Three.

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I can’t believe this one is THREE.  It seems like just yesterday I was dreaming of what she would be like as I wished the weeks of pregnancy away in anticipation of meeting her.  And now here she is, Three years old, a doting sister and the darling daughter we have always wished for.  Not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for choosing me to be her Mom.

Dearest Everly, you are our greatest adventure.  I wish you all the happiness and love in the world.  Happy, happy, birthday, my love.

Love,
Your Mama & Daddy

Summer

I think my last post touched on the fact that Spring was finally here… Well here we are well into June and I’m finally getting around to posting again. With the warm weather, the girls are loving being outside as much as possible.  Whether it’s swimming, swinging, or exploring, we try to get out as much as we can!

Everly is loving the water these days! Give the girl a pool or a watering can and she’s as happy as can be.  We had a rainy Sunday and Everly decided to suit up in her snow boots and rain coat, and armed with Uncle Kyle and her princess umbrella, she was perfectly content heading out in the wet weather to search for puddles to jump in.  Besides adventuring in her big backyard, she’s looking forward to turning THREE in August and starting preschool later this summer!

Amelia is just the happiest, most joyful little soul.  She is constantly cracking up at her sister, or flashing these huge smiles when you catch her eye – she just makes my day!  She is so close to crawling and is always on the go.  The kid can clear the length of a room with a handful of body rolls, squealing with laughter the entire time.  Such a stinker!

We’re counting down the days til our family vacation in Destin next month!  We’ve been going to the same beach for the past three years and it’s definitely a family tradition that we plan on continuing each year with the girls.  Check out our pics from Destin 2012 and Destin 2011.  We can’t wait!

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Love,
E

Lately

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We’ve been venturing out as much as possible lately, now that the warmer weather has finally found it’s way to us.  I usually rush out the doors of work as close to 5 as possible and hurry home with the kids to meet Marty.  I usually put together a quick dinner, clean up, and have just enough time left to load the girls up in the double stroller, harness the dogs and hit the neighborhood for a walk at the most perfect part of the day.

If there’s not enough time for that, we’re happy enough to explore our big backyard, as long as we get to enjoy some fresh air, hear the birds chirp, and catch a glimpse of the sun creeping down over the horizon.  Spring is finally here.

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Everly usually goes straight for her swing, which she has just about outgrown…  Otherwise, she’s exploring elsewhere or peeking through the garden looking for things to collect.

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She recently discovered the trampoline, which obviously was a huge hit!

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And Mila is absolutely enamored with all of her surroundings when we’re outside.  She loves the cool breeze, the chatter of finches through the bamboo, and watching Everly lead the way, taking it all in while tucked tightly against me in her sling.

It’s raining this weekend so we’ve got some indoor activities lined up and spring cleaning to do, though we are all looking forward to much more outdoor time soon.  Here’s to many more summer adventures!

Love,
E

Easter Weekend

Note to self, a 2 1/2 year old that wakes up at 6:30 on Easter morning and fills up on jelly beans and chocolate milk will turn into this by 9 am…

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However, with a little sunshine and fresh air, things will turn around before the day continues.   At least long enough to take a decent sort-of family picture.

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What a beautiful Easter it was.  Filled with family, food, and lots of Easter goodies.  Ev and Amelia both made out like bandits from the Easter bunny.  Ev’s basket had bubbles, a sun hat/sunglasses (for the beach!), a bunny, and a Cinderella doll.  Amelia’s little basket had some new binkies and soft teething toys, though she was much more interested in trying to eat my hair.

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Whenever we’re around my family, Everly always gravitates to Kyle.  Whether they’re kicking a soccer ball around, or swinging, she is crazy about her Uncle! 🙂

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Seeing all the little cousins hunt for eggs was adorable.  Everly did pretty well this year and had a blast, of course.  And the weather was superb!

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Everly just loved her dress and didn’t stop twirling through the grass all day long.  Even long after we arrived home and were winding down from the day, it took some coaxing to get her to change and hang her dress up, grass stains and all, after a well-deserved day enjoyed in it with plenty of magical memories.

