Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Here is a map of the rout that I plan on taking, what do you think?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Sorry that it's taking me a while to get this second part posted. I'm sure you've all been anxiously waiting on the edge of your seats for the next part. Well, I’ve been anxiously waiting on the edge of my bed for the next feeding, changing, sleeping, feeding, changing, sleeping, feeding.....
I have much more respect for people with babies now.
Ok. So there I was. 5 cm dilated. They wheel me into the “birthing suite” – which is more like your average Motel 6 room with tile floors and an adjustable bed, minus the smoke smell. The nurses are coming in every 2 mins, sitckin’ and pokin’ me with all kinds of things. I have to say that my all time favorite shot was the EPIDURAL. And it didn't hurt as bad as people say. I've had worse novocaine shots at the dentist. Once I got that I was good to go J Highly recommend it. I can honestly say that I enjoyed the whole labor experience thanks to the epidural. I even remember thinking while in the thick of it all that I’d be willing to have another kid someday. It wasn’t so bad J
note the zebra pillows; a comfort from home.
I was sitting there for several hours, waiting in anticipation to finally meet our little guy. Don’t remember much during this part. Although we did watch all 3 hours of Anne of Green Gables (Good reminder of how things used to be and how grateful I am for how things are now. Especially when it comes to medical advancements).
I started pushing at 2:30pm. By about 4:00 he was crowning and ready to come out. His little head was visible. I could see it!! But of course the nurses are all telling me to wait for the doctor to come and that she’d be there in about 10 mins. WAIT!? I’m not going to WAIT!! I want to push this kid out NOW!! I’ve waited nine months to see him I’m not going to WAIT another 10 mins!
But then, every Relief Society lesson about patience and enduring to the end popped into my head and I bit my tongue. It’s better to scream in your head than out loud. Right???
20 minutes later the doc shows up.
A couple big pushed and he's out! This beautiful, wet, scrunched up baby appears! He’s not crying, he’s just very lethargic and relaxed – like it was no big deal that he’d just passed through a 10 cm tunnel. But then the Russian nurses come to the rescue and rough him up. He soon begins to cry..
I don’t get to hold him for 5 mins. But it felt like 5 hours. I was soooooo happy and relieved when they finally placed him in my arms. Who wouldn’t be??
And then I immediately ordered TWO chocolate milkshakes!
I’d been planning on that milkshake for quite some time. Mmmm. Chocolate J
But even more than the mircale of chocolate, BABIES are certainly the biggest blessing there is. A gift from Heavenly Father. I was not quite prepared for the overwhelming love I would feel for this child. I’ve been around a lot of newborns, but I’m in awe when I hold and kiss my little Nolan. It sometimes feels like a dream and I look around and wonder, “Okay, when is his mother going to come and take him back.” And then I realize that I’m the mother. I’m a mother! I’m a MOM!!!!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Thank you to hubby Kirk for at least getting SOMETHING posted about our new, cute, oodles of joy! Nolan is doing great and definitely has his daddy's calm temperament (Thank goodness! Some day I'll get one just like me and wonder how my parents did it).
Details?? I want to write out the whole story right now! But due to recent lack-of-sleepness (hence the 3 am post) and uncomfortable engorgement and tender tears, the details will have to come in segments. Overall, things went well - but certainly not as expected:)
No, it was not a front porch delivery. thank goodness.
Just after my 12am, post about contractions and going to the hospital, we got there and (I'm in pain mind you) they told us to GO HOME. What!?! I purposefully waited THREE HOURS of regular and extremely uncomfortable contractions to be SURE that this was it. You hear too many stories about people being sent home from the hospital cause they jumped the gun, and I wasn't about to be one of THOSE people.
But I was. Apparently, they WERE real contractions, but I was still only dilated at 2 cm. Luckily I at least got some mega drugs to help me get some sleep at home. And I had no idea how precious those last few hours of sleep would be.
The sleep drugs they gave me kicked in while still in the car just before getting home (around 3am). And that’s when the hallucinations kicked in…..
I have no idea how I got onto the couch. All I remember was that everything in the room turned yellow and there were bright lights dancing on the ceiling. Kirk was trying to talk to me, but for some reason he had a strange goatee and a pointy Chinese hat on. I remember looking at him with fondness and saying “Aww, you’re my little Samurai Warrior…” And then I was OUT.
When I woke up I was confused about where I was. I forgot that I was pregnant (yeah, weird), and I asked Kirk, “Where did all the people go??” He said looked at me strangely and said, “Umm, who?” “Everyone! Everyone was here. Where’d they go?” I insisted.
Eventually the drugs wore off and I was reminded of the contractions, which had painfully increased to the “don’t touch or talk to me I hurt everywhere!” kind of pain. We decided that it was time to go to the hospital again. This really WAS it.
By then it was 7:30am, which means morning rush hour traffic on the HWY. Of course. Traffic was going no where. I had FOUR extremely painful contractions just while waiting for the ramp signal. They really need a special labor and delivery lane.
BUT we eventually made it to good old
They finally decide that I’m dilated enough to be admitted. I was at 5 whole cintemeters…..
....Okay, gotta go. Baby needs milking machine! Here are some pictures for your taunting pleasure: