What a Mighty Good Man!

I had to post this while the good feelings are still here, I'm very easily annoyed, so chances are that I'll be ticked off at Kualii again soon, but I just want to say how awesome he is! He was so nice to me yesterday for my birthday. He's not mean to me any other day, but he made me feel so special and loved! He brought me flowers and a balloon and a card, and took me to my haircut, and took me to dinner. It really meant a lot to me since I have been feeling like crap about myself. I feel so much better today, and my hair feels so nice and short! Kualii is just a really good husband and daddy, and I know he loves me and my boys :0) I love him soooooooooo much!
Also, Kuokoa is exactly 2 months today! I can't believe it's been so long! He's such a cute, big boy! He is now 12 lbs 14 oz and 23 inches. He's doing really well, his belly button has a hernia, but the doctor says it's pretty normal and there's not anything to do for it. He's handled his immunizations like a champ, and had such a good night last night! He ate at like 11:30 then slept till 3:00, and I'm pretty sure he could have taken a binky and went back to sleep, but i fed him anyway and he slept till like 8:00 this morning! Holy cow! Kj, on the other hand was a nightmare. When it's Kualii's day off, if Kj wakes up at all in the night, Kualii will let him out of his room to watch tv untill he falls back to sleep, and Kualii will just sleep on the couch, so I think Kj knows when this will happen and takes advantage, what kid wouldn't? last night Kualii decided enough was enough, and made him stay in his room, which I wish he would have done from the start! But Kj threw the biggest fit. Kualii went in to try and calm him down a few times, and I even went in once, but he just had to cry it out. It felt like forever, but he finally went to sleep. I know he needs this boundary in his life. Bedtime is bedtime. He fell asleep for his nap at like 11:30 this morning so we'll see how the rest of the day goes.... Anyway, there's a lovely update on my manly men. I'm so glad I have them in my life!

Kuokoa Ronald Min

Cute and squishy and ready for bed!Brother watching movies and holding baby

This one is the best one to descrive their relationship so far. AAAAHHH!

Me and my Koa boy

Happy family. This is why I went natural!

Woo hoo! I have internet again! I wanted to write down Koa's birth story while it's still pretty fresh in my mind. I haven't really written down K.J.'s so maybe later I can take a trip down memory lane and write his so we can compare, the experiences were vastly different from one another, but I got a precious baby boy out of both of them, so that's good:)

Ok, most of you know how shook up I was after having K.J. My lame epidural cord kinked and I felt horrible pain when I was dilated to an 8, so when we found out I was pregnant again I was really afraid of going through that again, so I decided to get educated. Most of my friends were really into natural childbirth, and through my friend Shauntae, I met Janet Barton, who is a midwife, doula and natural childbirth teacher. So I signed up for her class, and Annie did too. It was really cool to have such a close friend to go to class with and share opinions and compare notes on pregnancy and kids (our older boys are a month apart too). Before I get into the details, I need to give props to my coach! Kualii was so awesome, not only for the labor and delivery, but for the class too. I didn't even think he'd want to come to the classes with me, so I asked him to at least come for the first one, and he was hooked after that. The fact that he took it seriously made me feel so supported and safe. What a good coach!

