Summer Style: Featuring PinkBlush

Hey Mamas,

I hope you are all enjoying your summer! We have finally started to get some warmer weather here in the Inland North West, and I am beyond excited about it! I have finally been able to break out some cute summer clothes, and have teamed up with PinkBlush to share two of my favorite summer items!  I was a huge fan of their clothing when I was pregnant with Emersyn. I have several tops from their online boutique that I wore almost everyday during my pregnancy with her. I was thrilled to find out that they also make non-maternity clothes. They have some really cute things, and the prices are always reasonable.

The first thing that I fell in love with was a beautiful pink kimono! I have loved wearing it with a simple white top and jeans. So easy to style, and very comfortable! I also plan on wearing it over dresses and as a beach cover up… if it ever gets warm enough to put on a bathing suit. ha.

The second thing I received from PinkBlush was their iconic maternity/nursing robe. I wanted one so badly when I was pregnant with Emersyn, but I never ended up purchasing one. Emersyn is well over 1 year old now, but I am still nursing her regularly so I decided that I could still use one.  And it was the best decision I have ever made- I live in this robe! It is light weight, comfortable, and perfect for warmer summer mornings! My favorite features of this robe (aside from the fact that it is beautiful) are the length, and how it has a hidden tie so it stays closed but can still be opened just enough at the top to nurse. It really is worth the investment if you are thinking of getting one, even if you are no longer pregnant!

I’m so excited to continue styling these items for the summer!
What are you loving this summer? Have you tried anything from PinkBlush?

Mommy Little



*These items were sent to me free of charge by PinkBlush, but all reviews and opinions are my own.
*I am not currently pregnant 😉

Emersyn Claire: Birth Story

Well guys, I’m finally doing it! Here is Emersyns birth story. Hopefully I remember the details so I can look back on this next time baby fever hits and calm myself. Ha.

I found out pretty early on in my pregnancy with Emma that I would have to have a repeat c-section due to hospital procedures in the small town where we live. I was not very thrilled, but I accepted it and moved on. My amazing mom and sister came in to town on April 1st. I was so glad that they were able to come and help with Randsom while I was in the hospital- especially because Grant was preparing for finals at school. They were honestly lifesavers!

On April 5th, My husband and I left for the hospital at 4:45 AM. My c-section was scheduled for 7am but I had to check in at 5. It was crazy early and I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. It was so bitter sweet putting Randsom to bed, knowing it was the last time he would be my only baby.
They put me in the very back room in the birthing center because they knew I would be staying several days. The nurse came in and put in my IV (took 3 tries, and I had bruises for several days. Ouch). After a quick check on the baby, we were left to wait until surgery time. I’ll admit was was scared. I dreaded the spinal since I found out that I’d be having another Csection.

Finally 7 am rolled around and they had me walk down to the surgery area. Grant waited outside and put on his fancy “scrubs” while they took me in to get me prepped. I was more scared this time than I was with Randsom. I think I had been so worried about Randsom that I never had time to think about what was happening to me. This time around, I was much more aware of what was happening. I cried when they set me up on the table- but I’m going to blame pregnancy hormones and lack of sleep for that ;). Thankfully it only took one stick this time for me to get numb. And Grant was back by my side soon after that.

One thing I didn’t expect was that it would take longer this time. I guess they cut out all the previous scar tissue before they take baby out. It was hard just laying there for so long not knowing why it was taking longer than it did the first time. Finally I felt the tell tale tugging and pulling. Emersyn came out crying and all I remember after that was my doctor saying “looks like you birthed another toddler”! We had joked my whole pregnancy about how I have big babies. They brought her over and I was able to give her a kiss and take a picture. Then they wisked her off to get checked out and cleaned up. Grant went with Emersyn while I got stitched up. I just remember it took a long time and I was feeling very light headed.



When they were done, the wheeled me back to my room to rest. I was able to snuggle and feed Emersyn, it was such a sweet time. Later that afternoon, my mom and sister brought Randsom to meet his new  little sister. I think he was a little overwhelmed by everything, but he did hold her and give her a kiss.


I ended up having to stay at the hospital 5 days. I always struggle with anemia, even when I’m not pregnant, but I lost a lost of blood during surgery and at two days post partum I was still dizzy and light headed even laying down. I ended up needing two blood transfusions just to get back up to an acceptable range to leave the hospital. It was not fun, I needed a new IV (which was even worse than the first because both my arms were all bruised) and I couldn’t move while it was being done. Thankfully Grant was able to help bring me Emma during feelings when he was there, and the nurses I had were so kind and helpful!

I was so glad when we were finally allowed to go home!

Emersyn is healthy and adorable. I am truly blessed to have her as my daughter and I would go through surgery/birth a million more time just to have her if I had to.




