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Fisher Scott (The Bear) at Two Years

Our boy is two! He is a ball of energy, nonstop action, rough and tumble, wild and fun. We are convinced he is a toddler genius, obviously.

The Bear’s Stats at Two Years Old:
34 pounds 6 oounces
35.5 inches tall
95th percentile for weight
70th percentile for height
20 inch head
90th percentile for head size

He loves trucks, tractors, trains, horses, and dogs.  He calls horses “nay nays”.
He loves for Mama or Daddy to read to him.  
His favorite books are Curious George & the 1st Day of School, The Little Blue Truck, Green Eggs and Ham, Brown Bear Brown Bear, and anything about trucks and tractors.   
His favorite shows are Dinosaur Train, Curious George, Handy Manny, and Bob the Builder.  
  He loves playing with his older cousins, his friends, and is super sweet to his little sister.  He loves having his favorite friends over to play as well as going over to their houses.

He can throw, kick, run, and jump with both feet.  He loves to color and paint and stack blocks.  
He recently moved into his big boy room and is learning to sleep in a regular bed.
He just started using the potty chair with limited success.  

His favorite foods are bananas, peanut butter and honey sandwiches, waffles, pancakes, oranges, grapes, blueberries, and strawberries.  He recently had his first popsicle and it was a big hit.  He love to drink milk and mommy’s green smoothies.  
He loves to swim wearing his puddlejumper.  He is so brave and loves jumping off the side of the pool to Mama or Daddy, and loves it when Daddy throws him up in the air.
His giggles are pure joy and totally contagious.
He is stubborn and curious and hilarious.
He loves his Dede, Poppy, and Paw Paw, and all his aunts and uncles.
His favorite thing to do is help Daddy work around the house.
We are so proud of our big boy and love him more every day. 

Happy Birthday Bear!

Happy 1st birthday to my sweet little boy!
I’m so thankful that you made me a mama one year ago. 
You are the light of my life and am grateful for you every day.  
I’m so excited to see what the future holds for you.
We pray every day that God will mold us into the parents He wants us to be so that we can model His love for you.  We pray that you will be healthy and strong and a man after God’s own heart.  

Fisher at Five Months

 Here is our boy at five months.
His favorite activities right now:
bath time with Daddy
Mommy & Daddy serenading him
playing in his Johnny Jump Up and Exersaucer
walks around the neighborhood
being outside

 He is so curious and aware of his surroundings.  He tries to touch and grab everything, then stick it in his mouth.  We’ve had a few messes caused by curious little fingers.

His eyes are still a gorgeous blue grey.  
He smiles and laughs so many things.
A few examples:
me hiccuping
Jackson (our dog)
rubbing his belly with my face
when we smile or laugh
silly songs
This look may be a preview of the teenage years.
He does push ups like a champ, but still isn’t rolling over. 
I blame the giant noggin.
He babbles constantly, especially when wanting attention.  His little voice is so sweet, but he can get LOUD.
He sits up pretty well, but can come crashing down at any time without warning.  Most of the time the crashes don’t bother him at all.  I wish I could have posture like his.  
He is super easy going, and sleeps really well most of the time.  He sleeps from 7 pm to 7 am with only one feeding at 10 pm in between.  We are still exclusively breastfeeding, but are excited to start solid food soon.  
We fall more in love with him every day.  

Fisher at Four Months

Today our boy is five months old, so I’m officially a month behind.  Here he is at four months.  Don’t you just want to squeeze him?  A random lady at the Texas State Fair asked how many tickets it would cost to take a bite of those baby thighs.  I was a bit creeped out, but still flattered.

Fisher is growing and changing and doing new things every day.  He is laughing and really responding to us now.  He discovered his feet and likes to chew on his toes.  He has started soothing himself by sucking on his thumbs and sometimes his whole hand.

At his four month check up he weighed 18.2 pounds, putting him in the 95 percentile for weight.  We’ve come a long way since our breastfeeding crisis at 2 weeks old.  He is still exclusively breastfeeding and I would say it is working pretty well.

His eyes are still blue with hints of grey and green.  As a brown eyed girl married to a blue eyed boy, I hope his eyes stay blue like his daddy’s.

He is losing his soft baby hair and has a wicked mullet developing in the back.  It is still super cute.  New hair is starting to come in on top and I think it looks a lot lighter.  His daddy and I were both blonde as kids (Jed still is) so I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns a lot lighter.

At his check up he measured at 25 1/4 inches long, in the 75 percentile.  He also measured off the charts for cuteness.

He has started really grabbing things this month, so we are having to be more careful.  He likes holding on to his toys and then putting them straight in his mouth.  I bought him an exersaucer (we call it his office) at a consignment sale, and he loves it.  I bring it into the kitchen while I’m cooking and he plays happily.  He is also loving his Bumbo chair right now.  

