Sunday, March 10, 2013

Ellie's Birth Story



 The Birth Story of Ellie Madelyn Falgout

I knew that I wanted kids close in age and felt like 2 years apart would be pretty ideal so we were thrilled when we found out that we were pregnant and due the first week of December.  My brother Albert and I are two years apart in age and growing up it was great to always have him as a friend and playmate.  So I knew that was what I wanted for my children

Overall my pregnancy with Ellie felt more difficult than it had when I was pregnant with Payton.  I guess being pregnant and chasing around a 1 1/2 year old wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be.  During my second trimester I started experiencing occasional painful contractions.  Since I had never felt a single contraction until after my water broke and I was placed on Pitocin during my previous pregnancy, this was quite a change for me.  I had one day during my second trimester where I was in so much pain that eventually I went to labor and delivery to be checked out.  Thankfully I wasn’t dilated or showing any other signs of pre-term labor so my OB just assured me that some people have painful contractions off and on throughout their pregnancy.  There was also a concern late in my pregnancy that my platelet levels were dropping and should they drop too low I might not be able to have a spinal during my c-section (meaning they would have to put me under general anesthesia instead).  Thankfully they never dropped low enough to be an issue.  All ultrasounds found Ellie to be healthy except that her kidneys were enlarged.  This is something that is still being monitored with Ellie but thankfully it has not seemed to negatively affect her health. 

At 36 ½ weeks pregnant I had an appointment with my OB who found that I was 3 cm dilated and having fairly regular contractions (though I could barely feel them).  My OB said I would likely have the baby pretty soon but since I wasn’t considered full term yet, that I needed to try to rest and keep the baby in as long as possible.  She told me if I didn’t go into labor before then, that I needed to come back to see her that Friday. 

By Friday morning my contractions had become fairly uncomfortable but not regular.  It felt like I was having bad stomach cramps.  My OB let me know that she would be out of town for a week starting the next day and she was pretty certain I wouldn’t make it further than a few days before having the baby.  She told me to go home and rest and if my labor progressed to go directly to labor and delivery.  I spent the weekend with fairly regular, uncomfortable contractions.  A few times I was nearly convinced I was going into active labor and kept debating if I should go to the hospital or not.  My parents came for the weekend in case I did go into active labor.  I guess all the rest stalled my labor because by Sunday evening my contractions had slowed and become less painful.

I had set up an appointment with a different OB (since my OB was on vacation) for that Tuesday.  That OB told me to time my contractions and if they ever got to be 5 minutes apart for an hour straight, that’s when I should go to labor and delivery. 

Charles had joked all along with me that our baby would probably arrive on Thanksgiving Day, just when we were about to sit down and enjoy our turkey and when the hospital would be running on a skeleton crew.  Early in my pregnancy I didn’t really think this would be the case since Thanksgiving was just over 2 weeks before my due date and I thought I might make it a little further along like I did with Payton.  But once I was in early labor I knew the baby would be coming sooner rather than later. 

Thanksgiving Day arrived and around 9:00 a.m. I started having the same kind of contractions I had had the previous weekend.  They were uncomfortable, somewhat painful and inconsistent.  We figured that if I rested they might go away as they had over the weekend.  As the morning progressed, so did my contractions.  But they were never very consistent.  I might have 3 right in a row and then 20 minutes would go by before the next contraction.  I started timing the contractions using an app on my iPhone and found on average they were occurring 12 minutes apart.  Around 1:00 p.m. I pretty much knew the baby would likely arrive in the next 24 hours.  But since I figured I was still hours away from giving birth, I decided to eat a small lunch.  We also made the decision to go ahead and cook our turkey.  It was a small turkey and would only take 3 hours to cook.  We then informed my mom that we did think there was a chance the baby would make her appearance soon.  She left the Thanksgiving meal that she was preparing for my dad, Kyle, and herself and hopped in her car to make the 4 hour drive to be with us.

Less than an hour later my contractions suddenly became much more close together and extremely painful.  I started timing them at 5 minutes apart and rated them as “extremely painful”.  We made the decision to turn off the oven, with our undercooked turkey left in it, and got Payton up from her nap to head to the hospital.  By the time I got checked into labor and delivery my contractions were about every 4 minutes.  I was checked and found to be 4 cm dilated.  I was told that an OB was being called and also that anesthesia would come and talk to me.  Anesthesia showed up first and asked when I had last eaten.  I told them I had eaten a small lunch at 1 p.m.  They told me that unless the OB deemed it in the better interest of my baby and I, that they would recommend I wait 8 hours after having eaten before having a c-section.  I said, “8 hours?!  Are you kidding!  Can I have an epidural in the meantime?”  They told me I could only have an epidural if I was going to try for a VBAC.  My doctor and I had already discussed the option of me trying for a VBAC and we both agreed that if I tried I would likely have the same results I had the last time—which was laboring for 32 hours and pushing for 3 hours only to not be able to fit the baby past my pelvic bone and the end result being a c-section.  There was no way I wanted to endure all of that again so I told them, “No, I’m not interested in trying for a VBAC.  I’m pretty sure this baby is as big as the last one and she’s not going to fit.”  I was offered narcotic pain killers but I had a really bad experience with them when I was in labor with Payton so I turned them down.  Instead I just suffered through my contractions and I could hear the nurses outside my door discussing how I needed to just be given a c-section sooner rather than later because of the amount of pain I was in.  I prayed when the OB showed up that he would agree with them.  My biggest concern was that Payton was in the room and could see the pain I was in.  During contractions I tried to turn away from her so she couldn’t see my pain and I tried my best not to yell out in pain.  I didn’t want to scare her and in between contractions I reassured her that I was okay.  She would occasionally say to me, “You okay Mama?” and I would tell her, “Yes Baby, I’m okay”.  Thankfully she didn’t seem upset by this and was mostly distracted by other things in the room.

My mom showed a little before 5:00 p.m. and was able to take Payton.  Right after she left the OB showed up and announced they would perform the c-section right then.  I was so relieved and so very thankful.  The timing couldn’t have been more perfect either because if my mom hadn’t gotten there in time, Charles would have had to stay with Payton in the waiting room because she wouldn’t have been allowed in the OR.  Instead he was able to be with me during the birth of our second daughter and Payton was able to go eat McDonalds with her grandmother for their Thanksgiving dinner. 

The c-section went well and Ellie Madelyn Falgout was born on November 22, 2012, at 5:28 p.m.   As soon as I heard my baby start crying, I was so extremely happy.  Charles said when they showed her to me I had the biggest smile on my face.  With Payton I was honestly too exhausted and out of it from medications to feel such immediate joy so this was a different experience.  I saw my baby’s little face and she looked just like her big sister did when she was a newborn.  Then they told me she was 8 pounds 1 ounce and I was surprised she was even bigger than Payton.  I know 8 pounds is an average sized baby but I’m a small person so to me that’s a big baby!  She was also a bit taller than Payton, measuring 19 ¾ inches.  I can’t imagine how big she would have been if she had stayed put the entire 40 weeks instead of being born at 37 weeks, 6 days.