Mommy Little


10 on Tuesday

I’m joining in the fun this week!
I started having contractions last night, and it got to a point where I really thought baby girl was going to make an appearance. Thankfully they stopped during the night and I’m doing better this morning! That brings me to my 10 for this Tuesday.
10 reasons I am SO not ready to have baby number 2! 
1. My house is a mess. A legit, tornado just rolled through, mess. I have good intentions of cleaning and getting things put away…. But I usually end up napping.
2. I haven’t washed any of baby girls clothes. Almost all of them still have the tags on.
3. My hospital bag isn’t packed. I have a pile of random items in my bedroom that I want to take… But that’s as far as my prep work has gone. I keep thinking that since I’m having a Csection, I don’t need to be prepared. This could be problematic.
4. I haven’t done all the “fun things” with my toddler that I want to do before he is no longer an only child. Which brings me to..
5. I’m terrified Randsom won’t like having a sibling. And that I won’t love this baby as much. I know all moms say that, and hopefully it really is easy to adjust. Am I crazy?
6. I don’t know anything about raising girls. I was a holy terror as a child/teen. I openly admit it and have apologized to my mother almost every day since I got married. If my daughter is anything like me- I’m In trouble.
7. I’m not ready to share my boobs. I breast fed my son for a little over 16 months. I have no regrets about it and am so thankful I was able to go that long! Buuuuttt- I love not having to worry about nursing friendly clothes, leaking, and having my general personal space bubble completely burst. We will see how long I last this time.
8. I’m dreading the first look at my saggy beach ball tummy. Postpartum bodies are no joke. I think most moms can relate.
9. I like having an excuse to eat anything I want.
Pizza? The baby wants it. Tacos? It’s for the baby! A whole bag of chips? I’m eating for two!
10. How do you take care of two little people who rely on you to keep them alive?! I’m barely a functioning adult as it is. Please send help!
Hopefully this baby stays put for two more weeks while I get this list sorted out!
Mommy Little

Pregnancy Update

I’ve been putting this off.
No, nothing life changing and horrible has happened. Baby girl is healthy and doing well in my big ol’ belly. But this pregnancy hasn’t gone as smoothly as I was hoping, and I confess I’ve been putting of dealing with my feelings towards it. Which means I haven’t written any new pregnancy updates.
Now I’m nearing the end of this pregnancy, and I do want to look back and have some record of what was happening. So today is the day.
  • I am 34 weeks pregnant 
  • We had a second ultrasound which confirmed baby is still a girl. 
  • I have gained 28 lbs… so far. 
  • I have horrible acid reflux, especially after I eat anything with pasta sauce. (oh pizza, I thought we were friends!)
  • We still have no name picked out. She will probably be called baby girl forever.
  • I feel like an old man, my body audibly clicks and cracks every 10 minutes. 
  • At my last appointment, baby was measuring 3 weeks ahead and over 5lbs… and that was two weeks ago. Apparently I’m destined to have huge babies. 
  • And the kicker… I’m having blood pressure issues again.
So here is the thing… I developed postpartum pre-eclampsia with my last pregnancy (though its suspected I had it the whole time). I knew there was a possibility of it happening again, but I was told the chances were small and that I had a good shot at a normal pregnancy. I had high hopes for a vbac this go around, and everything was looking good until my 24 week appointment. I went in knowing something was off. I’d had a constant headache for several days and blurry vision. They took my blood pressure at the office, twice, and the doctor came in and told me I was to go right to the hospital to be monitored. Good times. 
I could go in to more detail about how hard that day was (being in a new place, alone with my toddler and no one to watch him because Grant was in class, and expected to go to the hospital…) but I don’t want to cry right now. I had to stay for 24 hours. My blood pressures leveled out and I was allowed to go home. But because I have protien in my urine and a history of pre- eclampsiam, I am being monitored closely. This also means I’m having a repeat c-section because no doctors in my area will let me attempt a vbac with high blood pressure (I live in a small town, hospital rules are pretty strict here I guess). 
So there you have it.
I am SO grateful that baby is healthy and doing well this pregnancy. I don’t want to take that for granted. And I know that having another c-section is not the worst thing in the world, but it still hurts my heart to know that I will never get to experience a vaginal birth. Not to mention I’m just not feeling well and I look like a balloon. I know God is in control, this is what He wants for me and I will work on having a better attitude about it.
Until then, enjoy a few bump pictures!
Mommy Little  

Baby Little #2 is a….