Love,
E

The Girls. 30 Months and 3 Months.

One of my favorite things about this blog is logging on at night to look through my archives at some of my earliest posts, when Everly was just a wee little thing and I did a little monthly-or-so update on how she was growing.  Since it’s usually a rare occasion when I get the chance to write, I decided it’s probably best to do a little rundown of both girls.  So here we go…

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Dear Everly- it is the eve of your half birthday.  You turn 2 and a half tomorrow, and you are one of the most intelligent little ladies I know.  Your favorite things these days are your two bears – Elvis and Purple Bear – who accompany you pretty much anywhere and everywhere you go.  You love chocolate milk, dancing, Cinderella, and makeup!  You’re a pretty independent little girl, though you still love to sleep in Mommy’s bed any chance you can (I love it too) and you are such a proud big sister.  You have not shown an ounce of jealousy when it comes to Amelia, and you’re always kissing her and gushing over her every chance you get.  It’s all happening so fast, my little love, you grow up a little bit more each day.  You are the happiest person your Dad and I know, our Sunshine girl.

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Dear Amelia – it’s hard to imagine that you turn 3 months old this week.  You are 100% perfection; a bundle of sweetness that I thank my lucky stars for each and every day.  Your smiles are the best thing ever.  Sometimes I’ll be nursing you, and all the sudden, you’ll stop.  When I peek down at you, you’re just gazing up at me with the happiest, biggest smile I’ve ever seen.  It’s the best feeling ever.   When I’m having a rough day, I just think about that smile and all my worries fade away.  These days, you pretty much love two things – nursing and naked time!  It’s true.  When you’re cranky, sometimes we just strip you down, and all the sudden, you stop crying and start smiling.  Works like a charm every time. 🙂  And your big sister, of course.  You find her more interesting than any toy around.  I have a feeling you girls are going to be very close.

Love,
Your Very Proud Mama

On Christmas and New Traditions

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There was some serious Christmas magic in the Buehler household this year, oh yes there was.  This year was a pretty special one for us; it being Amelia’s first Christmas as well as the first Christmas where Everly truly got a taste of the season and all of the merriment that goes along with it.  It was so exciting to see everything through her eyes and for Marty and I to start some new traditions that we’ll be continuing with the girls over the years.

Everly and I managed to sneak some cookie baking in on the day before Christmas Eve (we made these sugar doodles which were amazing!). We also watched lots of Christmas programs and read plenty of Christmas stories (The Polar Express and Twas the Night Before Christmas- a recorded book narrated by Everly’s Gobble himself).

On Christmas Eve, Everly and Marty set out cookies and Maker’s Mark for Santa (Marty insisted) and left a few carrots and celery for Santa’s reindeer.  The Big Man definitely appreciated the refreshments too, as he left Everly and Amelia a nice little stash of presents and maybe even a few for Marty & I.  After opening her gifts, Everly was happy to put on her new apron and help make breakfast before the rest of the family festivities.

All in all, it was a very happy holiday for us.  Marty and I are just truly thankful for two happy, healthy girls and that we’re able to spend the holidays with those who mean the most to us.  We couldn’t ask for anything more.

Hope your Christmas was merry and bright, and full of love and laughter. Wishing you all the best in 2013.

Love,
E

Story of a Little Girl

As my three-week old daughter naps next to me, I can’t stop staring at her sweet little face and thinking back on those last few days of pregnancy, when it seemed like I’d never get the chance to meet her.  Little did I know, that chance would come 7 full days after my due date passed.  This is the story of her birth.

It was Election Day.  I forced myself out of bed and into the shower, upset at waking again with no signs of labor, but thankful that I’d be able to vote.  This was a particularly meaningful day because it was six days past my due date.  Since Everly was six days late, I never thought this baby would go past that.  Everyone said that second babies usually came earlier.  I was so over the calls and texts from friends and family that all said the same thing.  “Where’s that baby?”  “Are you STILL pregnant?” and “Anything happening yet?”  I knew they all meant well, but it hurt to not have the answer they wanted to hear.  After a good cry and a lunch date with my sister, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and  spent the rest of the day running errands and tying up loose ends.

