Wednesday, July 22, 2015

What We Love: Bloomz Bows & Headbands

 What We Love: Bloomz Bows & Headbands

Hey loves, life with our 6 week old and our now 2 year old (Cash's birthday was yesterday and was so fun & special...more on that later) has been such a blast! I have a full update on life with two coming soon, per your requests!  TOday i wanted to share all about these cute dainty bows you guys have been asking about on instagram and facebook (link to my accounts are on the right hand side).  Bloomz has the cutest dainty headbands for you baby girls evvver! I basically put these on her almost every day the first month, now they are getting a little more snug and we may need to move up a size, but man are these cute and perfect for newbies!  Check out all of our styled looks below over the past 6 weeks of little Laylas life.. my favorite so far has been the gold pinwheel headband. And be sure to check out Bloomz shop!

If youd like to see me post on anything in particular, write it in the comments below, i would love to hear from you! And if i havent responded to your email please resend, i havent been able to get to them all the past two months and theyre sort of hiding in there with a bunch of spam (;

One for every occasian (:

Instagram @bloomzbows

Happy shopping mamas!!!

Monday, July 13, 2015

Layla Sienna Armstrong: Birth Story

Layla Sienna Armstrong: Birth Story

June 4 2015, 7.4 oz, 18.5 inches long

Wednesday morning June 3rd (at 38 weeks, 6 days pregnant), the day before Layla was born I had a membrane sweep around 9am. The dr had said I was now 2 cm and ripe as well as 60% effaced and baby was at -1 station.  I knew a sweep worked with my son so I had high hopes that this would throw me into labor if my body and our sweet girl were both ready.  I had been having 'bloody show', cramping on and off and tons of braxton hicks for several days as you can see in my pregnancy updates.  After my sweep I left the dr's office and had a lot of cramping right away. Throughout the day my cramps with braxton hicks continued on and off. It basically felt like the days previous, just like regular menstrual cramps, there was no pattern to them or anything of that sort.  I went about my day as i usually would but paid close attention to how my body was feeling.  My son and i went to the park to play for a couple hours and i felt like they were still consistent around 3-4pm.  We headed home to start dinner around 530 and i noticed they were still here 8.5 hours after my sweep. 

I was texting my sisters about it around 650 and i noticed for the first time all day that i was getting them every 8 minutes now. So instead of feeling them constant or every so often, they were now coming and going forming a pattern of every 8 minutes. I also noticed for the first time that they had a peak of intensity, and that the cramps were a little painful (like a period) plus tightening like a braxton hick and pain in my back. They would start off slow and then the peak would be a little bit crampier/with pain and then they would die down and this happened every 8 mins.  At this point i started tracking them to see if they were going to pick up and how often they were coming.  They were lasting a minute long.

At 8pm they were coming steadily 5 minutes apart. Not hurting to the point where i couldn't talk or move though, they were more like strong period cramps still with an ache in my back, especially when a contraction came.  I decided to call my husband at work and tell him its time to come home "just incase this is it" (because my dr told me that morning that i would probably progress really quickly).  She had said to call when contractions were 10 mins apart. i knew from my sons birth that i was not about to go to the hospital UNTIL i couldnt talk through them, i was not up for being sent home like i was with him and then coming back an hour or two later after feeling like i was dying laboring at home.  So i waited.  My friends and family were telling me to GO and get checked. It was now around 10-11pm and i was still laboring at home with contractions that were definitely stronger but still i could talk through i kept waiting, walking around and cleaning, packing, etc.  At 12am they were 2 minutes apart steadily and lasting over a minute.  My sisters were begging me to go to the hospital saying i could be progressing really quick at this point and that if i didnt want to give birth at home i should GO NOW (because 2nd babies come quicker).  I just didnt feel like they were painful enough that i couldnt talk through them, i was breathing through them because they hurt (mostly in my back and radiating down my thighs and hips), but i could still talk if someone asked me a question.   Ugh, back labor again. Or maybe this is just how my body handles contractions/labor?  I was so bummed to feel this terrible pain in my back once again, i had hoped this labor would be different then the start of how my sons was 2 years ago.  I was determined to not get sent home this time.   At this point i was certain i was in labor it was just a waiting game for the painful intensity i knew i needed to have to be admitted and for these contractions to really be dilating me. I knew i was at "about 2cm" this morning according to my doctor, and i needed to be 4cm for them to admit me right away without question... which was my goal. I didnt want to walk the halls or be sent home or uncomfortable driving back and forth in a car, so i waited and waited.

