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Evelyn’s Birth Story

"You two definitely seem like 2nd time parents." "You are very calm right now." "She is very strong and brave, Justin." "Your body was made for birthing babies." "That was a fast delivery." ............................. These are all things I heard from nurses and doctors during Evelyn's birth. I am so grateful for the opportunity to go into labor on my own, as well as having such a smooth, quick, relatively painless labor (yeah for epidurals!). Read about it here!

Mother’s intuition is a strange thing. Although Evelyn’s due date was January 2nd, and we had a scheduled induction on the 29th of December, I had a feeling she would come the week before Christmas. And I was correct.

All that week, I had a ton of Braxton Hicks and cramps. But, showers and changing positions always stopped them. On Wednesdy, December 21st, I had my last OB/GYN appointment and was told I was dilated 3 centimeters and 30% effaced. My OB joked about not going into labor over Christmas weekend as she wouldn’t be there. I said, “Don’t worry. I don’t want a Christmas baby at all.”

Thursday was Justin’s first day off work for Christmas break. So, I took the laptop and went to a Starbucks to try to finish all blogging and virtual assisting/free lancing for the month. Then, I went to Target to get stocking stuffers and ingredients for Christmas dinner. At home, I cleaned the house. I was feeling very good that day. However, as we were putting Rhys to bed at 8 pm, I started to get a little uncomfortable with cramps. But, they started to become somewhat consistent. So, I warned Justin and started timing. I hopped in the shower and packed last minute items in our hospital bags. I had a few snacks, and tried changing my positions a few times. Around 10:30. I finally called my doctor and she said to go ahead to the hospital.

We woke Rhys up, packed up the pack-n-play, and walked over to our neighbor’s house to drop him off. On the way to the hospital, we called mom–she was planning on flying in for the induction on the 29th, but she switched her flight for early the next day.

We got to the hospital around 11:30pm and they put us in an observation room. Justin had Pokemon Go up to pass the time, and an Eevee appeared on my stomach! It was such a sweet coincidence! After they determined that I was in fact no dilated to 5 cm and 50% effaced and having consistent contractions, they sent us to a delivery room.

After an hour or so, I had some very painful contractions almost a minute apart…more painful than I had with Rhys, so we asked for the epidural. I was checked first and at 7 cm and 80% with very fast contractions. They rushed out to get the epidural and there was a part of me that was afraid that I wouldn’t get it in time. There were a lot of scheduled inductions that night because no one really wants a baby born on Christmas Eve or Day and they had priority over a natural labor. I turned to Justin in the middle of the worst contraction I ever had in tears and fear telling him I couldn’t do a natural labor–I was too scared. Thankfully, the epidural came right away.

With Rhys’s birth, the epidural was actually the most painful part, so I gathered up all my courage. But, I guess this anesthesiologist was just better because it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first time. I couldn’t feel my contractions, nor my legs, but I could still lift them…I didn’t have nearly as much epidural as Rhys’s birth.

Around 4:45 AM or so, I had some huge pressure and felt the need to push. The nurse came in, saw that I was 9 cm and that my water still hadn’t broke, but Evelyn was definitely dropping. So, she grabbed the doctor. They broke my water, and immediately, I started pushing. After three sets of contractions, Evelyn was born. It was a faster, easier labor than Rhys’s all the way around.

Evelyn had pooped before being born, so before they could let us do skin-to-skin, they had to make sure she didn’t have any poop in her lungs. Then, they did the routine tests. Listening to her cry and seeing her wiggle around made my heart explode. I finally had a daughter. She was here, in my arms, not just a thought or a bump in my belly. She was really her and she was really mine.

Skin to skin with Evelyn was perfection. After a few minutes, she started really rooting, so I nursed her. She had a much better, natural latch than Rhys did, but it still hurt like crazy (as it would the entire week).

I recovered from the epidural a whole lot quicker than I did with Rhys, and I didn’t feel nearly as tired or in pain as I did with Rhys. For that, and for the whole quick and easy labor, I am extremely grateful.

My mom landed in Texas around 10AM, grabbed Rhys from his sitter (he had slept wonderfully and behaved well for them), and came over. Rhys was more interested in the hospital room equipment than he was Evelyn. Mom gushed with her.

