Charlie Kade ~ Your Birth Story.

My sweet, Charlie Kade. You are finally here! It's taken me almost two full months to write your first letter, so I'll try to make it a good one. We waited a long time for you to arrive (your brother Wil waited the longest, it seemed) and now that you've come, we cannot imagine life without you.

I was nervous throughout most of my pregnancy in anticipation for your arrival, but I think I did a really good job keeping my feelings in check. I knew you were my special, "surprise" blessing and I also knew you'd be my last baby, so I did all that I could to embrace you and our special time together. My pregnancy was wonderful. You moved all of the time (almost too much at times:) and I made sure to talk to you often and let you know that I was waiting for you. I ate whatever and whenever I wanted to. I got lots of sleep. I vowed to love everything that my body was doing to create and nurture you. I didn't mind gaining weight or feeling huge or having heartburn because I knew it would never happen again. That's the beauty of being number 3... I wasn't scared or worried about the changes that were happening because of you and I was older and wiser to know just how special it all really was.

As your due date approached, me and "our" doctor (who delivered your brothers and has become a great friend over the last 6 years) started to discuss my "birth plan". I told her I wanted to have this amazingly fabulous birth. I wanted to feel the labor - painful contractions and all. I wanted to watch you be born. Yep! Pull out the mirrors, I wanted to see it all go down. I also wanted to "deliver you myself". Yep! I wanted to pull you out with my own two hands just as soon as I could. We both giggled about my "plans" and she said she'd do the best she could to make it all happen (we both knew that making "plans" about a delivery is NEVER a good idea).








Our doctor was also keeping a close eye on me during that last week or so. My blood pressures were creeping up and I was showing some signs of preeclampsia, per usual, so she decided to induce labor at 39 weeks after a routine check up. It was then that I realized it was really happening - I was going to meet you!





After my appointment, I went straight to the hospital (by myself) while your Daddy stayed home with your brothers and waited for Grandma and Grandpa. I checked myself in and met my FABULOUS nurses. I had a little supper and watched The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. It was a fabulous couple of hours alone, to be perfectly honest. My induction began around 7:45 with Cervidil, which is a medicine used to soften the cervix and start contractions. I was familiar with the process because your brothers' labors started the exact same way. The medicine would last about 4 hours and they'd check my progress around midnight. I was sure that my labor would just fly by! When the induction began, I was between 1-2 centimeters dilated and I joked that I'd have you before midnight. I was wrong!

I started to have contractions around 9pm. I decided to walk around the hospital to keep them going. That's another thing I realized with kid 3 - I knew what to expect! I also knew that the "contractions" that I was having were NOT going to cut it. I knew they were going to (and NEEDED to) get worse... much worse. Around 11pm, I was getting tired of walking around, so I tried to lay down for a bit. I also knew that I needed to try to get some rest because it was going to be a long night. However, I HATE those hospital beds and just could not get comfortable. So, I decided to get into the bath tub. I spent much of my labor with Wil in the tub and knew that it would provide me with some relief. The contractions were getting stronger, but were not at all consistent, which I knew needed to change.

I spent some time in the tub, but was eager to get out around midnight so the doctors could check me. Yeah! It was time! I was having contractions, surely I had made progress... I HADN'T. Ugh. None. No progress at all. Hadn't dilated at all!

I tried not to get discouraged. I knew what needed to happen - I needed to make enough progress so that my doctor could break my water. I knew that would do the trick. With my previous labors, once my water broke, my babies were born quickly. So, back to the tub I went.

At one point, my nurse (have I mentioned how FABULOUS she was) came to check on me in the bath tub. She was a little worried. Based on the inconsistency of my contractions and the fact that I wasn't making any progress, she was determined that you were in there a bit "kiddiewampus". She thought you were "sunny-side-up" and that I'd have to deliver you with your eyes looking to the ceiling rather than towards the ground. I knew that was not good and I knew that those kinds of deliveries were HARD. She encouraged me to move around as much as I could. She told me the water would help and that maybe I could encourage you to flip. So, I did! I moved around and tried my best to swim in a tiny bath tub.

