I Lied...

Well... kind of. Remember the whole "my 1 week old sleeps 9 hours a night" thing? There may have been a good reason for it. He was jaundice. Really jaundice and it was sedating him. We had to put him on the lights and it was horrible... just like it was with Pep but this time we got to use the blanket instead of the bed so we could at least hold him and comfort him instead of letting him scream it out on the bed like Pep had to. The down side to the blanket is that it isn't as efficient and it took a full 7 days for his levels to go down to the point that we could take him off. His poor little feet were covered in scabs from all the bili tests and I had to force him awake every couple of hours day and night to feed him so the bilis would pass. After a long week of sleeping in chair in the living room we finally made it! Now he wakes once a night to eat, it isn't 9 hours of uninterrupted but I cant complain about either.
He is SO much more alert now and at 4 weeks (tomorrow) he is happy and healthy! Unfortunately we did his circumcision today so maybe not so much happy at this very moment but still healthy.
At his two week appointment he was in the 10nth percentile for both height and weight. He had lost a little weight (dropped to 6lbs 9 oz) and grown an inch. SO skinny! Im not sure what percentile he is in now but he has gained over a pound in the last week! He is now a whopping 7lbs 12oz! Still tiny but growing normally and he is just too much fun.
So yes... we did have a glow baby again. Hate jaundice!

 His new bouncer that Nana and Poppy got for him! Thank you! (also thank you Amber for being the middle man on the deal)

 Just chillin on a soccer ball

Pep and AnDee are slowly adjusting, as am I. This adjustment has been a rough one but we are making it and the fact that we have been able to be outside a little has helped a lot. They both still adore their baby and are so sweet with him. If only they would be that sweet with each other.
Pep is turning in to quite the smarty pants. He of course knows all his animals and their sounds (He  does call horsies "sushis" but its cute so I let him.) He loves to sing "a peanut sat on a railroad track" because he gets to make a choo choo sound AND yell "PEANUT BUTTER!!" in the same song. He can count to 10 all by himself and likes to practice his ABC's with AnDee (she is always all too happy to "teach" him) He loves wearing Daddy's boots and Mama's high heels and he has finally given up his bottle! He spends endless hours outside by himself and couldn't be any happier. I cant keep his shoes on him and he usually comes in covered in mud because he is always on the look out for worms... which he catches and then squishes the guts out of. He is ALL boy (aside from the high heel wearing) and HATES it when AnDee tries to get him to be her prince.

AnDee has become too intelligent for me to handle. She knows how to manipulate all too well and I find myself the victim on occasion. She says the most hilerious things and when I don't want to pull my own hair out in frustration because of her sassiness or her bossiness, we are best friends and she really honestly is the best helper and is still my saving grace when it comes to keeping the house clean. A while back we were driving to the store and the sun was setting. I pointed it out to her and her response was "Oh! Its SOOO beautiful! Its like a "balcano"!! (aka volcano) I just... I just... I think my heart is gonna "esplode!" Im so happy"    She has a knack for the dramatics. She has now started using her prayers as a way to reprimand the rest of us. She often says things like "and thank you that Pep can close his eyes and not talk during the prayer" Pep doesn't get it though... he just continues doing what he is doing.
Andrew is convinced we have some sort of ground hog or something in our back yard. He went out one night after dark to set up a trail cam so he could catch the little creatures on film. The kids of course wanted to go out with him but just a few minutes into the adventure AnDee decided it was too cold so she was going to run back to the house as fast as she could. It must have been really dark because she ran directly in to one of our little trees back there and it leveled her completely. She got a little bump and a bit of a scratch on her face but all in all she came out ok.
My kids are the best and we are so happy its spring time. Andrew and I have our hands full with yard projects this year and cant wait to get started! Life is good... sometimes hard but always good.
If you look closely you can see the tiny remainder of the scratch on her cheek

2 Weeks

Thats right! It has already been 2 weeks since the little Ike man came into our world. It seems incredibly unfair that the last 2 weeks of pregnancy seem like an eternity... literally everyday seems like forever and then you have the baby and time FLIES!
It wasn't a fluke by the way... Ike has been sleeping 8-9 hours every night for about a week now. Then he gets up, eats and goes back to sleep for a few more. The kid is too easy. He definitely inherited his dads sleeping habits, which I am so grateful for. He still loves to be held by his sister and puts up with all the hugs and kisses from both of his siblings. He's a champ and hardly ever complains about anything.
Pep and Buggy have been outside with Dad a lot lately. Despite the fact that there was still snow on the ground until a couple days ago they have spent endless hours helping dad get a the goat pen ready to finally move our goats down here. Next will be the chicken coup and then we can start on the garden!! We are SO ready for spring!
AnDee spends a lot of her time climbing the trees while she is outside. Of course Pep wants to join in on the fun...

and while everyone else is outside, Mom is STILL stuck in the house but lucky for me I have a really cute reason to be stuck in the house. He is pretty easy to take care of too. He almost always looks like this...

 or this

 or this

He especially likes to sleep in the warm sunshine

And when the kids decide its finally time to come in and warm up a little, they like to join him in the warm sunshine.

Last Sunday we got a visit from two of our very favorite people and Ike got to meet Whit and Uncle Dyl for the first time!

