One Month

Monday, February 25, 2013
I cannot believe that Cullen is already a month old!  This past month has flown by.  It's hard to remember what it felt like not to have this little boy with us, but at the same time, it seems like just yesterday I was still sporting the baby belly.

This little cutie has changed so much in the past month.  

During the first few weeks, it seemed like all he did was sleep.  We had to wake him up at least every three hours to eat.  And by wake him up I mean undress him, change his diaper, rub/tickle his hands and feet...we tried absolutely everything.  This kid could sleep.  

Cullen has done a complete 180 in the past couple of weeks.  He still sleeps a good bit during the day, but has more and more awake time everyday.  We are now able to feed him on demand.  During the day he wants to eat every 2 to 3 hours. Most nights he is still waking up every 3 hours to eat, but occasionally we will get a 4 or 5 hour stretch.  I love those nights!

At this point our day consists of naps, lots of eating, reading stories, time in the swing, and tummy time.  Cullen and I usually get out of the house a couple of days a week, even if its just for a quick trip to the store.  He really is a happy baby, and enjoys everything we do during the day. The only time he really fusses is when he's hungry; so about every two hours he cries until I can get the bottle in his mouth. But once fed, he is happy again.

I got my first 'real' smile at the one month mark.  He was laying on his activity gym grunting (as usual).  I went over to pick him up and laid him in my lap.  as soon as I started talking to him, his face lit up, his eyes got wide, and he showed off the most adorable toothless grin.  These smiles are still pretty sporadic, but they melt my heart every time!

Cullen is becoming a pro at holding his head up.  He has had surprisingly good neck control from birth, but it gets better every day.  He loves tummy time and is great at lifting his head off the ground for a pretty good length of time.  If he is awake and laying on someone's chest, he pushes back and holds his head up to look around.  We are going to be in trouble when this little guy starts moving.  I have a feeling it will be early and he will keep us moving.

Last week, Corey and I took Cullen to the doctor for his one month check-up.  He now weighs 10 pounds 6 ounces and is 23.2 inches long.  Such a big boy!  I can't believe how fast he is growing.  Like any mother, I don't want him to grow up too fast; I am really enjoying this newborn stage.  But I am also looking forward to seeing who this little boy becomes and being able to do more with him.

Cullen's First Snow

Saturday, February 16, 2013
Cullen got to experience his first snow today.  I don't think he really cared, but it gave me an excuse to bundle him up and take some pictures.  Enjoy!

I am sure that Cullen will enjoy next year's snow much more.  Can't wait to build snowmen with this little man!

Cullen's Birth Story

This is only four weeks late, but I wanted to share Cullen's birth story with everyone.

On Wednesday, January 16th, I had my 39 week doctor's appointment.  Since I had been measuring 1 1/2 to 2 weeks ahead, they wanted to do a growth ultrasound to see just how big Cullen might be.  Before the ultrasound tech even said anything, I knew he must have been measuring really big, because she had to keep zooming out to get an accurate head and stomach measurement.  Sure enough, they estimated that he weighed about 9 lbs 15 oz.  I was carrying a 10 lb baby!  No wonder I looked so huge!  

After the ultrasound, Corey and I met with the doctor to see how I was progressing.  At 39 weeks 3 days, Cullen had not really dropped, and I had not dilated at all.  This boy was obviously not in a hurry to get out.  And he was already almost 10 lbs and growing every day.

After talking with Dr. H, Corey and I decided that the best thing would be to go ahead and schedule a c-section.  We discussed with the doctor that most likely, Cullen was not going to come on his own...he was just too big to even start making his way out.  I was probably not going to go into labor on my own anytime soon, and the risks of me trying to birth such a large baby naturally were just not worth it.  We scheduled the c-section for 9:00 the next morning.  Leave it to me to plan the birth of my child.

After leaving the doctor's office, we called our families and I called work to let them know I would not be coming back in for a while.  Then I went home to pack what we needed for the hospital. (Yes, I waited until the last minute.  Of course.)  When Corey got home, we went out to get dinner for the last time as a family of two.

Thursday morning, we got up early, loaded up the car, and headed to the hospital.  We were only about 5 minutes late (that's pretty good for us), but my parents beat us there.  After laughing about that, I checked in and headed to the room to get prepped for surgery.  I put on that lovely hospital gown, crawled in the bed, and then the nurses hooked me up to about every machine imaginable.  Corey and our families hung out in the room with us while nurses monitored me, the anesthesiologist introduced himself and went over the drugs I would get, and Dr. H came by to check on me.

At about 8:45, Corey donned his lovely blue scrubs, and they wheeled me down to the operating room.  Let me tell you, they keep those rooms cold.  That was probably my least favorite part of the whole experience.  Despite my constant shivering, I got on the table and the anesthesiologist got to work numbing me up from the waist down.  Once I got over the fact that no matter how hard I tried, I could not get my brain to tell my toes to wiggle, I was okay with not being able to feel anything.

Just after 9:00, they were about to start.  I had to quickly let them know that I could see the reflection of my stomach in the overhead light.  Thank goodness they could move the light; I did not want to see what they were doing down there.  Corey on the other hand wanted to watch the whole thing.  I was surprised that he was able to watch them cut me open like that. ( I guess all those medical dramas we watch helped.)  

At 9:19 I heard our son's first little noise.  It wasn't so much of a cry...he just seemed a little annoyed that someone moved him when he was so cozy.  Corey grabbed the camera and followed the nurses to capture Cullen's first moments as they weighed him and inked up his little feet.  

A few minutes later, Corey brought Cullen over to me and laid him on my shoulder.  I immediately loved that little boy more than I could have ever imagined.  I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him and never let go.  But I had to settle for kissing his sweet little head as Corey held him close.

Cullen Todd was born on Thursday, January 17th at 9:19 am.  He weighed 9 lbs 5 oz and was 21 inches long.

After Dr. H sewed me back up, we went back to our Mom and Baby room.  Our families met us in the hall on the way and got a glimpse of the newest family member.

We stayed in the hospital until Sunday.  We had a wonderful experience while we were there.  Cullen's birth went great, and I was already recovering well.  There is really not anything I would change about Cullen's birth.  I am a little sad that I didn't get to experience a traditional labor and delivery, but more than anything I am happy that our son made his entrance to this world happy and healthy.

And because I can't help myself, here are a few more pictures from our stay in the hospital.

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