Archive | August, 2012

Takin ’em two at a time

28 Aug

Navy decided today that he was going to climb the stairs. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time I just stopped everything and said, Oh dear God, here we go. Let’s do this. And I watched him from a safely distant closeness. Notice I didn’t say a safely close distance. Cause I was more distant than close. I mean, I needed to be far enough away to get good pictures. CPS, hai, here’s a $20, now be on your way.

This is roughly where he was when I noticed he was trying to make a break for it. I have a minute and 20 second long video of the whole thing but I’ll spare you because turns out watching a baby climb stairs is about as entertaining as watching your pedicure dry only it doesn’t smell like plumeria and there isn’t a chorus of Vietnamese being spoken in the background.

Right around this point he started getting a little weebly, and Lola was all “You can doooo it ::Yippity yip yip ah-woooo::” followed by some major french smooching which Navy simultaneously loved and hated, as evidenced by the laugh/cry manic freakout that ensued. And then, just a moment later, he got a taste of sweet victory.

And he was all, “ZOMG THAT WAS AWESOME!!” He owns those stairs. He is the Stair Master.

Way to go Navy. I’m your biggest fan already. You could totally be a professional stair climber (but I don’t think that you’ll have much of a future in that, so let’s just use this as a jumping off point for your next big adventure) (Also, I’m glad this was fun for you, but a gate is being erected immediately to prevent any further sneak attacks. Love always, your fun killing mother).


Kindness Matters

25 Aug

I went to Indianapolis on a work-related day trip this week and came home with a sticker for my car (even though Stockton made his feelings on car stickers VERY CLEAR, I GET IT YOU HATE THEM!) because I think it’s a good reminder for not only people on the road, but for me!  Its message? In big white letters: KINDNESS MATTERS. Because it really, really does. I can’t tell you how many days I come home from my errand-running or finish out a day of reading work email correspondence, and my overall feeling is, I wish people were just nicer. Enter: my new philosophy.

Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you. – Princess Diana

A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve. – Joseph Joubert

Kindness is the language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see. – Mark Twain


Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again. – Og Mandino

Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t appreciate kindness and compassion. – Dalai Llama

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. – Aesop

K, now go be nice to people. You are dismissed.


Birth Story: Part II

23 Aug

Read Part I here.

Suffice to say, I didn’t sleep much that night because I was so anxious (despite the sleeping pill the hospital staff insisted I take). Daddy got to the hospital bright and early Saturday morning and our first labor nurse, Susan, came to get us and take us to our delivery suite. The whole process began at 7 am. Addendum: I made sure to wake up early, shower, blow dry my hair, apply full makeup and put dangly earrings in for this occasion. It was worthless in the end.

After getting settled in, Susan hooked up my IV fluids which kept me hydrated all day, as well as the Pitocin to start my labor.  Mamie came to visit (and snuck in Snickers bite size candies for me since I technically wasn’t supposed to eat anything).  Throughout the day, various visitors stopped in, including Papa, Grandma Anita, Aunt Deedee, Aunt KK and Great Aunt Jill. 

Susan continued to increase my Pitocin dose gradually during the day to help my contractions become more intense.  Daddy and I asked Susan what the maximum dose of Pitocin was (just out of curiosity) to which she replied “20 units per hour” (at the time, I was receiving 10 units per hour).  I was bouncing on the exercise ball and feeling quite good, so I asked for an increase in Pitocin while Daddy stepped outside with Grandma A to get a bite to eat. Susan increased the Pitocin and I returned to bed because the increase was definitely intensifying the pain!! Mamie looked at my Pitocin monitor and noticed it said 36 units PER MINUTE (remember, she had just told us that the maximum dosage was typically 20 units per HOUR).The 36 units per MINUTE was a dangerous amount to be receiving (to say the least). After gently bringing it to Susan’s attention (who was totally panic-stricken and very upset and apologetic about her mistake) the Pitocin was reduced to a safe level and we were able to regroup and proceed safely.  Yet another way God was looking out for us – why in the world would I, someone who knows NOTHING about medicine AT ALL, need to ask about the typical dosage of Pitocin?? THAT’S why!

