Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Monday, June 04, 2012
Thursday morning, I woke up with Chris' alarm around 5:30 (normal for me) and tried in vain to get more rest once he got up. It was about 6:15 when I felt a painful pop! (which I swear was audible) and then...nothing. I was slightly confused, because I was positive my water was broken, yet nothing was happening. I needed to go to the bathroom, and once I did that, fluid did start trickling. By now it was 6:30ish and Chris was about to leave for work. Because contractions hadn't yet started, I told him to go in for a few hours and tie up loose ends, which he reluctantly did. (I knew it'd be less stressful for both of us if he had things taken care of there.)
It was about 7:30 when contractions started, coming about every 10-15 minutes. Timmy woke up sometime in there and we had breakfast and I started washing some cloth diapers (did NOT want to come home from the hospital to a stinky pile of those). I also let my parents know what was happening, along with the friend who was going to watch Timmy. I tried to straighten up the house, but contractions were picking up and I still felt tired, so Timmy and I sat on the couch reading stories. After awhile, he laid down and fell asleep. This from the boy who only sleeps in his crib or the car. It ended up being a wonderful, wonderful thing because by this time I was having to focus through each contraction and had a hard time devoting the necessary energy to Timmy. Because he's mobile in his sleep, I wound up moving him to his crib, which woke him up, but since he was happy, I let him play with his stuffed animal in there. An active toddler and a laboring mama didn't seem like a good combination to me.
By 9:30, I needed Chris. The contractions were definitely painful and I wanted my husband. Thankfully, he was on his way home when I called him. Once he was home, we had our friend Kate come get Timmy so we could focus on labor and go to the hospital whenever we were ready. I'd planned to go walking with Kate and another friend, Abbi, that morning. Unfortunately, I forgot to text Abbi that I was in labor, so she came to our house as planned, surprised to see Chris home and me on the couch in labor.
Around 11, we decided to head to the hospital. I think contractions were 6-7 minutes apart at that point? Sleep deprivation kicking in, sorry. The hospital is an hour away, so we figured it best to be near the hospital, especially given that I was only in active labor with Timmy for 10 hours.
We arrived at the hospital and got a close parking spot (miracle!) but I quickly realized I was in no shape to walk to the doors and go up to the second floor. Chris drove to the drop off spot, left the van and we went inside. Unlike with Timmy, I opted for the wheelchair ride to the maternity ward, where we were quickly given a room and I got changed into a gown, etc. They tried to give me a hep lock, but weren't able to find a vein. Since I didn't have Group B strep this time (thank you, Jesus!) the on call doctor said I was fine without one. (My doctor was out of town that day.)
The charge nurse, Renee, was incredibly kind and stayed with me while Chris went to park the car. She also checked me and said I was 7 cm dilated--woohoo! Unfortunately, no one had any idea just how many hours those last three centimeters would take.
My contractions kept coming every 5 minutes or so. They were painful, but between Chris and my Bible verses, I was hanging in there. In our birth plan, we'd asked to mostly be left alone and the nurses were quite respectful of that.
Around 5:30, the nurse checked me and I was at 7 1/2. So discouraging. She was a little concerned that he might be sunny side up, so she suggested I labor on the edge of the bed. Just like in my labor with Timmy, moving was excruciating and miserable, but once I had done it, I felt SO much better. I also spent about an hour in the shower, which was AMAZING.
Since it's been a month, some of the details are fuzzy, but I do know that progress took forever. With Timmy, I ended up on Pitocin for a few hours, but that was never even suggested at this hospital. At about 6:30, the on call doctor wanted to put me on an antibiotic since my water had been broken for 12 hours. They were able to get an IV going, which ended up being a really good thing. Although I had been eating Jello and drinking water, I was still dehydrated, and the nurse thought that some fluids might help me finish dilating. (At this point I was about a 7.5.) She also wanted me to try laying on my side for three contractions. I remembered trying to labor on my side with Timmy and not being able to do it because the pain was so bad, but with a concrete number like 3 in my head, I thought I could, and I did.
After that I also labored on the side of the bed for awhile. By now, I was definitely in transition and feeling absolutely miserable. I was convinced I'd never finish dilating. At the end of each contraction, I was having a slight (though not overwhelming) urge to push, so I got back in bed and the nurse checked me. She then uttered some of the most beautiful words I've ever heard: "you're complete." I'd gone from 8 to 10 in less than an hour!