Finally, around 2am, as my nurse watched me swim in the tub, she said, "Do you enjoy being in the there? Would you like to continue to labor in the bath tub? If so, we've got to get you into a bigger tub!!" And so, we did. Shortly after that, my giant, wet self walked across the hall and got hooked up in a new birthing suite and this one had a BIRTHING TUB. It was huge! It was fabulous! I could float around and I had plenty of room to work through my contractions and try to get you to flip around in there!

I'll never forget how I was feeling after I was put into the birthing tub. It was dark and quiet. I was calm and excited and nervous all at the same time. Around 3am, my nurse let me be for a while (I think the poor woman had to take a break) and your Daddy decided to take a walk. It was then, when I was all alone, that I had a conversation with myself. My contractions were coming, strong, but very far apart. I was getting worried and to be perfectly honest, I was getting a little frustrated and tired. I wanted you to come out, but I just knew my contractions were not working. They were not strong enough to get you out. I stopped moving for a bit. I laid back in the tub and I thought to myself... "My water needs to break! What am I going to do to make my water break? That's what needs to happen. That will make him come out!" And just as the moment of despair started to set in, I heard this pop and felt a strong gush! Yep. My water had broke right then and there. It was as if my body was listening to my thoughts. It was surreal!

I paged my nurse and was so, so excited to tell your Daddy that it would be happening soon. I just knew it!

It was around 3am.

By 3:15, I was in labor. Good, hard, HORRIBLE labor. Labor that makes a baby come. Labor that makes you feel like you're dying. That you are literally dying. But, no one is believing you; instead they keep telling you that you're doing great.

Remember how I had told my doctor that I wanted to feel the labor? Well, I did. I felt my labor and those awful contractions for about 45 minutes and that was perfect, thank~you~very~much.

I had my epidural around 4am and I was feeling really good just minutes later. At this point, my doctor was able to check my cervix for the first time since the dreaded midnight check. I was 5cm dilated and the doctor could feel your little head. About 30 minutes later, I started to feel my contractions again, but only on my left side. I asked the nurse why I was feeling them and she encouraged me to push my epidural button, to give myself a quick dose. It didn't work. Yuck. My contractions were getting bad again. It was then that I thought back to Jayce's delivery. I remember the same thing happening right before I had the sensation to push. I explained this to my nurses, who really didn't think that that was what was happening because I was just checked and was only 5cm. I knew I was right though. I knew you were coming.

With the next contraction, I told them it was time. Everyone was shocked! They checked me and sure enough, I was right. I was 10cm dilated and you were there. Literally. Right there. They quickly called my doctor, who was sleeping soundly at home. Did I mention that I had promised to not have you without her?!? Well, she had to get to the hospital... quick! I spent the next few contractions with my legs closed (literally) and breathing hard to stop from pushing you out before she arrived.

Our doctor arrived shortly before 5am.

Remember the mirror I had requested to watch you come into this world? Well, they have those. They come down from the ceiling. You can see everything! Everything. I asked them to get rid of those mirrors just about as soon as they put them down. We laughed about that.

We were all laughing a lot. Mostly about how quickly you had decided to come and about the mirror and about how I had to hold you in until Dr. Skladzien came. A few minutes later, my doctor asked me to push. "Just give it a try... Let's see how you do. Do you remember how?" she said.

So, I did. I gave a little push, but about 2 seconds in, everyone hollered. "Ok. Stop! Stop. Stop. Just wait!" And everyone went running. Supplies were brought in and scrubs were put on. They all determined that I did indeed remember how to push, which made us all laugh even more. With each laugh, out you came. Seriously. One of the nurses even said, "you're literally going to laugh your baby out!" With one slow, steady push, your head and shoulders were out. It was then that Dr. Skladzien told me to pick you up. So, I did. I found your little armpits and pulled you right on out of there. The entire time, your Daddy's only job was to get pictures. Nothing too yucky (although you're probably mortified by the picture to the right), but I definitely wanted to document your birth. It was something I didn't do with Wil or Jayce; it was something that I always regretted. I was so envious of those women who had amazing birth pictures of their babies entering the world.

