Since my last post, I have now been to consignment sales 3 different times (I don't know what I was so nervous about LOL), and don't tell Richard but I have been googling, looking for more in my area to go to :).
I went to the one last Saturday, where I registered to go early as a first time mom, and I was able to find a swing. Its not the plug in electric one that I REALLY REALLY wanted that they had (I saw a picture of it on their facebook page) but its the same type. Its a Fisher Price, Nature's touch cradle swing. It plays music, has nature sounds, a mobile, mirror, play tray with toys on it. But downside its battery powered. But I can get over that, It serves its purpose. It rocks from side to side instead of front to back. She much prefers to be rocked from side to side. Everything that we have that moves she is rocked side to side, so she ended up not liking the swing that we had gotten as a gift from some friends of ours. So I will probably save it and take it to the grandparent's house or sell it online or something like that.
At that particular sale I was able to get lots and lots of toys for her as well for Christmas. I got her 12 mini board books for $2, several outfits for the winter. A bouncy chair for my parent's so I don't have to drag mine over there all the time anymore. and I got a cute penguin bowling set, and a ride to push toy for when she starts to learn to walk, and I got a popping machine, and a talking dog that talks when you push hands and feet and tummy and nose. So she is good with toys for Christmas now. At least that's what I keep telling Richard. I am sure that there will be other things that I will buy her.
On Wednesday I went to a local consignment sale near my house that the PTO of a local school was holding. She didn't have that many winter type clothing in the sizes that she was needing, so I needed to get some sleepers and outfits and things like that. I cleaned up on sleepers. I got 10 of them from sizes 3-6 to 9-12 months, and I didn't pay more than $4 for any of them. I even got 3 of them for $4! Pretty good deal if you ask me. I had also bought a couple of outfits that I really wanted that I didn't want to chance them not having if I went back, I ended up spending about $27. I got the 10 sleepers, 1 coat, and 2 outfits. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself.
Well Friday, I decided to go back. They were having 50% off most of the items, and I wanted to get some actual outfits. I didn't want to spend a whole lot on Wednesday when I went, and I figured that there would be lots left over and I was right. There was a TON. I was able to get probably 10 more outfits, all half price, and they are all separates too. Lots with jeans so they can be used with future children, (girl or boy) so there are tons of posibilties. I also found a ring sling for $4!!!! I couldn't pass it up. I already have a sling, but its a little small, and this is adjustable so it can be used when she gets bigger. Its a deal I couldn't pass up.
But with these past 3 times going to sales, I am completely addicted. I have to go to more to see if I can get that great deal. I just can't help it. I'm a sale junkie anyways, and this just feeds that passion LOL. I don't know how I can hold out till the spring sales when I can get her spring and summer wardrobe stocked :D
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Bunch of nonsense
I may be jinxing myself here, but I think that things have finally evened out. I think that I have finally evened out on the hormones, which probably explains the rash going away finally, and everything that I wrote about a couple weeks ago with the rash, itching, cold, pink eye (which turned out not to be pink eye thank goodness) has finally worked itself out. KNOCK ON WOOD!!! LOL. I have jinxed myself enough times to know that I am a magnet for the universe proving me wrong when I don't use that phrase LOL.
Things have been good. We are starting to find a groove here. I will be doing an official 2 month post next week after we go to her 2 month appointment so that I have her stats, so I don't want to give too much away.
But on a side note, I find that I can look at Leigha and think about her growing up and going to school and getting married even and not burst into tears. At least not every time :D (Hey I'm an emotional person anyway, I gotta have some moments).
Girl is starting to get some cheeks on her, and OH EM GEEEE they are so friggin squishable and KISSABLE. I just love baby cheeks. Its starting to get to the point where she is getting bigger (which I always knew, duh!) but now I am starting to be able to see the differences. She smiles a heck of a lot, although more so when she is waking up or going to sleep, so I guess we are only funny when she's tired. Or when she needs a diaper change actually. LOL. I used to change her in the living room if we were in there because it seemed easier to me, but ever since we had that close call with poop on the couch, I only change her in her room on the washable waterproof changing pad LOL. Anyways, thats beside the point. Whenever we bring her in her room and put her on the table, she breaks into the biggest grins. So either she really likes having her diaper changed or she likes her room. I prefer the latter especially since I worked SO HARD to make it as cute and as fun as possible :)
We are going to our first ever consignment sale tomorrow. I range between nervous and excited. I got a new mom pass, so I get to go early. I am mainly looking for a swing, but if I find some other clothes and toys and things like that, I won't be disappointed. I have to be at my parent's house at 7:30, which means that I will have to leave the house about 6:45, which means I will have to get up and get myself and Leigha dressed and ready to go about 5:30 ish or 6. I'm not looking forward to that part. I anticipate having to feed Leigha while I am at the sale, which I am not opposed to doing, I plan on bringing a bottle anyways. I have a little mini backpack, and I plan on using it because I want to be as hands free as possible. They discourage strollers and things like that because its hard to keep track of if they are brought in or sold, but I will be wearing her, which is not that big of a deal. I'm trying to think quick. I have looked up "consignment how too's on you tube, so I think I am good to go. I will have to keep you posted on how I do on staying within my budget and if I get what I want.
Things have been good. We are starting to find a groove here. I will be doing an official 2 month post next week after we go to her 2 month appointment so that I have her stats, so I don't want to give too much away.
But on a side note, I find that I can look at Leigha and think about her growing up and going to school and getting married even and not burst into tears. At least not every time :D (Hey I'm an emotional person anyway, I gotta have some moments).
Girl is starting to get some cheeks on her, and OH EM GEEEE they are so friggin squishable and KISSABLE. I just love baby cheeks. Its starting to get to the point where she is getting bigger (which I always knew, duh!) but now I am starting to be able to see the differences. She smiles a heck of a lot, although more so when she is waking up or going to sleep, so I guess we are only funny when she's tired. Or when she needs a diaper change actually. LOL. I used to change her in the living room if we were in there because it seemed easier to me, but ever since we had that close call with poop on the couch, I only change her in her room on the washable waterproof changing pad LOL. Anyways, thats beside the point. Whenever we bring her in her room and put her on the table, she breaks into the biggest grins. So either she really likes having her diaper changed or she likes her room. I prefer the latter especially since I worked SO HARD to make it as cute and as fun as possible :)
We are going to our first ever consignment sale tomorrow. I range between nervous and excited. I got a new mom pass, so I get to go early. I am mainly looking for a swing, but if I find some other clothes and toys and things like that, I won't be disappointed. I have to be at my parent's house at 7:30, which means that I will have to leave the house about 6:45, which means I will have to get up and get myself and Leigha dressed and ready to go about 5:30 ish or 6. I'm not looking forward to that part. I anticipate having to feed Leigha while I am at the sale, which I am not opposed to doing, I plan on bringing a bottle anyways. I have a little mini backpack, and I plan on using it because I want to be as hands free as possible. They discourage strollers and things like that because its hard to keep track of if they are brought in or sold, but I will be wearing her, which is not that big of a deal. I'm trying to think quick. I have looked up "consignment how too's on you tube, so I think I am good to go. I will have to keep you posted on how I do on staying within my budget and if I get what I want.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The aftermath
Since I had Leigha, I have had a whole host of problems that have popped up. Some were so bad (at least i think so) that I am pretty proud of myself, and happy that I did not spiral deep into postpartum depression.
