May 31, 2015

Ali is 7 months old!

Ali is 7 months old!
            I call her my little wiggle-worm! She just likes to move and wants to be doing it on her own so bad! She is still so close to crawling!  She understands how to move her legs, but hasn’t quite realized how to move her arms as well so that she can get to places.
            Ali has been a lot more playful this last month and we are having so much fun interacting with her.  She loves watching balloons get blown up {we are always rewarded with giggles when playing with balloons} and she loves playing peek-a-boo with a blanket.
            This has been the month of teething for her!  I’ve been able to spot her 2 bottom middle teeth underneath her gums since the end of April and I’ve just been waiting and waiting for them to come through.  Her bottom right tooth finally poked through on May 14th {first tooth!!} and I noticed the bottom left tooth poking through on May 20th.  Yay for teeth!  She sure looks cute!
            As of May 2nd, we started food with her.  We started with just some rice cereal, which she didn’t seem to care for, and about 2 weeks later I was doing apples with her.  I think she is still getting used to the new taste and to swallowing. 
            Ali has the biggest eyes!  She really loves chewing on and playing with zippers!  She mostly finds them on wallets and shirts.  She still loves tags and chewed 2 tags off of 2 beanie babies that we have here at home.  We have a rocking moose here that has a ring in it’s nose, and it’s entertaining to watch Ali try to reach and go after that ring time after time while laying on the ground underneath the moose. 
            Ali really dislikes having anything touch her face.  These things would include having her nose wiped, wiping food off of her face, and most of all- getting dressed.  She also gets really scared of loud noises and easily cries when something startles her.  These things include Olivia yelling, the blender, and the vacuum.

            Ali started to make a few more noises this past month and her and Olivia occasionally have a yelling match during breakfast and then they giggle about it.  She has started making a few more loud screaming noises when she gets excited about something.  The day she turned 7 months old, I heard her say, “Ba, ba, ba” in a moment of distress.  It made me so happy to hear her forming little words!

6 months old!

Ali is 6 months old!  Half of a year has gone by with this little one! 
            She has the most perfect rosy cheeks, which is due to some mild eczema, but they are still cute nonetheless.
            Ali is so good at pulling on and sucking on my hair and giving big, wet, open mouthed kisses on my chin and cheeks. 
            She really loves having her hair brushed, chewing on tags (found on blankets, toys, clothing, etc), chewing on and playing with clean diapers, and looking at her reflection in the mirror and oven door.
            Ali has started reaching for everything in close proximity, which sometimes makes her hard to hold because she is so squirmy.  She has also started scooching {is that even a word?} around the floor a little bit inch by inch by digging her feet and toes into the ground and pushing.
            Ali seems to enjoy sitting in the bumbo a lot more now than when she first started and I think she is close to sitting up on her own.  She graduated from the newborn sling in her bathtub and is now sitting up in the toddler tub.  She is also sitting up so big in the stroller now without her car seat.
            She has begun to get some of that “stranger danger” and will whine for Mom if she can see me nearby when someone else is holding her.  Otherwise, she doesn’t make many noises at all unless she is whining for Mom or wanting to be held.
            One of my favorite things that she does is when she sucks her thumb, the rest of her fingers will open and close until they grab onto something.  Usually they end up with my hair and she will just hold on while she sucks her thumb and then she will slowly fall asleep.  It really is adorable.
Ali is finally on some pretty consistent schedules, which help out a ton!  She is nursing every 4 hours (8a, 12p, 4p, 8p) and sleeping from 8p-6:30a with only one waking in the night around 2 or 3a to eat.
6-month stats:
Height: 27 ¼ inches
Weight: 17 pounds 06 ounces

April 20, 2015

Ali is 5 months old!

5 months old!
            Ali has started rolling more and she reaches for everything in sight! It is so fun to watch her successfully grab objects that she tries so hard to get!  Ali is still constantly straining to sit up and looks like she’s trying to do sit ups.  I keep joking that she has way better abs than me (maybe it’s more a truth than a joke)!  When excited, she moves her arms up and down very fast and she ends up hitting her tummy over and over again when this happens.  It seems like it would hurt, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. Ali is a very content car rider most of the time, she loves when I say or sing nursery rhymes to her, and she is starting to get ticklish!  I have found some great tickle spots on her tummy and thighs.
            One of my favorite things this past month is watching Ali grab her toes when she is lying on her back and put them in her mouth.  Little babies are the best!  Ali also gets a really sheepish, cute grin on her face when she first sees me after she wakes up.  It’s pretty adorable.
            I’ve noticed that Ali is typically very content when I’m having a rough day or when Olivia is in need of extra one on one attention.  It’s a tender mercy, that’s for sure!