You were born on April 22, 2015 at 5:03am. I pulled you up to my chest immediately after birth and that's where you stayed for nearly two hours. You were finally weighed and measured around 6:30am. You weighed a whopping 7 pounds and you were 19.5 inches long. You looked exactly like both of your brothers did when they were born. Soft, pale white skin. Blue eyes. You looked all around. You were quiet and content, although you did poop on me three times!

Since we've brought you home, it's been a similar story. You're a very content, calm baby. You only cry when you're hungry and you're so alert. You eat all the time and I can barely keep up! You are sleeping about 4 hours at a time, even in the nights. But, when you do wake to eat in the night, you go right back to sleep. I can lay you down awake and you'll just close your eyes eventually and fall asleep. It amazes me!











Our transition to a family of five has went surprisingly well, thanks to you, mostly. Your big brother Wil absolutely adores you and the bond that he and I have has grown so much since you've joined us. I cannot get over how amazing he is with you. He wants to hold you and kiss you all them time. He talks to you and tells you stories and asks you questions. He enjoys being my special helper and for some reason, this makes him feel so old to me. It's been fun to watch my first baby interact with my last baby. I hardly remember Wil being that small. Your relationship with your middle brother, on the other hand, is yet to blossom. You see, Jayce is three, and well, three is tricky and he would prefer to pretend that you don't exist. He'll glance over at you from time to time and tell me if you're crying or tell you that you're too loud, but other than that, he won't go near you. I guess that's better than the alternative (at least he hasn't tried to hurt you:) I'm sure this phase will end as you begin to change and grow.

Speaking of growing... we visited the doctor for your one month check up and you weighed a whopping 10 pounds, 12 ounces and you were 22 inches long. I could not get over how big you were! I'm more familiar with itty-bitty babies, so this is new to me! You are eating about 5-6 ounces every 3-4 hours, which is also astonishing! If you keep this up, you'll be bigger than Jayce in no time!

We just love you so much Charlie Kade! I am so lucky to have you... My last little man...

Until next time,
Love Mama

Almost Three Means BIG Changes

Dear Jayce,

It's been a while since my last post to you and only you. We've been busy, you see. Wil's been busy in his new venture that is 4K, you've been busy at daycare and with your good friend Beckett, and I've been busy working! It's definitely been a change, but I think it's been worth it for all of us. Although I really enjoyed my time home with my boys, I am loving getting back into the classroom. It's also been wonderful to see you learn and grow in your new experiences.

You love to go to Kari's house. You ask every morning as we pull out of the driveway, "Go see Beckett?" You get very angry if I tell you, "No. It's a school day", which means off to daycare you go! It's just different with friends, ya know?? Sure, you do. At Kari's house, you can play and relax and watch a Curious George episode if you feel the need. You also get to do some fun little projects and go to Story Time at the Library. You love going outside too. She takes you on wagon rides and you boys can sure make a mess of her ride-on-toys in the garage! We are so lucky that we have her and that she treats you just like you were one of her own.

School's good too. I know it's a little crazier. You've got a lot of 2/3 year olds in your classroom, which means it's pretty loud and chaotic, but you've adjusted so well. At first, you cried (for like 6 weeks straight), but we persevered and now all you need is a hug and a high five before I leave and you're good to go. You've met a lot of friends (although I don't know any of their names) and you love your teachers Miss Josie and Miss April.

The daycare has been amazing in regards to your "special needs" and have really tried hard to keep your ear on, help you on the playground if you're struggling, and yet treat you like every other kid in their class. This is so appreciated! We know you're different, they know you're different, heck, even you know you're different, but you get treated just like the other kids. You get a time-out for hitting, you're expected to sit nicely on the carpet during Group Time, you follow the same routine as all of the other kids, which means cleaning up when you don't want to and heading outside even if your boots feel yucky!

I've also been impressed with just how much you can do! One day when I went to pick you up, I found you washing your hands. You were waiting in line (holding onto the table until you could reach the sink). Then you got onto the stool, turned on the water, got yourself a pump of soap, washed your hands, turned off the water, got down off the stool, grabbed a paper towel and proceeded to walk about 5 feet to the trash can to toss it in the garbage.