I’m pretty sure my least favorite part of having a baby by c-section is that they take the baby away from you and the baby goes to the nursery while you go to recovery.  When I had Payton at Clear Lake Regional Hospital, they acted like it was a mistake that I had to wait 4 hours in recovery before seeing my baby again.  But, here I was at a different hospital (UTMB) and they told me it was policy that my baby would be kept in the nursery for 4 hours before being given to me.  During this time I was kept in recovery.  Just like with Payton, I had uncontrollable shaking that they told me was due to the morphine they put in my IV during the c-section.  I also was super itchy all over my body which was also from the morphine.  A couple hours after the c-section the numbing from the spinal tap wore off and I started to feel a lot of pain.  By the time they transferred me from recovery to a regular room, I was in intense pain.  I remember when they had to transfer me from the stretcher to the hospital bed and I just screamed in pain. 

I was crying and in so much pain, but then they brought Ellie to me and all the pain just left my mind.  I held her and she was so beautiful.  I put her to my chest to nurse her and she latched on right away and nursed like she’d been doing it for months already and knew exactly what to do.  I was so happy and yet remained in so much pain for days.  In the hospital I couldn’t sleep at all.  I had a problem with dehydration, I got where I couldn’t eat due to a bowel issue, and just like when I had Payton my blood pressure began to spike.  But the main problem was that I was just in so much more pain than I was when I had Payton and the pain killers did little to help.  Ellie, on the other hand, was born extremely healthy and had no problems whatsoever.  Which is the way I would want it!   If one of us has to have problems after the birth, I would much rather it be me than be my baby.

We could have gone home on Saturday, after just two days in the hospital, but I was in so much pain and couldn’t eat solid foods that they talked me into staying an extra night.  However on Sunday I was definitely ready to go home.  Unfortunately they couldn’t get a hold of the OB until later in the day so we didn’t actually get to leave until about 5:00 p.m. 

We arrived home to a house full of family and a meal of chicken noodle soup that my mom had prepared.  I was starving since it has been over 24 hours since I had eaten anything. Payton was so excited to have us home and to have all of our family over while Ellie, being a newborn, pretty much just slept through her “homecoming” celebration.

The next several days (and nights) were pretty miserable.  I was in so much pain that not only could I not lie down, but I couldn’t even recline.  My body would only allow me to sit up straight which caused me to have intense back and chest pains.  And because I couldn’t lie down and was in constant pain, I went days with pretty much no sleep.

Two days after being released from the hospital, Ellie had her first doctor’s appointment.  She wasn’t back up to her birth weight yet but they said she had grown an inch and that she was probably too busy growing to gain weight.  Otherwise everything looked great with her.  No jaundice or anything. 

Before Ellie’s appointment I had checked my blood pressure at home and knew it was too high.  At Ellie’s appointment I asked the nurse if she could take my blood pressure with her manual cuff.  She confirmed it was too high and advised I call my OB.  My OB office told me I needed to go back to the hospital to labor and delivery.  So, just like after I had Payton and ended up back in the hospital, I returned to UTMB.  Thankfully this time around my blood pressure issues didn’t seem to warrant the need for a Magnesium IV so after monitoring my blood pressure for a few hours, they sent me home and had me follow up with my OB the next morning.  My OB prescribed blood pressure medication and thankfully after a couple of weeks my blood pressure returned to normal on its own.

At my doctor’s appointment my OB mentioned that my incision looked like it might be starting to get infected.  Two days later I was again in excruciating pain due to an infection.  It was the weekend so I wasn’t able to see my OB but thankfully my dad was with us and was able to prescribe an antibiotic.  It took the entire full 10 day dose of the antibiotic for my incision to improve but thankfully after those 10 days it was no longer infected.

Ellie was the perfect newborn.  She slept the majority of the time and rarely kept her eyes open for long.  But she also woke up every 2-3 hours around the clock to nurse.  Sometimes it almost seemed like she must have had an alarm clock hidden in her crib because she never missed a nursing session, even in the dark of night.   She was such a good and efficient breast feeder which I was so thankful for because at times it was painful for me to sit in one position to feed her. 
About 2 weeks after Ellie was born I finally was able to lie down in bed.  It was such a relief but I was still in a lot of pain and taking pain medications around the clock.  I couldn’t believe how much more difficult this recovery was than my c-section recovery after having Payton.  About a month after Ellie was born I decided I might just survive after all.  Of course every single time I held her, even in those early painful days, I knew it was all completely worth it. 

My sweet Payton is in love with her baby sister.  She is constantly trying to help take care of her, giving her kisses, talking to her, etc.  She has not acted jealous on even one single occasion and when I tell her I can’t do something because I’m taking care of Ellie, she is understanding of that.  She is always saying sweet things to Ellie (in her cute little toddler voice) like, “Good morning, Sunshine!  You’re awake!” and “Don’t be a sad baby, be a happy baby”.  I definitely hope that the love they have for each other only continues to grow.

I love my sweet girls and could not be happier.  All the pain is such a small price to pay for my beautiful girls and all the love and joy they bring to our family.  


Ellie,

I love you with all of my heart and I am so very happy that I am your mother.  You have brought me such amazing joy from the very moment I lay eyes on you.  You are blessed with the sweetest big sister and I know you will be equally as sweet and loving.  You are so very loved and are an incredible blessing to our family.  You are the little “Sunshine” of our family and you make our world even brighter than it already was.  I thank God every day for you.  I love you very much.

Love,
Your Mommy

Thursday, March 7, 2013

All of 2012 in one blog entry!


Well, it’s been a year since I updated this blog so here’s the summary of 2012.  Through May I had actually recorded events as they took place.   After May I had to just go by what I could remember.  Hopefully 2013 will be full of more up-to-date blog updates though I wouldn’t count on it. ;)

Special Note:  For anyone who has decided to read this horrendously long blog post (or as Charles calls it, a “blovel”), please excuse any grammatical errors, spelling errors, etc.  When I finished typing about the events of the year, the text was 18 pages long, single spaced, in size 11 font.  Therefore I have decided to forgo any form of proofreading so please don’t hold it against me.

New Years 2012

Our year began and ended on the beach, which I think is how it should be for a family that lives on an island.  The first day of 2012 was a sunny, cool, breezy day without a cloud in the sky.  Charles and I put Payton in the little red wagon that my parents gave her for her 1st birthday and headed to the beach.  Payton was still learning to walk at this point and was somewhat unsteady on her feet.  So at the beach she preferred to push the wagon through the packed sand.  Then I took pictures of Charles tossing her into the air which put a huge smile on Payton’s face.



The following day we took our first trip to the Houston Zoo.  I’m not sure how much she enjoyed looking at the animals but she definitely loved pushing her stroller and finding light poles and other various metal poles that she banged on to see what kind of sounds they made (an older girl at the park taught her how to do this).  The highlight of the zoo trip was when something spooked the elephants and they all took off running and trumpeting, kicking up large amounts of dust in the process.  It was pretty intense.



Charles started a new job after the New Year holiday.  He switched companies from a very large company, Flow Serve, to a very small company, Pump Energy.  His former boss from Flow Serve switched to Pump Energy a few years ago and had been trying to get him to join them ever since.  Charles loves his new job.  I can imagine having a boss who is also your friend would be a positive thing.  So now he’s able to play basketball, drive remote control cars, and throw things in the office once again (something HR had put an end to at Flow Serve before he left).

In January Payton and I started attending story time at our local library (Rosenberg Library) and we both loved it.  When we first started going, Payton wouldn’t sit still and wanted to toddle around and look at all the other children and parents.  Then she went through a phase where she wanted to climb up on the chairs over and over again.  But by this past fall, she matured enough to where she will sit in my lap and actually listen to the stories being read.  She especially enjoys singing the songs and trying to do the motions that go with the songs.

