2 months!

 

Dear Jack,

What a difference a month makes! You have grown so much this month, both physically and developmentally! You've started growing in true Reeder style, i.e. very quickly, topping out at 14 lbs 9 oz now. You're in the 95th percentile for both height & weight. Thank goodness we received lots of size 6 month summer clothes for you when you were born because you outgrew most of your 3 month clothes weeks ago. You also moved into size 2 diapers this month. Such a big, heavy boy! You pass out smiles like it's your job these days. It's so darn cute! And you coo all the time. You love when people talk to you and try to talk back. And quite possibly the greatest development of the month is that you've started sleeping through the night! (Although I'm afraid that now that I've written it down, I've just jinxed us...) Just this past week you have started skipping your 2 a.m. feed and sleeping until 6-7 a.m. Mommy feels so spoiled! Here's a little taste of what makes you a happy (& not-so-happy) boy these days: 

Favorites:
Smiles - When someone smiles at you, you can't help but smile back. Sometimes, when you're starting to get really crabby, a giant smile from Mommy can turn your mood around.
Brooke - You just love your big sister! She can get you to smile and coo better than most. If you're getting fussy & Mommy has something to finish, I often send Brooke over to talk to you or give you your pacifier. She's quickly learning how to be gentle & calm with you. Even with the 4.5 year age difference, we can see the 2 of you having a very sweet relationship in the future.
The "Mommy Hold" - There isn't really a good way to describe this, but Mommy has a hold that instantly calms you. You curl up into my chest, with your pacifier smashed up against my shirt so it stays in your mouth. Your legs are then scrunched up a bit to help combat gas, and I often hold one of your hands in mine. You spend a good portion of your day in this position, as it's Mommy's fool-proof way to get you to sleep. Others have had some success with the same position, mostly women (a man's chest just isn't as comfy!) But if you're really upset, Mommy holding you in the "Mommy hold" is the perfect combination.
Eating - You just love to eat, not surprising considering you gained 3 lbs this month. You're still eating roughly every 3 hours during the day and (sometimes) once at night. Though you love the comfort of nursing, you do not turn away a bottle. In fact, you've embraced them. You will happily take a bottle from just about anyone, and you don't really care what's inside. You've had several bottles of formula or a formula/breastmilk combo without complaint. This is such a relief to us, as it gives us major flexibility that we never had with your bottle-refusing siblings.
Holding Things - You are happiest when your tiny little fists are grasping something. Though you aren't quite holding toys yet, you love to get your hands on cloth (burp cloths, blankets, etc.) While in the "Mommy hold", if your hand isn't wrapped around a finger, you're usually holding onto Mommy's shirt. And you don't just hold it - you get a death-grip on it, even after you're fast asleep.

Not-so-Favorites:
Getting Dressed - Having to get dressed is your least favorite time of day. Because you're a summer baby, we have to change you out of your pajamas every morning and into a cooler outfit (unlike your siblings who just stayed in their sleepers all day & night because of cold weather.) It's very rare that you stay quiet while we change you.
Taking a Bath - You probably scream the loudest getting in and out of the sink for bath time. You're 50/50 on being in the bath; whether you enjoy it or not just depends on the day. It's a torturous event for you, so you're lucky we only bathe you every 3 days or so.
Wiping your eyes - You have 2 blocked tear ducts, so your eyes produce a lot of goop. Though some days are better than others, we're constantly having to wipe the green goop out of your eyes, & you are not a fan! You especially don't like it when we have to use a warm wash cloth to do it because your eyes get too crusty to open! Sorry, kiddo, this shouldn't last too much longer!