I know this really isn't that big of a deal, but for you it is.

I was so surprised because I explained to your teachers how I had just started working on "self-help" skills with you at home. I said that I was feeling nervous because things that most almost-3-year-olds can do, are really hard for you because of your physical disability... How will I teach you how to use the potty independently when you can't even stand up to pull your own pants down? How will I teach you to put your coat on if you can't stand? How will you learn to put your socks on if you can't bend your legs correctly to reach your feet? And... And... And... Oh, the worries were endless.

Much to my surprise, your teachers had been working on it with you all along (teachers, they really are wonderful:) They told me that you do everything that the other kids do - hand washing, put on your own hat and one mitten (they help with the last one), wipe your own nose and through the Kleenex in the trash, etc. I realized in that moment that I wasn't alone. That from now on (since your a regular ol' preschooler these days) I'll have some support with all of this!

Speaking of preschool... It's almost time and I am over the moon excited for you!!! When you turn three, you will officially transition from the Birth to Three Connections Program of Dane County and move into the public school system. This fact is a little bitter sweet. We've worked with Birth to Three since May of 2012. We've known your speech therapist for that long as well. She's amazing. The sweetest woman ever and I can't even imagine her not being in your life. To be honest, I can't even talk about it, so I won't. Let me just move on...

The "transition" has been nothing short of intense and I must admit that although I'm super excited, I'm incredibly (INCREDIBLY) anxious about it all. A new transition means many, many evaluations, observations, home visits, forms to fill out, and conferences to be had, all centered around you - what you can and of course, what you CAN'T do.

It's hard sometimes to be reminded of all that you can't do because we try so hard to focus on what you can. We know your language skills are delayed (you've only been hearing for 20 months, of course). We also know that your gross motor skills are delayed. You cannot walk independently, well, you can, I guess, but really it's not completely independently. You prefer to walk from point A to point B and to get there fast. You cannot walk and then stop and then walk again. You cannot stand independently. You cannot kick or throw a ball, which is super frustrating for you, but that 's a story for another day. You cannot jump or skip or run.

You cannot do a lot of things that "regular" kids can do and this is hard for all of us. Again, as a family, we try to focus on how far you've come and all that you can do, but it's times like these that we are brutally reminded of just how 'different' you are.

Your Dad and I attended your first IEP meeting last Friday, February 6. This was the first day of the rest of your next 14 years in the Public School system. We will have a similar meeting every year until you are a Senior in high school and you will be re-evaluated for Special Education services every three years from now until your 18th birthday (or maybe your 21st birthday if you are not able to graduate on time).

The experience was completely surreal for this teacher Mama. I couldn't believe I was sitting in a huge Conference Room with twelve other people discussing my child with special needs. You see, I've sat in on many IEP meetings throughout my career and I knew what to expect, but it sure is different when you are discussing your child and what he needs. Your Dad and I spoke on your behalf, we answered questions and told everyone all about your strengths and our areas of concern. Your Birth to Three speech pathologist was there too (on Team Jayce) along with Miss Christi who is the CARES coordinator from Birth to Three who advocates for children who are deaf/hard of hearing. Everyone else was a member of the DeForest Area School District - there was a PT, an OT, a Speech/Language teacher, a school audiologist, a Teacher of the Deaf, the school psychologist and your future Early Childhood Teacher (Miss Jen).

After a two hour meeting, we learned that you would qualify for everything... Yep. Everything. You'll receive 60 minutes of Physical Therapy per week and you'll also be involved in a "Motor Group" that meets on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. You'll also have 60 minutes of Speech and Language each week. 40 minutes/week an Occupational Therapist will work with you primarily on your 'self-help' skills, and 90 minutes per week, you will have one-on-one therapy with a Teacher of the Deaf (TOD). The school audiologist will check on you periodically throughout the remainder of the school year (to check your "hearing equipment") and she'll be purchasing you your very own FM System (thank GOD) that you will wear during school. It is a device that is attached to your Cochlear Implant that picks up sound directly from a microphone that your teachers will wear on their shirts! You will be able to hear all of the instruction that is occurring without having to worry about or decipher through the background noise of your classroom.

