3 months!

3 days old

8 days old

10 days old

18 days old

2 months

2 months

2 months

It's hard to believe my baby girl will be 3 months old in a few days. Time truly does goes so fast and they grow up so quickly. I have enjoyed every moment of it though. She was supposed to have her two month check up on July 5th, but we had to move it to July 28th since we had to change our flight to West Virginia. She weighed 12lb. 4oz. and was 23 1/2 inches long. She had to get her shots as well and she absolutely HATED those. She screamed like I have never heard before. It instantly brought tears to my eyes :) 

She's growing too fast for me already. I love watching her develop every day though and get a little bit smarter and a little bit stronger. I love being her mommy. She loves her bath and her hands seem to be her most favorite thing right now. She loves chewing on them. She's a very good sleeper (she most definitely got that from her daddy) although lately she's been fighting it more in the evenings. She's a pretty calm baby, but likes to know what's going on in the world when she's awake. She's still very good at snuggling with mommy and I don't want that to ever end. Mommy and daddy love you sweet girl. Happy 3 months to you!

the 4th

This isn't exactly how we had planned to spend the 4th, but whatever works.

I bought Aubree two cute 4th of July shirts since this was her first big holiday. We had planned on going to Silverado to watch the fireworks on Sunday the 3rd, but instead we were on a plane to West Virginia. We did see a few fireworks from the plane before landing in D.C.

hanging out in Boston during our layover 

On the 4th, we had planned on watching more fireworks in Yountville, but we spent the day in the hospital with Grammy. She was very happy for the company and we were glad we could be together with the family. 

Happy 4th!

She was able to spend it with her two new cousins; Carolina & Cohen

We love our Grammy

Our first 4th!

Hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July. How did you celebrate?

Why?

Why do bad things happen to such good people? Why do things happen the way they do? And why does all the bad stuff seem to happen all at once? I am most definitely asking myself these questions this week.

My oldest sister has been going through a rough time in her marriage and recently found out that divorce is what he wanted. On Monday though she found out some more hard news about all that. I couldn't imagine dealing with what she is dealing with right now plus continue to raise two kids and run a business. As much as the divorce is necessary, it would still be so hard to say good-bye after 14 years of marriage and like 3 dating. I just sit and ache for her, but mostly ache for my niece and nephew. I love them beyond words and never want to see them hurting. It's hard hearing all that she's going through and being so far away. I just want to wrap my arms around her and those kids and never let go. 

Thursday morning I talked to my mom quite a bit. She was shopping for Aubree so her house would be stocked when we got there. She kept talking over and over again about how excited she was for us to be there in a week. I love my mom and talk to her every single day. Thursday evening I get a phone call that she'd been in an accident. My first thought was a car accident on her way back home. Instead, she had fallen 7 feet off a concrete porch when the railing she was leaning against separated from the porch. Seriously? What a crazy accident. She broke her wrist in two places, dislocated her elbow, fractured her pelvic bone in 3 different places (2 on the left and one on the right) and fractured her sacrum. It's so hard seeing my mom in the shape she's in. She's having surgery on everything in the morning. I pray it all goes well and am so thankful I will be home all of July to help her. 

Saturday morning I'm beginning to feel a little better about my mom and then my sister calls with more bad news. My aunt and uncle were involved in a boating accident and it wasn't looking good for my aunt. That was the only information she had for me until about an hour later when she called back to let me know she didn't make it. My uncle was driving the boat and slowed down to let others go around when the boat behind him didn't see him and ran over top of their boat. Are you serious? Again, an insane accident.

I bawled until I felt like I had no more tears. Then my best friend calls to check on me and I bawl some more. Then my sister calls and I bawl some more. Then I walk into Aubree's room and see the quilt my aunt made for her and bawl some more. When I'm beginning to feel a little better, my uncle calls. (I really wasn't ready for that conversation.) His last words to me before he got off the phone were, "She wanted to hug on your baby girl so badly." I do wish she could've met her ): He's excited to see us. We fly out in the morning..

So why? Why do these things happen? I know there is a reason for all of this and some day I will have the answer, but right now I can't help but ask why. 

I've been feeling like something bad was going to happen soon. Things were just going way too good in our family and you can't always have everything perfect right? I just never imagined it would be any of this. 

Right now I'm really trying hard to focus on the many blessings I have. 
Thankful for a WONDERFUL husband who has taken such good care of me this week. He immediately got on the phone to take care of Aubree's 2 month check up that was supposed to take place Tuesday. He also immediately changed our flights to the next available one we could get. He knew how much I wanted to be with my family without me even having to say so. He really is truly wonderful and I'm so lucky to have him. 
Thankful for my sweet baby girl. She helps me get through these rough patches and I can't imagine life without her now. I can't get enough of holding and kissing her. She has blessed my life in so many ways already.
Thankful my mom is still here even if she is hurting right now. It could have definitely been worse. 
Thankful for the wonderful family that I have and for airplanes so I can get to the east coast to see them. 
Thankful for the job Rob has and for his dad allowing him to be so flexible that he can fly and be with me through all of this. 
Thankful for Katie for being so sweet and okay with the fact that I'll be gone all of July and can't help watch her cute boy, Dean. And thankful for Amanda who will be taking over. 
Thankful for the gospel. Rob and I went to the temple on Friday. It felt really good. I was very grateful for that trip and for Grandma Frye for watching Aubree. 
Most definitely thankful for eternal families. My aunt was a wonderful person and I'm glad she and my uncle were sealed together so they can be together again one day. 


