Hello little Coopie,
We just celebrated the fact you turned 2 months old, and boyyyy are you a changin! Everyday you seem to wake up (in bed with me, your dad, and 2 sisters) with a cute little smile, and your favorite word so far, "Oooohhhhhhhhh"...
We love to hear you talk in any way shape or form, so of course we think its the cutest thing in the world. Each and every time you say it.
Your dad was away last weekend, at Ashley and Rob's wedding in Boca,Florida. We couldn't go because you still haven't received your 2 month shots yet, so instead, your Grammy"D' and Poppy came to DC to stay with us for the weekend. They just ate you up alive Coop! You were such a good boy all weekend. You laughed, slept, bounced, smiled, cooed, and didn't cry that much at all. Even at night when you get a little fussy. I was so proud;) Your grandparents think you are positively the most perfect and beautiful creature on this planet, and I don't blame them! Poppy held you on his chest in the morning and you fell asleep for a good hour or so. He was in heaven. I just kept watching him look and you and kiss you. You smiled at him a lot, and really had your eye transfixed on his. I think you really know that they are your family.
The weekend before that one, your other grandma was here...Grams. We had the best time. She was here for an entire week, and for that whole week she spent every minute with you. Since she is Master Burper, we made sure you were always put into her arms after every feeding so she could get all your burps out. I mean, that's pretty special,huh? She adores you to the moon! We all can't get enough of you, man. I am still sending pictures and videos every single day to your family, and when they don't get one from me, they make a big deal about it, hahaa. Its very cute. You are their first grandson, and the best one ever!
Yesterday, I took you to get your 2 month shots. They weighed you, and to be honest, I was pretty surprised when they said you weighed 16lbs!!! hahaah. I mean I knew you were getting chunky kiddo, but 16 lbs? No wonder my back is killing me. I love it though. All your little rolls, chubby cheeks, and those thighs! My goodness, what would I do without them?!?
Your dad and I realize how lucky we are to have such a thriving, beautiful, and smart boy as our own. I know that when you are older I will wish you still have these cheeks and chubby arms to grab, so I am taking it all in now. No doubt about that.
A week from today we are flying to Michigan for Thanksgiving! We will be there for a good 10 days too. You will love it Coop, and I promise you that you will always love going to Michigan. Your daddy has an unbelievable community of friends and family there that already love you tons! You will love being with your entire family who will be doting on you every step of the way. Your grandparents house is just so beautiful and cozy, and you will just love it. Trust me.
Well, I have been writing for a while now, and you are about to wake up from your nap from me bouncing you on your bouncer. I must go...I love you though.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Cooper, you are 1 month old!!!
So.. my son, my love, you turned 1 month old yesterday, and boy have you have really changed a lot since your daddy and I took you home! You are now almost 12 lbs, and such a beautiful, smart, thriving little boy, Cooper!
During the days we have been attached at the hip (literally), and you are either nursing (which you love, love, love to do! But I do too;), sleeping in your Baby Bjorn Bouncer or Swing, looking at your surroundings, being changed (12x/day sometimes) , being licked by your furry sisters (who love you so much; Especially Gemma!), going for a walk outside with you in your sling, or enjoying tummy time for all of 2 minutes.
When your Daddy comes home he pretends he is excited to see me, but in all honesty, he only wants to see his little boy. He is completely smitten by you, and loves to see you happy and not crying. A few days ago, you started to cry around 5pm and would not stop for an hour or so. We tried everything to get you to stop. It was tough Coop, but finally we were able to soothe you back into the perfect little angel you are. You won't take a pacifier, only my boobies, and you are just starting to take a bottle. I think you get fussy when you are over tired, over stimulated, or have some gas. I researched some ways to relieve the gas though, and it is definitely working (a tsp of chamomile tea in a bottle)... I also like to use aromatherapy in the apartment for all of us. I burn lavender oil and it really helps us all to relax and to get you to sleep.
You should know that your mom is amazing at researching just about EVERYTHING.
I will always make sure that you are comfortable, my little lover. No doubt about that.
Well, I just wanted to tell you that you are growing so much and changing a little bit more every single day, and I can't wait to see what the next month brings.... I know it will bring amazing things because you are simply that Cooper, amazing.