My anatomy scan for Baby Little #2 was yesterday morning. I am so thankful to start by saying that baby is healthy, and everything is developing like it should! I didn’t realize how anxious I truly was about this appointment, until the tears broke out after being told everything was perfect. 
In other news, we are having a little baby GIRL! It looks like my mothers instinct was off this time. I was so sure that this baby was going to be a boy. I had already started picking out names and decorating the kids room for two little men. Imagine my shock when I was told it was a baby girl! I’ll admit, I was really wanting another boy (how could I not? My first is such a joy!) and I was slightly disappointed when I was told otherwise.
But since yesterday, the news is beginning to settle in and I’m getting excited! Mostly thanks to how adorable baby girl clothes are… I mean, come on! The hardest part about having a girl will be picking a name. I’ve had a name list going since I was about ten, and only one name on that list is a little girl name. We have our work cut out for us over here!
The boys waiting patiently at the doctors office- melts my heart!
My 20 week bathroom bump picture. Wearing pink, obviously. 
XOXO- Mommy Little

Pregnancy Update- I’m pregnant!

Well, obviously I haven’t been doing a great job keeping up on my blogging… but I feel like I have a legitimate excuse. I’m pregnant! And its been real, my friends, its been real.

I found out I was pregnant the day we arrived at our new home. The very first box I unpacked was the one containing the box of pregnancy tests. I had been feeling exhausted and sick the whole 3 day drive from Nebraska to Washington, and I was starting to wonder if it was more than just travel sickness. Imagine my surprise when it came back positive! I told the hubby that night, after we had finished unpacking the kitchen. Thankfully, he was really excited about another baby on the way.

I spent the next week unpacking boxes and trying to organize our new space, and I felt relatively good. The Lord definitely extended His mercy towards me and allowed me to get things put together before I started feeling really sick. Around the 7 week mark, I was laid up on the couch most of the day, just feeling to tired to do anything. Thankfully Randsom is really good at entertaining himself and didn’t seem to mind too much that I couldn’t keep up.

Most of my first trimester was spent on the couch- I never got sick, but I was exhausted and felt nauseous all day. Also, we ended up dealing with food poising, the flu, and a cold, all in my first trimester as well. Good times in the Little household.

Fast forward to today, I am 15 weeks pregnant and feeling a little better. I’m not as exhausted, but the morning sickness hasn’t let up yet. I had my first OB appointment and baby is looking good and my blood pressure seems to be ok at this point. We are hoping for the best this time around!

Yay for babies!
Mommy Little

Randsom Wayne- Birth Story

It all started on July 12th. I began having mild contractions in the evening but didn’t think very much of it- I was hot and tired and figured my body was just practicing. On July 13 I started having more consistent contractions- I started timing them and they were 7 minutes apart but not too sever. It just felt like really awful period cramps but I wasn’t experiencing any tightening in my tummy. Because I was supposed to have a scheduled c-section we called my doctor to see if I should come in to be checked- they had me come in and hooked me up to the monitors. Baby was looking great and was moving around- my contractions where consistently 7 to 10 minutes apart but I hadn’t progressed in the 2 hours that they kept me there. They decided to send me home in hopes that I would make it until my morning c-section on the 15th. I felt bad because I had called my parents and told them we where going to the hospital. Of course they drove all the way in only to be sent home a few hours later.

We got home and I tried to relax. I slept on the couch that night because my contractions where becoming more painful and I didn’t want to keep Grant up with my tossing and turning. It got to the point where I decided to take a bath to help ease the pain- it was 4:30 in the morning. I waited until Grant was awake and told him I needed to go back to the hospital- I was sure I was in active labor. So off we went to the hospital where they again hooked me up to the monitors. Baby was doing great but I still hadn’t progressed. They decided yet again to send me home. At this point my family and I where baffled by their choice to send me home. I was high risk and having consistent contractions. They should have just kept me there and done the c-section right away. One of the nurses told me that they were probably sending me home because they where very busy that day- all of the rooms where taken and I had been put in the recovery room just to be checked. As fearful and upset as I was to be sent home again, we left around 3 and went home.

We where home again and I was still having contractions- I went to lay down in the bed and tried to get some sleep. I had home and in bed no more than an hour and my water broke! I remember feeling a really strong contraction and feeling a “pop”. I jumped up because I knew what happened and ran to the bathroom- leaving a trail of water as I went. I yelled to Grant saying my water broke- then grabbed a towel and we headed to the car. I walked all the way through the parking deck (Not sure why we chose to park instead of go through the emergency room) and through the hospital to labor and delivery while dripping water and having a towel between my legs.

After a few ‘I told you so’s” to the nurses and doctor who had sent me home an hour ago, I was all hooked up again. They monitored me for a few hours and we had time to once again call our parents and tell them I was for sure having our baby this time.

