" I had my two month check up today and they say I am going to be a big boy one day and that I definitely haven't missed any meals! I already weigh 14 pounds and 6 ounces and I have grown to be 24 1/2 inches long! I am busy learning how to hold my head up and if you smile at me I will smile and coo back. I already know what I like and I will let you know it if you aren't doing things right. Come by sometime to play and carry me around!"Monday, August 27, 2007
In the words of Cohen...
" I had my two month check up today and they say I am going to be a big boy one day and that I definitely haven't missed any meals! I already weigh 14 pounds and 6 ounces and I have grown to be 24 1/2 inches long! I am busy learning how to hold my head up and if you smile at me I will smile and coo back. I already know what I like and I will let you know it if you aren't doing things right. Come by sometime to play and carry me around!"
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Stewart Falls
Last night we went hiking to Stewart Falls with Jen, Carter and Dylan, who are some of our best friends. (It was weird doing this hike because the last time Scott and I were up there was the week that he proposed to me over four years ago.) This hike was the first real exercise I have done since having the baby almost 10 weeks ago. In the beginning I decided I wanted to carry Cohen in the Baby Bjorn and the extra 13+ pounds about KILLED me and we stopped mid hike and traded backpacks. After that Jen only had to push me up the steep slope once (OK maybe twice). Cohen was awake for a little while and seemed to enjoy the view until he fell asleep again from the swaying motion. That was the first time he stayed awake in the carrier long enough to see where we were. I was really happy when we got to the waterfall! It was so beautiful and relaxing to be in the middle of the Wasatch mountains (and out of the house). We rested by the waterfall for about an hour and fed the babies and ourselves and took a few pictures. By the time we headed back it was dark and I used the poor excuse for a flashlight that we have to see. I don't have good night vision and the whole way back I was praying I wouldn't twist my ankle and fall into the rocky stream down hill from me. Well, I didn't and the animal that we heard snorting/growling in the bushes didn't end up killing us either. I feel pretty lucky to have made it home alive. We think we will do it again next month!
Scott the Builder
Scott finished building this beautiful deck last week. He did such a great job especially since it was the first deck he had ever built! It is made out of Trex which is 100% recycled material that has no up keep which I think is pretty cool. Now he just needs to build me one... :) 
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Izzy's "Exciting" Adventure
Our first child, aka Izzy, was in a tragic banana chair accident when she was just a few months old where her left front leg was rolled on. At the time we didn't know it stunted the growth of one bone in her leg by cracking the growth plate. As she grew the other bone kept growing and curved which didn't became really apparent until the last few months. Her leg was weak and would give out and cause her pain. So we decided to do a surgery that would remove bone from the center of the curved bone and then reconnect it with a metal plate and
screws to straighten it.(This ended up costing us more than twice what we originally paid for her, that is an expensive left leg!) One interesting fact about Izzy having a metal plate in her front left leg is that Scott also has a metal plate in his left arm from a tragic trampoline accident of his own. Haven't you always heard that animals resemble their owners?
Monday, August 13, 2007
Two Months Old!
Dear Cohen,
Today you turned two months old. I intended on writing you a letter each month before you were born and I already missed your first month. Up to this point I have considered showering daily an accomplishment so it doesn't surprise me that I didn't get to it. I can remember our life before you came to us and I now know why I instinctively wanted you so badl
y for all of those years.
Before you were born I slept more than three hours at a time, but I longed to know how wonderful holding you and smelling your skin at 3 am could be. Before you were born your daddy and I had date nights several times a week, but I never knew how content I could be just staying home every night cuddling, bathing and feeding you. Having you here has given us more happiness than I could have imagined. It also has been a growing experience that has taught me that sleep is not quite as important as I once thought it was. I have learned that there is always something that needs to be done, but keeping everything clean isn't quite as important as I thought that once was as well. Instead I hold you a little longer and squeeze you a little tighter and kiss you a few more times because you are growing up faster than I thought possible! You have already changed from my newborn baby into a growing infant that is exploring the world through your eyes.
Some of the sweetest moments in the last couple weeks have been when you started smiling at us. And now each day I look forward to you waking up and hopefully showing me your open mouth, toothless grin.
