Jayden's Birth Story - Part 1

So I almost completely forgot that I wanted to write about the day Jayden was born! Oh my, I would have kicked myself later if I never wrote about it. Actually I am kicking myself because Jayden is 5 months old today! 5 months might as well be an eternity since my memory is not what it used to be but I'll do my best.

Also, let this be your warning that there may be more details here then you want to know and it's a long post. You're warned and now you may continue.

If you dare.

At 39 weeks I had my weekly appointment with Esther, my midwife, and I was 2 cm dilated and already 75% effaced, which in obstetrics terms means I was doing great! It often takes women a long time to get 75% effaced and I wasn't even in labor yet and already there (actually technically that is labor but since I wasn't having consistent contractions that were getting "longer, stronger and closer together", it wasn't active labor). I asked Esther when she thought I would have the baby and she said it could be that day or 2 more weeks! So really there was no way to tell. I was praying to God that it wouldn't be 2 more weeks. I had no intentions of being overdue. Also a concern of ours was that DJ would be out of town when I went into labor. My due date, September 7, was 3 days before DJ would head to Texas for the first away game. I really couldn't imagine what that would be like to have a less than a week old baby (or a baby that was due any minute!) and have my husband leave me. So we also discussed being induced during that appointment. If I was still pregnant the following week at my next appointment, that was probably the route we would take but it was not one that I was thrilled with. My intention was to have a completely drug-free birth and given that you have to start a a birth with drugs when you're induced and those drugs usually cause very hard painful contractions, that didn't sound promising. So my goal that week was to do everything I could to have that baby!

On September 1, I started noticing the Braxton Hicks contractions more and more frequently. That afternoon about 4:00 I decided to start timing them and making a note of the length and time between contractions. (That was weird. I remember thinking, I'm timing my contractions, which is what women do when they think they are going to have a baby. I MIGHT BE HAVING A BABY TODAY. I wasn't too sure I was up for it.) The contractions were 8 minutes apart so I texted DJ and told him that the contractions were more regular but they weren't painful yet. I didn't think he needed to come home from work. I was a little confused about the lack of pain since I thought when I went into labor, I WOULD KNOW because of the PAIN. No pain. So I thought surely this couldn't be the real thing. And yet, the contractions were getting longer, stronger and closer together. That was what they said to look for.

DJ came home from work and I started dinner. We didn't call our parents because I still wasn't sure if this was the real thing. I was still having consistent contractions but they still weren't hurting. I remember feeling like this was all so weird because I had never had a baby before and I didn't want to freak out about some little contractions that weren't even hurting. But they were getting slightly closer together and a little longer. I called Esther and told her what was happening but I said I didn't really know when I should go into the hospital because I was so confused by the lack of pain. Esther said to just continue monitoring the contractions and when they were about 5 minutes apart to come in. I figured, and I think she did to, that we would be headed in later that night.

However, we made it through the night. I remember waking up around 2 am and noticed that the contractions had started hurting a little but since nothing seemed urgent, I went back to sleep. I was really hoping to get a full night of sleep in before I had to exert my energy having this baby! I finally got up about 6 and took a shower. By 8, the contractions were 6 or less minutes apart and definitely hurting. I could still somewhat talk through a contraction but it wasn't something that I enjoyed. My body would tense up and I would just try to breath normally but I knew it was time. I just remember sitting on the couch with Maia and thinking "here we go!"

We got our things together, headed to the hospital and called our parents along the way. I remember feeling excited, a little nervous and ready. I was finally going to meet this baby that I had been growing for the past 39 weeks and 2 days!

Since we were going to the hospital during its normal operating hours, we were able to enter through normal admissions (as opposed to the night when we had the little scare when I was 36 weeks along and had to be admitted through the ER). Since the contractions weren't really that close (but close enough), again, it felt weird saying that I was there to have a baby. I mean, you always see on tv with the woman breathing really heavy and yelling that she's having a baby and someone rushes a wheelchair over to her. But in all reality, it was very calm. When I had a contraction while I was filling out paperwork, I just waited for it to pass and then continued what I was doing. Thankfully there wasn't much paperwork TO do since we had completed most of it that night we came in to the ER. And then a wheelchair did come and we made our way calmly to the room where I would labor and deliver. (I now know how great it is that we never had to leave the room we started in. I was able to make myself at home and not have to worry about being carted all over the place as I progressed through labor and then finally delivered the baby.)