By afternoon, I still wasn’t very dilated when Susan checked me.  At 2:00, I received a visit from Dr. Ferguson (who had been on call for 100 hours I think by now!!) who confirmed that I still wasn’t quite 2 cm dilated (the minimum dilation to break my water).  However, he was able to break it anyway! I was so happy to make it to that step! Progress! And there was no turning back then! After that, things did progress well, and by evening I was ready for my epidural, which was not the best experience in and of itself. As I had experienced during my spinal tap in the spring, the doctor was struggling to find a space between my vertebrae to fit the needle. I was in pain from both the contractions AND the epidural and Daddy got really woozy from watching the doctor try and fail to administer the epidural. Let’s just say we were glad when it was finally over! I got complete abdominal relief, but my lower body, from my waist down, was unaffected by the block (which would come in very unhandy later on). 

At about 10pm, my new nurse, Michele (who was AWESOME!) noticed that with each contraction, your heartbeat was dipping a bit. The resident doctor suggested putting me on oxygen so that YOU would be adequately oxygenated, and they also decided at that time to put a new type of fetal heart rate monitor on you, which was a tiny screw placed in the top of your head 😦 Poor baby was born with a boo boo. 

For a few hours, I remained on oxygen while my new doctor, Dr. Byrne, was at St. Joe Hospital finishing up a C-Section delivery. It was a bit nerve-racking to be all hooked up to so many machines, and Daddy was especially uneasy, so we were relieved when 1:00 rolled around and it became VERY evident based on some very intense pain (remember, my epidural didn’t work below the belt) that it was time to start pushing. I was in so much pain that I was extremely motivated to get you out!! In 2o minutes from when the doctor arrived, you were born and Daddy made the announcement “It’s a boy!”

It was a very emotional moment, and when they placed you on my chest, I looked at you and could not believe you were actually here. For all the pain, all the stress of being hospitalized, and all of the uncertainty, we couldn’t have had a more perfect delivery.  We felt so strongly that God was guiding everything that happened, and we were SO glad you were healthy and fully cooked even though your due date wasn’t until December 22. 

The doctors told me I slam dunked you, and hence you were born with some bruises on your gourd. Ironically, that was 37 weeks after you were created (I almost just said 37 weeks after the Big Bang, meaning CREATION not y’know, banging, and then I felt that was too graphic, but then I went and said it anyway within the security of parentheses as if that somehow negates the implication of that phrase…). As I was saying, you were born with a bruised head. Now, another 37 weeks later, you have a bruised head from banging around the house like a kamikaze baby ball of head busting, boundless energy. I counted 2 fresh bruises just today, and everywhere I go, I make excuses for why you look like someone beat you with a Fisher Price cell phone (technically SOMEONE did, but that SOMEONE is YOU, so KNOCK IT OFF!).

You’re my sweet, lovable, adorable, handsome, hilarious, toothy, strong, babbly boy. And I love you so much. I love you more than so much. I love you with an aching, powerful, protective depth that you will never understand. But I hope you know, every single day, for the next 37 weeks, months, years and decades, that I’m your mama and I will go to the ends of the earth, I will fight the toughest of battles, I will sacrifice my health, my happiness, my life, to see you thrive and be blessed. You are my boy, and I am your mama. I love you to the end.

Birth Story: Part I

22 Aug

Well, my baby is 37(ish) weeks now. Let’s have a moment of silence as we mourn the passing of time.



I was 37(ish) weeks pregnant when my doctor induced me and sweet Navy boy was born. Which means Mr. Blue has spent as much time outside of my womb as he did inside my womb. And might I just note here that the last 37 weeks have been much (MUCH MUCH OHMIGOSHSOMUCH) more enjoyable than the previous 37 were. But as I spend a few moments being nostalgic that the time is passing ever so quickly and my boy is growing much too fast, I’m going to reminisce and post my birth story in two parts. This is free from my usual snarky, pithy drivel because this is literally going to be me sitting here typing out the 14 page (apparently I was long winded) journal entry I wrote to summarize my hospital and birth experience when Navy was born.

