4 months old

Beckham (a.k.a. Homer) turned 4 months old on October 15th!  I'm a little behind but it's all good!

 

I can honestly say, I'm totally and completely smitten with my chunk-a-burning-love! 

 

At his 4 month check-up, he weighed 15.8 pounds and was 26 inches long!

He is in the 85th percentile for weight and 80th for height!  This is unreal, when it comes to our family of shorties.  His head measures in the 15th percentile.  Yup, he has a pin head.  But you would not know it by looking at him, due to his immense cheek volume, and double chins.  They are deceiving!

 

My little man is starting to sport the fuzz hair-do, just like his older brothers did. 

 

The only time he cries is when he's hungry and once in a while, when he is tired.

 

He absolutely hates tummy time, and I usually give in and pick him up when he begins to complain. 

 

Everywhere we go, he receives compliments on how long, dark, and curly his eyelashes are!  And they are awesome! 

 

He coos a lot and even giggles, which brings me much joy!

 

He still sleeps through the night and usually wakes up around 9:30am.  He takes two naps during the day and is content to just lay around and observe his older brother Homeboy, run around.  Which is entertaining to all of us!

 

Lil dude also loves to gnaw on his hands and often sucks on his thumb.  If you place anything remotely close to his mouth, he will try to drool on the item and consume it.



It's hard to resist the squishing of my chunk-ay baby!

 

I wish that I could make time stand still at this very moment!  With my oldest son, we couldn't wait to see and experience his milestones, as he grew.  With Homeboy, we didn't encourage him, as much, to reach those milestones, such as crawling and walking.  We were content to let him crawl until he was 10 years old, but he proved to be very determined to do it his way!  And with Beckham, I make it a point to try to soak in every moment of his infancy.  I set aside washing a pile of dishes to kiss his chubby cheeks at least 20 times on each cheek.  I repeat the phrase, "I love you!" over and over and over again!  I sniff the scent of Baby Magic in his fuzzy hair, just after his bath, every night.  I never want these moments to end! 

 

 

 



3 Months Old! Stop growing!

My baby turned 3 months old about a week ago.  And now, I am in mourning.

  

Lady killa! 

The bub looks giagantic from this angle.  He fits in 3-6 month old clothes, but we are finding it difficult to fit him in some of those!  I love his chubby legs and it's always an adventure to see how much lint is stuck with in his leg folds, when we bath him!  He is starting to get the fuzz hair coming in, just like his older brothers.  I'm kinda hoping his hair sticks straight up like their's did!  His eyelashes all of the sudden became thicker and they get noticed all of the time.

Homer is constantly moving!  Check out the arm action above.  Swish, swish!  Kick, kick, kick!  He is also slobbering, all of the time and likes to talk to us.  He also giggled for the first time a few days ago! 

 

Homer loves his bottles.  He eats 6 to 6.5 ounces every 2.5 to 3 hours.  He is a VERY good baby!  He takes 2 naps every day, rarely cries, and still sleeps through the night!  Little man is so good that he just chills in his crib until we pick him up every morning.  So, we have no idea what time he wakes up.  Usually we get him out of his crib around 8-9am!  He is spoiling his momma!

 

Although I panic of the thought of my little bub getting bigger and older, I am also excited to see his milestones!

 

1 month, 2 months...

Time is quickly passing and Homer (Beckham) is already 2 months old!  My cousin Stephanie is documenting her baby boy by taking his picture in a cute onesie every month.  I loved the idea so much, I am copying her!

 

I was talking to my mom one time on the phone and was telling her that I remembered my Aunt and little cousin taking me to lunch when I was attending RICKS college in Idaho. I believe Stephanie was 6ish-7ish at that time.  Never in my wildest imagination would I think that we would be having babies within months of each other!  Good grief, I am old.  I am slightly panicking due to my up and coming birthday.  I will be mourning the loss of my youth and trying to come up with solutions to not look like Homer's grandmother when he is 10.  Gulp.

I found several blogs that provided the printables for the iron-on transfers to make the onesies on Pinterest. *sigh* Pinterest!  I do love thee!  You are addicting!  You are the reason I want to redecorate my entire home!  You, complete me.  *sigh*

Awwwww!  Look at my tiny lil shnookums!

 At 1 month old, I have no idea how much you weighed or low long you were.  I do know that at your two week visit you weighed 7 lbs, 6 oz.  That should count, right?

When you were two weeks old you turned from your tummy to your back!  I didn't believe it at first, but you did.  And you still do it!  Apparently, you hate tummy time.  You have proven to us that you have inherited the freakish Lewis strength.  This little feat just makes me scared for your toddler years.  So. Very. Scared.