You've had another eventful month. The biggest event was your baptism. You happily slept through most of it, crying just a minute when the water was poured on your head. You were a very sweet boy as you were passed around the party to our family members and friends. Also this month were several more firsts for you, including your first church festival (a big deal in the Midwest), first swim in a pool, & first trip to Don's Creamy Whip :)

We started calling you Jack-Jack (after the mouse in Cinderella) very soon after you were born, and the nickname has stuck. Just like the playful little mice, you are as playful as a 2 month old gets. You are so happy and alert all the time. You are starting to get bored easily, a sign that you're ready for even more stimulation. Time to break out the toys! Mommy is just waiting to hear that first little giggle out of you! We're so excited to see what other milestones you hit next month, too!

We just can't get enough of you, Jack-Jack. Love you tons!

Love,
Mommy & Daddy

Jack, via Instagram.

A certain newborn has taken over my Instagram feed these past 2 months, and I'm not sorry about it. As cute my other 2 are, this precious little guy is just too picture-perfect not to obsess over. And since I haven't had any time to blog about him (because, well, 3 kids), consider this your glimpse into life with Mr. Jack since he was born.

 



My oldest & my youngest. #lovethem

 How we do Friday night around here. #5daysold

 Spending the morning with this guy. Life is pretty awesome right now. #8daysold

 I really need to get up & be productive, but someone is pretty comfy where he is. #babyseatbelt

 Baby's 1st Reds game. #2weeksold

 Belly nap for the win. (I'm right next to him. Relax.)

 They all belong to me. When did that happen? #lovethem

 Up for the day at 4:30 a.m. It's a good thing he's really cute. #lovehim

 Spending the day at Childrens', i.e. the saddest way ever to spend your 6th wedding anniversary.

Baby's face pretty much sums up our week. I'm scared of them too, buddy.

 5 weeks old already. Because time is a jerk.

Well hello there, happy boy. #6weeksold

Big sisters are the best. He already loves her. #7weeksold

 It's really a shame this guy isn't a happy baby... #8weeksold



One Month.

Dear Jack,

Hi there, sweet boy! You've been an official member of this family for a full month now and we can hardly believe it. You just fit right in so perfectly that it's hard to believe you've only been here a short time. You have brought so much joy to all of us, filling a void in our family that we didn't even realize we had. Your brother & sister ADORE you; they really could not be more obsessed with you. They love to help us take care of you! Brooke is really helpful in calming you and giving you a pacifier when Mommy needs a helper. And Joe is constantly asking "What does the baby want?" when you're upset; he really hates to hear you cry! You came into this world a big boy and have continued to grow right on track. You are now 11 lbs 8 oz., but you still seem really little to us! You've grown 2 inches this month, which explains why you're already starting to grow out of your size 3M sleepers! You wore size NB diapers for about 10 days and are now comfortably in size 1's. You sleep all the time and really love it (you get pretty grumpy when you're tired!) You've gotten yourself into a little bit of a routine at night: you eat somewhere between 7:30-9 and then get a nice, long stretch of sleep in before needing to eat again. You've gone as long as 7 hours in between feeds (and then Mommy had to wake you!) Due to illnesses, we haven't been able to test just how much longer you might go, but we're hopeful we can let you sleep through the night soon! Here are just a few of the things you're into at 1 month old:

Favorites:
Pacifiers - You have inherited your siblings' love for a pacifier! While you're not totally dependent on it, it sure does have super powers in calming you down. We've learned never to be too far from one!
Eating - It's no surprise that you're growing so quickly - you love to eat! You eat every 3-4 hours during the day, sometimes sooner on really hungry days. Then you bless us with longer stretches at night. And, confirming that your love for eating is legit, you've very successfully taken 2 3-oz bottles so far! We decided to start introducing a bottle or two a week so you get used to them in case we need them. You didn't hesitate a second to drink from it; you sucked down every drop both times!
Being Swaddled - When you're really fussy and fighting a nap, the quickest way to calm you and get those eyes to shut is to swaddle you up! We bought some lightweight blankets for you since you are our first spring/summer baby, & they are perfect for swaddling nice and tight. Once we get you all bundled up like a burrito, you are happy as a clam! Neither of your siblings liked being swaddled, so we're happy to have yet another way to help comfort you!
Lullabies - Already a musical boy! You are quickly calmed by lullabies. More specifically, you love the lullaby CD we have in the car. It's by Nick Lachey (your Mom may or may not still be clinging onto her teenage boy-band-obsessed days...) and full of sweet songs like Baby Mine & When You Wish Upon A Star. When played on full blast (loud enough for you to hear it over the sound of your own cries), you are easily soothed.
Mommy - This one is pretty obvious, and just as it should be. You are already a mama's boy. Mommy's smell and voice can immediately appease you.

