Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
That pretty much wraps up my third week of life. Mommy can't believe how big I am already, even though I still fit into all my newborn clothes, I fill them out pretty well now so it's only a matter of time before she has to put them away. She also told me that she's half way through her maternity leave and in 3 short weeks has to go back to work. That makes us both sad so we try not to think about it just yet. Anyways, time to go take a nap....see you all again soon! ~Jamie
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Here I am at my goal. A few weeks before my wedding in Dec 2008. Sad thing is I thought I was fat then. Haha. I was crazy.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
We're slowly settling into a routine. As much routine as you can have with a newborn. His days and nights are slowly adjusting which makes for one happy mama. Usually takes his last bottle around 11, asleep by 12. Up at 3ish to eat and again around 5 or 6....then we sleep till after 9, it's glorious. We're up just in time to catch the last part of Regis and Kelly and the Price is Right. (I miss you Bob Barker! Drew Carey is kind of a tool) He's a bit more alert during the day now, but there really isn't much to entertain him at this point. Whoever put the 0-3 month age range on all those Baby Einstein toys must be on crack. Either that or they've never been around a newborn. Hopefully he gets more into them soon cause mama's singing isn't very good, I only remember like 4 songs from childhood and I think he pretends to sleep so I will stop. Hey.... I never claimed to be the next American Idol. He likes his bouncy seat and swing and much to my dismay seems to enjoy the weird nature music they play. Makes me feel like I'm in one of those hippie wholistic salons or a yoga studio....but if he likes it, I'll learn to deal. I also recently discovered he LOVES the moby wrap. Now I'm not gonna lie, when I have the wrap on it looks crazy ridiculous, but if it stops the blood curdling screams I'm not too concerned about making a fashion statement. Most of my clothes are covered in spit up and drool anyways, so the moby is probably an improvement!
He surpassed his birth weight last Friday weighing in at a whopping 7 pounds 12 ounces. He had dropped all the way down to 7.3 when we left the hospital so it's nice to see he's packing the pounds back on. His face has filled out quite a bit and he's already rocking the double chin. Still barely fills out his 0-3 mos clothes...again with the crazy people who come up with these age ranges! I put a pair of shorts on him, they looked like pants and were busting some serious sag. Not cool. We hit up the mall this weekend and scored some sweet deals on all the summer clearance racks. To all the moms out there I have two words for you...Crazy 8. Best kids store ever. Plus it's nice to have some things that actually fit, even if it's only for a few weeks. Still fitting into newborn disposable diapers with room to grow, but now that his umbilical stump is finally gone (it hung on by a thread for days, totally grossing out my husband) we are going full time with cloth and loving it. No more leaks, yay! Breastfeeding is no more, but I am still pumping so he gets some with almost every bottle. After working with 2 different lactation consultants they're baffled at why my supply is so low. Apparently size really doesn't matter and my girls are purely for looks. I've tried it all, oatmeal, fenugreek, beer, mother's tea....still nothing. I figure as long as he's happy and fed....then I'm happy too. No need to be upset over something out of my control.
I know. I know. All this baby talk is probably boring you all. I'm trying my best not to turn into a mommy blog, but these days, a trip to the mail box is about as exciting as my life gets! At least I can bribe you to read all the way through with pictures! :) I promise I have a few non-Jamie post in the works! Happy Tuesday!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
At my last doctor's appt on Wednesday 8/4/10....2 days before my due date my lady bits were still locked up tight. I kept hoping a miracle would happen and Jamie would come all on his own before our scheduled eviction that Monday, but the look on my doctor's face led me to believe this would probably not be the case. I finished out work that week....hearing lots of "That baby isn't here YET?!" and just nodding and smiling, "No, not yet." All the while thinking, I'm still here you freaking idiots...what do you think?!
My due date came and went. Hubby and I had a date night instead of having a baby. Saturday came and went. My in laws arrived from Ohio. My mother in law officially told the baby it was all right to come now. Still nothing. Sunday comes. Ok Jamie. This is your last chance. Nothin' I spent most of that day a bit of an emotional wreck. I don't like drugs. They make me feel funny and out of control. I'd heard nothing but horror stories from women about pitocin...the evil induction drug. My mom came that evening. Time was quickly ticking away and still no signs of labor. I took a shower and attempted to calm my growing nerves. Finally 8:30pm rolled around and it was time to leave. We got to the hospital just about 9pm. This wasn't how I was supposed to have a baby. I wasn't even in labor. It felt kinda backwards. But alas, I was there...it was go time.
The nurse got me all checked in, IV in place. She did an exam....apparently I was an anomaly. Lucky me. The baby was LOW but my cervix was still high and very much closed. With the baby's head in the way it made the exams very difficult and VERY uncomfortable. At one point I asked my husband if she lost her whole arm in there trying to see if I was dilated. They got the cervadil placed...aka the pre-induction cocktail...and left me to cook for 2 hours. I started feeling some contractions, nothing major, but at least something was going on. Around midnight the nurse said I could have my last meal....I wasn't hungry so I ate some orange sherbet and called it a day. She gave me some sleeping pills and said they would be back at 5:00am to get everything ready for the pitocin to start around 6. Needless to say, even with the pills, I didn't sleep much. Every hour the machine would take my blood pressure...maybe the worst part of my labor I kid you not...I swear my fingers turned blue every time that damn thing went on. Like a boa constrictor on my arm. It would beep first, like warning you of what was to come. Even when the cuff wasn't on, I would jump at the sound of the beep. It truly was torture.
