Dylan’s story

It is kind of crazy how drastically different the stories are about how our boys came into this world.  With Jacob, everything was new uncharted territory for us, there was a lot of anticipation and wondering about the unknown.  This time around, I felt more confident and knew what to expect having been through the labor and delivery process before, except I didn’t, because it was completely different.

On April 30th I had a check up with my OB and I was telling her that I was ready to have this baby and my time with my mom here to help was running out.  So we talked about being induced if he didn’t come by his due date.  We looked at her schedule and called the hospital for availability and scheduled an induction for May 6th (3 days after my due date).  I left that appointment feeling better since we now had a plan, if nothing happened before, then I knew that we would be having a baby on the 6th.

A few days later on May 4th, the contractions I was having were getting more intense and more frequent.  I was one day past my due date and I wanted to get checked out and see what was going on.  So Justin and I went to triage and they were pretty busy, but we didn’t have to wait too long before getting checked in.  They hooked me up to the machines and monitored me for an hour.  I was 2.5 cm dilated and was having contractions every 3-5 minutes, but they just were not doing anything.  The nurse told me that I had the option to walk around for 2 hours then come back and see if anything changed, but at that moment I was not in “active enough” labor to be admitted.  We didn’t want to waste time walking around the hospital since I was doing plenty of walking up and down the stairs at home and walking around during all of our errands.  So we went home.

The contractions continued, on May 6th, induction day, I got a phone call at 6:00 am from the hospital telling me that they were so busy and instead of coming in for my induction at 9:00 am, to call them at 9:00 am to see what time I should come in.  When I made the call they told me that they were full with women who were in active labor and I was put on standby but not to expect any availability before noon.  By then I was getting frustrated because “my plan” to have this baby kept getting delayed.  My OB’s office called and said they were working with the hospital to see what they could do to get me in.  As the day went on with no increase in labor and no phone call from the hospital telling me to come in for my induction, I started realizing that it wasn’t going to happen that day.  At 6:00 pm my OB’s office called to tell me that my induction had been pushed back to Friday, May 8th.

The good thing about my induction being postponed was the next day I was able to go to the Mother’s Day brunch at Jake’s preschool!

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I even got my big belly in the teeny tiny preschool chairs and had quiche, fruit and bagels with Jake while admiring the place mat, coffee cup, and crafts he painted and made for me.  Then after realizing I had a miscommunication with my cleaning lady and she was not coming that day as we thought, my mom, Justin’s mom and I cleaned our house before we had to go back and pick Jake up from school.  See what I mean about the whole walking/moving around vs resting up for baby…there was no resting going on.  That night after dinner I had some spotting and my contractions were still going at it, so Justin and I went back to triage.