It's been a rough week. I'm beyond over it. 

Carolina

My brother and his wife had their first baby on June 10. She was born at 10:08 A.M. She weighed 7lb. 4 oz. and was 19.5 inches long. 

Welcome to the world Carolina Marie Kimble

You are absolutely beautiful and we can't get over all that hair you have :) 

Aunt Trishy can't wait to hold you and she's very excited for you and Aubree to meet. 

We love you baby girl!

Labor story

I imagine every girl dreams..wait, "dreams" doesn't sound right. Dreams is the word we use when imagining our wedding day, so instead I will use the word thinks.


I imagine every girl "thinks" about how their labor is going to go before it actually happens. For me, here are a few things I thought about:


1) How was I supposed to know when "true labor" was actually happening? When I would ask this question, everyone responded with; "oh, you will just know." Gee..thanks.
2) How was I supposed to know what a "real contraction" felt like? Once again, the answer I got was; "oh, you will know. It will just stop you in your tracks and you can't do anything else." Hmmm...
3) I kept hoping my water would just break and then I knew I would have to go to the hospital without sitting around questioning if I should or should not.
4) I figured once I made it to the hospital, I would have plenty of time to call and let people know we would have a baby soon, take pictures, watch my contractions go across the monitor thing, etc.. :)
5) I kept thinking whether or not I would be able to handle the pain of having a child or if I would definitely need all the "drugs" to get through. I always told everyone that I was going to try and tolerate the pain as much as I could before getting an epidural just to see how much pain I could handle.
6) I imagined every person I hoped to be in the room would be, I would have time to put on my cute laborlooks gown and get cute pictures in it, they would call the doctor to my room when it was time to push, take pictures of this as well, get a picture of Rob cutting the cord, and then hold my sweet baby in my arms.


These are some of the things I thought about before that day actually came. Let's just say I don't think one single thing happened the way I had "thought" it would.

My labor story. Yes..this is the long version.

Thursday evening mom, Rob, and I decided to drive into the city and go to Pier 39. Mom was searching for t-shirts to take back for all her employees at Fox's. Earlier that day mom and I hiked a pretty good hill in 90 degree something temps and on the way into the city I started having a few contractions. I really didn't think anything of it because I have had contractions before and they just ended up going away so I assumed this would not be any different. I definitely didn't get my hopes up at all. We ended up getting back home around 9 that night and I was still having contractions but they weren't hurting me AT ALL. I was tired and so I went to be around 11. I woke back up around 12:30. It was only an hour and a half of sleep, but thank goodness it was a good hour and a half because I didn't fall back asleep the rest of the night. My contractions had not gone away yet so I stayed up all night timing them, playing games on the iphone, reading about labor...whatever I could do to keep myself occupied while I timed my contractions  and hoped it was the real deal. My contractions were about 10 minutes apart ALL NIGHT LONG. They didn't hurt at all but they were consistent.


Around 5:30, they got a little bit closer. They were about 5-7 minutes apart by this time. I woke Rob up and told him how far apart they were and that I was going to shower just to see if this might stop them or slow them down. Not that I was trying to stop my contractions, I just didn't want to go to the hospital if this wasn't real labor so I wanted to make sure. By this time, I could feel when a contraction was about to happen. My lower back would start hurting first and then the pain would move around to the front and I would feel a slight cramp. I decided to call the hospital and get their advice. Here's how that conversation went: This is my first pregnancy, I've had consistent contractions all through the night, they are now about 5 minutes apart, I can feel them coming on, I've had a little spotting, and I'm just wondering if you think I should head to hospital. 
Can you talk through the contractions? Yes! How bad is the pain? Well, it def. hurts but I can handle it.
My advice to you is to wait until they are about 3-4 minutes apart and you can't take the pain any longer before heading to the hospital, because if you are able to walk and talk through a contraction then you aren't in "true labor." Here are a couple reasons you should come in: 1) you can't take the pain any more 2) the contractions are 3-4 minutes apart 3) your water breaks or you begin bleeding heavily. Call back if you decide to head this way. 


I figured she knew better than I did. I mean this was my first rodeo, so I hung up the phone and decided to wait a little longer to see if they got any worse. (I really didn't want to be that girl that went to the hospital every time I felt a contraction and they just send you back home.) About 30 minutes pass and the pain does get a little worse. By now I'm having Rob time my contractions and they are about 3 minutes apart and lasting around a minute. He decides it's time to head to the hospital. I go wake my mom up and tell her what's going on. She and Rob both shower, we load up the bags, make a couple phone calls, and head to the hospital. It's around 8:20 a.m. when we leave the house. Rob calls his parents, my doctor (he's a family friend,) the hospital, and we both send out mass texts to let them know we are on our way.


