Saturday, July 31, 2010

Maternity Pictures by Gara Hill



So, we're three weeks into being parents, but let me back up to about three weeks before Cannon arrived.

While he was still tucked away safely my belly, we had maternity pictures taken to commemorate the time when our first child was much quiet and easier to cart around. Gara Hill blew us away with our photo shoot and I can't decide which are my favorite, so here I go bombarding you with more pictures.

(Note: Gara's edits have her logo on them, while the logo-less pictures are ones I edited. Check out Gara's website for more of her amazing photography. And, get ready, because she took Cannon's newborn pictures and they turned out even cuter than what you see below.)
















Thursday, July 29, 2010

Cannon - Week 3 (7/29/10)

Cannon Week 3 - July 29 2010 FINAL

This week I took Cannon on his first walk in the Baby Jogger all by myself. This is becoming our morning ritual. Wake up. Eat. Make the bed. Go for a walk.

Cannon also started cooing this week and opening his eyes a little bit more every day.

Cannon's Previous Weeks:
*All creative copyright goes to Young House Love.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Cannon - Day 7 (7/15/10)

Name that photo:

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"Use your inside voice."

"Cannon's screaming a secret to Daddy."

"DAD! I'm HUNGRY and Mom won't put down her camera and feed me!"

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Yet, again, name that photo:

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Day 7 of Cannon's life was filled with classic faces and loud moments.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Cannon - Day 6 (7/14/10)

Trying to figure out these things called arms and hands and fingers.  Also attempting to utilize the eyes a little bit.

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

Cannon - Almost Newborn

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The popular thing to do is watch your child grow next to a stuffed animal. Not one to be left out of the trend, we took Cannon's picture as soon as we thought of it. So, while he's a little bigger here than when he was born, this is as close to newborn as we have!

Cannon - Week 2 (7/22/10)

Cannon Week 2 - July 22 2010 FINAL

Cannon is still sleeping and eating like a rock star. He started grunting this week. If we don't respond to the grunts quickly enough then they turn to cries - but he always tries to get our attention first with a few grunts and moans. His little facial expressions when he stretches are priceless.

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*All creative copyright goes to Young House Love.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Cannon - Day 4 & 5 (7/12/10 & 7/13/10)

I know this is the honeymoon stage.

I know colic usually kicks in around two weeks (Both Danny and I had colic as babies, but we are praying that colic skips every other generation. :-). 

And, I know newborns are usually good sleepers because they are worn out from the trauma of birth (heck, I'm worn out from the trauma of birth). 

But, I also must say, my child has "baby-wised" himself.  He wakes up pretty much every three hours on the dot to eat. 

And so, most of my pictures are of him asleep - because that's what he does.

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Danny wanted a picture to remember just how small Cannon was and just how well he fit in his hands and on his chest.

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Friday, July 16, 2010

Cannon - Day 3 (7/11/10)

We are not co-sleepers, but we are firm believers in cuddling . . . lots and lots of cuddling.

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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Laboring in Love

There is something about laboring towards childbirth at home.

There is something about coming home and seeing the spaces, the bed, the bathtub, that particular spot on the floor, the blanket flung over the back of the chair, and all the places where you were in such intense pain that is haunting. Kristin said it best, it's like you come home to the ghosts - the ghosts of your laboring hours.

I never want to forget the midnight hours spent with Danny ushering our son into the world.

How Danny sprung into action so fast when I woke him up at 2:00 am on July 8th to tell him I was in labor that he fell off the exercise ball onto the floor.

How Danny brushed his teeth got dressed and then sat at the edge of the bed walking me through relaxation techniques and belly breathing while I groaned and squeezed his hand.

How EVERY time I opened my eyes Danny's brown eyes met mine and told me, both with and without words, that I COULD do this.

How Danny lit a candle and drew a warm bath for me when contractions were getting unbearable, and didn't complain when I sat in it through one contraction and said "That doesn't feel good," and promptly got out.

How Danny patiently and unceasingly squeezed my hips together to relieve some pressure while I labored on all fours on the floor.

How no matter what spot I moved to in the apartment Danny always brought the yoga mat and put it under my hands and knees so they wouldn't get worn out from the carpet.

How Danny continually changed the music, from peaceful rain, to roaring waves, to our relaxing playlist, to lullabies, to praise and worship.

How Danny sweated out the night and constantly changed the thermostat as I labored with chills (in a sweatshirt and pajama pants) and then a minute later was throwing everything off in a hot sweat.

How Danny never complained about his sleepless night, and yet I kept wondering how he wasn't falling asleep, as I was exhausted in between contractions and only the pain was keeping me from keeling over into bed.

How Danny played Cannon's song over and over again (Godspeed by the Dixie Chicks) and I prayed over and over again for God's speed and for Cannon's safe arrival.

How Danny always offered me food, afraid I wasn't getting enough nourishment to keep up my energy and then finally, finally made me eat one of those honey packets we'd snatched from Chick-fil-a.

How, when I wanted so badly to quit, so badly wanted to go to the hospital,  and begged him incessantly for an epidural that he looked at me and said, "Remember our goal. This is what we've practiced for. You didn't want an epidural remember? I KNOW you can do this."

I always want to remember laboring together in those early morning hours. How Danny never left my side and how only he and I will know what it was like to be in our apartment and then in that hospital room the morning that God caused Cannon to breathe life.

Cannon - Week 1 (7/15/10)

I love creativity. I don't have many original or new ideas of my own, but when I see someone else doing something original I am more than anxious to try it out myself.

So, when I saw Young House Love documenting their daughter's growth each week in a creative way, I knew I wanted to do that with Cannon.

Young House Love weekly pictures

Here is little Cannon boy in all his one-week-old smallness. How cute are those itty bitty legs and arms! 

Cannon Week 1 - July 15 2010 FINAL

At one week Cannon is pretty much just eating, sleeping and making dirty diapers. He wakes up every three hours to eat and promptly goes back to sleep for three hours. He is a champion nurser and can chow down for 40 minutes before falling back asleep.  We are trying to soak up the days when he's little and appreciate how easy he is as a newborn.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Letters to Cannon - The Last Day I Carried You Inside

(Originally written in Cannon's baby book on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.)

Cannon -

One week ago today I woke up in the middle of the night with cramping every 7-10 minutes. It lasted all day long, and I kept expecting to go into labor at any minute.

Your Dad and I cleaned the entire apartment in anticipation of your arrival. Your Dad loves me so much he scrubbed the bathtub spotless so I could take a warm bath when I was finally in labor.

In the afternoon we went to our doctor's appointment with Dr. Garner. He told us that I was 3 cm dilated and estimated that you would come over the weekend. He informed me that the cramping I was having was "non-labor contractions" and really didn't mean anything. I was quite disappointed that I wasn't in labor.

I didn't know that this day, Wednesday, July 7, 2010 would be the last day I'd be pregnant with you, that  it would be the last day it would be just you and me. Other mothers told me to enjoy my pregnancy, that it would fly by, and they were right. I tried to remember every little kick, every little turn and every little hiccup I felt while you grew in me because nine months isn't very long in the grand scheme of life. And for those reasons I'll always treasure the last day I carried you inside.

Cannon - Day 2 (7/10/10)

We left the Plano Presbyterian Hospital on Saturday, July 10th. I didn't know whether to be excited, terrified or emotionally nostalgic.

Danny picked out Cannon's going home outfit at a consignment sale we went to in our second trimester. It was the first thing he bought for his son.

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