Zach's First KSU Game...

Daddy & Zach in the Man Cave before the game began...

Zach wasn't happy at first, but looking at his Dad cheered him up!!

Zach didn't watch very much of the game. He snuggled with Mommy and made lots of faces instead...

Grandma K stopped by and brought Mommy/Daddy dinner - which was well appreciated - YUM!

Going Home

Friday, November 4th... we finally get to go home!! After 5 days at Wesley Medical Center... we were ready to fly the coop!! I took a few pics of our little man before we left...

He wasn't sure what to think with actual clothes on!

First stop after the hospital? Mommy's favorite store to get my drugs filled!!

Killing time waiting on Mommy's meds....

More photos at Target...

Back in the car... on the way home!

Daddy was our chauffeur!

Daddy wanted to show Zach the best room in the house.... the Man Cave!

Baby Bubbies trying to nurse Daddy's Shoulder

Hands In Mouth = Hungry Baby Boy = Poor Mommy!!

The Day After...

Twenty Four hours after Zach was born (6:31 on Thursday the 3rd) I was able to get 'unplugged' from everything, and we got to move upstairs to one of the recovery rooms. It was nice to be able to get up and around, and into something other than a hospital gown!!

I don't have pictures of everyone who came to see Zachary, I actually only have just a couple. I was in the moment, and not taking pictures!! Here are some quick shots of the people I did get!! Thank you for all of you that came to visit Zachary, and many of you that brought some amazing gifts for him too!! He is very loved, and very spoiled!! :)

Gary & Dale

(Two of my plumbers from work!)

Zachary's Aunt Lindsey gave him lots and lots of love!!

The Dickson family came to see us, and Zoey is already sneaking kisses at Zach!! :)

Zachary Steven McKeever

Wednesday, November 2nd has arrived. My next nurse was named Jessica, and she was just as great. I couldn't have had a better experience with all the nurses/doctors that we had while in the hospital. I told her that we had to have the baby by the time her shift ended (at 7:00 AM the next morning). She told me that we would! From then on we just waited, and waited, and waited. There were a few times in the next couple of hours that I would need to hit my 'magic button' because they pain snuck passed the epidural medicine, but for the most part everything was fine. Jessica told me to get some rest if I could, so around 4:00 AM, I tried to rest.

While I was trying to sleep, Jessica came back in, because the monitors on my stomach weren't working correctly. They weren't getting accurate readings of my contractions (which thank goodness at this point I was barely feeling), and they weren't getting readings on baby's heart rate. She had Dr. Peregrin come in, and she asked if she could place a monitor in the top of baby's head, and another one up in my uterus to monitor my contractions. I said of course, so they got all of that going. After they were correctly monitoring me and baby, they started to notice that when I had a contraction, baby's heart rate would dip down really low. After the contraction, the baby's heart rate would jump right back up. Jessica, my nurse, said that it could mean that the cord was wrapped around baby's neck. Which completely freaked me out!! She said not to worry though, that was completely common. The only thing they would worry about was if baby's heart rate didn't rebound after it dipped down low. So, for now... we were ok, but they were keeping a close eye on my monitors. So much for getting 'rest'. Gabe and I sat for the next hour just staring at the monitors.

My nurse Jessica did another 'check'. Through out the night I had pretty quickly gone from a 4.5, to a 6, to a 7. The last check I was a 9, but now... it was "Go Time". Jessica said that we needed to do a few pushes to get baby low enough before we would call Dr. Jensen in for the final pushes. Baby's heart rate was still dropping/rebounding at this point, and Dr. Peregrin had decided to turn off the Pitocin which was speeding up labor. Once they did this, my contractions which were one right on top of the other... had spread to as far as 4 and a half minutes apart. Jessica, and Gabe watched contractions on the monitor in case I missed one, but we pushed at every contraction that I had... which seemed so few and far between.