            Her nighttime sleep schedule is typically from 8:30p-7a and she wakes up around 2:30a and 5:30a to eat.

April 15, 2015

Ali is 4 months old!

4 months old!
            Ali started giggling around January 28th.  It is the cutest sound ever! She loves anything with bright colors and will grab at anything that is in front of her with the intent to shove it into her mouth.  I love watching her try to get at Olivia when she is nearby.  Olivia has had her hair pulled by Ali a few times, but I love how excited Ali gets when they are together. 
Ali also loves to bounce herself in her bouncer by kicking her right leg over and over and over.  She is strong and is constantly straining to sit herself up!  Although she still has a little bit of time before she’ll be sitting up on her own, she did roll herself onto her tummy and then back onto her back on February 9th!  Since then, she continues to roll onto her tummy with hardly any effort, but cannot figure out how to get back onto her back yet.  This is frustrating for her.  Currently, she is rolling towards the right and also shows a right hand preference when it comes to sucking her thumb.  We are so happy that her thumb seems to do the trick and we hardly ever use a binky with her!
Ali gives her daddy lots of googly eyes and smiles when he comes home.  She will lie on her back on the floor next to him while he reads her books.

            Ali still sleeps well at night, but we typically still can’t get her to take naps longer than 30 minutes during the day!

Ali is 3 months old!

3 months old!
            Ali is starting to make sounds and will make noises in response to us when we play with her.  She will be laughing soon!  We love hearing her little noises and coos.  Ali has started to sleep less during the day and mostly just enjoys catnaps… 30 minutes here and 30 minutes there. But she is now typically sleeping from 12:30p-7:30a!  This seems like a miracle to us! 
            Ali sucks on her hands all the time and we are hoping that maybe she will be a thumb sucker.  Speaking of her hands, they are cold all of the time no matter what we do!
            Ali loves bath time, but doesn’t like getting dressed.  She loves to watch Olivia and will stare at her intently if she is nearby.  When Olivia takes the time to focus back on Ali and talk to her, Ali lights up with smiles.

            She is still a smiley girl, is a little more willing to snuggle now with us here and there, but is also still picky about what position she is being held in.

Ali is 2 months old!

Ali is 2 months old! 
            Ali is still overall a very happy baby.  Right as she turned 2 months old, her colic finally seemed to wear off a bit.  She is much more content during the night hours now!  Typically Ali is awake until sometime between 1-3 a.m.  Once she goes to sleep she will usually sleep until 6-7 a.m.  Ali is picky about how she is being held.  She won’t typically snuggle up on your shoulder unless she is asleep.  She likes to be walked around and facing outwards.  This is hard on mama’s back!  At night we pace the floor back and forth until sleep finally takes over. 
            When she does fall asleep on your shoulder, her arms are typically up by her head and often she will place them under her head as she rests. It’s the cutest.             
            Ali is still very focused and attentive to things that she sees or to us when we are talking to her.  She doesn’t like car rides!  We do our best to plan all of our errands around times when Ali is sleeping.  The good news is that she finally started taking her binky though!

            Ali is not stingy with SMILES!!!  On November 30th, I finally caught some smiles on camera!  I had caught little smiles here and there in the few days leading up to this, but we love getting those smiles so easily now!  On December 2nd, Ali got her first manicure when I finally got around to actually cutting her long fingernails!

Ali is 1 month!