After getting checked out and monitored, I was still only 2.5 cm dilated and my contractions were the same, just not progressing.  This time they were not as busy and since I was past my due date the doctor wanted me to stay at the hospital and walk around but she didn’t want to admit me to labor and delivery yet.  So we were told to walk around for 2 hours and come back.  I was ready to have this baby and didn’t want to go home only to come back the next day for my induction, or run the risk of them calling me to tell me not to come in for my induction because they were busy.  I had my foot in the door and I was not taking it out!  So we walked…we went up and down every hallway, we looked at all the pictures on the wall and read all the plaques next to the pictures.  We explored the “Suzy’s Zoo” artwork on display in the hallway leading into the NICU, which reminded me so much of my Grandma since she used to write notes to me on Suzy’s Zoo cards all the time.  Since it was late, the coffee cart was closed and when we asked the reception desk if there was somewhere Justin could get a cup of coffee they said there was not.  When we were walking away, one of the ladies ran after us and said she would get Justin a cup from the doctor’s lounge, another point for Mary Birch, we love this hospital!  We rode the elevator between floors and smiled and nodded at the same people we passed countless times.  As we walked we talked, it was kind of nice since Justin and I rarely have 2 hours of uninterrupted time, away from home and all the distractions to just talk.  Twice we stopped to sit down and rest, my back was killing me.  After the second time we sat down it was about 10:15pm and we got up to walk out the last 15 minutes of our 2 hours and my water broke! Hallelujah!  I was so happy and we quickly made our way back to triage.  After getting changed and hooked back up to the machines, they checked me and said I was still only 2.5, maybe 3 cm dilated.  We started the admitting process and they took me up to Labor and Delivery.  Justin’s parents arrived at our house to take over with Jake and my mom came to the hospital.  Since the contractions were still tolerable and I was not that far dilated I decided not to get the epidural right away.  We turned off the lights and laid down to try and get some rest (finally that rest that everyone keeps talking about!) Only it wasn’t too restful for me…It wasn’t long before my contractions started getting stronger and more intense.  Finally I told Justin to get a nurse because I was in pain and wanted the epidural.  The nurse checked me and I was 7 cm dilated, she told me that the anesthesiologist was tied up in a double emergency cesarean section and would not be able to get to me for another 30-45 minutes.  At that point my contractions were coming fast and furious and shortly after I felt the intense need to push.  I told my mom to get the nurses again and when she opened the door they were all huddled around my monitor outside the room waiting, they knew it was coming.  They came in and bustled around the room getting everything ready.  I kept thinking, no you can’t get things ready yet, I haven’t had my epidural yet!  Then they started coaching me through the pushing process.  After a few pushes, one of the nurses told me that his heart rate was dropping with every contraction so they needed to get him out asap and she left to get the doctor.  Then the anesthesiologist walked in and I was never so happy to see anyone in my life.  He apologized that I had to wait and said he heard I wanted an epidural and I said yes!  Before he could say anything else the lead nurse walked in and said, sorry no time, the doctor is on her way and we are getting this baby out now.  The anesthesiologist wished me luck and reassured me that I was in good hands and left.  I looked at Justin and my mom and said I don’t want to do this without an epidural! But I really didn’t have a choice.  I don’t remember all the details after that since it happened pretty quickly.  But basically the doctor showed up, she attached a suction cup to his head and after a couple of pushes, he was out.  The cord was wrapped around his neck, that is why his heart rate kept dropping.  From the time I started pushing to the time he was born was only 30 minutes, it felt a lot longer than that!  They put him on my chest and we snuggled for about an hour and a half before they took him to check his stats.

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Before the doctor left she congratulated me saying that I was part of an “elite group” to have a baby naturally, I don’t think I responded to her, I was in shock. Looking back on the process, I am kind of amazed at what happened.  It was not my choice to have a delivery without an epidural, but it really was not as bad as I thought it would be.  Of course at the time I thought this was the worse it could get, I was scared, in pain and everything was happening so fast and I was screaming. In fact, I do remember yelling “get this baby out of me!” during one of my contractions.  And Justin was convinced he was going to have to see an orthopedic surgeon to repair his hand.  No matter how many times he tried to get me to hold on to the rails on the bed or the nurses were trying to get me to grab my thighs when pushing, it was his hand that I had a death grip on. If I had gone into this wanting to do a natural birth, I’m sure it would have been completely different.  I probably would have taken the classes that teach you about meditating and focusing on something (other than your husband’s hand) and breathing techniques and I would have felt more prepared.  Then maybe it wouldn’t have been the frantic frenzy that it was.  About a week and a half later, when talking about my delivery, I remember the word that my mom and Justin used to describe it was intense…That it was…but it was all so worth it…

The result of all the waiting, the contractions, the walking, the intense delivery was the perfect addition to our family.  Dylan Luke was born on May 8, 2015 (on a rainy day, just like his brother) at 4:57am.  He was 8 lbs 3 oz and 22 inches long.  All 10 fingers and toes and a healthy set of lungs.  He is such a blessing and we are in love with this little man.

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Since Mary Birch was so busy the past few days with all those babies being born, they didn’t have any overnight rooms available, so we ended up at Sharp Memorial next door. We were quite the parade of orderlies, nurses, me in a wheelchair holding Dylan, my mom and Justin with all our bags walking through back hallways, underground tunnels between the hospitals and staff elevators to get to our room.  That evening, my mom brought Jacob to the hospital to meet Dylan.

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The next morning Justin’s family came

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I was recovering nicely and Dylan was doing well so we only had to stay one night. We had a checklist of tests and and things that needed to get done before we could leave, including the hearing test, which Dylan passed with flying colors (thank you God!)

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After getting our discharge checklist completed we went home, to the other crazy part of our lives, packing up our house, sickness and moving…More on that to come.

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If there is one thing I’ve learned about my body after two deliveries is after my water breaks, things tend to happen really fast.  And after this time around, IF we decide to have a third (that is a BIG if) I’ve learned not to wait to get the epidural after my water breaks.  Of course things would probably be completely different that time around too!