***The second night (while I was still in the hospital) I had Leigha in the room late after everyone had left. I was nursing her and my nurse came in to check my vitals. She said to call her when she was done nursing so that she could check my blood pressure and heart rate and breathing and all that good stuff. I had been told by one of the nursery nurses that when Leigha was done she would fall asleep and unlatch herself. Well she was going on for an hour so I tried to take her off, and she screamed bloody murder till I put her back on. This went on for about an hour, with me and her alternately crying because I was exhausted and needed sleep and they wouldn't let her stay with me while I was sleeping, and I thought maybe she wasn't getting enough milk. Finally my nurse came back in and with tears streaming down my face, I told her what was going on. She took one look at Leigha and told me she was using me as a pacifier. And we worked at trying to get her to stop, and finally after many tears I gave in and let her have a pacifier. I didn't want her to have one this early, I wanted to wait the requisite 3-4 weeks that they tell you about online so that we didn't have any problems breastfeeding. That was really rough night and I think I cried for an hour after they took her back to the nursery because I was scared about the decision that I made.
***The first day home was perfect. She slept, Richard and I took naps, and cleaned the house a little. However that night she screamed her head off for 5 hours straight. She didn't want to eat, didn't seem to want to sleep, wasn't wet. I had tried to burp her and nothing happened. I was crying, begging her to stop long enough for her to breathe. I was sure if she did, she would fall asleep, but it didn't happen. I apologized to her numerous times for being her mother because obviously I wasn't doing something right. Richard even joined in the panic and was furiously looking up on the internet "how to stop a baby from crying" Finally I just set her on my knee and trying to get her to calm down and I must have patted her back for 20 minutes and finally she let out the loudest burp, sighed, and fell asleep sitting up. Several more times she would do this at night, and each time with the same result. She was extremely hard to burp.
*** Right after having Leigha, I noticed my stomach starting to itch. I didn't think anything of it. I had bad stretchmarks, and figured they were healing. Then about a week after it spread to my thighs, my chest, upper and lower arms and my legs. It got so much worse whenever I would nurse her. I was literally scratching the skin off my body. I called my OB. I never got to talk to him, I talked to the nurse, who blew my off and said it couldn't be related to the pregnancy, and take a benadryl and drink water. I called my dermatologist who immediately told me over the phone it was a hormone imbalance caused by the delivery. He gave me a cream and pills to take and it cleared up (I have since asked my Dr. about it, he had no idea and was shocked. He named the rashes having to do with pregnancy...one being puritis, which is what I had, and said he probably would have sent me to a dermatologist anyway.
***The latest thing is I have come down with a bad sore throat and cold. I thought that it had gone away, but it is sticking around with a vengance. I can't talk to her or sing to her like I usually do, which I hate, and I can't kiss on her like I usually do, so the house has been quite silent the past couple of days. I've been taking cold meds and I think they are starting to dry up my supply, so I am drinking mothers milk tea and eating oatmeal like its going out of style. Hopefully once I stop, it will come back to normal, and I will be able to stack my supply back up. And this morning, I woke up with two red eyes. I'm hoping its not pink eye and that my cold is just settling in my eyes, which has happened to me before and is really horrible. And I believe I have a double ear infection. I'm headed to the doctor in the morning to find out for sure.
I'm praying that Leigha doesn't get any of this, and every little wimper or cry that she feels a little warm I'm running for the pacifier thermometer. She hasn't gotten anything yet (knock on wood) and pray that she doesn't. I don't know what I would do if she did. I'd feel so bad that I got her sick.
Just once, I would like to enjoy my baby without having to take any medications, or be sick, or worry that something that I am taking or something that is wrong with me is effecting her.
***The second night (while I was still in the hospital) I had Leigha in the room late after everyone had left. I was nursing her and my nurse came in to check my vitals. She said to call her when she was done nursing so that she could check my blood pressure and heart rate and breathing and all that good stuff. I had been told by one of the nursery nurses that when Leigha was done she would fall asleep and unlatch herself. Well she was going on for an hour so I tried to take her off, and she screamed bloody murder till I put her back on. This went on for about an hour, with me and her alternately crying because I was exhausted and needed sleep and they wouldn't let her stay with me while I was sleeping, and I thought maybe she wasn't getting enough milk. Finally my nurse came back in and with tears streaming down my face, I told her what was going on. She took one look at Leigha and told me she was using me as a pacifier. And we worked at trying to get her to stop, and finally after many tears I gave in and let her have a pacifier. I didn't want her to have one this early, I wanted to wait the requisite 3-4 weeks that they tell you about online so that we didn't have any problems breastfeeding. That was really rough night and I think I cried for an hour after they took her back to the nursery because I was scared about the decision that I made.
***The first day home was perfect. She slept, Richard and I took naps, and cleaned the house a little. However that night she screamed her head off for 5 hours straight. She didn't want to eat, didn't seem to want to sleep, wasn't wet. I had tried to burp her and nothing happened. I was crying, begging her to stop long enough for her to breathe. I was sure if she did, she would fall asleep, but it didn't happen. I apologized to her numerous times for being her mother because obviously I wasn't doing something right. Richard even joined in the panic and was furiously looking up on the internet "how to stop a baby from crying" Finally I just set her on my knee and trying to get her to calm down and I must have patted her back for 20 minutes and finally she let out the loudest burp, sighed, and fell asleep sitting up. Several more times she would do this at night, and each time with the same result. She was extremely hard to burp.
*** Right after having Leigha, I noticed my stomach starting to itch. I didn't think anything of it. I had bad stretchmarks, and figured they were healing. Then about a week after it spread to my thighs, my chest, upper and lower arms and my legs. It got so much worse whenever I would nurse her. I was literally scratching the skin off my body. I called my OB. I never got to talk to him, I talked to the nurse, who blew my off and said it couldn't be related to the pregnancy, and take a benadryl and drink water. I called my dermatologist who immediately told me over the phone it was a hormone imbalance caused by the delivery. He gave me a cream and pills to take and it cleared up (I have since asked my Dr. about it, he had no idea and was shocked. He named the rashes having to do with pregnancy...one being puritis, which is what I had, and said he probably would have sent me to a dermatologist anyway.
***The latest thing is I have come down with a bad sore throat and cold. I thought that it had gone away, but it is sticking around with a vengance. I can't talk to her or sing to her like I usually do, which I hate, and I can't kiss on her like I usually do, so the house has been quite silent the past couple of days. I've been taking cold meds and I think they are starting to dry up my supply, so I am drinking mothers milk tea and eating oatmeal like its going out of style. Hopefully once I stop, it will come back to normal, and I will be able to stack my supply back up. And this morning, I woke up with two red eyes. I'm hoping its not pink eye and that my cold is just settling in my eyes, which has happened to me before and is really horrible. And I believe I have a double ear infection. I'm headed to the doctor in the morning to find out for sure.