The day you were born I nicknamed you our little pterodactyl because that is what your cry sounded like. Since then there have been so many things I have grown to love about you. I love watching you while you sleep. You are a very loud active sleeper and this haunted me at night the first few weeks until I became accustomed to your grunts, coos, moans, groans, barks and squeaks. Your eyes flutter as well and your mouth moves in sudden grins with sighs of happiness to huge pouty frowns with whines and whimpers. One of your daddy's and my favorite memories with you has been when you sang "opera" to us in your sleep.
We love to bath you. Most of the time you are very calm and content in the water, but occasionally you get worked up and use it as your own personal toilet. I love nursing you which you might have mixed feelings about this thought later in life, but I really enjoy the time we spend together. I love being able to provide you with the nourishment and comfort and the fact that I know you always need me every two to three hours is a comfort to me as well.
Cohen, you have given me the best gift I have ever received, the opportunity to be a mother. Your Mother.
Love, Mama
Today you turned two months old. I intended on writing you a letter each month before you were born and I already missed your first month. Up to this point I have considered showering daily an accomplishment so it doesn't surprise me that I didn't get to it. I can remember our life before you came to us and I now know why I instinctively wanted you so badl
y for all of those years.Before you were born I slept more than three hours at a time, but I longed to know how wonderful holding you and smelling your skin at 3 am could be. Before you were born your daddy and I had date nights several times a week, but I never knew how content I could be just staying home every night cuddling, bathing and feeding you. Having you here has given us more happiness than I could have imagined. It also has been a growing experience that has taught me that sleep is not quite as important as I once thought it was. I have learned that there is always something that needs to be done, but keeping everything clean isn't quite as important as I thought that once was as well. Instead I hold you a little longer and squeeze you a little tighter and kiss you a few more times because you are growing up faster than I thought possible! You have already changed from my newborn baby into a growing infant that is exploring the world through your eyes.
Some of the sweetest moments in the last couple weeks have been when you started smiling at us. And now each day I look forward to you waking up and hopefully showing me your open mouth, toothless grin.
The day you were born I nicknamed you our little pterodactyl because that is what your cry sounded like. Since then there have been so many things I have grown to love about you. I love watching you while you sleep. You are a very loud active sleeper and this haunted me at night the first few weeks until I became accustomed to your grunts, coos, moans, groans, barks and squeaks. Your eyes flutter as well and your mouth moves in sudden grins with sighs of happiness to huge pouty frowns with whines and whimpers. One of your daddy's and my favorite memories with you has been when you sang "opera" to us in your sleep.
We love to bath you. Most of the time you are very calm and content in the water, but occasionally you get worked up and use it as your own personal toilet. I love nursing you which you might have mixed feelings about this thought later in life, but I really enjoy the time we spend together. I love being able to provide you with the nourishment and comfort and the fact that I know you always need me every two to three hours is a comfort to me as well.
Cohen, you have given me the best gift I have ever received, the opportunity to be a mother. Your Mother.
Love, Mama
Friday, August 3, 2007
The weeks just fly by...
Seven Weeks
Six Weeks
Five Weeks
Four Weeks
Three Weeks
Two Weeks
One Week
Just a couple days old
Great-Grandparents ARE GREAT!
Cohen is lucky enough to have two sets of great grandparents on my side and one great grandma on Scott's side.My mom's parents were able to come and visit from Moab when he was almost three weeks. We had so much fun having them here! They spoiled Cohen with lots of hugs and kisses and we were all very sad when they left!
Hopefully he will be able to meet his other great grandparents and grandma soon!
Cousins!
Here are some of Cohen's cousins holding him. What a lucky little boy to have such fun kids to play with as he grows up!
Kaden (3 years old)
Kaden (3 years old)
Elle (5)
Devan (6)
The Ranch Road Trip
Last year Scott completely gutted and remodled this home. On our way down to the Ranch for the family reunion a couple weeks ago we had to stop in Santaquin and feed the baby. (Ya, we got really far huh?) We decided to go by and see the house and we took this picture then. It still looks great!
When we finally did reach the Ranch we enjoyed relaxing and hanging out with all of Scott's cousins that we don't get to see too often. We miss you guys!!!
