Saturday, November 21, 2015

FriYAY on a Saturday

I've been a little womp womp lately, mostly because of how little sleep I have been getting but this weekend has got me so excited for all the upcoming holiday magic that I am feeling a lot better! Canada celebrates our thanksgiving in October and I have to confess that I prefer the American Thanksgiving in November.  It feels like a string of holiday family time and celebration right in a row and there is so much to look forward to! We went to the Lighting of the Riverwoods here in Provo last night and it was so festive and happy and hustle-ie bustle-ie, there were literal angel choirs singing.  Then tomorrow we are having an early thanksgiving with Ben's mom and sister's family and I can't wait. I'm making an apple crisp, which is basically my ultimate comfort food. On Tuesday we are leaving for Arizona to celebrate thanksgiving with my family and some cousins-'Everything's coming up Waters'     <---Anyone?

++Everett has taken to the idea of a warm mug of hot chocolate, he says 'Me so hot, me want hot chocolate' so he's got it a little backwards but he has been requesting it daily. Too bad we only have the sugar free stuff bought on a healthy kick of Christmas past or something. I think they may have discontinued my favorite ever-Stephen's Roasted Hazelnut, because it's going for over 10 bucks a can on Amazon. If anyone sees it anywhere at regular price, please buy me a can and I'll pay you back.

++We tried to start a new tradition on the first snow of the year, see my post here.

++Ok so have you guys listened to the new One Direction CD??? It is so AMAZING! I literally wept in the car on the way to Costco when listening to "Love You Goodbye" and "If I could Fly" Yes, hormones but also they are love genies.

++I love Christmas books, I wrote this post last year about some of my favorites. I can't remember who but someone posted on instagram about this adorable looking book for kids. It reminds me of Canada and we may need to add it to our little collection.

++Gap is 40% off your purchase today (50% off for gapcard members) which is usally as good as it gets even on Black Friday. Don't get me wrong, I love Black Friday shopping (I'm Canadian so I'm allowed to like it) but you might as well grab what you want before they run out of sizes! I got this shirt and dubbed it the most perfect shirt, these tiny little pants for Patrick (they've already sold out and restocked twice) and this little hat that I can't even!

++This video "Mom before company comes over" is serious lolzzzzzz. "David! I need bird feeders in every window!"

Only 32 Sleeps till Christmas!

Monday, November 9, 2015

Patrick Scott Tremblay: A Birth Story

I wanted to share Patrick's birth story, I love reading birth stories and even three weeks later it was harder to remember so I want to have it all written down. I love looking back at Everett's. Mine is definitely not the prettiest or most inspiring, and I will tell you it was freaking painful and QUICK and may be too detailed for some, but it is the beginning to the story of one of the loves of my life and so it's one of the greatest stories (for me) to tell.

My due date was October 30th, although my induction date had been set for October 22nd. Due to the baby measuring small, low fluid, and slightly elevated blood pressure I had been going for weekly non-stress tests and checks which is why they wanted to induce me. Two days before my induction I was grocery shopping with Everett in the morning and I decided to check my blood pressure at one of those machines they have in the pharmacy. I was just curious since it had been high at my last appointment and when I went to go get my flu shot a couple days before they said it was high but not too too high. I tested it on the machine and it said it was WAY higher than my last appointment...hmmm...It said seek medical attention immediately. I didn't think too much of it because I felt fine and who knows how accurate these machines are and I had my regular appointment and non-stress test in a couple hours.

When I went in for my appointment a few hours later I mentioned to my nurse that I had taken my blood pressure at the store and told her the numbers. She took my pressure again. It was even higher than in the store and then they checked my urine and found protein in it. The doctor told me I needed to go over to the hospital right away. He checked me before I left and I was still 2 cm and 80% effaced, which I had been at for a couple weeks. I was starting to get a little bit stressed at this point, why was my blood pressure so high? Why do I have to go to the hospital? Was the baby ok? I was NOT prepared for this baby today. I called my mom and Ben, but told him to wait and stay with Everett until I figured out what was going on.