I'm praying that Leigha doesn't get any of this, and every little wimper or cry that she feels a little warm I'm running for the pacifier thermometer. She hasn't gotten anything yet (knock on wood) and pray that she doesn't. I don't know what I would do if she did. I'd feel so bad that I got her sick.
Just once, I would like to enjoy my baby without having to take any medications, or be sick, or worry that something that I am taking or something that is wrong with me is effecting her.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sleeping
I just love watching this little person sleep.
Its just the sweetest thing EVER!!! I literally spend hours doing this, and I don't even realize that I am. Usually my day starts at 8 am. She gets up, I feed her, and we play a little. This usually consists of us dancing around the house to songs that are made up spur of the moment to tunes that I can't remember the words to anyway. Then she naps. I watch TV, or try to get housework done, but it doesn't, and I couldn't tell you what I watch because I spend most of my time watching her.
She wakes up about 11:30, I feed her, we play some more, some tickling, some playing with her feet, some walking around the house telling her what things are, she naps again. And again I can't tell you what's on TV or what housework needs to be done.
Same thing for her 4:00 feeding.
Richard usually gets her for the 7:00 feeding and I get her back for the 10:00 one, but after that its bedtime, and I lay in bed, in the dark, with just a little light from the alarm clock, just enough to watch that little face smiling at her dreams.
I wonder what she dreams about.
There isn't anything sweeter than watching this little person sleep. I'm so in love with her, and my house is a wreck, and I am so behind on my shows, and I couldn't care less.
She wakes up about 11:30, I feed her, we play some more, some tickling, some playing with her feet, some walking around the house telling her what things are, she naps again. And again I can't tell you what's on TV or what housework needs to be done.
Same thing for her 4:00 feeding.
Richard usually gets her for the 7:00 feeding and I get her back for the 10:00 one, but after that its bedtime, and I lay in bed, in the dark, with just a little light from the alarm clock, just enough to watch that little face smiling at her dreams.
I wonder what she dreams about.
There isn't anything sweeter than watching this little person sleep. I'm so in love with her, and my house is a wreck, and I am so behind on my shows, and I couldn't care less.
Monday, August 29, 2011
One month letter and pictures.
8/24/2011
My dear Beautiful.
I can't believe that you have been here a month already. It literally has been the longest and the shortest month of my life. You are doing fantastic, and you are SOOOO perfect! We took you to the doctor yesterday and you weighed 9 lbs, 11 oz and you are 22 inches long. You are in the 90 th percentile for height, which given your Daddy and me, its pretty much a given that you will be at the top of the charts for that. I will be surprised if you go any lower. And you are in the 75 th percentile for weight. You are perfect. The doctor is pretty proud of your progress in the last month, and we are too.
The first couple of days that we had you home were pretty rough, and I would often wonder what we were doing wrong. You cried for hours upon hours at night, but were a perfect little angel during the day. I think that we were all still learning how to figure each other out. You don't do that as often anymore thank goodness, or at least you don't cry for hours on end. Of course as sure as I'm typing this out, tonight will be a rough one. That's usually how my luck goes.
You are trying to stay up more and more throughout the day. You still love your naps though.recently you have begun to fight yourself going to sleep during the day. The first couple of weeks you were waking up twice a night...at about midnight or 1 o'clock, and then again about 3 or 4 o'clock. You have now knocked that down to once at about 3 or 4 o'clock. Sometimes we are awake to see Daddy leave for work in the morning which I love because he gives you the sweetest little kisses if you are up. If not, he just tells you goodbye so he doesn't wake you up. But a couple of times you have slept straight through the night till about 5 in the morning giving Mommy and Daddy a full 6 hours of sleep! I love you for that my little beautiful!
You are the perfect little snuggle bug. You like to fall asleep on people. Which isn't so bad. But you are also really good at falling asleep in your bassinet if we help you out by wrapping you up tight, giving you your paci and keeping the lights off. You love to be rocked and you love to cuddle with me in Mommy and Daddy's bed after you get up about 7 for your diaper change. If I time it right we usually get another hour of sleep. Its my favorite time of morning. And being in Mommy and Daddy's bed usually calms you down in a heart beat. You love to be in the big bed.
I can tell that you are really starting to notice things around you. You love to stare at the picture of the Parthenon that I painted that is hanging above our couch in the living room. You sit and stare at that painting for hours like its the coolest thing. You are starting to notice the toys on your bouncer and I think you are trying to figure out that you can reach for them. Sometimes your eyes get really big when I shake the rattle. Its so cute. I wonder what goes through your head when I do that.
I keep telling your Daddy that I don't ever want you to get any bigger. You are just so sweet and cuddly and squishy now. He has to remind me that you will get so much more exciting and fun to be around...not to mention all the clothes that I have for you that I will get to dress you up in, and believe me sweetheart there are a ton of them!!! You will be the best dressed girl in the neighborhood that's for sure!!! :D
You have started smiling more and more. I can't always get you to smile, but when I can, you smile so big. You like to smile when I put your on your changing pad and get you with the diaper monster, and when I kiss your cheeks, , when I tickle your neck when you are eating, and when I tickle your sides. You like me to sing a song to you when I change your diaper. Mostly its just me singing to you that "we are gonna take care of it" because you hate to have a wet diaper, so lately when you cry and I am taking you to change it you have begun to notice that you are going to get your diaper changed, so you usually calm right down.
I can already tell a difference in the way you look now from when you were born. For one, you have the longest eyelashes now. You couldn't really see them when you were born, but they are there now. You will love that when you start to wear makeup when you are older...you know about 30 ;). Your hair is also starting to fall out a little. I never noticed it before, but I can tell now. It will grow back though. I wonder if it will be blond like I was when I was little, or dark like Daddy's or light brown like mine. You already look so much like Daddy did when he was little. He is such a handsome guy, so I know you will be an extraordinarily beautiful girl.
You are also starting to get your tears. When we took you to the doctor he had to give you a shot, you cried so hard, I never heard that noise come out of you before, it was definitely a cry caused by pain. I admit that I cried right along with you. Next month at your 2 month check up you will get even more shots, and I am really not looking forward to it. I really don't know how I am going to handle that one. I hate knowing that they are coming and that you will be hurting, and there is no way to let you know about it and no way to stop it from hurting when they do it. I'm crying now just thinking about that. You will learn that about me though, I tend to cry at the drop of a hat.
I love you so much my beautiful. I know this is gonna be a good month (your second) but lets try to not have it go by too fast alright? Lets take this growing up thing nice and slow.
I love you my Beautiful girl. Happy one month birthday!
My dear Beautiful.