Cohen's Baby Blessing
Cohen was blessed on July 8th in the same outfit that his grandpa and daddy were both blessed in. It was a very special day with lots of our friends and family around to celebrate!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Cohen's Birth Story
My pregnancy had flown by after reaching the second trimester and I was still really enjoying having my baby safe inside me at 37 weeks. Over that last week I had become increasingly uncomfortable, but not enough for me to wish I was done. Then two weeks and five days before my due date I was asleep in bed at about 6:30 am when I turned from the left side to my right side and I felt like my water broke. I woke Scott up and we both figured it was a false alarm so I called labor and delivery to explain what I was experiencing and they told me to come in and they would check to see if it really was amniotic fluid.
At this time my hair wasn't washed like I wanted for labor day and my make up wasn't done like I wanted and my bag wasn't completely packed like I wanted and the house wasn't clean like I wanted, but everything about this pregnancy and baby was on it's own time schedule so it really shouldn't have surprised us. Once I got off the phone and told Scott that they told me to come on in he looked at me intently and we both realized what this meant... our baby was finally on his way! June 13th is Cohen's birth day! I then did what any person would do when they are going to have a baby within hours and did my make up! At this point in time we both forgot the English language and in incomplete sentences Scott and I tried to communicate and finish packing our bags. We frantically raced from room to room trying to remember every item that I thought I might possibly want. We also gave Izzy a couple bowls of food and water not knowing when Scott would be back to check on her (don't worry she has a doggy door to our back yard).
The ride to the hospital was exciting and scary and meaningful. This was the last ride we would take together only as a couple. The next time baby would make our family of three. We arrived at the American Fork Hospital in labor and delivery at around 8 am. I was having light cramping, but nothing I thought was labor. I was checked into Triage where they hooked me up to monitors to confirm I was having contractions and then they confirmed that my water had broke. I was dilated to a four and 100% effaced. Once they admitted us and we were in our room they placed my IV of petocin in to induce more contractions and to speed things up a bit. By 11 my mom had arrived with reinforcements (food) for Scott and music for me. At noon I started to feel more uncomfortable so I thought this would be a good time to ask for the epidural. (I think the IV was worse than the epi.) By 2 my two sisters arrived and some nurse upped my petocin level because I was hanging around at 5 cm. Things started to get really painful at this point which lasted over a half hour as before I was in a medicated lala land resting and enjoying my birth experience- besides one side effect of the epidural which caused me to feel itchy all over. My nurse had left to an emergency c-section and when she came back to find me in tears squeezing Scott's hand to a non-circulation status she asked who had turned the petocin so high because I was having contractions every minute that lasted a minute- yes, basically one big long constant contraction! She turned it down and they gave me an extra shot of pain meds where at this time I was able to rest a little more. At a little after 5 pm I was feeling the pressure to push so they got the nurse and when she checked me she said I was at a 9 ++ which means I am not fully dilated and had to try and hold in the pressure for over 15 minutes until I was a full 10 cm. This part was really hard for me. Scott was there holding my hand and leaning over closely to my face he lovingly guided me through controlling the pain and intense pressure I was feeling until the doctor arrived. (I really couldn't have picked a better labor coach!) I told our doctor I really needed to get the baby out of me NOW and he allowed me to push- yeah! Finally! Scott encouraged me and I pushed! After an episiotomy to avoid the tearing that had started his head came out and they told me to stop pushing so they could suction the fluid from his throat for his first breath! Next came his shoulders once I was able to push again, oh the lovely shoulders. Lets just say that I felt more than I thought I would... I wanted to scream, but I didn't because I was concentrating on getting that baby out- FINALLY!
At 6:07 pm Cohen Scott Green took his first breath and started his life with a amazingly reassuring cry. They laid my beautiful newborn son on my stomach and continued to clean him off. As you can imagine and we have all experienced, but just don't remember birth can be very frightening and so he did what any overwhelmed newborn would do and peed. After weighing him and measuring him they then swaddled him tightly and handed him to his daddy where Scott was able to hold our baby for the first time. He weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces (which Scott had guessed exactly earlier that day) and was 20 inches long and had a lop sided cone head from having his head turned slightly to the right as well as swollen eyes and a tongue that loved to continuously poke out. His skin still had the white coating, called vernix that protects them from their long bath, all over. He was so perfect and healthy and beautiful and everything I had hoped for and pictured and more that I could even imagine.
