Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
So I felt like I really needed to go, bad. Although it mostly felt like GI distress, the thought was in the back of my mind maybe this is a contraction? Nah. Although I had read about how the body prepares for birth by passing everything through a day or two before. Hmmmmm. So I go, and I go again, again, you get the idea. Now it’s just after 1am, I go again, this time there’s a little something ‘extra’, a glob or plug or something equally icky and attention getting. It was at this point I finally decided I should wake George, maybe this was it, because the cramping sure wasn’t getting any better, just a lot worse and quickly.
Poor George shot out of bed when I flipped on the bathroom light. I think he said something like ‘Is it go time?’ I smiled at him for a moment, ‘yeah I think it might be’. He asked how long I’d been up and I filled him in on what had transpired so far. During these brief minutes I had more cramping, and it hurt more. He asked if he had time to take a shower, I thought he did. He showers pretty quickly. So he jumped in and I stood in the bathroom holding the counter up…another cramp, it hurt. I told him it was happening again. I continued holding the counter, another cramp, not two minutes later, ouch, it was pretty darn uncomfortable! He quickly got dressed and we started gathering things up to top off the hospital bag and diaper bag. OUCH, these are most definitely contractions and darn if they don’t hurt! I had to stop and breathe through them, holding the bed, the wall, whatever was there. George asked if he should wake my parents, I agreed it’s probably a good idea. He goes upstairs, and apparently my mother with super hearing asks if it’s baby time before he even gets down the hall to their bedroom door. Things started moving pretty quick at this point. George loaded things in the car, I paced around the bedroom. Owie owie owie was repeated many times…still at a reasonable volume at this point in time. George helped me up the stairs, my mom met us in the hall all smiles that it was baby time! Yay? It was really hurting now! I remember stopping and clinging to the wall on the way to the car, the owie chant was getting louder. I think we pulled out of the garage a little after 2am, sitting in the car didn’t agree with me, I reclined the seat back which felt a little better for a while.
Contractions were coming about every two minutes or less at this point. Every bump in the road hurt, every turn at a corner was painful. Silly George actually tried to stop at a red light, I might have said a little extra loudly, ‘What are you doing?! There’s no one there! GO GO GO!’ So he ran a few lights and stop signs after that. We did have to stop for one major light on SR500 and I think one on Mill Plain. Oh and silly George again, for some reason he thought going 5 mph over the speed limit was fast enough, hehe, so in my polite labor crazed way I corrected him. He went faster. I might have been yelling owie owie owie this really hurts, over and over and over by the time we got to the birth center. Loudly, me, yelling, during labor, not what I was expecting to do, but hey, it helped.
We got to SWMC birth center I think about 2:30am. George stopped the car in front of the doors like they had told us to do in birth class. He left the car running, not sure about that one, but hey, I wasn’t about to argue with him. He helped me out of the car and towards the doors. I saw another couple walking towards the doors, obviously they were there in labor also, but she was walking just fine. I barely made it through the doors on my feet. At night they lock the inner doors for security and you have to press the intercom to the nurses station to get in. So George pushes the button, I yell OWIE OWIE OWIE a few more times, he holds me off the floor. The nice voice from the intercom asks if she can help us, George says very calmly, ‘We’re having a baby’. She tells him to come through the doors and to the left to the nurses station. He holds me up, I’m still yelling and I think crying by this point. We have to wait a minute while they find our paperwork. Good thing we pre-registered! The other couple is standing at the counter now too. She looks fine, damn her, why is she even there?! Obviously she’s not ready yet! I did not say this out loud, I have no idea who she was, but I still kinda resent her for looking so calm while I felt like my insides where being crushed.
They take us to triage. Contractions are about every minute, minute and a half maybe. Yeah, like I said before, wasn’t expecting to be so vocal, and I kinda feel bad for the other people there, but again, it helped. The nurse asked when contractions started, I think George told her just before 1am, she looks surprised. I think she was skeptical about how far I was, perhaps thinking I’m just a drama queen or something? Not sure, but she checks me, and tells us in a slightly shocked voice, I’m at a good 9.5cm, we’re going to have our baby now! Another nurse asked from the hall how far I was, 9.5cm! Oh! They moved quickly. I yelled. Loudly. Not screaming mind you, nothing bloody murder shrieking, but some seriously loud moaning and my favorite, OW OW OW OWIE OWIE!!!!!! The nurses wheeled us down the hall towards a room, I clung to the bed rail and the nurse told me not too, she didn’t want to hurt my fingers if she hit a wall. I kept my eyes closed most of the way.