At 2am i was hurting more and more, my back was killing so i was leaning over and swaying trying to let me body open up and dilate. I was breathing through just fine but because they had been coming on since 6ish, and now just 2 mins apart for 2 hours, i decided to call the dr on call and ask her what she thought i should do.  I was able to talk to her but paused and would need to breathe through a contraction when it came.  She advised me because it was my second baby and they were steadily 2 mins apart and i had been laboring for several hours that i should head to the hospital to be "checked".  So we took our sweet time loading up the car, grabbing a snack, and calling over my in laws to stay the night with Cash at our home.

When we got in the car my husband asked me "do you want me to take the long way or the short way" and i told him "the long way" to give my body even more time to dilate. Oh boy, the minute we started driving the pain was WAY worse, i think because of sitting down and having the babys head pressing down on my back. Standing was way more bearable but i didnt have a choice for the next 15 or so minutes in the car, so i tried as hard as i could to focus on breathing and just close my eyes.

When we arrived at the hospital with my sons labor, my contractions slowed way down from the anxiety and excitement, right when i left the hospital (after being sent home) they increased and were 10x more painful. With that experience in mind I kept myself even keeled, calm, and just focused on breathing. I didnt want to allow myself any feelings of anxiety or excitement, i wanted those contractions to keep on coming and keep dilating me.  Just like with Cash, i came all ready with makeup on etc because i had it on from before labor even started.. i knew they would think "she aint in labor" so i made sure to not do any touching up, no lipstick or anything of that sort, and wore sweats and  put my hair back. TRUST me.. it makes a difference when those nurses see you all dolled up, they are less likely to be on your side and admit you if youre between 3-4 cm and they have any choice in the matter. Im not sure why that is, but they are just less likely to have sympathy or believe youre really in active labor (PAIN!).  I digress.. back to the story. So they hooked me up to the monitor and sure enough my contractions were strong and still coming 2-5 min apart lasting over a minute.  The nurse checked me and said i was "about 3 cm".  Now, let me tell ya, with my son i came in with back labor in a lot of pain and was only 2cm.  An hour and a half later i was a stretchy 3, but that hour and half felt like murder.  Back labor is no joke, it takes a lot longer to dilate you because of the babies position, but its excruciating pain and super exhausting.  Hence why i waited at home so long.  I have a ton of friends who make it to 3 cm before labor even starts, or their early labor just feels like menstrual cramps. LUCKY ladies, because when their labor starts their body goes to 4 and thats when the real pain begins.  For me that wasnt the case with either baby.  I wasnt blessed with skipping out on back labor the first or second time and early labor heading into active labor hurts like hell.

Being a stretchy 3 is when i was admitted with my first delivery, they knew i was dilating hourly so they admitted me.  With this baby because the first time they checked me i was only 3cm the nurse decided i was in "early labor and it could be weeks or days" before active labor dilated me further.  I knew i was in real labor, not the labor that is just menstrual cramps and braxton hicks. I was having to breathe through.. was this nurse high? i mean really? I should probably add, THIS nurse, was the same nurse who sent me home with my son! YEP. ANd i told her that.  We had a good laugh, but inside i was like "hmm i really dont like you lady".  I will never forget her, and now i will really really nevvver forget her. HA!

They wanted to monitor me because my contractions were so close together and i was 2cm earlier that day and now about a 3, so they told me i could stay there for an hour and they would watch.  The nurse comes back after about 20 minutes and says I have to drink some ice gold apple juice to try to wake the baby up. She said they hadnt seen any jumps in the babies heart rate and they like to see them every 20 mins or so to make sure baby is handling my contractions well.  So I drank the juice & my anxiety spiked.  I was nervous.  She had mentioned they would admit me if the baby wasnt showing any spikes in her heart rate.    .. 20 mins later..NADA.  She was "Sleeping" the nurse said but this wasnt waking her up.  So they put this little buzzer on my tummy that vibrated for a couple seconds.. NADA.  After 40-50 mins of this the nurse said i would probably be admitted and we needed to get baby out quickly. So off she went to show the dr the babies heart rate pattern from that past 50 minutes of monitoring. 