And I leave you with more pictures of our sweet boy.

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40 Weeks

I never dreamed I would go past my due date.  The old wives tales always say that you are late with your first babies…Jacob was 11 days early. So I assumed I would be early with my second as well.  We had it all planned out, my mom booked her flight to come 2 weeks before my due date to ensure she would be here in time, Justin was telling clients during meetings that he was “on call” and would have to excuse himself if I called, we had the diapers stacked up, hospital bags packed, babysitting arrangements made for Jake and we were ready should he decide to come early.  But God and baby had other plans…my due date came and went, and they decided he would stay snuggled in my belly.

Those last few weeks of my pregnancy I had a lot of pain, there was so much pressure and it was really hard for me to wrangle Jake and get him in and out of the car, I couldn’t even pick him up. I ended up getting down to his level when he wanted to be close to me, then I had a hard time getting up off the floor!  I was so thankful that my mom was here to help with the heavy lifting (Jake)!  I was having lots of Braxton Hicks during my 3rd trimester which turned into contractions during the last few weeks.  There were a lot of them, but no consistency to them.

The remodel on our new house was underway (I will do another post about the house).  Justin, my dad and crew were breaking down and rebuilding our house.  Everyone kept saying to me, I hope you can get some rest before the baby comes. I laugh when I think about that time! Instead of sitting on the couch with my feet up, visiting with my mom, enjoying a cup of coffee in the morning, playing with Jake and “resting”, my mom and I were running around like crazy trying to get as much done as we could before the baby arrived.  We picked out flooring, paint, cabinets, took endless trips to Lowes and Home Depot and took meals over to the new house to feed the crew.  As well as doctors appointments, dropping off/picking up Jake at preschool, packing up our house and making endless phone calls, emails and lists.  The entire time through those weeks I kept thinking it would be any day…any minute…every time I would have a contraction, and I was having them often at this point, while driving, walking down the aisles of Lowe’s, while eating, etc… I would think, okay, is this it?  It rained a couple times during those weeks and Jacob was born on a rainy day, so whenever it started raining I would wonder if that would be the day?  And he actually was born on a rainy day! This time it was past my due date, not before.  Random strangers in public kept asking me when I  was due and when I told them I was X number of days past my due date, their eyes got big and it seemed like they got nervous around me like I was going to go into labor that very second.  A cashier at Home Depot practically ushered me out the door when she found out I was 3 days past my due date, she was telling me how the employees there are very helpful for lots of things, but delivering babies is not their specialty!

Even though it was really hard and uncomfortable, it was nice having that bit of extra time to get things done for the house before he arrived.  As usual, God knew what he was doing.  I just never dreamed I would go past my due date…

Here is the last belly shot, at 40 weeks.

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We survived

I never got into the reality TV series Survivor, but it seemed like everyone I knew watched it when it was popular.  The show was about a group of people who were put in a remote location (like in the jungle or a deserted island) and they had to survive the elements, find shelter, food, etc…  It was a test of not only your physical strength and capabilities but a test of mental and emotional strengths as well. Through a process of elimination one person “won” the show at the end and became the ultimate “Survivor”.  I feel like that has been our life for the past few months.  Except instead of one survivor, we all survived, barely!

It is amazing how much your life can change in such a short time.  Whether or not you planned on the change or knew what was coming or had much time to prepare, sometimes it can turn your life upside down.  In the span of a six weeks, we closed escrow on a new house, started a major remodel on the house, packed up our old house, moved AND had a baby in the middle of all of it. Yes, we knew these things were going to happen. Yes, we tried to prepare as much as we could.  But it was still hard.  It was not our ideal situation to have a baby in the middle of a remodel and move, and to be living in the house during some of the remodel with a 2 year old and newborn, but that is just the way it worked out.  It was crazy, it was hard.  We had SO MUCH help from our family and friends with packing, moving, taking care of the kids (and us) and the remodel and our amazing church family provided meals for us for several weeks, we couldn’t have survived without them all and we are SO thankful for their help.

We are still not done, and won’t be for a while, but at least the major stuff is done and we are living comfortably in our new home.  We’ve finally had a chance to slow down a bit and breathe…and settle into our new normal.  Looking back over the last couple of months, I am amazed at what we did and survived.  It was not easy, it was hard, physically…mentally… and emotionally…but we survived and we have an amazing new house and another precious little boy who joined our family. It was all worth it.

