Clynn Bryant Wilkins

May 1st 2010

Yea I am TWO!!!!!

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear, Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair

So Clynn has this thing with fuzzies. And now he has a monkey that has hardly any fuz left. Let me explain.   Since Clynn was a bitty baby he has always loved fuzzies. He loved playing with my hair. Loved fuzzy blankets, and loved CARPET! He would lay on his baby blanket and scoot and until he was off of it and I would find him sucking on the carpet. Gross since I hated our carpet bought by previous owners with dogs.... ugh!   Anyways that is a different story for a different day :)

As Clynn got older his obsession grew. Especially since I continued to let him use the baby blanket our sweet friend Sylvia Gledhill had made out of a very fuzzy blanket. He also is a MAJOR THUMB SUCKER!!!! We could not keep his thumb out of his mouth. We eventually figured out that if he had a fuzzy blanket in hand he was more apt to suck his thumb. So we removed the fuzzy blanket during awake hours. During naps he was allowed the blanket because he was going to suck his thumb regardless in his crib. We had no control of that. What happens in the crib, stays in the crib, right?  Unfortunately not always true, but again that is a story for another time.  So do you think our strategy worked? Do you think taking his blanket away during the day helped him not to suck his thumb? Well the answer is no. Why? Because he would find random fuzzies all over the house and in would go the thumb. I would find balls of my hair that he had found on the bathroom floor rolled up in his sweaty little palm. Or perhaps some lint from a sweater, or some fuzz from the living room rug. He was genius in ways to find new fuzzies. And I could not keep them out of his hand. He would pick up a stray string from a sewing project of mine and in would go the thumb. Ugh! Nothing Danny and did would keep those fuzzies out of his hand, and thumb out of the mouth. Danny even put socks on his hands to keep fuzzies out but he would work the sock until he had pulled a piece off from the inside and we would find a rolled up sweaty string in his palm :)

Here is Clynn with his monkey and his fuzzy blanket. And yes that is Hyrum in the background sucking his thumb. He also is a thumb sucker, but only in bed, and he doesn't have an affinity to fuzz, just his horse and his blanket with the special tag :)

So what does this have to do with Monkeys you may have asked? Well, this is the best part of the story!  I have a green little monkey that I have owned for a very long time. Years. I gave this monkey to Clynn because he always wanted to play with it. Gee, I wonder why? It was covered with FUZZ! Bright green soft fuzz!  So I gave it to Clynn and he sleeps every single night with this monkey lying on his chest, arm up beside Clynn's cheek as he squeezes it close. It is pretty cute to see him and his favorite monkey.

Here is the famous fuzzy monkey. He used to look so much nicer :)   Notice his arms are starting to bald.

As I got better at cleaning and Clynn found less and less fuzzies around the house, it became very apparent to him that he would have to get fuzzies from his bed in the morning before I got him out and all chances of having a fuzzy would be gone! So during the night he would get fuzzies from his blanket, and then finally one night he realized that he could pull them off of his monkey even though it took some effort, more than was usually required. But he did it, and he loved it! Not only was it a fuzzy, but it was a fuzzy from his favorite green monkey! Which leads us to the best part of the story.

And here is his backside! This monkey has a skin disease where all his hair is falling off like the dogs in Venezuela :)

Now when I go to Clynn up in the morning, the second I open his door, and turn on his light. He stands up as quick as he can and goes to work on his monkey trying to pull frantically every last piece of fuzzy from it that he can before I get to him and all chances of creating a large fuzz supply in his palm are lost.   ooooh my silly, cute little Clynn. The first time I saw this I laughed myself to tears, now I worry sometimes about his mental state :)  Not really. I too love fuzz, who doesn't?

 Clynn Bryant Wilkins 
20"  8 lbs.   3:33pm  May 1st 2010

This was a very special moment for me. I am so glad the hospital had just lifted their restrictions, and Hyrum was allowed to come see us. My two little warriors!

Clynn's Birth Story...
I received so much help by Heavenly Father in getting this sweet little boy into my arms.
I am so grateful for those that supported me (literally) through the long haul!
I have a wonderful husband and mother that were HUGE pillars of strength for me.
And Tracie was a gift from Heavenly Father whom knew I would need the extra support to
get through this one.

My Story...
Danny and I went in to my Dr. App. to do a stress test and ultra sound. My doctor whom is there as a back-up to my midwife said the placenta looked old and that the uterus did not have much fluid around the baby. He ordered us to the hospital for an induction. I had received inspiration already in bringing Danny with me to the app. since he never goes with me except for the 1st ultrasound.

We got our stuff, went to the hospital to start a series of 4 gel inserts which induced labor and got my body ready to have Clynn. After 12.5 painful hours I had only dilated to a 5 which I got stuck at for 4 hours and then my labor completely dwindled to a contraction here and there! It was very frustrating emotionally! I was tired, especially after being sick all week and not sleeping well with that and the pregnancy.

Danny and I went into the bathroom and talked, and I cried, and we prayed. We decided to wait an hour without doing anything so that I could rest, and we could better determine our next step. The doctor wanted to break my water and give me pitocin. I knew that would lead down a path that might change my birthing plan. I also was wanting an epidural because I was so emotionally down and obviously because... BIRTHING A BABY HURTS! :]

After an hour I was feeling better, then in walked JO the new nurse. Who by the way is the bomb! I was still contemplating getting an epidural. In my mind it was impossible to do natural birth with pit. I also thought the contractions would come on HARD right from the beginning and I was a little scared :) why? because BIRTHING A BABY HURTS! :] Well Jo overheard us and said, Trisha. You can do it. I did! It boosted me and I was determined again. They started it low and upped it every half hour. Contractions came, they got worse, I got more cranky and focused in my zone :)

They checked me 8 hours later and I was still at a 6-7. Midwife was on her way to break my bag of waters, and I was so mad! I was hurting and wanted Clynn out! I couldn't imagine going 8 more hours! I prayed. Sitting on the toilet :) I felt the need to start pushing, and I did though everyone kept saying DON'T! I ignored them. My water broke! woohoo! And I felt all the same feelings physically that I had with Hyrum and I knew it was time. I started bearing down, out of MY control now. The midwife showed up and Tracie was like "you can't have your baby on the toilet, let's move!" :) I bore down once more there, made it to the bathroom door and did it again, made it to the bed...again, made it on the bed, and then OUT came CLYNN!
It hurt, It was amazing, It hurt some more, and it was a miracle!

The best part of it was the bond that was formed between me and those involved as we were all apart of the miracle, and they witnessed the spirit of God's work in action. I loved my mom, and husband and Tracie before... but we have a special bond now. And it only gets stronger with Danny and I through each new baby.

Our Lord knows all, and the prayers said to him during those 20 hours from me were answered, and I received the help I needed when I needed it most.

Sweet little boy! He looks a lot like his brother! But his face has it's own uniqueness and he was born with more color to his skin, and with brunette hair.
So, no more red heads for us right now....

My little guy was tuckered out after his first bath!

Like Father... Like son!