When the nurse left i felt the baby moving and waking up. I was SOOOO relieved!! AMEN! She was okay and i wouldnt need any intervention or speeding anything up. The words C section were flooding my mind, but now i knew we were safe.  The nurse came back with a big smile and said "okay she was just holding out on me! GOOD shes awake".   So lets go back to that "anxiety".  Remember how i mentioned that anxiety and stress can slow your contractions,.. so can laying down.  I realized my contractions were spacing out 5-7 mins now instead of 2-5.  I was so stressed about Layla not moving and her heart rate not having any spikes after drinking juice and the buzzer that i was slowing them down.  This made me really nervous for when the nurse was about to check me.  I sort of knew that this past 40-50 mins probably wasnt dilating me much.

And what do you know, the nurse checks me and says im still at a 3. I told her i was about a 3, and now im a 3, does that make any difference? I also said "but i  have been stressed and theyre spacing out because of that" and she said ok go walk the halls for an hour and lets see what happens.  So off we went! The contractions started coming every 5 minutes again like clockwork.  So within that hour of walking i had a good 10 contractions, i also started feeling nauseous like i was going to throw up and had diarrhea (sorry TMI) but when a big contraction came i had to run to the bathroom twice.  Thankfully this cleared me out before delivery lol.  My contractions were getting really strong and walking through them was so hard, i would have to stop and breathe and sway my hips.  I started getting so nervous that i wouldnt be to 4cm within just an hour and that my body was stuck at 3 because of the babies position and back labor taking longer.  I knew once i hit 4-5 cm thats when my labor would pick up and was so scared it would be too late if they sent me home and that i would deliver in the toilet! HA. That was my worst fear. Just thinking about sitting in the car again with even stronger contractions and now nausea and having to go to the bathroom sounded so terrible.  And not just sitting in the car ONE more time, but having to drive all the way back to the hospital a couple hours from now in EVEN More pain then now seemed like my worst nightmare. My husband kept telling me "you're going to progress, just focus on right now and lets keep walking and breathing through".  He was truly my rock and helped me stay calm.

The hour was up, my prayers were constant. Begging God to please make this labor different, please dont let them send me home again like with my son.  And out came the words "youre still 3 centimeters".  Tears flooded my eyes.  I told her i would be back, that this is exactly what she did with my son, i knew it wasnt her fault but i felt so frustrated. I wanted to vomit, i had the runs and so much bloody show, my body was clearly in labor and i couldnt believe they could send me home like that.  My pain was so bad, all i could do was cry because i felt hopeless. I was terrified that i would have to go home and labor there for an hour or two with increasing pain when i could hardly handle what i was currently enduring.  All i could think about was the pain increasing and having no option at home for any relief.  And what if my baby came.. so many what ifs!

The nurse offered me an ambien. Yep. I couldnt even believe she offered to give me a sleep aid. Especially one that makes you hallucinate if you dont sleep when taking it. Are you serious?  I knew this baby was coming, so what if i had taken that being a new mom or something and not knowing i was going to have to push a baby out soon? I cant even imagine laboring and feeling groggy and out of it.  So of course i declined.