At this point, time kind of moved in a blur and things progressed fairly quickly (for a first time mother). I changed into a gown, they hooked me up to some monitors to see how I was progressing and confirmed that I was, in fact, having contractions. And consistent, "good" ones they were. I remember being happy to hear that because I really didn't want to get sent home. In fact, the one time that they said I could go home and labor there since it seemed like the contractions weren't really getting much closer together (they stayed at 4 minutes apart for what seemed like a long time), I was quick to say no. If anything, that made me more determined to do everything I could to move things right along. I did NOT want to go home and have to wait any longer. Once they finished monitoring me, I declined having an IV or meds so I could do some walking. As I said before, my intentions were to have a drug-free birth so I knew I had to stay upright as much as possible to allow gravity to work its magic. I also declined a hep lock which would allow fluids to be quickly and easily administered but I knew that if I gave myself that "out" it may become too easy to take later on.

Esther was so great at giving me all sorts of ideas. When one thing seemed to stop working, she would suggest something else to help with the pain. First I walked the halls around and around and around, leaning on DJ anytime I would have a contraction. I have a feeling this was probably a little embarrassing for him and it would have been an embarassing situation for me too since I tend to be a bit shy about showing pain or being out of my comfort zone but I just buried my face in his neck and focused on breathing until the contraction ended and then we kept walking. I'm sure I looked a little funny and one of the nurses even commented that my gown was hanging funny in the back under my robe but I didn't really care. I was so afraid of the labor stopping or of it lasting forever that I was willing to do anything. And thankfully the floor wasn't all that busy at the moment.

When the walking got old and the contractions were getting stronger, we went back to the room and I tried sitting on an exercise ball. I really didn't care too much for that method. I tried it for a little while but I couldn't get in a comfortable enough position so Esther suggested using the bed and leaning over the bed when I would have a contraction. That worked for a long time and it seemed to work but again the contractions were getting even stronger and I started thinking that maybe I couldn't do this without drugs. At first, any time I mentioned pain or that I might need an epidural after all eventually, DJ was quick to offer going to get a nurse. Finally I told him that was not helping my goal of trying to have a natural birth and that I needed him to try to distract me or offer me other drug free options instead. He was so great after that and I couldn't have done it without him.

At one point Esther wanted to check how I was progressing so I got back into bed and let me tell you, that. was not. a pleasant. experience. It was so painful, worse than any of the contractions that I had been having, and it made me cry. So she promised she wouldn't check me again until I was ready to push and I don't think I would have let her anyway. I feel so bad for those poor women that get checked multiple times just for the doctor's sake or peace of mind or whatever. That was a horrible thing.

After we found out that I was about 6 or 7 cm dilated, I decided to get in the bath tub. I sat in the tub with the jets on for a good long while. That was a great place to labor and I would possibly consider a water birth the next time I have a baby because the water just makes you so weightless and relieves some of the pressure. Plus the warm water is very soothing.

After getting out of the tub, again time is a blur and I have no idea of any of the times for anything other then when we got to the hospital and when Jayden was born, but after getting out of the tub, I really didn't feel like walking anymore but I didn't want to lay down because I was afraid of labor slowing down so Esther suggested that I kneel backwards on the bed, when it was in an upright position, and hold on to the top and sink down on my heels each time I had a contraction. I would never have thought of doing any of this so I was so grateful she was there. Since we were fortunate that no one else was having a baby right then that needed her assistance, she was able to act as my doula as well. I will forever be so grateful to her. She was awesome!

At some point, I decided that I kind of felt like pushing but since this was an entirely new experience to me, I didn't know what that was supposed to feel like! I was so confused so I think part of the reason that I really didn't push all that long (only 45 minutes, which actually seems like a long time to me but since then, I have heard "horror" stories of pushing for HOURS) but anyway, I don't think I pushed very long because I started pushing before my body was fully ready. Obviously I'll know better for next time but this first time was a learning experience. At some point, my water broke. I believe it was right before Jayden's head appeared and then I remember seriously thinking that I was going to literally split apart. It's probably good that I'm writing this now and not right after he was born because at this point, I would have started going on and on about how incredibley horrible it was but now, I just remember knowing and thinking it was horrible but I don't actually remember vividly why it was so horrible, if that makes any sense. But anyway, I just know that once Jayden made his appearance, I was just so glad it was over. And thank God that the memory is biased and in this case, I only remember the good things.

