and I asked him if he was sending me home. I was just sure we weren’t going to have this baby that night. But he told me that I was dilated to a four and that I wasn’t going anywhere. I could hardly believe it. We actually were going to have this baby that night.
This was definitely my easiest delivery yet. After breaking my water, I got stuck at a four which always happens to me. After a lovely epidural and some pitocin to kick my body into gear it was time for baby! At 11:30 Joel announced that we had our third boy and we got to meet our sweet Jake.
Late that night as I sat with this brand new baby swaddled up in my arms, I was overwhelmed once again by how God continues to bring life to our family. Three boys! What a precious gift Jake Fisher is. I can hardly believe I get to be his mama.
I am coming out of my new mom coma to attempt a blog post. Where do I even begin? Thank you so much for all your kind words of congratulations. Jake is the sweetest and has been our most laid back baby yet. He is making this transition to three kids so easy on us. The big boys are having a harder time and are making the transition a little more difficult. Change is hard for everyone and I am sure it is just going to take some time for us all to figure this out. I love seeing the bonds already beginning to form between my boys…my THREE boys! All that to say, I am not sure how much I will be posting…but I am determined to get some photos of Jake posted this week…because he is just too cute not to.
So for today, let me tell you about the week Jake decided to make his surprise arrival…
I was 38 weeks and feeling incredibly huge. I had mastered the waddle (let’s be honest…I mastered that a long time ago), felt like my body might break at any moment, and was having lots of contractions. I still figured I would end up getting induced because that just seemed to be how it usually worked out. We ate pizza with my sister and her family on that Sunday when we took the belly photo together. She was due on July 25 and I was due on July 27. We were counting down the days…only two weeks left. But that meant I still had two weeks left to get everything done before meeting this little one!
The boys were busy doing summer things. Griffin has been all about catching toads…and all about wearing his shoes on the wrong feet…and all about mamas and babies. He was showing me his mama and baby toad in the photo above. Levi had his first swimming lessons this summer. He loved it and learned so much! He is so proud that he can put his head under water now. We finished the lessons the day before Jake was born. Phew! Barely squeezed that in.
Wednesday, the day Jake was born, was a full one. We spent the morning at the library for story time before going to my sister’s house. The boys and their cousin stayed with a babysitter and Anne and I went to Wichita to have one last sister date (thanks to my sweet mom!) before the babies arrived. We ate lunch, had our toes done, went to Starbucks and then ran a few errands. We got back about five o’clock and the boys and I headed home.
Joel got home about the same time we did. We talked about our days, I opened a few baby things that had come in the mail, and then I sat down on the stairs to watch the boys play outside. And then my water broke…or at least I thought that is what happened. Little did we know we would be meeting our Jake late that same night…eleven days early. Oh my, were we surprised!