Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A Pea in the Pod

So, taking care of an infant is a lot of work. 
Shocking, right?!
 I really thought in between feeding and changing I would have some time to myself during the napping.
 I was wrong.
 At least for now. 
So I will do my best to keep the blog a float, but I have a feeling my posts are going to be much fewer for the rest of the summer!


 My water broke at about 11:30pm
 I was in my hospital room at 12:30am
I delivered at 5:20am
 I am glad it went fast, but it definitely wasn’t what I had expected.


I suppose I should start from the beginning.
I tried to write the short of it, but it ended up being really long.
So, here is the long of it.


Our Birth Story

It’s Thursday night, Steve and I had just gotten home from dinner and trivia at the local Pub with my family.
 I was working on a drawing that I wanted to get done for a while. ( Post on that later)
While I am cleaning up, I realize  Bentley had peed all over the basement floor .
 I got some paper towels and bent down to clean it up when I heard a pop.
 I assumed it was my hip....and you know what they say about assuming...
 It makes an ass out of you and me, or it means you are about to give birth.

 I stood back up and like a child in the kiddy pool,the flood gates released. 
Naturally, I'm thinking I peed my pants ( because that happens so often?!) 
In retrospect it really made more sense that it was my water breaking, but at the time that didn't seem as likely. 

 I head upstairs to where Steve is and tell  him what happened.
 I figured I had a weak bladder from pregnancy or something.
 As I am standing there though, I can feel more water running down my leg, and I have absolutely no control over it.
Steve pointed out that it was probably my water and not pee. 
Which made me feel better about myself, but I wasn’t sure if I believed him because I always imagined it as more of a gush, like you see in the movies. 

We call the Dr. and she tells us to head into the hospital and they will check me out.
 When we get to the hospital they don't bother checking me to see how far along I am. 
Since it's my first baby they assured me I wouldn’t likely be having it for another 12 hours or so. 
(Oh how wrong they could be.)

They confirm my water had broke and admit me.
.  We don't bother calling everyone yet, since it's late at night and the baby won't be here till the next day some time anyway.


About an hour later I am finally out of Triage and in my room when contractions start,but I don't realize that is what they are.
 I just think I am anxious and uncomfortable.
(Apparently I have a  much higher tolerance for pain than I previously thought)
Our nurse encourages us to call my friend Anna who is also our Doula and tell her to come to the hospital.

I try sitting on my Yoga Ball, it doesn't help much.
So I get in the jetted tub in my room hoping the water will give me some relief.

  My contractions continue and are happening pretty frequently, but no one seems to be alarmed. 
At this point I am thinking, "Wow, this REALLY hurts and it's only been a few hours. What are the next 10 hours going to be like?!"
So I tell the nurse I want to start my Epidural.
In order to do that though, I have to make my way back to the bed.

By now I can't really have a whole conversation with anyone to explain what is going on in my body!
 The contractions are taking my breath away and I feel like passing out.
Steve is coaching me through the contractions as I attempt to get up out of the tub, dry off and make my way back to the bed. 
Moving those 12 feet took me about 15-20 min because I have to keep stopping for contractions. 
Still, no one is alarmed... so Steve and I assume this is the normal course of labor and are glad I am about to get drugs!

Anna shows up and takes over coaching me.
I get into the bed and the next contraction makes me scream out loud and curl up into a ball.
 The nurse is all " Whoa, what was that!? That sounded like more than a contraction!" 
I'm all " It hurts! It hurts! Something is happening!!!!"
So, she checks me and Surprise, I am 9 cm and she can see Clark's head!
(Insert WTF moment right here.)

Now it is too late for me to get an epidural. 
The nurse says, if I can hold off pushing ( which is pretty much impossible, because my body seems to have a mind of its own right now) they can get me the epidural but I need to finish my IV and then it will take about 20 min for it all to kick in. 
OR 
I can just start pushing and "get it over with."