Without further ado, 37 weeks ago:

We found out we were pregnant in the beginning of April. It was the best news we had ever received and we couldn’t do anything but look forward to the day we could finally hold you in our arms. 

It was a long 36 weeks leading up to your arrival.  I struggled throughout the whole pregnancy with morning sickness, and early in the pregnancy was briefly hospitalized for a migraine that required a painful and tricky spinal tap.

On Tuesday, November 29th, I decided, as I often did, to visit Mamie and Papa’s house on my way to work.  Earlier that morning, I thought I might be experiencing my water breaking, but didn’t have enough evidence to go to the hospital.  I did, however, call Aunt KK (my go-to pregnancy consultant!) and also my doctor who advised me to “keep an eye on it.”  After visiting with Mamie for a bit, it was time to head to work, but just as I was leaving, I had the startling realization that what I thought was my water breaking earlier, was now bleeding.  I called the doctor again and as calmly as possible explained the situation, even though on the inside I was screaming (and ok, on the outside I was crying and scared, too). Immediately, Mamie and I got in the car and headed to the hospital where Daddy met us.

The doctor on call was Dr. Ferguson, a doctor I hadn’t seen much of during my pregnancy (which caused me to be somewhat reluctant), but did know as a long time friend of the family and doctor who has helped both Aunt KK and Mamie during their pregnancies as well. 

They checked me into triage where I was examined by Resident Dr. Houghton and Dr. Ferguson.  Neither doctor was concerned about the bleeding, which surprised me, and I was definitely not in labor, so I should have gone home. After taking my vitals, though, the nurse noticed that my blood pressure was higher than they liked. Dr. Houghton guessed that I was just stressed, given the circumstances, but Dr. Ferguson wanted to keep me. Exactly 21 years (+ 1 day) prior, Dr. Ferguson was the attending physician when Mamie delivered Aunt Mara, your angel aunt. Because of that history, and the startling closeness in timeline, he wanted to admit me to the hospital for closer monitoring rather than send me home on blood pressure medicine and bed rest. It was at that moment that I realized God had timed it perfectly for me to go to the hospital when Dr. Ferguson was on call, despite having not spent many pregnancy appointments with him.

By afternoon, I was settled into the Special Care Obstetrics unit in a beautiful room (that Mamie and her business, Orange Tree, helped to decorate!). They put me on blood pressure medicine and came in every two hours to check my vitals and put fetal heart rate and contraction monitors on me. Your heart sounded beautiful which gave everyone lots of reassurance that despite my volatile blood pressure, you were doing great. 

During my stay in the Special Care Obstetrics unit, my blood pressure continued to be unsafely high, raising concern that I may become preeclamptic. During one particular blood pressure check (which yielded a VERY high blood pressure), the nurse instructed me to lay on my side for twenty minutes, after which she would check me again and see if there was any improvement. Sure enough, the reading was perfect after such careful immobility.  Feeling despaired and irritated by the circumstances, I burst into tears at the thought of spending the next 3 weeks expected to lay still on my side (not even on my back!) as that appeared to be the only position that could regulate my blood pressure. I started hearing the nurses make guesses that I would be induced if I didn’t go into labor naturally and sure enough, when Dr. Ferguson (my guardian angel) came to check on me on Friday morning, he began the induction process by giving me 3 doses of a drug called Cidotek, used to soften and dilate the cervix. By evening I was experiencing mild contractions but Dr. Ferguson saw very little cervical change.  He told me to get a good night’s sleep and in the morning they would put me on Pitocin.


Part 2 – Labor!!!