Not-so-Favorites:
Getting Dressed - Changing outfits is complete torture for you. We're fairly certain it has to do with being cold (A/C is on in full force now that the summer heat is picking up!) You get so angry when we change your clothes. Thankfully, we've only had a handful of leaky diapers requiring changes. And you've only peed on yourself a couple of times during diaper changes (for the record, you've peed on Mommy way more than you've peed on Daddy!) We do our best to minimize outfit changes, but we're pretty sure the summer heat is going to dictate extra changes.
Diaper Changes - You kick those feet and flail about those arms with almost every diaper change. Cold air, cold wipes, cold medicines, lots of jostling about as you are wiped - we don't really blame you! You got a yeast infection/diaper rash this month that required extra cream & even more frequent diaper changes, something that made everybody sad.
Riding in the Car - The jury's still out on whether you like this or not. You started out the month really disliking it, causing Mommy to do some serious acrobatics to get into the back to comfort you. But things are slowly getting better, especially thanks to that lullaby CD.

This has been one crazy & eventful month, & you've handled it like a trooper. Every member of our family has been sick at least once. You were patient when we had to care for your siblings, you happily hung with family when Mommy & Daddy were sick, & you somehow managed to make it through your own miserable illness without much complaint. At just 27 days old, you became the first Reeder child to visit the ER and stay the night at the hospital, a title we really wish you didn't hold. You're almost back to your old self, something we are so very, very grateful for.

As if you knew Mommy & Daddy were getting close to our breaking point, you gave us your very first real smiles just before we left the hospital this past weekend. Seeing that sweet grin as you gazed into our eyes was absolutely the greatest anniversary gift we could ever receive. Just knowing that you recognize us and are happy to be in our arms is such a blessing.

You, precious boy, are such a blessing. We love you so, so much already!

Love,
Mommy & Daddy

Hi, Jack.

Ten days ago, we welcomed Jack Alexander Reeder into the world. And these have been the best ten days of this mama's life. Watching this precious boy integrate into our family has been such a joy. He's the sweetest, cuddliest guy and has completely stolen my heart. I forgot how overwhelming the love is in these first few weeks; it's the absolute best feeling!

 

More to come on life with Jack!

Bittersweet ending.

We are in love with these 2 kids we already have. They are the perfect mix of both of their parents: smart, sassy, hilarious, stubborn. The conversations we have with them are mind-blowing. On top of all of it, they're becoming more and more independent every day. They can clear their own spot at the dinner table, take up their laundry & put it away, get their own shoes/pajamas/etc. The independence is amazing!

So when the topic of a 3rd baby came up, we had almost a full year of discussions and debates about whether or not our family was already "complete". After all, we were in a groove with the kids and getting to a point where they needed us for much less. We are happy as a family of 4 & could easily have stayed that way.

People have joked with me/implied that this wasn't planned, as if no one would actually choose to have more than 2 kids, especially since we already have a boy & a girl. We didn't enter into this 3rd pregnancy lightly. This child was very much prayed for, wanted, and planned. We decided it was the best decision for our family and crossed our fingers that we'd be blessed with another sweet little one. Our prayers were answered, and in just a few short days, that little one will become the 5th member of our family. While I can't guarantee anything, I'm pretty sure this child will finally "complete" us.

