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Brock's birthday fell on Easter this year giving us double the reason to celebrate!


In his yellow jammies for Easter


With Grandpa, checkin each other out

All these pics were taken when Nixon was a week old. At the time he already seemed so big, but now he looks so tiny in these pictures. He is growing up way too fast!


Look at that little tiny face!


I loved these gowns. Now they are so tiny, they don't fit!

First thing first...I am going private again. If you gave me your address before, I still have it. If not, email it to me at margombrown@msn.com, or leave it in a comment.

Little man has loves his baths! The sponge baths before his cord fell off weren't as pleasant though.




Poor little guy...we had no idea what we were doing!

Wow, our lives have changed so much since the last time I posted. It is so much better and so full of love in our house. I'm afraid the doors and windows might blow off, we have so much love busting out of here! Well I guess I should post the story of how it all went down.



On April 7th 2011 I was home all day and preparing for our little guy to come...I just kinda had a feeling it was gonna be soon. I had contractions on and off for a few days. Well around 2pm I lost my, uh, plug. I really didn't know what to expect. I talked to my sister Jen, and she said she always had her kids within a day of losing hers...oh snap. Brock was at work super late, which is not usual. ASU had a fire and they had to work around the clock to fix it. He got home at about midnight, and was pretty tired. By the time he ate real quick, showered and got in bed is when I told him, "Uhhhh....I think we need to go to the hospital". No sleep for anyone! I was having contractions, and wasn't too sure, but thought my water had broke a little. So we loaded up and got to the hospital around 1:30 am. I thought for sure they were gonna be all, "Aww, bless your heart you little first time mom, go home and come back when things are really happenening." NOPE. They checked me and my water had broke and my contractions were pretty good, so they admitted us. That was SO weird to know the next time we left that hospital, it would be with our son.



After being admitted it took forEVER to progress. I was only at a 2 and stayed that was for a loonnng time, but was having a ton of contractions. They ended up giving me IV drugs for pain until I was at a 4, when I could get my epidural. Wow, those drugs were no joke, I was high as a kite, but not in a lot of pain. Bless those drugs. It wasn't until about 5 pm on the 8th that I was at a 4. I think the nurse checking and and accidentally really breaking my water helped too, it was so weird and popped! By that time I was in some major pain, and that epidural was uh-maze-ing! I think Brock was pretty relieved I had the epidural too. Around 10:50 pm the nurse said it was time to get down to business, and start pushing. It was a little nerve wracking without the DR there yet (she was on her way). My regular Dr was in North Carolina...how dare he! I pushed for 30 minutes (again, thank heaven for the epidural....) and out came the most gorgeous little boy ever. My very first though was, wow, he looks chunky....and I was right! 9 POUNDS!!!!! I was NOT expecting that!!! He was 21 inches long and a little too quiet for my liking. He didn't cry, which almost gave me a nervous break down. He was alert though and had really good coloring, so Brock kept telling me he was ok. Brock cut the cord, which was pretty cool. He was such a proud daddy, and we both were pretty emotional when we first saw our little boy. When they gave him to me to hold it was just so crazy. I just kept thinking "He's mine"....which was awesome and crazy and awesome all at once.



Our stay in the hospital was pretty good. It was so nice to get home...for about 30 seconds. Our bed is a little tall...ok ridiculously tall, and I went to step on the inside cupboard of my nightstand to get in bed....I had a lot of stitches and didn't wanna step too high. Well my leg was still a little weak from my epidural and my knee totally dislocated and I dropped like a ton of bricks. That hurt like no other! Luckily I didn't have the baby. Brock and Mitch had to come lift me on the bed. Oh boy...what a way to come home huh...only I would have something so dumb happen. I think the knee is ok..it's still pretty sore. Things have been great since then though. My mom stayed for a little over a week, which was SO SO SO nice. I couldn't have done it without her and Brock. Everyone is doing great now, and we can't get enough of our sweet boy!










I needed a lil oxygen, the drugs made me not breath too well.





Big daddy waiting and waiting to meet his boy.