22ish Weeks

We had our appointment on Tuesday at 22 weeks. Everything is perfect, hear beat in the 150s as it's been for the last few months. I have my gestational diabetes test next visit on 9/18 and then start biweekly visits after that. It seems so soon for all of that. I feel like this pregnancy is going so much faster, but I'm sure it's because I'm chasing a toddler in the midst of everything else going on.

Speaking of toddler, I got an email the other day that said "Your Preschooler" so apparently toddler is no longer the correct verbiage. Makes me want to SOB. My little boy is 3! How the heck did that happen.

Funny story from my 3 year old:

I was leaving for ASU the other day to start with recruitment preparation. James gave me a hug and then hugged my belly and said, "Bye baby sister!" He then reached up and grabbed my left boob and said "Bye other baby sister!" Followed by grabbing my right boob and saying, "Bye other other baby sister!"

Yea, that was awesome.

It's A...

GIRL!

I'm already knee deep in adorable baby girl clothes and I'm so thrilled. Jimmy and I would have been happy either way, but we're ecstatic to have one of each and I'm really excited for Jimmy to finally understand what it's like to have a little girl in his life.

Our anatomy scan was absolutely perfect. The ultrasound tech took his sweet sweet time to tell us the sex, but she has a perfect brain, heart, organs, bones, etc. She was measuring about half a pound at 18 weeks, which is right on track. According to the weekly updates, today (at 20 weeks), she is about 6.5 inches long and will likely double that here in the next 4-5 weeks, so we've got a lot of growing to do. I feel her pretty consistently. Like her brother, she moves around like a crazy person after I eat. Let's hope she gets the Labita appetite.

We've bought fabric for the nursery so I'm excited to start crafting. We will be buying James a big boy bed here in the next few weeks and I hope to go pick out paint this weekend to paint her room. From there, we only need a few bigger things as we bought most of the large items gender neutral with James. It's just adding cute clothes to her adorable wardrobe and personalizing her room. We can't wait for December!

Oh, and her name is officially Aubrey Ann. Her middle name is after my dear grandmother Ann. She isn't my grandmother by blood, but she's been a part of my life since day one and has always been such a strong presence of support for me and my family. I'm honored to be able to pass on her name to our little girl.

I'll work on getting better about pics... No promises. ;)

Alright...

So, I'm obviously not great about keeping this thing updated. I'll blame it on the child, a busy life, and me being lazy. So we have some news, that pretty much anyone who reads this will already know.

I'm pregnant with Baby 2.0. I'm currently 16 weeks 2 days, due on December 26th. Here is the background up to this point:

+ test - 4/17

Bloodwork on 4/17 (10DPO) - 40

Bloodwork on 4/19 (12DPO) - 97

Bloodwork on 4/25 (18DPO) - 2188

We heard the heartbeat at our first appointment on 5/3 and it was 180. Every appointment since has gone well and we will find out if we 're having another little boy or if I get to buy bows on 7/24! I'm getting very excited.

This was sometime last week, so ~15 weeks (I know it's blury):

2 Years and an MBA (almost)...

On July 15th, my baby boy turned two. He doesn't look like a baby anymore, he looks like a boy and it makes me sad. My Mom always jokes that she will give me the brick to put on his head, but it never worked on me. It is so amazing to watch him grow each day and to listen to him learn his way through this crazy world.

We had a party at my father in laws house and had a bunch of friends and family over. It was an overall good day and my little man is so blessed to be so loved.

On Saturday, I walked in my graduation ceremony for my MBA. I won't be done until October 24th (my birthday). It probably wasn't the wisest choice I've made as now my brain feels like it's ready to shut down and I have 13 more weeks and two more classes to get through. The light is at the end of the tunnel though and I CAN SEE IT!

Here are some of my favorite pics from the weekend.

Isn't he just to die for???

Time for Me to take a Hard Look.

I went to counseling yesterday. For the first time... I went once in college right after Dad died. It was a grad student who asked me a list of questions and looked uncomfortable when I cried... I didn't go back.

The counselor's name is Pat and she is great. She has a great soothing voice, but asks hard questions and she really listened to what I was saying. She took what I said and rephrased it in a way that I never really thought about. She came to two conclusions about me. I have serious tendencies of an Adult Child of Alcoholics. There is a whole laundry list of traits, but a few really stick our to me.

* We became approval seekers and lost our identity in the process.
* We have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility and it is easier for us to be concerned with others rather than ourselves; this enables us not to look too closely at our own faults, etc.
* We get guilt feelings when we stand up for ourselves instead of giving in to others.

Those that know me know that I tend to "take care" of people. I feel responsible for fixing people and problems and tend to let my own self take the back seat. I feel selfish when I need to do something for myself and berate myself with guilt. I have to stop. I need to stand up for what I need and what I need right now is emotional support.

She also said that I need to face up to my abandonment issues... At first, I was like, "what?" But then it all made sense. Dad left me... and not just with the suicide. He was never really "there" for me or my Mom. We always took a back seat to his life and his desires. We were there at his convenience. He loved me the best way he knew how, but he had a serious addiction. I've always covered up my childhood sense of loss and the feelings around it by accomplishing things. Two weeks after my Dad died, I was back at WSU, working for the summer. Then I med Jimmy and got engaged. Then I graduated early and started my career. Planned our wedding, bought a house, sold a house, had a baby, continued the career climb, went back to school for my MBA... I'm exhausted... and I have yet to deal with any of those feelings.

My homework is to write a letter to my Dad. With all of the feelings I have toward him for all of it. We will see how it goes. My next appointment is on the 16th.

Wish me luck, this is sure to be a journey... but I HAVE to find myself in the midst of all this other crap that has been blurring my life for so long.

Magnolias

I got this from my Mom and thought it too good to not share:

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I spent the week before my daughter's June wedding running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist, tuxedo shop, and the church about forty miles away. As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian young man, I felt laden with responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle .. .

So many details, so many bills, and so little time. My son Jack was away at college, but he said he would be there to walk his younger sister down the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he'd wanted to give her away since she was about three years old! To save money, I gathered blossoms from several friends who had large magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green eaves would make beautiful arrangements against the rich dark wood inside the church.

After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this would be the best wedding any bride had ever had! The music, the ceremony, the reception - and especially the flowers - would be remembered for years.

The big day arrived - the busiest day of my life - and while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fiancé Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a final check. When we opened the door and felt a rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw them - all the beautiful white flowers were black.Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died.

I panicked, knowing I didn't have time to drive back to our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in time for the wedding.

Tim turned to me. 'Edna, can you get more flowers? I'll throw away these dead ones and put fresh flowers in these arrangements.'


I mumbled, 'Sure,' as he be-bopped down the hall to put on his cuff links.

Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling. 'Lord,' I prayed, 'please help me. I don't know anyone in this town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers - in a hurry!' I scurried out praying for four things: the blessing of white magnolias, courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety from any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut his tree to shreds.

As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance. I approached a house...No dog in sight... I knocked on the door and an older man answered. So far so good. No shotgun. When I stated my plea the man beamed, 'I'd be happy to!'

He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload into my car trunk, I said, 'Sir, you've made the mother of a bride happy today. 'No, Ma'am,' he said. 'You don't understand what's happening here.'

'What?' I asked.

'You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday. On Tuesday I received friends at the funeral home, and on Wednesday . . . He paused. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. 'On Wednesday I buried her.' He looked away. 'On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back home, and on Friday - yesterday - my children left.'

I nodded.

'This morning,' he continued, 'I was sitting in my den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, 'Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody!' I began to cry louder. 'Nobody needs me!' About that time, you knocked, and said, 'Sir, I need you.'

I stood with my mouth open.

He asked, 'Are you an angel? The way the light shone around your head into my dark living room...'

I assured him I was no angel.

He smiled. 'Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those magnolias?'

'No.'

'I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a flower ministry! I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and I have lots of them. They're all over the backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches - all sorts of places. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to serve the Lord until the day He calls me home!'