The 20 minute drive there was pretty rough. The pain was pretty bad. I definitely could not talk through the contractions at this point. Rob pulls up to the hospital doors and mom and I get out while he parks the car. I didn't want to head up to labor and delivery without him and while we are waiting downstairs, my water breaks. Lovely! Rob comes around the corner like 30 seconds later and we get on the elevator to go check in. They begin asking questions like: what's your address? and all I could think was that I did not care one bit what my address was, just get me to a room. Ha!


I finally make it into the triage room where they want to check and prep me for delivery. They tell me to keep breathing and put my gown on. I don't even have time to get my clothes off before screaming: "Mom! I have to push." Let me tell you...the words "I have to push" sent those nurses into a frenzy. They were pretty relaxed and calm and probably thought I was just being a sissy about the pain, but when those words came out of my mouth, they went into panic mode. I was able to get the bottom half of my clothes off before they put me on a bed to check and see how far I was dilated. She told me to relax and keep breathing and that she was just going to see if I was dilated far enough to take me to delivery. The next thing I hear is, "She's a ten and crowning. We have to go." As they are wheeling me down the hallway I ask, "So I guess this means I don't get an epidural?" She lets me know that I def. would not be getting an epidural, in fact, I did not even have time to get an IV. All I needed to worry about right now was pushing. Ha! 


We make it to labor and delivery. They barely get a gown on me and up on a bed. Nothing is ready to go in the room and the midwife (that was luckily around at the time) tells me to keep pushing and less than 10 pushes later I'm holding my baby girl. Aubree Paige Frye was born Friday, May 6 @ 9:03 a.m. She was 7 lb. 12 oz. and 20 inches long. Everything was such a blur and happened so fast. We checked in the hospital at 8:43 and 20 minutes later we were parents.

Like I said..NOTHING happened the way I imagined it to. My water did not break at home. I had contractions but I guess not enough to hurt me so that I would go to the hospital. My doctor did not even make it to the hospital in time to deliver my baby girl. Rob did not get to cut the cord. I did not get to wear my cute gown and get pictures in it the way I wanted to. I guess I did learn one thing..I don't need any drugs to have a kid. Ha. 


So..that's it. That's how it all happened. All the doctors were amazed at how fast it happened. I dont know any differently.. I assume they deal with labors like that all the time, but apparently not? All I know is that it was quick and insane, but I am so thankful everything went okay and we now have a healthy baby girl. She was VERY bruised and swollen and her eyes were really bloodshot from coming so quickly. The cord was also wrapped VERY tightly around her neck so thank goodness we at least made it to the hospital. 


During the last 3 weeks of my pregnancy I remember telling Rob a few times how I felt so much pressure as if she was just going to fall out any minute. He of course looked at me like I was crazy and reminded me that it just doesn't happen that way. Well..apparently it does! :) 

Even though it was a day later than planned, I did manage to get a picture in my laborlooks gown with my sweet baby girl. 

mom visits

My mom flew in on the 1st of May. I kept hoping baby girl wouldn't arrive before she made it here. Once my mom got here, I was ready for her to make her appearance at any time. 

Sunday-mom flies in late. We pick her up around 9:30 and get back around 11. Straight to bed..this little lady is tired. 

Monday-we hung out, went to lunch, and of course went on a nice long walk (anything to try and get the baby out. ha) That evening we went to Scandia for a ward activity. It was fun. My mom won the miniature golf game and it was probably only her second time ever playing :) 

Tuesday-Happy Birthday to my mom. I love spending her birthday with her. Mom and I took a big hike up Westwood Hills. It was pretty intense, but we made it :) We took her and Rob's dad out to eat that evening @ Cheesecake factory since his birthday is Friday. We had a good time. 

Wednesday-lots of hanging out. We went to Yo'bell for yogurt and went on another walk. Made dinner that evening and went for another walk after Rob got home. 

Thursday- Guess what? Mom and I went for another walk today. ha! It was another intense hike up a hill in like 90 degree weather. We went into the city that evening to go to Pier 39. My mom wanted to buy t-shirts for all her employees. I had some contractions start while we were there. I didn't worry about it, but they did continue through the night.

Friday..had my baby. That story will be in another post. 

 Happy Birthday! Absolutely loved having you here with me. 

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I tried my best to get a weekly shot of my belly during the pregnancy. I didn't start until I was 12 weeks along, but I think I only missed like 3 weeks from that point on. I only shared these pictures with my family and two close friends back home so I'm surprised I'm actually putting them on my blog. Ha! Oh well...good memories AND i did warn you before you looked :) 

I am now in my 39th week of pregnancy. I will hit 40 weeks on Wednesday. Although I'm ready for her to make her debut, I am hoping she waits until Monday. When Monday hits, I will allow her to come any time she wants. By then my mom will be here and Dr. Wagner will be back in town. I'd really like to have them both present when she decides to come into the world :)