The little "fuss-fuss"

I am so sweet wrapped up like a burrito says my dad...

I am the cutest baby... says my biased mom

My tiny hand likes to hold everything, especially mom and dad's hands when I eat

Sometimes I just like to think...

I think my dad taught me this because he does it to my mom when he is being silly

I like to look up at the angels my mommy thinks

I did not like the taste of this medicine.... hence I vetoed it with an SVT

Hey it's me, Tay boy, fuss fuss, T---whatever they call me... Last night was the first night my mommy got to sleep by me. I wanted to give her the full enchilada, so I was a fuss pot from 2 to 5. I think she reconsidered getting angry at the nurses at the other hospital for not letting her sleep by me. I'm not sure why I was grumpy last night, I usually only cry when I want food, get an IV, or if the clumsy EKG specialist pinches my skin:( I had a photo shoot a couple weeks ago at my old crib, on the recliner from my aunt Pree. I really liked the furry backdrop she let me lay on. Thought I would share them with you as I approach my one month birthday!

P.S.-- I have been SVT free for 5 days and 7 hours...this is a record. My new doctor says if I behave on my new medicine I can go home Thursday- my one month birthday. But don't tell me this because I tend to revolt when they say I can go home... However, prayers to keep this date are much appreciated by my mommy and daddy. I am still a piglet, and I weight 8lbs 1 oz; my mom really considers starving me to keep me tiny, but then I FUSS!

A baby who rules the world...

(Baby Tay and his mom who hasn't done her makeup in 19 days, or dried her hair...needing to spend time on herself perhaps:)

This much we have learned from baby Tay; he controls the universe! If he wants to eat he sucks on mom's neck or turns his head half way around with an open mouth. If he doesn't like his nurse, he poops on her. If he wants an IV out, he does so. If he doesn't like his medicine, he has an episode, therefore creating a challenge to find a new one. If he wants you to leave him alone, he grunts. If he doesn't want you to change his diaper, he lifts his bum up (yes he is that strong). If he wants kisses he makes "oooo" lips. If he doesn't want to leave the hospital, he has an episode.... and so this is the lovely waiting game we are playing. His dad says "clearly anything he does, he will do 100%." And so we are the lucky parents of a perfect baby who rules the world. Maybe we are blessed because all we can do is sit with him all day and watch him change. Maybe this will prepare us for more difficult times, and maybe this builds our love and appreciation for family and our heavenly father.

Healing Hands for Taylor

God, lay Thy healing hands on these,
Keep them in Thy care.
Help us to remember them,
When we kneel in prayer.
Keep us ever grateful Lord,
And when we are hard to please,
Remind us that our Cross is light,
Compared with such as these.

The good things in life... BY TAYLOR

...my mom gave me my first "kewpie" hair-do because I got the IV out of my head. YAY! I actually enjoyed her combing my hair, I made "oooo" lips at her (so cute)! I am still in the hospital, but progressing:) I got taken off oxygen today, I'm glad those things don't poke me in the nose anymore! Right now I am writing you because I am getting a new IV and mom can't watch another traumatic event--- I let them know I am unhappy about these medical procedures quite vocally:) I really like my dad to give me sugar water and hold my head and tell me I'm a TOUGH GUY during these times. I eat like a PIGLET, and sometimes I don't like my nurses. I've only had one episode since monday morning because they were doing some beta tests. I hope to be in my BLACK and WHITE world soon, because that's all I see anyways. 

Love,

Tay-Tay

Beautiful baby miracle....

.... here we are,day 7, at the NICU. My heart is heavy to even make this post because I am so grateful for this beautiful baby boy. He is a miracle, and daily I am reminded that we are lucky to have him. Our prayers were answered by many, even our sweet brother Drew, who woke up in the middle of the night (age 6) because he needed to pray for Taylor. We hold him now, feed him, and are getting to know his sweet personality. He is such a darling, handsome, sweet baby and our life is more full. As you may remember he was a surprise to us, so we know he needs to be here at this time, probably to shape his mom and dad:) Taylor's doctor began the 5 day countdown yesterday provided no "episodes" which are S.V.T. attacks when his heart rate spikes. He is taking his medicine orally now, so here the journey begins.... 

Taylor Philip Woody

He's here! This is Kapri, Heidi's sister. Heidi had Baby Taylor at 7:08pm last night via emergency c-section. He weighed 6 lbs, 11 ounces and is soo beautiful! Little Tay has a high heart rate that they are working to stablize and transfered him to another hospital. Keep Heidi, Jason and Taylor in your prayers! We hope Heidi (and her now ridiculously flat stomach...hate her :))gets to hold him soon!

She got to see him for a minute when they had him all ready to go in the helicopter...see above pic.

Dinner is ready.....

....when the red part of a thermometer on the Thanksgiving Turkey POPS out, dinner is served, or am I completely misinformed? This analogy is a comparison to my belly button which looks exactly like that pop-out, meaning.... BABY IS READY! Can someone please tell my doctor this dinner analogy, or explain to my body that it's owner is about to burn. 16 day countdown.... maybe a christmas tradition needs to be added here with the festive comparisons... on the 16th day Pre-Taylor my true love gave to me.....or I accomplished.... or I gave.... TO BE continued...

The land of amazing women.....

My mother, leading the world one diploma at a time, earned her Master's Degree at a sophisticated age in May. She is an example to me of rigid perfection. As the day is hovering over me (literally can't see my knees) to become a mom, I aspire to be her. I have only positive memories of my childhood on how I was raised. Everything was set in goals with rewards at the end. My ability to self-motivate comes from those lovely charts of stars. I hope that my voice is sweet in Taylor's ears as hers is in mine.

My sister, Kapri, has been my saving grace through this new stage of life. Daily I receive links of what to buy, or "oh how cute" items I NEVER would know to look for. She helped me make 12 burp rags in about an hour, and spent a few hours helping me get ready for Taylor last week. My resource to cures, and my shoulder for venting, I love her to pieces. Mind you she does all these for me while being SUPER mom to the Kewpie and Princess Scarlett Bandit. I only HOPE I have the energy to play with my kids as she does.

My Jaimee, lives the life in the fast lane, yet catches every glimpse of a story. I will never know how she can experience minutes of an event and create a piece that seems as if she lived it. Talent. This year she was nominated for a Pulitzer and a Harvard scholarship. Both to which presented later opportunities for her I know she will obtain. She keeps me fashionable, informed, and satisfied as I live vicariously through her blog and stories. I await her perfect face to be in FAMOUS places. Love you Jaim!

Many others, who are not pictured; my niece Kaustin graduated from Jr. High. This was a big event she spent months planning for; nails, hair, speeches, dresses, and jewelry.... she was the picture of perfect. My favorite part of the ceremony was watching her dance with my brother in her sparkly silver dress---she is his PRINCESS. My sister-in-law Shayla conquers 6 kids everyday and is still chipper every time I call. I can only imagine her reward in heaven for the wars she halts. My Granna survived another hospital visit, hair and nails still perfect, she is the root of us all......