I am so glad you were born Cohen, the world wouldn't be the same without you...
At this time my hair wasn't washed like I wanted for labor day and my make up wasn't done like I wanted and my bag wasn't completely packed like I wanted and the house wasn't clean like I wanted, but everything about this pregnancy and baby was on it's own time schedule so it really shouldn't have surprised us. Once I got off the phone and told Scott that they told me to come on in he looked at me intently and we both realized what this meant... our baby was finally on his way! June 13th is Cohen's birth day! I then did what any person would do when they are going to have a baby within hours and did my make up! At this point in time we both forgot the English language and in incomplete sentences Scott and I tried to communicate and finish packing our bags. We frantically raced from room to room trying to remember every item that I thought I might possibly want. We also gave Izzy a couple bowls of food and water not knowing when Scott would be back to check on her (don't worry she has a doggy door to our back yard).
The ride to the hospital was exciting and scary and meaningful. This was the last ride we would take together only as a couple. The next time baby would make our family of three. We arrived at the American Fork Hospital in labor and delivery at around 8 am. I was having light cramping, but nothing I thought was labor. I was checked into Triage where they hooked me up to monitors to confirm I was having contractions and then they confirmed that my water had broke. I was dilated to a four and 100% effaced. Once they admitted us and we were in our room they placed my IV of petocin in to induce more contractions and to speed things up a bit. By 11 my mom had arrived with reinforcements (food) for Scott and music for me. At noon I started to feel more uncomfortable so I thought this would be a good time to ask for the epidural. (I think the IV was worse than the epi.) By 2 my two sisters arrived and some nurse upped my petocin level because I was hanging around at 5 cm. Things started to get really painful at this point which lasted over a half hour as before I was in a medicated lala land resting and enjoying my birth experience- besides one side effect of the epidural which caused me to feel itchy all over. My nurse had left to an emergency c-section and when she came back to find me in tears squeezing Scott's hand to a non-circulation status she asked who had turned the petocin so high because I was having contractions every minute that lasted a minute- yes, basically one big long constant contraction! She turned it down and they gave me an extra shot of pain meds where at this time I was able to rest a little more. At a little after 5 pm I was feeling the pressure to push so they got the nurse and when she checked me she said I was at a 9 ++ which means I am not fully dilated and had to try and hold in the pressure for over 15 minutes until I was a full 10 cm. This part was really hard for me. Scott was there holding my hand and leaning over closely to my face he lovingly guided me through controlling the pain and intense pressure I was feeling until the doctor arrived. (I really couldn't have picked a better labor coach!) I told our doctor I really needed to get the baby out of me NOW and he allowed me to push- yeah! Finally! Scott encouraged me and I pushed! After an episiotomy to avoid the tearing that had started his head came out and they told me to stop pushing so they could suction the fluid from his throat for his first breath! Next came his shoulders once I was able to push again, oh the lovely shoulders. Lets just say that I felt more than I thought I would... I wanted to scream, but I didn't because I was concentrating on getting that baby out- FINALLY!
At 6:07 pm Cohen Scott Green took his first breath and started his life with a amazingly reassuring cry. They laid my beautiful newborn son on my stomach and continued to clean him off. As you can imagine and we have all experienced, but just don't remember birth can be very frightening and so he did what any overwhelmed newborn would do and peed. After weighing him and measuring him they then swaddled him tightly and handed him to his daddy where Scott was able to hold our baby for the first time. He weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces (which Scott had guessed exactly earlier that day) and was 20 inches long and had a lop sided cone head from having his head turned slightly to the right as well as swollen eyes and a tongue that loved to continuously poke out. His skin still had the white coating, called vernix that protects them from their long bath, all over. He was so perfect and healthy and beautiful and everything I had hoped for and pictured and more that I could even imagine.
I am so glad you were born Cohen, the world wouldn't be the same without you...
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