Addicted

I can't put Marcus down! He is so sweet and cuddley. I am also addicted to pictures. I can't stop taking pictures of him. I hold him and he is so beautiful that I can't help but try to catch the moment! Here are some more photos I like.

Josh and Marcus: The oldest with his youngest cousin.

Vince and Marcus.

I got him! I just wait until he is totally focused on Marcus and I can sneak in to get a picture of my dad!

Marcus wearing his booties made by Nanna and wrapped in his quilt made by Nanna Cora.

He looks so cute in red! As big as his hands are with long fingers, it is so small compared to his dad's hand. Precious!

Grateful

The two people I love most in the whole wide world!

Ever since my doctor put me on bed rest I have had to rely on others to help me a lot more. It's not easy for me to admit I need help because I can't do regular everyday things. After giving birth it has just been ten times worse. I have been blessed with wonderful family and friends who have stepped up to help me.

Many people have brought me food. I have a stack of books to read while I am down. I have people for emotional support. There are those who are there whenever I need advice. I am so grateful for these people.

The person who has stepped up tremedously to help is my sweet husband. He has been able to take the week of from work and he helps me so much. Has been cleaning the house, doing laundry, making bottles, making sure I eat healthy balanced meals, and basically waiting on me hand and foot. I love this man more then anything!

February 5

On February 5, 2010 my little angel Marcus Tyler was born at 7:36 pm. He weighed 7 lbs and was 21 inches long.

Very tired and nervous father-to-be waiting at the hospital. We pulled an all-nighter while I was induced.

They let me take a break in the morning before they started me on an IV to induce me. I was able to brush my teeth, etc.

Marcus had to be taken by emergency c-section because he was not able to tolerate my contractions.

He was born with his umblical cord wrapped twice around his neck, but he was safe now!

My precious little boy weighed 7 lbs.

They took him to the NICU for a few hours to make sure he was all right. I didn't really even get a chance to see him. They brought him to me when I was in the middle of "being sick" on the operating table.

When they moved him from the NICU to the regular nursey, they brought him to me first. I took this picture. The first time I got to hold my little Marcus! I couldn't be happier.