Tricky Tummy Time

I'm trying to do 'tummy time' with Levi every day.  Some days he's ok:

And other days, well, are a little more tricky:

Of course, momma's there all the time watching.  How else would I get these cute pictures?

Finally! But maybe not...

Levi might have, just might have emerged from his 'I have to eat all the time' phase.  But each day is a new adventure and we don't take anything for granted.  It would be great if that's the case, since two weeks of that gets old really fast. 

How quickly it goes from this...

to this.

It's nice to have a few minutes of free time to get things done around the house.
It's far from looking anything like it did BL (before Levi), but I'm coming to realize that it's ok and that people don't expect it to be immaculate. 

Because this is my priority right now.

To tell the truth, not much is new with the little guy.  He's still growing like a weed and finally getting some of that typical baby pudge.  His belly button is all healed up and I think that he'll like a real bath.  Of course, we need to fix the tub leak first...

It might be a little too early for pictures.

I think these legs are still just a little too big.  The little doggies are just flopping around.

Levi's version of a milk mustache.

He is becoming a lot more vocal and loves to coo and even giggle.  I'd love to post pictures of him smiling really big but that normally happens when I'm nursing him and I don't want the blog to get shut down because of an 'R' rating.  It's super cute, though.

He's happiest in just a diaper.  Less laundry for mom!

He has so many new clothes that we're being sure to rotate all of them so he wears them all.  There are still quite a few things he got that are too big for him and it'll be fun to have new things later on.  Well, fun for me at least.

The objects of Levi's affection: ceiling fan and dark beams.

He's getting so big, more so every day.  It's exciting to think that he'll be doing new things soon, but he's such a good baby that we're enjoying this stage, too.  That's the absolute last thing I'm wishing for: my little guy growing up.

One Month

Happy #1 Month Bubbers!

How did that happen??  Our little guy turned one month old last Thursday.  It was pretty amazing seeing the difference in his 'birth' day pictures and the one above.  Amazing, but a little sad.  It's so true what people say about time going fast.  Too fast.

Things have been going as well as can be expected with a one-month old.  Sleeping is still an adventure and mystery.  I'm coherent and dressed and that's kind of my benchmark for if I'm getting enough sleep.  It could be a lot worse, so I should be more positive about it. 

We ventured out to church last week and it went well.  I missed most of Sunday school because of my hungry little hippo and was out of the service quite a bit, too.  Everyone was super excited to see him and that was fun.  Yesterday went ok.  He slept through Sunday school, so no problems there.  I missed pretty much the whole service because for the past, oh, five(!) days now Levi has been eating somewhat non-stop.  And when he wants to eat, he wants to eat right. now.  So I can't really wait around when he starts to fuss.

Nursing is going better.  He's getting enough and there's a surplus.  I also didn't feel bad eating almost all the oatmeal cookies these past couple days since the oatmeal is supposed to help milk production.

I'll finish with pictures that we've taken since my last post.

3 weeks (He's also wearing a new outfit from someone in our church.)

Grandpa comes down to play a lot.  Well, Grandma, too.

This is the 'squished against mommy's head' look that he was sporting the other morning.

Milk Machine and a little Hungry Hippo

Yay! It's official!

I thought this title was very appropriate for this morning since I'm typing this with one hand and pumping with the other.  Levi is sleeping at the moment-although you'd never guess that by the amount of wiggling he's doing-and I'd like to nap, too.  However I am the sole provider for the little guy, so here I sit.  Tim has been giving him a bottle in the evening, which he enjoys (both him and Levi) so I know this is important. 

Our little Republican, complete with elephant pjs.

Nursing has been a struggle lately.  Levi much prefers to drink a little and suckle a lot.  This means more frequent feedings.  Some have been every hour from 12am to 6am.  The hospital's lactation department gave me a lot of good information about trying to wake him up.  Unfortunately he seems to be immune to the majority of them.  So I'm making another call today. 
I try not to get frustrated because I know he can sense that and it really doesn't help the situation anyways.  Thankfully the majority of people say it gets better, so we're just biting the bullet and plowing ahead.

Stre-----tch!

As is evidenced above, he makes the cutest little faces and we try to catch what we can on camera.  He's a little more vocal now and opens his eyes more, too.
My recovery is going well.  I'm able to drive again as well as do stairs.  Both my mom and sister were able to come help with things around the house and I'm very grateful for it.

We see the doctor again tomorrow and hopefully he'll have gained some weight.  He's healthy, just a little more lean than the doctor would like.
There's a lot more than this going on, but the Ferguson house is kinda nuts right now, so I hope you enjoy these little tidbits.
Lastly, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors.  You know it's my pet peeve, but typing with one hand kind of precludes that. :-)

Wordless Wednesday-a day late

Levi Ray

 Born 6-12-12, 6:30pm, weighing 8lbs. 8oz., 20 in long...

...and 37cm head size. (34 is considered 'large')

Which led to:

Not what we planned, but both mommy and baby are doing great.  Daddy got to sit in and took some great pictures.  He was also a huge help and support for me.

Daddy got a little confused...

And here is our cute baby boy!

Levi Ray Ferguson

We're so, so happy, excited, thrilled, overjoyed, blessed (etc.) that he has joined our family.  It's been a long road, as most of you know, but God is so faithful and he has given us such an incredible gift.

To recap:
I had a dr's appointment Monday morning and because I was nine days beyond my due date they wanted to induce.  That night.  So, after all of the important phone calls and exciting news, Tim and I checked into the hospital at 7pm.
I was given some drugs to move things along, but they didn't.  So around 4pm on Tuesday the doctor came in to talk to us about what would be the best thing to do.  Baby Ferg (as he was still known as then) was being a little stubborn and still liked it a little too much inside momma.

I just got Levi nursed and in bed, so this is to be continued...

Waiting

Here we are, two days after D-Day and Baby Ferg is still as cozy as ever in there.  And still a wiggle worm.  No new symptoms to report.  No contractions or embarrassing water leakage.  Just time.  And while I'm enjoying it, I'm still so anxious for this little blessing to get here.
Thankfully the vast majority of people at church yesterday were still normal towards me.  Unfortunately that did not include the very first person I saw as I walked in the door.  I was greeted with, not "Good Morning" or "How are you?" but, "You're still here?!" :-/  Tim told me I should've said, "It's a pregnancy, not a disease!"  Of course I didn't think of that at the time.  I just graciously smiled, said "yep" and kept on going.  I wonder if people realize that we're not stalling this on purpose, that we actually do realize that my due date was two days ago, that there's really nothing else to do but wait...  Unless you count those who give you the advice of jumping on a pogo stick.  Wha?
Our church uses a Phone Tree system for prayer chain calls and other announcements, etc.  We got a call Saturday afternoon about the Sunday morning men's prayer.  Normal.  What I didn't realize was that a couple people, who mentioned this to me on Sunday, thought it was a call about us having the baby.  Um, not gonna use the church phone tree to announce Baby Ferg.  It will obviously end up being announced on Facebook, but we're not in any hurry.  We're more concerned about enjoying this time and sharing it with family and close friends.