I am  in as close to what I can describe as "shock." 
  Not only am I dealing with contractions that I never planned on dealing with, now I am trying to mentally process what is about to happen and also trying to make a sane decision.

 I remember just laying there in absolute confusion looking at Steve and then at the nurse and then at Steve  in a panic, not knowing what to do or say. 
Steve and Anna kept telling me “ You can do this, just push, get him out, you will feel better.”  
I wanted to believe them but I felt so confused.
 I had a really hard time deciding what I needed to do.
 I decided to push.
I really felt like I didn’t have another option.
 Clark was coming and there was no way I could lay there and take more contractions like the ones I was having and wait for my epidural.
 I was so frustrated though, because this wasn’t my original plan. 
This wasn’t how I had imagined it going in my head.
 They told me we would have hours before I delivered. 
We brought a movie to watch, I packed snacks, my mom was supposed to be there!! 
Now, I am minutes away from having a baby? Naturally? Right now?!

Pushing started, it was the worst pain I have ever felt and I thought I was going to die. 
 I remember thinking, “ I wish they could just knock me out so I don’t have to do this and wake me up when it’s over”
 I do not consider myself a strong person, mentally or physically.
I have a low pain tolerance. 
( Although I have tattoos and piercings somehow)
I am not competitive. 
( I am totes okay with throwing in the towel)
I can be insecure.
(I doubt myself a lot)
And lastly,
I am kinda lazy when I want to be
(I don't like to do it if it's really hard)

All of those traits definitely don’t scream, “ I ‘m ready to push out this baby!”
   ( Also, I want my Mom!!)

After about 10-15 minutes
Clark is born at 5:20 am Friday morning. 
Exactly one week early.
Steve helped deliver him and cut the cord. 
Clark didn’t scream or cry, he just made a few noises and looked around. 
After they took him over to the table to get wiped off, he rolled himself over and put his hand on the side of the changing table and pushed himself up and lifted his head.
 As if he wanted to look around the room and see what was going on. 
Everyone was amazed by his strength!
I felt so relieved to be done with the hardest thing I have ever done.

Then the Dr. tells me, “ Oh yeah, it’s not over yet, you need to deliver the placenta” 
Which took probably another 20 minutes and was also pretty painful. 
No one tells you about that part.
They had to message my stomach and tug on the cord because it didn’t just detach on it’s own like it normally does I guess.
Sorry if that's all TMI.
You asked for it.






The happy grandmas












Friday, July 13, 2012

We interupt this blog to have a baby

Introducing 
Clark Augustus 

Born exactly one week early
Friday July 6, 2012
5:20 am
All Natural
 (  Which wasn't the plan )
Weighing 7 lbs 14 oz
18 inches long








Birth Story to come soon!




Tuesday, July 10, 2012

My new home

The upstairs is SO close to being done, I can taste it.
Ok, not really taste...it does still smell like new carpet though.
Here are the most recent pics of our progress. 
Once everything is 100% done, I will do a post with before and after pics for more drama. :)

The stairs with new bead board on the walls
and the railing waiting to be hung





                                                         View from the top of the stairs



Heading into the space


See that creepy little hole that goes into the attic? 
Yeah, I have to sleep next to that.

We finally got a door on there.


Steve built it from scratch and used a vintage latch we found in the basement so it looks original to the house.
Now I feel less like a troll is going to pop out of there.




My getting ready corner



The dressers in the wall!
( Awaiting their trim on the bottoms)



Heading into the nursery 


Looking back


My temporary closet until we build some storage 


And last but not least, the bedroom.

Pretty good for a few months elbow grease I think!




Monday, July 9, 2012

No more teachers, no more books

Chalkboards are a thing of the past. 
But, they make good art work.
I got this huge board at a garage sale for $1.00.
I brought it home, cleaned it up and made it my own.