Obviously, this blog was pushed off the radar during the craziness.  I have lots to share and have been trying to remember to take pictures along the way.  I am really trying to make time to sit down and write about all of this because as hard as it all was, it was pretty awesome too and I want to remember it.  So I will be back, soon, I hope 🙂

4 Generations

When Justin and I got married I remember the photographer being in awe that we had so many grandparents on both sides who were able to share our special day with us.  It made for some great wedding photos with all the generations of our family.  Since then we have had to say goodbye to several of them, but there are a couple who are still going strong!  One of them is Jacob’s Oma.  The night before our photo session at Leo Carillo Ranch, I woke up at 2 am which is pretty much the norm with this pregnancy, (I guess he’s preparing me for the 2 am feeding…) and it dawned on me that we would be very close to where Oma lives and my mom happened to be in town and this was a great opportunity to get some nice professional photos of the 4 generations.  So when everyone else woke up that morning and we started getting ready I told my mom my idea and asked our photographer if she would be willing to take a little side trip and do a mini session with Oma and we made it work!

When we arrived, my mom went to get Oma and the rest of us went outside in the courtyard to scope out a place for pictures, and Jacob was showing Justin his favorite swing that he plays on when we go to visit.

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Shower fun and Easter

This last weekend was filled with lots of friends, family and fun!  Justin’s parents and grandma came to visit, and Jacob loves that time spent with them!  On Saturday my girlfriends thew a shower for baby #2.  It was a nice intimate day with some awesome girls who I am so thankful to be on this motherhood journey with!

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At school, Jacob’s class had an Easter party so he was already stocked up on eggs and Easter goodies.  Including a bunny hat he made and kept on his head when we went to go visit Oma later that day.

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So on Easter Sunday we had a nice morning at church and just spent the rest of the day together relaxing.

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Sunday also marked 36 weeks of pregnancy for me.  I am now going to the doctor weekly and all continues to look good.  My belly dropped and our little guy is in position, ready to go. I have been having alot of Braxton Hicks, which I didn’t have too much of with Jacob.  So I keep thinking every single day that I will be going into labor.  Which is kind of good because it motivated me to finally get my hospital bag packed and the infant car seat ready to go! This morning at my checkup I was talking to my doctor about all the Braxton Hicks I’ve been having so she checked to see if I am dialating yet and I am not.  Whew!  That makes me feel a little bit better and I’m just praying that he stays put for at least another week.  Here’s my 36 week belly.

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2nd Baby Belly

I absolutely loved the pictures from our maternity session when I was pregnant with Jacob and his newborn session that we called the same photographer to do it again this time around. There were a couple of places we were considering and we decided on Leo Carillo Ranch in Carlsbad.  They have lots of great old buildings, rustic doors and pretty scenery.

I don’t have a whole lot of story to tell here, just pictures to share…To start it off, at our first maternity session we did this same pose holding a blue elephant that we used as part of Jacob’s weekly photos.  We recreated the same scene only replacing the blue elephant with Jacob.

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And this session was a bit more challenging than last time since we were trying to work with a 2 year old.  My mom came along to stand behind the photographer to try and direct Jacob’s attention, our photographer turned around and snapped a picture of my mom and Justin jumping around behind the scenes.

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Being mom and the fact that photography is my hobby, I am always behind the camera, which means I don’t have any pictures of Jacob and I together.  So we made that happen this day.

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Thank you Terri for taking such wonderful pictures of our family!

The Second Baby Project

A while ago when we announced we were pregnant, I promised to share the story of our second round in our IVF journey…First of all, as I am typing this, I can’t believe it has been this long already, this pregnancy has flown by!  I kind of had a big awakening a couple days ago on how quickly these next few weeks are going to go.  When I was pregnant with Jacob, by this time, I already had my bag packed for the hospital, a Pediatrician lined up, I had most of my checklist completed, car seat installed, etc…So in a frantic moment I called our Pediatrician to see if there was anything I needed to do to add another child to his patient base, thankfully, since we are already established with them, I just have to give them a call when we are ready to schedule his first check-up.  I told Justin we needed to get the infant car seat back out so I can wash the cover and at least have that ready to go.  I don’t even have a checklist and I can tell you right now, it’s not going to happen, we are winging it this time around.  Although, hopefully, I’ll get my hospital bag packed before my water breaks or contractions start!

