Arrival of the Third Hart

James Liam Hart ...
9 lbs 2 oz - 20 inches long
Born January 11th at 10:40 am




BIG BOY !!




The nurses got together and decided Liam need a mohawk after his bath!


Unfortunately I had some problems during the C-Section that prevented me from holding my son but the next day I got to meet my little linebacker.





One proud Papa!



Squishy Faces


Will meets his brother for the first time.


He has been very affectionate to his little brother.


Lots of kisses and hugs.


Daddy and his T-Shirts !!!


I had to add this picture because this is when Will leans over his brother who is crying and says "No No, don't cry" as clear as anything he has ever said. If Jim wasn't there to witness it, no one would of ever believed me.


My beautiful mom .... holding her seventh grandchild





Grandma became Will's best friend!


Jim's mom enjoying her two grandsons.


Jim's dad Bill enjoying his grandson


DISCHARGE PAPERS !!!!


One happy mom, on our way home.


Finally 5 days later we were on our way home

More to come soon!

The Night Before Liams' Arrival

I have run out of things to say ... I can't wait to meet this little guy and I feel so honored to be a mom twice. A very wise man told me once that Will was not really mine. He belong to God and God has only entrusted me to raise him. It is definitely a privilege and an honor.

I am so full of emotions. We just put our son to bed for the last time being my only son. I won't see him again until Liam is here. We have to be at the hospital early early tomorrow.

One minute I am stressed, one minute I am sad, one minute I'm happy to see the end ...the next minute I am sad it's the end... Women and their feelings ... I'll be glad not be so HORMONAL anymore ...Notice the word "Mon.. or Moan" is in there somewhere. I just can't wait to get back to being Jan again.

9:45 am tomorrow and little James Liam Hart will be here, hopefully not too big and hopefully healthy and happy.

Thank you to everyone for your support, love, compassion, patience and friendship ... I love you all.

3 Days To Go

It is weird to already know my sons birthday - 1/11/08. I got to see him again today, he is still breach and will probably stay that way. At this point baby boy is way to big to be able to turn. I noticed that his movements are a lot less but this is normal at this stage. NO MORE ROOM. He monitored well and my blood pressures are lower today than they have been. Fluid levels are higher too. Looks like we are going to keep the Friday scheduled date. Still can't see his face, he likes to face my backbone.

I think Will is starting to figure out why his mom's belly is so big. The past couple of days he has been coming up to me patty my belly and putting the side of his head on me like he is listening for something. It is very cute when he kisses his brother (the tummy). I tell him every day but was wondering if he really understands it. I think he might understand more than I give him credit for.

Nesting in progress ... the couches have been pulled out and vacuumed, clothes cleaned, floors scrubed, refrigerator cleaned, cabinets organized, crib set up, car seats and swings cleaned ... and I haven't done any of it. I joke with Jim and say he is Nesting for me and he says "no he is just preventing hormonal rage".

6 More Days or 6 More Weeks

Six more long torturous days ... at this point I am more counting down the days for relief instead of wanting to see Liam and kiss his little cheeks. Is that wrong?

I'm trying not to complain but dude..... I am miserably soar, out of control swollen and all around cranky. In general I am a gifted sleeper however these days I toss and turn more than (there a good line here waiting to happen but I just can't finish it - any suggestions?)

The lack of sleep is due to the lack of circulation in my arms and hands. A condition they say is "normal" during pregnancy. I think I have permanent nerve damage in my finger tips.

Poor Jim, he refuses to sleep in the other room saying "if your miserable baby I'm miserable, we're making this baby together" as he smiles and kisses my head. He is a very funny man and he knows it.

6 more days,6 more days, 6 more days. Oh and then I am reminded how I swoll the f up even more after the baby was born last time, again something that "just happens". And the healing of Liam's 'escape route' ... Great ... 6 more WEEKS .. 6 more WEEKS ... 6 more WEEKS and counting.

4:46 am, guess my pessimistic numb self will try to jump back into the salad bowl and try try try again to sleep - hoping it will make the time go faster. Can I be any more pathetic. HAVE A GOOD DAY !!!

While browsing the blog pages I ran across this picture.. Does anyone else see how sick and wrong this picture is or is it just me?

8 Days and Counting

Technically this day is almost over so is it 8 days or 7 more to go? Either way, this time next week I will be packing a bag and spending my last night with my son, Jim and mom who will be coming into town for the big event. Maybe we can get her to come early and make us her famous burritos !!! HINT HINT MOM ... This will be my last meal for a while I am sure. From that point on it's coffee and cabbage until I can drop some of this weight - at least that is the plan along with a plan to stop the insulin which I believe is the main cause of such rapid weight gain.

Today Liam was monitored and all seems well. Fluid levels around him are good today and his movements and heartbeats did what they were suppose to. It has been a chore to go to the hospital twice a week, every week, to be monitored. On the other hand it give me the peace of mind hearing his heart beat and seeing him so often. I think about the ladies that only get one or two during their entire pregnancy and never get the reassurance that I do.

Congratulations to my girlfriend Lena who is 15 weeks along. I am so happy that she has the opportunity to experience such a blessing. She said today that she is feeling rumbling in her tummy or something like that. What an exciting journey she has in front of her. She's going to be a fantastic mom.

The luckiest of new moms however would go to my friend Danielle who gets to travel Vietnam here shortly instead of swelling, bloating, aching, stretching and all around turning her body into something that she can not quite identify. Her journey to mother hood has been a lot longer than 9 months. I can't wait to hold baby Norah - what a lucky little girl ....

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Happy New Year !!!

I am new the the entire "blog" world and seeing as though I love to journal, I thought why not give it a shot.

Christmas or 'Crisismas' as Jim calls it was full of drama. I woke up with labor pains putting all our guests on alert. Jim's sister, Denise, came over early and made breakfast which introduced me to poached eggs. I love them and evidently so does my son who gets excited when he sees them coming his way. What a difference from the scrambled eggs with cheese that he just throws on the floor. Jim's mom arrived shortly after and we all enjoyed seeing Will sit on his gifts and rip them open. This in it's self made for THE BEST CHRISTMAS EVER ...

Jim's mom ended up in the hospital with a dislocated hip after she made a run to Walgreens. Her Christmas dinner ended up to be cheese and crackers. Actually no one really got a good meal that day. We blame Jim for wearing the WTFWJD t-shirt on Christmas.

By the evening my pains stopped however grandma's hospital stay lasted a little longer. The rest of the holiday was fantastic. Jim's brother, Kevin and Dustin, came into town for the weekend. Will has discovered Aunties and Uncles are a lot of fun!! They have re-named him Mike because we are going to call James Liam by his middle name and not first name. So William Michael Scott is now "Little Mike" "Mikey" or just plain "Mike".

9 more days until Liam is here. I am getting excited and a little scared. I had to have a CT scan yesterday on my chest to make sure there were no blood clots. My shoulder started hurting Sunday day and movement was restricted so they said it was "standard procedure". This worries me a little when they inject radio active die in me and drape my belly with lead blankets. Just another worry to stack on top of others. I sure hope Liam is OK in there.

My days until then consist of relaxing, enjoying my son and watching poor Jim slave. He cooks, cleans, does the dishes, laundry, gives the Pumpkin Seed baths, vacuums, dusts, takes down the Christmas junk and that is just today. Makes me sing .... "What a man .... What a man... What a man, What a mighty mighty good man... yes he is... "