Around 9 they started to prep me for my c-section. I was extremely nervous. They brought me into the surgery room- the walls where bare white and the lights where extremely bright. There were also about 7 people in the room. Grant was not allowed in the room until after they had given me the spinal tap- which was NOT fun. It pinched and I felt like I could feel the needle going through my spine, they had to do it twice because the first one didn’t quite work. The second one worked quickly though and my lower body was numb in a matter of minutes. Grant was able to come in the room (Now dressed in dark blue scrubs and hat). He held my hand which was starting to shake because of nerves and the medicine. I didn’t feel anything- I didn’t even know they had started the c-section until I felt a huge tug. Next thing I know I heard my sons cry, it was loud and strong and such a relief. Grant let go of my hand and went with our son to make sure things where OK. I remember laying there, with my arms strapped down, and crying. I was so thankful that he was born alive and crying- they brought him over to me after a few long minutes and I was able to give him a kiss on the cheek. I will never forget how wonderfully warm his face felt.

It took a good 45 minutes for them to sew me up- I was left alone because Grant went with out boy to the NICU. I was told he weighed 10lbs 9 oz and was 21 and 1/2 inches long. He was doing great and I was excited to see him. I had to wait over an hour because they wanted me to eat and have my vitals checked before making the long ride over to the NICU.

It was very late and I was exhausted as they wheeled me down to see my son- Randsom Wayne. He was hooked up to many monitors but everyone told me he was doing great. I was afraid to hold him but excited to finally have him in my arms. He was perfect and handsome and was so alert.

I spent the next few days recovering from the c-section and making frequent trips down to the NICU. It was exhausting and I was not sleeping well. They released my from their care 4 days later but Randsom was still in the NICU. I don’t want to make this much longer but I do have to mention that I ended up readmitted to the hospital a week later. I woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. My swelling was unbelievable and my blood pressure was near the 200’s. I had developed postpartum preeclampsia and spent another 4 days in the hospital- I wasn’t allowed to get up to see Randsom because moving made my blood pressure too high. It was awful and I never want to relive those days.

Thankfully we are all home now and healthy. We shall see where things go from here- but God is in control and I will try to rest in Him.  

Monday: 1 week until we meet

Handsome baby boy,

We have one more short week together with you inside my belly. Its hard to believe that after 9 long months of growing, you will be in my arms. I have so many emotions welling up inside me. I’m excited to finally see your chubby cheeks and hear your little cry. I am anxious to find out about your health and know what the future will hold. I’m praying with all my might that we will get to spend the rest of our lives watching you learn and grow.

I am taking this week to just cherish every moment we have left together like this. I have been so uncomfortable having a huge belly; but knowing that it will be over soon  me has made me realize how special it truly is. I love waking up to your kicks and rolls! Just knowing that you are active makes me worry a little less. I have discovered that you are a night owl like your parents, you always seem to do most of your acrobatics after 9! I hope that once you are born you will adjust to better sleeping habits. You also seem to have a fondness for good music in movies, I love feeling you move around excitedly when songs play loudly (hopefully that is you enjoying it and not scared!).

All of my maternity clothes are starting to feel snug, which I never thought I would say. You have made your presence known in a big way and I am never able to forget that I have the privilege of carrying you. Despite none of my clothes fitting and only being able to wear flip flops, I wouldn’t trade a single moment of this pregnancy.

Baby boy, you have already brought so much joy to your daddy and I. And this time next week you will finally be in our arms, good or bad. I am praying for you every day all the time.



15 Days

Well I didn’t update after my last appointment. I just got caught up with life, summer is flying by and yet going so slowly.

Everything looked stable on the ultrasound. It didn’t appear to be worse, but I have another ultrasound this week to make sure everything still looks the same and also to see how big he is because my belly is measuring way far ahead. I wouldn’t be surprised if they say I have a 10lb boy in there.

These last few weeks have been really hard on me emotionally. I have been irrationally anxious about everything, and bursting into tears seems to be a daily practice. I know I am just really nervous about the upcoming c section and birth of our son. Its hard to know that I have absolutely no control over what will happen to my baby boy and no idea what condition he will be in. Its even harder to know that I won’t be able to see him for several hours after he is born. They told me that he will be taken to the NICU right away, and I will have to finish being stitched up and taken to the recovery room.

I take great comfort in knowing that I serve a great and merciful God and that he already knows the outcome of this birth and the life of our son. I know that He will not make us face any situation alone. While I pray constantly for healing and the best possible outcome, I know I need to trust God no matter what happens.

We have 15 days until he is here. I know it will be the best and hardest day of my life.

So nervous…

I have another appointment today.

I was told its an NST and ultrasound.

I am afraid that the ultrasound will show that things have gotten worse.

I’m praying for the best.

My twice weekly NST’s have all been perfect so far. I know that’s a good thing.

And baby is still as active as ever. I know that’s also a good thing.

I just am dreading more bad news.

I love my son so much and want him to be here and be healthy.

I’ll update when I get home.