I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On Patsy's wedding day, if anyone had asked me to encourage someone who was hurting, I would have said, 'Forget it! It's my only daughter's wedding, for goodness' sake! There is no way I can minister to anyone today.'

But God found a way. Through dead flowers.

"Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference."

Shitty Reminders

Most days I can forget that suicide plays such a large role in my daily life. Most days I can think about my Dad fondly and block out the fact that he left me. By choice. Most days, the anger isn't here. Today is not one of those days.

I received a call this morning that a family friend lost her son. At first, we didn't know details (and still don't know many). This poor lady lost her first son a few years back, he was hit by a car. Today, she woke up to the news that she lost her second and only remaining son. They don't know what exactly happens, but it sounds like it may be suicide. He shot himself, but they don't know the circumstances surrounding it.

Why is our culture so effed up that people with serious depression issues feel like they can't talk to someone for fear of being viewed as week??? It is so sad that talking about suicide is so taboo, but when you do talk to someone, most people know someone who has been affected by it. I am a victim of suicide. Have I ever been tempted no, but it left me a victim dammit.

My Dad was a great person. He had a shitty life, but he had an amazing personality. He was an addict. He needed help. He wouldn't ask for it though and no one thought to try to force him into it. He was a big man with a strong personality... I never knew.

Today I am reminded again of the devastation that suicide causes in the lives of its victims. It doesn't seem fair that those that make the decision are no longer here to help pick up the pieces. Those of us that had NO control over the situation have to do that.

Please pray for Julie. She had two sons, now she has none. As a mother, this is the most heartbreaking thing I can ever imagine. I hope for she can pick up the pieces, but I don't even know where to tell her to begin.

Day 2

Yesterday was cake... I ate my 5 medifast meals and my lean/green meal without any real problems. Didn't have any major cravings, felt good about myself. I liked all the foods I ate. Today -- a whole different story. I think the biggest part of it was that I was at work today and I am not a huge fan of work. My old routine was to get out of dodge for lunch (preferably to chik-fil-a). I also enjoyed a daily soda (or two). Being in that environment was tough. I started my day early and had a bar on the way to work. Then I tried the Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal... yuck. It was gross and pasty, not a fan. Glad I thought to bring an extra meal just in case. Everything else for the day was fine. I think I like the Oatmeal Raisin and S'more Crunch bars best.

I realized today that I need 3 servings of veggies, not the one I had yesterday or the two I had today. Given that I was STARVING for the first half of the day, I think if I bring 1/2-1 cup of veggies to work and maybe even half my lean meal for lunch, that will make me feel better. I craved everything today: Chik-fil-a, chocolate, soda, pasta, bread, everything that I knew I shouldn't have. In the end, I couldn't let myself fall off track on Day 2. That would be W-E-A-K. So here I am... the end of day 2 and proud of myself. :)

One year later...

Wow, it has been almost a year since I've been on here... that's a bit ridiculous. Anyway, James is now 18-months old and is still the most perfect child. I love him more each day. He makes me laugh so much and has the best little personality. I will do my best to upload pics soon, although anyone who reads this is friends with me on Facebook, so you can see them all there. :)

The real reason I came back on here is to document my new journey in diet/exercise and a healthier lifestyle in general. After I had James, I lost the weight relatively steadily, but have been plateaued for over a year now. I'm ready to feel better about myself.

Today I started the medifast diet... You can google it for more info. Then I start personal training on Tuesday. I will upload pictures of myself along my journey (not to be shown on Facebook) and will keep you posted on my weekly progress. I'm also going to document how I feel throughout the process and what I like/don't like day to day. It may be a bit boring to read, but it will help me track my progress.

Until next time... (and it won't be a year, promise!)

After Bath adorableness.

My god I love this child.  He is so fun and cute and adorable and I just can’t get enough.

Almost 7 months in, and I love him more each day.

Enjoy.

And we're mobile...

I have about 2.5 seconds to prepare for the storm that will be ravaging my house shortly...

James is about ready to become my crawling nightmare... but he sure will be cute doing it!

How is my baby 1/2 a year old???