Unfortunately there was some meconium in the amniotic fluid when my water finally broke, so they had to call Dr. Kleppinger (Dr. Klep), Jayden's doctor, who acts as the "neonatal care" since there is no neonatal unit at the Laramie hospital. As soon as Jayden was born they took him directly over to the warming bassinet and started working on him. I'm not sure of these details since I was still presently occupied, but I'm told they were cleaning out his mouth and trying to get him to cry. They brought him over to me for a minute and I remember looking at him and thinking, "ohhhhh. This is MY baby. But oh my gosh, I'm still in so much pain." Needless to say the euphoria of the moment did not make me forget that I still needed to deliver the placenta and be stitched up ( I had a small tear). I was still in quite a bit of pain.

I do remember however feeling so incredibly in love with DJ as soon as it was over. I really didn't think I would be weepy or dramatic about the moment and I didn't cry (DJ did which the nurses LOVED. They said they just love seeing a dad who is so into the moment and totally THERE with his wife.) But I was surprised at how close I felt to DJ. He was so fantastic through the whole delivery. He was everything I needed when I needed it and he always said the right things and I never once got mad at him. He will tell you though that at one point I attempted to strangle the life out of him. But this was completely unintentional I assure you. I was pushing with every fiber in my body and I guess I just tugged on him a little too hard at one point. I can't say I feel bad about it considering the circumstances. I was having a baby for goodness sake and I can't be held responsible for whatever I did to make it happen. (I tease of course.)

So they took Jayden to the nursery and DJ went with him. Meanwhile Esther finished up the process of delivering the placenta and giving me some stitches. Now this is the part where I was very misinformed. People have always told me and I've always seen on the birthing shows that this part is not supposed to hurt! I was supposed to be in this love-induced haze where I only had eyes for my newborn baby but hello! This was a painful hour! And I had no baby to at least partly distract me! And my husband was not there either! Definitely the second worst part of the whole process. I'd almost consider having an epidural the next time if only to just avoid all that pain afterwards.

I feel like I should probably stop here and continue later in Part 2 since this much of the story has taken me quite awhile to write and at this point, Jayden may be 6 months old before I finish. But I will finish Part 1 by saying that I am so glad that I was able to do the whole labor and delivery with no drugs whatsoever. Plus since I was good about drinking water the whole time, I didn't even need an IV. I really hope to do it the same way next time. I firmly believe that all the moving around that I did during labor helped with a natural delivery. And Esther was also a key component. I will never deliver with a doctor. I will always have a midwife. And maybe I'll even have other options next time like a water delivery. Oh and I would hope to never have to deliver without my husband there. Those three things made my delivery "magical". (I say that with quotation marks because really, delivery is anything but magical which evokes notions of fairy dust and warm fuzzy feelings. But it was magical in the sense that it is a miracle and a natural part of life that ends with the best reward a person could ever ask for.)

Bon Appetit! and the Topic of Eyes

Jayden's eye color seems to change every day. Some days the color is a navy blue, other days they seem to be green like the above picture, other times they are the prettiest blue with a gold ring around the middle. At this point, I have no idea what color they will end up being but it's fun watching them change right now! I've heard hazel eyes seem to change color depending on the surroundings so maybe that's what he'll end up having.

See, in that picture, they look blue!

And now on to some other news...

It was a momentous occasion for DJ and I the other night. We ordered Jayden's high chair and it finally came in the mail! Which meant....that Jayden would get to join us at the table for the first time and we would (sort of) eat dinner as a family! But first the chair had to be put together...

Jayden enjoyed watching his daddy try to figure out the intricacies of the Tripp Trapp.

I have a feeling we're going to see that look of amazement on Jayden's face a lot as he grows up and follows his daddy around watching him work on things.

This chair is pretty cool. It will grow with Jayden and once he's graduated to a normal chair, this chair will transition into a normal chair as well and anyone can sit on it. Its weight limit is 300 pounds! Plus I think the style is way more fun than a normal high chair too.

Jayden was excited as we were to try it out!

Just a feeeew more adjustments and then we'll be all set. There's a "baby set" that attaches to the part where he's sitting, so it will hold him in. That part will be removed once he gets a little older and then there are just normal straps that keep him on the chair.
 

