One Week!

Wow has it already been one week since Baby Kiley was born? Let me tell you how absolutely amazing it has been. I know y'all are wanting the birth story but I am not done writing it yet. I still sometimes look at her and feel like we are babysitting a niece of ours, then I blink and think for one second and realize its actually OUR child. Wow. Amazing. Kiley is such an amazing baby and so easy. She eats every 3 hrs and naps between. The only time you hear her cry is if she has a dirty diaper or if mommy is taking too long to switch the side she is eating on. Other than that- absolutely perfect. She is as sweet as can be and loves to cuddle.

Here is a little recap of likes/dislikes/ what she is up to:
Loves:
-TCU
-Her little lamb swing- thank you Katie and Jack
- getting in her car seat and taking a ride- thanks Dana
- the purple NUK passy- she isn't liking any other kind right now 
- being swaddled tightly
- her vibrating chair at night after she nurses
-Sandstorm

Dislikes:
- dirty diapers (especially when you aren't holding her and she gets one)
- being naked
- her first 2 baths 
- having to switch sides to eat

We are currently eating every 3 hrs- 7, 10, 1, 4, am and pm around the clock
She nurses around 12-15 minutes total and then I pump. We are having her sleep in her pack n play next to my side of the bed. We also have converted my dresser top into a diaper changing station for the evening.

Overall things are just too amazing to describe. We are completely in Love with this baby. And it melts my heart watching Lew with her. He is so gentle and sweet with her. Love.

Peace Out!!

Peace, I'm outta here! 

Been back home for a few days adjusting to the new life, but I must say Kiley is a perfect. Lady introduced herself upon her arrival and showed her the lay of the land, though I don't think she knows what to think of her, but loves snuggling up to her in bed and giving her a kiss on her head. Kiley also has quite the personality being only 6 days old, alot more than some people I have come across. Kel is feeling good since the Kiley's day of birth and will hopefully be back at 100% shortly. I have been with my wife for many moons and felt me and her were on the same level of caring for babies, if anything I had the edge for my time at Honey Daycare with my niece. But, Kiley is here and instantly she dominated me, crying she would put her in some voo doo trance and make her as happy as can be, I had to call in my the mama numerous times when skills couldn't get the job done. I thought "motherly intuition" was a bogus "skill" women made up, but Kel has that something extra maybe its not motherly intuition but I know she is the perfect mom. I think my fatherly intuition will come years from now when some knuckle head try's to take my daughter out, and my intuition involves full metal jackets and my .38 special.

One Day Old

It's been one day, feel so much more mature than this time yesterday. Kiley has a head of hair, which answers Kelly's prayers for ample resources for bows; which she has treated like the bottled water fiasco of the Y2K scare. It's ridiculous, she has so many, way to many; imagine Edward Scissorhands meets Fabric World. Only cool thing about this head of hair that suits me, is t-shirts that express herself (and I guess her mother for that matter)

Mary Kiley Kinard

Success. Mary Kiley Kinard entered the world via Kelly. All 6 lbs 15.9 oz; 19.5" long; dr's have been rounding up the weight to 7 lbs, but if they do that they should round up the pain pills Kelly gets so she can share with me, so 6 lbs 15.9 oz is what it is for me, until I get persuaded/prescribed differently. She is beautiful, wife is beautiful.

The birth, not going into to much detail in this department, kelly went into labor, she pushed, baby came. But I did get to slice and dice the ole umbilical cord, which could've been a scary/tense situation for a lesser man. Her head came out, about to grab the rest of the body, kelly's body booby trapped her insides, apparently she didn't want to have the baby early, umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. I give props to the Doc, she did all this without letting Kelly know anything was going on. So I was suppose to cut umbilical cord at some station or something like that, but in my training as a young lad I was taught to adapt and execute with precision. In a very normal speaking voice, Doc: "Lewis, change of plan; come here, cut here." Baby's head was out, rest of body still en route; a booby trap in kelly's body that tried to lasso its only resident met its match. Snip, Snip, saved baby from choking; expedited the birthing process, all in all a solid performance on my part.