We called my in laws and told them we were being sent home. My husband made it clear that we would be heading back to the hospital in an hour and just needed to labor at home to let my body progress.  I didnt want my son seeing me in that much pain (it was 5am now and i knew he would be up around 630am) so we went to their house to labor there and they stayed at ours.  Into the bath i went.  I had labored in the bath with my son, it was all that made my back feel better, so i knew that was the first thing i wanted to do.  The tub at their house was so small so my back wasnt really even in the water because i had to get on all fours to help the baby move off my spine and relieve my back pain a bit, so my husband had to sit next to me and pour water over my lower back each contraction, which were consistently 2 mins apart, lasting over a me barely any break.  I was in so much pain, all i could do was close my eyes and moan.  Breathing through them but feeling so nauseous and sick.  At one point i had to jump out of the tub during a contraction, kick my husband out of the bathroom and get back on the toilet,.. my poor body was going through hell.  My hubs kept getting phone calls from my mom and texts from my doula best friend telling him to call the dr and get her to admit me.  So he called her, after being home for about 30-45 mins, she asked him a bunch of questions but i knew i needed to be the one to talk to her. So I got myself out of the tub, got on the phone and told her how i was feeling and that i was having really awful back labor, diarrhea, and felt like i could throw up any minute.  She asked if my pain was worse and i said YES.  She told us to come back and get checked and that i would probably be admitted.  I wasnt into that answer, i needed certainty if i was going to get back in that car and drive all the way there putting myself through even more pain having to sit there with the babys head right on my spine.  So I said "im not coming back unless you promise me you will admit me".. She said "hunny im 100% certain you will be admitted".  I have never heard more comforting words.  HALLELUJAH!   I threw my clothes on, my husband grabbed ours stuff, and we were about to head out when i suddenly felt this violent urge to throw up. I ran to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth and barely made it to the toilet.  After vomitting the little to nothing i had in my stomach, i was dry heaving over and over. Misery is the the only word to describe it.  We grabbed a bucket for the car and off we went back to the hospital an hour after just being there.

Going back this time was just like heading back to the hospital after i was sent home with Cash.  I was now soaking wet, hair in a bun, no makeup on, crying in pain.  A hot mess is one way to describe it. This is the women the nurses like to see. Haha, so just take note of that if youre going to deliver a baby soon. LOl. When i arrived they were switching shifts with new nurses, just like how they were when we came back with my sons birth. Im serious, i felt like i was in a twilight zone. This birth story is just way too similar to my sons. It was so bizarre!  When i looked up to see who was going to "check me" it was that same mean nurse again.  But this time, my mom met us there, and she wasnt going to take any bull from this nurse. Shes delivered 5 kids and seen a lot of births, she knew i was in labor and ready to be admitted, having her there gave me comfort, her and my husband were going to fight for me.  And i knew the dr on call had promised me i could stay.  The nurse handed me the gown and a bag for my clothes in the triage room, but this time i said screw the privacy of the bathroom im in so much pain, and i stripped down right there.. i think she knew i meant business.  When your in agony you really dont care who sees what.  The nurse checked me and i laid there praying, Lord please have mercy on me.  And just like that, i was 5 centimeters and admitted. Tears again. But this time, happy tears of sweet joy and relief. We were ready to have a baby, i was ready SO ready for that epidural.

At this point my body was shaking. I couldnt control it, i couldnt even open my eyes the pain was so intense. I knew I needed to have an IV put in so i could go through a whole bag of fluids before they would administer an epidural, so i asked for that as soon as possible.  All i could think about was the epidural. Thats all i knew i needed to make it to.  So i closed my eyes and took deep breathes and focused through this last hour of contractions.  I should probably mention my new nurse came in and it was the same nurse that admitted me with Cash and delivered him!   So the same nurse sent me home again and the same new nurse would deliver my daughter that delivered my son.  People were hooking things up, asking me questions & i couldnt even respond.  The new doctor on call came in right away and checked me and i was now already 7cm.  So basically i had left the hospital at 5am at 3cm and came back an hour later at 5cm, and about a half hour later before my epidural was in two hours i went from 3-7cm. I almost didnt make it to getting my epidural.  Finally the anesthesiologist was here, while he was setting everything up it felt like an eternity, but he kept reminding me you only have a few more contractions left, then the pain will be gone. So i focused on those words.  Shaking, my feet dangling off the side of the bed, bending over waiting for him to poke me with that giant shot.. the one shot that actually feels something like heaven, (kidding, kind of).  & then, Instant relief.  He administered a lighter dose of the spinal tap and a 10 for my epidural. I told him im sensitive to the initial part of the epidural so he explained he can give a lighter spinal tap which is what first gives you relief until the epidural kicks in (not sure if thats accurate but that was my understanding of it when in a tremendous amount of pain ha).   My doctor came back in to break my water, and within a half hour she came back and checked me and i was now 10cm and baby was -1, which means she was a little bit high but the doctor was confident i could push her down myself and didnt need to wait to labor down. We were ready to start pushing!! WHAT??! I just got here?.. yep. Thank God my husband had called the dr at home when he did!