Most of your "therapies" will happen during school! You will be attending Early Childhood every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday morning from 8:30-11:00. I think there will be about 6-8 kids in your class (all of whom have an IEP and are special ed students just like you). All of your people will come to you! On Wednesday mornings, I'll take you to school at 8:00 so that you can work one-on-one with your TOD.

Exciting stuff... But, the best part... You get to be in the same school as Wil!!!! His 4K classroom is right next door to the EC room and he's so, so excited to see you every day. He thinks that maybe sometime you two will have Gym together. We'll see!! :)

In addition to all of these changes, we'll continue with your regular therapies and appointments. Speech Therapy (Auditory Rehab Therapy, to be more specific) every week and bi-weekly Physical Therapy with your new favorite - Julie (she just loves you and you love her too). We recently had you evaluated by an OT at Middleton Rehab who agrees with me that you have significant Vestibular Dysfunction due to your hearing loss that is effecting your balance and coordination (perhaps this is why you can walk, but not stand independently). You'll begin visiting with her twice a month as well to work on your balance and coordination and we are counting down the months until you can start Hippotherapy. You are going to love, love, love riding the horses! You are number 19 on the waiting list...

Per usual, you are a very busy little boy! As the members of the IEP were requesting their time with you, we all kind of chuckled at the fact that they're going to be fighting for you. Will there be enough hours in the week to get it all done? We've been asking ourselves that for nearly 3 years! I'm sure they'll manage, just as we have.

Oh yeah, there's been one last thing that's been keeping me up at night worrying... (I don't think I've slept in 2 weeks, thankyouverymuch). After many discussions, your Physical Therapist and Developmental Pediatrician have decided that instead of the Botox injections that you get every 3-6 months to relieve the spacticity in you legs, you should try Serial Casting. The muscles in your feet & legs are very tight (waaaaay tighter than usual because you are having a major growth spurt). This is causing you to walk on your tippy toes, which is NOT the best way to walk, obviously! The serial casting will stretch your muscles 24 hours per day, which is what you need to do in order to relieve that increased muscle tone. At night time, you will wear a knee immobilizer, which will keep one leg completely straight and really give you a BIG stretch.

So, as you can imagine. I was completely terrified of this experience. For you, for me, for all involved. I thought you'd be scared to get the cast put on (I made Grandma come with for moral support for me, that's how terrified I was). I thought you'd want the cast off immediately. I thought you'd scream every night when you went to bed and refuse the leg immobilizer....

But, I was wrong. You were AMAZING!!!!!! You sat all by yourself as the orthotist put two casts around your feet and up to your knees. You came home and asked me to take your shoes off, but only once. You were content when I told you they don't come off. So, you decided to watch a movie instead. At bedtime, you like to remind me to grab your knee immobilizer, you point to it and say, "that, Mama".

Seven days later, we returned to have your blue casts removed. It was time for Round 2. Again, I was terrified. How would you handle the saw they use to remove the cast? Would you freak out when you realized you were getting ANOTHER cast put on? Oh boy, I was just not sure we could do this...

But, yet again, you were AMAZING!!!!! You watched very carefully as your cast was being removed. You giggled as the doctor cleaned your stinky feet and toes. When he asked you what color you'd like your cast to be this week, you pointed, without hesitation, to PINK! You chose pink again, even after I tried to persuade you to get red like Bucky Badger.  So, pink it was and again, you sat and watched and waited. So content. So well-behaved. So un-phased by this rather horrible experience. Sometimes I just feel so bad for you, ya know?!?! Why do you have to do these kinds of things? It's just so not fair! Thank God you can hack it, because I surely can't! You're so much stronger than me. I could've cried for you as I watched it all go down. Another day. Another procedure. Another reminder of what it means to have Cerebral Palsy.