This coming Friday, my baby will be 6 months old... first of all, how the heck did this happen? How in the world did my baby grow so fast? We go to the Dr. again on Friday for our 6 month check-up so I will report back on the stats next week.

Some updates. If I sit him up, he can keep himself up for a really LONG time. Unless a toy catches his attention and he leans too far in his attempt to get it. He can push himself up on both arms and is trying to figure out how to propel himself... I think we will be crawling in the next few weeks. We have tried all the flavors of Stage One baby food including peas, green beans, carrots, squash, sweet potatoes, applesauce, pears, peaches, bananas, and prunes. We are also good with rice cereal and oatmeal. So far, there isn't anything he doesn't like... woohoo! We will be moving on to stage two foods shortly.

Other than that, nothing major. I have some more update to make including pics from New Years and pics to come from Anna's visit this weekend and my Mom's visit next weekend. So keep an eye out.

Also note the new pics month by month on the side bar.

Santa is GOOD

James had an amazing first Christmas. Given he was only 5 months old, it was definitely more for us than it was for him. His favorite part? The wrapping paper! He loved it. We had a really fun, low key day. Spent the morning as just the three of us, Jimmy's Mom came over later in the afternoon for a few hours and then we went to Jimmy's Dad's house for dinner.

Nothing too exciting, but here are some pics!


Hope yours was great!

So sorry -- 5 months!

I'm so sorry. I've been neglecting this blog. I'm horrible. Horribly busy that is! Busy adoring the most perfect baby boy ever made. I could spend hours just staring... and I do, which leads to not blogging. Sorry... :/

Anyway, where to start...

In 5 days, James will be 5 months old. How the heck did that happen? How is my sweet tiny baby already turning in to a little man. It makes me sad, but at the same time I love watching him learn about this big world around him. He has such a fun personality and I love seeing it develop.

Some milestones:

• We've mastered rolling from his back to his stomach. Rolling from his stomach to his back is a bit more challenging as his stubborn arm likes to get in the way, which makes him MAD.
• We can sit up for quite a while, but it's kind of a super hunched over sitting up... We'll get there.
• He likes to stand up and has REALLY strong little legs. I have a hunch he's getting a Jumparoo for Christmas, so that will REALLY make him happy.
• We have two tiny little teeth buds trying to pop out. They don't really seem to bother him too much but he likes to chew on ANYTHING and drools like crazy. We soak through multiple bibs each day.
• We are now in Size 3 diapers.
• We have started Rice Cereal and our first fruit was apple sauce. We will try pears in a few days.
• He was sleeping really well, but I believe we are now experiencing "4 month wakeful." His typical night is go to sleep 8-8:30, wake up 11:00, eat, go right back to sleep, wake up 3:00, eat, go back to sleep, wake up 6:00, eat, go back to sleep if it's the weekend and get up for good between 7:00-8:00. If it's a workday, we get up at 6ish. Not too bad and he goes right back to sleep, but he was doing a LOT better a few weeks ago and only waking up once... I hope that comes back soon.

His favorite things:

• the boob
• his peek-a-boo animal book. He gets SO excited.
• His fishy play mat, he loves grabbing the dangling toys.
• The light up little Einstein toy... aka Baby Crack. Crying babies are INSTANTLY quieted by this amazing toy... Seriously. You must have.
• FOOD. Anytime anywhere... feed me.

Most recent stats (as of 4 month appt on 11/13)
Weight: 14 lbs. 5 ozs. (he's gained 6 lbs.)
Height: 25.75 inches (he's grown 5.25 inches)
Head Size: 16.5 inches (his head is 2.5 inches bigger)

I think that's the major stuff. Other than that, he is just perfect. His coos and laughs are the best. He is such a calm and happy baby. People are always telling me he's the most well-behaved baby they've ever seen. He only cries when he's hungry or tired.

I knew as a mother I'd love my baby. But I had no idea it was this overwhelming all encompassing love. Life has so much more meaning and everything you do is for this little person. It's been an amazing 5 months. He's taught me so much about him and about myself too. I can't wait to continue growing with him!