I can't believe that you have been here a month already. It literally has been the longest and the shortest month of my life. You are doing fantastic, and you are SOOOO perfect! We took you to the doctor yesterday and you weighed 9 lbs, 11 oz and you are 22 inches long. You are in the 90 th percentile for height, which given your Daddy and me, its pretty much a given that you will be at the top of the charts for that. I will be surprised if you go any lower. And you are in the 75 th percentile for weight. You are perfect. The doctor is pretty proud of your progress in the last month, and we are too.
The first couple of days that we had you home were pretty rough, and I would often wonder what we were doing wrong. You cried for hours upon hours at night, but were a perfect little angel during the day. I think that we were all still learning how to figure each other out. You don't do that as often anymore thank goodness, or at least you don't cry for hours on end. Of course as sure as I'm typing this out, tonight will be a rough one. That's usually how my luck goes.
You are trying to stay up more and more throughout the day. You still love your naps though.recently you have begun to fight yourself going to sleep during the day. The first couple of weeks you were waking up twice a night...at about midnight or 1 o'clock, and then again about 3 or 4 o'clock. You have now knocked that down to once at about 3 or 4 o'clock. Sometimes we are awake to see Daddy leave for work in the morning which I love because he gives you the sweetest little kisses if you are up. If not, he just tells you goodbye so he doesn't wake you up. But a couple of times you have slept straight through the night till about 5 in the morning giving Mommy and Daddy a full 6 hours of sleep! I love you for that my little beautiful!
You are the perfect little snuggle bug. You like to fall asleep on people. Which isn't so bad. But you are also really good at falling asleep in your bassinet if we help you out by wrapping you up tight, giving you your paci and keeping the lights off. You love to be rocked and you love to cuddle with me in Mommy and Daddy's bed after you get up about 7 for your diaper change. If I time it right we usually get another hour of sleep. Its my favorite time of morning. And being in Mommy and Daddy's bed usually calms you down in a heart beat. You love to be in the big bed.
I can tell that you are really starting to notice things around you. You love to stare at the picture of the Parthenon that I painted that is hanging above our couch in the living room. You sit and stare at that painting for hours like its the coolest thing. You are starting to notice the toys on your bouncer and I think you are trying to figure out that you can reach for them. Sometimes your eyes get really big when I shake the rattle. Its so cute. I wonder what goes through your head when I do that.
I keep telling your Daddy that I don't ever want you to get any bigger. You are just so sweet and cuddly and squishy now. He has to remind me that you will get so much more exciting and fun to be around...not to mention all the clothes that I have for you that I will get to dress you up in, and believe me sweetheart there are a ton of them!!! You will be the best dressed girl in the neighborhood that's for sure!!! :D
You have started smiling more and more. I can't always get you to smile, but when I can, you smile so big. You like to smile when I put your on your changing pad and get you with the diaper monster, and when I kiss your cheeks, , when I tickle your neck when you are eating, and when I tickle your sides. You like me to sing a song to you when I change your diaper. Mostly its just me singing to you that "we are gonna take care of it" because you hate to have a wet diaper, so lately when you cry and I am taking you to change it you have begun to notice that you are going to get your diaper changed, so you usually calm right down.
I can already tell a difference in the way you look now from when you were born. For one, you have the longest eyelashes now. You couldn't really see them when you were born, but they are there now. You will love that when you start to wear makeup when you are older...you know about 30 ;). Your hair is also starting to fall out a little. I never noticed it before, but I can tell now. It will grow back though. I wonder if it will be blond like I was when I was little, or dark like Daddy's or light brown like mine. You already look so much like Daddy did when he was little. He is such a handsome guy, so I know you will be an extraordinarily beautiful girl.
You are also starting to get your tears. When we took you to the doctor he had to give you a shot, you cried so hard, I never heard that noise come out of you before, it was definitely a cry caused by pain. I admit that I cried right along with you. Next month at your 2 month check up you will get even more shots, and I am really not looking forward to it. I really don't know how I am going to handle that one. I hate knowing that they are coming and that you will be hurting, and there is no way to let you know about it and no way to stop it from hurting when they do it. I'm crying now just thinking about that. You will learn that about me though, I tend to cry at the drop of a hat.
I love you so much my beautiful. I know this is gonna be a good month (your second) but lets try to not have it go by too fast alright? Lets take this growing up thing nice and slow.
I love you my Beautiful girl. Happy one month birthday!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Birth Story Part 4
The nurse tells me that I have to get off the table to go to a room or else I am going to have the baby right there. By this time its about 1:45am. The three of us make it to the room, one on either side of me holding me up and helping me walk, and I tell the nurse that I have to have an epidural now. I can't have this baby naturally. I'm in so much pain. At this point I'm in panic mode. In less than 24 hours I made it to 7 cm, and both my mom and grandmother had SUPER fast labors, I'm scared that I'm going to be the same way and not be able to get an epidural before she's here. As they are getting me hooked up to IV's and blood pressure cuffs, and drawing blood and labs, and pumping fluids and getting me to sign stupid amounts of papers, I tell everyone who even remotely looks at me that I need an epidural, that I'm not having this baby naturally.
FINALLY the epidural nurse comes in and starts prepping me. She has me sign more papers and then finally tells me to sit up and she is going to insert the catheter. At this point, Richard is standing on the side of the bed helping me up and I am grabbing a hold of him because he's there and a contraction is starting. The nurse who first checked me when I got there (who is a sweet little lady by the way, probably late 50's) tells Richard that they need to switch places so I can hold on to her and he needed to sit down. He wasn't planning on doing that, he was OK standing next to me. Keep in mind that by this time I'm full on in the middle of a contraction. Richard takes my hands from his arms and puts them on the side of the bed while he switches places with the nurse and somehow my hand slips in the middle of all this and my hand goes flying and I hit this sweet little nurse right smack dab in the nose. I knock her glasses off her face, and I definitely dazed her. I of course immediately know what I did, I'm HORRIFIED!!! How could I hurt this sweet little lady who is doing her best to try to help me. I immediately start crying and hugging her and apologizing. And during this time when I am freaking out about punching her, the nurse gets the catheter in and I start to feel relief. The epidural works. The nurse I punched tells me that she is going to check me again since the epidural has worked, and she then tells me we're at 9 cm. HOLY CRAP!!!! 9 CM!!!! I look at Richard and we both say "We better start calling people" Its now 2:30 am on July 24th.
I dial my parent's number. My Dad answers the phone rather sleepy sounding of course. I ask him if they are ready to come to the hospital. He of course sounds like he is crying and says yes that they will start getting ready. I tell him that they should hurry because I'm already at 9, but the nurse (the one I hit) makes sure to have me tell them that it will still be a while. Meanwhile Richard calls his parents but because I'm on the phone with my parent's, I don't hear the conversation. That being over and done with (the families will take care of calling everyone else) The nurse tells us that we better get some sleep, that its going to be a long day, and I will need my rest. We turn off the lights and are just about asleep when my parent's come in. They made it. I'm so happy they did. And not 5 minutes after they walk in, here come Richard's parents.