You will have yet another Round of casts put on again in 10 days. You will wear the final cast for 12 days and then be free. The purpose of the casts are to get you to stretch the muscles in your feet and legs, so that you are off of your tippy toes when you walk. In order to walk/take a step, your foot needs to flex up at least 5 degrees to clear the ground. At the start of casting, your muscles were so tight that the doctors had to push very hard to get your foot flat (it's interesting to notice in the two pictures above how your feet look while resting - toes pointed down and in - that's normal for you, but NOT normal at all... it's the CP). After your first round of casting, the doctors were able to push your feet to 10-12 degrees, which is awesome progress!! That means the casts are working and are definitely stretching and loosening your muscles. We'll see how much more progress you make next week!

When the casting is complete, you'll continue with intensive physical therapy. We want to train your body how to walk appropriately without being on your tippy toes. It'll make walking that much easier for you. As of now, you can plan on either Botox or serial casting every 6 months for... forever? Until you stop growing? We just don't know, but we do know you'll need to do something to help relieve that tension and it's going to need to be often.

And so it goes, little man...

I'm sorry.

I wish I could take it all away.

The IEP. The meetings. The therapies. The procedures. 

The struggles. 

I wish I could take it all away. 

I so would if I could...

Unfortunately, we can't take it away, so we do what we have to do and we do it for you. I always do my best for you and I hope you always remember that. You are one amazing little boy who is so, so strong and determined. You will do great things. This is going to be such an amazing year for you. One of immense growth. I'm so excited to see you learn new things, become more confident and make new friends. Have fun, my almost-three-year-old!!! Big things await!

Love, 

Mama

And then there were 3...

I must admit, it feels a little strange to be writing this post. I never imagined that I would have three children. I never planned on it, and we all know... I'm a planner. So, when we found out that I was pregnant, I was in shock. Ok. Not really in shock. More like completely terrified!

I had just went back to work, teaching 4K part-time, and I was really enjoying it. I felt like I was able to get out of the house, do something I was passionate about, work with some fabulous women, but still have time to spend with your brothers. So, when I had an inkling that I was expecting, I avoided it. Literally. For nearly two weeks. I just wasn't ready to find out for sure. And then when I did, find out "for sure",  I wasn't so sure how to feel about it!

Of course, there were the regular feelings I'm sure most women experience with a surprise pregnancy... Things like: "But, I just went back to work" and "The boys are starting to get easy and now I'll be starting over with a baby" and "I never wanted 3 kids... Where on earth are we going to put this child and all of it's "stuff"?"

But, for me, there was also fear. This underlying fear of the unknown. What would I do if something was "wrong" with you? That sounds horrible, but it's what I felt. The "what ifs?" were completely terrifying and I wasn't sure I could risk the fact that, at the end of the day, there could be something wrong and there would be nothing I could do... And, if there was something "wrong", how would I manage two children with special needs?

And what was even more terrifying than the idea of having a child with medical fragility, was my fear of myself. My postpartum with Jayce was hard. Like, lasted for over one entire year, HARD. Yes. A lot of it was centered around Jayce's illness and diagnosis and never-ending doctor visits, but it was still there. I ask myself often, "would've the postpartum been as bad if Jayce were healthy?" I'm not sure, but I wasn't ready to risk it. What if I couldn't handle a third child? What if I lost it again?

It was all just too much. So, I visited with my doctor and she began to ease my mind. We did some  testing to rule out any medical issues that can be detected early, had 2 ultrasounds (one at 7 weeks and then again at 12 weeks), and we talked... A LOT. We talked about all of the things that I was scared of. And I started to feel better.

Then, after our 12 week ultrasound where I saw you wiggling and stretching with legs and arms and a beating heart, I began to feel joy and happiness and excitement. And that joy was unlike any other when I finally told your biggest brother Wil that you would be coming after he turned five.







Wil has been the only person in this family who has been asking for you. He's been asking for another baby for over a year and the fact that I could tell him his wish was coming true was one of my best days with him thus far. Seeing the excitement in his eyes was beyond what I could express to you. He will love you so, so much. He swears you are a girl baby, by the way! Has said it from day one... I told him we'd find out before Christmas!