Push Present's- first of all I did not know that such a thing existed or what it was for. My wonderful wife, gladly informed me of other new mothers push presents, to slyly bring up a responsibility of mine to get a gift, though introduced as me thanking/rewarding her for the past 9 months, though now I am told its technically 10 months; kinda makes that movie "9 months" pretty inaccurate, in my opinion. I will be honest, I could be a little frugal from time to time, and completely called my wife a liar for this made up gift she was trying to scam me into getting, not to mentioned she was due in April, birth stone of diamond and it would be so meaningful for a diamond to be a part of the "push present". Her statement might seem valid at face value, but it was convenient or meant to be that it was April, but if she would have delivered in May, the ole "l," delivered in March "well my original due date was April". My resistance did not last long, because pregnant wife's happiness is something not to mess with. So I called BS, she was determined, I accepted my bank account's fate, and got her something.
- This is one part of women's constant attempt to make up holidays and events to get flowers or gifts they got wrong, and so wrong. So you find a situation or event that is very important and monumental and attach a gift to it (jewelery of course) , nothing to crazy expensive, but something nicer than you might "normally" give her, and its suppose to be given after the delivery, so item must be bought in advance. This is your mistake, guys are cheap asses, most never plan ahead, and will always choose the gift that's in the middle, not flashy, but shows that they care. You should have had this "gift" purchase and exchange after delivery. I bought the gift early, for once -death might have been tossed around in relation to my life- got it to make her happy, but was not sold on the whole deserved, earning part; other than morning sickness at beginning of pregnancy -which has long left my mind. Being in that delivery room, transformed my mind, went from thinking I was conned into another gift, to thinking I had not done or got enough. If this push present would have been "customary" to buy after delivery, I would have bought anything she wanted, anything, and this comes from a cheap ass, I wouldn't even have to get drunk for the purchase. Jewelry, its yours, want a diamond, I'll get you a 20 karat to match her date. Seeing her deliver, if she could speak it I would have bought it, good thing I hit that epidural button a few times without anyone knowing, numbed everything, especially tongue. You messed up girls, bad, you get an future father that questions the validity of a present; you missed out on a father that would have bought, done, said anything you wanted; you just asked for it to soon.

-hopefully get released from hospital tomorrow morning

-also, my guest-blogging gig is over. For readers I drove away, Kiley's mother shall return to her normal blogging in the near future. Wear Purple and Get Drunk get a Future Frog. it was easy, at least for me.

Rock N Roll

Here we go. breath breath breath. push push push. o shit.

more ladie lingo

5cm; (half way there) -2 Position.

Just chilling in delivery room, I took a lil nap on this crappy sofa pull out shit, that people try and talk up like its a luxury, my ass luxury. Don't act like I was snoozing; while my poor lil ole wife was all in pain and trying to deliver a baby and I'm off in the corner dreaming of Purple Coors Light. She was konked out on that epidural crap. Speaking of which I watched as they put that epi in, shit is crazy; needle to spine insert wire/tube thing, looked like some sci fi movie, like at any moment she would turn into some alien and eat me.

If I hear one more thing from somebodies coworkers sister cousin that drank caster oil and the baby came, walked a mile and baby came, fell down baby shot out. I made Kelly sit in an Amon G. Carter Stadium seat (yes I bought 2) then played TCU Fight song and BAM, next exit hospital. So that's the only thing that works you crazy asses.

Also, watching "girl on girl" action every hour is kinda weird, this is the most "lesbian experiences" she has had that I know about. And just saw another experimental moment most have in college, and its 8cm.

8cm, almost there. they tell us we push at 10cm. so its moving along. In the countdown to hearing how Kelly really feels about me, I'm usually drunk for this kind of honesty.

For the ladies.....

Prego Terms: Kelly is 90%, and a 3.

eta still 2-4pm, which is my guess; no medical degree, but I made a baby; i got street cred

Listen to Your Man

Well apparently my wife loves to blog; 9 months pregnant involved in a car accident, I'd call Jim Adler the Hammer, to get me what I deserve, and she text's in an update to facebook or her blog, so her readers know whats going on. So of course she could not let an event such as the birth of our child go by without a few blog posts from the hospital bed, it was a good idea to have some clairvoyant experience on the meaning life and how special we are and what a miracle this all is. That is a good idea until the epidural kicks in and shit goes numb. So a  missed opportunity of blogging the play by play of the birth of our first child, not if Kelly is well Kelly. Apparently this is the least I could do since I did "this" to her, and another selling point was that she felt her readers would like an alternative view to our life, but what it came down to was she was "reserving" running with "Baby K"  and all those other kids during TCU Football home games when the players come out from the locker room. And so here we are...

No sleep last night, since midnight been counting contractions, which had to be 8 minutes or less apart for a minimum of 3 hours before you can go to the hospital. So thinking about it, I was like damn, this is a long time to wait around for her to get a kick in the belly and make a tally.  Which it was a long time, but do you know how many 8 minutes are in 3 hours, its enough for the love of your life to let you know exactly where you stand and who is getting all the blame for such pain, no words spoke, 164 min. left.


