Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome BABY Parry!!!!

Which is Which? Parry or Kyren?

Alright so this time I will post pics first and put the story down at the bottom.

Look at all that back fat.

We think Parry looks just like Jordan, especially when he made this face.

Heres Kyren at 2 days (below)

Heres PArry at 3 days (below)

This is how we keep Parry safe from Kyren during tummy time.

The CARR BOYS

Parry (above) at 4 days old, heading home from the Hosptial

The one above is Kyren at around 2 days old.....Can you believe how much they look alike? The one below is Parry at 1 week

Parry at One week old, the swelling has decreased in his face a ton, pictures of course don't quite do justice.

Its amazing how the last two months feel like the whole 9 months, making pregnancy feel like its at least 18 months long!! I spend the first 3 months being awed by the idea of being pregnant, and of course all the nice side effects of being nautious ( i know thats not how you spell that) and not wanting to eat, not being able to eat and just feeling all over sickly, but pregnancy doesnt seem real, you are showing anything yet, and it just feels like you have a bad cold that insists on sticking around for 3 months. I think about being pregnant and about the baby and look up on the interenet what stage he is at etc, let just say its very much on my mind and yet seems unreal, all the while looking forward to being week 20 so that we can go get our ultrasound. Then the awaited day of the ultrasound comes and its almost like your having the baby that day, its here, we get to see him! Then all of sudden its like you forget your pregnant, about week 25 my sicknesses finally go away and I can choke dont food (previously i have been subsisting on dole juice and chocolate milk 24-7). I almost forget I am pregnant, its too far away to really hope for or get excited about delivary days (that will just depress you) and I am not quite big enough to make daily living an impossibility, so your forced to "pretend" that your not pregant, pretend like you think its a beautiful "miracle" that your getting fatter and puffier every day, and it is really quite amazing that you can't breathe when you bend over any more, and its always fun to ignore the 2 hour long hiccups inside that make you feel like your spassing but you cant even hold your breath or flex to get rid of them and then of course there are the relaxing evening/nights when I like to stay awake pondering (best accomplished in the bathroom of course) on the beauty of being a woman cuz I can no longer sleep..... that last about 7 weeks.....and then I hit the dreaded 32-33 weeks along. Now I should give pregnacy some credit, it is very fun around 6 months when you can feel the baby move and Jordan can finally feel and see him move also, there is a 3 weeks span in there where its not soooo bad and the babies still small enough to move . At 33 weeks however, I am done! This time around especiallymy belly was already bigger than most full term women, thanks to my small torso and my bodies inability to correlate a small torso with a small baby! The ultrasound at 34 weeks declared Parry 7 + pounds and I still had 6 weeks to go. The last 2 months are awful and I will not hide my contempt for the whole ordeal of bringing children into this world, there should be another way. Animals have pregnancies of 3-4 months, why cant we? And 200 lb panda bears give birth to a pound cub! Now is that fair? I don't think so. And the worst part is that there is no choice, once you decide you want a child, thats the end of your ability to choose, it just grows and grows and grows and the little glutenous baby gets to decide when HE wants to come out, without consulting me! There should be an eject button, or a "Times UP!" button, a warning sign that they only have 3 weeks left till you want them out so they better hurry up and finish, don't worry about putting fat on just finish the vitals first. These are the lovely thoughts that posses my brain the last 6 weeks. You start getting things together, you think about what its going to be like and as it gets closer you start wondering every day if Today is the day!? I might not be so impatient if Kyren hadnt come 3 weeks early, so at the 3 weeks mark I really start getting bitter. Oh and then you add the Constant remarks that I am having twins. I didnt get that with Kyren, he was pretty normal sized as far as the belly went, I think he sunk down lower cuz I had a lot of problems with numb legs, and swelling in my feet and pelvic pain with him that I didnt have with Parry. Even my doctors wife looked at me and said...."You know I only ever reached 40 cm with my twins" And a lady in my ward with twins liked to remind me constantly that I was way bigger than she was so that baby was going to pop out any day. Which at first was kinda excitng to think....maybe he would come at 35 weeks! But then at 37 weeks when she said the same thing I felt like saying...." NO he is not coming out he is going to stay in there FOREVER and next week my belly will be so BIG you won't be able to see my FACE!!!" Then I started feeling ripped off, heck I should be having twins, how ridiculous is that? I have a huge belly and I am only getting one out of the deal, they atleast got two, I want the two for one deal, what newspaper was that coupon in? Oh and thats not even mentioning the fact that with Kyren i got 2 little stretch marks that you could barely see, and Mr,. Parry here was having fun turning my belly into a tiger pattern, I never really cared for animal prints, so I really didnt like his taste in remodeling my belly for me. Jordan seems to like them tho, he says it looks like my belly is on Fire, it gives me that wild look....hehehe well what ever. And whats up with not being able to get in hot tubs!! I won't even go there!