Ok, so I was armed with knowledge, and I decided that I wanted the best of both natural and medical worlds, which is exactly what I got! I have a really great doctor- thanks Krista- who I really trust, so I wasn't going to totally disregard everything he said. He was very supportive of my plans, and had faith in me that I could do it. I went to my weekly checkup on the 25th, 2 weeks before my due date, I think I was almost to a 4 at this point and I had him sweep my membranes, not really expecting much. By the next morning I was feeling pretty uncomfortable, I wasn't sure if they were contractions yet, just discomfort, and I was awake before K.J. which is weird. K.J. is a night owl/morning person. Lucky me :0/ I really wanted to lay down and rest but I just couldn't any more, so I waited for K.J. to get up and then they started to feel more like contractions. They were irregular in time and intensity. But they didn't go away, so I called Kualii and he came home. I was happy we got to spend the day together because it was our anniversary. the contractions didn't change so we rested, I took a bath, or two:) we walked to the park with K.J. and I didn't have a lot of change so we decided to take a drive and pay our rent. We went to Kualii's mom's and she took K.J. so I could relax and focus. I layed down for a while, and took another bath. I loved getting in the bath, it felt so good. Then they stopped. I know they tell you not to get discouraged, but tell a hormonal woman who feels like a small alien has taken over her body that she might have just had a lovely day of contractions and not get a baby out of it that very day, she will get discouraged. So I cried for a while, and by 6:00 the contractions were back, but this time they were regular and intense! I showered and got everything ready and we left at 8:00. We went and said goodbye to my K.J. boy, my nieces were very concerned about me. Lehua even gave me a bandaid because I was really hurting by then. It felt really good to stand, sitting killed me. Kualii ate a real quick dinner, the neighbor came over and he and Kualii gave me a blessing, and we left. It was nice to drive past the temple where we got married on our anniversary to go extend our family, even though I was in lots of pain. By the way, Krista was my awesome texting doula, she really helped me! I texted her all day, even through transition. We got there at about 8:40, I got checked, I was dilated to a 7 they hurried and hooked me up to an IV, I didn't want one, but I was strep B positive, so I did it and I didn't really mind it, I didn't like having to stand right by the monitors, cause I had to pee a lot. they got me into my delivery room, and I still couldn't sit. at this point, I couldn't even sit to pee, I stood! they checked me and I was to a 9. They called Dr. Clark, who came from playing volley ball- ha ha! It was funny, he had to get scrub pants there and there were only the smallest size, he wasn't pleased about it, but it was funny, the nurses were teasing him, and I think you can tell how good a doctor is by his relationship with the nurses. He was a good sport and joked with them, it was such a good, Cynda-like atmosphere! I had to keep telling myself "I can do this, I can do this, I can do it!" It was funny to say it out loud, but it really helped me, my nurses were awesome, they told me I was awesome. I said I wanted my mom, which I knew I didn't need her, but I just had to say it for some reason. The nurse said she said it too when she went natural and she didn't even like her mom! I was ready to push. The one regret I have is that I had waited to feel that intense urge to push, so I guess technically I wasn't ready, but I was ready enough! Everyone was just yelling at me to push, so I pushed, so they would shut up! It hurt SOOOOOO bad! but it didn't last long, I just had to get the head out. I kept getting mad at everyone and yelling, "is it out YET?!" I finally got the head out and having the body out was the weirdest coolest feeling ever! I think that feeling after childbirth is what everyone who uses recreational drugs is trying to reproduce. It's an upper because it is so exciting and just empowering to do it, and it's a downer because I've never been more relieved and relaxed and chill. I kept saying, "it's a baby! I had a baby! It's our baby, he's here!" and then of course, "Wow, sorry guys, I sound psychotic" I think I was talking really loud too, I think everybody got a kick out of me at least:) I held him on me and just felt his amazing, sweet, peaceful little spirit. He was a champion nurser too. I just love him so much! He was born at 9:41 7lbs 8oz, my exact birthweight. I had them bathe him, cause he had so much hair, and everything gets stuck in it! I wish the dumb cna hadn't scrubbed him so much, I had to rub vaseline on him for the first 2 weeks so his soft skin wouldn't be so dry. My stay at the hospital was so nice, everyone took such good care of us! I only wish K.J. hadn't had to stay at the same house with my retarded brother in law (I'm really mad at him, cause I found out later he screamed at my boy!Ooooooooooooh! I want to punch his big fat head!)

It was such an awesome, zen, great birth experience. It's what I wish I had given myself when K.J. was born, but you live and learn, and I'm so in love with K.J. and that's what counts. He's so cute and funny and sweet. He's a great big brother, very involved! a little too involved sometimes... Anyway, I'm so glad I did it! What a great 2 months it's been!

We named him Kuokoa which means independance. I don't know if he'll be a very independant kid, probably, he is a 2nd child. But, It describes where we are in our lives right now. Independant of our parents (FINALLY) and independant of drugs! Sorry if this was so long, it feels so good to have it written down though!