About an hour into pushing, we finally had the baby down to where it needed to be to call Dr. Jensen. At this point I was exhausted. More exhausted than I have ever been. The no sleep from two nights ago had caught up with me, along with no sleep that night... I was literally sleeping in between my contractions. I couldn't even keep my head up. I was praying for a 2nd wind, or 3rd, or 4th wind... whatever 'wind' was next.

Now, almost 15 hours after labor had begun... the prep team came in our room. They had a table set up with tons of tools. It was starting to get a little intimidating again. Dr. Jensen came into check me, and said that we were ready to go. Dr. Peregrin, who had gotten off earlier that night had come back to see our baby being delivered. Everybody was excited, and was anticipating if we were going to have a boy/girl. Dr. Jensen had me pushing through a few contractions, but quickly realized I had no gas left. He said that he could try to help me by either using forceps on the baby, or a vacuum to get him/her out of there faster. I told him whatever he thought - he was the expert after all! They decided to use forceps, and Dr. Luking (yes, the doctor that helped us the day before too) took the forceps, while Dr. Jensen walked her through everything. The epidural had me almost completely numb up until this point, and feeling 'pressure' was the only thing I could do on focusing on where to push. As the baby got closer, and closer to being born, a whole new wave of pain hit me. Many times worse than any of my previous contractions. I really didn't think that I was going to get through it. The anesthesiologist's assistant was there with us, and she came to my side, and pumped a syringe of something into one of my IV's. This gave me the ability to get through the last couple of pushes.

Just one push away from meeting our son/daughter... Dr. Jensen told me that we could order a last minute sonogram if we wanted to know the sex of the baby. :) Leave it to him to be joking around down to the very last moment!! One more push, and Dr. Luking, said.... "How about a boy?!" Then we got to hear our baby boy's first cries. All the pain, and worry up until that moment had vanished. All I could do was keep my eyes locked on my son. When I looked over at Gabe, he was crying, and I started to cry. He said, "that was totally worth it, and we're not going to find out for the next baby!". He was referring to the sex, which just weeks before he told me we WERE going to find out for the next baby. So, 'I won'. :) I'm keeping him to his word!!

I can't really explain the first minutes of being a mom... but I'm sure all you 'moms' out there know what I mean. It was so surreal, and overwhelming, but I was so calm at the same time. Zachary Steven was finally here!! Jessica asked me if I wanted them to wipe him down, and bring him to me... or to go ahead and clean him up, weigh him, and then bring him. I wanted him as soon as I could, so they just wiped him off - him screaming all the while. They put him on my chest and he immediately got quiet. His eyes were open, and he just stared at Gabe and I. He was so peaceful once he was in my arms! I remember bouncing him a little bit, and Gabe told me later that I said, "he likes when I bounce him, I know he does!"

Gabe and I had our eyes fixed on Zachary while the doctors worked on me. I had a lot of tearing because of the forceps, and I had also 'torn' to a third. With all that going on, I was completely 100% distracted with my son. They could have been cutting my leg off, and I don't think I would have noticed!! After they had me stitched up, and cleaned up... we met our new nurse. I was right... we had Zachary Steven at 6:31 AM, just a few minutes shy of Jessica's leaving time!

Our new nurse, Melissa, got him all washed up, weighed, and measured. Zachary weighed in at 8 lbs, 10 oz, and was 19-1/2 inches long. 

Dr. Jensen also made the comment when Zachary was first born that his cone head would go away by the time he started Middle School. Jokester. :) Thankfully, he has already lost most of it!!

Right after Zach was born, he scratched his left eye, so for the next few days his poor eye was swollen. He also had bruises on the top of his head from the forceps. My poor baby! Gabe joked that he got in a fight with a baby in the nursery. You should have seen the other baby.... :)

Close to 17 hours after we had started, Gabe and I had our nurse send for our family to come meet their grandson/nephew. After a few hugs/snuggles/congratulations, everybody was eager to get some rest.