In February, Charles’ grandma (who we call “Grandma”) celebrated her 90th birthday.  The family had a big celebration for her in Dallas that we attended.  It was held in the evening and Payton was exhausted but it was still cute to see her play with her second cousin Nate.  


 Also in February we attended many of the Mardi Gras parades with Payton.  She was definitely a fan of the beads and many of the people on the floats would yell, “For the baby!” and throw beads our direction.  We enjoy Mardi Gras because, since many of the parades come down Seawall right in front of our house, we always have friends who live on the mainland come to visit us.  So it’s a great opportunity for us to catch up with friends that we don’t often see.

We had such a mild winter that we were able to get outside and do a lot.  We began an evening routine of taking a walk each night after dinner.  We generally walk out to Seawall, walk a block down Seawall and then back to our house.  While most people take their dogs for walks, our cat Jason (technically he is our neighbor’s cat but we have pretty much adopted him) comes on walks with us each night.  Payton always waits for him, gets concerned if he’s not keeping up with us, calls him, hugs him, and just loves him coming on our walks with us.  It’s pretty funny since most cats don’t go for walks with their owners.

 Thibodaux Visit

The first week of March we drove to Thibodaux, Louisiana to visit Charles’ sister and their families.  This is a trip we have been meaning to take for years but until then it had been very difficult to travel with Payton.  She still wasn’t sleeping real well away from home and still breastfeeding a couple of times a day, but overall traveling with her was getting easier.  We stayed with Charles’ sister Mary and her family and they made us feel right at home.   We took a day trip to New Orleans to site see and met up with the majority of the members of Charles’ Louisiana family for lunch at the Bourbon House.   It was a great visit and we hope to be able to return in the future!






Dixie

Our sad news for the year was the death of our beloved dog Dixie.  In mid-March Dixie started not eating, drinking, or acting like herself.  We took her to the vet who discovered a large cancerous mass in her abdomen.  Our vet, Dr Knupple, put her on a high dose of prednisone that allowed her appetite to return and she lived several more months.  In September we went on vacation and she went downhill during that time.  She died the day after we returned.  It was so hard, especially because Payton had become so close to Dixie.  At first when Payton would ask where Dixie was I just told her she was “sleeping” and I thought Payton would soon forget about Dixie and stop asking.  But she didn’t forget and so I ended up having to explain to her that Dixie went to heaven.  That she is very happy there and that one day we will all go to heaven too and will get to see her again.  It’s been 5 months since Dixie passed away and not a week goes by that Payton doesn’t mention, “Dixie in heaven”.  Our sweet Dixie is gone but certainly not forgotten.  Charles and I love to reminisce about our time with Dixie.  



Dixie came into our lives when we were in college.  I remember when Drew and I went to the Humane Society to pick out a dog and we saw a little rat terrier cowering in her cage, shaking all over.  She had the saddest little look on her face.  Drew chose her to be his dog.  We put her in his truck and suddenly she was the happiest dog alive.  She jumped right up and sat on his center consol.  And when we got her to our house, she made herself right at home--  running around the house, jumping up on all the furniture, sleeping in our beds, and stealing items from our rooms and relocating them to someone else’s room.  She was always full of mischief.  When we’d be studying in rooms across the house from each other, Drew would occasionally stick a note in Dixie’s collar and send her across the house to deliver the note to me.   It usually said something like, “Studying sucks”.  

Before kids when Dixie was our baby.
Dixie started as Drew’s dog but I guess I have a way of stealing pets from people (like the neighbor’s cat Jason) because Dixie and I soon became inseparable.  As a result, Dixie became my presents from Drew for each occasion.  For my birthday he would hand Dixie to me and say, “Happy birthday, Becks”, then Christmas would roll around and again he’d give me Dixie and say, “Merry Christmas, Becks”.  And so, Dixie was the gift that kept on giving.

Payton and Dixie when Payton was 4 months old
 Dixie was so fast in her younger days and when she would escape from the house she would run full speed around the neighborhood.  We would stand there calling for her and she’d just zoom right past us, as if to tease us and make us realize we weren’t going to be able to catch her.
She was also an escape artist and could find her way out of any crate and any fenced in yard.
Dixie died peacefully in her sleep with Charles and I by her side.  She is buried in the pet cemetery on my parent’s land in Central Texas along with other beloved dogs that our family has lost through the years.

The last picture we have of Dixie.  With Payton 22 months old.
Spring Break


The week of spring break my friend Angie, who I’ve known since elementary school, came with her family for a vacation to Galveston.  Angie’s daughter Chloe and Payton were both due to be born on Oct. 22, but Payton ended up being born exactly one week early and Chloe ended up being born exactly one week late.  They were accompanied on their trip to Galveston by her husband Phil along with his brother, sister-in-law, and daughter who were here from Northern Ireland.  Their daughter, Juliette, was born just a few days after Chloe so she too is Payton’s age.  It was so adorable to see the three of them interact and play on the beach.   Payton loves the water but I’d been trying to keep her out of it most of the winter because it was just too cold.  But with the air temperatures warming up, I put her in her cute pink Roxy wetsuit and let her get in.  Chloe too, without even having a wetsuit to wear, loved to play and splash in the water!  This was the beginning of many spring and summer months spent on the beach.

  
St. Patrick’s Day:

For St. Patrick’s Day we spent the morning letting Payton play on the beach and then after her nap in the afternoon we went to the Strand.  It was fun seeing everyone out wearing green for the holiday.  The big news for the day was that Payton let me put her hair up in pig tails for the first time.  Her hair had been long enough for a little while but every time I would try to fix it she would scream and cry like I was torturing her.  This time she allowed it and she looked adorable!  Her hair is now to the point where it’s so long that it is in her eyes constantly if I don’t put it in a ponytail or at least pull it back with a clip.  Unfortunately she still hates having her hair messed with.   Nana, her grandmother, is the only person who she allows to fix her hair without throwing a fit.  The following day we went to St. Patrick’s Church, a really old 1900 survivor church, for their St. Patrick’s Day festival where we ate some delicious homemade enchiladas.  Yes, only in Texas do they serve enchiladas at an Irish festival!  One of the many reasons we love Texas!


 My Birthday: 

The Monday following St. Patrick’s Day was my 31st birthday.  Charles took the day off to spend it with Payton and I.  We started the day by having breakfast at IHOP.  Then while Payton took her nap, I went to the beach to sit and read my Kindell.  It was really windy and I got a bit sand blasted but I still enjoyed it.  For dinner we went to Papa’s Pizza which I never get to have anymore because Payton doesn’t like pizza.  We hoped she would change her mind and eat, but nope, she refused.  What kind of kid doesn’t like pizza?!  So that was my birthday… it was a nice, quiet day.



Nana Visit:

The last week of March, Charles’ mom came to visit and also to do some work on her house.  It was fun seeing her in the evenings and Payton especially always loves to spend time with her “Nana”.  That weekend we took Payton to an Easter egg hunt at the 1st Presbyterian Church.  It was her first ever Easter egg hunt and she did a great job.  They let the 0-3 year olds collect their eggs before the big kids and she collected an entire basket full of them!  