Evelyn did have a little trouble adjusting to life–she lost 7% of her birth weight while in the hospital (the danger zone is 10%) and failed a regulating body temperature/heart test once, but passed both the second time. Thankfully, we were able to go home Christmas Eve and spend Christmas as a family of four (plus my mom).

I feel so full of happiness, gratitude, and peace. I have a wonderful husband, a brilliant son, and an adorable daughter. I feel complete.

Tayler from The Morrell Tale.com

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Happy 1st Birthday, Rhys!

Dear Rhys Michael,

Baby boy, I cannot fathom that you are already one year old. It is hard for me to even write words to describe the joy and love I feel for you right now, today. This past year has been one of the hardest, most stressful years of my life. However, it has also been the happiest, most peaceful year of my life. You are absolutely perfect and everything I could have imagined. Although I have helped you learn many things in this short year, you have already helped teach me many things. I am working on not letting my motherhood paranoia instinct get control of me, but I am thankful for it because I feel that it binds us together. I realize more and more everyday how important it is to smile and remind myself to be patient. My mothering philosophy has changed numerous times throughout the year, but that is because I want to do what is best for you.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Rhys. I want to give you the world. I want you to explore, as you do. I feel that exploration, curiosity, and imagination are the most important traits to have to be successful in life, and I can already see them burgeoning in your small body. Your bright blue eyes take everything in. The turning cogs in your mind are very visible. I cannot believe how brilliantly smart you are and how you quickly you catch on to things. I love watching you learn and grow.

You have become quite the perfect mixture of rowdy boy and gentle son. One minute you’d be crawling up the couch and trying to tackle me, and the next, you’re giving me kisses and cuddling your stuffed animals. I can’t wait to begin teaching you (starting today) about Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Gospel. You are already showing true love, and I want to guide you down that straight and narrow path.

Rhys, you are such a handsome boy. You have so much of your father in you, and that makes me love you even more. Your father is the love of my life, my soul mate, and knowing that you are his, makes me admire him even more. You have the same facial expressions in him, and that makes me hope you will become like him. I love seeing how happy you are in the mornings when you get to see Daddy before he goes to work, and how excited you get when he comes home, running to go hug him.

You are the apple of my eye. Lehi, a prophet from the Book of Mormon said that “Men are, that they might have joy.” You are my joy. I love you so much, Rhys Michael.

Love,
Momma

Weight: 20.4 pounds
Height: 29.5 inches

Eating and Teething
You have 4 bottles of 5-7 ounces and eat 3 meals plus a snack every day. For the most part, you eat table food, but sometimes, we supplement with babyfood if we’re on the run, or you spit out the table food. You love it when Momma puts some food on a fork and then you put it in your mouth, and when Momma helps you use the utensils yourself.

Your favorite foods:
– strawberries
– cheese
– Kix
– chicken
– peas
– mandarin oranges

You have 4 teeth: two top front and two bottom front. You’ve been acting like you are on another bout of teething, but we can’t feel or see any evidence.

Sleeping
If you wake up between 4-6 AM, we’ll let you try to self-soothe for 15-20 minutes, and if you don’t, we’ll give you a full bottle in your crib and you’ll drink most of it before falling back asleep. We don’t let you out of your crib until 6:30 AM, and you are typically pretty good with that, although Momma prefers it if you sleep until at least 7 AM, which you do about half the time. You take 2 solid naps, although in the past month, you have had three 3-hour naps! In addition, you’ve skipped at least one nap about 2-4 times. We put you to at about 7:30 with very minimal rocking. Sometimes, you’ll have to sooth yourself to sleep for about 15-20 minutes, but you always turn on your music machine to help you. You sleep through the night.

Relationship and Socializing
You love cuddling, chasing, wrestling, and playing with Momma and Daddy. You love seeing Daddy in the morning, and run to him when he gets home from work. You have started being a little too aggressively friendly with your friends at church, as well as other toddlers you meet. You want to play with them so badly, that you’ll grab their shirts or hair, and try to tackle them. Most kids don’t like this. We’re trying to teach you not only to be soft to animals, but other kids as well. As for other adults, or big groups, you are a little shy in the beginning (like Momma), but after a while, you’ll be jabbering with everyone.

