Easton James Everett, born August 10, 2011 at 5:19PM in Las Vegas, NV.
7lbs 8oz, 20inches long. 20 hours of labor.
He is now as of 12/31/11 4 1/2 months old, 20lbs, 27 inches long and extremely chunkalicious! We have one healthy boy!
We found out Easton was coming late November and we were so excited, we felt like kids in a toy store. For everyone that does not know the story I am positive that the only people reading my blog are people close to us and mature enough to see this as a beautiful story and not something to tease Jared about. I am going to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help me God. Just know, you would be lucky to have a man like Jared in your life.
Jared and I were unsure if we could have children, the doctors had told me that because of the ovarian cyst problems I was having that it was likely I could not get pregnant. This weighed down on Jared and myself everyday. We stopped trying not to get pregnant just to see what would happen, but little did I know there were stronger forces in motion.
After we found out we were pregnant Jared smiled and said I knew you were. I paused, excuse me? What do you mean, he said he purposely got me pregnant, I was still puzzled. We had recently been having the missionaries over and he had learned quite a bit about prayer. Jared had said a prayer asking the lord to bless us with a child because he was scared we could not have children and he knew how bad that would hurt me. I smiled when he told me, then later when he wasn't around I cried. What kind a guy does that!! THE BEST KIND
I had the absolute BEST pregnancy! I loved my body, loved everything about it. The first month was a little off because my body was feeling ucky, but after the first month things went smother like a walk on the beach. I tend to plan things and prepare way earlier than a normal person actually needs to. I started preparing for my children as a younger teen, buying both girl and boy clothes and baby items.I started nesting at about 2 or 3 months, the house was so clean you could lick the floors! I started collecting Eastons room from the week I found out he was coming, I couldn't help it. Finally, I get to see what it feels like to be a mommy! Finally I have the chance to change the cycle and build a strong family unit! We had the baby shower when I was five months pregnant (classic Chantal move) and when everyone showed up for the shower the room was finished!
My mom and 2 brothers came from Colorado to the baby shower and helped so much. I was so stressed and strapped for time because things didn't go as planned.. I ended up planning my whole shower and decorating myself (1st positive to being over prepared) luckily I was only 5 months pregnant and could do almost everything by myself. My brothers, mom, roommate, and handsome fiance helped me as much as I would let them.During this time of my life I was starting to understand what it felt like to have a mother who would have your back no matter what. I was so happy and thankful that my mother was sober, healthy, and just as excited as I was. She bought the amazing crib, helped purchase food and decorations, and most of all offered her support and unconditional love. I could not have asked for a better shower, everything turned out perfect.
As the pregnancy progressed I started to get a little more testy because it was summer in Las Vegas, Nevada and I was huge! I know Jared loves me because wow, I was a pill. I was fine as long as no one made any stupid mistakes, talked back to me, forgot to bring my food or water, or ya know... wasn't perfect! Jared was a soldier and I will forever be thankful for his love and support through the pregnancy.Another support I appreciate is my sister Sierras support, she pulled her head out of what ever rut she was in and held my hand. She would call after work and ask how I was feeling and if I thought Easton was going to come tonight. The answer was always the same, "I'm lonely and I'm not sure" so she would come over and comfort me. This happened almost every night for the last couple months of my pregnancy which were the months I needed it most so I love you Sierra, you are my sister, best friend, and sometimes the biggest pain in my behind, but you are part of my heart.Before we knew it August had arrived and we were setting a date to induce because Easton wanted to stay inside Mommy's big spacious belly. We set the date for August 9th at 9PM. We were so excited, on the drive home we were quiet, but it was a good quiet. August 9th arrived and everyone was so excited, I was anxious and wasn't sure what to expect. My sister Sierra, Heather, and Sierras boyfriend watched movies downstairs in our house and Jared and I rested for the delivery. I didn't sleep, go figure haha.We arrived at Southern Hills Hospital off of Fort Apache rd. and took some before baby pictures. We went upstairs and I was certain I was going to get a room and be able to relax and kick my feet up, think again! We waited and waited and finally got a room, yup I was irritated. We started the induction and all of a sudden I wasn't so brave, I had all these thoughts going through my head and I could not stop them. I had my 2 best friends Katie Pilkey and Sierra Bawden playing card games, taking pictures, and just keeping my company. Oh how I love you both I hope you know!The nurse would come in and check me and I finally remembered I had a birth plan, handed it to the nurse and made sure she understood. The bold ed part of my plan was STRETCH ME, I DO NOT WANT AN EPISIOTOMY IF IT CAN BE AVOIDED, STRETCH ME. I didn't think she got the hint so Sierra went and got the nurse so we could talk about it. She assured me that I would be stretched and that everything was going to go as planned, I felt relieved, little did I know she lied!