Because of my high blood pressure, I was not able to leave my bed for a full 24 hours after Zach was born, and they continued to give me the Magnesium to lower my blood pressure. This meant when Zach cried during the day, Gabe was the go-to guy to get him fixed up. He changed Zach's first diaper - which was the black, tarry meconium. No one told him that it would look like this... and that was Gabe's first 'freak out' as a parent. He also did not hear the nurse say she was putting antibiotic cream on his eyes, so poor Gabe thought our baby's eyes were all gooey too!! Poor guy!! He had to be running on adrenaline, because he was up with Zach quite a few times... and I was snoozing away. I literally couldn't keep my eyes open if I wanted to.

At one point that morning our pedetrician stopped by to meet Zachary. His name is Dr. Chopra, and he was actually my pediatrician. (Did I also tell you all that Dr. Jensen delivered me? I'm sure I have! I don't have to Dr. 'shop' much!). Dr. Chopra said that Zach was perfect, and said that he would get him circumsized the same day. Gabe took him up to get circumsized later that morning, and Dr. Chopra said, "He didn't even cry. He was a very brave little man!" That made Gabe proud. :)

Because of lack of sleep, and probably because of no lack of drugs pumping through my veins... Zach's first day is a little cloudy in my mind. Especially because I slept most of his actual 'birthday'. However, I can tell you that it was hands down the best day of my life. Being a mom is such an amazing feeling, and the love I feel for my son is unimaginable. Everything about him is absolutely perfect, and I couldn't be prouder of him. I'm so looking forward to the next few days, weeks, and years that God blesses us to be Zachary's parents.

11-1-11

Gabe and I woke up the morning after Halloween with a glorious 8 hours of sleep. Who knew that it would be the last time we would sleep before we were parents, or that we would sleep together in the bed together for any stretch of time!

After washing my face, and brushing my teeth... we grabbed up my 24 hour 'sample', and jumped into the car. We headed back to Wesley Medical Center... soon to be our home away from home. We dropped off my sample at the lab, and after giving them another 4 vials of blood, we were on our way. Gabe & I were starving, and decided a huge breakfast at Denny's was just what the Dr. ordered, while we waited on what the Dr. was going to order!

McBaby enjoyed a Belgium waffle topped with strawberries and whipped creme, an English muffin, orange juice, and coffee for it's last meal in mommy's tummy. After we were stuffed to our gills... and still waiting on a call with my lab results... we decided to go to Daddy's favorite store, Menards. Since we were so unprepared the day before at the hospital, we decided to get a few things for a 'Daddy Bag'. We walked Menards, got Gabe some beef jerky, and some old style red licorice for myself. At around noon, we decided to head home so that I could shower and get ready for my weekly Dr's appointment, that we had scheduled from the week prior.

After a very long shower (which I now cherish).... I missed a call from Dr. Jensen's office on my cell phone. I was in our spare bedroom, and couldn't get to it fast enough. I immediately called them back, and they said they would have Dr. Jensen's nurse call me back because she was on the phone with another patient. Why were they calling? My appointment was only 30 minutes away? We were actually getting ready to head to their office now? Where my results bad? Where they ok, and just confirming my appointment?? A hundred questions went through my head in the whole two minutes it took for Dr. Jensen's nurse, Stephanie, to call me back. Stephanie said that my test results were back, and my protein levels had been over 400. They only needed the level to be over 300 in order to diagnose me with mild preeclampsia. She said not to come to my Dr.'s appointment, but instead to head to the hospital to get induced. She was really excited for us, and congratulated me! Ready or not, this baby was going to come soon!!

Gabe was in the room when I got off the phone with Stephanie... I remember telling him we were having the baby today, hugging him, and probably squeezing out a few more pregnancy tears!! Gabe was so excited, and kicked into Daddy mode. He got our hospital bag, his "Daddy Bag", the car seat... everything we would need before/during/after our stay at the hospital. As many of you know... I was worried that Gabe might be super stressed out, which would stress me out more... but he was wonderful. Taking care of business, and actually 100% calming for me. We took a few photos right before we got into the car and headed to the hospital...