I got to the hospital and checked in and got in the gown and get up and stuff. They hooked me up to all the monitors and started taking my blood pressure every 5 minutes.  They said I had preeclampsia and they were just going to draw some blood, run some tests and see what the doctor wanted to do. Then they started an IV just in case and they might as well because they were getting blood. I am SUCH a wimp with IV's and swear it hurt worse than getting my epidural last time. Finally they told me that they were going to induce me today, and that didn't October 20th sound like a great birthday? and to get comfortable and call Ben. I officially started freaking out at this point. I know it was only two days before my scheduled induction but I did not feel ready. I called my siblings to see if they could go watch Everett, Ben called his mom to see if she could come that night to stay with E and I had Ben running around packing up the last minute things for my hospital bag.  I was sad. I felt overwhelmed and under prepared. I wanted to say goodbye properly to Everett because this would be the first time in his life we had spent the night away from each other and this sounds really vain and stupid but I hadn't showered that day and I really wanted to be showered and have curled my hair or something, I felt gross. I had everything planned for THURSDAY!  I tried to focus on the good, we were going to meet our baby today, Ben was actually going to be here for labor this time (he made it with only a few minutes to spare with Everett's birth in Canada) and I guess October 20th did sound like a good birthday :)

My awesome nurse told me she convinced the doctor I could eat before they started the pitocin, I was starving and hadn't eaten since early that morning. I had my brother bring me a huge firehouse sub before he headed to my house to watch Everett and it was the best meal ever! They started the pitocin at 5pm and Ben got there about 15 minutes later. It was time to just wait now. I was having contractions about 7 or 8 minutes apart after they started the drip, but they were totally bearable and I could still breathe and talk through them. Ben finished up some last minute work and I started watching Dancing with the Stars on my ipad. The nurse asked me if I wanted the epidural but I told her I wasn't quite ready, that the contractions weren't too bad and we just barely got started! I don't know why I was trying to be some kind of hero, a decision I would GREATLY regret later. I don't know why in my head I thought I should wait to get the epidural, I thought it was going to like run out or something before I had the baby?! I guess I wanted Ben to see me be strong and in some kind of pain (remember he missed my first labor) and I was so scared of needles that I wanted the contractions to be bad enough that I didn't feel the epidural needle or care. The nurse told me that the anesthesiologist had to be in a c-section at 6:15 for probably 30 mins and to keep that in mind. I was still a stupid idiot and told her I could wait till after his c-section, my contractions were getting a little more painful but still nothing like the ones I had when I was getting close with Everett.

At 7pm, 2 hours after I had started the medication, the nurse checked me-I was at a 2.5. I had only progressed 0.5 in 2 hours, the nurse upped my dosage of the pitocin. I don't know if it was her checking me, or the upped pitocin but minutes after she left my contractions started coming hard and fast! It seemed they were about 1-2 minutes apart, I couldn't talk or anything through them. I made Ben come stand beside me and I either squeezed his hand as hard as I could or had him put his hand out so I could hit it over and over. Ok I wanted the epidural now! LIKE NOW! Well it turns out that the c-section that was supposed to be at 6:15 the doctor was late for and so now they were just heading into the c-section and it would be another 30 minutes. They told me they could give me some fentanyl to help with the pain but I really didn't want to be or feel loopy so I declined (again, stupid) My parents called and I could barely talk to them because I would have to stop and try and not die through the contraction which were less than a minute apart. Then I got a call from a random number and because I am incapable of not answering an unknown number, I answered it-it was the freaking BYU telefund. To anyone that gets calls from the BYU telefund knows, OF COURSE they would call while I am IN extreme labor, I hung up on them immediately. GOSH!

My contractions kept getting more painful and I started getting the shakes uncontrollably. My whole body felt like it was spasming and I couldn't stop it, especially my legs and butt, I was shaking so hard. The nurse said it was from the adrenaline but I unknowingly started hyperventilating during each contraction and everyone was just saying breathe breathe breathe and I told the nurse I wanted the fentanyl now! She went to go get it just as the anesthesiologist FINALLY walked in just after 8pm. He started trying to get the epidural in but I was shaking so bad it took a couple tries and I kept having back to back contractions and he was trying to wait until they were over but I just told him to HURRY! He got it in eventually and I kept asking/crying why I could still feel my contractions. He said it would take about 10 minutes to kick in.  Right after he finished the nurse checked me, I was at a 5. I didn't think the contractions could get worse but right after that they seemed to and I still couldn't feel my freaking epidural. About 2 minutes later I experienced the worst pain and pressure I have ever felt in my life and I felt my water break. I was screaming and crying at this point. (I prided myself on not screaming during labor with Everett) but no pride this time. I kept telling Ben that it felt like my 'downstairs' was exploding! I felt the most painful pressure.  Ben buzzed the nurse and told her my water broke and I needed those other drugs ASAP! He was being so supportive and I was being a crazy person, literally yelling that my vagina was exploding! The nurse ran in with the fentanyl but had to check me first because they couldn't give it if I was past a 6. She checked me and was so surprised because I was at a 10 and the baby was coming! This had all been in 10 minutes since I got the epidural, I went from a 5-10 in 10 minutes. The nurse and the anesthesiologist who had come back in told me that my body was changing too fast so the epidural couldn't keep up and that is why my water breaking was so painful, because I was 'changing' too quickly and the baby moved down so fast.