The nurse came in and I was dilated to about a 5 and in pain so she asked me if I wanted an epidural, I hesitated, but said yes! The guy with the big needle came in and gave me the epidural, well wouldn't you know it, it wore off by the time I was dilated to a 7! I could feel everything, if I wanted to walk around I could have, I could barely touch my legs and feel it. I told the nurse that the epidural wasn't working, but that it was okay, I would deal with it. I wasn't about to rely on something that wasn't reliable for my body.My plan in the first place was not to get one, so my wish came true. By the time I was dilated to an 8 OUCH, Eastons heart rate had dropped dramatically and the nurses came in panicing, saying we might have to take that baby out! My whole body started shaking uncontrollably, I was so scared, what's wrong with my baby!!!!!? They called my doctor and she knew me well enough to know I would not want a C-Section so she told the nurses to tilt the bed so my head was down and my feet were up high.
She also told the nurse to fill my uterus back up with artificial water so the baby would fall back inside and the pressure could be off of his poor tiny head. They listened to the doctor and Eastons heart rate went back up, my little fighter wasn't giving up or taking the easy way out, neither was mommy. A lot happened from that point to delivery, but to make it short I was finally ready to start pushing and the doctor was suppose to be there in 15 so we pushed. 15 minutes went by, no doctor. 30 minutes went by, no doctor. I had been crowning from the first push and the nurse ordered me not to push, but HOW!
Finally the doctor arrived and everyone in the room could breathe, she put my legs on the stir ups and we started pushing. Next thing I hear the doctor say is that Easton is sunny side up, that's not good. She told me that if Eastons heart rate went down much more she would have to take him out so to stay calm and I had to breathe exactly how she told me to. I did everything she said, at one point I felt a feeling of peace and calm because I was breathing so well. The pain never went away, just kept getting more and more intense, the pressure was breath taking, but I had to breathe.I had been in labor for 20 hours, breathing through contractions with only about an hour of having the epidural working. I was one tired momma, but I didn't give up. I looked up at Jared and he was amazed, he said "he has a lot of hair, PUSH". The nurse did not start stretching me until I was dilated to a 10 so obviously I was ruined! The doctor pulled out the scissors and I could feel her cutting me, but it was nothing compared to the pain of this baby coming out. The doctor told me, you have one more push Chantal, then I have to take him. I pushed with everything I had and he was out!
She set him on my chest and the first thing I noticed was his huge lips, then his full head of hair. I had never felt so much love, never been so happy, especially while I was in so much pain. The doctor looked up at me and said you are almost a 4th degree rip which is the worst you can rip. There is barely any skin holding you together so I have to start sewing now, she pulled out the needle and starting. Not only was I raw, but I was getting stitched up on both ends, 3 layers deep, the outer layer was the worst, especially when she reached my anus... Luckily I had the most beautiful baby to stare at while they were weighing, measuring, cleaning, and checking him.I watched Jared look down at his son, he was teary eyed and over joyed. He was already the best dad ever and I was so proud. Eastons poor little head was terrible, the worst cone head the doctor had ever seen before. It was terrible and so painful and I felt so bad. It was over, he was here, I was a mommy, and Jared was a daddy! My doctor came later that night to hold my hand and tell me that I was her hero, she said she had never seen a mother push a sunny side up baby without an epidural naturally. She had always had to take the baby. She told me I should be so proud of myself, I cried and she teared up. I miss her so much.
Jared and I were unsure if we could have children, the doctors had told me that because of the ovarian cyst problems I was having that it was likely I could not get pregnant. This weighed down on Jared and myself everyday. We stopped trying not to get pregnant just to see what would happen, but little did I know there were stronger forces in motion.
