It's a wonderful life :)

A few pictures over the past few weeks of my 2 sweet kids :)  Followed by a great story if you are patient enough to read it...it is worth it!

Over the past couple of weeks...more specifically this last week after my mom left, (she was an absolute lifesaver for 2 weeks, and was the greatest help anyone could ever ask for--we miss her SO much) I have felt a little overwhelmed with having 2 kids!  Maybe it was because Matt was having a really busy week-getting home in time to help for a bit before getting back to work until long after I was asleep!  I was wishing that I had a weekend to look forward to, but the weekends are almost busier for Matt than the rest of the week.  Anyway- I guess I was feeling a little bit incapable of getting everything done that needed to be done, while being able to spend time with my 2 babies (I feel like Colton is still a baby!) 

 So, I have been trying to take a nap every day while they are both napping, but for some reason Saturday afternoon I could NOT sleep.  I have not gotten on the computer much or looked at any blogs or anything really, and I decided I would catch up on some blogs :)  My mom had posted the following story for our family to read from a girls blog who is living in Italy while her husband is playing basketball, I found myself reading it while bawling, it goes as follows:

"I read an article recently about Mormon Housewife Blogs.
It implied that our lives seem too perfect to be real and some even questioned whether what we blog about (crafts, family, religion) is fabricated because there never seems to be a unhappy moment. So perhaps it's my lovely opportunity to squash that assumption.
To share a story...
And give some insight into why our lives may seem that way from the outside because of what we feel on the inside.

But to start let's just begin with last Saturday Night.

Jonathan was on the road.
It was time to call and set up a ride for me to go to church the next morning.

Only problem was....
No one from my town would be going to church the next day.
No one.

That leaves me with the train.
Not only does it leave at 7:30 in the morning but I have to ride my bike to get there.
Trying not to be too discouraged with having to go to church in this country all by myself and knowing taking the train meant a LONG day ahead of me...

I got up early, packed a lunch for the train ride home. Doubled up my leggings, got four packets of Hot Hands and headed down to my bike.

When I stepped outside, I saw it...SNOW.
It was snowing. Lovely.

Nope. This isn't a seminary video. No one magically showed up with a smile and a ride to church (or even the train station.) I had to ride my bike uphill the entire way to the train station in my church clothes with my purse around my neck and my lunch sack hanging from the handlebar.

I barely had time to lock up my bike, buy a ticket and run to my platform before the train took off. Thankfully the conductor saw me running from the Ticket Booth and waited for me to get on before leaving.

When I got to my first stop, I jumped off the train and looked for my connecting platform.
After almost getting on the wrong platform, I found my way to where my train should be.
But it was late.
We were all left standing out in the snow for 30 minutes just waiting for our train.
Finally it showed up.

I jumped onto the heatless train, pulled out my HotHands packets and shoved them into my gloves. When my stop came I got up to get off.

I was on an older model of train I'd never been on before and realized when I got to the door I had no idea how to open it. There were no signs or labels to indicate how to open the door so I just struggled in front of a ton of people to open it.
I even asked (in Italian) for help.
But no one budged.

So I ran to the other door thinking that maybe the other one might be broken... but same thing. It wouldn't open.
No one helped.
And I watched as the train pulled away from my stop and I couldn't do a thing about it.

I was so frustrated. I had no idea where I was headed next, had no clue how I would get back to my city, and had no hope of making it to Sacrament on time.
I pulled my hood up over my head and cried.
I cried out of frustration.
I cried out of fear.
I cried out of just plain helplessness.

At the next stop I got off, ran to the ticket booth and asked about getting back to my stop.
Thankfully the return train was delayed (otherwise I would've missed it) and I could make it now if I ran.
I ran to the platform and jumped on.
As I sat on the train I wondered why it had to be so difficult to just get to church.
I wanted something good.
Then without any conscious thought I began singing the song we had sung in Family Home Evening that week.

"Come come ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear.
But with joy, wend your way.
Though hard to you this journey may appear.
Grace shall be as your day."

I could do this.

When I got off my stop (and successfully opened the door) I walked the 10 minute walk to the church through the snow and finally made it to the church building an hour and 15 minutes after I had tried to get off my stop in the first place.

After finally making it there I thought my troubles were over but it seemed my lesson was yet to be learned.
The second the closing prayer was said in Relief Society I ran out of the building and through the snow to the train station. My train was leaving 15 minutes after church ended so I had no time to spare.
When I got to the station there was an enormous line to purchase tickets, but I didn't give up hope - the train wasn't at it's platform yet - I could make it.
So I got the ticket with less than 1 minute til departure time and ran to the platform.
When I got to the platform I saw on the kiosk that the train would be delayed 35 minutes.
Great.

So I waited, ate my lunch, froze in the snowy weather and waited some more. Just as my train was supposed to arrive, a stream of announcements came over the station's P.A. system.
The announcer was speaking too fast but I definitely understood one word "cancellato".
Canceled.
So in my pathetic, starting to panic shaky voice I asked in Italian if my train was the one being cancelled.

