Chronicling the day... August 12

First of all we'd like to thank our sponsors, Skipolini's Pizza, makers of the "Prego Pizza", for making this all possible....
I ate their specialty pizza in high hopes on Tuesday, and was slightly disappointed when it seemed nothing was happening as we went to bed that night. We enjoyed a full night's sleep and I woke up the next morning, 6 am, with no action. I expressed my frustration to Jared, when I started to feel a little something. It seemed like no big deal, but kept building until it dawned on me that I had better get in the shower and start cleaning myself up. It was a big goal of mine to be all showered, blow-dryed and ready considering with Nicholas' birth my hair was wet, curly, and I had no makeup. In the shower at 6:45 I realized it might not happen after all and told Jared to alert my mom and his mom that we had better get moving. I ended up barely, barely, finishing my hair and we ran off.

Ryker was born at 10:08 am after a placental abruption and lots of blood loss. Due to all of that, he was put on oxygen, had to get his stomach pumped, and was taken to the NICU. I wasn't able to hold him for almost 12 hours, and then we had to deal with all kinds of cords and wires. The first night was hard to sleep without him, and I walked back and forth all night to come visit my boy.

Fortunately by the next afternoon (the 13th) he was released from the NICU to my room. I want to truly thank all of those who prayed for our little guy, and I am so grateful that the prayers were heard.

The next day, the 14th, we were finally able to go home. We have been enjoying being at home, back with our Nicholas too, and trying to get a bit of sleep here and there. Ryker is a beautiful, sleepy little guy who fits right in with us.

Ryker Jared Cordon

August 12, 2009

9lbs 1oz, 21 inches

The Flip Side of the Coin...

Doesn't it just feel like everyone has their babies early these days?

Well, for every one of those there's a sucker like me out there who goes the full 40-weeks, maybe plus a bit.

Don't I just feel so so lucky?!

Its Time For a Chocoholic Intervention

So I was sitting on a bench at the park yesterday watching Nicholas in the sand, when this cute little girl came and sat right next to me. She was probably 5-6 years old, that awesome age where you can almost see in their faces exactly what they are thinking. Anyway, me in my black leggings and t-shirt with a sizeable belly sported underneath it was pretty obvious why she was staring so intently at me. For about 20 seconds she alternated looking at my face and my belly, back and forth, until finally she could contain it no longer and she said,

"What's that under your tummy?"
"It's a baby", I said.

...long pause...

"Nope!..." she said
long pause on my part, not sure how to reply.... then she continued,
"I think it's a ball"

I smiled, then said, "yes, I know it's pretty round like a ball, huh?"
Another pause, still not convinced of my explanantions, she replied, "You must eat too much chocolate!"

How wise, the kids these days :)