So far, this whole motherhood thing is pretty cool. Aside from my occasional "GROSS" freakouts (like milk shooting out and squirting poor Olivia's cheek, or milk gushing out when being pumped out... I guess most of my "gross" moments are milk-related), things are going great and well!!
I feel like I'm falling-in-love with Olivia more each day...AND I just feel more bonded (and protective) of her as time passes.
When she was first born, it was kind of like, "Okay, I just had a baby. Here's my checklist of what's coming up next..." But now, it's like, "OLIVIA!!! She's our baby! She's so beautiful!"
And before she was born, I had different ideas about being strict about this or that, and "not giving in", yada yada yada... but now I feel like one of "those" "typical" "hormonal moms"... hahaha... It's hard to see her cry. I made Tim take her in to get her heel prick because the thought of seeing/hearing her cry almost made ME cry! (I had seen one of my nieces get her heel pricked several years ago, and it was no big deal... )
Anywho... I'm excited to see this little girl grow and change... I already feel like I'm going to have a hard time parting from her for too long... I LOVE being around her and taking care of her... at least right now, I can't imagine getting bored of her or needing to be away from her. She's JUST SO CUTE!!!! I love her!
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
SHE's HERE! - Part 2 - Labor
When we got to the hospital, we went up to the Labor and Delivery floor, and they took us to our Labor and Delivery room. Then we waited for our nurse.
The Nurse - It felt like we were in high school. And this girl was too-cool-for-school to talk to us. SO WEIRD! She really wasn't too interested in getting-to-know-you chit chat. She always seemed to be on the defense. She just seemed very I'm-the-nurse-you're-the-patient. Her attitude was a bit of "*I* do this everyday and know what's going on, so you just need to do what I tell you." We really should have asked to switch out for another nurse (but I guess the hospital was having a TON of peeps come in that "waited till after the weekend", and so they were pretty "booked").
Changed into a gown, got in bed. Nurse hooked me up to the IV. Monitored my contractions for a bit. SHE measured my cervix to be 3-4 cm dilated and 70% effaced. Hmmm... Well, I guess it ended up being for about 4 hours (but it went by quick). Our doctor actually had a family emergency up North, but was able to stop in and say Hi. The doctor actually wanted to get me on Pitocin at about 11am so that maybe she'd be able to get there (before heading north) to deliver the baby. But I wanted to hold out. The doc said we could walk around a bit, so we made two rounds around the floor, and some "steps" onto a stepping stool. At about 12:40, I decided to start Pitocin and got it going at about 1pm.
The contractions started becoming closer and more regular, but not unbearable. It was actually pretty cool listening to my HypnoBabies tracks and getting through the contractions. I would actually almost fall asleep between contractions because I was so relaxed!
It started getting "harder" as the contractions became stronger. I changed positions a couple of times that seemed to help at first. Sat on the exercise/birthing ball, stood and rocked with Tim...
The nurse checked me at one point...7 cm dilated.
After "rocking" with Tim a bit, and trying to find another comfortable position (like squatting), it was probably about 3, 3:30ish. The contractions were really strong. It just felt like really STRONG cramps right in my pelvis. I started feeling like I needed to pee... or that I needed to poop. The "cramps" were getting so strong that I decided maybe I should get the epidural. The nurse checked me to see how far along I was... she had a hard time determining... it was either 9cm...or gone. She called the doctor the see what she wanted to do, and I think (if I remember correctly), the doctor said I could start pushing if I felt the need.
I tried pushing on my side for a little bit, and then on my back. It was hard to do! Pulling my legs back, pushing through the contractions. The nurse yelling push push push... Some of the contractions were easier than others... some of them, the pushing felt good... some of them were so tough that I really didn't know how I would get through it.
It was a really interesting sensation... at one point, the nurse called the on-call doctor in, and other nurses. Ugh... maybe it's too close to the event for me to be thinking-back on all these things. :) Taking a break now.
The Nurse - It felt like we were in high school. And this girl was too-cool-for-school to talk to us. SO WEIRD! She really wasn't too interested in getting-to-know-you chit chat. She always seemed to be on the defense. She just seemed very I'm-the-nurse-you're-the-patient. Her attitude was a bit of "*I* do this everyday and know what's going on, so you just need to do what I tell you." We really should have asked to switch out for another nurse (but I guess the hospital was having a TON of peeps come in that "waited till after the weekend", and so they were pretty "booked").
Changed into a gown, got in bed. Nurse hooked me up to the IV. Monitored my contractions for a bit. SHE measured my cervix to be 3-4 cm dilated and 70% effaced. Hmmm... Well, I guess it ended up being for about 4 hours (but it went by quick). Our doctor actually had a family emergency up North, but was able to stop in and say Hi. The doctor actually wanted to get me on Pitocin at about 11am so that maybe she'd be able to get there (before heading north) to deliver the baby. But I wanted to hold out. The doc said we could walk around a bit, so we made two rounds around the floor, and some "steps" onto a stepping stool. At about 12:40, I decided to start Pitocin and got it going at about 1pm.
The contractions started becoming closer and more regular, but not unbearable. It was actually pretty cool listening to my HypnoBabies tracks and getting through the contractions. I would actually almost fall asleep between contractions because I was so relaxed!
It started getting "harder" as the contractions became stronger. I changed positions a couple of times that seemed to help at first. Sat on the exercise/birthing ball, stood and rocked with Tim...