Anyway, I'll work on getting better about the posts. :)

I am defeated.

All this time I've been taught about Darwinism and survival of the fittest. If it's true, why are there so many stupid people on this planet? And why are they allowed to reproduce? Enlighten me please!

So...

I feel like the worst blogger ever. If you don't know, I've started a daily photo blog so that you aren't completely out of the loop from my lack of blogging. You can see daily pics of the boy if you're interested at www.elysiaandthejamess.posterous.com. It's blogging I can do from my phone which just makes life easy, right?!

So, an update on us. James will be 3 months old this coming Thursday. I can't believe it. He's changed so much in such a short period of time, and it feels like he's always been with us. It's SO AMAZING. He has such a funny personality and it's starting to shine. He is holding full on conversations with me on a daily basis... what can I say, I have the smartest child alive. Of course our conversation is of me talking to him in annoying baby talk and him making cooing and coughing noises back at me, but it's adorable none the less. I recorded it today, but apparently I can't upload the file. Sad! It's probably a good thing though, I don't need to embarass myself by letting you hear my annoying babytalk voice. :)

But, as far as Mommyland goes, he's so amazingly and totally adorable and incredible. That is probably the worst sentence ever, but it's so true. I was meant to be his Mom. He's perfect.

I've been back at work since the end of August and am only working part time. I'm working out 3-4 days a week in an effort to find my pre-baby body somewhere. So far, it's hiding, but I will find it. :) I walked the Susan G. Komen Phoenix Race for the Cure 5K with some of my awesome ladies from work and it was a lot of fun. I'm going to try and build up my stamina to be able to finish the 13 mile Rock N Roll 1/2 Marathon in January. Not committing yet, but I'm considering.

But anyway, Jimmy and I are planning our birthday party in the NEW HOUSE for Saturday the 24th. It should be fun, and I suppose I should mention we are all moved in to our amazing new house. So-- life is good. Best baby ever, new house, and a fresh start to another year. I can't believe I'm almost 25... phew. It's been a LONG year, but I'm loving where we've ended up.

I'm ALIVE.

I promise, I'm still here. I've been absorbed into the world of James. :)

He's 7 weeks old today! My god how time flies.

I'm back at work as of last Tuesday. I'm working 3 day weeks Tues-Thurs and am loving my 4 day weekends. If all goes well, we should be able to swing my part-time schedule until my FMLA expires beginning of December. I love love love being home with him, so being able to do this and be with him until he's 5ish months old is awesome.

So, let me tell you about my little man. He's amazing. Everyone tells me how beautiful he is. And they are sure to clarify that babies are not normally cute, but he really REALLY is. And I know it. He's Smart too! If I stick my tongue out at him, he will stick his out too... smart cookie right there. He's starting to smile and trying to laugh although it sounds more like a cough. The cooing sounds he makes are to die for! The kid only cries when he's tired or hungry and he will shut up the instant you stick a boob or a bottle in his mouth or swaddle him (depending on if he's hungry or tired, although the boob works to shut him up no matter his issue. :))

I'm so incredibly in love. I now know what this is all about. He is the reason I'm here and I couldn't be happier. Jimmy and I are adjusting to our new reality and it is perfection.

I will try to be better at uploading pics. I send them to my Mom daily.

Here is one from earlier this week - 6 weeks old.

A Week in Pictures

After 16 hours of labor, he's FINALLY here! Mommy looks like a HOT mess. :)

My beautiful boy.

Kisses from Daddy.

After his first bath!

The most precious boy in the world.

James' Birth Story

Jimmy and I went to the hospital at 9:00 PM on Tuesday, July 14th to begin our induction. After checking in and getting settled into the room, I was hooked up to an IV and to the external fetal and contraction monitors. At about 10:00 PM they gave me the first round of gel to begin to soften my cervix. When we checked in, I was dilated to about 2 centimeters and was still thick. I was given another dose of the gel three hours later at 1:00 AM, I had dilated a little more to 3-4 centimeters, yea for progress. I was supposed to receive another round of gel at 4:00 AM, but the nurse on call was in a delivery so I wasn't seen again until a new nurse came on the clock at about 6:45 AM. By then I was at 3 cm so they started the pitocin drip. I began to feel stronger contractions pretty much immediately. They were strong, but still relatively irregular.

