One Week Later...

Well, Brooklyn is one week old and doing great. We found out today that she is done with the bilirubin lights and hooray for that. We HATE those lights.

Here's Ty holding 'baby sister' as he calls her. He loves her and is such a big help. Jordo loves her too, but he's also trying to figure out what happened to his world.

We got the boys the game Perfection for Christmas. The actual concept is a bit advanced, but they love putting the shapes in there spots and then starting the timer to watch them fly. But they don't love the surprise. This is how they are whenever the buzzer goes off.

And for those of you that are A Christmas Story fans, Jordo almost 'shot his eye out'. He looked right into a toy that shoots a spinner and sure enough, it nailed him right in the eye.

Here are some attempts at getting a picture

And here is the best one we could get. It looks a lot better since it has stopped bleeding and the scab is off. We thought he had learned until a few days later he did the same thing and cut his lip. Crazy kid.

She's here!

Brooklyn Mae Shaw is here and doing great! I tried posting with pics and I think with Christmas, blogger is on overload and it won't work. So as soon as I can, I will post the follow up with pics. Thanks to all of you for you support!

We got the pics to download, so check out the previous post for some highlights!

A Christmas to Remember

Brooklyn Mae Shaw came at 2:59 Tuesday morning. She weighed 7 lb 6 oz and was 19 1/2 inches long and she was perfect in every way.

Here is a quick run down of the labor story:

Monday night, after a great day I might add, we headed to bed. I was sore from cleaning and walking, but nothing big. As I was trying to get comfortable, my water broke, completely shocking both Kev and I. I never expected that to be how labor would kick in for me. The contractions started, but not all that bad and not too close together, but after Kev's mom got there to stay with the boys, we headed to the hospital.

We got all checked in and I still wasn't doing too bad. They checked me and I was at a 7! That was a nice surprise. I stayed at a 7 for the next 3 hrs. Right after another check, she said in another hour if I hadn't done anything they would start me on pitocin. Ten minutes later they lost her on the monitor so they were just going to attatch it to her head, and found out I was at a 10 and she was ready to go. The doctor got there and I pushed once for her head and once for her body and she was here! It really was an easy labor, if I dare say :)

Kev has a philosophy that all babies are born at 3:00 in the morning and so far, the two of ours that came on their own, that has been pretty accurate.

When it came time to come home we decided I would stay until Christmas Eve morning so they could do the bilirubin test at the hospital instead of going to the lab. When I called Kev to make the plans and find out how the boys were, it wasn't good. Ty had thrown up during the night and Jordo had a terrible case of diarrhea. What a joke! Kev had been up all night with the sick boys and I was supposed to bring a new baby home. It couldn't have been worse timing, and on top of all that, it was Christmas Eve.

Here are just some pics of the first days:

We did it though. We kept Brooke in the other room and the boys watched lots of movies. It was a LONG day, but everyone was feeling better in the morning and we had a great Christmas.

And now to try to figure out life again. We couldn't be happier she's here, timing was a bit crazy, but we are thrilled.

The Polar Express

This year Grandma and Grandpa Shaw made a new tradition. They want to do something special with each grandchild each year. This year they chose to take the boys to The Polar Express. The boys couldn't have been more excited to ride a train, see Santa and have hot chocolate. Not to mention they got to wear the pajamas!

All day the boys were asking when Grandma and Grandpa were coming and could they get in their PJs. It was a long day for everyone :) and we only had to wait until 4:00.

We were told it went well and from the bouncing off the walls when they got home, I think it did. Ty ran out of the car ringing his bell from Santa and couldn't stop talking. Jordo just kept running. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa for awesome memories!