The nurse checked me at one point...7 cm dilated.
After "rocking" with Tim a bit, and trying to find another comfortable position (like squatting), it was probably about 3, 3:30ish. The contractions were really strong. It just felt like really STRONG cramps right in my pelvis. I started feeling like I needed to pee... or that I needed to poop. The "cramps" were getting so strong that I decided maybe I should get the epidural. The nurse checked me to see how far along I was... she had a hard time determining... it was either 9cm...or gone. She called the doctor the see what she wanted to do, and I think (if I remember correctly), the doctor said I could start pushing if I felt the need.
I tried pushing on my side for a little bit, and then on my back. It was hard to do! Pulling my legs back, pushing through the contractions. The nurse yelling push push push... Some of the contractions were easier than others... some of them, the pushing felt good... some of them were so tough that I really didn't know how I would get through it.
It was a really interesting sensation... at one point, the nurse called the on-call doctor in, and other nurses. Ugh... maybe it's too close to the event for me to be thinking-back on all these things. :) Taking a break now.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
36 Week Appointment
STATS:
135 lbs
Uterus measured 35
90% effaced
3 cm dilated
SO:
My doc was like, "Well, would you like to go the hospital to be monitored?"
We came home instead. She said that I didn't look like someone in labor, so just wait until my contractions begin to get more intense. (While waiting in the waiting room for about an hour, I measured some of my contractions... they were about 10 minutes apart... but I didn't measure how long they lasted).
My sister is hoping and hoping and HOPING that the baby will stay in until Thursday so that she can be there for the birth... but I guess we'll see if we'll even make it through the weekend. :O HOW CRAZY! :)
We stopped at A&W afterwards to grab some grub.
135 lbs
Uterus measured 35
90% effaced
3 cm dilated
SO:
My doc was like, "Well, would you like to go the hospital to be monitored?"
We came home instead. She said that I didn't look like someone in labor, so just wait until my contractions begin to get more intense. (While waiting in the waiting room for about an hour, I measured some of my contractions... they were about 10 minutes apart... but I didn't measure how long they lasted).
My sister is hoping and hoping and HOPING that the baby will stay in until Thursday so that she can be there for the birth... but I guess we'll see if we'll even make it through the weekend. :O HOW CRAZY! :)
We stopped at A&W afterwards to grab some grub.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hairy Back...
So I've mentioned before (or at least I THINK I mentioned before) how I think my belly is getting a little hairy. Maybe it's because I have some of Tim's genes in me. :P (Tim doesn't think it works that way...but I SWEAR my belly is getting more hair on it! Thus, I wax it).
Anyway. So Sunday morning while I was still laying in bed, Tim lifted up the back of my shirt to scratch and massage my back. He says to me, "Woah, love!" (That's one of the nicknames he uses for me.)
So he says, "Woah, love! Your back is a little bit hairier."
"Really?!" I respond.
"Yeah... just right here," he says as he outlines an area with his finger. "Just this triangle area. The pores are larger, and there's more hair."
"How do you know?"
"I don't remember it being there before. Here, I'll take a picture."
He hops up and grabs a camera. After a few minutes (and coaching from me on how to use our camera), he shows me the following picture and says, "See."
"GROSS!" I exclaim.
Tim then starts laughing, "Hahahahaha!" and says, "That's my arm!!!"
SICK! We both had a good laugh, though.
But he says my back IS still a little bit hairier than "normal". Here's a pic (kinda gross...sorry).
SEE! Ugh... If it were any hairier, I'd DEFINATELY make Tim wax it for me. But I guess this is bearable for now...
Anyway. So Sunday morning while I was still laying in bed, Tim lifted up the back of my shirt to scratch and massage my back. He says to me, "Woah, love!" (That's one of the nicknames he uses for me.)
So he says, "Woah, love! Your back is a little bit hairier."
"Really?!" I respond.
"Yeah... just right here," he says as he outlines an area with his finger. "Just this triangle area. The pores are larger, and there's more hair."
"How do you know?"
"I don't remember it being there before. Here, I'll take a picture."
He hops up and grabs a camera. After a few minutes (and coaching from me on how to use our camera), he shows me the following picture and says, "See."
"GROSS!" I exclaim.Tim then starts laughing, "Hahahahaha!" and says, "That's my arm!!!"
SICK! We both had a good laugh, though.
But he says my back IS still a little bit hairier than "normal". Here's a pic (kinda gross...sorry).
SEE! Ugh... If it were any hairier, I'd DEFINATELY make Tim wax it for me. But I guess this is bearable for now...
So far, Tim has told this event to his teenage Sunday School class and probably his co-workers. Every so often, he'll just bust up laughing and say, "That was the FUNNIEST thing I've done to you! I wish I could have let it go on for longer!"
And I simply tease him and say, "You were so excited that you couldn't hold the joke in for any longer."
What a cutie...
Monday, April 13, 2009
"We're picking up high levels of hormones..."
What an interesting weekend... mixed feelings of fun, happiness, annoyance, and depression. Ugh.
Tim found it funny to "scan" me with his Blackberry and make beeping noises ("beep, beep, beep, beep"), which he would end with something like, "Picking up high levels of hormones... Back a-way from the wife..."
It always made me laugh. :)
Tim found it funny to "scan" me with his Blackberry and make beeping noises ("beep, beep, beep, beep"), which he would end with something like, "Picking up high levels of hormones... Back a-way from the wife..."
It always made me laugh. :)
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