Inspiration:






This is what it looked like when I brought it home


Steve attaching a hanger to the back


The finished Product




I think it goes pretty well in the kitchen.
 I considered spraying it with a clear coat to preserve it, but decided it would be more fun to change it every couple months.
So when this gets smeared by some drunk husband or little kid who is off their leash, I will update it with something new!




Saturday, July 7, 2012

Save the boobies

Sometimes it just seems like one thing after another.
 I have hit a number of road blocks through this pregnancy and it is finally almost over.
I guess this is just the grand finale!
Luckily nothing has been super serious, just an extra step here or keep on eye on this there.
However, about a month ago I noticed a lump in my breast!

Yeah, I just went there.
Sorry if this is TMI, but I felt like sharing.



 So I had the Dr. take a look at my next apt. 
She agreed that it was unusual even with all the changes my body is currently going through being in my third trimester and all. 
So she sent me next door to see a surgeon for a second opinion. 
After that appointment, the surgeon wanted me to have an ultrasound done to see if it was a solid mass or just enlarged duct or glad, most likely due to pregnancy.

So, the next day I had an ultra sound done at the Breast Clinic. 
They determined that it was large enough to be of concern ( About 3 cm, feels maybe the size of a dime) and a solid mass not a gland. 

The Dr. from the Breast clinic said she wasn't worried about it and I had two options.
 A- Leave it alone, since I am about to have a baby and keep an eye on it. 
It might go away and it might not. 
It might continue to grow and it might not.
 It might be cancerous and it might not...... ( option A sounds dumb)

B- Since you can't truly confirm it is benign from an ultrasound, they could do a needle biopsy on it and send out the sample to be checked. 
Then we can make a decision from there based off the results. 

I went with B.
Duh.
 Why would I just leave it and cross my fingers?! 
Apparently A LOT of people do though. 
Especially girls my age, who don't have a  family history of cancer and who are about to have a baby.

Which makes sense...
But in my opinion, knowing for sure if something is wrong or not kinda trumps all that.

So I went in for my biopsy. 
The Dr. doing the procedure came in and reviewed my case and then attempted to talk me out of having the biopsy done. 
Since I am so close to giving birth and so young, and healthy and yadda yadda yadda, she suggested we just leave it and keep an eye on it. 

Once again, I refused and said I wanted it tested!

All I could think about were the stories I have heard or read  involving girls who were typically so healthy, or under 30 and not at risk who had doctors recommend they just " Keep an eye on it."

So they wait and watch and then one day down the road something happens and they find out its cancerous and if only they had done something about it when they first discovered it, maybe things would have been different. 
 I don't want to be that girl. 

Take it out, let's be done with it, let me move on and not have to wonder if this foreign object is possibly going to kill me one day.

The procedure was about 15 minutes and they used local anesthesia, so I didn't feel anything.
 I just have to ice for the next few days and take Tylenol for pain.


I got word today that the results came back negative and it is just a benign lactating tumor, brought on by pregnancy.
So it could possibly go away on it's own later on.
 If not, I will probably have it removed.
 Even though they said it's benign, I would rather be lump free and not have to think about it again.


So check yourself before you wreck yourself!


Friday, July 6, 2012

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Baby shower # 2!

 My sister and a few close family friends threw me another baby shower!
It was great (Even though there was a storm happening outside!)

The shower was Tea Party Themed and we had tons of great food and treats.
Including scones and jams, cookies, cupcakes, fruit, mini sandwiches and cake! 
It was delicious.




Some of the food


The party planners!


Opening Gifts





Keyboard cat!



Baby bodies on a frame!


Family photo ( can you tell we are related?



My cousin Lily and Aunt Cheryl
( Not to be confused with my mom)


My 2 moms


Bentley's meet & great




Some of the loot!



I also got a pack and play and diaper genie. 
Two things I was worried I wouldn't have in time for the baby!


This cute little sleep sack my mom sewed for me. 
It is so cozy.
I think I might need a matching one for myself, but then Steve would want one too.....
Hmmmm.....Awkward family photos, anyone?!