We love you. xx
During the days we have been attached at the hip (literally), and you are either nursing (which you love, love, love to do! But I do too;), sleeping in your Baby Bjorn Bouncer or Swing, looking at your surroundings, being changed (12x/day sometimes) , being licked by your furry sisters (who love you so much; Especially Gemma!), going for a walk outside with you in your sling, or enjoying tummy time for all of 2 minutes.
When your Daddy comes home he pretends he is excited to see me, but in all honesty, he only wants to see his little boy. He is completely smitten by you, and loves to see you happy and not crying. A few days ago, you started to cry around 5pm and would not stop for an hour or so. We tried everything to get you to stop. It was tough Coop, but finally we were able to soothe you back into the perfect little angel you are. You won't take a pacifier, only my boobies, and you are just starting to take a bottle. I think you get fussy when you are over tired, over stimulated, or have some gas. I researched some ways to relieve the gas though, and it is definitely working (a tsp of chamomile tea in a bottle)... I also like to use aromatherapy in the apartment for all of us. I burn lavender oil and it really helps us all to relax and to get you to sleep.
You should know that your mom is amazing at researching just about EVERYTHING.
I will always make sure that you are comfortable, my little lover. No doubt about that.
Well, I just wanted to tell you that you are growing so much and changing a little bit more every single day, and I can't wait to see what the next month brings.... I know it will bring amazing things because you are simply that Cooper, amazing.
Friday, September 28, 2012
The day that changed my life forever... (birth story)
I have been reading other people's birth stories online since I was 20 weeks pregnant, and made a promise to myself that when I had my own story to share I would document it the same way the others did. I am excited to say that my precious son, Cooper, is now 14 days today;) and I can finally document
"our story" on this website that I am dedicating to him. My first born.
It all started on September 12th around 9:00pm (his due date). I just came home from dinner with my husband, his mom, my mom, and our friend Erica when I started having regular contractions that were coming ever 3-4 minutes and lasting close to 2 minutes long. At this time, everyone except my Mom went across the street to get yogurt, so we started timing the contractions and finishing up folding the laundry, and watching tv. My contractions were not very painful at all, but I knew that if they continued to go on like this for an hour it was worth going to the hospital to see if I was dilating more. I was already 3 cm dilated, which I found out that week at my previous appt.
The contractions continued on for over an hour, and they got more intense, so I decided we should all go to the hospital. It took a while to make that decision because I felt that I was not really in labor, but I didn't care anymore. The worst they could do was send me home. I should mention that I was extremely ready to have this baby! (I know everyone is at 40 weeks) BUT...I was in prodromal labor for over a week with horrible braxton hicks that were very consistent, had already lost my mucous plug, and had my "show"... So YEAH, I was ready, ready, really ready!!!
We all got to GW Hospital around 10:30pm, and I was put into a room to be monitored. They said that I was still only 3 cm dilated, but they wanted to keep me there because the baby was not as "active" as they would've liked him to be on the monitor. I was stoked! I wasn't being sent home:)
They had me walk around the hospital a bit to intensify my contractions more, and about an hour to two later they did get more painful, so they brought me to my private room around 12:30 am where I would be laboring for over 13 hours.
My husband Zack, my Mil, and Mom were all in the room with me while I was in labor. They all sat around my bed and we talked, watched tv, and helped me get through the contractions that I had until I asked for my epidural. Ahhhhh. After that, it was smooth sailing. I was able to relax, sleep, and even eat a little bit.
The experience was really wonderful, and everything I hoped for, until... I was 10 cm dilated and I was able to start pushing. Zack got our mother's out of the room so we could be alone, and I was with 2 lovely nurses and a great doctor that motivated me to start pushing. I was really into it, and pushing at every contraction although not much was changing. They left me to rest another for another 30 minutes or so to see if he "fell" some more on his own. Well, he didn't fall anymore, and I was very adamant to continue pushing. I really didn't care how long it took. Pushing had to have been the most intense thing I did throughout this entire pregnancy and labor, and I knew that I had to continue pushing to get my little baby out. It took a good 2.5 hours to finally get him out, and I couldn't have done without the support of my husband, and the doctors that stuck by me the entire time, motivating me and telling me how great I am doing. You really do need that, and it truly was such a triumphant moment in my life that I will remember always.
