Kory

My first time holding Kory.

All my babies liked to be swaddled- but he was my worst.  He had to be wrapped soooo tight ALL the time.  I should have kept track of how many times I wrapped that kid up- it would have been an insanely high number. 

He was a cute little duck for Halloween.  This picture doesn't even do this costume justice- it was sooo cute on him. 

I do have to admit that Rob is Kory's favorite.  He loves his Daddy.  Everynight when Rob come home from work, Kory will come crawling from where ever he is, as fast as he can, so Rob can pick him up.  It's so sweet.   

Kory is not a skinny baby.  He is solid.  I keep saying he will be our football player cause he is heavy and he is thick.  His chubby cheeks are so cute. 

Easter 2012.  I love this kid's hair.  He has had a full thick head of hair since he was only a couple months old.  It's so fun to style it. 

Kory's first birthday about a week ago.  The year went by sooo fast!  That kind of makes me sad. 

Kory is my sweet little 1 year old.  Everything about Kory (so far) has been such a wonderful experience.  When I was diagnosed with Lupus, the doctor's told me I probably would not be healthy enough to have any more children.  This devastated me.  I knew I wanted more than two kids.  So when I did get healthy again and then found out I was pregnant- I had never been happier.  The pregnancy was a little crazy- ok, a lot crazy.  I was considered extremely high risk because of my Lupus.  I had blood and urine tests every two weeks the whole pregnancy and then once a week at the end.  I had appointments with the high-risk OB every two weeks for the first 4 months and then once a month until the end.  I had monthly appointments with my regular OB for the first 5 months and then non-stress tests and ultrasounds, twice a week, for the last 4 months.  The doctor's were constantly reminding me of all the horrible things that could happen.  Well, either the doctor's were overly-concerned or I was incredibly blessed, because not one bad thing happened.  My only complaint was that the doctor's wanted to end the pregnancy as soon as possible and wanted to take him at 38 weeks at the latest.  Since I had a previous C-section, they would not induce me, so I did have to have him by C-section. 
The second he was born I was overwhelmed with a huge feeling of gratitude.  Gratitude that he was here healthy and gratitude that I had been able to have him at all.  The next couple of days in the hospital- I was giddy.  I had never been so happy to have a newborn.  With Natalie I was excited, but also scared and nervous because I had no idea what I was doing.  With Kyler- it was a total blur.  He was born 13 months after Natalie, so I think I was just completely overwhelmed and in a state of shock.  So with Kory, it was awesome to be totally ready for another baby, and to be so happy he was here.  I have loved every minute of the last year, which is probably why it has gone by so fast.  I think it also helps he is the best baby in the world.  He is always so happy, so content.  By far he has been my easiest baby. 
Of course our one bump in the road has been his seizures.  At about 7 months he started having drop seizures (I didn't know they were seizures at the time) where he would go completely limp for anywhere from 1 min. to 5 min.  I was starting to worry about this, when all of a sudden, when he was 9 months, he had a full on stop breathing, eyes rolled back, lips turned blue, foaming at the mouth seizure.  Within three days of that we had him down at Primary Children's in Utah where they did and MRI and an EEG which both came back normal.  The doctor's are saying that sometimes children have unexplained seizures and hopefully he will grow out of them someday.  He is on a high dose of the medicine they gave us, which finally started working and he has been seizure free for a month and a half.  We are crossing our fingers and hoping it stays this way. 
He is definitely on the slower end of the scale with his development.  He didn't sit on his own until 7 months, he started army crawling at about 9 months.  And he just barely started crawling on all fours about a month ago.  He is just starting to pull himself up on the furniture.  So it looks like he will be my latest walker, but I don't mind.  He can stay a baby as long as he wants. 
But he's not staying a baby.  It's been amazing- the past three weeks he has completely changed from a little baby who did very little, to a 1 year old who is communicating more, (he just said his first word, "Dadda", of course!) likes to feed himself, wants to play with Natalie and Kyler, tries to tell me what he wants.  He is growing up.  How grateful I am for him and the wonderful, sweet spirit he brings to our home.  I love him very much.