40 weeks and 5 days pregnant. 2 days before I went into labor.

When I went to bed that night, I noticed feeling a little off, but chalked it up to stress.  I woke up around 3:30 with jolts of pain that shot through my lower abdomen.  Although it wasn’t comfortable, I smiled and quietly told Marty that I was pretty sure I was in labor.  I spent the rest of the early morning hours awake in bed, trying to get through each contraction as best as I could.  An ultrasound the day prior had shown that baby was back in a posterior presentation (not an ideal position for birth), so I was content with trying some different yoga positions to encourage her to rotate.  Around 6 am, I heard the familiar pitter patter of little feet padding down the hallway and heard her call my name in her sleepy voice: “Mommy?”  It was just who I was expecting and exactly who I wanted to see.

A tear slid down my eye as I pulled her up into bed with me.  I was so grateful for this peaceful morning moment with her, possibly one of the last moments of just having her all to myself, my one and only child.   I was in pain but that was the only person, aside from Marty, that I wanted next to me during this.  She snuggled in between us and fell back to sleep running her fingers through my hair, as she always did, while I did my best to get through the contractions.

By 10 am, I noticed my contractions were really starting to pick back up.  I had been able to get up with Ev and make her her morning chocolate milk and cinnamon toast, but things were starting to get a little past the point of comfort, and I did not want Ev to see me in any sort of pain.  I would sneak into another room when I felt a contraction coming on so she wouldn’t see me doubled over and trying to make it through the waves of excruciating pain that slammed into me with force every few minutes.

At that point, my contractions weren’t following any sort of specific pattern yet, so we weren’t quite sure what was going on.  They would be 15 minutes apart, then 10 minutes apart, then 2 minutes apart, then 15 minutes apart, and so on.  Deep down, I knew this was typical for a posterior labor, which was what I was desperately afraid of.  If baby was still posterior, I knew I was in for a long, painful labor.  We decided it was best for Marty’s mom to pick Everly up and take her for the day, in case things got serious.  After she left, there were tears.  Watching her from the window, it was a like she grew up a little in that moment.

I spent the next few hours drinking raspberry leaf tea, bouncing on a birth ball, and trying some different positions to encourage baby to rotate.  Finally, after l had done everything I could to encourage baby to turn anterior, and when I was pretty sure that things were really picking up speed and intensity, we decided to head to the hospital.

Despite being an overcast, misty afternoon, Marty and I were both filled with butterflies at the anticipation that we might have a baby today.  As we drove to the hospital, he reached over and squeezed my hand.  I swallowed and tried to breathe through the contractions, knowing what was ahead of me.  Stand By Me played softly on the radio and I said a prayer that God would keep us all safe and help me bring our little girl into the world, whichever way she was meant to be born.

We were admitted around 3 pm.  About a half hour later, my sister showed up and sat with me through the contractions as we waited.  About an hour and a half later, my nurse still couldn’t tell if the baby was posterior, but I decided it was finally time for some pain medication.  My epidural was administered (and then re-administered when the doctor was too close to a vessel) around 5 o’clock; afterward a cervical check broke my water and revealed that I was about 4 cm dilated.

Finally at the hospital, contracting, and waiting.

Around then, things really picked up and that’s when I don’t exactly remember the specifics.  I just know that I went from about 4 cm to 7 cm within minutes.  Despite getting my epidural about a half hour prior, I was still feeling intense pain and so anesthesiology was called back to take another look.

I remember crying out from the pain and seeing my parents arrive.  Before long, my doctor arrived.  “What are you doing here already?” I asked.  “What do you mean, ‘what am I doing here already?’” she laughed.  “You’re about to have this baby in a few minutes.”