I also wanted to get this blog post done before our little guy arrives.  As I have said before, the reason I chose to share our journey is because the stories of other people who have been through this gave me comfort and strength to go down that road.  Since I’ve started this blog there are at least 3 (that I am aware of) women that I have been in touch with who are navigating their own way through IVF.  And I have been able to share stories with them, laugh with them and give them as much support as I can.  That makes me feel good, that is what it is all about. I hope there are more women out there who have found comfort & strength in our story, so I have been taking the time to write about our second go at it and you can read it here or by clicking on the Second Baby Project link at the top of the page.

Thank you for all your love, support and prayers!

A day in the life (part 3)

With the upcoming arrival of little baby brother, I thought I would do another installment of a day in the life of Jacob before he has to start sharing the spotlight on this blog.  I did the first one when he was 4 months old, and then again when he was almost 15 months old.  It is so fun to go back and look at these pictures and see how much he has grown in these past two years!

After the first of the year Jacob started two new things, preschool and soccer.  He is only going to preschool two mornings a week but he loves it.  I remember leading up to his first day how I had such mixed emotions.  I was excited at the prospect of having 4 hours two days a week to myself!  Who knew I could be so excited about going grocery shopping alone!  And being able to sit at my computer and actually get work done without Jacob trying to “help” me reply to an email or order something from Amazon.  But I was also feeling very sad, as much as I love the idea of a little break, I was also worried about missing my little guy.  For two years we have spent all day, every day together and I was a little sad about dropping him off somewhere.  Not to mention the fear of will he be okay, are his teachers responsible, how will he handle not having one on one attention, etc…But I also knew it would be so good for him to have the interaction with other kids, it gives him a chance to learn things that I may not be doing with him at home, and practice listening and following direction (especially since he doesn’t seem to be doing that with me these days…).

When I drop him off in the morning he doesn’t like it when I leave, but his teachers tell me that about a minute after I am gone, he is fine.  They have playtime outside on the playground, they have circle time where they sit on the rug and read stories, sing songs, talk about the weather, the calendar and every month is focused on a color and shape.  It is a Christian school so there is a bible lesson every week and a theme for the month.  They wash their hands and pray before snack time and lunch.  He loves his teacher and she loves him and the fact that she is learning sign language from him to add to what she already knows.  So far it has been a great experience and we already have quite the collection of all his artwork!

Soccer has been so much fun!  We actually just finished our last class last week.  It is a Mommy and Me class and it is getting a little hard for me to participate physically with my big belly in the way, so after little brother arrives and gets settled in a bit we will be starting this up again.  Soccer has been another great way for Jacob to interact with other kids and listen and follow direction (he is so good at it with everyone else, how can I get him to do this at home!! I know all you seasoned moms are laughing at me…) There were a couple occasions when daddy was able to join us so I let him participate and I brought my camera to take some pictures.  These classes are not just soccer, they are full of lots of active activities.  They practice dribbling the ball down the field and into the goal posts.

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They learn how to sit on the ball and wait their turn.

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They build towers with cones and kick the ball at them to knock them over.

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They have streamers and sing songs that have moves for the kids to jump around and dance to.

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They have a variety of sporting equipment to practice with (hockey sticks, lacrosse sticks, tennis rackets, etc…)

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There are fun games with the parachute and then they practice picking up.

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Each class ends with stickers and hugs for everyone from the coach.  We can’t wait to start this up again Jacob loves it!

We still frequent the San Diego Zoo, Safari Park and the Birch Aqarium.  Jacob loves his animals and making the sounds they do.  He is really into letters and numbers right now and every time we go shopping he likes to state the number of the aisle as we go up and down.  He points to letters in the alphabet and says them.  Anytime he sees an X he thinks it is the train crossing symbol and starts saying Choo-choo and signing train.

Nap time has become kind of a struggle these days…Jacob is still an amazing sleeper during the night no matter what kind of day he had or how he is feeling.  But naps have become hit and miss for the past two months.  He will go several days (weeks) without taking a nap, then all of a sudden go back to napping for a few days, then back to not napping.  It has made for some long and tiring days for this momma, and the days that he does nap is quite the cause for celebration around here!

