Friday, October 30, 2009

New Introductions

Knox... Meet your big brother, Tre, who will watch over you, have your back, and smack you around once in a while. And Brooklyn, your big sister, who I'm sure will blame you for everything, accuse you of taking her toys but will nurture you like a little mommy and love you with all her heart. Welcome to TEAM KUHN, Knox!


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

He's Here! Our Little Miracle...

Knox Buster Kuhn: Born 10/22/09 at 8:43pm. 7lbs. 2 oz. 20 1/2 in. Beautiful and healthy!























He 's here and he's awesome! He came with quite a scare! I went in Thursday for my check up and my doctor had told me if I was dilated at all he would help move me along. Right before he checked, my stomach started to contract and made a weird shape. "Has it been doing this?" my doctor said. "Off and on," I said. "Ummm... I'm sending you to the hospital. I think you'll have this baby in 24 hours no problem!"
So we went. They made us walk around a bit to get things moving. Sure enough, it helped. By 2pm we were officially checked in and offered me an epidural on the spot. This was by far my best labor experience I'd had! Before I knew it, it was time to push! I pushed for about 30-40 minutes and he arrived! Everything was perfect... until he delivered. I had pushed him sunny side up (they usually come out face down) but I had done this with Brooklyn as well. As soon as he came out, he collapsed and wasn't breathing. The doctor quickly cut the cord and all of a sudden I hear "CODE WHITE!! CODE WHITE!!" A ton of nurses rushed to the room to help him. He still wasn't breathing. They were trying to resitate him, but nothing was happening. Poor Freddy was so terrified he had to sit down and just wait for results. We were both in tears! It's amazing how long a minute was in that room. I kept asking, "He's OK, right?" No answer. Freddy was looking at the floor. I saw his face had turned white. "Breathe, sweetie, breathe," I said under my breath. "Is he OK?" No answer. At the time I didn't know what to feel. I knew I'd either walk out of the hospital with and baby... or not. It's funny what the human spirit can really handle, because I was sober as to what was happening, but calm at the same time. Wish I could've said the same for Freddy. He wasn't taking it very well. Finally, after almost 3 minutes, they got him back. "We got him!" they assured us as they were trying to calm us down. They wrapped him up, walked him over to me to see his face and rushed him to the NICU. And that was it. I hadn't held him, touched him, or hardly saw what he looked like, but at that point I just wanted to make sure they were taking care of him. Freddy and I just sat there with tears in our eyes hardly believing what we had just gone though, waiting for answers. Finally a doctor came in and gave us a few. Apparently the delivery was a lot for Knox to take. As soon as he came out, his heart and lungs gave and couldn't take it. That's all we knew.
That night we were emotional wrecks. I wanted to just see him and Freddy had gone in to look at him covered with an oxygen helmet and wires from every angle. Freddy was really taking everything very hard. I felt like I was hit by a truck so I didn't have time to worry about details. He was breathing... that's all I really cared about at the time.
The next morning, one of the x-rays showed he had a pnuemothorax, a hole in his lung possibly caused from the resesitation. A some point I just broke down cause I wanted to see him so bad. More than anything, I was worried that if anything were to happen to him, I would have never held my little, baby boy in my arms. From what I heard, and being sensitive to me, Freddy left the room a few times and had his own melt downs. He pulled some strings and they eventually got me in there, and let me hold him. A surreal moment.
The NICU wanted to keep him for a couple of days. It was hard to not bring him home right away. But the nurses and doctors took such good care of him. He was doing better every hour and improving so fast. After about a week, we finally got to take him home yesterday. Hallaluia! We are are so glad he's healthy and happy and home where he belongs!
Freddy came up with Knox, the last name of a surfer he likes. Buster was my grandfather's name. He is such a good baby and we are truly blessed he's pulled through and is a beautiful addition to our family!! Welcome, Knox!

Me waiting to deliver.



















Just after being revived.



















First time I held him.












































































































Visiting him while in the NICU.















Nana and Papa came to visit.





























Going home!!!






























Ready to go.


Hooray for miracles! Prayers were so appreciated! Thank you!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Football Action with Freddy

Freddy playing with his team "Liquid"

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Ever Famous "Kissing Mommy's Tummy" Picture


38 Weeks... Let's do this!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Pumpkin City

We were supposed to go to Disneyland yesterday to see all of the fun Halloween decorations for this month, but it was slammed! So we chose to take the kids to a local Pumpkin Patch that actually turned out to be more fun for the kids anyway! They had bouncy houses, a petting zoo, and pony rides. The kids loved it! We had to use Freddy's camera phone because I didn't bring the regular camera. (I'm slackin'!) So the pictures aren't terribly clear. I have a great picture where I'm blending in with my fellow pumpkins... See if you can find me! ;)










Sunday, October 11, 2009

A Gift Waiting for 12 Years


In college, I taught dance at a ballet studio for work. There was one year one of my students dropped out of the end of year concert and I kept her extra costume in the back of my car for the longest time. When it can time to clear out my car, which happened only so often, I wasn't sure what to do with it. So I kept it thinking one day I may have a little girl to give it to. I came across it a few weeks ago and just about cried when I found it! She loves it! My little ballerina. I hope she'll have some kind of interest in dancing, though I will support whatever she wants to do. I'm so glad I kept it. There's some growing room. It was worth waiting to see it on my baby girl... (Notice her matching purple princess shoes she coordinated herself!)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

35 Weeks


FYI- Tre took this picture! He's actually really good with the camera!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

"For it's 1...2...3 strikes, you're out..."

Freddy took Tre to a Pardes game on Tuesday and Tre had a BLAST! I was worried because the game started during his bedtime, but he had so much fun and apparently did very well! They had a mini baseball field for the kids to run and play at. He got to hit the ball and run to the bases, unfortunately with his flops on. (Way to go on that, mom.) There's a quick video of him running on the bottom. Such a cutie!





'Cause You Can't Stop Good Taste!

I walked in on Brooklyn with this ensemble on. A princess/ballerina by nature. Love it!



Accessories, ie. necklace/purse, are a bonus with her fashion sense...