I even took a photo of Gabe's dashboard showing the time/temp of when we went to the hospital. :)

We had made just a few phone calls before we left the house to our parents letting them know the news. When we arrived at the hospital, we saw my mom pull into the parking garage while we were walking in the door. The family was starting to arrive... I couldn't believe that everything was going to start soon, so surreal!! We went upstairs, and started getting checked in with the front desk... we were practically pros since we had just gone through all of this the following morning. We sat down in the waiting room at around 2:30, and around 3:00 they brought us back to the room that we would labor, deliver, and have a full day of recovery in.

In a short 30 minutes, I had changed into my fashionable hospital gown, got hooked up to the monitors that would track my contractions, and baby's heart rate... and they had started working on my IV's, which in my case are always fun. My first nurse, Sierra was amazing. She had just graduated the previous May from WSU. She could not have been sweeter, and answered all of my questions, which were not few. I told her that my veins are not fun to start IV's in, which I remember from when I had my wisdom teeth removed. She said she wasn't even going to try, and had another nurse on the floor run the IV instead. Once the IV was in, they started the Magnesium. This was supposed to lower my blood pressure. They had me on a high dose right away... which left me feeling like I drank an entire bottle of wine. I felt super hot, and completely out of it. Lights were on, but no one was at home. In the meantime, they had a couple other nurses come in to try to start an IV in my other arm... just in case they needed to give me more medicine, or if they had to rush me in for a C-section, they had another IV already started. After about 4 stabs in my right arm, the new nurse, and the new new nurse gave up. So, now my right arm was throbbing, bleeding, and I felt like I was stuck in a blender of hot coffee. Bleh. Everyone cleared out of the room at that point, which let me regroup, and also come to the realization that this was real... it was happening, whether I liked it or not! The 'unknown' of delivering my baby was going to be soon a memory.

About an hour later, Dr. Jensen's orders to start the induction had finally been received by the hospital, and they started the Pitocin. When we arrived at the hospital, I was dilated to 1.5, and was 50% effaced. The same I had been from the previous week. Since we had arrived, I had dilated to a 2 on my own. They started the Pitocin, which would speed the labor up, and also put a balloon (sorry - forgot the technical name) in my cervix to force my body to dialate quicker. They also inserted a cathator, because Dr. Jensen didn't want me up and moving around with all the medicine they were giving me. The magnesium, even after the dosage had been lowered, still head my head loopy.

After they placed my cathator, I felt a severe, sharp, stabbing pain. I kept telling the nurse I thought she had done it wrong (this was not Sierra, but her lunch-replacement who placed the cathator). The nurse had told me that it would hurt less than the balloon being placed. No way, it was horrible!! Well... she was right, the cathator didn't hurt... the balloon that they had previously placed was working... I was having my first 'real' contraction. Woah. Now I knew what to expect, and to fear what was to come!!

I'm the type of person if I'm in pain, or I'm sick... I don't want anyone around. I was no different in this case... besides the fact I did want Gabe around. I wouldn't let him leave my side for much more than a few minutes at a time. We had been in labor for a few hours now, and I asked Gabe to send in the family who had come to the hospital... but just two at a time, and just for a few minutes each. I wanted to see my family so bad, but I was not about to have a whole load of people in the room while I was having a contraction, or when they came in to do another countless 'check'. I have no idea how some women have the whole gosh darn family in there the whole time. I think my head would have exploded! My nurse Sierra said that one lady had 25 family members PLUS all the doctors in the room when her baby was born. No. Thank. You.