Jacob’s days of being an only child and the in the center of attention are numbered.  I am really trying to treasure this time with him and I am so thankful that I was able to be home with him these last two years.  I know his little brother will bring a whole nother level of love, joy, exhaustion and activity into our lives and we can’t wait!

The home stretch

31 weeks pregnant!

I’ve had two checkups since my last pregnancy update and all continues to look good!  A little over a month ago I had my gestational diabetes test and according to my doctor my results came back “perfect”.  Guess I don’t have to admit to her that the night before my test I baked a double batch of cookies 🙂  She measured my belly, weighed me, took my blood pressure and listened to the baby’s heartbeat and told me to come back in 3 weeks.  I went back two days ago and they checked everything again and all continues to be good.  Now I go every 2 weeks for a month and then weekly until he comes!  We are getting close, I can’t believe that in 2 months we will be a family of 4!

In the past month I really have started to feel more pregnant.  Before I was moving along and doing things like normally would.  But now I am feeling the extra weight of my belly, it’s getting harder and harder to bend over or get up off the ground and I am finding my energy level is declining, my back hurts and I am out of breath quicker than usual.  A couple days ago I was having some Braxton Hicks which woke me up early in the morning, but haven’t had anymore since. It’s all normal stuff, but it seems to be intensified since I am chasing a 2 year old around this time.

Speaking of our two year old, Jacob was having a discussion with grandma when she was here last and during their discussion Jacob decided that mommy has a BIG belly and grandma has a little belly.  Since grandma left he loves to point to me and say mommy BIG belly and then point to himself and say little belly.  He thinks he’s so cute…who am I kidding, of course he’s cute!

A fun thing about this point in pregnancy is I am noticing how much bigger and stronger our little guy is getting.  Instead of a kick here and there I am feeling him stretch and roll to make more room.  He still kicks me and they are starting to make me jump since there is a bit more power to his kick!  He also gets the hiccups every once in a while, but not nearly as often as Jake used to.

Here’s a picture from last week of my 30 week belly.

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Goodbye

Justin and I both grew up with dogs in our home.  I can’t ever remember a time in my life when I didn’t have a dog, until I went away to college.  After college, Justin and I got married and shortly after we bought our house.  And I was ready to get a dog. At first Justin was reluctant mostly because he knew that my dream dog was more on the big dog scale and we didn’t have a yard or room for a dog that size.  Also we were both gone all day at work and our evenings and weekends were filled with social activities, weddings and happy hours, we were hardly home. We would talk about it and talk about it and it kept getting put off for when we got a bigger house/bigger yard.  The end of 2008 and pretty much the entire year of 2009 were some difficult times for us as we lost several family members and loved ones and spent a lot of time at funerals reflecting on their lives.  By the end of 2009 we were both ready to start fresh with a new year.  I thought the perfect way to start a new year would be by getting a new dog!  So I got online and researched the different shelters and listings for dogs.  On a Saturday in mid January we were hosting a party at our house, being the planners that we are we had all our shopping and preparation for the party done in advance so we had the day free before we needed to get ready for the party.  I saw it as a perfect day to go visit the shelters!  Knowing that we had a party that night there was no way we could bring home a dog that day so I told Justin we will just go look… In all of our discussions about what kind of dog we wanted we both agreed that we didn’t want a small toy dog like a yorkie, chihuahua, pomeranian, etc.. but we also didn’t have a yard with room for a bigger dog like a lab, or retriever, so we needed to find something that was in between, mid sized. With that in mind, we mapped out the shelters and decided to start at the most northern one and work our way south back towards our house, which meant we started off at the animal shelter at Camp Pendelton.  After getting through security, getting directions and driving several miles into the base we found the shelter.  They had a few dogs in cages and none of them really appealed to us, then we went outside where they had all the smaller dogs in a fenced in yard.  It was basically all chihuahua mixes with other small toy dogs and then a black mid sized dog named Chappo.  He stuck out in the group since he was bigger and he had a cone around his head since he had just been neutered.  We went into the yard and all the dogs except Chappo were yapping away at us.  Which made us notice him even more since we didn’t want a dog that is constantly yapping.  We sat down on a bench and Chappo immediately came over and put his front paws up on my knees as if he were asking if he could jump in my lap.  Of course I let him up and he went back and forth between both our laps as we scratched his ears and petted him.  We sat there for a while and we both talked about how he was a pretty cool dog, a good size, but this was the first shelter and pretty much the first dog that we were considering so we asked the marine who was running the shelter a few questions and decided to keep looking, because we couldn’t even bring him home that night anyway.  We went on our way to other shelters and looked at all kinds of dogs.  We found ourselves comparing the other possible dogs we saw with Chappo.  After the 4th shelter it was time to go home and get ready for the party.