Easter Weekend:

For Easter weekend we went to my parent’s house.  Erin and Hank also flew in from Lubbock where they recently moved.  Unfortunately with Albert’s new job he couldn’t join everyone.  Kyle was also there for a little while but then had to leave to attend a Bachelor party in Shreveport.  Before Kyle left we announced our news of our expectant baby to everyone.  Of course they were all very excited about our news.  The remainder of the weekend Hank and Payton had fun playing with each other.  They were both especially interested in the swing that my dad has hanging from a tree in the backyard and also with a play kitchen set that my mom has in the living room.  We went to my parent’s ranch (which is right by their house) and it was completely covered in bluebonnets so we took lots of pictures of Hank and Payton in the bluebonnets.  Payton also fed apples to my parent’s miniature donkeys and ate a few pieces herself.  She is really an animal lover like I am.  On Easter Sunday we had an Easter egg hunt in my parent’s backyard and both babies did a good job hunting for eggs.  




2nd Illness Ever:

The Wednesday after Easter when I got Payton up in the morning she felt really warm.  I took her temperature under the arm but it didn’t register a fever so I thought she must have just gotten warm in her sleep.  That morning Payton had an appointment with her ENT doctor to check on her tubes.  They took her temperature and then informed me that she was running a low fever.  The tube in her left ear looked good but they couldn’t see the tube in her right ear because of some wax in her “extremely small ear canal”.  They said if the wax is still there at her next checkup in 6 months they will dig it out to check on the tube.  Payton continued to have a fever around 101 throughout the afternoon but seemed to have no other symptoms.  The following day she developed a pretty bad cough, nasal congestion, and acted like she had a sore throat.  That Friday Payton was even worse and I was starting to come down with it too.  Because there were times her cough got really bad, I took her to the doctor who told me it was an upper respiratory infection and to treat it with Muscinex.  By Saturday Payton was starting to feel  better and I was getting worse.  I was so miserable feeling sick from the cold and sick from being pregnant at the same time.  Thankfully I too started to feel better after a couple of days of being sick.  That’s the first illness I’ve had in a very long time and only the second time Payton has ever been sick.  We are usually very healthy which is such a blessing!

18 Month Appointment:

 The Tuesday following our illness, April 17, 2012, Payton had her 18 month doctor’s appointment.  She is 34” tall which is taller than 97% of girls her age and 25 lbs, 3 oz which is heavier than 67% of girls her age.  So percentage-wise that makes her very tall and on the slim side.  At the appointment both the doctor and nurse looked at her chart and made comments like, “Wow, she only needs 1 shot today and then she’s done until age 4?  Not sure how that happened but yaay!”  I wanted to say, “No not yaay you idiots, I didn’t want my child to be given all her shots early and all at the same time!”  But what’s done is done and thankfully she’s handled everything fine.  

 
 Galveston County Fair & Rodeo:
 
In late April, Charles and I took Payton to the Galveston County Fair and Rodeo.  We were met there by our friends Christina and Brian.  Payton absolutely loved the petting zoo.  She even fell chest first into manure and although that kind of bothered me, she didn’t care one bit! 

 Visit from Family:
 
The last week of April we had a large family gathering here in Galveston.  Charles’ mom drove in from Dallas, his sister Debbie flew in from North Carolina, and his sisters Judith and Mary along with Mary’s husband Randy and kids Evan, Evan, and Eric drove in from Louisiana.  Payton loved seeing and entertaining everyone.  She loved having Debbie follow her up and down the stairs at Bea’s beach house, interacting with Evan and Evan, seeing her aunts and uncle, and she always loves spending time with her “Nana”.


 Beaches, Ashlyn Would Go, and Moody Gardens:
 
Once the weather started getting pretty hot, we spent a lot of time in and around the water.  We went for walks to Seawall most every evening and during the day I often put Payton in her red wagon and pulled her to the beach.  At the beach she liked to wade in the water, scoop sand with her shovel, and collect shells in her bucket.  She also had a baby pool in the front yard that she would swim in pretty often.  


We took Payton to what I think was her third surf contest to attend—the Ohana Surf & Skate Longboard contest benefiting the Ashlyn Would Go Foundation.  We always have so much fun attending the Ashlyn events.  The Texas surfing community is just awesome and it’s always good to see friends we haven’t seen in a while.  Maybe next summer we can even start pushing Payton into waves on a board. 


We got season passes to Moody Gardens which includes the Moody Gardens water park “Palm Beach”.  Payton loved going to Palm Beach.  During the first half of the summer the only thing she was really interested in was riding down the water slides in Charles’ lap.  They would go down the slides over and over.   Being pregnant I couldn’t go down the slides so it was nice to be able to just sit back and relax while Payton wore Charles out.  During the second half of the summer the only thing she wanted to do was play on these stationary jet ski toys that have water guns on the front that you can shoot.


With my season pass to Moody Gardens that also gives us the option of going to any of the attractions at Moody Gardens.  Payton favorite exhibit used to be the aquarium pyramid.  She absolutely loved seeing all the fish and especially the penguins.  It’s a large open aquarium so it was okay for me to follow her as she ran around looking at all the fish.  She liked to go from one exhibit to another saying, “More fish, more fish, more fish!” and people would get a kick out of her enthusiasm.   Now she often prefers the rain forest pyramid where she can find free roaming monkeys, birds, and can see the caged snakes and bats.

Weaning:

At about 18 ½ months I nursed Payton for the last time.  It was pretty bitter sweet.  My milk had dried up from being pregnant several weeks prior to weaning her but I had let her continue nursing before nap time and bed time out of habit.  I first dropped the before nap time nursing and it was so easy I was really surprised.  She acted like I had never nursed her at that time.  Then a week later I dropped the before bedtime nursing and the same thing, she had no problem with it.  I’m so glad she handled it so well because otherwise it would have been really hard on me.  I think if I hadn’t gotten pregnant I would have continued to nurse her until the age of 2 but that’s not how things happened.  I think the time was just right for both of us and for that I’m very thankful.  She is such a good baby and I’m thankful I could breastfeed her for over 18 months.  


 Yaga’s Cookoff and La Kings:
 
In May we attended the annual Yaga’s cook off on Pier 21 which benefits a bunch of different children’s charity organizations.  It’s really an awesome event that we’re always excited to attend.  Payton wouldn’t touch the BBQ (this can’t be our child!) but loved the petting zoo.  We let her play at the petting zoo for quite a while but then it was getting close to her naptime and she still hadn’t eaten lunch so we had to go.  When I tried to get her to leave she pulled away from me so I picked her up and she started yelling, “No, no, no!!!” because she wanted to stay with the animals. 
The following day we didn’t have anything going on so we went to La King’s old fashion ice cream/ candy shop on the Strand.  Payton has been several times but I guess we never showed her the mechanical horse that little kids can pay .50 to ride.  She kept petting the horse, kissing the horse, smiling, and squealing with joy.  We thought she would enjoy riding it so we put in the quarters, put her on it, and immediately her joy turned to fear as she started screaming, “Down, down, down!”  After that she wanted nothing to do with the horse….