Jayden and I took a few more pictures while we waited...

We love when that little chin makes its appearance once in awhile. Usually its tucked securely in his chest.

 

And then it was ready!

Ha! This picture makes me laugh because I had literally TWO seconds to push the button on the camera and run to my seat and act like I was eating dinner. Thus the rigid posture. So funny.

We're almost positive Jayden LOVED being at the table with us. He was happy the entire time. And all his friends joined him as you can see.

His little feet fit perfectly on the footrest too. I didn't they would because it seemed way too low before we put him in the seat but sure enough!

 I asked DJ how he felt about having Jayden sitting at the table with us and here was his response...

He was so excited all day and couldn't wait to get home from work to put together the chair and then have dinner.

Jayden spent the rest of dinner chewing on his toys (his favorite pasttime as of late) and shaking the bejeezus out of them (thank you Greggy from the Next Great Baker for my new favorite word.)

And then it was time to be done.

Goodness gracious, do all parents think their kids are cute even when they are mad and crying? That could be bad news. I don't know how I'm going to be taken seriously, or how he's going to feel taken seriously, if all I can do is laugh when he gets upset.

I am so excited to start feeding him solid foods! We'll try it in another month or so but I can tell Jayden is getting close to being ready for solid foods because he is always watching me when I eat. He watches the utensil with food as it travels from my plate to my mouth. And today he even reached out for my pretzel when I showed it to him.

Jayden Milestones: Jayden is reaching for things all the time now. Things constantly catch his eye and he instantly reaches out for them. Soon, I will need to be very careful about what is within his reach, especially when I have him on my lap near the table. Jayden's new favorite activity is his jumper that we borrowed from friends of ours. He can spend a lot of time in there going up and down, up and down. It's probably just as entertaining to us as it is for him! He is so cute when he jumps. His face lights up, he lets out squeals and giggles as his arms flap and his little feet just go, go, go! He's also starting to roll over a little more now. The other day with the nanny, he rolled from his back to his stomach and back to his back! He's very close to sitting up on his own. His favorite positions are typically either sitting or standing with our assistance.

Love this!

I just had to share this real quick. Meg shared it on her blog and it's too adorably cute not to share immediately.



I don't even know that song but I love it now. I hope DJ gets to enjoy a daughter like I'm sure that daddy enjoys his daughter. I get to enjoy mother/son things and it's only fair that DJ should get to enjoy father/daughter things.

These are the days...

Sometimes I find myself in a moment where I just stop and look at my life like a snapshot. Like, here I am, with a baby, working from home, loving my life and I realize that these are the days I'm going to look back on and MISS. I'm always going to strive to live in the moment but it will be inevitable that I'll look back and a part of me will wish for these simple days.

And it also makes me treasure the moments that much more. Each moment, even if it's good or bad.

Even when Jayden is crying and I don't know why, I know that I will miss being able to easily console him by holding him in my arms. His "issues" are so simple right now, and I know one day his "issues" will not go away with a simple hug.

Even when I'm crazy busy at work with a deadline and I don't think there's enough time in the day to get it all done, I know that not everyone gets to work on their deadline and still get to see their family. I still get to kiss my husband when he gets home and nurse my son when he gets hungry and make sure our house is a home.

Even when I DO have to work, I still get to take time to spend moments with friends during the day. And that's exactly what made me stop today, just for the briefest of moments, and realize that life is so good right now. Even though I have a full day of work to get in today, I still got to see my son wake up, get him ready for the day, which is one of my favorite things to do because he is so gosh darn happy in the mornings, and go meet my friends and their kids for a morning walk.

I've never had a group of friends that get together on a consistent basis. I've always been blessed to have one very good friend that I would spend most of my social time with but now I have a group. And it's really not that it's better nor is it worse. It's just different. And I love that we are all friends because we are in a common place in our life and share the same struggles and blessings.

It's so fun to all get together and have all our kids together and I even like the general chaos that comes with having so many kids of different ages together.

Besides myself and Jayden (4.5 months),

there's Addie with Harlee (22 months), Trace and Ashton (7 weeks),

Becky (pregnant with #2 - 14 weeks) with Tyler (14 months),

Mandy is 31 weeks pregnant with #1,

Meredith with Colton (5.5 months) and

Natalie (pregnant with #4 - 25 weeks) with Jace (2), Tevyn (5) and Jayden (7).