My parents came in first, and it was so great to see them. There is nothing like the love and support from your mom and dad. And, I really do think you have a new sense of love for your mom, when you go through labor yourself. You have no idea what they went through for you, until you go through it yourself. I got to update them on everything that was happening, and got through two (small) contractions while they visited. Then Gabe's folks came in. Gabe's mom brought me a small KSU bear to the hospital. She was so sweet to think of me, but Gabe said if I was going to hold it through a contraction, it should have been a Jayhawk instead. :) I was so excited that Gabe's parents had made it down to be here with us! The contractions started getting worse with their visit, and I told Gabe that if I was going to see Jason/Alex before things got bad, I needed to see them now. So, Gabe the messenger went out the door to get the next contestants. Jason and Alex didn't get but 5 feet inside the door when I was having the worst contraction yet. At the same time, Dr. Peregrin (yep - the same one who spent the prior day with us) had came back in to check the balloon that was placed in my cervix. Jason/Alex got ushered out, and would have to wait until I could collect myself. I told Dr. Peregrin before she checked that I thought that the balloon was 'out', and sure enough it was! I was now dilated to a 4.5!!

The Dr. was happy with my progress, and Sierra, my nurse told me to try to rest when I could. I told her if I was going to do any 'resting', I wanted my epidural as soon as I could. Although the balloon was out, the Pitocin was still dripping away, and the contractions were getting stronger, and much closer together. Sierra talked to Dr. Peregrin, and called Dr. Jensen to get approval for my epidural. In the meantime, I got to see Jason/Alex... finally!! I told them when I needed 'progress' to happen, I would call for them.... they were good luck, because we were moving right along!!

I'm glad that 'hospital time' did not come into play when you're in actual labor. Sierra was back, and told us that the anesthesiologist would be in soon, and she was right! They had me lean over the side of the bed, Gabe sat in a chair in front of me, and I grabbed both his hand, and Sierra's hand to get through having the epidural placed. Compared to a contraction, it was nothing. The 'pressure' was the hardest thing for me to get through, but I felt no pain until the Dr. was removing the needle from my back. But, it was a short, sharp pain, and it was over... and relief was coming soon!!

After my epidural was placed, I almost immediately felt some relief. The anesthesiologist's assistant also stayed and showed me a 'magic button' I could press when the pain was too strong for even the epidural. Then it would pump extra medicine in to help with the pain. I wouldn't need that for a few hours, but it was nice to know it was there!!

After I had my drugs, I asked Gabe to send in the rotation of family again. My attitude had completely changed with the lack of pain!! I'm sure I was much more pleasant to be around too!!

My progress was moving right along after the epidural was placed, because I was no longer working against the contractions. My body was relaxed, and we just had to wait it out now. I was keeping my fingers crossed that the baby would be born on 11-1-11, because the date was so neat. However, the time was creeping up on 11:00, and I knew I was going to loose my nurse Sierra soon! So, 11-1-11 came to a close, and 11-2-11 arrived.

Happy Halloween

If you have followed our McBaby updates up to this point... you will remember the last few appointments my blood pressure had started to rise. They still only found a trace to nothing on my protein levels, so they weren't too concerned.... but they were definitely keeping a close eye on everything.

The night of October 30th, Gabe & I were just relaxing on the couch when I started feeling funny. My heart started racing out of the blue... like I had downed 3 Red Bulls (which I have missed so much while being pregnant). Also, I felt super cold, and even had goose bumps (first time I've felt 'cold' since being prego). My stomach was doing flips, and I also had a stabbing pain in my left shoulder. It all happened, all at once, and I was scared. We tested my resting heart beat, which was about 100. I decided to call my Dr, and leave a message for a nurse to call me. It was all just too weird. About half an hour later, I hadn't heard back from the nurse, but I had started feeling better. My heart rate had dropped to around 90 bpm, and I had warmed back up again, and the nausea had died down. I was still fighting the pain in my shoulder, but since everything else had gotten better... we decided to head to bed.

