Emmett Michael

Our little additionEmmett Michael Hendrickson

April 8 at 4:51 am

7 pounds 15 ounces 20.5 inches

(Me just before heading to the hospital)

Thursday, April 7 was quite the day for us. It started out pretty normal. I took Livie to gymnastics and Dave headed for his busiest school day. After gymnastics, Liv and I went shopping for a few groceries. I didn't feel all that grand and had a couple of contractions at the store. I'd been having braxton-hicks since my 2nd tri, so I didn't think much of it. Dave was able to get out of school a little early, so Liv and I picked him up and took him to his car. (couple more contractions) When we got home, I decided (Dave made me take a nap) to take it easy and Dave left for work. I had promised my grandma we would see her that late afternoon, so when Liv and I got up from our nap, we headed out to see her. Since I don't have a surger, I took some fabric to my mom's and made some more newborn hats. I still wasn't feeling great, but wasn't having anymore contractions. Dave persuaded me to just buy pizza for dinner and had 2 more contractions on the way home. We had dinner (more contractions) then Dave headed back to work. As I was getting Livie ready for bed, I really started feeling yucky. I hopped in a tub to see if I could relax enough to get the contractions to go away. After all, I was going to be induced on Monday. Of course Livie was worried about me, so she came into the bathroom with a bunch of her tub toys. "Want some toys? They make you feel better." My contractions weren't going away and Liv was getting wet, so I finally broke down and called Dave. Our conversation went about like this: "Honey, you need to come home." "Why? Do we need to go to the hospital?" "No, I just can't take care of Liv while I'm in the tub having contractions" "But we are not going to the hospital?" "No, just having braxton-hicks. We are going to be induced on Monday. I just can't take care of Livie. Will you please come home?" Dave came home at about 9:30, called my mom and finished packing my bag. All the while I keep telling him, "We are going to be induced on Monday." "We are not going to the hospital." "They'll just send us home." "My contractions aren't consistent." When my contractions were coming 5 minutes apart, Dave decided we were going (I finally stopped protesting). We arrived at the hospital at 11:15 and got checked in. We got settled and the nurse came in to check me just before midnight and said, "You're already at a 5. If you want an epidural, better get your paperwork filled out." She hurried out the door and we hear her say, "We need to get set up in here, she's gonna cruise!" At that point, panic set in! Thankfully, all went well and our baby arrived just a few hours later.

I am so grateful for a wise husband who doesn't listen to me sometimes! Happy Daddy with baby Emmett!He is such a cuddlebug! Mommy sure loves it! "Big Sissy" as she likes to call herself, meeting Emmett for the first time. She is such a great helper (yes, sometimes too much. We had to have a talk about soft spots the other day) and loves "Baby Brother and Emmett."

Emmett all ready to come home from the hospital. He is such a great baby and we are so blessed to have him in our family!

Trauma

So there we were, at the dinner table, and like a three year old will do sometimes, Livie was misbehaving. So we told her that if she didn't stop she would get part of her Oreo dessert taken away. She persisted misbehaving so I was forced to executed the punishment, and I must admit, it must have been way more traumatic than I thought. Upon seeing her mere two Oreos, she hung her head down in remorse and told Steph and I, "It's hard being three!" I though it was hilarious, but I probably shouldn't have laughed.

Livie Got Her Ears Pierced!

On Wednesday, March 30 we took Livie to get her ears pierced. We had tried once before just after Christmas and she totally freaked out when the girl tried to wipe her ear with an alcohol swab. So Dave and I told her that she could get them whenever she wanted them. Her reply was always the same, "NOOO!! I DON'T WANT MY EARS PIERCED!" So on Sunday when I was getting ready for church, Livie pulled out some of my earrings and asked if she could wear them. I told her she had to have her ears pierced to wear mommy's earrings. "Ok, I want my ears pierced so I can wear Mommy's earrings." I was pretty skeptical. Monday came and she wouldn't let it go. Tuesday she played with some of her friends (all of which have their ears pierced) and she again asked if she could have hers pierced. Wednesday we had a doctor's appointment at which she informed the doctor that she was getting her ears pierced today. So, we took her. We filled out all the paperwork and let her pick out earrings. The girl at Claire's informed us that if we came back in an hour, she would have another worker there so we could do both at the same time. We left and picked up some lunch, with Liv talking all about getting her earrings. When we got back to the mall, she climbed up into the chair and said she was ready. She did AWESOME!! I am so proud of her, she cried a little after it was done, but by the time we got out to the car, she was ready to show them off!

We love you Livie! You are such a big girl!

Baby Shower

On March 26 some of my neighbors gave Baby Boy and I a shower. I really do have the best neighbors! It was such a blast and all the presents were so wonderful! Poor boy didn't have much of anything til then. We had such a great time visiting and playing a few games. Thanks girls!