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April 29, 2013

Delivering a Baby

For the second time, I became a mom. This time to a baby boy. I opted for a schedule csection since I had one the first time. It worked for me, but may not be suitable for everyone. And to that I say, to each his own. In my opinion, getting a baby into this world can happen two different ways, and each way can have its disadvantages and advantages. So neither way is perfect, it just sometimes works better for certain people.

Arriving at the hospital for a scheduled csection was interesting. Only because it was the exact same hospital and entrance, and there was much of it I don't recall from the first visit, because I was in labor. This time it was nice to be called to complete paperwork, to begin my IV in the recovery room, to be monitored pain free and get to know the people and nurses who would be taking care of me for the rest of the day. I signed my consent forms and around 12:30pm I was on my way to meeting my child for the first time.

A csection is painful. Very painful if you ask me, but then again, Vaginal birth can be just as painful. The pulling and tugging on your body can be felt the entire time you are numb, and there's nothing that can be done about that. Here's how my day went: 

I entered the operating room and climbed onto the operating table. My doctor helped me shape my body into a cat-like pose to receive the spinal medication to numb me. I then laid on the table and waited for the drugs to begin working. The staff was busy around me. The sponge counting lady, Laurie was happily at her post, ready to count; the anesthesiologist was at my head and getting items ready for the delivery including adding drugs and fluid to my arms and giving me oxygen. My doctor was out scrubbing up with her assistant/partner in crime/Jennifer, my nurse was moving about. Once I was numb, the blue curtain came up and they brought in my husband. Then I thought I was going to vomit and hated every minute of it. Then all of the sudden I was informed I was given anti nausea drugs and instantly I felt better! The tugging and pulling continued and at 1:08pm (one minute earlier than my previous csection) a baby was born. Just after that, I was given medication for the pain (which I elected to have) and at that point, I was out of it. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I was told this medication would make me a bit groggy, but I was out of it. I could hear everything going on around the room, but I was unable to move, unable to open my eyes, unable to speak. It sucked, but at least the pain was much more bearable.

My favorite part of this entire ordeal is that my husband and I thought we knew what this would be like - because we've both done it before. But I never realized how excited the nurses and staff would be to learn that we did not know the gender of our baby. And once that was revealed, they all wanted to know who would announce the gender in the delivery room. This was something we hadn't even thought about. But it was then decided that "the dad" would tell everyone what the gender was. And he did, after our baby was born, they held him up and he said, "It's a boy."

That's about when I went into my pain-free coma and I could hear crying and struggled to open my eyes to see my own child, but was so relieved that we had a boy. We had a few girl names, but nothing was set in stone, but we had three complete boy names, Hudson being the first. I was hoping for a boy, but knew there was a chance we'd have a girl, but I just tried not to think about it in an attempt to not have to come up with girl names. I spent countless hours searching on the internet and we checked out two books at the library about baby names. One we reviewed over Christmas on our drive to South Carolina. Girl names on the way there and boy names on the way back. Still with no success on girl names.

After I was stitched up, I was moved into the recovery room where all I wanted was ice chips and this is where the second worst part of having a baby came into play (the first is naming your child) my uterus was pushed on every 15 minutes to ensure it was contracting as it should be. I hate hate hate this part and no matter what pain medications you are on, it's the WORST of all the birth feelings.

After recovery I went into my mother baby room and got my ice chips. They were waiting for me when I arrived. I was grateful the staff let me eat dinner, fasting all day stunk and they helped me get out of bed once that night, too.

We revealed most everything via our twitter account and that's how we told the world. It worked for us and I hope we had a lot of stalkers.

Hudson David
was born on Wednesday, April 24th, 2013
at 1:08 pm in the afternoon
7 lbs 12ounces and 18.25" long


April 24, 2013

Baby Day

Our baby will be entering the world sometime after lunch today, April 24th.

All the delivery updates and baby information (including the gender and name) can be found on our twitter page on Wednesday:

If you ARE familiar with twitter, follow us to comment and give feedback during our hospital stay.

If you are NOT familiar with twitter:
-You do not need an account to view our twitter feed that will include all the updates and latest information.

Thanks to grandma and grandpa for coming and taking care of our toddler and to everyone who put well wishes on our facebook pages and on our twitter feed. It should be an eventful day! 

April 22, 2013

Remain Calm

For some reason, I was certain I would go into labor early and have my baby on April 22nd. I think that thought came from the fact that it was 9 days before my due date - which is when my last child was born. I woke up this morning, this Earth Day, and had a little cramp. It was also potluck day, which is what happend with my last child! I began to freak out that my premonition was coming true! Thankfully the cramp didn't last and I didn't have contractions all day long while at work like I did last time. But now there is a new twist. My daughter has a fever. Just in time for me to have a baby and bring a new baby home. Sigh. I'm remaining calm and if the fever stays, she won't be able to see her new sibling in the hospital as I had hoped and planned, She will hopefully be well enough to see her silbling when we return home on Saturday.

April 09, 2013

How are you Feeling? Are You Ready?

Two weeks from today is my last day of work and on April 24th I will have a c-section and be introduced to a son or a daughter. Most people are asking me how I am feeling and if I am ready, and I have to admit, I feel fine and also terribly unprepared. So my solution is to simply "not think about it."

Here's how I feel:

- I miss sleeping on my back. That's about all I can really complain about. Except for a few aches and pains in my legs during the night that cause me to roll from my left side to my right, I feel fine.