I was able to get a few hours of sleep, but around 3 AM on October 31st, the pain in my arm was unbearable. I was almost in tears, and could not find any position I was able to sleep in. Gabe woke up, and I talked with him over and over again about what we should do. I decided to try to call Dr. Jensen's nurse again. Finally, she called back. At this point, I was worried I might be suffering from preeclampsia. Since my blood pressures had been high the last few weeks, and everyone knows how bad my swelling has been... I thought all these added 'symptoms' were a bad sign. The nurse didn't offer too much advice, but did say if I was worried, I should go to the hospital. That way they could check me, and baby to make sure we were both safe. At about 5:30 AM... I gave up, and decided it was best we went to the hospital. I could deal with the pain, and being uncomfortable... Being 'uncomfortable' was nothing new to me at that time, BUT - thinking the baby might be in trouble was enough to swallow my pride, and get everything checked out.

We got checked into Wesley around 6:30 AM. Gabe & I had no idea what a long day it would be. We had both just had a few hours of sleep... and we had hours and hours and hours of waiting ahead of us. Our nurse was very sweet, probably because she was a DHS alumni... and all of us 'Derby Girls' are so nice (ha ha - Gabe!). Her name was Megan, and she really did take good care of us. She kept the cups of ice chips coming to me while I was hooked up to all the monitors watching my stats, along with baby's.

One thing we did find out right away... my blood pressure WAS very high. The highest it's been my whole pregnancy, heck- the highest it's been my whole life! The nurse had me give her a urine sample, and found just a trace of protein in my urine again - no high levels. (BTW: I keep talking about protein levels because if this number was high along with my high blood pressure, they would diagnose me with preeclampsia. Which would mean they would induce, because it's dangerous for baby and I.) While I was in the hospital though, they decided to start a 24 hour collection of my urine (oh - so much fun). This would give them a larger sample to test my protein levels, instead of just a small cup.

After about an hour in the hospital, we saw the our first doctor, Dr. Luking. She was so sweet, and very calming. We told her all the symptoms we were having, and our concerns. She took all the info, and told us that the 'head doctor', Dr. Peregrin would be in to see us in a short while. Short while = 1 Hour. (We figured out hospital 'time' lingos pretty quickly, or I guess you could say... pretty slowly!) Dr. Peregrin came to see us, and told us that my blood pressure was high, but not high enough for it to be threat to baby and I. And, at the moment... they could not find high levels of protein, so they could not diagnose me with preeclampsia. Yes, I had severe swelling which was spreading, but the only factors they could use to diagnose pc was high blood pressure and protein levels.

Dr. Peregrin was getting ready to tell us that we could go home when she saw me grimace, and lift my left arm up with my right hand to move it. Up until this point they had dismissed the pain I was having in my left shoulder - saying it had nothing to do with preeclampsia, and thought I had just done something to it. Dr. P came over and started moving my left arm around, which brought me to tears. Granted... I was 4, but the pain in my arm reminded me of the pain I felt when my arm was broken when I was little. The pain, and the 'deadness' in the arm I felt all too familiar. Dr. Peregrin then got on the phone with Dr. Jensen... and when she came back into the room her mood had changed. Before, she was very dismissive to my symptoms, and concerns... but now she told us that Dr. Jensen was going to order a High Risk Specialist to come see me, and he also ordered another Sonogram to check on baby.

Talk about a swing... we went from thinking we were going home, to specialists coming to see us?? That was about enough to bring this emotional pregnant woman to tears all over again. Thank God that Gabe was there with me. He was definitely my rock throughout the whole experience. He was there to reassure me, and to pray for us, and for baby.

The sono tech came to see us about an hour after Dr. Peregrin had given us the new game plan. They tested the amount of amniotic fluid around McBaby. The levels were low, but not 'low enough' to be worried... especially since it was towards the end of the pregnancy.

Then the waiting game began while we waited on the High Risk Specialist. We had seen his under study, Dr. Chenoweth right after the Sonogram, but she didn't have much to add. Just that the specialist would be here in 30 Minutes. '30 Minutes' = 5 Hours in Hospital Time.