The next morning we went to church and we were still talking about Chappo, we went to one more shelter by our house and still didn’t find a dog we liked better than Chappo. So we called Camp Pendelton to make sure they were open on Sunday and to make sure that Chappo was still there and drove back to visit him again.  This time the marine cleared the yard and it was only us with Chappo and we were in love.  So we started filling out the paperwork and Chappo rode home with us on my lap with his head out the window.  As we were leaving the base we noticed a sign indicating a section of Camp Pendelton that was called Chappo, which must be how he got his name.  We really didn’t know anything about his past, or what kind of dog he was and they said he was about 3 or 4 years old.  One thing we did know and really liked was he was already potty trained!  After a stop at Petco for a leash, collar, bed and dog food we took him home and showed him around his new digs!

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The next day we took him to the vet to get him checked out and make sure he was healthy and up to date on his shots, etc…Justin wasn’t too wild about the name Chappo, so I told him to come up with a name.  As a boy one of Justin’s favorite shows was Magnum P.I. where there were two doberman pinchers named Zeus and Apollo. So he decided his name would be Apollo.  At first, because of Justin’s allergies, we did not allow him up on the couch or even in our bedroom.  After a period of time we realized that was ridiculous because we found ourselves spending all our time on the floor so we could pet him and play with him.

Apollo & Justin2So we let him up on the couch and it wasn’t too long after that he ended up in our bed, and proved to be quite the snuggler!

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Even though I was the one who was adamant and really pushing to get a dog, Apollo really gravitated towards Justin and he was clearly Apollo’s favorite, the feeling was mutual!

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IMG_0207 IMG_2655IMG_3524 IMG_3526In the couple of years that followed  Apollo was our companion during our infertility struggles.  He would lay on the couch or in bed with me when I was recovering from the surgeries I had.  He would snuggle with me when I was frustrated that we were not getting pregnant or sad after our failed IUI’s.  Actually Apollo was always happiest in someone’s lap.  Most of the time you wouldn’t last a half a second after you sat down before he would jump in your lap. We always joked that he was our 30 lb lap dog.

IMG_2658 He wasn’t perfect, he had some territorial issues and we found out he didn’t like situations with a lot of noise and activity, so we kept him sheltered from those situations.  He didn’t like strangers coming to our front door and that was one thing I didn’t mind since I felt safe having him protect us.  And he occasionally got into things that he shouldn’t have…

IMG_4098But he was always happy to see us when we came home and showed us nothing but love and affection, he was our fur baby.

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We spoiled him.  We took him everywhere with us.  We went on lots of long walks around our neighborhood and along the beach.

IMG_2734 IMG_2749 IMG_3133 IMG_3164 IMG_4645We spent lots of Saturday mornings in obedience training class with him.

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His favorite things to do was play catch at the park and lay in the sun and sunbathe.

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When I was taking my online photography class, he was my main subject for my homework assignments.

IMG_0806 IMG_2166 IMG_2206 IMG_1986 IMG_2329 IMG_0022editedsmWhen we finally did get pregnant with Jacob, we had some concerns with how Apollo would handle having a child in the house, since he doesn’t like a lot of excitement or loud noises.  Along with the childbirthing classes they offered another session called “Baby proofing your dog”  it was taught by a dog trainer. We took the class and learned a lot of valuable things about how to handle dogs & babies and how to read dog’s behavior and and proper ways for dogs and kids to coexist in a household.  I remember thinking that every parent should take this class regardless if they have a dog at home or not, since kids are typically fascinated with dogs whenever they see them in public, and approaching a dog the wrong way or even the wrong dog can end up pretty badly.  Anyway, armed with that information we were confident that we could make it work with Apollo.

After Jacob was born, Apollo was curious about all the new smells and sounds that were coming from this little human that had taken over our house, but he was really good with it all.