Right after that, I felt like I absolutely without question needed to push. Our nurse (who, by the way, was awesome and chose us specifically because we were doing a natural/drug-free birth) wanted to try a few pushes to see where I was. I pushed once and she could see Isaac's head! Chris told me this and I was so thrilled--I'd been praying that pushing would be mercifully short. The doctor was standing outside the room, so someone got his attention, he (literally) ran to put gloves on and two or three pushes later, Isaac was on my chest, healthy and with a head full of dark hair. He started nursing when he was less than 30 minutes old (a HUGE answer to prayer as Timmy struggled to nurse for a long time), and we called our families to tell them the good news, after we figured out his name, that is.
About 15 minutes after he was born, I said, "I think he's an Isaac!," and as Chris told me later, "I figured after what you'd been through, you deserved to pick his name." Had he been born after midnight, he would have been Benjamin Mark, named after my brother whose birthday is the 27th, but since he wanted his own birthday, we went with Isaac, which Chris had suggested months ago and I'd fallen in love with.
So, that's the story. Short on specific details because it's somehow been an entire month since this all happened, and my mommy brain, though functioning, is certainly doing so at a diminished capacity these days. Timmy loves his baby brother and constantly points to him, saying "baby!" and giving hugs. God is good, my friends, and these two beautiful boys are one more proof of that.
Saturday, May 05, 2012
So this is very delayed, (typed one handed on my touchpad while holding a sleeping baby) but Isaac Jeffery is finally here! After 14 hours of hard labor, he was born on April 26 at 9:55 pm, weighing 8lb 4 oz and measuring 20 inches exactly. So far he's shown himself to be a champion eater, gaining a pound in less than a week. After Timmy who struggled to nurse and gain weight, it's a blessing to have a baby who likes to eat.
I don't have any pictures on my touchpad, but he has a full head of dark hair, an adorable double chin, his brother's cowlick and we are in love with him.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
In case you didn't see my Facebook status, you have a name and we have a van now. Our hospital bags have been packed so long I've nearly forgotten what's in them. Timmy has his Big Brother shirt and waves at my stomach when we ask him "where's baby brother?"
It was your great aunt's birthday today and while I know she would have loved to share it with you, maybe you're wanting a day of your own (which is fine) but if that's the case, please remember that it's your uncle's birthday on Friday, and we'd really like to meet you before then.
In the last month, I've organized the linen closet, pantry and several other places around the house. If you want me to rearrange the kitchen cabinets before your arrival, please let me know.
You've officially beaten your older brother for longest stay inside of Mom. There are scads of people waiting to meet you who eagerly answer every phone call with "baby yet??" So really, little man, don't you think it's time to come out and meet the world?
Thursday, April 12, 2012
|Timmy at 2ish months|
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
However, we have drugstores in our town, so what's to stop me from playing the drugstore game and lowering our grocery budget that way? I'm inspired to try it in the evenings when Chris can stay with Timmy and I can fully devote my attention to taking advantage of some great deals.
One of the things I appreciate most about Crystal's book (and blog) is how down to earth and balanced her approach is. As she says over and over again, "if you can't afford something, it's not a good deal." Simple as that. She doesn't advocate blowing your budge on something just because it's a good deal, which is something I need to keep telling myself.
Oh, and if you're looking for motivation to declutter/organize, just listen to her chapter on clutter while staring at your very messy pantry. Quite inspiring!
Monday, March 12, 2012
This afternoon, I got a huge chip in my fingernail because I ran my hand into the corner of the wall. Seriously...who does this??
I'm hoping that all this klutziness isn't a sign of impending labor. But it's okay--I packed the hospital bag today.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
|Loving some Pinterest inspiration|
Speaking of Timmy, he loves our new place. Freedom to crawl everywhere (no stairs) and a yard! He's getting much better at standing on his own, and playing independently, too.
|A little morning reading|
I know I said Baby2 had a name, but we're not quite so sure now. It depends on the day if we've settled on one or not. I'm currently voting that we wait until he's born and see if he looks like a ____ or ____.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
We got the keys last Thursday and so far have cleaned, removed/prepped all the doors, drawers and cabinets for painting, put the first coat on the doors and ripped up the dining room carpet. And yes, I get tired just looking at the list of what we've done. Hopefully the painting will be done by the weekend. That, along with installing laminate flooring and putting up curtains are on our pre-move in list. So, so excited to live in a house that we own. One that has space for entertaining, a larger garage, no stairs and a real yard. Meanwhile, any spare evenings are spent at the new house and I've come to accept that easy meals and two slightly chaotic residences are just life right now.