They wanted to drain my bladder first so they inserted a catheter and figured that might move the baby down a little bit too.  I FELT IT.  oh boy, i knew if i could feel the catheter that i would be definitely feeling this baby come out.  I tried not to dwell on it and focused on how i was about to meet our baby girl. They set up the room and we were now ready to push.  The room was a lot more quiet then with my son, it was calm and my husband mom and sister were the only ones there this time.  No one was counting while i was pushing, no one was holding my legs this time but me.  It was just different, not good or bad but a different experience then with my son.  The doctor was so encouraging telling me "you have such good control", "push just 90% percent", "good job" etc.   Having someone talk to you and give direction is so nice.  I could feel her as i was pushing, right when she was crowing and my body was stretching was the most painful part. I didnt want to stop pushing to wait for another contraction, i wanted her out because pausing there with her hed stretching me was killing.  So i asked if i could keep pushing and the dr let me.  Out she came in just a couple pushes total. I think i pushed for maybe 4 minutes including waiting for contractions. It was soooo fast! Painful, but not like i would have imagined.  I wasnt screaming, it was just a burning pain with a lot of pressure and the feeling as though you are tearing.  But i could handle it. To me the contractions and back pain were far worse then feeling the pain of having the baby actually come out of me.  She came out with her hand next to her cheek, which is so cute because thats how she likes to sleep, with one hand swaddled out right next to her face.  She looked so much like her brother, the minute i saw her i felt like i was reliving meeting my son.  It was so surreal. I couldnt believe how similar this birth was, and now she looked just like him! They let me hold her on me for a little while and then took her to weigh her and clean her/check her out.  She was the EXACT weight and height as my son at birth, 7.4 oz and 18.5 inches.  Talk about crazy!

She is sweet perfection, we are in heaven with our little girl. She latched on right away for our miracle skin to skin hour and has been a great eater since! We opted not to do chord blood banking this time since we already did it with my son.  And I only had 2 small natural first degree tears this time around which have healed way quicker then the episiotomy cut that they gave me with Cash. 

Although the laboring at home part has been so painful with both kids, my experience after being admitted has always been pleasant and so special.  Laboring and giving birth is such a gift, my birth stories are some of my favorite memories. I am proud of what my body can do and that its created two perfectly healthy little children. I am so blessed to have been through this experience, pain and all and wouldnt change any of it.   I hope my story can encourage you in some way.

And for those of you that have asked, we will probably have one more baby in the future.  In the moment i always tell my husband NEVER again, but right when that sweet smelling precious innocent newborn is in my arms i always beg for another! You truly do forget the pain immediately.  No pain in the world could stop me from wanting a lifetime with these special little people of ours.

^^^The moment she came out they handed her to me to put her on my chest, i was in awe^^^

^^^So full of joy!.. (and side note: i had gum in my mouth because labor makes your mouth dry and they wont let you have ^^^ 

^^^^Telling my hubs how much she reminds me of Cash^^^

^^^Ivory lace robe c/o Walkin On Air , my husband captured this moment as we were gearing up to go home^^^
Instagram: @Walkin_onair

^^^Home sweet home with our babies, 1 week and 22.5 months old^^^   

Read Cashs birth story here


Thursday, June 25, 2015

A Guest Post: Whitney Darling, 'Encouragement On The Topic Of Struggle'

 A Guest Post: Whitney Darling, 'Encouragement On The Topic Of Struggle'

 (^^A photo taken years ago when I first met the talented Whitney Darling, i thought it was only fitting to share^^)

 Oh today i have something special for you, a guest post by someone I truly admire, someone i've only met once in person but have followed along on her journey somehow via social media for several years now.  We both share friends in common, grew up in South Orange County, have two new babies both a boy and a girl, and most similarly have a calling on our hearts to share our story and be a "vessel of Gods light".  She is an incredibly gifted woman, she has a way with her words and expressing her heart so openly and beautifully, and my oh my you should see life through her eyes with the photos she takes!  Miss Whitney is a photo journalist but so much more than that.  I frequently see her status updates on my feed and am always amazed at what God is sharing through her each week.  Yesterday I came across a post of hers on her blog and was so moved by those necessary words i read, that i asked her if i could share it here in this special space and place of mine.  So today i'm pleased to share Whitney Darling with you all.

