IT'S A GIRL!

Welcome to the world Miss Blaire Guillot!

So long "Macaroni" hello Baby Blaire. 

 

We apologize for the 7 week delay with the blog post but what can I say...we've been a little busy lately. Hah. To say the very least!

 

As you all know, little Miss Blaire arrived in style on October 30th. Mark that date  as special x3 for our household. It was my mom's birthday, the date Michael proposed and now Baby Blaire's birthday. How sweet is that?!

 

She weighed 8lbs, 7oz. So much for the low fundal height, huh?!  Who knew something that big was inside my belly!  No wonder my ribs in my back were in so much pain!  Yikes. 

 

THE NAME GAME

Y'all know Michael and I were in distress over the names down to the last couple days.  The Thursday night before going to the hospital, we went out to a delicious dinner together and made the final decision.  (Want to laugh? We thought I was in labor that night and were debating going to the hospital.  Thank goodness we didn't, as I was only suffering from a severe cause of gluttony. It took me two days to get over that meal which was capped off by 1.5 dessert...pumpkin creme brulee and cheesecake!)  

 

Our girl names were Blaire, Audrey and Olivia.  Audrey because we've always LOVED that name. Olivia because it sounds very close to my PawPaw's name, Ollie, and we would've probably called her that as a nickname....then Blaire.  Michael thought of Blaire back in the wee days of morning sickness during week 7 when we were in Maui. As y'all know from previous blog post, we had the first sonogram the day before leaving for Hawaii. It wasn't until then that were really started to let ourselves get excited. On the way home from the sonogram, I stopped to pick up some baby books to pass the time on the flight and all.  The whole way there (in between my many a potty breaks and nausea bouts) we flipped through the name book....it was at this time we stumbled upon the great MACARONI. 

 

Opps...sorry...I'm rambling....back to the name Blaire....one day, we had gone for a walk down the beach and took a break to sit to take it all in when Michael said "hey, what about the name Blaire"...from that point on, it was in the top 3. 

 

That very memory is what pulled the name to the top above the other two. I am still kicking myself over Audrey though, because it is such a beautiful name. If we have another baby and it's a girl - there will be zero debate over the name, that's for sure! 

 

How has it been?

Well, it ain't been easy that's for dang sure.  We knew it was going to be exhausting, but I sure didn't think it's be this physically, mentally and emotionally challenging.

 

POSITIVE

I'll start with the positive.  FEEDING.  Going in to it, this was something that was very important to me to work out. My will was tested as early as day 1, but I stuck to my guns.  After day one, I 100% understood why so many mommies throw in the towel or just don't even try at all.  Wow. Who would have thought something so natural would be so freakin difficult.  But, we are still going strong - hopefully for at least another month - 2 months.

 

NEGATIVE

On the negative side, Baby Blaire is a CRY BABY!  She has thus far inherited both mine and Michael's bad traits - my bad sleep habits and Michael's bad stomach. She isn't much of a napper and has a sensitive little tummy. Short naps and tummy troubles aside, she's got some good traits happenin' as well...she is a little routine loving, schedule following machine (wonder who she gets that from!) and is pretty easy to please (like her dad).  Things could be much worse, much much worse.

 

ALL ABOUT BLAIRE

Personality-wise, she would technically be dubbed a "by the book baby" that is on the slightly fussy side.  She is also very independent already. Starting as early as one week, she wasn't one for being rocked or held to help her fall asleep. She is a baby who just likes to/needs to cry for a bit.  (we are practicing the "cry it out" method). She likes to just be put down in her bassinet (to the dismay of her MiMi and Aunt Leight). Sometimes she hangs out in there awake for up to 30 minutes. Little insomniac! 

 

Now...on to some good stuff. PICTURES.

 

For this first post back, we thought it'd be cool to share some inside scoop pictures with y'all from the hospital since this blog is only sent to our family and close friends.

 

ENJOY:

 

Last pick of the baby bump - in the raw.

We took this right before walking out the door to the hospital

 

In the pre-op room. Last pic before becoming "mom and dad"

Suited up

 Side story: The nurses and staff made our birth experience so much fun. They had about as much fun as us with the whole surprise gender thing. Every time someone new walked in the room, they loudly would let them know the deal - that no one is to say a peep about the gender until Michael has the chance to tell me first. 

Woman's Hospital has a policy about c-sections that the dad has to stay seated the entire procedure due to the number of fainting incidents they've had. Well of course within 3 minutes of being in the room after a little small talk, Michael and the nurse anethetist became BFF and they allowed him to stand to watch the cutting and what not. During, he said "jenn, it's so awesome. you would love to see it."

 

When she was out, it took him a second to be able to tell if it was a boy or girl (because you know...the "parts" are all really swollen right at first).

 

He leaned over to me and with the happiest look i've ever seen on his face in my life says "it's a girl". I said "REALLY????"  "i KNEW it"!!!!!  

 

Then I said "look how big she is."  I couldn't get over how big she looked to me. We were expecting this little tiny baby and instead got a big and very healthy baby girl!!!

 



Michael's first time to hold her

My first sight

 

Family photo

 

This is a rare sight of her in the hospital. Don't be fooled. She looks so peaceful here, but cried 98% the time we were in the hospital.

 

Saint MiMi! 

I cannot express enough how much I love this woman!  Not only did she raise the best son in the world, but she is pretty much the best mother-in-law a girl could ask for.  I don't think we would have survived that first 2 weeks without our roommate!

Can't look at this next picture without tearing up.This is my 92 year old PawPaw who made a surprise visit. He drove all the way from Bunkie by himself to see us. When I told him the name, I said "Blaire Olivia...you know Olivia...kinda like your name, "Ollie". That way we'll always be reminded of you"

 

His response?

 

"Olivia...well hell, that's Peyton Manning's mothers name."

 

Haha. Gotta love my PawPaw.  

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