We have pretty much given upon the thought of sleep by this point, but thankfully they leave the lights off and aren't making too much noise so we are at least able to relax a little. I'm no longer in pain thanks to the wonderful epidural, however I can still feel the pressure of every contraction. At 4:00 the nurse comes in again and wants to check me. 9.5 cm, my water hasn't broken yet, and is rightthere (according to the nurse). With each contraction I literally can feel the bag of water and try to push during each one hoping that I could make things go faster because I'm tired, I had been up about 25 hours straight at that point, and because of the epi, I can't move the lower half of my body, which makes for some very interesting requests on my part for other people to lift my leg and move it for me when my trying to wiggle my feet to get my legs to move fails LOL.
More conversation with the parents and trying to relax and move to get comfortable, and at 7:30 the nurse checks me again. 10 cm, my water still hasn't broken...she's going to get the doctor. However its not my doctor, its one of the others in the practice, which freaks me out because I have never seen any of the other doctors, so I'm not familiar with them. That quickly gets my attention and wakes me up. The doctor comes in, says he is going to break my water then we are ready to go. By this point my parents had gone downstairs to the cafeteria to get breakfast, but Richard's were still up in the room with us. As soon as they heard that I was getting ready to have the baby they rushed downstairs as fast as they could to find my parents to tell them. My Dad says he ate a sausage biscuit in 2 bites and my Mom was already finished with her breakfast and they rushed upstairs to tell us one last time that they love us, and off they head to the waiting room.
In walks the nurses with lights and blue towels, and trays of tools and stirrups. Things start happening so fast. The doctor comes in and breaks my water, and says he'll be right back that I'm about to find out why they call it labor. Of course me being me I start freaking out asking if my doctor had forwarded my birth plan and asking what will happen once the doctor breaks my water and possibly a whole more slew of questions that I can't remember and probably had no relevance at the time. I tell the nurses a little about my birth plan because with it being so early and my regular doctor being a no-show, there are some things that I had on it that were very important to me.
The other nurses were getting me ready and one was telling me to push, and telling me how while she was counting. I went through 2 contractions with just her before she told me that her head was right there and asked if I wanted to feel it....heck yeah!...LOL. It felt so weird. I could tell she had hair, but it was kinda slippery and just weird feeling. Anyway, they call the doctor, he comes in all masked up and everything and tells me to push. With the second push of the contraction, they try to get me to arch my back more (which is impossible) so I tell them to bring my leg closer to me and I can try to sit up more, I also have them move the back of my bed up a little to help with that. I finish off the contraction with 2 more pushes. Then one more contraction and 3 more pushes, and they yell out SHE'S HERE!!!!
I am beyond shocked, and I think that Richard is too. We expected there to be more drama. We though they would be yelling at me to push, and Richard would be feeding me ice chips the whole time and putting cold towels on my forehead and such, but all that he did was rub my neck, which felt so good by the way LOL. The first thing that comes out of my mouth after the doctor says that is "seriously?" He says, yeah, and asks if I can see her. I tell him that I can only see toes, so he puts her on my stomach. She is beautiful. Richard cuts the cord, which I am entirely proud of him by the way. This shocks me because all along he was adamant that he didn't want to do it, but when I told the nurses that I wanted him to be asked once and if he said no, then I wanted to, he piped up and said yeah he wanted to do it. They take her to the warmer to clean her up, she's not crying much, and I'm getting cleaned up as well. The placenta disintegrates upon delivery, so the doctor is having to make sure that all of it is out so I don't hemorrhage. I also suffer a 2nd degree tear, which isn't that bad, not as bad as I had feared it would be.
They finally give her back to me. I am in awe, she is BEAUTIFUL, and not just because she is my daughter, she really really is. She doesn't have as much hair as I thought she would, but she is absolutely perfect. I get to breast feed her for the first time which is awesome that I am able to do it, and Richard holds her for the first time. We are totally in love. At this time we ask the family to come back in since we are all clean and back to normal, they are in love, and everyone is crying and holding her. The best part...while my Dad was holding her she starts to make a noise....it literally sounds like a dog bark....I'm not joking, my daughter is barking like a dog. Turns out that is her cry. Its so sweet, however, it only lasted a couple of days. Sometimes she will let one out, but she has now found her voice.
So for now here are some pictures of her the day that she was born. I will be posting more tomorrow (you're saying yeah right I know LOL) but its her 1 month birthday, so I will plan on showing some, and maybe post a letter to her, who knows.
But here is Leigha Summer Hughes. Born 7/24/2011 at 7:51 a.m. 7 lbs, 14 oz, 21 1/4 inches long.
She's my little Beautiful girl
FINALLY the epidural nurse comes in and starts prepping me. She has me sign more papers and then finally tells me to sit up and she is going to insert the catheter. At this point, Richard is standing on the side of the bed helping me up and I am grabbing a hold of him because he's there and a contraction is starting. The nurse who first checked me when I got there (who is a sweet little lady by the way, probably late 50's) tells Richard that they need to switch places so I can hold on to her and he needed to sit down. He wasn't planning on doing that, he was OK standing next to me. Keep in mind that by this time I'm full on in the middle of a contraction. Richard takes my hands from his arms and puts them on the side of the bed while he switches places with the nurse and somehow my hand slips in the middle of all this and my hand goes flying and I hit this sweet little nurse right smack dab in the nose. I knock her glasses off her face, and I definitely dazed her. I of course immediately know what I did, I'm HORRIFIED!!! How could I hurt this sweet little lady who is doing her best to try to help me. I immediately start crying and hugging her and apologizing. And during this time when I am freaking out about punching her, the nurse gets the catheter in and I start to feel relief. The epidural works. The nurse I punched tells me that she is going to check me again since the epidural has worked, and she then tells me we're at 9 cm. HOLY CRAP!!!! 9 CM!!!! I look at Richard and we both say "We better start calling people" Its now 2:30 am on July 24th.
I dial my parent's number. My Dad answers the phone rather sleepy sounding of course. I ask him if they are ready to come to the hospital. He of course sounds like he is crying and says yes that they will start getting ready. I tell him that they should hurry because I'm already at 9, but the nurse (the one I hit) makes sure to have me tell them that it will still be a while. Meanwhile Richard calls his parents but because I'm on the phone with my parent's, I don't hear the conversation. That being over and done with (the families will take care of calling everyone else) The nurse tells us that we better get some sleep, that its going to be a long day, and I will need my rest. We turn off the lights and are just about asleep when my parent's come in. They made it. I'm so happy they did. And not 5 minutes after they walk in, here come Richard's parents.
We have pretty much given upon the thought of sleep by this point, but thankfully they leave the lights off and aren't making too much noise so we are at least able to relax a little. I'm no longer in pain thanks to the wonderful epidural, however I can still feel the pressure of every contraction. At 4:00 the nurse comes in again and wants to check me. 9.5 cm, my water hasn't broken yet, and is rightthere (according to the nurse). With each contraction I literally can feel the bag of water and try to push during each one hoping that I could make things go faster because I'm tired, I had been up about 25 hours straight at that point, and because of the epi, I can't move the lower half of my body, which makes for some very interesting requests on my part for other people to lift my leg and move it for me when my trying to wiggle my feet to get my legs to move fails LOL.