Ali is 1 month old!
Ali is a beautiful, fair skinned, pink baby.  Everything about her screams feminine to me.  She is very content and hardly ever cries.  When she wakes up from naps, she usually just opens her eyes and will lie contently while looking around. You may not even know she is there!  The only time she cries is when her tummy seems to be in pain.  Sadly, she has a lot of bubbles in her tummy and she swallows a lot of air when she eats.  We are hoping that as her system matures and as she gets better at drinking her milk this will go away.  The doctor says it’s a classic case of colic and will usually go away when she is about 3 months old.  In the meantime, we give her probiotics and do what we can to soothe her tummy when she has crying bouts. 
            Although Ali doesn’t cry much, she does grunt a lot in order to communicate and is a loud sleeper and breather.  She grunts constantly in her sleep and starts grunting more aggressively when she is about to wake up or has been sleeping and needs to eat.  It’s true that babies have a certain cry for hunger or pain or wanting to be held, etc.  Ali definitely has a specific “grunt” that she does when she is hungry! Although it’s adorable, cute and funny, all that grunting keeps us from sleeping!
            Ali’s fractured clavicle is healing. Even with the fracture, it doesn’t seem to bother her and she has been moving her left arm a lot all by herself, which is awesome! It doesn’t seem to hinder her at all!
Ali stares intently at us when we talk to her. She focuses.  It makes us feel so good- like she really knows we are there and likes to interact with us and understands that we are communicating with her.
She is extremely patient, especially with Olivia.  Unfortunately she often gets kicked, hit, bonked, shoved and once or twice even bitten by Olivia.  Sometimes she’ll give a startled look like, “What was that?” but (except for when she was bit on the foot), she has remained calm and un-reactive.  Patience is a good thing around here and I’m grateful for how mellow she is.  She is also patient with Olivia’s handholding, kisses, and eye touching. 
Ali has the cutest little bird legs, but they are strong and she likes to stand up on them.  She was born with the longest nails I’ve ever seen on a baby!  And she is already losing her baby hair and starting to go bald on the top of her head!
Ali’s cord came off on November 1st.  Here are some of her nicknames.  I’m not sure where any of these came from- some days we just start calling her them!

-Ali Cat, Al, Al Bal, and Al Gal. Some family members {Poppy}, like to call her AJ. We also call her by her full name {Ali June} a lot.

Ali's birth story

This is long, but I didn't know where to shorten it for the sake of the blog- so it's all here...For anyone who still checks this blog and wants to read about our sweet new baby.

