A New Day

My days used to be filled with running around at work, home, and the barn. I now cater to a new CEO, Cole.

This picture best describes how I felt this morning during our early morning diaper change....as little man pooped for the FOURTH time (yes that's right) during the same diaper change causing poop to be all over me, the changing table, his clothes and himself AND topping that off with a fresh stream of pee into the air, I threw in the towel and said "Little Man, we are just going to go for the bath."

"Ahhhhh..." fresh and clean he finally his, happy with a bottle, going back to dream land.

He was just kidding though..... there was a grumbling....and then spit up. Spit up everywhere! On him, me, the couch and the pillow.

Off again to change him.... mothers everywhere are well aware of the awful smell the follows a good spit up. ;-)

After two hours of changing, bathing, feeding and changing again. My new CEO is finally happy!


The joys of being a mother!

I wouldn't change a minute of it......

How can it be?

Do you ever stop and take a look at your life and think How can it be? How can it be....that I am this blessed and lucky? Let's face it, if we have a cell phone and a T.V. in our house than we are extremely lucky. But what about the stuff that really counts....? Like that little face up above that I get to wake up to everyday. How can it be that I am that lucky?

Cole Dallin Walkenhorst was born on Feb. 17th at 6:41 pm. It was and is the most incredible experience of my life. This little man who had been kicking me for the last few months and whose little spirit blessed me everyday finally arrived.

Amazingly enough, despite the fact that the pregnancy was a challenge for me I was lucky enough that labor and delivery was....... easy? (that seems like the wrong word....I mean come on easy????) And How can that be? I'm not usually that lucky, but there it was I pushed little man out in about 40 min. Even the labor part, which started at 9 a.m., wasn't as bad as I had anticipated it would be. So o.k. I opted for the pain meds (who wouldn't?) which made my life blissful during labor and I settled in to watch the Olympics. Love it!

Then at 6:00 p.m. the nurse announces that it is time to push. I remember being so nervous! Would everything be o.k.? Could I really do this? Will little man be o.k.? (I was already on oxygen for him) But then Dallin took my hand in his and looked me with so much love, adoration, understanding, and support that I knew I could do it with him holding my hand.

The first push began... I didn't know really what to do, but I tried to figure it out. The nurse and Dallin counted out the push 1,2,3,4...etc.... 10! Oh my gosh! So much harder than I thought! Second push 1,2,3.... Ah! The light clicks on and a force that I can only describe as nature taking over shows me how to push. I followed my instincts and all of the sudden I can hear the nurse saying "Good job! We can see his head! I will go call the Dr.!"

Dallin so excited says to me "He has hair!" This is a shock because I was as bald as my dad when I was born and expected little man to be the same. Then another contraction starts and Dallin says "Get ready to push sweetheart!" I looked at him with utter shock and said "The nurse isn't here!" Dallin grabs a latex glove, snaps it on and says "We aren't going to lose ground! I'm here, push!" At this point all I can do it trust him and so I push and he helps me out the same way the nurse was. Trying to make room for little man's head.

A couple of minutes later the nurse and Dr. show up....and about 30 min after that Cole arrived!!!

How can it be???? To be this blessed.