She checked me and it was confirmed.  I was complete: 10 cm dilated and 100% effaced.  Right after I was checked, I started to feel a ton of pressure on my bottom and knew it was time.  There wasn’t going to be an opportunity to fix my epidural, it was time to push.  My doctor paged that we needed a baby nurse immediately, and the room blurred as things were set up and instruments were prepped around me.

When my doctor mentioned that it only took 12 minutes of pushing the last time, the nurse joked, “Well now you have to beat that and push this baby out in 6 minutes.”  I wasn’t joking when I told her I would.  One practice push later, I could feel how low my baby was, and my nurse told me that we were going to have a baby any minute.  I remember pushing through the pain, and then hearing “OK stop pushing now!”  The baby was crowning with her hand on her face.  After she was adjusted, I didn’t have to wait for instructions for that last final push.

Amelia June came into the world at 6:40 pm, on Wednesday, November 7th,  after a long labor and just four minutes of pushing.  I felt a flood of relief and forgot every second of pain I endured as her tiny body was placed on my chest.  Just as when Everly was born, it was the craziest and most magical moment of our lives.  Marty and I were both at a total loss for words as we met our second daughter for the first time.  It was unbelievable and unforgettable, and just as our family expanded in that very moment, our hearts also grew tremendously.

7 lbs, 12 oz, 21 inches long, and 100% perfection.

After some bonding time with the three of us, we opened our room up to our close friends and family who were waiting outside.  I looked into the group until I saw her familiar face.  Marty picked Everly up and brought her to my side to introduce her to the baby sister that we had been talking about for so many months.

I gave Everly the biggest hug and buried my face in her curls, breathing in her familiar scent and trying my best to hold back tears.  It was the greatest feeling having her right there by my side and all of us finally being together as a family.

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There only a few things in life that I am greatly proud of.  Topping that list is most certainly creating and growing these two beautiful children, using my body as a vessel to carry and nourish them throughout pregnancy, and every second of agony endured in birthing them and bringing them into this world.  It is such a great pleasure and privilege to be their mother.

There are many significant moments in life that will forever be sealed into my memory – that feeling when I ripped an envelope open to reveal my college diploma, the day Marty nervously slipped a ring on to my shaky finger at the top of Art Hill, how I desperately clutched my father’s arm as I peeked into the crowded church on that beautiful day in May, and how my whole life changed as I sat on the edge of my bathtub and read that first positive pregnancy test.  But through all my years, I will never forget feeling of the wonderful weight of both my babies being placed on my chest on the days that they were born.

Everly and Amelia are my greatest joys, and being their mother is such an honor that I have been blessed with.  Sometimes, I just can’t believe that this is my life.  Amelia so perfectly fits into our family in a way that we never even imagined.  We are fiercely, madly in love and incredibly thankful.  This is our story, this is her story, yet this is only the beginning.

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
-Dr. Seuss

Love,
E

Read Everly Grace’s birth story here.

Mommy of One

Who’s more excited – Ev or Marty?

It seems like quite some time since I last posted.  Now that it’s October and technically the month this baby is due, I’ve decided to dedicate this whole month to Everly and making sure we get plenty of Mommy/Daddy/Everly time together.   We’ve been staying up later together, watching movies and going on lots of weekend adventures whenever we can squeeze in the chance.

This past weekend was a chilly one, but we managed to stop by Eckert’s to pick up some apples and treat Ev to her first PONY ride!  Of course, her Daddy was right by her side the whole time and let her choose which pony she wished to ride.  Right away, she pointed to a spunky little paint named “Brenda,” and the minute Marty set her in the saddle, her eyes twinkled like Christmas lights.  It was the cutest thing ever to see her enjoying her ride so much, and hearing “Giddy-up Brenda!” as the ponies went round and round.  She’s been talking about Brenda ever since, and we can’t wait to take her on more rides in the future.

Our next adventure will hopefully involve the Pumpkin Patch, which we’re super pumped about.  Here are a few pics – we’re off for some more weekend fun!
Love,
E

Happy girl