Ali, I thought you would come into this world early.  You felt so heavy to me all summer long that I thought for sure, after 36 weeks, it would be anytime.  The midwife kept telling me that the 2nd baby usually comes earlier than the first one did, and she was betting that she’d see me in labor before your due date.  I was prepared and ready (and hoping!). 
            The week before you were due came and went.  I waited with so much anticipation for something to just start happening to my body, but as far as I could tell, nothing was.  And then, it was Monday…your due date, October 20th.  I felt great that day and wished instead to be in some kind of labor pain!  Olivia and I did all of our normal things, including the grocery shopping.  Tuesday was my doctor’s appointment.  The midwife there that day was Angela Andersen.  Everything still looked good.  I had lost a little bit of weight and my belly was measuring smaller than usual, which typically happens right before having a baby.  These were good signs, but I still had not felt any labor pains and believed that labor could still be days away.  Your dad and I like all of the midwives, but Angela is our favorite and we had been hoping that by some miracle we would be lucky enough to have her deliver you.  So, when she told me that she’d be working in labor and delivery the following day (Wednesday) and said with a smile, “So come see me!”, I really kept my fingers crossed!
            That night I started feeling contractions and dozed in and out of sleep while trying my best to keep track of how often I was feeling them and how long they were lasting.  They weren’t lasting long and were coming about every 15 minutes.  This was a good sign, but I still anticipated that actual labor and delivery was a few days away.  In the morning, sometime between 6 and 8a, the contractions stopped.  Around 9a I texted my mom and my good friend Cheryse (who would be watching Olivia for us when I went to the hospital) to relay what was going on.  Olivia and I continued with our normal routine that day…bath time and a trip to the post office.  Contractions started again around 10a.  They were stronger, but I kept thinking that they weren’t that bad.  At the post office I remember thinking how funny it was that I was standing there in line with all of these people, having contractions, and no one knew it but me.  When we got home from the post office, I threw the ball with Olivia up and down the driveway for a minute until I realized that I had to stop and just breathe each time a contraction came.  That was the first time I started thinking, “Maybe this is it!” 
            I went inside and proceeded to give Olivia lunch.  I had called your Dad and we decided that when he came home for lunch at 1p we would load up the car and head out.  But about 15 minutes after that decision was made, I called him back and we decided he should just head out in the next 30 minutes and we would head to the hospital.  Contractions were about 7-8 minutes apart by this time and I had to stop everything I was doing and close my eyes and just breathe every time I felt one.  Your labor kind of snuck up on me when I wasn’t expecting it and I felt surprised to hear myself say that it was time to go to the hospital.  This was finally really happening!
            Your dad came home, I took a really quick shower, we loaded the car and we were off!  I don’t even remember what time we left…I think sometime around 12:15?  I called your Grandma Nielson and Robinson on the way to let them know that you’d be coming soon!  I was so giddy!  In-between contractions I would just laugh and I remember just being so happy.  Your dad and I just had silly conversations during the drive (the hospital was an hour away), and I remember laughing a lot.  He kept trying to talk to me during contractions and I remember telling him that I needed him to be a good labor partner and do absolutely nothing while I was having a contraction because I just needed to focus and breathe without any distractions.  Of course this only made him more determined to annoy me during contractions, which we laughed about- but luckily he soon stopped because the pain was getting more intense.  We dropped Olivia off with Cheryse.  I don’t think she even gave us a second glance as she pranced in the door.  She loves being there.  I remember Cheryse telling me that I was WAY too happy to be in labor.  It must have been the endorphins, but I seriously felt so good/peppy/happy. Ha ha.
            At the hospital, I felt nervous checking in and telling them that I was in labor.  All of the normal fears set in…What if I’m not really in labor and they send me home? What if they look at me weird because I seem way to calm to be in real labor?  I’m not sure why I cared, but still.  We got settled into a room and some of the funniest things happened.  There was a dirty tissue left on the windowsill.  Ugh.  When you are about to have a baby you want everything to be sanitary!  I put on my hospital gown and something kept poking me.  Your dad and I pulled the pokey thing out and it ended up being a used flossing pick (I’m just assuming it was used)!  It had clearly gone through the laundry with my hospital gown, but talk about gross!  I LOVE the hospital we delivered at, but it was honestly a huge let down to find both of those things in our room.
            It must have been busy that day because it felt like we waited a long time for the nurse to finally come into our room.  Her name was Cathy and it was the same nurse who had been with me when I initially checked in when I had Olivia.  She checked me and I was already dilated to a 6!  I know that each pregnancy and delivery works differently with each baby, but I had requested an epidural when I had been dilated to a 4 or 5 with Olivia- so since I was still feeling relatively ok at this point, my confidence was boosted.  I could do this!