Milestones:
Talking and Communicating
You can say, “hi,” “nana” (food, but specifically banana), “nom nom” (yummy). You also have a very specific whiny grunt that means, “help”. You can point (for the most part). You understand most of what we are saying or asking, and about half the time, you do as we ask. You also have a very specific, loud squeal when you are excited and wanting to play hard or wrestle. Another very specific, but softer squeal is for when you have your stuffed animals and you cuddle them. “Dadadada” is your favorite sound to make.

Mobility
You are just about running now and love chasing things. You realize when there is a step, or ledge, you need to stop, get down, turn around, and go down backwards. You also like to take “big steps” down or up with Momma or Daddy’s help.

Playing and Problem Solving
You prefer to play with Momma and Daddy’s toys than your own: our waterbottles, video game controllers, brooms and swiffers, measuring tapes, bike pumps, the stroller, the bikes, cell phones, etc. Throwing balls and then chasing them is one of your favorite past times, as is playing peekaboo/hide and seek. You understand our different routines for meal times (you know we wash your hands and face, then you help sweep the floor), that bottles mean nap or bedtime, that when Momma gets our shoes, it’s time to go outside. You love trying to figure out how to put different toys in different shaped containers, and trying your hardest to climb or reach or get to places you shouldn’t be, this includes trying to get past barriers like the baby gate or throwing toys to these places as an excuse to go get them.

Personality:
Daddy jokes that you have two modes: “GO GO GO” and “sleep”. It’s pretty true. You are a very active boy, and I love it, even if it does drain me! You are also very demanding (when it comes to help, or sometimes, food) and opinionated.

Likes:
– playing with balls and cars
– going outside and running around
– reading books
– Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood
– pushing the stroller or grocery cart
– wrestling

Dislikes:
– bedtime
– staying still
– being restrained, especially in your car seat. We are going to get you a front facing one and see if that improves your mood in the car.

We love you baby boy…er…I mean, toddler boy!

 

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Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Rhys’s Birth Story

