Friday, July 24, 2015

The Best Nursing Cover Around-Covered Goods Review + Giveaway


When I was pregnant, I knew I wanted to nurse my baby boy. Besides all the health benefits of nursing, I also wanted to have that special bond with him and admittedly, I wanted to save the outrageous cost of formula. Our first few days of Porter's life, breastfeeding didn't come easy.  I felt like I was fighting with him more than I was bonding with him at every feeding, and it was such a production. I needed my nursing pillow and to be sitting straight up with my back supported and Porter needed a nipple shield to latch and it was just exhausting and hard.

I remember feeling so anxious about going out in public with him because I was so afraid of trying to nurse somewhere where I couldn't just strip off my top and cart around my nursing pillow. More than anything, I was nervous about trying to nurse him in public because I am not someone who is comfortable without full coverage of my lady parts, especially somewhere like church or around people I don't know well.

Thankfully, I had THE most amazing nursing cover and just one week after Porter was born, I decided to try it out at home when my girlfriend was over and see if I could get the hang out of nursing under a cover.  I was pleasantly surprised-my Covered Goods cover not only is lightweight, stretchy and an adorable pattern, it also covers my front AND my back, which was  a huge concern for me. No postpartum belly or back fat flashing the general public while I try and nurse is a win in my book!

By Porter's second week in the world, we went to church AND to a picnic in the park after. I didn't have to stress because I had my Covered Goods cover and was able to modestly feed Porter without exposing any part of my back , stomach or chest AND we both stayed relatively cool, despite the 90+ degree heat! Covered Goods makes special summer, lightweight covers but mine is a traditional and I still didn't overheat under it.

Breastfeeding can be really challenging for new moms, and having a cover that made me feel comfortable nursing my baby in public has been a lifesaver. I tend to go a little stir crazy so its great to be able to leave the house whenever I want and not have to plan it around Porter's next feed because I have confidence knowing my Covered Goods nursing cover is in my bag. I've already talked almost all my new mom friends into switching from the traditional covers that only provide front coverage to this amazing cover! I never feel awkward or uncomfortable while nursing in public and it provides a stress free, private way for me to nurse Porter anytime, anywhere.

Covered Goods is generously offering a $34.99 shop credit-that is the cost of one Covered Goods cover so you will just pay $5.00 in shipping- to one lucky reader and all you have to do to enter is be a Facebook fan of Grace in Grey & Covered Goods. If you're a new mom or mom to be, trust me when I say you need one of these covers. If you don't have a need for a nursing cover but know someone expecting, this is one of the most practical baby shower gifts I can think of! To enter, make sure you like Grace in Grey  and Covered Goods on Facebook and then use the Rafflecopter below to enter. 






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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Porter's Birth Story

Porter came into the world on his own timeline and on his own terms. He was four days late, but I always had a strong feeling he wouldn't be on time. He gets that tendency from his Dad ;) I was due on Saturday, June 20th and went to see my doctor on Monday, June 22nd.  They had me scheduled for a non-stress test that day, and on Saturday I  had gotten an ultrasound to check his fluid levels. My doctor started discussing induction plans with us, and I was so disappointed because I really wanted baby P to come on his own. She said depending on his fluid levels, she would wait til Saturday the 27th to induce at the very latest, but she would be on vacation so it would have to be an on call doctor to deliver. If his fluid levels were too low at his next check on Wednesday, she was going to induce me Thursday. I prayed and prayed for Porter to make his appearance before then-I wanted my doctor to be the one to deliver but I also didn't want to induce early based on her vacation plans. 

On Tuesday morning around 4 AM I woke up with strong period like cramps. I started timing them, and they were about ten minutes apart. They weren't super painful, but painful enough they kept me awake, so I decided to take a bath and see if they stopped or progressed. By seven that morning they were still the same intensity and frequency, and I was really tired, so I texted my boss and told her I wouldn't be logging on to work from home that day and laid back down and tried to sleep. When I woke up around ten, the contractions had basically stopped. 

Later that afternoon, I lost my mucus plug & knew that SOMETHING was happening! I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I told Ronnie I thought Baby P was thinking about making his way into the world. I laid around and watched Pretty Little Liars all day, and then after Ronnie got home and we had dinner, we decided to go walk around the mall because I wanted to get things moving but it was over 100 degrees outside. I made it through one store before I was just over it and wanted to go home. I felt uncomfortable and huge and hot and bad for myself, surrounded by all those cute clothes when the only thing that fit me were yoga pants and my husbands oversized tee-shirts.

That evening, the cramps started up again really inconsistently and not too painful. We got the best sno-cones on our way home (Tigers Blood with coconut ice-cream in the middle!) and I went to sleep, hoping to wake up in labor. My wishes came true, because at 4:00 AM,  a contraction woke me up and I was 100% sure it was the real deal. The pain was much more intense then what I had been feeling the previous day, and I started timing them, and they were 5-7 mins apart. I told myself I'd wait til 5:30 AM when Ronnie woke up for work to get in the bathtub so I didn't wake him, but by 4:30, I was in so much pain I couldn't wait. I woke him up and told him I was having consistent and painful contractions and that he should probably get his bag packed and have a good breakfast. I lasted about fifteen or twenty minutes in the bathtub, and by 5:00 AM I was throwing up with every contraction. I expected to labor at home for a lot longer, but I was not tolerating the contractions well at all so by 6:30 we were on our way to the hospital!