An hour later at 8:00 AM, I was at almost 4 centimeters and the Dr. broke my water. The contractions immediately became worse and the Dr. told me I could request the epidural at any time. I was able to hold out for about another hour, but requested the epidural around 8:45. The anesthesiologist took a little while, but I had the epidural by 9:30 and was feeling much better. As soon as I was given the epidural I was put on oxygen. The nurse said it was just how the anesthesiologist preferred to do things, it was fine with me, but I didn't like the plastic smell. I was able to cat nap for a few hours and enjoyed my company. Jimmy's Dad and stepmom had come by to keep us entertained and we all just hung out for a bit.

At about 11:30, Jimmy and his Dad decided to venture out to get lunch nearby. The hospital food wasn't appetizing for them... The nurse came in to check me at a little past 12:45 and said I was at 9 centimeters. No one was expecting that, especially not me! Jimmy's stepmom immediately called Jimmy and his Dad and told them to get back here (they'd been gone almost an hour and a half). As I was being checked, the nurse had lost the babies heartbeat on the monitor from having me shift sides and all of a sudden three nurses ran into the room. Everything was fine, but it freaked everyone out a bit. The nurse propped me up in bed a bit to try to help him wiggle a bit further down the birth canal before we started to bear down. At about 2:00 she checked me again and I was at a full 10 centimeters. She had me prop up even more and turn on my left side to try to get him down lower. She came in about 20 minutes later to shift me to my right side, but every time we tried to have me lay on my right side his heart rate would drop, so we stuck to the left.

At 3:15 it was finally time to push! The nurse and Jimmy were the only ones in the room and he was thrown head first in to the action which he totally wasn't expecting. He was holding my leg and although he swore he would never watch, he ended up having a front row seat and couldn't seem to help himself. He kept looking and telling me the progress, he was an awesome cheerleader. After about 20 minutes of bearing down, the Dr. finally came in and got prepped. It was game time and my epidural had started to wear off. GREAT! I couldn't feel major pain, but the pressure was unbelievable. His heartbeat would drop drastically with every push and the Dr. and nurse would stop and watch the monitor to make sure it would come back up. It always did, but I was seriously freaked that at any moment they were going to yank me into the OR for an emergency c-section.

The Dr. told me that the cord may be around his neck or that the cord may be getting cramped in the birth canal so we needed to make the next few pushes really count and get him out ASAP. That was all the motivation I needed. I pushed like crazy and at 4:02 PM on Wednesday, July 15th, our little James Scott Labita was born. He was 8 pounds, 5 ounces and 20 1/2 inches long. With all the stress at the end of the delivery, he had ingested some meconium and had to have his lungs suctioned out. They let me hold him for a few minutes, but had to take him back to the nursery to keep an eye on his lungs and watch for any congestion from the meconium. They brought him back within about half an hour and said he looked perfect!

We were in the hospital until Friday afternoon and when we checked out he was down to 7 pounds 15 ounces. As of our first pediatrician visit on Monday, 7/20 he is back up to his birth weight at 8 pounds 5 ounces and is doing absolutely perfect! Breastfeeding was a bit rocky in the beginning while we both got the hang of it, but now he eats like a champ and the Dr. said he will be gaining about an ounce a day.

We have to go in tomorrow for his circumcision. With the stress from delivery, the Dr. preferred to wait until about a week to make sure he was in good health before putting him under any more stress. I prepared for a fussy baby for the next few days and I know I'm going to cry with him tomorrow. Wish us luck.

We are so absolutely and completely in love.

I'm having some issues with blogger, but will upload some more pics as soon as I can. Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers, we are truly blessed with this amazing little boy!

He's Here!

James Scott
Born 7/15/09 at 4:02 PM
8lbs. 5ozs.
20 1/2 inches

More details and pics to come soon.