So we waited, and waited. We didn't want to fall asleep because they kept telling us that the new Dr. would be there any minute. Gabe & I both sat there, completely zombie-like. Which was fitting... it was Halloween after all.

Hours later, the specialist finally arrived. He checked all my stats, and checked my arm. He said that he was going to advise Dr. Jensen to keep me in the hospital over night, continue my 24 hour urine collection, and if my protein levels were high from this new sample... he would induce me the following day. We thanked the doctor, and he was on his way again. Now we were trying to wrap our minds around possibly having this baby sooner than we thought. Which, we had considered... since almost two weeks earlier a sono had said our baby was already almost 8 lbs!! But- the reality of it was way different - at least for me.

With the news that we'd probably be staying overnight, I called my parents, and they were kind enough to go to our house, and pick up our hospital bag along with a list of 100 other things that we wanted. So, they grabbed our things, turned on lights in the house, fed the cats, and soon after arrived at the hospital. However, at their arrival, the specialist's under study... Dr. Chenoweth returned. She had said that she talked to Dr. Jensen, and he was sending us home. We were to continue the 24 hour collection, and bring it back in the following morning. We were so relieved. With almost no sleep from the night before... nothing sounded so sweet as our own bed. So, with all of our 'hospital stuff' in tow, we were discharged, and headed towards the parking garage.

We got home around 7:30 PM. Just in time to see that we missed our first 2 trick-or-treaters in our new house. I came inside, and immediately grabbed a bowl of cereal, and put my feet up. Gabe turned on all the lights, and eagerly awaited more kids in costumes. We had about 15 kids all together, turned off the porch light at about 9:00 PM, and were passed out in bed shortly after. It was definitely a memorable 'last Halloween' before kids. :)

Gabe's 26th Birthday

Gabe turned the big 2-6 this year. We have officially known each other 6 years now, and we just celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary. I have no idea where the time has gone, but I have a feeling time is going to do anything but slow from here on out!!

We didn't get maternity pics while I was prego... however, we did have a little impromptu photo session at Gabe's birthday dinner at my folk's house. I wanted to be able to take a few pics on Gabe's birthday so that we could tell our son/daughter that they were taken just so many weeks, or days before they were born. It ended up being exactly two weeks, and two days from Daddy's birthday!!

Can you believe we went another 2 weeks after this photo? Holy Moly!!

I can not believe how big I was... well, makes sense after McBaby was born, but still!!

My parents and I

My parents, Gabe, and I

Alex, Jason, and I. Their faces are classic!! I made Jason touch my tummy!!! :)

And... just me. All of me!! Sometimes I still miss feeling the kicks, and squrims... but I do not miss the huge tummy, the swelling, and the overall hugeness!! :) It was all worth it though!!!

K.....S.....U!!!

Yes, Yes... as many of you may already know, our sweet little miracle has arrived. So why am I writing about KSU? Well, I was going through my camera, and I'm going to blog chronologically with our camera pics. Don't worry... this mama has 4 hours of sleep in her, AND a cup of coffee... so I'm hoping to get everything blogged to present day. :) So, grab a cup o' Joe, or Coke, or whatever your vice... you might need it to get through all of these updates!!!!

Kansas State has had quite the season so far this year. I've given most of the credit to our newest addition, and of course... Great Grandpa Bill. We went 7-1 while our little bundle of joy was still hanging out in my stomach. Since then we've been 1-1. You can't win 'em all, right... no one's perfect, well... except for the newest McKeever. :) So... enjoy a few photos from the KSU games that we were able to make before baby... and hopefully we'll have some more to post after the December 3rd game - when the McKeevers make it back to Bill Snyder family stadium!!

Dylan, Vickie, and Gabe proudly standing by the score board after the KSU vs. Baylor game.

Gabe and I giving a thumbs up to baby... our good luck charm!!

Daddy, and our great friends Katy, Colson, and Josh before the Missouri Game.

Colson is going to have to show McBaby the ropes on tailgating. He's got a season head start on him!!