June:

During the summer months, we attended the weekly Summer Reading program events at Rosenberg Library.   We also got together for several play dates held by our friends in League City.  I’m glad to have kept in touch with my former co-worker Christel who has a daughter, Abigail, that is the same age as Payton and through her I’ve met and become friends with several other ladies who also have littles ones Payton’s age.   We attended play dates at their homes, at the Kemah Boardwalk, and they were able to come here too for a couple of beach play dates and trips to Moody Gardens.  At first Abby and Skyleigh were a little unsure about the waves, sand, and water but Payton soon showed them how much fun it was.  Payton’s other little friend, Lee, is fearless and immediately loved the surf!  I love that Payton has grown up in the surf and so she just jumps right in and has a blast.   


During the summer and fall months Payton and I also spent a lot of time at local parks.  She’d get so excited when we would arrive yelling, “Park play!  I’m excited!”   

Charles and I also took Payton to the Kemah Boardwalk several times where she had fun riding the carousel, the little train that goes around the boardwalk, and playing in the fountain that shoots up out of the ground.

In June Payton and I took a trip to my parent’s house where my sister-in-law Erin and nephew Hank were able to join us.  We stayed a week while, back home, the outside of our house got repainted (a new shade of yellow) and Charles installed a new bathtub in our bathroom and repainted our bathroom (still green).  As always it was a blast seeing Payton and Hank play together.  My parents have these little cars that they sit on and use their feet to push that they played on a lot.  Hank even learned to push Payton on her car and she loved it!  Payton also had fun feeding carrots to my parent’s miniature donkeys.  We love visiting my parents because there is always lots to do and Payton loves spending time with them.


Our house after being painted.
 Also in June we attended a surf contest where I was able to meet one of my favorite pro surfers, Rob Machado and couldn’t pass up the chance to have my picture taken with him. 



Around this time we announced to everyone that we were expecting our second baby.  At 17 weeks my doctor did an ultrasound where she said she was almost positive we were having a boy.  3 weeks later we had our “official ultrasound” with the ultrasound department at UTMB where she told us she was certain we were having a girl.  Feeling uncertain with the conflicting results I scheduled a 3D ultrasound at a privately run ultrasound place (where we had also gone with Payton) and she told me that our baby was 100% a girl.  So, we excitedly started to prepare for the arrival of our second little girl.  Payton was so cute always pointing to my belly saying, “Baby sister” and giving kisses to her baby sister through my belly.


Despite the heat and my being pregnant, we kept very busy last summer and had a lot of fun.

July:

We stayed in town for the 4th of July and had my brother Kyle (who lives here now and is going to school at UTMB) and his friend Keith over for dinner.  After dinner we attended the 4th of July parade that went down Seawall in front of our house.  It was similar to a small Mardi Gras parade with floats and bead throwing.  After the parade we went down to the beach and sat on the jetty to wait for the fireworks to begin.   Payton had fun running around on the beach and then was quite amazed by the fireworks.  I love sitting on the jetty watching the fireworks be shot off over the Gulf of Mexico.  It is times like that when I realize how blessed we are to live here.


In early July we traveled to Dallas to attend Charles’ aunt and uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary party.  Charles’ sister Debbie was able to make it from Charlotte, NC, and Payton got to spend a little time with her second cousin Nate as well as with her Nana and other family members.


Later in July my parents, Erin, and Hank were able to come visit us in Galveston for a weekend.  We spent some time on the beach, on the Strand, and went out to eat several times.  Hank wasn’t so sure about going in the water at the beach but he and Payton enjoyed collecting shells and digging in the sand.  This was the beginning of Payton’s summer long hobby of digging holes in the sand to serve as her own personal little swimming pool.


September

Labor Day weekend, Charles and my anniversary weekend, we took our first true family vacation since Payton has been alive.  We drove to Destin, Florida.  It took us about 12 hours or so to drive there and Payton didn’t close her eyes the entire drive but she did great anyway.  And once we got there she surprised us by sleeping well in her Pack N Play.  We were a little concerned she would be too long for it now but she still just barely fit.  She seemed to finally be at the age where we could say, “You’re sleeping here and Mama and Dada will be in this bed right next to you” so she understood and wasn’t afraid to sleep in a room that wasn’t her own.  The condo, Holiday Surf & Racquet Club, that we stayed at was awesome.  The Gulf was just feet from the condo and we had a great view from our Condo’s balcony.  The pool was nothing special but Payton actually preferred swimming in the pool as opposed to the beach.  I think she’s just so used to the beach and so the pool was something new and fun.  Plus it had stairs into the water that she could walk up and down.  The last day we were there it was rainy and cool, but even though she was shaking from the cold, she didn’t want to leave the pool and when we did she threw a fit.  Despite all that we did and saw, when we got home anytime we would bring up our “Florida vacation” the main thing Payton wanted to talk about were all the bridges we crossed driving to Florida and back.  The things that are impressive to a 2 year old…..!  We had a wonderful vacation.



Later in September, Charles’ sister Debbie was able to come visit for a couple days.  Payton had a blast with her Aunt Debbie and especially enjoyed engaging Debbie in one of her favorite hobbies, building towers with Legos.  Even now, many months later, building with Legos is still one of Payton’s favorite things to do on a daily basis.  Now we build more than towers, we built boats, race cars, bridges, tunnels, etc.


Also in September Aggie football season started and we had fun meeting up with my parents and my brother Kyle for each home game at Kyle Field.  We would generally meet at a restaurant first and then head to the games after eating.  This football season was much easier and more fun with Payton.  She can now eat regular food at the games so I didn’t have to worry about bringing breast milk and baby food for her like last season.  She also was able to handle missing naps a lot better and she enjoyed watching the Aggie band and playing with Lala during the games.  Plus the Aggies had an amazing football season with Johnny “Football” Manziel as quarterback.  It was the Aggies first year in the SEC and they only lost 2 conference games early in the season.  More about Aggie football later in the blog!


October

October was a busy month for us.  Between Aggie football games, fall festivals, and all of Payton’s birthday celebrations, we were always on the go.  I was 8 months pregnant but actually feeling better than I had been feeling the previous month when I’d been experiencing some pretty intense contractions.


 National Night Out was held the first Tuesday in October.  Our neighborhood always has a block party in the street just down the street from our house.  Charles was sick this year but Payton and I enjoyed attending and catching up with some old friends.


  The following night the Ball High homecoming parade went down the street a block from our house.  It’s nice to live so close to everything.  Payton enjoyed watching the parade.  She caught a lollypop during the parade and we decided to let her eat it.  It wouldn’t fit in her mouth and our advice to her was, “Just lick it”.  So she stuck her tongue way out of her mouth to lick the lollypop.  Charles and I just laughed and laughed each time she tried to lick her lollypop.  She was like a little lizard.

Payton’s Birthday 

The weekend before Payton’s birthday we went to my parent’s house to celebrate both her birthday and her cousin Hank’s birthday (both turned 2 about 2 weeks apart).  Albert, Erin, and Hank came from Lubbock and Charles’ mom (Payton’s “Nana”), came from Dallas so we had a big group of family members there to celebrate.  Since both Payton and Hank are really into Sesame Street (Elmo in particular), Erin brought Sesame Street decorations for the party.  Payton wore her Halloween costume for this year which is Abby Cadabby (the fairy from Sesame Street) and we tried to get Hank to wear his Elmo costume but he let us know that he wasn’t interested.  Payton and Hank got lots of new toys for their birthdays which they loved playing with.  Some of Payton’s favorites were the Lego Duplo blocks from Lala and Papa (for the past year building with blocks has been one of her favorite things to do), a wooden rocking horse from Nana, a cupcake kitchen from Uncle Albert & Aunt Erin, a Dora goes potty doll from Grandma, and a Dora memory game from Aunt Debbie.  As you can see, Dora is a favorite of Payton’s right now.  From us she got a Cozy Coupe car, a Dora DVD, and Dora bedding for her new “big girl bed”.