More conversation with the parents and trying to relax and move to get comfortable, and at 7:30 the nurse checks me again. 10 cm, my water still hasn't broken...she's going to get the doctor. However its not my doctor, its one of the others in the practice, which freaks me out because I have never seen any of the other doctors, so I'm not familiar with them. That quickly gets my attention and wakes me up. The doctor comes in, says he is going to break my water then we are ready to go. By this point my parents had gone downstairs to the cafeteria to get breakfast, but Richard's were still up in the room with us. As soon as they heard that I was getting ready to have the baby they rushed downstairs as fast as they could to find my parents to tell them. My Dad says he ate a sausage biscuit in 2 bites and my Mom was already finished with her breakfast and they rushed upstairs to tell us one last time that they love us, and off they head to the waiting room.
In walks the nurses with lights and blue towels, and trays of tools and stirrups. Things start happening so fast. The doctor comes in and breaks my water, and says he'll be right back that I'm about to find out why they call it labor. Of course me being me I start freaking out asking if my doctor had forwarded my birth plan and asking what will happen once the doctor breaks my water and possibly a whole more slew of questions that I can't remember and probably had no relevance at the time. I tell the nurses a little about my birth plan because with it being so early and my regular doctor being a no-show, there are some things that I had on it that were very important to me.
The other nurses were getting me ready and one was telling me to push, and telling me how while she was counting. I went through 2 contractions with just her before she told me that her head was right there and asked if I wanted to feel it....heck yeah!...LOL. It felt so weird. I could tell she had hair, but it was kinda slippery and just weird feeling. Anyway, they call the doctor, he comes in all masked up and everything and tells me to push. With the second push of the contraction, they try to get me to arch my back more (which is impossible) so I tell them to bring my leg closer to me and I can try to sit up more, I also have them move the back of my bed up a little to help with that. I finish off the contraction with 2 more pushes. Then one more contraction and 3 more pushes, and they yell out SHE'S HERE!!!!
I am beyond shocked, and I think that Richard is too. We expected there to be more drama. We though they would be yelling at me to push, and Richard would be feeding me ice chips the whole time and putting cold towels on my forehead and such, but all that he did was rub my neck, which felt so good by the way LOL. The first thing that comes out of my mouth after the doctor says that is "seriously?" He says, yeah, and asks if I can see her. I tell him that I can only see toes, so he puts her on my stomach. She is beautiful. Richard cuts the cord, which I am entirely proud of him by the way. This shocks me because all along he was adamant that he didn't want to do it, but when I told the nurses that I wanted him to be asked once and if he said no, then I wanted to, he piped up and said yeah he wanted to do it. They take her to the warmer to clean her up, she's not crying much, and I'm getting cleaned up as well. The placenta disintegrates upon delivery, so the doctor is having to make sure that all of it is out so I don't hemorrhage. I also suffer a 2nd degree tear, which isn't that bad, not as bad as I had feared it would be.
They finally give her back to me. I am in awe, she is BEAUTIFUL, and not just because she is my daughter, she really really is. She doesn't have as much hair as I thought she would, but she is absolutely perfect. I get to breast feed her for the first time which is awesome that I am able to do it, and Richard holds her for the first time. We are totally in love. At this time we ask the family to come back in since we are all clean and back to normal, they are in love, and everyone is crying and holding her. The best part...while my Dad was holding her she starts to make a noise....it literally sounds like a dog bark....I'm not joking, my daughter is barking like a dog. Turns out that is her cry. Its so sweet, however, it only lasted a couple of days. Sometimes she will let one out, but she has now found her voice.
So for now here are some pictures of her the day that she was born. I will be posting more tomorrow (you're saying yeah right I know LOL) but its her 1 month birthday, so I will plan on showing some, and maybe post a letter to her, who knows.
But here is Leigha Summer Hughes. Born 7/24/2011 at 7:51 a.m. 7 lbs, 14 oz, 21 1/4 inches long.
She's my little Beautiful girl
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Birth Story part 3
So as I was in the car headed to the hospital, apologizing to Richard, I notice that instead of going straight to the hospital, he makes a right down the main road. I don't question it because I am in the middle of a contraction. I realize that the time that he is taking the long way to the hospital!!! Not the quick straight shot that will take about 5 minutes at 1:00 am, he takes the longer, 15 minute route. I hear him say to himself, I don't know why I went this way. In the mean time I am holding on to the console and my pillow for dear life. The pain is SO BAD! I hope and pray that these are contractions because if these are the fake Braxton Hicks, I just don't know what I'm going to do.
On the way from my house to the hospital, I have 4 more contractions. I no longer am apologizing to Richard about the baby being born on his birthday, I am telling myself that we are almost there, just a little while longer and praying that he will go faster and run lights and drive like a mad man. (Which is what he said he would do, and I am quite proud of him that he managed to keep cool during this whole time)
We finally make it to the hospital. I tell him to go to the ER. I'm watching the parking lot as well pull in and there is only one parking spot open. I hope that its not crowded, I don't want to be the pregnant lady having to be wheeled in in labor like you see in the movies, that would be embarrassing. Richard however would tell you that he asked if I wanted him to drop me off at the entrance and he could park later, and that I growled and told him to park, I don't even remember this question being asked LOL. We park. I get the car door open and a contraction hits. I grab onto the only thing I can to help with the pain...the car door. Richard comes around to help me out. I'm holding onto the car for dear life and he grabs my arm not realizing I'm in the middle of a contraction and starts to pull me out of the car. Now in his defense, he didn't know, and for weeks prior I had been having trouble getting out of my car without help. Being forcefully moved in the middle of a contraction is no fun, let me tell you!!! I immediately start crying and screaming in pain. We wait till the contraction passes and I get out of the car with his help as fast as I can. Its the only way that I would be able to without triggering another contraction.
We make it across the parking lot and inside the ER slowly, but no contractions. Inside we go to the check in desk. I had already made it a point to preregister, so I know that won't be an issue, but problem is, there is no one at the desk, no bell to ring or anything. Richard starts pacing in front of every door and window in the ER hoping that someone will see him and come help us. Finally someone does and he tells them I'm in labor. she asks my name, birthday, social, Dr. name, etc. FINALLY after getting the third degree from this woman, I'm wheeled to L&D. The woman pushing the chair is going so fast, that I know Richard has a hard time keeping up because it literally seems like she is running the halls. In the elevator, another contraction...,up to L&D and to the exam room, another contraction. Getting out of the wheelchair to the table, another contraction. They are coming so fast at this point, I can't hardly move. The nurse tells me to get undressed, put on the robe and she is going to hook me to monitors and check me to see if I am in labor. I remember telling her that they have to be contractions otherwise I just don't know what I am going to do.