After we found out we were pregnant Jared smiled and said I knew you were. I paused, excuse me? What do you mean, he said he purposely got me pregnant, I was still puzzled. We had recently been having the missionaries over and he had learned quite a bit about prayer. Jared had said a prayer asking the lord to bless us with a child because he was scared we could not have children and he knew how bad that would hurt me. I smiled when he told me, then later when he wasn't around I cried. What kind a guy does that!! THE BEST KIND
I had the absolute BEST pregnancy! I loved my body, loved everything about it. The first month was a little off because my body was feeling ucky, but after the first month things went smother like a walk on the beach. I tend to plan things and prepare way earlier than a normal person actually needs to. I started preparing for my children as a younger teen, buying both girl and boy clothes and baby items.I started nesting at about 2 or 3 months, the house was so clean you could lick the floors! I started collecting Eastons room from the week I found out he was coming, I couldn't help it. Finally, I get to see what it feels like to be a mommy! Finally I have the chance to change the cycle and build a strong family unit! We had the baby shower when I was five months pregnant (classic Chantal move) and when everyone showed up for the shower the room was finished!
My mom and 2 brothers came from Colorado to the baby shower and helped so much. I was so stressed and strapped for time because things didn't go as planned.. I ended up planning my whole shower and decorating myself (1st positive to being over prepared) luckily I was only 5 months pregnant and could do almost everything by myself. My brothers, mom, roommate, and handsome fiance helped me as much as I would let them.During this time of my life I was starting to understand what it felt like to have a mother who would have your back no matter what. I was so happy and thankful that my mother was sober, healthy, and just as excited as I was. She bought the amazing crib, helped purchase food and decorations, and most of all offered her support and unconditional love. I could not have asked for a better shower, everything turned out perfect.
As the pregnancy progressed I started to get a little more testy because it was summer in Las Vegas, Nevada and I was huge! I know Jared loves me because wow, I was a pill. I was fine as long as no one made any stupid mistakes, talked back to me, forgot to bring my food or water, or ya know... wasn't perfect! Jared was a soldier and I will forever be thankful for his love and support through the pregnancy.Another support I appreciate is my sister Sierras support, she pulled her head out of what ever rut she was in and held my hand. She would call after work and ask how I was feeling and if I thought Easton was going to come tonight. The answer was always the same, "I'm lonely and I'm not sure" so she would come over and comfort me. This happened almost every night for the last couple months of my pregnancy which were the months I needed it most so I love you Sierra, you are my sister, best friend, and sometimes the biggest pain in my behind, but you are part of my heart.Before we knew it August had arrived and we were setting a date to induce because Easton wanted to stay inside Mommy's big spacious belly. We set the date for August 9th at 9PM. We were so excited, on the drive home we were quiet, but it was a good quiet. August 9th arrived and everyone was so excited, I was anxious and wasn't sure what to expect. My sister Sierra, Heather, and Sierras boyfriend watched movies downstairs in our house and Jared and I rested for the delivery. I didn't sleep, go figure haha.We arrived at Southern Hills Hospital off of Fort Apache rd. and took some before baby pictures. We went upstairs and I was certain I was going to get a room and be able to relax and kick my feet up, think again! We waited and waited and finally got a room, yup I was irritated. We started the induction and all of a sudden I wasn't so brave, I had all these thoughts going through my head and I could not stop them. I had my 2 best friends Katie Pilkey and Sierra Bawden playing card games, taking pictures, and just keeping my company. Oh how I love you both I hope you know!The nurse would come in and check me and I finally remembered I had a birth plan, handed it to the nurse and made sure she understood. The bold ed part of my plan was STRETCH ME, I DO NOT WANT AN EPISIOTOMY IF IT CAN BE AVOIDED, STRETCH ME. I didn't think she got the hint so Sierra went and got the nurse so we could talk about it. She assured me that I would be stretched and that everything was going to go as planned, I felt relieved, little did I know she lied!
The nurse came in and I was dilated to about a 5 and in pain so she asked me if I wanted an epidural, I hesitated, but said yes! The guy with the big needle came in and gave me the epidural, well wouldn't you know it, it wore off by the time I was dilated to a 7! I could feel everything, if I wanted to walk around I could have, I could barely touch my legs and feel it. I told the nurse that the epidural wasn't working, but that it was okay, I would deal with it. I wasn't about to rely on something that wasn't reliable for my body.My plan in the first place was not to get one, so my wish came true. By the time I was dilated to an 8 OUCH, Eastons heart rate had dropped dramatically and the nurses came in panicing, saying we might have to take that baby out! My whole body started shaking uncontrollably, I was so scared, what's wrong with my baby!!!!!? They called my doctor and she knew me well enough to know I would not want a C-Section so she told the nurses to tilt the bed so my head was down and my feet were up high.