We got back into town Sunday evening and Monday was Payton’s actual birthday.  On her birthday, I hosted a morning play date at League Park in League City and invited some of Payton’s little friends.   I decorated with Dora themed decorations.  The kids played at the park and we ate fruit, crackers, and cupcakes as a snack.  I know Payton had a lot of fun at the park so it was a good birthday for her.  In the evening she opened some more presents and then watched her new Dora DVD.


The day after Payton’s birthday she had her 2 year doctor’s appointment.  She was 36” tall (taller than 95% of girls her age) and weighs 28 pounds (70th%). She had to get a shot and have blood drawn from her finger and she didn’t even cry! The nurse said she was the easiest 2 year old she had ever dealt with. Clearly Payton doesn’t take after me at all!  The blood was drawn to test Payton for lead since when we had our house repainted they had to remove a lot of lead paint (that ended up in the grass where she plays) and because she’s been chewing on Mardi Gras beads (that shouldn’t have lead but might) since she was 3 months old.  Thankfully the test came back negative for lead.

The weekend after Payton’s birthday, we hosted a small birthday tailgate party at A&M before the A&M/LSU football game.   Charles’ sister Debbie, who lives in North Carolina, had a work trip scheduled in Dallas that week so she was able to make it work where she and Charles’ mom could also attend the tailgate party and the game with us.   My parents, my brother Kyle, and friends Lindy, Teresa, Margaret, Jay, Allison, and the Andersons were all able to attend (it’s possible that I forgot someone-  if so I’m sorry it’s been a long time…..)   For the 2nd year in a row, Payton’s birthday weekend game has been a morning game so again it was a breakfast tailgate party.  The hit of the party were the mimosas.


The next day we took Payton to the railroad museum in Galveston.  It was really neat because they have a bunch of different old trains that you can walk around on and walk into.  Payton had a blast.  It definitely reminded me of my grandfather, Deck, who loved old trains.  He was an artists and painted many detailed oil paintings of old trains.  He would have loved this museum.  We will definitely need to go back sometime soon.

Pumpkin Patch

A week after Payton’s birthday we went to the Moody Methodist pumpkin patch to let Payton pick out a pumpkin.  Payton had been talking about pumpkins all month so this was a big deal to her.  Charles took some cute pictures of her in the pumpkin patch.  I had wanted to also attend the Aldersgate Methodist pumpkin patch in Santa Fe, but it just never worked out for us to drive up that directions.  Usually we go on the weekend that they have their Country Fest event but this year is was on an Aggie football game Saturday so we couldn’t make it.


Final Ultrasound

On October 26, 2012, we had our final ultrasound at 34 weeks to check on our baby’s kidneys.  They were still measuring enlarged though closer to the normal range.  We also found out that our baby already weighed 5 lb 15 oz.  I thought this might affect when my doctor would schedule my c-section since my uterus was also measuring ahead of schedule but when I went in for my next doctor’s appointment she said she would still plan on the c-section for the week of my due date or she’d just perform it if I went into labor prior to that date.  I pretty much knew I wasn’t going to make it to the c-section date so I mentally prepared myself to go into labor and have the baby when God wanted her to arrive.   

Big Girl Bed

The next day we converted my nephew Hank’s crib, that my brother/sister-in-law had lent us, into a toddler bed for Payton and moved her crib into our bedroom.  We had given Payton Dora the Explorer bedding for her birthday and she was extremely excited about her new “big girl bed”.  We made it clear to her that the rules of the big girl bed were that she needed to stay in her bed all night.  I was pretty nervous about this change since she had been sleeping so well in her crib.  But with a new baby on the way and knowing that I would be having a c-section and not able to lift her into and out of a crib, this was a necessary change.  Thankfully she slept great in it from day 1 and has never gotten out of bed on her own.  If she needs something she calls for us, just like she did in her crib.  


Seawolf Park

The last weekend in October we took Payton to Seawolf Park in Galveston to tour the USS Stewart battleship and the submarine that are there.  We had taken Payton there before but this time she was old enough to enjoy walking around on the boat and submarine.  But her favorite thing was the small park area that is there.


Halloween

A week before Halloween we dressed Payton up as Abby Cadabby and attended the UTMB Halloween carnival.  It was pretty neat.  The UTMB students set up carnival games for the kids to play and then they give them candy for playing.  Payton was able to play some of the games and seemed to enjoy it.   One of the first cold fronts of the year had just blown through and the wind was pretty chilly. But I had put long sleeves and leggings on Payton under her costume so I don’t think she was cold.
 
A couple days before Halloween, Charles carved Payton’s pumpkin.  I thought Payton might enjoy helping him but she refused to stick her hand in the pumpkin to help pull out the “guts”.  Which is kind of funny because Payton has never minded getting messy before.  She is, in fact, the messiest little kid I know.  Even at 2 years old, she mostly eats using her fingers and manages to get food everywhere in the process.   I still can’t give her a yogurt without her ending up sticking her entire hand in it.  But I guess pumpkin guts is where she draws the line.


The day before Halloween we attended the Moody Methodist Truck Or Treat event.  It was a lot of fun.  A bunch of people decorate the trunks of their cars with Halloween decorations and then the kids walk from car to car to get candy.  Payton learned to say “Trick or Treat” and stick out her pumpkin tote for candy.


On Halloween we walked down our street to the neighborhood block party.  At the block party they have candy to hand out to the kids.  Our street is mostly older people with only a handful of children so the kids that are here really get a lot of attention at events like this.  After that we went home to wait to see if anyone came to our house to Trick or Treat.  Usually we have a few kids stop by….  This year, we had none.  Not a single trick or treater.  It was pretty disappointing and we ended up stuck with a bunch of extra Halloween candy.


November

Aggie Football

Like I said earlier, this Aggie football season was pretty amazing.  This was the first year for A&M to compete in the SEC and going into the season everyone was pretty unsure how we would do.  The SEC is considered the toughest conference right now and the Aggies hadn’t had much success competing in the Big XII in recent years.  But, this was the first year with a new coach, Coach Kevin Sumlin, and a new red shirt freshman quarterback, Johnny Manziel, so as we saw, anything could happen and it sure did!  The Aggies went 6-2 in SEC play, with all 4 of those wins being away games.  The big win came on November 10, 2012, when A&M traveled to play #1 ranked Alabama.  It was such an intense game.  The game was close the entire time although A&M never trailed Bama.  I joked that the game was going to end up sending me into labor and Charles said, “Please wait for the game to be over first or you might be going to the hospital on your own.”  Payton was napping for the first half of the game so Charles and I watched it at home.  At half time we drove to my brother Kyle’s loft, located on Galveston’s downtown Strand, to join my parents who were in town visiting along with Kyle and his friend Keith to watch the rest of the game.  It was the most thrilling thing to be with my family and to watch A&M knock off #1 Alabama in Alabama!  We were all screaming and cheering at the end of the game.  My dad opened the window and yelled out to those walking down the Strand, “A&M just beat Alabama!  Whoop!”   I posted on Facebook, “ Texas A&M knocks off #1 Alabama in Alabama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoop!!!!!!!! Johnny Football for Heisman!!!!!” and my newsfeed was full of similar posts.  After the game we walked over to Fisherman’s Wharf to have dinner and to celebrate.  My dad ordered a bottle of champagne for a toast to the Aggies win over Alabama.  It was really a great night. 
My mom made the comment, “I wish Deck were alive to see this” and I agree.  My grandfather endured entirely too many bad Aggie football teams in recent years.  He would have loved to have seen this football season.  But, I know he was watching from the best seats in the house.  Maybe he even put in a word for the Aggies with the Big Man Upstairs that helped make this season what it was.  I’ll never forget how Deck’s prayers before meals often started off with thanks to the Lord for the meal, for our family, asking for safe travels, and then ended with, “And please Lord let us beat Alabama! Amen.” 