On my next contraction I felt and told them that I needed to push. I told them in tears that I wanted the epidural, I didn't want to feel anything and I could NOT PUSH if I could feel it, I wanted the epidural! Every contraction the pressure built so so much and I needed to push BAD! They kept telling me not to push yet, wait for the doctor. My doctor wasn't even at the hospital yet because I had gone so quickly and one of the nurses was on the phone with her (apparently she was right in front of a cop car and couldn't speed) but the back up doctor and a resident doctor came in just in case and stood in front of me. They said to just try and wait as I still was rambling/crying about wanting the epidural and I couldn't do this without it! I am actually glad they made me wait for the doctor though because in the 7 minutes or so it took for her to get there, my epidural finally started working down my body and I was getting some relief from the contractions but could still feel the crazy pressure on my pubic bone.

The doctor finally got there, made some joke I can't remember about how that escalated quickly and about the cop and I'm like ok come on I need to push lady! She came over and checked me and told me the baby was sunny side up (face up, just like Everett) and she flipped him inside me then told me it was time to push! I pushed through my next contraction. I remember my mom telling me the first time with Everett, push as hard as you can and then push 10 times harder than that. So I pushed as hard as I possibly could, I could feel the baby moving down and Ben said he could see the head! I asked them if I should keep pushing? They said no take a break, but I just wanted this painful pressure over and it all to be over so I said 'I'm just going to keep going' and I pushed again as hard as I could and then I felt the baby slip out (apparently the doctor snipped me just a tiny bit) and sweet sweet relief! I had pushed for less than 90 seconds and he was here! It was 9:03pm, only 4 hours since they had started the induction. Ben cut the cord and I asked if he was ok? The nurses said he's so tiny and cute and yes he's ok, he was letting out the tiniest little cries. Seconds later they put him on my chest while the doctor stitched and stuff. I was kind of taken aback and almost surprised. I was so focused on my pain and getting labor over with that I almost forgot that this was all to get my baby here. I was like oh ya, a baby comes at the end of that.  He was so perfect and so small and he looked just like Everett and it was just such a huge huge feeling of relief that he was here and safe and so so perfect. They took him over to wipe him off and weigh him and such. He was only 6 pounds 1 ounce, so tiny! They brought him back to me for more skin to skin and its all kind of a blur after that, I really can't remember them delivering the placenta or pushing on my stomach or anything like with Everett. The doctor finished everything, everyone congratulated us and they left us with the baby! Ben held him for the first time and I just remember feeling so relieved and peaceful and happy. We had a baby! I did that! He'e actually here! I couldn't believe the love and protectiveness I already felt for him and all of my fears of not feeling that same connection that I did with Everett vanished.

The next couple days in the hospital were really special. Ben was able to go home at night to be with Everett (which is exactly what I wanted) and I got to spend a lot of skin to skin and one on one time with the baby. He was so sleepy and nursing did not come super easy for us like it did with Everett so he had me a little worried but we're in a groove now.  He was considered SGA (small for gestational age) and because of that he kind of acted like a premature baby (the sleepiness and slower start to nursing).  Everett coming to meet him is something I'll never forget, I am tearing up just thinking about it now. He was so excited and gentle and sweet. He pointed out his 'little nose, little eyes, little mouth' and even sang him a lullaby when he was holding him. We didn't choose his name officially until 3 days later, but I kind of knew the whole time he was a Patrick.

I feel so grateful for my body to be able to do that, and that I got sent a beautiful, healthy baby boy so fresh from heaven. Although it was so painful and stressful and I was such a hot mess for a while there, it is the weirdest rush of pride and accomplishment as well.

Welcome to the fam Patrick Scott Tremblay, it is a utter prvilege to be entrusted as your mama.

Coming home:

Friday, November 6, 2015

Halloween Fifteen!

 ^^^Everett: Caveman 2015
^^^Patrick: Dalai Lama 2015

I know we are all so over Halloween already and have moved onto Thanksgiving and Christmas but I need to blog our cuteness!