Her beautiful message of  "Encouragement On The Topic Of Struggle":

"It is the struggle in life that often renders me powerless enough for long enough to make sincere space (in my otherwise egocentric mind) for God.

I wish I could say that without toil I glorify God, that in all things good and perfect, say a lush garden or a sensitive moment, that my born instinct is to turn t0 God and be overwhelmed with thanksgiving. I wish it was my instinct to not feel good owed to me. To always recognize grace and beauty as a gift. To glorify someone who deserves glory. I wish it was my instinct to choose faithfulness to my creator. But as the book tells it: centuries of waywardness and deception has allowed for me to be a woman who is genetically predisposed to choosing myself over everything and everyone else. I am hardwired to wander from rightness.

The most basic strand of pride has created an ugly pattern in me. If I go long enough without struggling, I begin to overlook the face and works of God.

Oddly enough, even with all of the astonishing beauty and miraculous good in the world, maybe I could somehow still explain it all away. Maybe without struggle, without need, I wouldn’t have enough depth to reach for God. Maybe without struggle, I wouldn’t hope in his ability OR simply believe in his existence.

It is not until desperation that the temporary God I’ve made of myself crumbles. It is not until prostrate on the floor beating my fists in disbelief or frustration or downright anger, or maybe in the fetal position rocking my wounded self to pseudo-consolation, that I die to a role I was never meant to carry.

I truly believe that God is good, and that he wishes we would just choose to dwell with him. To be right with him. I believe he wishes that we would just choose to see clearly what he has made clear to see. That he is God and we are not. But I also believe that his graceful nature allows him to understand. It is a wonder he hasn’t given up on us. It is a wonder he sees the struggles we’ve bound ourselves to, and uses them for betterment. How gorgeous that he allows the struggles, or the deceptions from Satan, and the adulterousness of our choosing them, to again lead us back to him. What love. 

I’ve often wondered why God would even allow for Satan to rule the Earth. Great, God rules heaven. Great, Satan rules hell. But why is the land we are born on subject to both evil and good? As I’ve experienced the sorrow of a chronically ill baby, as I’ve endured the breathlessness of witnessing my dad dead on the bed in front of me at a tender nine years old, as I’ve drown in the pit of my stomach walking into a room where my (then) boyfriend and dear friend we’re having sex… as I myself, confusingly enough, have chosen to hurt people I love…

the answer has been made more lucid.

What I’ve come to thus far is this:

It is the need that draws us in. It is the brokenness that sobers us up. It is the horridness of the devil that will lead us to recognize the goodness of God.

But my LORD, pain is pain. And, in the moment, of course it’s not just a hypothetical tool for redemption. It is pain. And it doesn’t feel right to grieve the loss of comfort, or to gasp in the anguish of loss, or to grapple with the unresolved whys.

Some moments and some days, it is utterly and wholly crushing to breath.

And some of the other days, it is absolutely and emphatically beautiful to be alive.

But for those who may be in the midst of the struggle: It is your struggle that will allow you to humble up (yes, even more) and meet God’s powerfulness.

Because, struggle, for me, is where God has not yet been made King. And struggle, for me, is the sign of an unresolved/unfinished life. Struggle is symptomatic of need. And need hurts. And dear God, no one wants to hurt forever.

It is the unsatisfied struggler that will finally stop looking for answers within, who will die to their own self-crowned-King, and call for the true God, and in enough time, when his truth is revealed in way that is finally understood, it is the struggle that will allow us to know for ourselves what we would otherwise reject:

Only God is good.