You were already sleeping virtually through the night.  Just like your older brothers.  After a bath and a bottle, you go down from 10:30ish at night, and you wake up around 8:00am.  We have been blessed!

You have another bottle when you wake up, then sleep for another 2 hours.

You are a laid back, baby and only cry when you want to eat, which is every 3 hours, or when you need to burp.

You were very alert at this time and constantly move your arms and legs! 

I love the fact that you have dark hair!  I hope it stays dark!

You look a lot like your old brother Homeboy (Conner) did at the same age.  You are bigger than he was at that age, though.

2 months old already! 

You are sporting an old-man hair do!  You have lost a little hair on top, but it is starting to grow back. 

At your 2 months check up, you weighed 11.2 lbs and you are 23 inches long!  You are my chunkay monkay!
You are in the 50th percentile for height and 60th percentile for weight.  As time goes on, I am sure this will decrease because we are a family of midgets.

Your head only measured to be in the 10th percentile.  The doctor said that your head is okay since our family has small heads.  He said this, as he looked at your dad and Homeboy's heads!  I have to admit it, I laughed out loud when he said this. 

You are smiling and starting to make cooing noises!  I believe you smile the most at your momma!  The fact is... I rock. 



You are also beginning to drool alot and blow bubbles.  Did you know that your oldest brother Homey has over-active saliva glands?  The dentist made us aware of that.  It's no wonder that my shoulder is covered in slobber!

You also have thrush in your mouth.  Your older brothers never got thrush so I was unaware of this little issue until your doctor told us.  It doesn't seem to bother you and we have just been injecting the medicine into your mouth on a daily basis, 4 times a day!  No worries!



You have continued to keep the same sleep pattern.  Go to bed around 10:30pm and wake up around 8:00am. 

You get a couple of good naps in, during the day, and you enjoy sitting in your vibrating, bouncy seat.  You do not enjoy the swing that much, but  have a feeling you will when you are a little older.

When you want to eat, you are sure to let us know by crying.  Loudly.

We feed you about every 2.5-3 hours.  When I sit down to prepare to feed you, you know the routine so well, that you straighten your back out and have a fit if I try to bend you or adjust the position of your body.  Lil stinker!

You hate being put in your car seat but as soon as we pick you up and start moving, you calm down immediately. 

You are such a good baby and a complete joy to have you in our lives now!  I can't imagine not having you here! 



I Did This! Beckham Cade Lewis

(Da Boyz... Homey - 14 yrs, The Hubs with Beckham - approximately 15 hours old, and Homeboy - 4 yrs)

It wasn't long and before we knew it, and it was time to go back to the hospital.  The car drive to the hospital was spent in quiet, small talk and moments of reflective, silence, as I am sure Steve and I had a gazillion thoughts running through our heads.

I thought of the impending pain that I was about to go through, until that sacred and blessed epidural would be placed.  I also repeated small prayers to myself.  Hoping, but at the same time, feeling as though everything would be fine.

Moments later, I was repeating the same scenario that was played out earlier... peed in the cup (again), donned a snazzy, cheek revealing, gown, and an ultra sound was performed.  And much to my delight, the ultra sound revealed that baby boy had turned! 

Steve and I sighed a sigh of relief.  There would be no "turning of the baby" and less chance of a c-section!

It was time to get the show on the road!  All preparations were made.  IV inserted.  Blood taken (after 5 attempts.  Thank you genetics.  I have wuss veins).  Monitors placed on belly and then replaced over and over, cause baby boy moved too much. 
Until that moment, I had yet to be "checked" to see how far I was dilated.  It was as if my doctor could tell by looking at me that there was really not much action going on down there.  My nurse then attempted to check me.  And oh my holy mother of Moses!  Pain!  Apparently my cervix was really high.  She roto rootered in an attempt to figure out my dilation and came up with a guess of maybe a 3 on one side.  

My doctor then arrived to break my water.  Pain again.  There was so much pain, I began to flashback to when I was being induced with Homeboy. After turning Homeboy (ouch!), my doctor, back then, attempted to break my water.  The pain was just as excruciating then as it was now.  I'm positive my head spun around, and I began to speak in tongues.  Both of my doctors were unable to break my stupid water!  It then donned on my current doctor as to why my previous doctor couldn't break my water with my last baby... "everything" was just too high.  He had tried with all of his might and then informed the nurse to start pitocin, and get the epidural in me A.S.A.P., and then he would break my water.  Bless that man!

Before I knew it, the epidural was placed and for the first time in months, I was completely pain free.  Long had been the days and nights that I had looked forward to my epidural nap!  To sleep soundly with virtually no pain, was a dream! 