            I had officially been checked into the hospital at 2:33 p.m.  It was way too uncomfortable to lie down in the bed, so I just leaned over the side of the bed, face down, to take some of the weight off of my back.  Your dad was the best and just stayed by me, silently, through each contraction and let me squeeze his hand.  It felt like we were alone for such a long time!  Luckily I was managing fine by myself, but I really wondered where everyone was.  Finally people started coming into the room.  The main nurse had someone shadowing her.  Then the nurse shift changed and I met a new nurse.  Then another nurse came in.  His name was Mike and I was caught really off guard to see a male in my room.  I was totally fine with it after realizing that he was a nurse and that was his job, but at first I was so unsure of what he was doing there.  He was helping to set up the birthing pool/bath so I kind of thought that maybe he was just a “set-up” guy who helped with things like that.  I remember thinking- “Do I need to cover up? Can I get on with labor? Do I need to wait to do anything until he’s out of the room?  Once I realized that he was in fact a nurse and that this was part of his job to do the same things all of the other nurses do, it was totally fine, I just wish I had realized that sooner because it felt like it took a lot of my concentration away from focusing on my contractions and my body, etc.  I didn’t want to have to expend extra energy trying to figure out who all of these people were.  Finally Angela came into the room!  I was so grateful to have her as the midwife on call that day and I was just hoping that I would deliver you before her shift ended at 7p.
            At previous doctor appointments, I had requested that the birthing tub be set up in my room.  I really wanted to be able to have that as an option to relax in.  I wanted to do as much of the labor as possible by myself without any medications or epidural.  The midwives had recently been given permission to start doing water births in the tub at the hospital as part of a research project.  I think that only 2 other hospitals in the state of Utah allow water births, so I had spoken to the midwives at previous appointments about water births and I had done some research on them.  I knew that I definitely wanted to be able to use the tub for relaxation purposes, but I had also signed a consent form stating that it was ok for them to deliver you in the tub if all was normal with my delivery and if I wanted to stay in the tub instead of getting out when it was time for you to be born. 
            So, the tub was getting blown up and filled with water.  I was still leaning over the side of the bed since that felt most comfortable to me.  Another nurse came in and started poking around in my hand to find a vein for the hep lock.  She really didn’t even ask if she could do it, but I had planned on getting the hep lock, so I really didn’t mind until time after time she couldn’t find a vein and it was painful!  At this point I started to cry.  It just felt like there were so many people in the room and so much was going on and I was having contractions and managing through them, but then to have this lady poking me time after time on the back of my hand just made things feel like they were getting out of control.  When she was trying to find a vein for the 3rd time, she must have hit a nerve or something because it killed and finally I just blurted out, “Can we stop this please!?”  She immediately took it out and cleaned up her stuff.  I remember saying, “Sorry. I’m sorry it just hurt, it’s too much.”
The problem with me not getting the hep lock was that if I was going to end up requesting an epidural later, then they would have to take the time to set me up on an IV before I could actually have the epidural administered.  Once it was administered, I would have to wait for it to kick in.  I can only imagine that doing all of this in the middle of very painful contractions would feel like an eternity. However, it is pretty amazing to not be hooked up to anything at all during labor and I didn’t feel worried about not having the hep lock.
After telling the nurse to stop attempting the hep lock, another lady came in to draw some blood.  I just remember thinking….”Seriously? I just finished getting upset with someone else for poking me a thousand times and now you are coming in to do the same thing?”  Luckily this lady found a vein right away and was in and out quickly.  But, to tell you the truth, there was just so much going on and too many people coming in and out.  It was too busy and I had pictured a calm, quiet room.  I think a lot of it was due to having the bed set up and shift changes, which is understandable- but if I could change anything about the day, that would be it.              Angela got me into the tub and it felt SO nice! The water was warm and I was so comfortable; it was like a nice relaxing bath. Your heart rate could still be monitored intermittently under water throughout labor to make sure everything sounded good. Angela and your dad stayed at the edge of the tub while I labored.  I was still happy and content in-between contractions.  I remember chatting a little bit with Angela and maybe laughing a little bit more with your dad.
Soon, the contractions started to become a lot more uncomfortable.  I could feel them coming and I would just look at Dad and say, “No, no, no, no, no.”  Each time I had a contraction I would lean over the edge of the tub and hold onto Dad’s arms and hands and just bury my face against him until it was over.  I was breathing fast and deep through each one, trying anything to feel some relief.  Angela kept telling me to breath slower and asked if I was feeling light headed or tingly. I was feeling tingly all over and she said it was because I was hyperventilating and needed to slow down my breathing.  That was really hard for me to do, but I tried.
A little while later, amid painful contractions, a nurse walked in and asked Angela if she could attend to another patient- something about someone needing her or having a question or something like that.  I remember being genuinely confused and annoyed that a nurse would just walk into my room in the middle of my labor to ask a question.  She acted like it was normal to come in and start talking to the midwife (who was actively trying to help keep me calm and as comfortable as possible) as if nothing important was going on!  I was so grateful that Angela didn’t leave. I remember her saying something to the nurse about being “in the middle of something” and Dad said that she seemed pretty annoyed that they would request her right then. I felt like my room had become the lobby or something where people were free to come and go as they pleased.