Cooper Max Boorstein came into this world at exactly 12:00pm on the dot. He was slightly blue from all my pushing, but was crying, and looked perfect to me, none the less. He was placed right into my arms instantly, and we just stared at each other in aw. I noticed right away his long legs, and big feet, just like his Mom and Dad. I started to cry and tell him that he would be ok, that his mom and dad were here with him now, and that we would love him forever.
He was not as small as I thought he would be; he was 8lb 1oz, and 21 inches long. I was so glad he didn't stay inside another week or two. He would've been 9-10 lbs. Geez!
Anyway, Cooper is here, and he is absolutely amazing. So calm, so content, and just so delicious. Our family is striving right now, and it is just the beginning.
He is our everything.
"our story" on this website that I am dedicating to him. My first born.
It all started on September 12th around 9:00pm (his due date). I just came home from dinner with my husband, his mom, my mom, and our friend Erica when I started having regular contractions that were coming ever 3-4 minutes and lasting close to 2 minutes long. At this time, everyone except my Mom went across the street to get yogurt, so we started timing the contractions and finishing up folding the laundry, and watching tv. My contractions were not very painful at all, but I knew that if they continued to go on like this for an hour it was worth going to the hospital to see if I was dilating more. I was already 3 cm dilated, which I found out that week at my previous appt.
The contractions continued on for over an hour, and they got more intense, so I decided we should all go to the hospital. It took a while to make that decision because I felt that I was not really in labor, but I didn't care anymore. The worst they could do was send me home. I should mention that I was extremely ready to have this baby! (I know everyone is at 40 weeks) BUT...I was in prodromal labor for over a week with horrible braxton hicks that were very consistent, had already lost my mucous plug, and had my "show"... So YEAH, I was ready, ready, really ready!!!
We all got to GW Hospital around 10:30pm, and I was put into a room to be monitored. They said that I was still only 3 cm dilated, but they wanted to keep me there because the baby was not as "active" as they would've liked him to be on the monitor. I was stoked! I wasn't being sent home:)
They had me walk around the hospital a bit to intensify my contractions more, and about an hour to two later they did get more painful, so they brought me to my private room around 12:30 am where I would be laboring for over 13 hours.
My husband Zack, my Mil, and Mom were all in the room with me while I was in labor. They all sat around my bed and we talked, watched tv, and helped me get through the contractions that I had until I asked for my epidural. Ahhhhh. After that, it was smooth sailing. I was able to relax, sleep, and even eat a little bit.
The experience was really wonderful, and everything I hoped for, until... I was 10 cm dilated and I was able to start pushing. Zack got our mother's out of the room so we could be alone, and I was with 2 lovely nurses and a great doctor that motivated me to start pushing. I was really into it, and pushing at every contraction although not much was changing. They left me to rest another for another 30 minutes or so to see if he "fell" some more on his own. Well, he didn't fall anymore, and I was very adamant to continue pushing. I really didn't care how long it took. Pushing had to have been the most intense thing I did throughout this entire pregnancy and labor, and I knew that I had to continue pushing to get my little baby out. It took a good 2.5 hours to finally get him out, and I couldn't have done without the support of my husband, and the doctors that stuck by me the entire time, motivating me and telling me how great I am doing. You really do need that, and it truly was such a triumphant moment in my life that I will remember always.
Cooper Max Boorstein came into this world at exactly 12:00pm on the dot. He was slightly blue from all my pushing, but was crying, and looked perfect to me, none the less. He was placed right into my arms instantly, and we just stared at each other in aw. I noticed right away his long legs, and big feet, just like his Mom and Dad. I started to cry and tell him that he would be ok, that his mom and dad were here with him now, and that we would love him forever.
He was not as small as I thought he would be; he was 8lb 1oz, and 21 inches long. I was so glad he didn't stay inside another week or two. He would've been 9-10 lbs. Geez!
Anyway, Cooper is here, and he is absolutely amazing. So calm, so content, and just so delicious. Our family is striving right now, and it is just the beginning.
He is our everything.
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