**Side ramble: Last year, I somehow lost all of our Halloween pictures from my phone and camera and computer. They were just gone, tears were shed, every back up program you can imagine was run and failed.  So the only pictures I have from Halloween where Everett was the cutest little Einstein you could imagine are the ones I posted on my blog.  Although they are not full quality when you post them on a blog, they are better than nothing and that is why blogs are the best and save lives and I have the OCD need to document everything!

This Halloween was pretty special, my first with two babes, my parents were in town and Everett was so hyper and loved every second of it. We took him trick or treating on my aunt and uncles 'rich people street' (everyone else in Provo had the same idea-it was nuts! Like the movies!) and although we only made it to about 15 houses, Everett was pretty proud of his stash! My aunt makes a huge batch of amazingly delicious homemade chicken noodle soup every Halloween (cutest tradition I want to steal-but probably will buy from a bakery or something because making your own noodles?! That is next level cookery) Everett's favorite part was handing out the candy at my aunt and uncle's though. There was a constant steady stream of trick or treaters (they get 500+) and every time the doorbell rang (every 10 seconds) Everett would sprint to the door screaming 'MORE COMING' and then hand each kid a candy saying 'trick or treat' as he put it in their bag.  He also refused to hand out candy to the kids with scary costumes!

This may be the last year that I get to pick E's costume before he wants some store bought iron man or something (crying-I was raised on and LOVE handmade costumes) I almost made the boys costumes by myself, my mom may or may not have helped (a lot) with the sewing part but it was so fun to have it all come together and Everett got so into character! Patrick stayed in his costume for about 10 minutes and slept through most of Halloween but one day he'll appreciate his mom getting him dressed up at 10 days old I am sure!

Ok now that's done-onto the Turkey's and twinkly lights!!

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Everett: 2.7

I thought I would stop doing his age-updates after age 2 because not much changes after that, but I was so wrong! Everett is the funniest, sweetest kid lately and I feel the need to document it.

His language has exploded recently, and even though I need to translate a lot, I am loving getting more inside his head and seeing so much more of his personality. I literally love just talking to him all day long.

He is definitely a two year old and can be emotional and frustrating sometimes but most days he is so happy and so loving. Multiple times a day, he will throw his arms around my neck, put his cheek to my cheek and say 'love you too mom' or tell me he likes my hair or to 'cuddle me'.

I wanted to write down some of the hilarious things he is doing these days, maybe these are just funny to Ben and I because half of it is his little voice and facial expressions but we think he is pretty adorable.


Thinks most owies are 'mosquito bites'

He saw someone pushing a lawn mower for the first time this summer and looked at it, then looked at me and asked 'grass vacumn????'

Wants to clink and do 'cheers' but with anything that we are eating that is the same. If we are both drinking apple juice-Cheers, if we are both eating Oreos, we cheers with our oreos etc.

Says 'Bye bye, love you too' to everyone-grandparents, target employees, also inanimate objects like to his car seat or the library.

Whenever we asked him where he wanted to eat, he was telling us 'ding dong place' and for so long we had no idea what he was talking about.  Then one day we were driving and he started pointing and yelling excitedly 'Ding dong place, ding dong place' it was Taco Bell-we have only eaten there like one time with him so long ago and had no idea he even liked or remembered it.

Everyone always comments that he is so polite and well mannered, because he is, almost too much- he says thank you, please or sorry for EVERYTHING! Even if he is having a full blown screaming tantrum he will be screaming 'No thank you mom!"
- Everett-'Mom, me downstairs?" 'sure Everett' "THANK YOU MOM!' like I just told him he could have a car.
-Me-"hey Ev can you put this in the garbage for me?' Everett-'yes please mom, thank you mom!'
-Me-'hey Everett, can you put away your crayons Everett-'No thank you mom, sorry mom'

He also loves to give praise-if we are playing a game and I do something right, he jumps up, gives me the biggest hug and says 'good job mom' or the other day I told him it was Ben and I's anniversary and that means we have been married for 5 years, he said 'AWESOME JOB MOMDAD"

We were watching general conference and anytime one of the apostles he came on he said 'great grandpa?' or anytime anyone would say Christ he would gasp and say 'Me remember Christ!!" (from saying it in his prayers)

Ran into a wall the other day "Ouch, Sorry Me"

Me-Hey Everett do you want to go the library tomorrow?
Everett-We go now?
Me-No tomorrow
Everett-awwww poor me!