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When Jacob started eating solids and most of his food ended up on the floor, it was a win/win situation for both Apollo and I since he is food crazy and snatched up the food before it even had a chance to hit the floor and I never had to clean up the floor!  As Jake got older and started walking around with a cup of Cheerios or a cracker, etc… Apollo would follow him very closely and clean up all the crumbs and cheerios that fell on the floor.  Apollo would also jump in the stroller after we got home from a walk and clean up any crumbs that Jake may have left.  You could always find him at Jake’s side patiently waiting for him to drop something. He was my little vacuum!

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They were buddies in the backseat of the car and during downtime.

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Then Jake learned how to throw and we put him in charge of throwing Apollo’s toys for him to fetch, and Justin taught him how to hold on to the toys and play tug a war with Apollo. Jake would help Apollo eat his meals, one kibble at a time and often both helped me “sort” laundry piles.

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Apollo somewhat tolerated us dressing him up to be a part of our crazy family photos

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From the title of this post and the stroll down memory lane, you can probably see where this is going…Unfortunately, due to some recent events that happened and Apollo’s old age, we had to make an extremely difficult decision to say goodbye to him.  After 5 years of his presence in our lives, it has left a hole in our hearts and our home.  It has taken me 2 weeks to even be able to publish this post since the simple thought of him just rips my heart into pieces.  It has been really, really, really hard trying to adjust to this new “normal.”  I knew he was a big part of our lives but until he was gone, I didn’t realize how much of my everyday tasks, instincts, and actions revolved around the dog.  Like how every time I start to walk up the stairs, I pause for a second to wait for Apollo to run up ahead of me.  Being home now, he would follow me around the house and keep me company every where I went.  I find myself still cracking open the screen door when I open the slider so Apollo can go outside and lay in the sun.

After our meals I still expect him to race over to his bowl and wait for me to drop in the leftovers, I still find myself looking at where the water bowl used to be to see if he needs more water.  The first time we BBQed dinner, it was hard not to see him sitting under the counter where the cutting board is waiting for Justin to toss him a piece of steak. The other day I heard the ice machine making more ice and for a second I thought it was the sound of Apollo’s collar and tags hitting the hardwood floor when he would lay down.  After I put Jake down for his nap and come out of his room Apollo would be waiting for me and we would both look at each other like, yay, we get a little bit of downtime!  And when he would hear Jake wake up, he would go lay down by his door and wait for me to open it to get him.

IMG_2239It has been hard even driving through our neighborhood, since we have canvased every path, trail and route on our walks.  When Jacob was born, Justin took on the responsibility of taking him on his morning walk, since it was so early in the morning Justin often let Apollo free in the field to chase the birds and rabbits.  Jacob and I would do the late afternoon/evening walks and he loved to help hold the leash.

Now that Jacob doesn’t like riding in the stroller and Apollo is not here we haven’t been taking walks and I am realizing how much I miss those walks.  They were just as much for me/us as they were for Apollo, the fresh air, exercise and chance to be together and talk without the distraction of cell phones, TV and chores to do was so refreshing and could do wonders for our mood if we were having a hard day.

When we were out and about and we would say to Jacob it was time to go home, he would shout DOGGIE!  Because he knew Apollo would be waiting for us.  Even just driving the route home, Jacob knows where we are going and when we get close to home he starts saying doggie, doggie, doggie!  About two days after we said goodbye, Jacob started realizing that Apollo was gone.  He would run over to where his bowls used to be and start looking around for him.  He started asking about him, and when he would say DOGGIE, I would say through my tears that the doggie went bye bye.  So now every time we are driving and get close to home he says doggie bye bye, which breaks my heart even more!  Apollo was such a good companion and Jake loved having him on the floor with him.

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Apollo made me feel safe by being my ears for me.  He would always bark if someone came to the door, I would pick up on cues from him if he heard something that I didn’t.  I always knew when Justin was home since he would race to the garage door and paw and whine until Justin came inside.

I know it will get easier with time.  We knew this would be a very difficult transition to make, but it blows my mind how lonely it is at home without him, yes, even with a 2 year old running around, just his presence and knowing that he was here was comforting to me.

IMG_2659 IMG_3010 IMG_2959If you made it all the way to the end of these pictures I thank you for your patience!  I know it was A LOT, but these are all things I want to remember and that’s truly what this blog is for.

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We love you Apollo and miss you very much, especially your snuggles!

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