Working clothes that are something other than sweatpants for a change

4 Aug

My first business trip for Courtney Bock Designs was about two weeks ago.  I was exhibiting the line at the Chicago Living and Giving / Beckman’s Trade Show, where hundreds of other exhibitors in the gift, baby and handmade industry were showcasing their wares. Right along with little ol’ me.  It was totally nerve-wracking and exciting to be an exhibitor, and I came away from the whole experience feeling totally invigorated and go-get-em about CBD.  I think obnoxiously so.  But it was the best I’ve felt about the future of the company in, um, ever. I was PUMPED! And also HIGHLY CAFFEINATED!!! And so I spend the long exhibition hours making a 1 year plan and a 5 year plan and new product sketches and new logos and overall kicking some major boo-tay in the administrative arena. And in addition to covering some major ground on the goal-setting front, I got some great new orders and am super excited to have picked up several new boutiques who will be carrying Courtney Bock Designs (!!!). It’s really exciting to know that in other parts of the country, people can be shopping in their favorite stores and find MY stuff. That people I don’t know or have never met or seen will be wrapping their babies in MY blankets, and dressing their kids in MY bodysuits and baking cookies in MY aprons. Like, that’s awesome. Point blank. It makes me giddy.

While I was there, I made a point to chronicle each of my outfits on instagram (username courtneybschultz in case you feel so inclined to follow me) which was only slightly awkward and narcissistic, I KNOW, but it was all so I could report back here that yes, in fact, people will buy products from someone wearing yellow pants. Now you know. I’ve been inspired by my new favorite fashion blog which I’ve mentioned before (J’s Everyday Fashion) so in the style of J herself, here is a little breakdown of my werking gerl outfits in all of their glory.

Day 1


Blouse: Ann Taylor Loft (here)

Belt: Michael Kors from TJ Maxx (Similar here but mine is camel leather instead of logo)

Pants: Forever 21 (here)

Shoes: Lucky Brand (here)


Day 2:

Blouse: Francesca’s Collection (here)

Belt: Same

Pants: Seven for All Mankind “Dojo” in black (bought on Gilt, but also here)

Shoes: Same

Watch: Anniversary gift from le babe daddy


Day 3:


Blouse: Francesca’s Collection (belongs to my sister, SHARING IS AWSOME – here)

Skirt: TJ Maxx, can’t help ya there.

Shoes: Same

Belt: Same


Evening 3:

Jeans: Joe’s (here)

Shoes: Tory Burch Flip Flops (sold out and have since been eaten by my dog. effin a)

Purse: Michael Kors from Marshall’s circa 2010ish


Day 4:


Shirt: TJ Maxx (similar-ish here)

Sweater: Target (turquoise not available online, but more colors here)

Jeans: Same

Belt: Same

Shoes: Birthday gift, Tory Burch Reva Flats in Royal Tan (here)


So there you go. Now we can at least say I’ve gotten dressed in real clothes a minimum of 4 times in the last 8 months and I have photographic documentation to prove it, dangit!!!





2 Aug



1 Aug

I recently stumbled upon a new kids shopping site called Wittlebee that is one of many companies jumping on the monthly shipment wagon. I’m about to tell you all about it but don’t worry, I’m not fancy or anything so no companies give an at’s rass about this blog enough to have me write about their products for money (in other words, this isn’t sponsored, just my own two cents and no, there isn’t a coupon code at the end of this post- tough luck).

So I did happen to find a link online (which now I have no idea where to find SOWWY!!) for a discounted first month’s shipment. I believe it was $23 to sign up and get my first shipment. You register for an account and then select your style profile for your kid(s). It asks you a series of questions including what size you need, what climate you live in, what your favorite colors are, and if you need any special items (like swimwear or pajamas).

If you sign up for the program, you receive a box of clothing every month for $39.99 (box contains retail value of at least $100 worth of clothing). I think that’s a pretty good deal, myself, and the brands are VERY high quality. No Walmart up in here. Not that there’s anything wrong with Walmart, we all know how grimy kids can be so it makes sense to dress them economically, which makes this so great. I’m VERY particular about how I dress Navy, so I love that a program exists where he can get cute clothes of great quality for 60% off retail and it’s delivered to my door. And they have 100% satisfaction guarantee so if you aren’t happy with any of your items, send them back! They’ll get you something that you like better.

Here is Navy’s box. I didn’t LOVE everything, but I liked it all. It is all stuff I would dress him in and for a fraction of what I would have paid retail. Plus, it’s fun to open the box and be surprised.

Click here to sign up and get started on your own Wittlebee account. It’s kinda fun, I think you’ll like it. End company endorsement.