Luke's Newborn Session

We had a newborn session with Baby Love Photos . It was so great and I am so pleased with the pictures. I just want him to stay small like this until I am tired of this tiny stage.






Although last night was one of the worst nights of my Motherhood years. Luke was in pain and crying almost non stop from 10 to 2:30. I could only comfort him for minutes at a time and then he would scrunch up in major pain. There was nothing I could do. I broke down several times sobbing and at my witt's end. There is nothing worse than having no remedy or control over your babies pain combined with being completely exhausted. Hubbsters finally came out and just held me while Luke and I cried. He gave Luke a blessing then gave me one. He took look from me and I stepped away from the situation for a little bit. The crying continued, then it stopped and when I came out to check on them Luke was asleep on the couch with just Adam's hand under his head. We left him just like he was and went to bed praying we would get a little sleep before he woke up. He gave me 3 hours. They were the best 3 hours of sleep ever!! I was able to get him to sleep after feeding him and we slept until 7:30 when the kids came in. All I can say is thank goodness for Heavenly Father and a worthy husband that holds the priesthood and cares for his family.

Siblings

So a lot of people have asked how Katie and Kevin are handling having a new little baby around. I thought I would share a few pictures to with you.
Katie has been so good with him. She loves "baby uke" and tries to be helpful by shoving his binkey into his mouth even if he is sleeping. She will come up frequently and say "aw, cute baby Uke" and give him kisses. She is not at all jealous of him and feels like a big girl. She has acted out a little bit at bed time where she gets out a couple times but compared to a lot of 2 year olds it is pretty mild.

Kevin, surprisingly has been a little more reserved with his "loves" toward Mr. Luke. He talks to me all the time about how babies work and what Luke can do now and what he will be able to do as he grows. He does get shy about holding him though. I think he has a little bit of Daddy's syndrome where he thinks the baby is so fragile that he might break him.

I too am enjoying my cute little man. It is funny how I naturally come up with some kind of nickname for all of my kids. Every time I talk to Luke I call him Mister. When he is sad I say "it's okay mister" when he is so cute I call him my cute little mister. I love this little mister, he is so freakin' cute!! A cute little MISTER!!!

Little Luke

Our New Addition

Luke Harley Endsley was born yesterday at 10:07 p.m. He is so wonderful. I can't keep my eyes off him and I just want to hold him all the time. He smells so great and so far only cries when he is hungry. He might be our calmest baby yet. He only cried for a little bit when he was born and then calmed down so fast.
So here is his birth story, sorry if it is long.
Luke was due on Saturday the 10th of March, but since I don't normally go into labor on my own we just planned on being induced.
Because of family trips on my Mom,Tiersa and Collette's part, we planned the induction on the 13th at 7:30 in the morning.
I must admit that I was not loving the pregnancy by that last week, but still was able to walk mostly without waddling and do some necassary preperations for his arrival. I looked forward to the day when we would get to hold our little guy and see what features he had and who he resembled. I planned it that way for good reason though, I needed my Mommy there.
So my Mom came into town on Monday night the day before the induction and we got all prepared for going to the hospital the next morning. I set my alarm for 6 in the morning just to make sure we would be to the hospital on time, and right before it went off my phone rang. It was the hospital. The dreaded call had come... they did not have room for me because too many women had come in the night before and they were slammed. I could not hide my disappointment, I was so sad. I had planned the whole thing out to have this baby by the afternoon and now I didn't even know if we were going to have a baby that day. I got up and went about our normal routine, but was so dejected and down. I had a Doctors appointment at 9:20 just in case they didn't get me in to start my induction, so Adam and I got ready for that. At this point I felt like they were not going to call me until late that day if at all. Adam convinced me to call them and just see what they could tell me about when I might get to go in. They had good news. They would probably be calling soon and they told me to expect to go in that day. OH THANK GOODNESS is what I was thinking.
We went to the doctor, Adam got to meet Dr. Huish for the first time and we found out that I hadn't progressed much since my last visit.
When we got home Tiersa and the girls were there and we talked for a little. I broke down and cried because I was so frustrated and felt like the baby was never going to come out. Adam and I were both wishing at this point that we were back in Cedar City with a small hospital that doesn't have so many people randomly having babies.
As we were talking my phone rang. It was the hospital and they said if I could be there within the next hour they would like to start my induction. I could have cried. I was so relieved and yet anxious because I didn't want anyone to get there ahead of me and take my spot.
We took some family pictures and then were on our way

