I know... I know....

It has been way to long since I have last posted. But most of you know that it was because of us being very busy, with 1) buying and moving into our new house! It's a 2800 square foot home that sits on 1/4 acre lot. It has four bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a loft, huge kitchen and pantry, two living rooms, and a big backyard. I didn't take any pictures of the inside because it is messy and not done being decorated (is it ever done?).


2) We had our little baby girl. Peyton Marie Eckman joined our family on January 13, 2010 at 5:51 pm. She weighed 9 pounds 7 ounces and was 20 3/4 inches long. Her birth story is, my doctor didn't want me to have another 10 pounder baby, so I was induced at 39 weeks to avoid that. They started me on pitocin at 10 am and a couple hours later tried to break my water. The doctor was having a hard time finding the water sack, since the baby was on it. She was only able to poke it a couple times. Doctor wanted me to switch positions to see if the baby would move. As the were sitting me up, and gush came out and I was like, "Um.. I think my water broke!" The doctor, nurses, and I started laughing. They upped my pitocin to get contractions more intense, and about 20 minutes later I wanted that lovely thing called an epidural! Once I got that, they checked me and I was sitting at 5 cm. We started taking bets on when she would come. Twenty-five minutes later, I was having intense pressure and felt the need to push. Reed ran to get the nurses. They came back, checked me again, and I was at an 8!! I never went that fast with my first, so this was new! They couldn't do much for me with the pressure, but the upped my dosage for the epidural and that took a little edge off of the pressure. For the next couple hours, I could feel pressure with every contraction but not the contractions themselves. At 4:45 pm, it was time to start pushing. I have to say, the next hour seemed like it went really fast to me. I was getting exhausted near the end and about to give up, but Reed was the best coach for me and continued to cheer me on. The nurses brought in a mirror for me to see how close she was. That was enough to give me the extra drive. Four or five pushes later, she was here. Our little girl was finally here.


3) Life in general. It seems that life gets more busy with the more kids you have. But I love them both to pieces.



Reed has finally started school for his job. He has been on casual status since October, and was very anxious to get the ball rolling. JD has been doing well with the new addition to our family. He is a very big helper for me and has a times of great affection towards his little sister. I feel so blessed right now with my two adorable kids, a great husband, and the fact that we are so much closer to our family and friends now. I'm going to try and keep up with my blogging now, but I make no promises.