We are now kicking it in the delivery room, so just waiting. Kelly is getting numb. So we wait for future developments. That last line made me feel like an investigative reporter doing the nightly news. Anyways, Nurse guesses a 4pm arrival. Kelly the same, she said she called it first, she has an undefeated record in arguments for her pregnancy, there should be some type of handicapping for that shit. Daddy thinks 2:30......or 4:20 on 4/20, whoa man, that would be epic, like widespread jamming with talking heads and radiohead. dude, whooa.

Have you been......

It is so funny (slash a little annoying) how many people tell you what you need to be doing to help the baby come. Everyone seems to know exactly what to do and they make sure to let you know. Most days I just giggle to myself and think "are they serious? do they think I want the baby to stay in forever?" You hear it all- walking, drinking raspberry tea, eating spicy foods, having sex, getting pedicures, coughing, castor oil etc etc, you name it and someone has told me I should be doing that to speed along labor. It is funny how it drives Lewis nuts, but there really isn't anything you can say or do because you will hear the "suggestions" thirty minutes later from the next person you talk to or see. So just smile and nod and pray that baby comes so that all these "suggestions" stop! Ha 

39 week Doctor update.....so close, yet so far

Snug as a Bug. That pretty sums up my baby girl right now. We had our 39 week appointment this morning and all is well. This little princess is tucked away in my belly and is just not ready for her big debut. The doctor thinks she will be a week late. I laugh saying she is already testing my patience and isn't even here yet- oh motherhood! Ha! Anyhow, my blood pressure and all looks great. Baby Ks heart rate was at 133. As far as progress, we are still the same as last week. I'm really praying and hoping that she comes on her own because I would prefer not to be induced. So we just sit and wait patiently.

We are taking bets on when people think she will arrive. Let me know your thoughts on when she will arrive and her weight and height.

I think she is coming April 23rd weighing in at 8 pds 2 oz and 19 inches long
Lew thinks she will arrive April 26th 7 pds 2oz and 21 inches
Toni thinks April 29th

Only 10 days!!!

We officially have 10 days left before her due date! I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed she comes before and not after or we will be adding days to that number...sigh. It's crazy how quickly these last 38 1/2 weeks have flown by. I felt like we were just telling people are exciting news and now she is almost here. I told Lew the other day "there is no turning back now" and he just laughed at me and said "uh Kelly there was no turning back 9 months ago!" Very true but it just seems so real now (well some what) I still have a hard time imaging us carrying out of the hospital a baby in our car seat that is actually OURS! So excting but definately nerve racking. Everyone keeps asking if I am excited, scared, nervous etc? Honestly a combination of all. I'm terrified of the birthing experience. I know it will be amazing but I have heard some many horror stories and I'm scared. On a side note people should NEVER share there terrible birth story with a pregnant lady. It's rude. Just simply tell them it's amazing. After she has the baby then you can totally let them know how awful yours was but don't do it before. Or even girls who have heard of stories- what are you thinking telling someone who is about to deliver these awful things? It's rude and mean. Ok thats my little rant. I'm nervous about how this all is going to happen and also about being a good parent, but mostly excited to finally meet our sweet child of God! Overall, I'm feeling good beside feeling like someone has taken and beaten me with a baseball bat in my womanly parts. We are excited and just patiently waiting on when she will make her debut. 

Other things going on with the Kinard Klan:
We have been staying very busy. Last week was my final week of my Junior League Provisonal year. So sad it went by so fast. I met some amazing women and had such a wonderful year. I receieved Provsional of the Year! I just couldn't believe it. There are soooooo many amazing women in our provisional class and they picked me? I just feel so honored. I had no clue I was going to receive the award Thursday night and afterwards was surprised by a celebration dinner at Michaels. I just kept smiling that night after everything thinking how sweet my friends are and have very blessed I am. Saturday night we celebrated Kelly and Parker at a wedding shower in Dallas. It was so fun, even though I was exhausted and my feet were swollen like marshmallows. The hosts did such a wonderful job of decorating and everything. I made it until 10! I was so proud of myself. As for Lewis and I, we have been going on tons of date nights. I just love spending time with him and I am such a lucky women. We had Hibachi Friday night followed by Marble Slab, and Capital Grille Saturday before the wedding shower. Sunday we headed to Church and headed to lunch afterwards, followed by last minute "get ready for the baby errands." Overall, we have been busy trying to get ready the best we can.

Last little note: I have officially become the super pregnant lady people stare at because they know I am going to pop any minute. It's so funny to watch people do double and triple takes and especially the men. I just giggle. 