We're going to be losing Natalie soon though. Her husband just got a new job so off they go to Indiana. That's the downside of having what we happen to have in common - all our husbands could get new jobs at any moment and then we move away.

But on the flip side, we're always gaining new faces too. We just gained one more new wife, Sarah with Jordan (2).

We all talk about getting a picture of all of us together with our kids because it will be so fun to look at it later and see just how crazy big our group is with the kids and the strollers (and the dogs too when we walk outside).

It's actually really humbling when I look at where I am right now in my life because God has blessed me so abundantly and he's proven to me again and again that He will provide for us just as we need it.

And now, I leave you with wise words from Van Morrison:

These are the days we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You've got to hold them in your heart.

Love Letters - One

Dear Jayden,

Who knew that you would become one of my favorite people to spend time with? I didn't. I didn't know babies could be so interesting. Sure, you can't talk yet. But you tell me things anyway. With your eyes, with your noises and sometimes with your cries. You fascinate me. And you fascinate your daddy too. We spend a lot of time these days just listening to you and watching you.

Last night I took you over to a friend's house and you were my date for the evening. Boys weren't allowed unless they were under the age of 3 so I'm sure glad you fit the criteria. You were a great date. Only once did you leave my side and that was just to be polite and let someone else enjoy your company for a little while. And then you let me know with a look that you were ready to come back and join me for some food. Not once did you take the attention away from anyone else. You were content observing all the chaos around you. And I loved holding you in my arms while chatting with the other women. We were a perfect pair.

I know that you may not always love to spend as much time with your momma but I can tell you that I'm enjoying every moment that I can right now. Just in case you change your mind later. I know that's just part of growing up and figuring out what you like and want. Hopefully you'll eventually learn that I can be pretty interesting too and am worthwhile company.

I just wanted to tell you that I love you (even though you hear it a hundred times or more a day and are shown that many more times with my kisses on your soft round cheeks) and to thank you for all the lovely moments we've been having together.

With love,

Your momma

Breastfeeding Adventures

It feels a little awkward to have the word "breast" in a title on my blog that I know my dad and father in law may read but we're all adults right? And it IS nothing new after all. Breastfeeding is just a fact of life for millions of people all over the world and now for me too. And don't worry, I won't include any pictures on this post.

I've been wanting to write a post about this for awhile because breastfeeding was something that I was very much looking forward to before Jayden was born. I can't tell you why exactly because obviously it wasn't something I had ever done before but I think it was because I knew it could potentially play a significant role in the first year of Jayden's life and in our relationship as mother and son.

However, as far as setting myself up for success, I really didn't do a very good job.

First of all my knowledge of breastfeeding was slim to none before Jayden's birth. I attended one class at the La Leche League (I had intended to attend more but they were only held once a month and between moving from Tennessee and living in Rapid City for a month, I was only in town for the one meeting before Jayden was born.) and started reading a book written by La Leche League International (a very informative book that I would recommend to new breastfeeding mothers, FYI). Other than that I figured I would just, well, figure it out!

Secondly, a lot of the breastfeeding resources will tell you that you need a solid support system in order to be successful in breastfeeding for an entire year. I had some friends who breastfed their kids but they were not very successful past the first few months. The topic of breastfeeding never really came up with other friends that had kids. In fact, it's interesting that the whole topic really isn't discussed that much. Especially now that I know more about it and have learned just how prevalent it is in other cultures. And besides friends, I also never discussed the topic with my own mother or mother-in law. Again, not really something that came up over coffee. So I was 0-2 on the preparation front.

But in spite of the lack of preparation, breastfeeding has been successful. Jayden hasn't had a drop of formula and only one time has he had a bottle. And if you haven't noticed from the pictures, he's growing fine, more than fine really. He's off the charts.

(Regarding that one bottle, during the first week, when Jayden was still trying to figure out how to latch on and I had a TON of milk meaning that it made it even more difficult for him to latch on, he would understandably get so upset. Oftentimes this would happen in the middle of the night so one night, much to my dismay, we decided to feed some pumped milk to Jayden from a bottle. A major no-no because it's especially important those first few weeks that the baby only feed from the breast so there's no nipple confusion. I was so upset that we had given him a bottle that I didn't even consider giving him a bottle again until he was 8 weeks old.)