Your daddy was the best labor partner I could of asked for.  He just stayed there with me and let me hold him, lean on him, and squeeze him while in pain.  I think I bit his hand once too.  I needed him and couldn’t make it through a contraction without having him there.  Each contraction was intense and there were times when I literally thought that I didn’t know how much longer I could take.  But then it would stop and I’d just close my eyes and lay my head against Dad and think about how amazing it felt when my body would relax.
Things started to get more painful and I was realizing that there was no real way to make any of the pain go away except to deal with it.  So, I dealt with it… by yelling and screaming.  I didn’t know what else to do! Every now and then Angela {nicely} kept sshhh-ing me and would say, “Try not to yell.”  I completed ignored her.  I remember random things- in no particular order- like saying, “Make it stop!” and “I can’t do this anymore!” I was screaming every time I felt a contraction.  Angela said she could check me to see how dilated I was if I wanted her to.  There was no way; that was the last thing I wanted.  I don’t even think I answered her.  I just ignored her comment because it took too much energy to respond.
At one point Angela said, “You know what options you have”, referring to the epidural. But, she also reminded me that if I did choose the epidural, then they’d need to hook up the IV in order for me to get it.  It’s funny, but as much pain as I was in, I actually still had no intent of getting the epidural.  Labor was definitely the most painful and uncomfortable thing I had ever experienced, but as painful as it was, thinking about getting out of the tub, getting poked with more needles, waiting for the anesthesiologist, and then waiting for the epidural to kick in sounded even worse. So, for as much as I was yelling and as much as Angela probably felt like she needed to reassure me that I still had pain medication options, I was so focused on just making it through each contraction that it didn’t even matter.  There I was, having a baby in the water, and I could feel every single thing and it was intense, but I couldn’t and didn’t want to change that now.
Everything started burning and I thought I had remembered reading somewhere that people feel a burning sensation right before the baby is born, but maybe I am just making that up.  I remember saying in a panic, “It’s burning!”  A few minutes after that Angela said I was dilated to 9 cm; I’m not sure how she knew that.  Things intensified for a moment and Angela said that I could push whenever I felt the urge.  I started pushing like crazy.  Maybe I was pushing too much, too hard, too fast.  All I could think about was getting you out.  In between all of my yelling and screaming Angela kept saying, “You just need to push.  It’s up to you, just push her out and it will be over.”  I didn’t say it, but I thought, “I AM pushing!”  Then Angela said that if I reached down, I’d be able to feel your head.  I almost didn’t.  I was too tired and really just thought I’d be expending too much energy trying to do that.  But eventually, in between contractions I found the energy and reach down with my shaky and exhausted arm and touched your little head.  You were there and you were almost in this world!  Just a few more minutes…I could feel it. 
I kept pushing.  All I could think about was pushing.  I remember vaguely being told that your head was out…and then the rest of your body.  I fell back against the side of the tub with my back resting against it and they laid you on my chest.  There you were.  I just breathed, looking down at you.  I was so exhausted and depleted.  I remember thinking you looked gray.  I don’t even remember if you were crying or not.  Nurses were moving and bustling around the room and around the tub.  All I could do was sit there and breathe and stare at you.  After a few minutes the nurses said they thought they should take you just to pinken you up.  I let them.  You still looked gray.  After a minute I heard a “There we go!”  Phew!
Daddy cut the cord and I was helped out of the tub and put on the bed.  They brought you back to me, but then I had to get stitches, which were also so painful and I said to Dad in a panic, “Take the baby! Take the baby! I might squeeze her too hard because this hurts!!”  Dad took you and held you. 
In response to the pain and everything my body had been through, I started shaking.  I felt cold and kept asking for more blankets and it was close to 24 hours before my body calmed down.
You were officially born at 4:49 p.m. and 21 inches long and
 8 pounds and 12 ounces!  When I first saw your face, you looked like the spitting image of Olivia when she was born.  It was like déjà vu.  Throughout the entire pregnancy, I anxiously wondered what a sibling would look like.  Would you two look totally different or exactly the same? I was so excited to find out.  Although you looked exactly like Olivia to me when you were born, the next day in the hospital I started realizing that both of you had definite differences in your face and nose and that you did in fact look like yourself and not just exactly like her.
You were a perfectly healthy and plump baby.  I was so happy to have another chubby baby at a healthy weight!  The only thing we ended up having to worry about was that we found out you had fractured your collarbone.  We had been in the hospital about a day when we realized you weren’t moving your left arm.  The pediatrician had an x-ray done, and sure enough you had fractured it.  We learned that it’s pretty common for that to happen to babies when they are born, and luckily the fractures heal on their own and we didn’t have to do anything except help you keep your arm as still as possible and close to your body for the first almost 2 months of your life.  It never seemed to bother you and luckily it’s healed perfectly and you should never have any complications from it. 
Uncle Gentry and Aunt Kelli were your first visitors in the hospital that night, and the next evening, Grandma and Grandpa Robinson came to visit you.  We didn’t name you until early Friday morning…like sometime between 2a and 6a.  It felt like Dad and I were up all night trying to agree on your name.  It was actually one of the funniest nights we have had in a long time and we laughed a lot.  For a while Dad was set on calling you by your middle name, which I did not agree on and then we used a paper to write down all of our options and at one point we even started voting on names (the paper is saved in your baby book)…. Oh the memories!

We love you, sweet Ali.