Ben asked him if he could name any shapes off the top of his head-he got confused and started feeling his head

After a short nap one day, I came and got him from his bed and was asking him why he woke up so quick? Did he have a bad dream? Did he want to go back to sleep? Was he too hot? He looked at me and groggily said 'Stop talking mom'

He showed me to sit down in the living room, told me to 'not looking me' 'stay here mom' and then went into the kitchen, kept making sure I wasn't following him, pulled a chair to the counter, got two banana chocolate chip muffins off the plate, took them behind the pantry and took like twenty minutes to eat both of them. Then came back and said 'ok mom, lets go mom' with his hands and face covered in chocolate chips.

Is adamant that we are naming the baby "A"

During a prayer, he thinks he can do anything as long as he keeps his eyes closed, so he will feed himself his food with his eyes closed the whole time.

The other night while putting him to bed- Me-"night night Everett" Everett-"night night sweetheart'

The other day I told him thank you for something and he replied
Everett-'most welcome mom'
Me-'did you just say most welcome?'
Everett-'ya, most welcome mom'
Me-'where did you even learn that?'
Everett-Peppa Pig-Daddy Pig
(Thank you weird little british cartoon for making him so polite haha)

Friday, October 9, 2015


++Today is Ben and I's five year anniversary! 5 years?! That seems like a big one right? We celebrated last night with dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and then went to go see The Martian.  Nothing too fancy but still my favorite kind of date night. Everett came with us to dinner, and although not as romantic, I loved every second of it, who knows, it may be our last date as a family of just 3!

I am so happy to be married to my true best friend and partner. We balance each other out. I stress, he doesn't. He does the bedtime stories, I do the lullabies. I cook, he does the dishes.  I jump to the worst conclusions, he jumps to the best. He drives, I hate it and he downplays holidays while I go crazy overboard. See? MFEO (that's Made For Each Other for everyone over the age of 14) Most days I need to better at realizing how lucky I am. Thanks for always always helping me fold the laundry, for always saying sorry first, for letting our present to each other this year be new bedding (which you could care less about) and for being Everett's and I's rock and best friend! Cheers to 5 years!!

++In other FriYAY news, we hadn't been to see a movie in six months and now have been to two in the last two weeks (hands praise emoji) We saw Everest last week, and although very sad and seeing all those major heights in 3D made my hands sweaty the whole time, I thought it was really intriguing and well done. It made me google everything all about the book and the true story when I got home.  Last night we saw The Martian. I just read the book this week in preparation and I think I read the book and saw the movie too close together because I was analyzing every little change. The book was super scientific and went into insane detail about his math and problem solving and stuff and I was surprised how much I missed that in the movie. I thought Matt Damon did awesome though and two thumbs up for the movie!

++I have been packing my hospital bag the last few days. With Everett, I was so unprepared and when my water broke 3 weeks early I ran around like a headless chicken and brought all the wrong things.  My top recommendations are slippers, your own pillow and a nice fancy body wash to make you feel luxurious after just pushing a baby out. I still want these Gap+Aiden and Anais swaddle blankets so bad but sheeeessh $$$, and this grey sleeper is my favorite thing I have bought for the baby so far-Go Old Navy-it is so soft and cozy and simple and SMALL!

++Did you guys know it is Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend? Always makes me so homesick and hungry.

++So snapchatting is fun! I only have like 10 people on mine and still don't know how to use it 100 percent but I am hopping on that bandwagon hard core. My name is cassie.tremblay if you want to see even more pictures of Everett and things I'm eating for lunch and stuff.

++I know this is pathetic to even think about this stuff but I have had serious internal debates about what color I want my nails to be when I give birth this time. I am deciding between Essie's Ladylike and OPI steady as she rose. (both aptly named actually) and then something bright on my toes, for like motivation or something ;/ !?

Monday, October 5, 2015

Maternity Pictures

This past weekend, I 'hired' my sister to take some maternity pictures of me. I didn't take maternity pictures with Everett and have always regretted it, so this time I wanted to be sure to do it right around 36 weeks, just in case the baby came early and before all the swelling and huge uncomforable-ness could kick in!

 I had a hard time during my first pregnancy, but this pregnancy has been so wonderful and gone by so fast. I used to kind of hate it when people would tell me they loved being pregnant because I felt so crappy the first time but this time-I get it! I love it. I feel beautiful and so aware of my divine purpose and what are bodies are made for. I feel silly posting so many solo glamour shots of myself but I am going to anyways because the canyon is so beautiful this time of year and all these feelings are something I want to remember and document.

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