I try to get undressed and into the bed so that she can check me, but the contractions are just so painful, I can't catch my breath. I finally manage with Richard's help and get on the table, and hooked to the monitors. The nurse comes back..yup contractions! THANK YOU LORD JESUS IN HEAVEN!!! She checks me...7 CM!!! I made it to 7 cm ALL BY MYSELF WITH NO PAIN MEDS!! I am so excited, I tell that to the nurse and to Richard, I just can't contain my happiness among all that pain.
I had been playing with the idea for a few months that I wanted to go without meds for as long as I could stand it, but I never told this to Richard, I knew he would veto it, but as it turns out, I got what I wanted.
On the way from my house to the hospital, I have 4 more contractions. I no longer am apologizing to Richard about the baby being born on his birthday, I am telling myself that we are almost there, just a little while longer and praying that he will go faster and run lights and drive like a mad man. (Which is what he said he would do, and I am quite proud of him that he managed to keep cool during this whole time)
We finally make it to the hospital. I tell him to go to the ER. I'm watching the parking lot as well pull in and there is only one parking spot open. I hope that its not crowded, I don't want to be the pregnant lady having to be wheeled in in labor like you see in the movies, that would be embarrassing. Richard however would tell you that he asked if I wanted him to drop me off at the entrance and he could park later, and that I growled and told him to park, I don't even remember this question being asked LOL. We park. I get the car door open and a contraction hits. I grab onto the only thing I can to help with the pain...the car door. Richard comes around to help me out. I'm holding onto the car for dear life and he grabs my arm not realizing I'm in the middle of a contraction and starts to pull me out of the car. Now in his defense, he didn't know, and for weeks prior I had been having trouble getting out of my car without help. Being forcefully moved in the middle of a contraction is no fun, let me tell you!!! I immediately start crying and screaming in pain. We wait till the contraction passes and I get out of the car with his help as fast as I can. Its the only way that I would be able to without triggering another contraction.
We make it across the parking lot and inside the ER slowly, but no contractions. Inside we go to the check in desk. I had already made it a point to preregister, so I know that won't be an issue, but problem is, there is no one at the desk, no bell to ring or anything. Richard starts pacing in front of every door and window in the ER hoping that someone will see him and come help us. Finally someone does and he tells them I'm in labor. she asks my name, birthday, social, Dr. name, etc. FINALLY after getting the third degree from this woman, I'm wheeled to L&D. The woman pushing the chair is going so fast, that I know Richard has a hard time keeping up because it literally seems like she is running the halls. In the elevator, another contraction...,up to L&D and to the exam room, another contraction. Getting out of the wheelchair to the table, another contraction. They are coming so fast at this point, I can't hardly move. The nurse tells me to get undressed, put on the robe and she is going to hook me to monitors and check me to see if I am in labor. I remember telling her that they have to be contractions otherwise I just don't know what I am going to do.
I try to get undressed and into the bed so that she can check me, but the contractions are just so painful, I can't catch my breath. I finally manage with Richard's help and get on the table, and hooked to the monitors. The nurse comes back..yup contractions! THANK YOU LORD JESUS IN HEAVEN!!! She checks me...7 CM!!! I made it to 7 cm ALL BY MYSELF WITH NO PAIN MEDS!! I am so excited, I tell that to the nurse and to Richard, I just can't contain my happiness among all that pain.
I had been playing with the idea for a few months that I wanted to go without meds for as long as I could stand it, but I never told this to Richard, I knew he would veto it, but as it turns out, I got what I wanted.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Birth Story part 2
So while I was working the contractions pretty much completely stop. I don't have one unless I get up to go to the bathroom or get a drink. They don't increase in intensity, they are still about a minute and a half. I get through work, with no problems. The contractions are about an hour apart if not more if I can even call it that.
Since the next day is Richard's birthday his parents and sister come over to give him his presents. So they get here about 6:30 and I am sitting there talking to them and Richard and I have another contraction. No biggie, they haven't been consistent since that morning. About 30 minutes later, we are still talking and here comes another. I begin to think that its kinda weird especially since about 10 that morning, they haven't been regular.
About 7 Richard runs out to get a pizza. The contractions at this time are still about 30 minutes apart. About 9 we go to bed. Richard falls asleep, but my contractions are coming closer together, about 20 minutes. Of course since they are pretty strong, I can't sleep. I have the computer next to the bed on contractionmaster.com and am timing the contractions. They are about 15 minutes apart by that time. I can't stand laying in the bed anymore so I move to the floor so that I can move around better and try to find a position that would help me find some relief. It doesn't happen. I move the computer and myself to the couch in the living room.
I find that lying on my side curled into as much of a ball as I can with a super huge belly in the way, really helps the pain. By this time its about 11. The contractions start coming about 5-7 minutes apart, are a minute and a half to 2 minutes long, and I know that there is no way that I would be able to walk or talk through them, I can barely breathe through them. I start to think, OK if these last like this for an hour, then I can go to the hospital. My doctor had told me that if the contractions were 5 minutes apart, over a minute long for an hour, and I could not talk, walk or breathe through them, then that's when I needed to go to the hospital.
Almost an hour passes, its now 12:00 am on the 24th and I can't stand it anymore. I need help. I try to get up and I can't without a contraction hitting. I try to start screaming for Richard....literally screaming....and he doesn't hear me. I'm no longer being quiet about the contractions, there is no way I could be anymore.
I finally realize that there is no hope for me ever getting to the hospital if I don't somehow get up and get Richard up and get him out the door. Still trying to move, a contraction hits with every move I make, every step, every breath I take. I make it to the room and tell Richard we need to go. He says OK and goes back to sleep. I try again, he says OK and falls back asleep. I go to tell him a third time and a contraction hits. I don't hold back with the moaning and growling as he puts it. That finally gets his attention. He jumps out of bed tries to comfort me by rubbing my back and then suddenly realizes that I am in so much pain, and the contractions are coming so fast that he needs to take his focus off me and get moving.....and fast.
Somehow I pack the rest of the bag with the last minute things and we make it to the car and start to head out at about 12:30.
All I can think of and all that I can tell Richard the whole way to the hospital is that I am sorry, sooo very sorry. We are going to have a baby today, and its going to be on his birthday, and I'm so sorry about it.
Since the next day is Richard's birthday his parents and sister come over to give him his presents. So they get here about 6:30 and I am sitting there talking to them and Richard and I have another contraction. No biggie, they haven't been consistent since that morning. About 30 minutes later, we are still talking and here comes another. I begin to think that its kinda weird especially since about 10 that morning, they haven't been regular.
About 7 Richard runs out to get a pizza. The contractions at this time are still about 30 minutes apart. About 9 we go to bed. Richard falls asleep, but my contractions are coming closer together, about 20 minutes. Of course since they are pretty strong, I can't sleep. I have the computer next to the bed on contractionmaster.com and am timing the contractions. They are about 15 minutes apart by that time. I can't stand laying in the bed anymore so I move to the floor so that I can move around better and try to find a position that would help me find some relief. It doesn't happen. I move the computer and myself to the couch in the living room.