When they checked me in around 7 AM, I was 3 cm dilated and 70% effaced. The nurse mentioned that they might have me walk around for an hour to see how I progressed but I looked at her with a sheer look of terror and told her I could absolutely not walk around! They called my doctor who told them just to admit me since I was overdue and she was planing on inducing me in the next couple of days anyway. They checked me an hour later and I was at a 4, and still 70% effaced-praise the lord I was progressing! I was still throwing up with every single contraction though so I didn't celebrate too much at this point.

At this point, the nurse asked me what my plan for pain management was and all I could say was "I want drugs." She asked if I meant epidural or IV and I remember thinking to myself that I want the GOOD stuff. Sign me up for the epidural, please and thank you. Then she left the room to call my doctor to update her on my progress and give the anesthesiologist a heads up. The nurse came back shortly after and told me my doctor wanted me to get 100% effaced before I got the epidural and I wanted to throat punch her, and my doctor.

After another grueling couple of hours, at 10:00 AM finally I was 100% effaced and in walked in my favorite person in the world-the anesthesiologist. I was so anxious for the epidural my entire pregnancy, I was terrified of the needle in my spine, terrified of something going wrong, terrified of it not working. I thought for sure it was going to be a horrific pain getting that shot in my back but it literally hurt less then the shot I gave myself once a week for my RA. Within minutes, I was feeling like a million bucks and told Ronnie I wanted to name our baby after him. The nurse said about 10 minutes after I got the epidural "Well your demeanor changed!" After getting the epidural I stopped throwing up, started smiling and laughing again, and honestly the rest of my labor was a breeezzeeee. 

My doctor showed up around 11:00 AM to check my progress and I was at a 5 at this point, so she broke my water and it looked like on the monitors that my contractions were slowing down and not very strong, so she ordered some Pitocin at 12:30. They started it at the very lowest dose and within 20 mins baby's heart rate started dropping, so they turned it off by about 1:00 PM. At 1:30 because the contraction monitor still didn't seem to be picking up contractions, they were getting me prepped for an internal monitor but when the nurse checked me before placing it, I was 9 cm dilated! 

Everyone was so surprised because they had thought my contractions had stopped or slowed so significantly, but it turns out the monitor for some reason just wasn't picking them up. At 2:30, I was fully dilated and they said they'd call my doctor to have her come back over from her office and have me labor down before I started pushing. I asked them if they could lower my epidural dosage because I was SO numb, I couldn't even feel Ronnie when he would poke or lightly hit my leg. I was worried I wouldn't be able to push being that numb, so they lowered it which helped, but I still had zero control over my legs until after he was born.

The nurse had me do a practice push at 3:00 to try and gauge how long I'd be pushing for. She told us most first time moms pushed for about two hours, so I did one practice push and she told me to stop pushing because they could see his head! I asked if he had hair and they said yes! This was the most uncomfortable part of labor, because his head was so close to crowning but I had to wait almost 30 minutes for my doctor before I could push! When my doctor finally arrived and got set up it was 3:30 and I started pushing. After a couple pushes, we waited for another contraction and all watched the monitor for at least five minutes and it looked like I didn't have one, but then my body just kind of took over and started moving the baby out itself. I was having contractions but that dang monitor for some reason wouldn't show them! At this point, Porter's heart rate started dropping again and the doctor said she might have to use the vacuum. She asked the nurses to get it prepped and right when they were bringing it in, I pushed once more and he was born at 3:56 PM!

The rest of the evening was kind of a blur between family and friends coming to visit and all the nurses in and out cleaning and weighing and measuring Porter, helping me to the bathroom, helping me try and nurse Porter (which is another story for another day), etc. We were so blessed to have so many amazing friends and family stop by, bring us meals and treats, and love on us while we were in the hospital. We also had the BEST care from some incredible nurses. I was pretty emotional those two days we spent at the hospital because of some very minor health issues with Porter and because he was struggling to nurse, but the nurses were so amazing, caring and supportive I was kind of sad to be leaving them when it was time to go home!

Porter will be one month old on Friday, and I have more blog posts about his first month of life planned, but this post is plenty long enough as it is. Kudos to you if you red the entire thing! 




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Thursday, July 16, 2015

Porter's Coming Home Outfit


While I am still slacking working away on Porter's birth story, I thought I'd share his Coming Home outfit because it is so stinking cute and I am already crying over the fact he's just about to big for it already, three weeks in!