Johnny “Football” Manziel went on to win the Heisman.  It was such a proud moment for all Aggies everywhere when Johnny ended his Heisman speech with:
“I believe the 12th Man is one of the greatest traditions in all of college football. Fourteen thousand students standing not as fans, but as members of our team. To the 12th Man, Texas A&M, Kerrville, Texas and Aggies everywhere, this Heisman Trophy's for you. Gig 'em.”



I don’t cry very often for things like this but I will admit to shedding a tear when Johnny won the Heisman.  I haven’t lived through as many lousy Aggie football seasons as Deck had but I’ve lived through enough and I can honestly say I wasn’t sure I would ever see an Aggie win the Heisman in my lifetime. 

Even Payton knows who Johnny Football is.  Payton isn’t a good eater but one evening she was eating her food and then randomly made the comment, “Like Johnny Football eats!”  We laughed and laughed.

Now expectations are high for next football season.  It’s going to be difficult going to the games with a 2 ½ year old and a 10 month old, but thankfully we have my parents to help with the girls.  For us Aggie football is a family event.

Baby Ellie

I’m going to create a separate blog entry to tell Ellie’s entire birth story so here is the Cliff note version.  A week before Thanksgiving I was having some signs of early labor and at my doctor’s appointment I found out that I was 3 cm dilated and having regular contractions.  I wasn’t yet full term at that point so my doctor told me to go home and rest but that I would likely have the baby soon.  My parents came for the weekend and there were several times when my contractions would pick up and I would think, “This is it” but then they would go away again.

On Thanksgiving Day I started the morning out with some irregular contractions but as the morning progressed so did the intensity and timing of my contractions.  By lunchtime I was pretty convinced that our baby was going to be born before the day was through but I kind of figured it wouldn’t be until later in the evening.  So we went ahead and put the turkey in the oven to cook.  My mom said she’d better start driving to Galveston and I agreed.  Right after we put Payton down for her nap (at 1:00), my contractions suddenly became unbearably painful and I started having one contraction after another.    It was obvious I needed to go to the hospital.  


By the time we got to labor and delivery my contractions were extremely painful and occurring about every 4 minutes.  They asked when I had last eaten and I told them I’d just had lunch to which anesthesiology told me they would like to wait 8 hours from the time I had eaten before doing a c-section unless the OB that had been called disagreed.  I was like, “8 hours?!?!  I can’t wait 8 hours in this kind of pain!  Can I have an epidural?”  to which they told me no, only if I wanted to try for a VBAC could I have an epidural.  Well my OB (who was out of town on a Thanksgiving cruise) and I had already discussed this and decided that if I were to try for a VBAC I would likely have the same results I had with Payton---  32 hours of labor, 3 hours of pushing, followed by a c-section because I’m very small and just not capable of having such large babies naturally.  So, not wanting to go through all of that again just to end up with a c-section anyway I told them, “No, I’m having a c-section”.  

I was screaming in pain and I could hear the nurses in the hallway advocating for me.  Saying, “She is in so much pain, can’t they just get her in for a c-section?”   They also wanted to give me narcotic pain medication but because of the bad reaction I had the last time, I refused to let them give me anything for the pain. Thankfully around 4:30 p.m., right when my mom arrived to take Payton, they told me the OB had arrived and agreed to proceed with the c-section. 

Ellie Madelyn Falgout was born at 5:28 p.m. weighing 8 lbs, 1 oz and measuring 19 ¾ inches.  As soon as I saw her I was instantly in love.  She was so beautiful and my heart was filled with joy.  It was amazing how much she looked like Payton when she was born.


My recovery was very painful and rough.  My blood pressure spiked too high and I ended up with an infection to the incision site.  It wasn’t until a month after I had her that I finally decided that I might just survive the c-section after all.  I am so thankful that I had my mom and mother-in-law here to help during those first painful days home.  I could not have done it without them.  They completely took care of me, both girls, the cooking, and cleaning and were a shoulder to cry on when I just couldn’t take the pain anymore.


Ellie did wonderfully from the beginning.  She was such a good newborn.  She slept most of the time but woke up reliably every 2-3 hours around the clock to breastfeed.   She didn’t cry very often although we quickly found that she liked to be held more than her sister did when she was a newborn.  Payton was always content to just sit somewhere (swing, car seat, bouncer, etc) and observe what was going on.  Ellie, on the other hand, likes to be held and cuddled.  She likes to sleep, eat, and fuss if she is awake and you put her down.  


Doctor’s appointments

 Ellie’s first pediatrician appointment, 2 days after discharge from the hospital, overall went well.  My mom, Payton, Ellie and I went to it.  Ellie wasn’t quite back up to her birth weight yet, weighing 7 lbs 14 oz but they said she had grown an inch in height so they weren’t concerned.  Dr. Hay heard a heart murmur but said it would probably be gone by her 2 week appointment.  I had been having high blood pressure readings at home so I asked the nurse to check my blood pressure.  It was too high so I called Dr. Haver’s office and they told me I needed to go back to the hospital.  I was monitored in the hospital for several hours and then allowed to go home.


The next day I had a follow-up appointment with my OB.  Bea, Ellie, and I went to that appointment.  Dr Haver put me on blood pressure medicine and removed the staples from my incision.  Dr Haver mentioned that my incision looked like it might be starting to get infected and for me to let her know if it got any worse.  That next weekend it did get worse and since it was the weekend I couldn’t go in to see her.  Thankfully my dad arrived and was able to prescribe some antibiotics.  It took the entire 10 days of antibiotics to get rid of the infection but thankfully it did finally take care of the problem.
The first week of December , Charles stayed home from work to help take care of the girls and I since my parents and Bea had all returned home.   Payton was being fussy on Monday morning and Charles made the comment of, “This is going to be the longest week of our lives!”  I laughed and said, “Actually this is a pretty normal week for me…”  


Ellie had an appointment on Wednesday at UTMB hospital to have an ultrasound done on her kidneys.  When I was pregnant with Ellie an early ultrasound showed her kidneys to be enlarged.  They scheduled me for another ultrasound for when I would be 36 weeks along and reassured me that likely by that time her kidneys would be of normal size.  At the 36 week ultrasound they found her kidneys to still be enlarged but again reassured me that by birth they would likely have matured enough to more efficiently process her urine and would likely not be enlarged.  Well, the ultrasound they did on Ellie showed her kidneys to still be enlarged.  They told me the findings would be sent to my pediatrician who would discuss it with us.