You see, I think you were meant to be. You were meant to be ours. You are the final piece to this family puzzle we've created. And, you will be giving ME something back that I didn't get to experience with Jayce. Something I've been longing for.  I'll get to experience (God willing) a beautiful delivery, a family suite where people will visit and hug and kiss on you, bringing you home to meet your brothers when you are just days old, late-night feeds (helpfully I'll be able to nurse) and snuggles. I'll be able to watch you grow and learn without fear. I'll take you in and bond with you instantly. I know I will. I have to. This is my chance to experience a new life all over again and I feel so blessed that I have this opportunity. I will not let you (or me) down.

Now, I am almost 20 weeks pregnant. Almost half-way there. I feel you move ALL THE TIME and it's like experiencing it for the first time. Maybe it's because I'm older. Maybe it's because of all that I experienced with Jayce, but whatever it is, I am taking this all in. I'm noticing everything. I'm enjoying watching my body change and grow and I'm loving knowing that you're in there. I don't take it for granted. Not one day.

Please know, that even though you were our surprise, you were completely planned for. I cannot wait to meet you! I pray every day (and have an entire calvary praying right along with me) that everything will be ok. See you soon, little one...

Toddler Beds Rock! No. They don't.

So, here's a good "Mom" question. Do you have one child who really rocks at something and another child who really sucks at it? I do! Ok. That doesn't sound very nice. Let me explain...

It seems like everything that was "easy" about Wil is super hard with Jayce. For example, Wil was the EASIEST baby ever! Slept through the night (seriously, like 12 straight hours) by 3 months old, never cried unless he was hungry, woke up with a mouthful of teeth (ok, maybe not, but I never noticed the new ones coming in because he NEVER cried or fussed about them), traveled like a pro (we took him to Cedar Rapids, IA at 10 weeks old to visit his Great Grandpa - an almost 4 hour trip - and he was a peach), eats EVERYTHING IN SIGHT, and transitioned to the toddler bed TWIN bed with ease (he NEVER got out, just would call my name when he was ready to wake up).

All of those things.... Jayce completely sucks at! I'm sorry. But, it's true! He just sucks at them! He was the world's hardest baby - Had colic (serious, legit colic) until 6 months old, didn't sleep through the night until like 18 months old, was a horrible "teether", hated the car until he was faced forward shortly after his first birthday (even now there are times when he's a whiney, fussy, punk!). He doesn't eat. Hardly at all! He won't try ANYTHING new and basically only eats yogurt, cheese, crackers, some fruit and some meats. That's it. 

Annnnnnd, the transition to big boy bed has sucked. It has completely sucked! 

He thought it was a great idea. He loved the idea of it really, but he also loved the fact that he could get out of bed, which sucked. For me. 

The lady who NEEDS at least 8 consecutive hours of sleep each night or I cry. 

I do. I seriously cry. 

A lot.

He's pretending to be "sleeping" in this picture after I busted him.

We tried everything. We literally had to trap him in his room! We had to tape all of the door covers (you know, those covers that kids aren't supposed to be able to open - the plastic covers on the door knobs? Well, he can open them.) We had to remove all of his furniture. No more toys or rocking horse made by Poppa Fishing or comfy rocking chair to snuggle in because he would move everything and do this:

The funny thing is, I knew when he was up and around because he'd talk to himself the entire time. I'd stand outside his door and hear him say, "walking feet, Jayce! Up! Up! Up!" and I'd know he was climbing on that d*#n dresser again! So, I'd bust him and toss lovingly put him back to bed.

Sometimes he'd take all of his clothes off and put knew clothes on. Scattering the uninteresting choices around the room.

Then, he would decide he was done with his nap, so he'd knock on the door and say, "Knock. Knock. Knock. All done, Mom. Mom! Mooom! MOOOOOOOOOM!!!!"

Then, sometimes, after a couple of hours, he'd fall asleep.

This was every day. For 2 straight months. Nap time and bedtime.

So, then I did this.

Toddler bed, sort of. Really it's just a crib he can't jump out of! I might have to keep him here until he's 12.

In other news...

He does this:

He climbs everything. 

Wil NEVER did stuff like this.

I didn't know what "baby proofing" was until I had Jayce.

Seriously?