The man I asked spoke English and explained that not just my train was canceled they wereall canceled.
I looked at the kiosk and watched as the status of one train after another switched to cancelled, cancelled, cancelled.

Now church here isn't like it is back home. When church is over - everyone clears out. In fact, one Sunday I had actually been the last to leave because my ride was taking a bit longer to get things together.
I knew very well no one would be left at the church building.

So here I was. Standing on a platform, a 2 hour train ride - a 1 hour car ride - and who knows how long walking distance from my home.
I have no phone.
I don't know any phone numbers of anyone even if I could find a phone.
I don't know where the missionaries or other members live in this big city.
I was completely stranded on a platform in Italy knowing perfectly well NO ONE knew where I was or even that I was in trouble.

I felt completely alone.
And I was completely scared.

I sat down on a bench, pulled my hood up over my head and through tears said,
"Heavenly Father, you have to send someone."

I gathered up my things and soaking wet and cold, headed back to the church. The one building I actually knew of in this city.

Right as I reached the church building, as I was reaching out to grab the door handle - two doors down at that exact moment...walked out the missionaries.
I yelled out in a strangled cry "Elders!"

When they turned around I'm sure they were pretty surprised to see Sister Tavernari, tears streaming down her face and barely able to speak a word through the hiccups and sniffling of a really terrified, really worked up cry - running towards them.

Do you want to know the most incredible part? They had been walking home about 10 minutes ago (about the time I was sitting on the bench, turning my heart towards heaven in a plea of help) when they realized they had forgotten something and felt like they needed to turn back.
And they walked out of the building at the exact moment that I would've seen then. Any earlier. Any later. And I would've completely missed them.

The rest of the day didn't go perfectly - they took me back to the station, verified the trains were all cancelled, walked me to the bus station to wait an hour and a half for a bus that never showed because...surprise, it was cancelled, then took me back to the church where we called members all over the north of Italy and found one that could come get me. From there I was driven back to the station in my city, rode my bike through the snow (downhill at least this time) back to my house and got home around 5 pm. But just because it didn't go perfectly, didn't matter.
God hears our prayers.
When we are as alone as ever. Stranded on a platform without a way home or a hint of escape - God hears our prayers.
The world and all that are in it may leave us but He never will.

That's the difference in the lives of the Mormon Housewife Blogs. We may seem to have no end to our creativity, happy homes, loving marriages, and perfect lives but we have terrible days too. We have trials. We have troubles. And our hearts ache too.
The reason why they don't swallow us whole and we can continue on in joy and happiness is that we know, we absolutely KNOW that there is Someone we can trust in to make it better. To dry our tears, lead us to a hand and heart we can trust and take us out of the dark days to brighter ones up ahead.
I absolutely know that to be true."

Okay, first of all, this girl is an incredible writer, but also--what an amazing experience she had. 

 Now, this story has nothing to do with my situation now (it does remind me of a few situations we had in Germany for sure) However, she related it to why we are Happy, and it can relate to anyone in any situation.  So, as I was sitting there Saturday afternoon reading this, I realized something.

 I am SO blessed and lucky to have my two beautiful children, and a husband that is so hardworking, and although having a baby isn't easy-- there are so many incredible blessings that come from having a baby that they make up for the hard days! 

 I am also grateful for my Heavenly Father who knows my needs and helps me get through my difficult days and who has blessed me with the responsibility and opportunity to take care of 2 of His children!  I couldn't be any happier than I am right now!

Mylee Mae Stucki

  I am going to give the brief version of Mylee's first 4 days of life..she is an ANGEL!  I know she is only almost 4 days old now, but I can't believe how blessed we are to have this sweet little girl in our lives.  I told Matt before she was born I prayed every day that I would have a nice baby because with him being in his first year of law school and in the bishopric and with my sweet little 2 year old boy, I didn't know if I could handle another baby like Colton.  Not that he was bad- he just never slept at night for the first couple of months, would never just chill, and never slept unless I was holding him.  Matt's semester this time around is also a lot more work, he has an extra class and has his big papers to write.  I am not going to lie, I was nervous to have this baby.  Since I had trouble getting pregnant with Colton, I didn't really want to wait too long in case I wasn't able to get pregnant again, and I didn't think having a baby at the very beginning of the 2nd semester was the perfect time, but now that she is here (and only 4 days old, so this very well could change) but I feel SO blessed at what a good, sweet little girl she is!  She is waking up three times in 12 hours of sleep to eat, and is a great nurser (takes about 20 minutes, and she is back asleep in her bed)  The first night was a little rough, but every night she just gets better!  I know I am going to be jinxing myself by typing all this, but for now we are all Happy :)

And I think she is the cutest little thing ever.  I am loving the pink blankets, and bows, and outfits :)

 

 Mylee at 3 days old right after her first bath at home!  Look at that hair...and it's Curly!!

Our sweet friend, Sylke from Germany sent this onesie!  It says Kleine Ballerina (small ballerina)

My awesome mom who is here to help!  She keeps telling me she will keep her during the night, and every morning I get up after a pretty good nights sleep and say, "She was an angel again!"  It has still been SO wonderful to have help during the day, and especially lifting my 35 pound son!  We are sooo grateful she is here with us for a couple more weeks!