The next day Ellie had her 2 week pediatrician appointment.  Dr Hay said he received the ultrasound report showing Ellie’s kidneys to still be enlarged but that at this point he wasn’t concerned about it.  That, again, once her kidneys mature more the problem is likely to correct itself.  So he scheduled Ellie for a follow-up ultrasound to be done when she’s 6 months old.  


Ellie had developed an umbilical granuloma that Dr Hay treated and said if it continued to be oozy that we would need to return to have it retreated.  He also still heard a heart murmur and said that because it was still present we would need to see a pediatric cardiologist to make sure it wasn’t something serious.  He did reassure me that it was likely just the hole in the heart that everyone has at birth and that some people it just takes more time to close up than others.  


Ellie’s umbilical granuloma continued to be a problem so we scheduled an appointment for the following week to be retreated.  My mom returned to help us attend the appointment and help out for a couple of days.  By that time I was starting to get around better on my own so after helping with the doctor’s appointment she returned home.

December Events

The first weekend in December, when my parents were still here, they helped us get a Christmas tree and they helped decorate our house for Christmas.  Payton was excited to help and loved the Christmas tree. 

The second weekend in December Charles took Payton to attend the Rosenberg Library’s Breakfast with Santa event.   Payton had told us the day before that she was, “Scared of Santa” and that proved to be true at the event.  She wouldn’t even walk to the side of the room that Santa was on.  Santa gave her a Dora the Explorer book so she was happy about that and she also got to color a paper plate that the library then sent to a company that made it into an actual plastic plate with her art work on it.


That evening it was very warm so I decided we should take advantage of the warmer temperatures and we should all take a walk through the Moody Garden’s Festival of Lights.  Payton had already been twice —once with my parents and once with Bea and Charles.  She loved the lights and Ellie slept peacefully in her car seat inside of the stroller.  I guess I wasn’t quite ready to walk that much because about ¼ of the way into the trail of lights I was in so much pain.  I ended up making it about halfway through the trail of lights to a point where we could cut through and go back to the parking lot.

The next weekend, December 15, we went to the Strand in the afternoon hoping to get a picture with Santa.  We knew Payton was scared of him but figured he could hold Ellie and Payton could stand next to him.  The past two years we’ve seen Santa at the Strand and it’s always been the real thing, not just some elf with a fake beard.  Well, this year it was an elf who didn’t look very authentic.  This year there was also a sign that said they would take the picture for you (in the past we always just used our camera) and would frame it for $7.  We had to bribe Payton with candy to get her to stand in front of Santa but she did and we had Santa hold Ellie.  After the picture was taken we gave Payton her candy and put Ellie back into her car seat as we waited for them to process the picture.  When they brought the picture to us they apologized because they had cut off all of Payton except basically the top of her head.  We were very disappointed and they probably would have taken a new picture for us but we’d already given Payton her candy and Ellie was already in her car seat so we didn’t want to try again.

Because it was still warm out, that evening I decided to give the Trail of Lights another try.  This time I was able to make it through the entire trail of lights.  I was quite proud of myself.  A funny thing happened while we were walking the trail of lights.  There was a person dressed up as Sponge Bob on the trail of lights and kids were all going up to him to give him hugs and take pictures with him.  Well Payton was running along, looking at all the lights and not paying attention to where she was going.  She almost ran right into Sponge Bob before she looked up and saw him. She immediately got a look of horror on her face and quickly ran the other direction.  For weeks afterwards she talked about Sponge Bob at Moody Gardens.


The weekend before Christmas we attended the Dickinson Trail of Lights.  This trail of lights is located about half an hour from our house but it’s completely worth it because it’s such a neat trail.  It is located in a park and you walk through all kinds of “tunnels” of lights.  Payton loved it and kept pointing and saying, “How about that tunnel?” so then we’d go through whichever tunnel she pointed to.  I wore Ellie in the Moby Wrap and she slept the majority of the time.  It’s amazing how much toddlers change in just a year.  I remember taking Payton to the trail of lights last year and she was just barely walking at that point.  We took video of her unsteadily toddling through the lights and for the most part Charles carried her so she wouldn’t fall.  I don’t think she was talking yet either and now she can say anything and everything.


Christmas

Christmas Eve was very warm here in Galveston.  It was about 80 degrees, sunny with no breeze.  In the morning I dressed the girls in their cute Christmas outfits and we went to the Strand.  Their Christmas outfits were long sleeved and I was wearing long sleeves as well and we were literally sweating.  At Sangerfest Park, on the Strand, they have a large Christmas tree set up and a little Christmas village (made from plywood) that we took pictures of the girls in front of.   A man saw us taking pictures and asked if we wanted him to take a picture of us.  Payton refused to get in the picture so he took a picture just of us with Ellie.  The man had a strong accent and told us he just got off a cruise from Spain, but that he’s from Australia and the weather reminded him of Christmas back home.




That afternoon we changed out of our warm Christmas clothes and into shorts, tank tops, and an onesie for Ellie and took a walk to the beach.  We had taken Ellie on walks along Seawall but this was her first time to actually be on the beach.   Charles chased Payton on the beach, we looked for seashells, and just enjoyed the fresh air.  This was definitely my kind of Christmas!  In the winter I find myself continually being thankful I live in Southeast Texas and not up north somewhere where they have to deal with cold winter temperatures on a regular basis.


This Christmas was especially fun because Payton understood that Santa would be bringing presents and she was really excited about it.  Christmas morning we walked with her to the Christmas tree where there was a brand new pink Big Wheels bike and a bunch of presents under the tree.  She pointed to the bike and said, “Another bike!  Two pink bikes!”  The Big Wheels was from her grandmother Nana and just a couple of weeks before Christmas her grandparents Lala and Papa had given her a pink metal tricycle.  She has been so excited and proud of her bikes that, even now months later, she still loves to show off her bikes to her grandmothers and to others who come over to the house.  Every single time we video chat with my mom, before even saying Hi, Payton says, “Show Yaya bike!” and after she’s shown her one bike she says, “Show Yaya other bike!”




After seeing the bike and all the presents, we ate breakfast and then spent nearly the entire morning opening the presents.  We were lucky that Ellie seemed content to rock in her swing and watch us open presents.  I don’t remember everything Payton got for Christmas besides the two bikes but it included Duplo Lego blocks, a Thomas the Train set, a couple of baby dolls,  stuffed animals, play doh, several puzzles, various Dora the Explorer items, clothes, and more.  Ellie received some baby toys, a video baby monitor, a bath towel with her name on it, a baby blanket, clothes, and more.




New Years

On New Years Eve I reflected on the past year and this is what I posted on Facebook:
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It may be New Year's Eve but Ellie's plans for the evening are the same as they've been for the past 6 weeks..... she's going to stay up all night and drink! ;)

On a related note, 2012 was a great year for our family. God blessed us with our sweet Ellie, born on Thanksgiving Day and absolutely perfect. We watched Payton grow from being a toddler who could barely walk or talk to a little girl who amazes us with everything she knows. We watched the Aggies have an excellent football season with a Heisman quarterback. And we were blessed with good health, wonderful family and friends, and all that we need. Thank you God!



It has truly been a blessed year.  Being pregnant most of the year while trying to keep up with a toddler wasn’t exactly easy or comfortable but it was still an absolutely amazing experience.  Our girls are such miracles and have brought so much joy to our lives already.  I can’t wait to see what the future holds.  Here’s to 2013 and all the adventures we will have with our beautiful little girls!