So I waited 9 months for the next part of this little story and you only had to wait like 9 minutes while you read this, so heres the part you actually want to read. As you know Jordan flew out to pittsburgh at 36 weeks, now Kyren was born at 37 weeks and this pregnancy I had already had serious false labor that they had to stop so I was a little worried that baby Parry would come while Jordan was gone. Pregnnacy is a horrible thing to have to plan around cuz you cant plan for it. So just for precautions Chelsea flew down the day after Jordan left, which was the last week of July. Which was fun cuz I got to celebrate my birthday with Chels. She stayed for 4 weeks, and it worked out wonderfully. The first two weeks we got to play around and do girly things, like watch girly movies, go to the beach, go boogie boarding, paint nails, get our hair cut/permed, and go shopping. We got to get new outfits for her and buy some college stuff she needed to get. Oh and I found I love the store Nordstrom Rack, I cant wait till I have my body back to go and get some cute, cheap stuff for me.

Anway so two weeks passed and we were getting kinda bored and so decided to go to a water park. I had been to my OB apointment the thursday before and was "high and closed solid" meaning I wasnt dilated or effaced or even close! We almost bought the tickets to the water park online the night before but didnt because we found a coupon that you had to use in person. So we got everything ready and went to bed. That was Monday, Tuesday morning I noted having contractions pretty consistant around 7:30 but didnt give them much credence since I had been having contractions alot (since we had been trying to induce the thing) but they always went away, I had resigned myself to give up hope and just live with it till my due date, Jordan and chels had too, hence why we were going to a water park. But about 40 minutes later I started noting the times between contractions mentally, but I didnt say anything, I tried to tell myself that today was not the day, dont start hoping cuz its two weeks early and your just oing to have live with it for 2 more weeks! At 9 when we were to be leaving we finally decided that we should wait two hours (the park didnt open till 10 anyway) and see what happened. So we kept track. The first hour of keeping track they were every 7-8 minutes apart, then the second hour they were 4 minutes about with minute long duration, and they were really painful, so we finally called the doctor and he said we could come in right then. I was still worried they were going to go away by the time we got there or that even if I was having good contractions I wasnt dilated so they would just say to wait. So we took a shower, ate breakfast, packed out bags etc. Taking our time, by the time we left they really really hurt, but I know how hospitals are and they like to tie you to the bed which just makes them hurt worse, walking around feels much better, but I wasnt sure how c-sections worked, I was pretty sure once they checked you just went in, but again I wasnt sure if you had to be dilated and I was pretty sure I wasnt since I dilate really really slow ( atleast I did last time and I wasnt dilating this time even with serious contractions the week before) So we went in, and everything was very calm, which made it seem unreal, they hooked me up and affimed that I was having contractions every 3 minutes and they were lasting 60-80 seconds. Oh and I was dilated to a 4, which was great news, so the nurse said the c-section should start within a half hour. And they don't give you the spinal shot until you go into the c-section room. Now a little pause for those who don't know, I scheduled a c-section beacuse my tail bone is still not completely healed from giving birth to Kyren. He was 30 hours of labor (30 hours of serious natural labor with contractions starting at 3 minutes apart and by the end of were only 30 seconds apart lasting a minute and half) Anyway he broke my tail bone and pelvic bone coming out, and I learned afterwards that tail bones take a year to a year and half to heal and if broken before they completely heal will take almost twice that to heal the second time. So if the baby was small, around 7 or less I was going to try vaginal delivery again, but he was determined to be a big boy, so we scheduled a c-section, which I really didnt want and was rather apprehensive about.

