These are the moments

As we are transitioning from the army life to back home, I have a rush of emotions. We are living on base right now in a small house but it's perfect. I love having just what I need. My little family and a roof over our heads. I love having more time to just sit and be us. Last night we watched a movie (by we I mean Logan and I while Ben watched maybe a half hr of it) and for the first time ben got his own bowl of popcorn. Now this may seem little but to me it meant a lot. He's growing up, our family is growing up.

I feel like it is happening before my eyes and some days I just want to hold on to every moment I can.  Life that is, it is happening and I can't do anything to stop it. I cannot believe my first baby is two and a big brother. I cannot believe I will be married four years this December. Or that I just had my last babies.


As I watched Ben read to "the babies" as he calls them...I couldn't help but think "these are the moments" the moments I will look back on when I'm 80 sitting on my front porch remembering life. I love how I have this precious time to spend with my babies. I love that God gave us this tiny on post house and transition period. I so needed it. I needed life to slow down, even for a month, before we move on.

I love since having the girls my anxiety of parenting a toddler has quieted. For example ben spilt apple juice tonight and promptly announced " I clean up!" grabbed my decorative kitchen towel (it's white) and began wiping the dirty floor. This would make me cringe usually but tonight, I encouraged it. I mean seriously how awesome that he knew to do that and that I didn't have to?!

Life is too short and I love this time I have to really enjoy my kids while they are little. Before I know it I will be looking back and smiling at all the memories made.

These are the moments.

Birth story

Soooo who doesn't love a good birth story?
Here it goes.

I woke up with contractions at 5am and headed to labor and delivery to check it out. I had a strange feeling that was it. It was my mother n law's birthday and for some reason I just knew that was the day.

Got to the hospital and was a big whopping 2cm dilated. I was frustrated. I mean this was it right? So the midwife told me I wasn't in active labor and I explained to her I was. They ran fluids and checked me again after an hour..still a 2 ..she gave me the option to stay and walk around to see if I dilated more. I called Logan to come and our amazing friends came over to watch Ben.

So we walked. I was so frustrated...there is nothing more bothering to me than trying to convince someone what I am feeling and that it is real. Especially with labor. We headed back to the room with me in tears. I wanted to go home. They wanted to check me before I went home and as I'm mentally preparing to head for the door the midwife exclaims "oh you are a good 4-5 cm" ...to which I replied "do you believe me now?!" Poor Logan must have been so embarrassed.

So I called my mom to head down from Indiana and my doula to head to the hospital. I went in not wanting an epidural and was talked into one. However, I was able to put it off until a good 7-8cm. I was able to experience a little bit of the labor I wanted. I was told it was an epidural in case of an emergency c-section...if I didn't get one and had to have a c-section I would be put completely under.


Everything was good in labor until I got the epidural. I then had my blood pressure crash several times, got sick, etc...birth is so pretty let me tell you. It was just a waiting game until 10 cm...they then wheeled me to the O.R. to push..."just in case" Baby A was head down but baby B was transverse breech. We were praying B would flip, but oddly I knew she wouldn't...still I held on to hope.

Baby A (Everly) was born after four pushes and then I felt like it was a whirl wind after that. As I had Everly on my chest they were trying to flip baby B. OUCH. Well B or Reagan flipped but went butt down. After trying and trying it was called to do a c-section. I kept telling myself "it will all be okay" and it was...Reagan was born and all the nurses kept telling me how "feisty" she was, which I had a feeling she would be :)

From there we went to the recovery room where I breastfed both babies and was in awe that I now I have three kids. THREE!

So there ya go...I will try to update more about life with twins but right now time is limited. Loving every minute though.