I searched and searched for the perfect outfit while I was pregnant. I looked in every single store that sells baby clothes here locally, and looked online for something that was cute and comfy but not pjs and not something he was going to sweat in considering he was due at the end of June and it ended up being 105 degrees the day we went home from the hospital.




When I stumbled on this adorable Hello I'm New Here onesie, I instantly knew it was what I wanted baby P to come home in. It is just the most precious little onesie for a brand new baby. After looking more at the shop, I Spot You, I realized Jodi, the owner was from Idaho also so I knew it was meant to be-this was THE outfit for my little guy to wear home from the hospital!  I love the onesie because its super soft and it was just big enough that if he would've been a bigger baby, he still would've fit in it. Since he was only seven pounds though he has some room to grow in it, so he can get some good use from it, thankfully!






Once I found the onesie, I went searching for a pair of leggings to match and what baby outfit is complete without a pair of baby moccs, am I right? I found the leggings/hat set from Fawn Kids clothing and his little thighs are already getting too chunky for them! I die over him in this entire outfit. I wish he could stay little and squishy forever (but sleep  longer then newborns sleep).

If you're looking for an adorable outfit for your new baby or a great baby gift, be sure to check out I Spot You on Etsy. There are so many adorable onesies and tee-shirts for little ones. This particular onesie comes in various colors, so whether you're wanting pink for a little girl or a grey for a gender neutral gift, you can find them here! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cry now that his little feet are already just about too big for those precious baby moccs.

Onesie: I Spot You on Etsy
Leggings/Hat: Fawn Kids Clothing
Moccassins: Jaxhoo
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Monday, July 6, 2015

Porter Raymond Rasmussen


Porter Raymond Rasmussen

June 24, 2015  3:56 PM
7 pounds, 9 ounces
20 inches long

My little love joined our family almost two weeks ago , and has brought so much joy and love to our home. I am so in love with my son, with being a mom, and watching my husband be a dad. We are all doing well, and have been so loved on and cared for by our family, friends and church community. I meant to get this up some time last week but it turns out babies require a lot of your time and attention.  I am in awe of this perfect, perfect gift. 



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Monday, June 8, 2015

The End Is Near

Saturday marked 38 weeks for me and this (not so little) bean. That means that in two(ish) weeks, we will have a real live baby to take care of and I am so excited to finally meet him. Now days, I have not shortage of concerned and caring people in my life, asking how I am feeling and I go back and forth between being overly jovial and replying "Great! Everything is wonderful" and just grunting in reply. Mostly, though this is how I want to reply to everyone:


We are ready for this baby. His nursery is done, his clothes are washed, we have bottles and binkies and swaddle blankets and baby moccs (SO MANY moccs) coming out of our ears. Now all we have left to do is wait patiently. Except, waiting patiently has never ever been one of my top skills in life, so I'm basically working my way down this list of natural ways to go into labor my friend Karissa sent me. The list is literally the funniest thing I've ever read. Run up and down stairs? FAT CHANCE. Tell my body to go into labor, but also don't think about labor. Perfect. Have sexy time? Not a chance at this stage in the game.


I did try the walk thing, and me, Ronnie and Jak took off for an hour long walk yesterday morning and when Jak kept stopping in the cold, wet grass to lay down and roll around because he was so exhausted, hot and out of shape, I seriously wanted to join him. That one hour walk plus thirty minutes of grocery shopping after literally put me out of commission the rest of the day and all I could do was lay on my couch like a beached whale and try and not spill my extra-large blue rasberry icee on my self.

Speaking of that icee, what I really NEEDED was a Tigers Blood sno-cone, and one of Ronnie's friends who was coming over to watch basketball agreed to pick me up one on his way over. He went to three different sno-cone shacks before giving up since it was Sunday and the world was against me. Bless his heart. The icee was delish, but I am going to need that sno-cone in my life tonight because its all I can think about. 



OH. Its also my last Monday in the office, praise, glory, hallelujah. I am running out of clothes that fit this huge belly and I'm not sure I can come up with five work appropriate outfits this week. I almost spent too much money on size large maxi dresses at Target this weekend until I realized I was being a crazy human and since I have less than two weeks, I can suck it up and do laundry more than once a week. Starting next week, until whenever baby makes his appearance, my work is gracious enough to let me work from home and I cannot wait. I think they're tired of hearing me complain and secretly can't wait to get rid of me. 

This was quite possibly the most pointless post I've ever wrote, but a quite accurate depiction of where my head is at. I keep telling myself less than two weeks til baby is here, but we all know most first baby's are quite comfy up in that womb and are in no hurry to exit, so I am trying to prepare myself for a July baby so I am not disappointed if this baby is a tad bit late. Ask me how that is going on June 21st. Or don't because the questions are already coming and I'm trying to have a happy heart about my well meaning friends and family who are just real excited to meet this little guy.



This week I am going to try and make a real attempt at putting together a coherent blog post. I have been meaning to post his coming home outfit for the past couple weeks, so maybe this week will be the magical week where I can find enough energy to do more than lay on my couch every night after work. No promises though, friends. 


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