Gee, I wonder where she gets those baby blue eyes from?

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a portrait of my daughter once a week, every week in 2014


17/52 : roll over

For weeks Paisley has been trying to roll over. Every time she rolls to her side I cheer her on hoping that she would roll all the way over. I’ve been hoping she wouldn’t roll over while she was being watched by someone else. I wanted to be able to see it happen for the first time.

I was also hoping that Chris would be home when it happened. He travelled for work the last 2 weeks, so I was a little worried that he wouldn’t be home to see her reach this big milestone.

On Sunday afternoon we were just hanging out at my Moms; we spread a big blanket out on the floor and let Paisley & Liam “play.” Playing mostly involves Liam rolling over to wherever Paisley, then he proceed to poke her eyes, or pull her hair.. but even with the eye poking & hair pulling it’s fun to see them together. It will be so much fun to watch them grow up together.

a portrait of my daughter once a week, every week in 2014.
18 weeks old


“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

I sure hope they blue eyes stay blue. Her Daddy has blue eyes, so maybe ….

At 12 weeks old Paisley is starting to become a little more active. She likes to play on her Piano mat while Mommy works. She also likes watching Baby Einstein, judge away, she loves it. She “talks” to the TV, and kicks her arms & legs around. Obviously at the tender age of 12 weeks I don’t leave her in front of the TV for long, but I do leave her there long enough for me to unload & reload the dishwasher.

Sometimes we lay and bed and play peek-a-boo or blow kisses. She’s starting to blow raspberries, and smile when we talk to her.

I never intended on doing any weekly/monthly updates, so maybe I’ll use these weekly posts to talk about what she’s up to lately. (Not every week, but on occasion.)


“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

9 weeks old

This week’s picture is of Paisley & her slightly older cousin, Liam.
Paisley & Liam are 7 weeks apart, and they are going to be the best of friends!
First we have to sell our house, and move closer to our family so they can see each other on a regular basis, but after that, they are going to play together all the time!

I hope.

It is so fun to watch her grow and discover new things. She seems to have discovered her hands lately, those babies are always in her mouth; and she is always waving them around.
I’m not planning on doing a month to month update on her, or these letters that seem to have plagued the internetz.




“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

Paisley celebrated her first Valentine’s Day this week with a cute onesie from the Etsy store, LivAndCompanyShop

Paisley is 8 weeks old today! I can’t believe my baby is already 2 months old! Some days she looks like such a big girl, and other times she is just my little tiny baby.

She is weighing in somewhere around 11lb 12oz; we go for her “official” 2 month check up next week.
It is still crazy to me that we have a baby. A BABY!
Some days I look at her, and I can’t believe she’s ours. I think, “when is this baby going home?”
Not because I want her to leave, but because, WE HAVE A BABY?
It just blows my mind.


I’m a little late posting this picture.. I completely forgot..again
This week has been another whirlwind of a week. We had several doctors appointments, then Chris went back to work. Paisley discovered her lungs, and she no longer thinks it’s a good idea to go back to sleep after she eats in the middle of the night. She’d rather stay awake and stare at me.
it’s been an interesting week.

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”


Even with all the chaos of last week, we were able to snap a few pictures of Paisley on her ONE MONTH birthday! I can’t believe my baby is already one month old!

Actually, she is 5 weeks old today!


Welcoming Paisley: Our birth story


I swear I will not drag this out into a 12 post series.
Here is the short story:

My water broke at 10:10pm on 12/21
Admitted to L&D around 11:45pm on 12/21
Epidural at 3am on 12/22
Start pushing at 9:15am on 12/22
Paisley is born at 11:25am on 12/22

right before we left for the hospital

The longer version: On Saturday night I was getting ready to go to bed, and wanted Chris to rub my back. I had went out to the living room to ask him when my water broke. I just started laughing, I mean really cracking up. Chris says that I said, “what the hell?” then started laughing. I remember saying “either I just peed myself, or my water broke.” It was such a strange, strange feeling.

After we decided it was my water, I called the OB to see what I needed to do next. {They gave me instructions at my last appointment, but I was so nervous I totally forgot everything they said I needed to do}. The OB recommended we head to L&D so they could check if it actually was my water. We ran around gathering up the rest of our stuff and headed to the hospital.

I can’t even begin to describe how incredibly nervous I was feeling. I had been waiting for this moment, and now it was here.. We were going to come home with a baby; it’s just such a crazy feeling.

I had a few strongish contractions on the way to the hospital, but it was nothing like what you see on TV; or maybe my pain tolerance is higher than I thought?