That being said, I'm fairly confident that these are the last few days I will ever be pregnant. Though I'm definitely wishing away every minute I have left (PLEASE COME OUT SOON, BABY!), this thought is not lost on me. These are the last kicks I will feel, the last moments I'll have feeling a child roll around inside my belly, the last nights I'll lie awake wondering what my child is going to be like. There are so many things I'm going to miss.

I'm going to miss resting my hand on my belly. It's a completely natural thing, something I don't even realize I'm doing most of the time. It's like my way of protecting my child before he's here.
I'm going to miss the outpouring of positive attention that comes with pregnancy. A pregnant belly is one of the few things that garners constant smiles from strangers.
I'm going to miss Expectant Mother parking spots.
I'm going to miss guilt-free eating.
I'm going to miss feeling the baby hiccupping. That's a complete lie; I will most definitely NOT miss that. (Weirdest feeling ever.)
I'm going to miss using my belly as a shelf. Seriously. It holds a bowl of ice cream so your hands don't get cold. It's the perfect place to rest my hand while I paint my nails. Last week, it held my phone to keep Joe entertained while I held his hands during his breathing treatments. It's an incredibly handy thing.
I'm going to miss the excitement and anticipation of expecting a new child. There really is no feeling like it.

Even though I'm incredibly uncomfortable and really, really ready to be done, I know that my pregnant days are numbered. And it's bittersweet. I've been blessed with this three times and I'll be forever grateful.

40 weeks.

Baby Reeder (and Mama!) at 40w0d

How far along?: 40 weeks, 0 days
Total weight gain/loss: I'm big enough. 
Sleep: Still pretty good. The number of times I have to get up to pee seems to have picked up though. And my left hip really hurts by the time I get up for the day.
Movement: Slowing down, but getting even more painful.
Labor Signs: Well, I'm praying that all of this pain I've been in the last 48 hours is the baby dropping. It's been incredibly rough. I'm getting very intense pressure and pains at the bottom of my belly, many of which are making me stop in my tracks. There aren't consistent contractions to go with it, so I know it's not the start of labor or anything.
Food cravings: Sugar. Just all of it.
Gender: I can count on 2 hands how many days are left until we find out!!
New w/pregnancy #3: I've reached my due date and I'm not angry about it. With Brooke, I was so depressed when I got to my due date; I had naively hoped I'd be one of those women that had early babies. Then with Joe, everyone kept saying "Oh, a lot of 2nd babies come early! It might be different this time!" And I believed them. So when 4o weeks rolled around and I wasn't even close, I was so frustrated! This time? Hell, I never expected to have my baby today. That's why the calendar we gave the kids says "Baby Week" for this entire week and why we never told them I was due on Easter. So, with no expectation to actually be holding my baby today, I'm pretty at peace with the extra week. (I think that means I'm growing up.)
What I miss: I miss the early days of this pregnancy when I was always cold. Now that the weather is warming up (which is THE GREATEST THING EVER, by the way), I couldn't possibly be hotter. The A/C is jacked up in our house (b/c we can't open the windows, thanks to some recent allergy issues we're having with the kids) and I'm still roasting.
What I am looking forward to: This is an easy one...having my baby.
Best moment this week: Car seat is installed, hospital bag is (mostly) packed, everything is in place! I'm doing one last giant push of laundry tomorrow, and then both my bag and the kids' bags will be totally ready to go. This is really it, you guys!
Milestones: Today is my due date. We'll go with that one.

Just for kicks, here's a comparison of my bellies at 40 weeks with all 3 kiddos (Brooke's is actually 40w2d on the left, then Joe at 40w0d in the middle, and Rocket on the right from today.) They say black is slimming, but this baby appears to be the big winner!

Perspective with #3.

I've just about completed my 3rd pregnancy. Each pregnancy comes with a whole wave of perspective that can only come with experience. I can only imagine what kind of wisdom my mom had by pregnancy #6. Now that I can see the finish line, I've realized that there are some glaring differences between my first pregnancy and this third one.