She also told the nurse to fill my uterus back up with artificial water so the baby would fall back inside and the pressure could be off of his poor tiny head. They listened to the doctor and Eastons heart rate went back up, my little fighter wasn't giving up or taking the easy way out, neither was mommy. A lot happened from that point to delivery, but to make it short I was finally ready to start pushing and the doctor was suppose to be there in 15 so we pushed. 15 minutes went by, no doctor. 30 minutes went by, no doctor. I had been crowning from the first push and the nurse ordered me not to push, but HOW!
Finally the doctor arrived and everyone in the room could breathe, she put my legs on the stir ups and we started pushing. Next thing I hear the doctor say is that Easton is sunny side up, that's not good. She told me that if Eastons heart rate went down much more she would have to take him out so to stay calm and I had to breathe exactly how she told me to. I did everything she said, at one point I felt a feeling of peace and calm because I was breathing so well. The pain never went away, just kept getting more and more intense, the pressure was breath taking, but I had to breathe.I had been in labor for 20 hours, breathing through contractions with only about an hour of having the epidural working. I was one tired momma, but I didn't give up. I looked up at Jared and he was amazed, he said "he has a lot of hair, PUSH". The nurse did not start stretching me until I was dilated to a 10 so obviously I was ruined! The doctor pulled out the scissors and I could feel her cutting me, but it was nothing compared to the pain of this baby coming out. The doctor told me, you have one more push Chantal, then I have to take him. I pushed with everything I had and he was out!
She set him on my chest and the first thing I noticed was his huge lips, then his full head of hair. I had never felt so much love, never been so happy, especially while I was in so much pain. The doctor looked up at me and said you are almost a 4th degree rip which is the worst you can rip. There is barely any skin holding you together so I have to start sewing now, she pulled out the needle and starting. Not only was I raw, but I was getting stitched up on both ends, 3 layers deep, the outer layer was the worst, especially when she reached my anus... Luckily I had the most beautiful baby to stare at while they were weighing, measuring, cleaning, and checking him.I watched Jared look down at his son, he was teary eyed and over joyed. He was already the best dad ever and I was so proud. Eastons poor little head was terrible, the worst cone head the doctor had ever seen before. It was terrible and so painful and I felt so bad. It was over, he was here, I was a mommy, and Jared was a daddy! My doctor came later that night to hold my hand and tell me that I was her hero, she said she had never seen a mother push a sunny side up baby without an epidural naturally. She had always had to take the baby. She told me I should be so proud of myself, I cried and she teared up. I miss her so much.
Now my son is 4 1/2 months old, 20lbs, 27 inches long, and the cutest most chunky baby I have ever laid eyes on. He is such a great baby and we are both proud parents, learning something new everyday. He is so smart, I had no idea I could be so proud. He is sitting up on his own, saying some words, very alert, he is everything I have ever wanted. I love being a mother more than anything. I love the sacrifices, late nights (although I no longer have them), dirty diapers, milestones, all the smiles, the laughs, I just love that he is the biggest mommas boy.
We have our heads above water and surviving and that's all that matters. My son has the best of the best because I didn't. I plan to nurse him until he is a year, we have to make some sacrifices in order to provide the best nutrition for our son. So I do not have a job that brings in money, I have a job that is more rewarding that being a CEO of the most wealthy company. I get to teach my son, play, schedule, learn, make mistakes, cry, laugh, and raise my son every day. I wake up to him squealing and laughing with a BIG smile on his face because I'm all he needs. It feels exactly how I thought it would.. Like heaven on earth.
This is where we are as a family, we are safe and healthy. We have our fights (what couple doesn't), but we always end up hugging it out and realizing we have so much better things to do like play with our adorable son. The lord has blessed us with amazing people in our lives and you know who you are. I can't help but to wonder what I did right, what we did right?
Love, Chantal
Stay beautiful
7 1/2 months pregnant
Such a good man. Thanks honey
Felt like a dream
He has always had a bigger build, love my big boy
And they meet at last.
Proud auntie Sierra
My awesome Dr. Tabassi
Another proud auntie Katie
Jared's sister and mom (auntie Brook & grandma Everett)
Proud great grandparents, love lovely grandparents!
Such a proud first time grandma! My beautiful mother.
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