It was both very relieving and yet very nerve-wracking at the same time to know when Rhys would be born. 
Due to my bleeding incident, my OB and perinatologist wanted me induced no later than 39 weeks. They both believed that Rhys would do better out of me than inside. They also warned, as we were discharged after my bleeding, that if I started bleeding again, or my water did break, or had contractions 5 minutes apart for an hour, to come back in and they’d induce me right then. Justin thought I’d bleed before then.x`
The past two weeks, I wasn’t allowed to do much. I sat on my butt while my mom and sister took turns visiting me and keeping me company while Justin was at school and work. They wouldn’t let me pack even small things (but I still sneaked a few boxes…I didn’t lift anything, so I felt ok doing it). Then, June 30th, my family came down to help finish packing up the apartment, and on July 1st, my family helped Justin and I pack up and move from Provo to Sandy. My mom had taken all of last week off to help me set up the house before Rhys came. With the exception of curtains and a floor rug for our living room, we finished.
Friday, July 4th, my family came by to visit. I was feeling a little nervous as I was going to be induced the next morning. Dad and Justin gave me a calming priesthood blessing promising I’d have the strength and courage to do what I needed the next day. Then, Justin and I headed down to the hospital to get some gel to “ripen my cervix.” But, as they saw I was dilated 3cm already and 80% effaced, they didn’t feel the need to give me any and sent me home to get a good night’s rest before the next day. Justin and I had Costa Vida (my favorite!) for my last meal and we ate about half a pan of brownies. We played Rummikub and cuddled in bed, again praying I’d be ok both physically and mentally tomorrow.
Bright and early we arrived at the hospital and I was immediately put on an IV and pitocen. Immediately, the contractions started, but I couldn’t feel them (much like when I was bleeding). Soon, it felt like I was on a period with menstrual cramps, but no worse than that. I, again, got nervous, so I called my mom to come down. I wanted the comfort of my husband, but also of my mom (which I didn’t think I’d need or want!). Around noon, I could definitely start to feel the contractions and tried my best to breath through them. I was ready for the epidural.
That was the worst part! Even after reassurances from my friends, and knowing that my husband has had worse–spinal taps!–I was still a bit nervous about the epidural. I knew Justin didn’t want to watch because of his own experiences, but thankfully, he stood right in front of me and was a great support. He put his head down and I rested mine on his. I squeezed both of his hands as he whispered encouraging thoughts to me. I knew he was holding his breath for me as well. And, it was not just a pinch like my friends told me. It hurt! But, as soon as it kicked in and was taped and secured and I lay back down, I felt better. As it continued to progress, my legs felt heavier and then didn’t feel at all! I’d never been that completely numb before! I couldn’t even lift my legs!
A couple more hours passed and I started feeling something down below…some sort of pressure, almost, almost like pain. We called the nurse in and she saw I was 9 cm dilated. She called my OB and had my mom and husband come hold my legs so I could do a few “practice pushes.” I wasn’t nervous about them–I knew I was numb, but would still be able to push! I mean, I’ve always done well on curl-ups, so I just did that same motion. But, after the first few pushes, I began to feel light-headed. So, they put an oxygen mask on me. Wow! That really helped and I was able to do 3-4 pushes per contraction. The doctor soon came in and the nurse switched with my mom who got her camera ready. I pushed more and Justin started smiling–he could see Rhys’s head. Mom suggested the mirror be brought over so I could see–no thank you! All of a sudden, I felt this swift motion through my body and heard crying. Rhys was out!
I had only pushed for about an hour and a half. Rhys was born! And it didn’t really hurt at all. My OB did have to cut a bit of tissue in me to allow Rhys’s head more room, and I did tear just a little bit. But, other than that, according to the doctors, nurses, and Mom, a very easy labor.
When I first saw my son, it didn’t matter what was on him, I wanted to kiss him (but couldn’t because I still had the oxygen mask on). I started smiling and crying, as did Justin. We were so happy and proud to finally be parents. I didn’t know I could feel such pride in something that was only a few minutes old. And to hear that cry, that wonderful cry and see a healthy boy–what peace! He measured normally, which again relieved us. And, as the nurses were observing and cleaning him, he hardly made a peep. We were so proud of our good, brave, strong boy.
The first time I held him skin-to-skin, I immediately felt a bond with Rhys–I knew that he knew and loved and needed me. And, seeing him open his eyes and look directly at me, I can’t even describe the feelings! Justin held him and cried more, too. I felt such love for both of my boys.
I was so happy Justin and my mom (although just in the background) were both there supporting me through the labor. Having both of them there made me brave and unconcerned. I knew that with them, I could do anything I needed to get Rhys out. And I did. And I was fine. Stitched up, thirsty, hungry, and numb, but I was fine.
The rest of my family came in and met Rhys. They instantly fell in love with him. After we visited with them, and I ate, I fed him for the first time. He had some trouble with his latch because his tongue was wagging everywhere–he was actually tongue-tied at birth, but my doctor immediately snipped it. 
We were then moved to the postpartum wing. That first night was hard. I was mentally and physically exhausted and Rhys was still having trouble latching, which caused me a lot of pain. I also freaked out about the postpartum bleeding, because it seemed like a lot (which in reality, it wasn’t). Justin and I were also super nervous about SIDS and didn’t want to both sleep, but we were both just so exhausted, so that first night, we agreed to let Rhys go to the nursery for about 3 hours so we could get some shuteye. 
The second day in the hospital was a bit of the same–a lot of pain from breastfeeding, so the nurse gave be a shield, postpartum pain and bleeding, hardly any sleep, trying to understand Rhys’s different cries and needs. Rhys was also circumcised on the second day and Justin said he would not be going with our second son…
Justin’s brother and his family came to visit us that night. Our sister-in-law is a lactation specialist, so I was very blessed! She and I talked a little bit and she observed me breastfeed and gave me some pointers, and some confidence about the excruciating pain I was having. Thank you Rachel! The second night was a bit better. Rhys and I did a lot of sleeping skin-to-skin.
Monday, we came home as a family. No longer are Justin and I a couple. We three are now a family. And it is very nice to know that. We are just so in love with our precious son and love watching him. 
We’ve survived a full week thus far and can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives with Rhys Michael!

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Introducing…

Welcome to the world, my first-born:
Rhys Michael Morrell
Born: July 5, 2014 at 5:21 PM
Place: Timpanogos Regional Hospital, Orem, Utah
Height: 19 inches
Weight: 7 lbs 4 oz
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red!!! (Well, a dark auburn color, like mine)

 

 

 

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.