The next contraction hit and I needed to push. So I did. Someone noticed and said, good, push if you feel the urge. Urge? Like I had a choice? It wasn’t an option people, pushing needed to happen Right Now. On the second push I felt a weird pressure, then a gush, my water broke. A few seconds later the nurses said something about the baby’s heart rate and that I needed to roll over. That was hard, I didn’t want to move or let go of the rail. George told me very calmly that the baby’s heart rate had dropped too low and they were worried about her, I had to roll to my left side to help her. I rolled with help, for her, my baby.
There was no rail! George was on the other side, I had nothing to hold on too! And then a nice nurse told me to put my arm around her, she was great. I clung to her. I can’t even remember her name, but she was the best. They wanted me to hold my leg while I pushed, I didn’t want to. George held it for me. He was amazing, right there the whole time, watched everything. I pushed again with the next contraction, I could feel the pressure changing as she moved down. On the next push she started to crown. Someone told me to reach down and feel her head. I yelled. A lot. And I remember yelling, ‘I can feel it already!’, I had no need to reach down and touch it too. One more contraction and I pushed hard, so so so hard, and it really really hurt, I can’t describe the pain but be sure, it was intense. Her head was out, follow very quickly by her body. And oh did that feel better. I swear every muscle in my body was either tense or pushing, and then it was over. There she was, all purpleish blue and wet, resting on my chest.
**If you notice, this is the same shirt I was wearing in my 40 week belly picture. I wore it to bed that night.....
Monday, August 24, 2009
Her nights are the worst so far. Anytime between 9pm and 3am every night since we’ve been home, she’s been a screaming mad gas baby. But I can get into that more later…
So Tuesday the 18th I went to the OB at 2:30 for my 40 week appointment. I could tell baby had gotten lower, she had been hurting my sciatic on the left for a few days. I’m sure moving our bedroom downstairs Sunday and Monday helped her move down too! So the doc checked my vitals, I think my blood pressure was up to 122/78, ooohh I know not high but it was the highest I’d been. She did a pelvic exam, first one I’d bothered doing since it finally felt like baby had moved. I was at a good 3-4cm! Doc said her head was low but not fully engaged yet and she was still a little sideways which is why my sciatic hurt. She suggested I get on hands and knees and rock a while since it might help the baby move around to a better position. We briefly talked about induction at 41 weeks, and I told her I was against it unless there was a problem with the baby, so she told me to make another appointment for Monday and they would start fetal monitoring. This of course assuming I didn’t have the baby by then. She guessed it would be another two days or so, but you can never be sure……
I remember having Mom feel my belly that evening when it would get hard. I couldn’t really feel anything, but randomly I’d notice my whole belly was just about rock hard, didn’t hurt at all, just felt weird to poke at! So yay, Braxton Hicks contractions means some progress! Too bad they weren’t regular. George and I went to bed around 10:30 and talked about where to eat for our Anniversary dinner the next day, wow it’s been two years already?! We never did decide where to go. I guess it’s a good thing because it wasn’t going to happen anyway!
I woke up at about 12:45 needing to go to the bathroom.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
This is taken from standing at the double doors above
Ahhh the pretty bathroom counters :) we have more than twice as much counter space now and close to three times the cupboard/drawer space! The counter extends to the right about the same amount as you see to the left.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I'll get some pictures of our new space up a little later, after things are in place.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Congrats Naomi and Mason!
* Naomi was due on 8/10
**If you have no idea who I'm talking about, Naomi is Galen's sister, Galen is married to my sister Jamie.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
***well I'm not as puffy today so maybe it was the humidity? I am really warm though and it's only 68 so far today, ugh.
Monday, August 10, 2009
She hasn't dropped AT ALL, so the dr didn't bother checking my cervix. She still flips side to side just about every day, currently her head is at my right hip, feet kicking at my left rib. She's still on the small side so she has plenty of room to move around. I was getting some BH contractions last night about every 10-15mins. I counted five of them before I fell asleep, but nothing so far this morning. My next appt is on D Day, Tuesday the 18th. And I'm thinking this little girl is going to hang around for a while yet....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIVVY!!!!!! We hope you have a great birthday all the way over there in Florida. I'm going to make some brownies and eat them just for you!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
On Monday I was running errands, driving by the mall and I saw someone pulling over with a bad blown out tire. It was flapping and hitting the car, all kinds of bad stuff. I started thinking, oh that poor person! I hope they have a spare tire, I hope they know how to change it, oh it's so hot outside and this road is so busy...and and sniff sniff They're going to have to get out and change it!!!! I was serious almost in tears. It really caught me off guard, I thought, wow, is this how most people feel the whole time they're pregnant?! Yikes! So I started laughing at myself, Hello Hormones!!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Okay, the watermelon. We've been going through a lot of watermelon this last week, a lot. Not quite one a day, but close. George and I went out to do some errands today and picked up another one, and it's baby!!!! I couldn't resist, it even rang up as 'watermelon baby' can you believe that? Too cute, and the little one is actually very heavy so hopefully it's nice and juicy!