Anyway so at 12:30 the nurse tells me that a lady came in 10 min before with some complications and so they were attending to her first and the other c room had just started a c right before I came in so I had to wait. So I got to go through 2 more hours of awful contractions before I was admitted, but at least it make it seem a little more real that I was actually going to have a baby by having to go through the contractions. Man those things really hurt, I get that stupid back pain like crazy. They give you something called a spinal shot instead of an epidural if you want, which prevents your baby from being drowsy cuz they give it to you right before the surgery so it doesnt really have time to get tothe baby. Oh and the stupid nurse kept insisting tha tI stay lying down in the stupid bed so that she could monitor the baby, contractions hurt way more when you have to be on your back, at least with the first one I was able to move and walk around (I was with a midwife) and didnt have an IV, it was much better. So I went in and got stabbed in the back and then went completley numb almost through my arms. It was really weird, I couldnt feel anything! I expected to be able to feel tugging and know when my body was moving or being moved, but I couldnt, If i didnt know better I would have declared myself to not even have legs or a torso. Whcih made the whole c-section kinda sureal. It was like watchig someone else have the procedure done. I got to watch the whole thing, which I thought was pretty cool, and of course Jordan loved being able to watch it. It really went very smooth, by the time I went in I had been having contractions for 7 hours and so was more than ready to be done, it was almost like vaginal in that its pain pain pain and then its gone and you see a cute little fat cheeked baby and sigh with relief when it starts screaming. So Parry was "born" at 2:56 pm on Tuesday the 17th of August. The doctor and nurses did a great job, they let me see him and hold him and then did their usual stuff, measuring etc. Jordan said the wierdest part was extracting the fluid from Parry's lungs, I of course didnt see it but the lady had a little hollow mallet that they wack the rib cage with to get all the fluid out and use suction and try to get the guy to scream a much as possible, Jordan was amazed at how much stuff came out. He was measured at 20 inches long and weighed 9 lbs 8 oz. (kyren was the exact opposite and was 8 lb 9 oz at 22 in long)

I'll tell ya, Parry was one Fat little dude, he looked massive, with huge fat little cheeks and fat eyebrows so much so that he couldnt open his eyes. And the funniest part was his back fat, he had rolls on his back just like a new puppy, you know how they are picked upby the nap of their neck. Then it took them about 15 minutes to stictch me up and then I was transfered into another room where I had the skin to skin time and breastfed. He does great at eating. I was very lucky this time around again for he latches on great.

It was perfect for Chelsea to be here, we were able to leave and not worry about Kyren, by that time she new his schedule perfectly and so we were able to stay in the hospital for 3 days and nights while she took care of Kyren and brought him to visit. Chelsea was truly a life saver and we loved having her down with us for amonth. Chelsea got to spend the first week with Parry and then flew home the same day my Mom flew in, so they switched places. Jordan was stuck in Las Vegas doing work for 3 days (they told him just one day but kept extending it every day) so it was a little stressful to figure out how to drop chelsea off and pick up my mom since I cant drive, but it all worked out and Jordan is now back. So now Grandma is here. Which we are so glad for, there's nothing like Grandma being around to help. Kyren does really well with Parry being around. Its so weird taht now we have TWO kids, it makes me feel really old. But I love it, it feels so right and I am so excited that they are close. They are 15 months apart. Kyren is such a good boy and so far Parry is unbelievably good that I don't think its going to be as hard as it could be if either one were less so. Of course its a little early to declare Parry's personality but so far he is a very calm baby. He sleep ALL the time. Last night I fed him at midnight and he didnt wake up again until 6 am. Of couse now Grandma is here he will be sleeping all the way through through the night pretty soon. Kyren slept from 10-6 at two weeks so we will see if Parry learns as fast. He doesnt really cry, he just grunts when he is hungry, and he LOVES belly time. He had his one week apointment and 9.4 lbs and 21.5 inches long and his chord has already fallen off. At first Kyren didnt know what he was, it wasnt untl he saw him naked that I think he realized he was a little human, and he gets very concerned when Parry crys when he gets his diaper changed. At first he would go to touch Parry and then would run away at the last minute and giggle, or poke him and giggle. But a week later he has gotten comfortable enough to give him kisses and he likes to poke his nose and rub his hair. He is finally learning what being Gentle means. two days ago was the first time Kyren held Mr. Parry and it was really cute to watch him go between loving it and not knowing what to do with him.

Well Now it is just reccovering time. Its 6 weeks till I am supposed to be completely healed ready to resume normal life. 2 weeks till I can leave the apt and drive around, I am already 1 and half weeks so only a bit more till I am not a complete invalid. The hardest part is not bending over or picking up Kyren.