I also hadn’t had any real contractions at this point of my pregnancy. I had braxton hicks contractions off & on all day on Saturday, but nothing that would make me think, “Oh, this baby is coming soon.” I was pretty much convinced that she was going to wait until her due date (1/2/2014) or after to maker her appearance.

I’ll skip the boring details between when I was being admitted and when I got my epidural. Nothing very exciting happened. I had some strong contractions; Chris rubbed my back while I breathed through each contraction. I never had any intention of having a natural birth, but I also didn’t want to get my epidural done too early. I’ve heard/read that the epidural can slow down progress. I had no desire to drag this birth thing out any longer than necessary.

I am OBVIOUSLY NOT one of those women that looks AWESOME during labor.

Sometime around 3am my L&D Nurse came in and said that the anesthesiologist was doing another epidural, and now would be a good time to get mine done since he was at the hospital. Again, I was nervous because I didn’t want to stall labor, but I didn’t want to progress so far that I couldn’t get one at all. I decided now or never, and went ahead and got it. Getting the epidural was a fairly easy process; Chris got a little woozy when the Anesthesiologist started asking me if I heard any ringing in my ear, if I had any tingling, or if I had a weird taste in my mouth. Chris said it freaked him out that the Dr. was so close to my spine.

Everything I’ve read/heard says you should try and get some sleep after an epidural (if you have one). Listen, I don’t know who these people are that can sleep right before they are about to give birth, but I’m not one of them. My adrenaline was pumping at super duper speed, my anxiety was through the roof, and resting was out of the question. Obviously with an epidural I couldn’t do anything but lay in the bed, but sleep was not had.

Sometime around 9:10 my nurse (who I LOVED, btw) came in, checked me, and said it was time to start pushing.

Let me tell you, pushing is NOTHING like what I thought. I gave VERY LITTLE thought to labor during my actual pregnancy. It scared me. The actual delivery part was horrifying to me, and thinking about it gave me major anxiety. So, I just chose to ignore the fact that I would have to push out a kid. Good idea, bad idea? I still don’t know. I don’t really know if there is anything you can do or read that could prepare you for what your body is about to go through.

I think my experience was somewhat abnormal, based on what friends/family/message boards have told me. The pain was incredible. I won’t even lie. It was so intense, and nothing like I’ve ever experienced. I don’t claim to have a high pain threshold, but this was just un-frickin-believable.

The anesthesiologist told me that the epidural would do nothing for the pain of pushing out a baby.. I’m not sure why this is, because I’ve had people tell me that they only felt pressure, not pain. Well, I’m here to tell you that I felt raw pain. I was also told that once she was out the pain would go away.. I’m here to call FALSE on that little rumor. Nope.

They put her on my chest immediately, which was so amazing – but OMG I was still in horrific pain. I was shaking, and practically screaming. Yeah ya’ll, straight up screaming happened. It was a scene out of a movie up in my delivery room.







I held Paisley for a pretty long time while the Dr. & nurses do what they do..

Eventually they took her so they could do her measurements:
7lbs 10.5oz
20” long

Whew. She was a lot bigger than what I was envisioning. All 3 of my sisters kids were less than 7lbs.. I somehow thought this mean Paisley would be that small. Wrong again.

Paisley had a fever at birth, so we had to stay in the hospital an extra day to make sure her 48hr blood cultures came back negative. We also needed to stay so that I could be seen by a neurologist and figure out what was going on with my right foot.

On Monday night the neuro ordered a MRI.. apparently I’m claustrophobic. I made it into the machine, but the tech had to pull me out to do something, and I had a melt down when my head made it out of the tube. I told him I couldn’t do it. He took me back to my room where I proceeded to cry some more. What a mess.

Tuesday morning my nurse gave me some xanax (my first time with the xanax) and I went back to radiology to try the MRI again. This tech was a million times more gentle with me, and put me into the tube feet first vs. head first .. that made all the difference. I survived the MRI just fine the 2nd time around. Thank you, xanax.

After my results came back normal, and Paisley’s blood cultures came back normal, we were discharged to go home. I was a little nervous about taking our brand new baby home – I mean, I had no idea what to do. There are no nurses at home to help figure things out. Whew. Scary.

We’ve been home for a week now, and we’ve managed to keep her in one piece. We’re battling jaundice & a cold, both of which have been kind of nerve wracking, but we are surviving.

I’m going to turn into a neurotic nut job. Kids are scary, yo.

Kudos to you if you made it this far. I will pay you in cute pictures…. you’re welcome.

Paisley Collage