But mostly he just loves his toes.

Fisher’s Birth Story

 Welcome to the world, Fisher Scott Eby.  We are so excited that you’re here.  Our boy is 7 1/2 weeks old now, and we are getting the hang of parenting him a little more each day.  It has taken me a little while to be ready to tell this story.  I did not have the birth I planned or expected, and for some reason I needed to mourn the loss of that for a little while.  As my due date approached, everything was looking good.  I had been 3-4 cm dilated for weeks and almost completely effaced.  Because Fisher was measuring large, my doctor wanted to induce before my due date.  I wanted to wait until a few days after, and she respected that decision, but didn’t want me to wait very long.  We negotiated for 3 days after the due date.
On May 31st we went in for our induction at 8 am.  They told me not to eat, but I’ve never been a rules kid so we hit Chick-fil-a on the way.  I researched eating during labor and saw that the only reason they tell you not to is because of the slim chance of an emergency c-section, and if in case of c-section the slim chance you will have to put under general anethesia.  Jed made me confess to the nurse that I had eaten (he is such a rules kid), and the only consequence was that I had to wait until noon to be eligible for an epidural.  So glad I ate those chicken minis.
I wanted to try to birth without meds, but knew it would be difficult with pitocin contractions.  When we arrived I was 4 cm dilated and totally effaced.  I started progressing well and held off the epidural until around 1.  The reason I went for it was that I had my sister and brother-in-law in the room (who are a nurse and doctor) reading the monitor and telling me the strength of the contractions.  I could handle them ok where they were, but knew they would be getting worse.  Once back labor started I was ready for some meds.
My doctor offices 2 floors below labor and delivery, so she was in and out all day which was unexpected and awesome.  Fisher was flipped sunny side up which makes for a difficult delivery, so she tried to turn him twice.  This was not fun.  Seriously not fun.
After laboring from 10 until 5:30, I was at 10 cm and ready to push.  Fisher was still facing up so I knew I had a hard road ahead.  My doctor, our awesome nurse, my mom, sister, and Jed were all in the room.  I pushed with everything I had for 2 hours without much progress.  Fisher moved only from a -2 to a -1.  My doctor was concerned but knew I wanted to avoid a c-section so she let me push a further 30 minutes.  I have never worked so hard in my whole life.  My epidural wore off for the most part after 1.5 hours of pushing, and the back labor was like no pain I’ve ever experienced.  My sweet sister was my doula and massaged my back throughout the pushing while Jed and our nurse held my legs.  My doctor allowed me to try several different positions (all fours, on my side, etc) but nothing worked.  After 2.5 hours of pushing and no movement, my doctor broke the news that I would have to have a c-section.  She didn’t want to attempt to use forceps or a vacuum because he was stuck behind my pelvis and his shoulder would almost certainly break.  I agreed to a c-section and the wheels went into motion.  I was calm and had a peace about it, but it was pretty scary for Jed.
Because my epidural had stopped working a new had to be put in, but it didn’t work either.  Finally after 45 minutes of trying to get me numb the doctor had to use local and light general anesthesia.  This freaked Jed out because I had eaten a few Luna bars throughout the day (so not a rules kid).  Thankfully Fisher was not in distress so they were able to wait for me to be numb.  The c-section went well and Jed was handed our beautiful baby boy at 8:56 pm, just 13 hours after arriving at the hospital.  He weighed 8 lbs 10 oz, and was 19 in long.

This is our first family photo.  I am totally out of it, but so relieved to have a healthy baby.  I just knew he was a boy the whole pregnancy.  🙂

Our sweet friends and family were in the waiting room for hours so they could meet our boy.  They are awesome.

Fisher was a little bit angry to be out in the world.  
Finally I got to hold him in the recovery room where we tried to nurse and had a few minutes to bond.  I fell in love instantly and am so grateful to have him in my life.  I mourned the birth that I wanted and that was not expected.  It was really hard for me to get over the fact that I couldn’t birth my son the way I wanted to.  Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful for modern medicine because without it my son and I might not be here.  Fisher was so stuck in my pelvis that the nurse had to push him back out so the doctor could pull him out.  Yikes.  There was no way he would have birthed vaginally.  I second guess the decision to induce and wonder if we had waited until he was ready if he would have flipped over to the correct position.  We will never know, and I have to come to terms with the birth I did have.  I was made to be Fisher’s mama, and I am so thankful to the Lord for providing me with a beautiful, healthy son.    
 Did you have a birth plan?  Did your birth go according to plan?  

Daddy and Fisher

 Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there, and especially to my own sweet daddy and my wonderful husband.  I love you both and am so grateful to have both of you in my life.