It's about time I join the technology age and start a blog since I'm so terrible about emailing to keep in touch with everyone. I might as well start out with our newest addition to the family, which is our baby Dylan.
I didn't realize you couldn't just add pictures in wherever you want, so they're a little messed up, but I don't want to play around with it anymore, so here it is and hopefully it'll work out better next time.
My pregnancy went really well with baby #5 and we were excited midway through to find out we would be having another boy. I had decided that this would be an easier thing for our family than having to start fresh with a and all new clothes and toys, not to mention princesses, drama, and a lot of teasing from older brothers. We decided a complete basketball team would be great (although it's still to be determined whether any of them will be coordinated enough to play basketball). The only bad thing about my pregnancy is that I knew I would have to have another C-section after having a T incision in my uterus during the birth of one of my twins with my last pregnancy. My doctor who performed that surgery told me that I would have to have another C-section with future pregnancies or my uterus would rupture. So, we planned on doing an amniocentesis at 36 weeks and checking the babies lungs to see if they were developed. If not, we would wait until they were and then deliver the baby. This all changed when I started having contractions. After talking with a perinatologist, my doctor found out that my uterus could rupture from any contraction at all, not just if I went into labor. Because of the risks of a ruptured uterus (including brain damage to the baby or to me or the baby), the doctor decided we couldn't take any chances when I started having contractions, and so I ended up having to go in for a C-section at 35 weeks on the night of July 7, 2008 . Things were pretty easy for me considering that I was completely knocked out. The spinal tap they gave me wasn't completely numbing me and the anesthesiologist gave me another kind of medicine that put was supposed to just make me dopey, but it put me right to sleep within about 30 seconds. I was a little disappointed because I woke up in the recovery room and completely missed the birth of my baby.
Dylan with his oxygen tubes
He is such good baby and I am really enjoying him, which means that I am always holding him and don't get much of anything else done except taking care of my other 4 boys. They are loving him as well and are always asking, "Can I hold your baby?" They love to help me take care of him, and Cameron is always making him little beds to help put him to sleep. Tanner loves to get things for me and is always willing to throw away dirty diapers or get clothes for him. The boys fight over who gets to ride by him in the car so that they can give him his binky if he should need it. My twins also fight over who gets to do what for the baby and I have to be creative in figuring out ways to appease both of them. A few days ago Tanner went and got a 2 lb. brick of cheese, pulled up his shirt, positioned the cheese just right to his chest and then informed us that he was feeding the baby! It was too funny. Dylan has started smiling a little bit, but mostly loves to snuggle up and stare at me while I hold him (if he's not sleeping). Jake's convinced that he's only a fabulous non-fussy baby if you smell like lunch. :) We are having a lot of fun with him and it makes me want to have another baby somewhere along the road, but I'm sure that by the time he is 2 or 3 I will have decided that 5 boys are enough to try to keep up with.