So now we just wait until she decides she is ready.

 

Daddy 4/8/2009

It's here again. April 8th a day I will never forget and hate oh so much. My dads passing, the worst day of my life. Even after 3 years, I can still remember every little detail of that day and all the emotions that came with it. I still can hear the monitors beeping and I can feel and see them go flat when he passed. I still can see him look at me one last time before he went to be with the Lord. I still remember everything.   

3 years later it still hurts just as much as the day he went to Heaven. I hate it. I still think its not fair and everyday I wish he was still here. Will it ever get easier? Will I ever be stronger? I know everything happens for a reason but I still just don't understand this reason or why. Why my wonderful dad? Why so soon? Why didn't we get more time? I still need him and still miss him everyday.

Daddy-
Thank you for everything you did for me. You were simply amazing and I still find myself needing you all the time. I need your wonderful business guidance. I need your tough love. I need your positive reinforcement. I need you sweet bear hug and kiss. I just need you. Daddy please watch over and protect our sweet little Baby and be her Guardian Angel Buck. 

I am your Angel though I have moved on Where all god's people go
I am there with you But sometimes, you may not know
For I will be there in silence I shall warm you in the night
A gentle touch to warm your soul Or a beam of shining light. 
For as an Angel I am there with you and you will feel
the love I bring God gives to you this gift so dear


Love you so very much!

38 week Dr update...... Getting so close!

We are finally making progress! Woohoo! Baby K and mommy are doing great. Her heart rate was 140. I'm at a 1, 60% and with a softening cervix. Finally we have made a little way towards having this sweet baby girl. I told Lew after the appointment it was a good thing I wasn't hard as a rock again because I would have had a breakdown. I was tired of going every week with the scale telling my how many more pounds I have gained and the Doctor telling me how snug she is and that I'm no where. So luckily Lew was off the hook this morning with a crying pregnant wife and instead left with cheerful and hopeful one! The dr expects she will be here right around her due date on April 21st- so an Easter baby it looks like. Only 2 more weeks and we are so excited! 

Missing my Daddy

I always hate this time of year because it is when I lost my daddy. I know God is trying to teach me to look at all the blessings in April such as my moms birthday, two sister in laws birthdays, Easter and hopefully the arrival of our sweet baby girl. So I am On my knees and praying.  The topic of death is always such a hard topic of discussion with God. I know everything happens for a reason but I still don't understand why the Lord had to call my Dad to Heaven so soon. I know he is in a better place but it hurts so badly and deeply to not have him here. I know I need to trust in the Lord in everything but I still struggle trusting him with my dads death. I just don't understand. I just don't get it. I just don't think it's fair. I'm still upset. I'm still mad. I'm still hurt. I would think I would have come to accept or at least be at peace but I'm not. I try to stay strong but I still have my breakdowns. It is harder than ever right now (I'm sure partly because of my pregnancy hormones) but I just keep crying all the time thinking about my sweet Daddy. I cry thinking how he won't be there to welcome his granddaughter into this world. I cry thinking how he won't be here as she grows up. I just cry missing him sooooo much. He was such an amazing man and I miss him everyday. I hate cancer. I continue to pray for a cure so that no one suffers like my father did and no family has to go through the lost of a dearly beloved. It sucks. 

God's Garden-
God looked around his garden 
And He found an empty place. 
And then He looked down upon the earth, 
And saw your tired face.
 He put His arms around you, 
And lifted you to rest. 
God's garden must be beautiful, 
He always takes the best. 
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain, 
He knew that you would never Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough, 
And the hills were hard to climb, 
So He closed your weary eyelids, 
And whispered"Peace be thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you didn't go alone, 
For part of us went with you, The day God called you home. 


I love you Daddy!

April Fools!

Aw my poor sweet husband got a great April Fools pulled on him by his one and only-me!!! Around 1:30/ 2ish last night I definitely pretended my water broke and that Baby K was on her way. I ran into the bathroom and poured a drink in the potty. And it freaked him out! I told him it was time and he jumped out of bed so fast and had a few words that came with it -ha! He asked a few questions and I answered- bless his heart he just believed everything I was telling him. So he was running around the house loading up the other hospital bag (we have one packed) but he was grabbing toiletries etc. I think he was so wrapped up on getting everything ready he forgot about me and forgot to breathe. Poor thing. He also was on his toes and grabbed the carseat and all. We finally were ready to go and as I sat in the front seat and got into the drivers and I just started cracking up and I told him April Fools!!!! It was great and a perfect trial run for him. Hope everyone has a fabulous day!