-I get heartburn sometimes, which I call yucky throat, because my heart doesn't burn, It just feels yucky in the back of my throat, and a berry flavored tums solves all of that. 

-I have no issues getting up or rolling over, as the doctor told me at my 35 week visit that I've gained 12 pounds. Yes, you read that correctly and I am bragging a bit. But don't worry. This happened last time when I was knocked up. I only gained 15 and I came back to my "normal weight" before I realized what had even happened. This time I have a goal to keep it off - since I will most likely weigh less after the baby is born. And so everyone wants to know: How do you do it?  Well, it's not intentional. I simply cannot eat as much. My portion size is much smaller.

Here's what I don't have done: 

- A name for a girl picked out - although we have three complete boy names.

- A bag packed. 

- A nursery that is 100% ready. I still need to make the bed/mattress, wash and hang clothes, wash and put away bottles. I'm sure there is a ton more, but I am trying not to think about it. 

-A plan for 2 car seats in one car. 

Okay, so maybe after typing it the list isn't THAT bad, but for me, a planner and organized person, it is. Two weeks to go, I need to get on the ball! 

April 01, 2013

A Not-So-Good, Good Friday

This past Friday was Good Friday and I was overjoyed to find out my husband did not have to work because I had to schedule a prenatal appointment at 1:10pm because that was all that was available. This time was right in the middle of my 3 year old's nap time and knowing my husband would be home meant he could stay home with her while I went to the appointment alone. This was also the "vaginal swab" appointment as I call it - testing for Group B Strep. So it would be nice to not have to explain to my daughter why the doctor was "down there" or why I had to get halfway naked. PLUS after my appointment I could go to the grocery store alone and stop at any other store I wanted to stop at without having to haul a 30 pounder in and out of the car.

My trip to the doctor's office on a Good Friday afternoon began with a ridiculous amount of traffic - not sure if it was the time of day I was out (usually all my appointments are before 10am) or the fact that it was lunchtime, or Good Friday and most people were off, or if the beautiful sunshine had brought everyone outside. But it was annoying. 

After arriving at my appointment, having the baby's heart rate checked and discovering it was 110, the doctor wanted to "put me on the monitor." I had no idea what this meant. Then, I found out I had to wait 20-30 minutes in the waiting room because another woman was "on the monitor" and as soon as she was done, it was my turn. (Good thing my three year old wasn't with me!) I sat in the waiting room and a slew of emotions began to come over me. Mostly the thought that my baby was dying inside of my belly as I sat there and waited. I could feel my eyes fill with water as I frantically texted and called my husband, asking him to reply. And this is where I go into my side note:

My husband had just returned the night before and left/lost his phone somewhere between Atlanta and Flint. He wasn't certain where it was, but we began an online lost and found claim with the airport. We were using a super old flip phone we have, that carries his personal number on it (which is forwarded to his work phone) to check his work messages and allow him to have a way to make a call if he needed to. I was calling and texting this phone and number with no response from him, so this made me freak out even more!

When I was called back into the room, I was told I was having an NST test or Non Stress Test. I thought I would just be sitting in this chair relaxing and monitoring my baby's heart rate and then i was given a button. I was told to push the Jeopardy like button every time I felt movement. And of course, at first, there was no movement. I was immediately taken back to hearing tests in grade school. You'd put those headphones on and raise your hand when you heard the sound. It took you a minute to realize how quiet that sound was, and I would freak out right away when I thought I missed the first few sounds. That I'd be wearing hearing aids in no time.

Well, I figured if I missed some movement, I'd be in the hospital within the hour (part of the text to my husband said to pack food for our daughter, because she's always hungry when we get into the car, and that way, if he had to meet me at the hospital, he'd at least be prepared with food for her.) 

Right off the bat the test began "looking good" as the nurse said. I drank some ice water, watched the monitor, and pushed my button when I felt movement. 20 minutes later I was set to leave and everything "looked good" according to the doctor. Whew. I left an hour or so behind my "schedule" but survived. And my husband did call, but by that time, I was sitting in the recliner pushing the button and my phone was on vibrate, so I missed it. He never did get my text - because he wasn't sure how to check it on the "jitterbug" as we call that phone. 

So after getting a hold of my husband - his phone was located by Delta and was shipping to him that day - I went to the grocery store near my doctor's office. I walked in, and grabbed a cart and turned around and walked out. I realized I had asked my doctor to send the prescription to the other grocery store I frequent. So I hopped back into my car, and drove toward that one, which was on the way home so it wasn't that far out of the way. When I arrived at the second store, the pharmacy didn't have my script, so I called the doctor's office. Of course they were dealing with unexpected high call volumes, so I shopped and after 18 minutes of holding and talking to the receptionist, it was all squared away and I got what I needed. 30 minutes later I am done shopping, so I swing by the pharmacy and am told my script 'just came in' and it would be about 20 minutes. Sigh. By this time it's almost 5pm and I realize I just need to get my stuff and get out of here. 

BUT, it doesn't end there - there are a lot of checkout lanes open, and of course I pick the one with the woman who has probably over 50 cards on top of a cart full of groceries. I wait a while as I watch the lady next to me, who got in line at the same time, go on her merry way, and the next and the next and finally I remove myself from the line and pick another. I felt like I was in line for so long that I had read all the gossip articles I wanted to read! It was brutal.

So my relaxing day, Good Friday, spending an afternoon alone was not really enjoyed! It was stressful, emotional and I am so glad it is over!