Long and skinny :)

Her first trip to the doctors office, her billy rubin levels were high indicating she had some Jaundice so she had to get her foot pricked 3 days in a row, luckily they went down!

One of the few times she has cried...she is a very content little girl!

At the hospital they did a photo shoot of her.  Colton just kept giving her the eye!

We thought he would want a picture with her, but he was a little scared of her for the first day or two!

Just watching her again!

Picture from the photo shoot!

I absolutely LOVE this picture.  Matt is such a good dad, and it has been fun to see him with a baby again!  He has been so good with her!

My cute family while I am laying numb in bed still!

First picture of her right after she came out!

I was supposed to be induced Wednesday morning at 7, but they called at about 630 and said I would have to wait until 10.  I was kind of bummed, but just had more time to get ready and relax that morning.  I went in at 10, and got all hooked up to the pitocin by 11...and then we just waited for the contractions to start.  They turn the drip up slowly, so it takes a while.  I had lunch at about 12:30 not really feeling much.  They said if it didn't work I would have to go home and try again tomorrow.  So, at about 2:30 I actually felt a contraction.  I started having back cramps and I said, I want an epidural..haha.  With Colton, I went really fast, so I didn't want to miss out on my chance.  I wasn't having hard contractions, but I knew when they hit, they wouldn't stop.  At 345 they gave me the epidural and checked me and I was dilated to a 4 (I had been a 3 for 3 weeks) The next couple of hours were great, I was having contractions every minute that would last a minute, but didn't feel a thing.  We watched basketball and joked with the nurses and Matt had a big old dinner served to him.  At 6 my doctor came in and checked me, I was dilated to a 6, so she broke my water.  At 645 I was nervous Colton and my mom weren't going to be able to come see the baby because Matt had to go pick them up and if she didn't come until late, it would be too late.  So, I had Matt leave to go get them.  Well, about 5 minutes after he left I started to feel pressure, A TON.  So, I had the nurse come in to check me, and I was at a 9 1/2.  I panacked, called Matt at 655 and said, come back!  He had just gotten home, so jumped in the car to come back.  He got there a little after 7 and I started pushing at 7:10 and had her at 7:20!  I literally pushed 3 times!  However, I had to have an episiotomy and wripped as well--definitely feeling it still after 4 days-wow!  Anyway, she was born 9 pounds and 21 1/2 inches long--90 % for both!  She has very long skinny toes and fingers, and the nurses kept going on about how much hair she has!  I stayed at the hospital just that night and we came home the next night! 

Colton has been pretty cute with her.  Well, he doesn't really show a lot of interest, but he gets very concerned if she cries.  Yesterday, she was laying on the floor getting her diaper changed and started to cry.  He ran over and grabbed her binky and blanket, and put her binky in her mouth.  It melted my heart!  Also, last night after we put him to bed I gave her a bath.  It had been probably 45 minutes since he went to bed and she was crying in the bath.  All of the sudden we here him, "Uh-oh, Baby!"  Matt went in there to tell him she was ok, and he kept saying, uh-oh, wa-wa, baby!  Hilarious, he couldn't fall asleep until he knew she was ok.  He also always runs to peek in her bassinet to see her.  He loves to look, but not quite sure about touching her which is just fine for now! 

This is definitely turning into a novel, but if I don't write it all here, I won't write it down anywhere, or remember all of it!

Anyway, it has been a really special 4 days for us.  I can't believe I have 2 kids and that we are a family of 4.  Before I went into the hospital the night before I had a little break down about leaving Colton and being sad if he wondered where his parents were.  I felt like I couldn't have another baby because of the love that I feel for Colton, nothing could match that.  It is so amazing to me how we can continue to love more and more, and how I already love both of them equally and would do anything for them.  I am so so thankful that I am blessed to raise two of God's children.  I couldn't be happier! 

And I couldn't leave out pictures of this little mischevious boy!

Let the countdown begin :)

     If the Big baby girl inside my belly is not here before next Wednesday morning, I am going to be induced.  I really hope she comes before then, but I guess you just never know :)  I have been having Non Stress Test twice a week to make sure she is OK because she was measuring big, and everything looks good!  I am dialated to a 3, 50 % effaced and she is LOW!  We are getting so so excited!  I just wish school wasn't starting Monday morning!  This has been the greatest 3 weeks, there is nothing better than getting to spend TIME with eachother!  So, I am thankful for it, especially right before the baby arrives!

 We all got hair cuts, Matt is becoming a pro doing his own hair and Coltons! 

Showing off his hair :)

I wish I could say we had been doing all sorts of exciting things, but besides going to the swimming pool, shopping, cleaning, watching LOADS of basketball and football, and playing games with friends now that they are all back, we have done a good amount of RELAXING! 
   My mom is coming in town tomorrow to help, and I know Colton is beyond exciting and it will be so wonderful to have her here for help!
    Now if we could just decide on a name, Mylee Mae or Mya Mae??  She will most likely not be named until we see her :)