(Praying for you who stumble here, that you would be bound up by his grace over all things in your life. And that you would be made whole this morning, even in the midst of your own powerlessness, as you begin to recognize and gladly NEED more of his presence.)"

 The Lord spoke and she listened. I had to share this because I know so many of us need encouragement in times of struggle when we are in the midst of a horrific storm.  I hope this message spoke to you.  And a big thank you to Whitney for allowing me to share her message of encouragement today.

You can see her work here, and read more about her & her story here.


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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

What We Love: Honeybunch Boutique

 What We Love: Honeybunch Boutique

Hey loves, we are back!! Our little miss is 2 weeks and 5 days old! We are already almost 3 weeks over here people?! How does that happen? We are soaking up every minute of her, she is so delicious and soft and just the sweetest little birdie girl.  I cant wait to do a labor and delivery story and share our first few weeks with her with you all soon. 

Today i wanted to share these beautiful swaddle blankies by Honeybunch Boutique because we have been living in them! im a sucker for a good swaddle, and a pretty one at that! i love to match them to whatever shes wearing that day and they make for a nice photo backdrop too if youre into capturing and logging every little moment of their lives like me, haha (;  But really, i collect swaddle blankies and am always on the hunt for a new one thats different, soft, feminine, and not what you typically find in the stores.

This floral is almost all sold out, but she hand makes these adorable woven muslin pompom swaddles with different colors of poms! You need one! They're so dainty and cute, and the poms are super soft!  We picked out the white and peach combo and it pretty much goes with anything girly!

^^^ill be sharing about these adorable bows next^^^

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Sunday, June 7, 2015

Introducing Layla Sienna Armstrong

Layla Sienna Armstrong

^^^24 hours, heading home^^^ 

June 4th 2015, 9:17am
7 pounds, 4 oz.  18.5 inches

^^^2 days old^^^

^^^heading home^^^

^^^3 days old^^^
We are all in heaven and Cash is adjusting so well. He is so in love with her and gives her the most tender soft kisses on her head. We are on cloud nine and just enjoying this baby bliss.  I'll be away for this week enjoying this time with my family bonding and adapting to becoming a family of 4 but ill see ya soon and you can see our daily photos on Instagram or Facebook linked on my side bar.


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

39 Weeks Pregnancy Update: Baby # 2

39 Weeks Pregnancy Update: Baby #2

^^^38 weeks^^^

^^^My in laws are seriously so sweet and got me a pedicure at Life Time Fitness so i was able to relax for an hour by myself and then work out for an hour at the gym there, afterwards we met up at the pool and they brought my little guy for some fun in the sun.  Im trying to work this baby out with the couple days i get to the gym each week and walking. ^^^

^^^38.5 week bump at the pool last weekend with my little guy & my sweet in laws^^^
^^^just about 39 Weeks Bumpin at Sea world^^^

How far along: 39 weeks pregnant (tomorrow!)

Due date: June 11 2015

Weight Gain: 26.5 lbs. 

Symptoms:  bathroom trips usually once a night, TONS of braxton hicks daily, cervical sharp pains here and there that stop me in my tracks and i have stand there cringing until they're gone. Last week i had some realllllly awful ones at night. I have alot of labor symptoms going on so read those below.. I still have lower abdomen soreness probably from the weight of the baby lying low, nausea off and on but super minor (started around 36-37 weeks again).  NESTING has started the past 2 weeks for sure.

Cravings: Chocolate, sandwhiches still.  Chocolate donuts and cupcakes sound good after having a cupcake on memorial day i crave them.  Not usually one of my cravings when not pregnant, im more of a salt girl. But its fun to spoil myself with sweet treats here and there. Craving smoothies and fresh COLD fruit.  Cereal sounds good and food is turning me off, especially at dinner time if ive had any nausea or cramping im hungry but nothing sounds good.

Wedding Rings: on.

Belly button: out

Exercise: cardio once a week. Im lucky if i get to go twice. But mostly just walking here and there

Sleep: sleep is good compared to my first pregnancy. i wake up just once to use the restroom & its easy for me to fall asleep

Maternity Clothes: Yes

Excited for: labor! Well, also a bit nervous. But i cannnnnnnot wait to meet her and see what she looks like and meet her little personality.