I find that lying on my side curled into as much of a ball as I can with a super huge belly in the way, really helps the pain. By this time its about 11. The contractions start coming about 5-7 minutes apart, are a minute and a half to 2 minutes long, and I know that there is no way that I would be able to walk or talk through them, I can barely breathe through them. I start to think, OK if these last like this for an hour, then I can go to the hospital. My doctor had told me that if the contractions were 5 minutes apart, over a minute long for an hour, and I could not talk, walk or breathe through them, then that's when I needed to go to the hospital.
Almost an hour passes, its now 12:00 am on the 24th and I can't stand it anymore. I need help. I try to get up and I can't without a contraction hitting. I try to start screaming for Richard....literally screaming....and he doesn't hear me. I'm no longer being quiet about the contractions, there is no way I could be anymore.
I finally realize that there is no hope for me ever getting to the hospital if I don't somehow get up and get Richard up and get him out the door. Still trying to move, a contraction hits with every move I make, every step, every breath I take. I make it to the room and tell Richard we need to go. He says OK and goes back to sleep. I try again, he says OK and falls back asleep. I go to tell him a third time and a contraction hits. I don't hold back with the moaning and growling as he puts it. That finally gets his attention. He jumps out of bed tries to comfort me by rubbing my back and then suddenly realizes that I am in so much pain, and the contractions are coming so fast that he needs to take his focus off me and get moving.....and fast.
Somehow I pack the rest of the bag with the last minute things and we make it to the car and start to head out at about 12:30.
All I can think of and all that I can tell Richard the whole way to the hospital is that I am sorry, sooo very sorry. We are going to have a baby today, and its going to be on his birthday, and I'm so sorry about it.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Birth Story part 1
Early Saturday morning on the 23rd, I woke up about 3:00 am just like any other morning having to go to the bathroom. Nothing unusual there. I got back to bed and all of a sudden a contraction hit me like a ton of bricks. It literally knocked me over on the bed it hurt so bad. At the time I figured that I had just twisted wrong getting back in to the bed because between the basket of clothes on one side and the bassinet on the other there was a very small spot for me to climb back in and being as large as I was, it was quite a feat on a normal night.
After that painful thing, I was wide awake so I decided to go get the computer and play a couple games of solitaire. As I was playing the games the painful twinges happened twice more. I normally wouldn't have thought anything of it but something in the back of my mind told me that I may want to see if I could time whatever those things were. Turns out I could. They were about 10-15 minutes apart or so. I still didn't think anything of it because I knew that labor would take a really long time, especially since just a few days before my doctor had told me that I was not dilated, not even a little effaced and she wasn't coming any time soon.
So I continue to play solitaire and time the contractions. I don't wake Richard up because I figured that he has to get up at 4:30 for work anyways, and why not just let him sleep that extra hour, because he may need it.
True to form, Richards alarm goes off at 4:30. I hear it out in the living room so I go in and sit on the bed till he wakes up. After hitting the snooze button several times he finally does. I tell him that he has a choice to make. When he asks what that is, I tell him that he can either go to work and chance having to come home right away, or he can stay with me and go to the hospital later that morning because I have been having very time-able contractions. It surprises me that he doesn't freak out. He asks how far along and I tell him that they have been about 10 minutes apart with a couple that were 7. We talk about it some more and we decide that he should go to work and that I am to call him if they start consistently coming at 7 minutes and he will come right home. I am OK with this decision. (although admittedly a little scared that he didn't stay) and he leaves.
I try to take it easy the rest of the morning. I lay on the couch, I watch some TV, play more solitaire, get on facebook. I tell a couple close by friends what is going on in case all of a sudden I need someone immediately with me at the house. But then I start noticing something, instead of coming closer together, they are getting further apart...damn!...maybe its not labor afterall and just that false labor that everyone on babycenter.com talks about. Then I really start freaking out....those things that I was feeling HURT! If those aren't real contractions, but the false labor that people mention, how the heck am I going to handle real contractions!!! Well by noon they are about 45 minutes to an hour apart so I decide to start working and see what happens the rest of the day. I decide to tell Richard to stay at work till he gets his work done that the contractions have slowed down, and I decide not to tell my work about the contractions because I didn't want them to be false labor and freak my work out for nothing, and that if they started coming faster, then I would tell them.
So I spend the rest of the day sitting and waiting for something to happen.
After that painful thing, I was wide awake so I decided to go get the computer and play a couple games of solitaire. As I was playing the games the painful twinges happened twice more. I normally wouldn't have thought anything of it but something in the back of my mind told me that I may want to see if I could time whatever those things were. Turns out I could. They were about 10-15 minutes apart or so. I still didn't think anything of it because I knew that labor would take a really long time, especially since just a few days before my doctor had told me that I was not dilated, not even a little effaced and she wasn't coming any time soon.
So I continue to play solitaire and time the contractions. I don't wake Richard up because I figured that he has to get up at 4:30 for work anyways, and why not just let him sleep that extra hour, because he may need it.
True to form, Richards alarm goes off at 4:30. I hear it out in the living room so I go in and sit on the bed till he wakes up. After hitting the snooze button several times he finally does. I tell him that he has a choice to make. When he asks what that is, I tell him that he can either go to work and chance having to come home right away, or he can stay with me and go to the hospital later that morning because I have been having very time-able contractions. It surprises me that he doesn't freak out. He asks how far along and I tell him that they have been about 10 minutes apart with a couple that were 7. We talk about it some more and we decide that he should go to work and that I am to call him if they start consistently coming at 7 minutes and he will come right home. I am OK with this decision. (although admittedly a little scared that he didn't stay) and he leaves.
I try to take it easy the rest of the morning. I lay on the couch, I watch some TV, play more solitaire, get on facebook. I tell a couple close by friends what is going on in case all of a sudden I need someone immediately with me at the house. But then I start noticing something, instead of coming closer together, they are getting further apart...damn!...maybe its not labor afterall and just that false labor that everyone on babycenter.com talks about. Then I really start freaking out....those things that I was feeling HURT! If those aren't real contractions, but the false labor that people mention, how the heck am I going to handle real contractions!!! Well by noon they are about 45 minutes to an hour apart so I decide to start working and see what happens the rest of the day. I decide to tell Richard to stay at work till he gets his work done that the contractions have slowed down, and I decide not to tell my work about the contractions because I didn't want them to be false labor and freak my work out for nothing, and that if they started coming faster, then I would tell them.
So I spend the rest of the day sitting and waiting for something to happen.
Maternity shots
Oh and these were all taken 4 days before she was born.
Those are some of my favorites. I look at them now that she is here and I can't hardly believe she was in there LOL. I just don't see how she fit! LOL.
Anyway, like I said I will probably play with the color of them a little and make some black and white, but I am SUPER glad that I have them, and I love them and couldn't be happier.
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