Look at Owen grow!

A whole bunch of pictures...

(I thought I did a good job taking weekly pictures but now that I put them all together I've realized I've missed some chunks. Sad.)

Two days old in his coming home outfit

5 days

9 days

3 1/2 weeks

4 weeks old

4 1/2 weeks (1 month!)

6 1/2 weeks on his blessing day

7 weeks in his pajamas

8 weeks

8 1/2 weeks

10 weeks

11 weeks

12 weeks

13 weeks

16 weeks



Owen's Blessing

Owen was blessed on May 6th by his daddy. It was Clark's very first oppurtunity to give a blessing as a dad and he did such a great job! Owen, the little stinker, cried through the whole thing and made Clark have a hard time concentrating but you could tell he was trying hard to listen to the spirit and still was able to say what he needed to say. I am so lucky to have a husband who holds the priesthood and I am so proud of what a great job he did! 

I am also so lucky to have so much family close who is always so supportive. I am not sure if I remember everyone who stood in the circle but among them were: My dad, Travis, Uncle Dan, Owen's Grandpa Bob and Great Grandpa Sam, Clark's Dad and Grandpa, Clark's cousins Matt and Sean, and Gus and Clint...

Afterwards we all gathered at my familys house for BBQ pork sandwiches, salads, and desserts. My parents were awesome and pretty much planned the whole thing, made the pork, and let us have it at their house. They are awesome.

He LOVED getting dressed in his blessing outfit. not!

Proud momma

It only looks like Clark is trying to suffocate him. He was really just holding his binky in.

My family

Grandma and Grandpa Menlove were so proud

I was so glad Great Grandpa Sam and Grandma Bennie could come

G.G. and Grandpa Bob

(Don't ask me why Clark and I are posing so weird. I have no idea why Clark is turned sideways and I look like I've never held a baby before.)

The gang at My family's house afterwards.

The best friends in the whole world.

Four Generations of Drishinskis.

I'm new at this...

I can't believe how amazing my life has been lately and I've been meaning to write it all down so i don't forget any of it. I figured I would start a blog so those who are interested, can see what we are up to also :)

I want to start with my labor story. This is where our new life started. Like I said, this is more for me so I don't care if it 4 months late and it's long and boring and filled with details. I won't blame you for skipping it. Or at least just skimming.

So... for weeks before my due date my doctor was saying that I was already effaced and dialated and to expect they baby to come anyday. So everyday for weeks I waited... and waited for my baby to come. Every night I stayed up thinking I would have a baby by morning and every morning I got up thinking I'd have a baby before I went to bed. It was a stressful couple of weeks at best. I kept working at Sizzler, which kept getting harder everyday with my big belly.

The week before my due date the doctor said he would schedule my next week appointment even though he doubted I would make it till then. So again, I waited and waited and again no baby. My brother came home from his mission that weekend so like I promised him, he didn't miss any nieces or nephews being born while he was gone. Even though I secretly wouldn't have minded if he missed it by a day or two. I even made it to his homecoming two days before my due date. The doctors appointment on the day before my due date we scheduled a time to be induced two days later. By this point I had given up on the baby coming naturally. I was sure I was going to make it to be induced.

The day before my due date I went to my doctors appointment and then I came home. I watched some Gilmore Girls and took a nap and waited for Clark to come home from school. I was getting contractions but they were no worse than any other day so I wasn't worried. When Clark came home we went to my familys house and had chicken alfredo for dinner. Then I helped my mom with some baby blankets and Clark helped my dad with some things. Later that night we went to Walmart. I really wanted to make sure we had food before the baby came but I was too afraid to go by myself incase anything happened. While we were there I was getting contractions that were getting worse, but they still didn't hurt very bad so I just ignored them. We got back to our apartment and that's when I started getting really uncomfortable but again, I wasn't really in pain so I didn't say anything to Clark yet. We put our groceries away and went to bed at about 10. Clark fell right asleep and I stayed up laying in bed feeling my contractions. At about midnight they started getting super painful. Little Owen was just being obedient and waited until exactly his due date to come. I woke Clark up and we counted them and found they were coming 6 minutes apart. We waited around for a little bit. We went downstairs and sat on the couch until they got too much to handle so I finished packing a few things and we headed to the hospital. We drove the whole 2 seconds to the hospital. I know it probably would have been just as fast to walk across the street, but seeing as how I was sitting on the kitchen floor in too much pain to stand up I thought it best to drive.

When we got there a lady stopped us in the parking lot and wanted us to help her jumpstart her car. I was super annoyed. Could she not see that I was in labor?! But Clark, being in a little better mood told her he would help me check in and then see if he could come back and help her, but he neve did. We went and checked in. They asked us a ton of questions that I tried to answer through contractions. Finally we got to head up to Labor and Delivery. In the elevator the contractions got so bad I couldn't even stand. I know I'm a baby when it comes to pain. But it hurt A LOT. They took us to our delivery room and hooked me up to the IV's and asked me bunch more questions. All I remember is wanting the epidural and they kept telling me they had to wait for the lab results to come back. I always thought that the epidural would be the part I would be the most scared for but being in that much pain, I didn't care what I had to do to make it go away. I remember even starting to think it wasn't worth it to have a baby! Then I got the epidural and everything was SO much better. I wasn't in pain anymore, and I just felt so peaceful and warm :) That was at about two in the morning and they left us for a little bit, Clark fell asleep on the couch and I played games on his ipod and wondered about my baby. They would come in and check me every so often. They broke my water, and put a sensor thing on Owens head. Finally at about six o'clock it was time to push. It was so scary and awesome and nerve racking and amazing all at once. 

Owen Wade was born at 7:21. I had to hold back tears because he looked so beautiful. Here I was preparing myself to have a weird, alien looking baby and all I could think was that he looked absolutely perfect.

His skin was perfect. His head was perfectly shaped. Even his cry was perfect. He weighed 7 lbs. 9 oz. and was 20 inches long. We called my family and they came and saw him mere minutes after he was born. Everybody fell in love with him instantly and he's had everyone wrapped around his finger ever since.

Waiting to have a baby

A little blurry

7 lbs. 8.7 oz. to be exact

Best moment ever getting to hold your baby for the first time, it makes all the pain you just went through totally worth it.

Clark holding his son for the first time

My family loves him.

Uncle Trav is so excited to have another boy in the family

Aunt Rissy

He loved to suck on his fingers, until we gave him a pacifier for the first time that night.

His perfect (but big!) feet.

Roar!

Getting his first bath. He didn't like it as much as he like baths now.

Karen was the first one to find out I was in labor. The perks of working at the hospital!

Aunt Hillary

Owen loves his Great Grandma Menlove

He's my favorite :)

First family photo. We should have asked a nurse to take it for us.