Missing: nothing right now, im really just enjoying this time being pregnant with these last few days i have left

Pre Labor Signs: YES!  I have had plug showing up almost every day since last week. I have had bloody show (sorry TMI) here and there, cramping with lower back ache off and on and braxton hicks like crazy. I lost a pound this week which also happened the week i had my son. I have had lose stools (sorry I know its tmi but its the truth and this is a pregnancy post afterall), which can also be your body clearing itself out for labor, so who knows if thats a symptom!?  My abdomen is achey down low as i mentioned above and sometimes my bones ache down there.

Dr Update: My dr started internal exams at 36 weeks so here is the breakdown since i dont do weekly pregnancy updates. 
week 36 exam: 56% effaced, no dilation, baby was high at -3 station.
week 37 exam:  60% effaced, no dilation, baby was still high at -3 station.. so basically no progress. Dr told me to not hold back and exercise and walk like mad to get this baber lower.
week 38 exam:  60% effaced, 1/2 cm dilated, baby moved down lower to -2 station. I was happy for that little progress! Started losing plug around here and had some on and off bloody show with cramping/braxton hicks and back ache
week 39 exam: Check was today, im 2 cm dilated!! WOOHOO! 60% effaced still, SUPER ripe/soft, and baby is -2 (although also told baby is -1 so not sure).

 ***Dr did a membrane sweep this morning so ive had lots of cramping/with dull back ache for several hours (which is normal) and a little spotting.We will see if anything happens otherwise i will have another sweep next week***  Also my ultrasound i had at 36 weeks for growth came out to be completely normal, baby measured 36 weeks and 2 days, she was around 6.7 lbs already (give or take a pound they said; i guess theyre hard to get an accurate measurement at that late in gestation).  So thats sooo great!

I hope you all have a wonderful day! I have some other fun posts planned for this week so keep checking back!!   
OH and be sure to leave a comment below with your guess for when baby will come, as well as birth weight and height just for fun!!!

See my pregnancy posts with my first baby at 37 weeks pregnant here, 38 weeks pregnant here, &  at 39 weeks pregnant here.

Monday, June 1, 2015

What We Wear: PinkBlush Maternity

What We Wear: PinkBlush Maternity

Hey loves, I cannot believe we are quickly approaching 39 weeks pregnant this week! AH! This lady will be here any day, and she is giving mama tons of action that the day is soon. I will try to post a pregnancy update tomorrow to share! For now I wanted to share more on this great shop that carries a maternity and non maternity line! PinkBlush maternity has tons of cute maternity dresses, shirts, & skirts to choose from. They even carry nursing friendly attire that has its own section to make it easy for us mamas that dont know what to wear those first few months when you feel like you're nursing all day long. I shared the above coral maternity dress  that i wore to my sisters baby shower sprinkle yesterday on my instagram. It was the perfect spring dress thats comfty and highlights the bump with such a cute pop of color.  See more below!

^^^I paired this maternity maxi dress with turquoise/gold jewelry which i think goes nicely with the peach^^^

^^^I fell in love with this crochet pocket and for some reason i just love wearing a long sleeve tight shirt with a baby bump, i think its one of the cutest styles paired with ripped skinny jeans or in this case, some charcoal gray leggings for comfort in my last couple weeks of pregnancy. I love the length of this shirt, no pregnancy bellies exposed here. lol.  Shop pinkblush maternity tops here for more bump friendly apparel.^^^

^^^38.5 weeks pregnant. Soaking up every bit of this bump as I can these last few days^^^
^^^ I love love this gray casual t-shirt maxi dress. You can wear it before, during and after pregnancy. Its the perfect maternity maxi dress because you can dress it up or down, its comfortable and its stylish. It hugs all the right places.  I paired it with a maroon beanie for some casual style and a gold bangle and my loves intials David Yerman necklace. Its currently on sale so head there now to scoop it up!!^^^

((sorry for the iphone quality selfie photos, aint no body got time for professional ones at 38/39 weeks pregs! Am i right or am i right?!))

Shop PinkBlush Maternity now for some cute and trendy maternity clothes.