Introducing Joshua Grant Baker!

Born May 11, 2009 at 9:37 PM.  6 lbs. 11.9 oz. 20 inches.  We had originally planned on calling him Grant, but right after he was born as the doctor laid him on my stomach to cut the cord, I just looked at him and knew that his name was Joshua Grant Baker, and that I would call him Joshua.  I have thought about it since and he looks like a Grant and I could call him that, but I keep going back to that overwhelming feeling I had that his name is Joshua.  So there you have it.  These are pictures of our new son Joshua.....

After Joshua was born, he wouldn't stop crying :(  His cries turned into kind of a grunt.  The Nurses were concerned that he was having trouble breathing, so they took him to the NICU. There they did a chest x-ray and discovered that he had a pneumothorax also known as a collapsed lung.  He spent the night in the NICU, so I had only seen him for a few minutes before they took him away.   Joel and his parents were able to go and see him and took this picture with all the monitors and IV attached to my poor little boy :(     I had to wait until my epidural wore off before I could make the journey to the NICU.  I was able to go see him for the second time at 1:30 AM when my epidural wore off.                                                                                  

This was our third meeting at 10:30 AM.  Notice that all of the monitors and feeding tube and IV are gone.   The pediatrician came to our room about 8:30 AM and told us that he was going to have to stay in the NICU for a few days because in the second x-ray, it hadn't gotten any better.  When we went for the 10:30 AM visit, Joel and his dad went in first (only two allowed in at the time) and gave him a blessing.  Even though the xray wasn't any better, my little boy was out of the NICU and back in my room by 11:30 AM because he was doing so well.  The next morning they did a third xray and it had cleared up completely.   

When he was first born he would suck on his bottom lip.  He doesn't do that so much now.

Mommy and Joshua (I really didn't want to put this picture on, but what the heck)

Lizzie checking out his toes with Grandma Karla

*Side Note* We have taught Lizzie to call my parents Grandma Karla and Papa Jim, because we didn't want her to get confused having a brother named Grant and a Grandma and Grandpa Grant.  I guess now it really doesn't matter, but I doubt we can change it in her mind.

Lizzie wanted to give Joshua her toy bottle.  She got a new doll when she came to the hospital.  At first she wanted nothing to do with her little brother.  She played with her Grandmas and avoided me and Joshua.  She has since warmed up and loves her "baby broder" as she calls him.  Any time he cries, she always is so concerned. She'll come up to me and say "baby broder sad."  It's pretty cute.  She however will not let me take her to go to sleep and sing our songs, she need daddy to do it now.  It makes me kind of sad and I hope its just a phase.  I'm sure it will pass soon. 

Daddy and the kids!

Kisses for "Baby Broder"

Hospital Picture (kind of)

The lady came to take the hospital picture just as we were all laying down for a nap.  I had sent Joshua back to the Nursery and Lizzie was almost asleep, so she said she would come back the next day.  Well she never showed up, so we kind of took our own.  

I was so afraid to have two kids, but I'm loving every minute of it!  Before I couldn't comprehend how I could love a new baby as much as I love Lizzie.  It's amazing,  it's just like the amount of love you are capable of, doubles.  I love being a mom, and feel so blessed that I have two healthy children to love and teach everyday!