There have been three other men, that I have crossed paths over my lifetime, that I have considered leaving my husband for.  Yes, they would be the Epidural Gods!  Just thinking about them, brings tears of joy to my eyes.  Memories of them shall forever be embedded deep with in the cockles of my heart and brain.  Thank you, dear Epidural Gods!  (whispering, head bowed in humility, hand placed solemnly over my heart...) "Thank You."

My doctor returned to my room after delivering another baby via c-section.  With all of his might he finally broke my water.  Pointing to the center of his forearm, my doctor informed me just how far he had to place his arm inside of me to break my water.  The first thought that entered my head was a disturbing image of a veterinarian and a cow.  Then I rebuked my doctor!  "That's just wrong dude!  I didn't need to know that!  Good grief!  I love the epidural!"

Unlike my previous deliveries, my contractions really started to roll, one after another.  Now we just needed to wait.  We entertained ourselves with partaking of Popsicles and my good friend Tracee came to visit.  We laughed and cracked jokes, making the whole labor thing, much more relaxed and enjoyable.  I'm so thankful for her and her friendship!

Moments later, our cheerful banter was interrupted with a beep.  Our immediate response was to look at the monitor to see where the beep came from.  I zoned in on the numbers that kept track of baby boy's heart rate.  The numbers were no longer in the 150's but in the 50's.  Due to my experience with Homeboy's labor, I knew that I needed to lay on my left side and the nurse would place oxygen on me.  Unlike my previous labor there wasn't a sense of panic or worry, though.  My labor, almost 5 years ago, was tense.  Homeboy's heart rate would drop to the rate of 30-something beats, and even at times.... to zero.  These episodes would happen repeatedly through out the night.  My nurse would race down the hallways and flip me to my side and place the oxygen on me.  She told us that all of the nurses on the floor were watching my monitor and that none of them had ever seen a baby's heart rate dip that low.  Those were not comforting words.  I was prepped to have an emergency c-section performed, just as soon as the o.r. was ready.  Steve jumped into the required scrubs, and I was shaved, and a sterile cap was placed on top of my head.  The Epidural Guy came in to pump me full of more numbing medicine and the nurse explained to me that they would be running me to the o.r. and that Homeboy would be delivered in a matter of 10 minutes.  At that moment, you don't care what the doctors have to do to you, or what pain you will have to endure.  I was willing to do anything to make sure Homeboy would be delivered safe and sound.  As soon as Steve and I were alone, we said a prayer and he gave me a comforting blessing.  Faith and comfort were restored and my doctor was inspired to slowly administer the pitocin slowly and within moments, and 2 pushes later, Homeboy was born! 

Although we were experiencing similar things with my current labor, as with my last labor, I had faith that everything would never reach to the dramatic levels as they did with Homeboy.  My nurse just suspected that baby boy was lying on his cord.  Near the end of my labor, just before the delivery, the nurse did mention that they would perform an amnio infusion (basically putting some fluid back into my uterus) so that baby boy would no longer be squishing his cord.  But things really moved along before the infusion was necessary!  My doctor and nurse checked me and said I was close.  A second later I informed everyone that baby boy was coming out!  My doctor told me to start pushing and then immediately said, "Never mind!  He coming out by himself!"

So with half a push, Beckham Cade Lewis was born on June 15th, 2012 at 1:18 am. He weighed 7 pounds, 2 ounces and was 20 inches long.  The familiar waves of emotion, from the previous births of my boys, spilled over me.  Tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes, immediate elation filled my heart, almost causing me to hyperventilate with sheer happiness.  Beckham was placed in my arms and Steve and I began to study every hair, wrinkle, and characteristic that he inherited from us.  Much to our surprise, he has dark brown hair!  He has kissable cheeks, long frog-like legs, a double chin (the one thing that he inherited from me!), and last but not least... a slight dent in his chin. 

It was love at first sight!  I think we'll keep him.

I'm overwhelmed with how fast time has gone by.  It seems like it was just like yesterday when I notified Steve that I was pregnant via text, while he was at work.  I admit it, I was not planning on having another baby!  I knew there would be hard days.  I knew that there would be exhaustion, nausea, swelling, emotional roller coasters, and pain.  Pregnancy can be HARD.  But the rewards have blessed my life beyond measure.

I love you Steve.  I love you Cody.  I love you Conner.  And I love you Beckham.

p.s.  I look forward to all of the granddaughters that are sure to bless my boys!  Oh yeah, Momma's revenge is sure to happen!

Beckham (A.K.A. Homer) 2 days old. 

It's true... I make cute boys!  Check out those cheeks and double chin!  I have to resist the urge to eat him up!