The First Week

This kid is too easy. I keep thinking its a fluke and that he is just fooling me in to thinking he is an awesome sleeper when really its just a cruel joke. He was sleeping 6 hours at a time during the night. He would go to bed at 10pm, get up at 4am to eat and then back to sleep until about 10am at which point I would have to wake him up so I didn't explode. But... as of last night he is sleeping 8 hours straight. Please bless this continues.
The kid is the perfect example of health. He eats good sleeps good and is just happy in general. The only time he really gets upset is when we change his diaper. He doesn't like to be cold. He already has a favorite blanky that is key to his awesome sleeping habits.
His siblings LOVE him and he loves them. In fact, I think he is more comfortable in AnDee's arms than he is just about anywhere else. The girl will sit and hold him for as long as I will let her. We are talking literally over an hour of just sitting and holding a baby. Maybe this is normal for a 3 year old but my 3 year old doesnt generally sit for anything for over an hour straight. She is so good with him and is, as was expect, the biggest helper. She honestly has kept my house clean. I think people think that its me keeping everything picked up and orderly... nope! Its AnDee
Pep has been surprisingly affectionate with Ike too. He loves to give him hugs and kisses and is SO proud when he gets to hold him. He shows him off to everyone he can and has to tell everyone that his name is "baby Ike" Im glad that Pep is such a mellow and forgiving kid. He has had a lot less attention lately and aside from a few outburst aimed at his bossy big sister, he has been very tolerant and accepting of it all.
We are still getting used to this 3 kids thing. This one has been a little harder as far as adjustments go and we have had a little too much yelling and way too many emotional outburst (mostly from mom) but we are getting in to the swing of things. Im scared for tomorrow when Andrew has to go back to work full time. Pray for me :)
Ike turned 1 week on Friday! Its so crazy how fast they change in the first little while. Here are a few pics from his first week!

 Pep even shares his choo choos with him. No one understands how big of a deal that is.

 This baby sneezes more than anyone should have to.

And here he is at one week. He is getting more alert and bright eyed everyday. Love him!

The Low Down

Meet the new addition to the Naugle Family

His name is Isaac (Ike) Lorenzo Naugle and we are in love with him. 6lbs 12oz, 19 inches long and absolutely perfect and healthy.

Labor was... intense and fast but the quickness of it made it fairly easy and he came out perfect. He even managed to have a completely round head. We have decided its because he didn't even have enough time to develop a cone head. My doc offered to induce me at 39 weeks and I didn't have enough will power to say no. I should have... I know. But lets be honest, how do you say no at that point in your pregnancy when you are SO incredibly miserable? I couldn't muster up the strength to refuse. However, I did know that I really wanted to try to avoid pitocin because I wanted to attempt a drug free birth. I did make everyone aware that I wasn't totally determined not to get the epidural and therefor I would probably end up with one. When its so easy and they keep offering... its another thing that is hard to say no to.
We decided to break my water to see if that would get my body going on its own. I was warned that I was "on the clock" once it was broken. The hospital has rules about how long they will let you labor after your water is broken before they take the baby c-section. My Doc told me I had one hour to walk the halls and try to get some contractions going. It took about 3 min. Apparently my body knew what to do. I didn't even make it out the door before I felt the first little contraction. From there they came every 1 and 1/2 to 2 mins and just got stronger with every one. I needed a potty break so we swung by my room and thats when the real pain started. I decided I would lay down for a second because I was breaking out in full body sweats. When I did lay down though, my contractions slowed down to about every 4 minutes but they got WAY more intense. Andrew hadn't eaten anything and was getting hungry so he asked for my permission to go get something "real quick" So I sent him off. The nurse had disappeared and I couldn't reach the call button.... and of course thats when all hell broke loose ;) The contractions were hitting and not letting go at all in between. I didn't have time to breath. I WAS DYING!!! ok... I wasn't dying but I really wished I would. By the time Andrew got back, one look at me and he knew that I was having thoughts of suicide. I was about 2 hours in to labor and I WANTED THE EPIDURAL!!! (hehe) He sent for the nurse but by the time she arrived and then sent for the epidural it had been about another 35-40 minutes. They finally got the drugs in me but by that point I was at a 10 and ready to push. In a matter of about 10 min (during the process of getting the epidural) I had gone from a 6 to a 10.  Less than 15 min later my doctor announced that "We had a TOM!" (Im not sure why he chose to use the name Tom and not the word boy but he did)
So there you have it. They broke my water at 9:30 a.m. I had my first contraction about 5 min later and I delivered at 12:27 p.m. I definitely think the epidural took the edge off but I wasn't even close to numb... I felt everything. Which was good. I wanted that experience and although I was too big of a wimp to go all the way without drugs I feel like I got to experience the greater part of it. That being said... My deepest respects go out to those women who choose all natural birth. You are incredible. Seriously... not just because you can endure the pain but because you have an option not to and you choose to go through it anyway. I however will not be trying it again. (haha) I have decided that doing it again would make me a little fearful or apprehensive about delivery and I don't want it to be something Im nervous about. If I felt like it was harmful to the baby or was causing complications  somehow to get the epidural I simply wouldn't do it. But I have 3 extremely healthy children. Not a single problem with one of them and so I say... give me the drugs!