I was hungry and knew I wouldn't be able to eat once I got to the hospital so I stopped at Subway and grabbed a sandwich. (There was a group ahead of me ordering 7 different sandwiches and it was the LONGEST 10 minutes of my life to wait for them)
We got to the hospital and checked in at 11:00.

My nurse's name was Missy and she had a student shadowing her. Because of this everything took a little longer. The student tried my IV (with my permission, which I wish I hadn't consented to). She blew my vein so the other nurse took over.
We had to do an antibiotic because I was Group B Strep Positive, which can hurt the baby, so I knew going into it that we wouldn't be able to have my water broken until at least 4 hours after the anti biotic was started. My labors really progress once my water is gone so I was really frustrated when 5 o'clock came around and I could have the Dr. break my water but he wasn't there yet to do it. Then six came around and I was STARVING, but there was no sign of Dr. Huish. I thought for sure I would have had the baby by 7 that night instead he didn't even show up until 8, which meant there was a shift change and my wonderful nurse left. Those 3 hours that I had to wait from when I could have my water broken and when he finally showed up were THE LONGEST 3 HOURS OF MY LIFE. I did however get to sleep a little and that helped pass the time.
When he showed up around 8 I knew it would be quick after that. I rested a little bit more and around 9 I felt some pressure

Our Kiddos

Kevin and Katie are playing house around me right now and are bringing me all sorts of food to eat. They are calling each other honey and playing so sweetly together. I love them so much. We had an adventurous morning. Within the first 15 minutes of being awake Kevin cried 4 times, and was sent to his room for pulling a fit about a banana and the color of cup he was given. Sometimes he is really emotional and I don't really know how to deal with him. I mean he full on had a melt down about how big his banana was compared to Katie's.
Now they are both over by the baby swing "fixing" it. Kevin has these little play toys and he is laying under the swing with his hammer and drill. Katie has her baby doll in the swing and is pretending to be the Mom.
Last night Katie kept getting out of bed and we were trying everything to get her to get back in without going up there and physically putting her in there (which is what she secretly wanted). Finally I told her if she didn't get back in bed she would have to stand in the garage in time out. She said "Okay, stand in garage" and started heading downstairs. She was perfectly happy to stand in time out rather than go to bed. When Adam went to get her out after 5 minutes or so, she said "No, I not listening" cuz she wanted to stay out there. Then Adam told her that she would have to stand outside in the back without the light on, and her reply was "Okay, get flashlight, kay". Then after we got her in bed she got out again and I let her know that if she was not willing to stay in her big bed that she would not be able to sleep in it anymore, she would have to sleep in the pack and play, so she cried and said "I want pack and play" like 10 times. FINALLY the last thing that we tried worked. I said we would have to lock the door. She said "no lock a door". I thought we were done with her antics for the night but 2 minutes later she cried again and came out saying she had to throw up (Kevin had thrown up the night before so it wasn't all too unlikely, except she said it so matter of factly like "I need throw up, kay". She wasn't sick at all.) I ended up having to lock the door on her unfortunately but only to prove a point for a second which resulted in her crying and gagging like she really had thrown up, but when I opened the door there was no throw up just a little 2 1/2 year old who was trying everything she could to stay up a little longer. She did finally go to bed once she realized I really would have kept the door locked. Silly girl. Also... I must add that I am just a little bit worried if she is this good at exhausting all her options now, imagine the teenage years... we are in for it.