Pregnancy #1: I didn't walk around at the end, I floated. Don't get me wrong, I looked like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade float. But I felt like I was on a cloud, all proud of my bump & blissfully unaware of how gigantic I was.
Pregnancy #3: I'm VERY VERY aware of how gigantic I am right now. And I am equally aware of the fact that I am not, in fact, floating around but waddling quite awkwardly as I carry around 40 extra pounds.

Pregnancy #1: I struggled with insomnia the last 2 weeks before my induction. I'd wake up to pee and then my mind would start fantasizing about life with a newborn & I'd be wide awake. I was up for 1-2 hours in the middle of each night, snacking on the couch and playing around on the computer by the light of the Christmas tree. I then napped during the day to make up for the lack of sleep.
Pregnancy #3: I'm sleeping like a champ. Thanks to the little crazies I chase around all day, I am beyond exhausted. I am asleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow. There's no fantasizing; I know that in less than 2 weeks I'm never going to sleep again, so I'm enjoying what I can get now.

Pregnancy #1: I assumed everyone thought I was such an adorable pregnant lady.
Pregnancy #3: I can see the look of pity in your eyes. I see you staring at me as I struggle to walk through the grocery store. And I definitely saw you -Lady at that funeral visitation- look at me, shake your head, and sigh as you passed me. I get that you've never seen anyone look more pregnant, certainly not helped by the fact that my maternity clothes are too small making me look that much bigger.

Pregnancy #1: The night before I was induced, I mentioned to my mom that my belly kept getting super tight and uncomfortable. She explained to me that these were contractions. Completely & blissfully unaware.
Pregnancy #3: For 3 months, I've been having contractions. Three months. Lately, a few have even stopped me in my tracks. Three. Months. Of. Contractions. People.

Pregnancy #1: I pulled a suitcase out of the near-empty closet in the spare bedroom the day I hit 36 weeks. I filled it with everything baby & I would need, including freshly washed newborn sleepers & sanitized pacifiers for both genders. I packed pre-pregnancy shirts and sweats for the ride home. I had snacks and magazines ready and started a list of what we'd need to throw in at the last minute when my water broke and we were rushing out the door to get to the hospital.
Pregnancy #3: I'm thinking about getting the suitcase out of the basement tomorrow. (We used to have empty closets? What the hell is a spare bedroom?) Then I'll have to wait until the next day to fill it because I'll be out of breath from going all the way downstairs to get it. We got a free pacifier in our "You're pregnant!" gift bag from the OB's office, so I'll sanitize that one to take. (Our baby girl can use a lime green pacifier for a night in the hospital, right?) And instead of packing them, I'll set the size 3 month sleepers we bought on my washing machine for one of my family members to come wash overnight while we're in the hospital. No sense in wasting money on a sleeper that might be the wrong gender or size (you know, when this 11-pounder comes out and needs size 6 months from the start.) I'll pack maternity shirts & large drawstring sweats for myself, remembering how sobering it was to put on those pre-pregnancy shirts after my first delivery. (When you still look 6 months pregnant the day after pushing out a 9.5 lb baby, you almost cry.) I won't bother with a last-minute list because I'll have plenty of time to leisurely finish packing the bag next week on the morning of my induction.

Pregnancy #1: I thought I knew exactly what it was going to be like to have a baby & become a mother.
Pregnancy #3: I realize that I knew nothing about what it was going to be like to have a baby & become a mother to my first child. I also realize that I knew nothing about what it'd be like to have 2 children. Likewise, I understand that I know nothing about what it will be like to have 3 children. But I do know what it's like to be a mother. I know what it's like to bring home your fresh-from-the-womb newborn, to pull away from the hospital with that feeling of "I can't believe they just let us leave the hospital with this tiny person." I know how hard those first 72 hours are, when the baby's needs greatly exceed the amount of energy you have yet you somehow manage to make it through. And I know how quickly my heart will burst as I watch my perfect little family become even more perfect.