Anyway it's made me wonder why I've been successful with breastfeeding. Why, when I often give up with other less demanding situations, have I been able to stick it through with this particular thing? And I think it comes down to the fact that I wanted it to work so badly. If any of you know me well, you know that I can be stubborn. OK, I can be really stubborn. A lot of times that quality works against me, but in this case I think that's really all I had going for me. Had I not wanted it to work so badly, I don't think Jayden would have been breastfed past the first 2 weeks. It was incredibly demanding, painful and frustrating. But I kept going because in my mind, if I would have quit, I would have felt like a HUGE failure. And I just couldn't live with that, always wondering if things would have been different if I just kept going. I felt like I had to deal with the pain and just suck it up but let me tell you, it was not easy. And now I'm so so glad that I did stick with it because Jayden and I have pretty much found our groove.

(Please note that I don't blame anyone or look down on anyone or think anyone is a failure if they didn't breastfeed or didn't breastfeed very long. These are all my own personal sentiments about myself and myself only. The end.) 

Probably about 3 months in, I could say that breastfeeding was no problem. I had pretty much encountered all types of different scenarios at that point, well... except for one place. I absolutely cannot feel comfortable breastfeeding during a church service. Other women can do it. Not me. I leave church and feed Jayden in the reception hall where there's a couch. That would just be too weird to feed Jayden during Mass. But movie theaters, restaurants, friends' houses, family members' homes, malls, anywhere else, I've got it taken care of. In a few years this probably won't seem like such a huge accomplishment but, as my mother has often reminded me since I had Jayden, it is very unusual for me to feel so comfortable just "whipping out a boob" sotospeak, in front of anyone and everyone. (Thank you mom for reminding me that I am no longer as bashful as I once was. Childbirth has a way of doing that to a person.) And anyway, I'm all covered up for heaven's sake.

I definitely hope to share more of my experiences with others like myself, pre-Jayden, and I also hope that, because I do feed Jayden in public, it will become less of an anomaly and there will be a time when people won't even think twice about it. Honestly, the world of blogging has opened my eyes to things that I'm so glad I found out about before I had Jayden. Because others were willing to be frank about their views on breastfeeding (and other "crunchy" topics [FYI, crunchy = earthy, hippy, etc]), I was able to learn from them and in turn, make a great decision for myself and my baby.

I could probably go on and on but I will end here for now and just say that, in case you are wondering, I won't be one of those people that breastfeeds their kid till he's 4 or 5 years old. That will not be me. I may be a little crunchier then some, but I am not THAT crunchy.

I'm an Exercising Fool

Today has been a great day already! I finally made it out this morning to go walk with the other wives/moms that I know here in Laramie before my nanny arrived and I had to get to work. I have seriously been trying to go walking since we moved here and I'm just now getting my act together. These women walk almost every day - it's actually pretty impressive because almost all of them have young kids (all WILL have kids in another month or two - one of them is due in March with her first baby) so it takes a little more effort to get out there. But I guess it's better late than never for me!

It felt so good to get some exercise in finally! I also got outside and walked over to a friend's house yesterday afternoon since we were having somewhat of a heat wave - I think it got up to 30 degrees. My exercise goal is coming to fruition and I couldn't be more thrilled. I can't wait to have my non-jiggly tummy back. I have a new Xbox game coming in the mail today as well. It's an exercise game that works with the Kinect so between the walking and the game, I should have my 6 pack again in no time at all (ha, ha, as if I could ever be devoted to working out enough to have a 6 pack!)

Since I really don't have an entire post to devote to these pictures, I'll just post them randomly here.

DJ's boss took his staff out to dinner the other night so Momma and Jayden (and Daddy of course) were headed out on the town. Jayden was dressed to the nines in his blue jeans.

Jayden likes to bury his head into my shoulder when he sleeps. Sometimes I'm not even sure he has room to breathe but right there on Momma's shoulder is where he likes it. And of course that's right where I like him too.

I caught Jayden sucking his thumb while he was sleeping the other day. Sadly, it won't be so cute in a few months when we'll need to break him of that habit but for now I console myself by the fact that he doesn't seem too attached to it.

We love to lay on the floor and talk to Jayden and he seems to love it too!