The morning finally comes. The nurse takes out the cervadil (it's like a tampon for lack of other comparisons) and checks me again. 1 cm. Hmph. Well I suppose it's 1 more than I was when I came in. She starts the pitocin and is off for the day. Enter my sister in law Jade. For those that didn't know...Jade is a labor and delivery nurse and coincidentally is scheduled to work both Monday and Tuesday. She would have been there regardless, but I felt better knowing she didn't have to come in on her day off. And for those who are wondering, it was not weird at all to have my sister in law so up close and personal with my lady parts. At this point, you don't really care who sees you. Modesty is pretty much checked at the door. Having her there the whole day was actually very comforting and almost made it feel like I was delivering at home. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way!
So the pitocin gets going and we watch the contractions on the monitor. Jamie wasn't responding very well to some of them so they kept having me change positions. Eventually we discover that sitting on the big yoga ball is best, both for me and for him. So far so good. I'm able to breath though most of the contractions and it's not so bad. Around 10:30 my OB is making the rounds and checks, I'm now 1.5cm. Really? A half more...it's been several hours already! My doctor breaks my water. Gross. Kinda glad it didn't happen at home. I wasn't expecting quite so much...little man practically has an Olympic sized swimming pool in there! They discover there is meconium present...for the non-baby people, that basically means he's already had his first poop. Charming. It doesn't change much about the labor process, just means a respiratory therapist will have to be present at birth to make sure he didn't/doesn't suck any of it into his lungs.
Once my water had been broken things pretty much took off and my body finally got with the program. The contractions were STRONG and coming about 2 -3 minutes apart, lasting about 1 minute each....so basically I had 60 seconds to re-coop before the next one came. Every last one of them was in my back. I was doing so much breathing I thought I might hyperventilate, but it kept me focused. I was also able to stay on the yoga ball which was a godsend. My husband was amazing and helped me get through them. I surprisingly stayed pretty calm, there were no mom-zilla moments or "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" tantrums. I have to say I was rather impressed with how well I handled it all. The worst was when during my "breaks" the blood pressure cuff would go off, I literally had to breath through that too. Two hours after they broke my water I begged my sister in law to check. Surely I had dilated enough to get an epidural because I was wearing down fast and wasn't sure I would last much longer with the back labor. Thank god I was 3.5. My goal was to make it to at least 3 before getting the epi. I was there.
My new best friend aka the anesthesiologist came in and got the epidural placed. Shortly after I was in heaven. I watched the contractions on the monitor spike continually and felt nothing. Who cares if I couldn't move my toes and my legs felt like they weighed 1000 pounds...I was happy as a clam. Things moved pretty fast after that. The next time they checked me I was 5 cm. An hour and a half later I told my sister in law I was feeling a lot of pressure, kind of like I had to poop. She checked again and actually said, "Holy crap! You're ready. You're 10 cm!" Woah. I'm going to have a baby. By now it's about 4:00pm. They let me continue to stew, waiting for my doctor to arrive. At 4:50 the pushing began. Now it's kind of hard to push when you can't feel anything below the waist, but they kept reassuring me I was doing great and making progress. I was exhausted. Starving. And the pressure was pretty intense. I was so ready for it all to be over. Finally at 5:50 pm, after exactly 1 hour of pushing Jamie made his grand entrance.
They quickly wisked him away to make sure his lungs were clear. We quietly waited until finally we heard a loud cry....the most glorious sound to a new mother's ears. They got him all cleaned up and suctioned out and brought him over to me. I was still in disbelief that just moments ago this little guy was inside, and now here he is. Ten fingers. Ten toes. Just perfect.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Our first days home have been about as good as can be expected. Jamie seems to have his days and nights a bit confused, and to say nursing has been a challenge would be the understatement of the century. I don't really blame the little man's frustration though.... Let's just say I wouldn't want to go to the bar that wasn't serving me drinks either. Apparently my boobs missed the memo that now that baby is here they need to do something....I hear beer can boost milk production....now that's a solution I can get on board with!
Happy Friday everyone!!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
PS Has anyone noticed that even my trusty countdown tickers are taunting me over lack of baby?? As if I needed one more reminder I don't in fact have a 1 day old son....
Friday, August 6, 2010
How far along? 40 weeks. Full term. Done. Finite. The bun is baked.
Weight gain/loss: Does it really matter at this point? But get this. When filling out all the hospital pre-registration forms it was brought to my attention that the mother's final birth weight goes on the birth certificate. Now I'm guessing (hoping) not the actual certificate itself, just in the eternal record books....but still. No body needs to know that!
Best moment this week: Knowing I'm almost done!! And today is my last day at work!! You know the last time I had 6 weeks off with no work and no school?? I was 14.
Food cravings: Homemade mashed potatoes. I made enough to feed a small army and they were delicious!
Gender: Team Blue!
Labor Signs: Nada. My appointment on Wednesday confirmed I'd still made no progress. I did have 4 contractions this morning between 4:30 and 5:30 and got super excited. But that was it. So here I sit... at work....not in labor.
Belly Button in or out? In. But since he has actually dropped some this week it did manage to get a little flatter which I didn't think was possible.
What I Miss: Not being pregnant. It's been a great ride...but I'm ready to get off now.
Milestones: I've made it to the end. If that's not the quintessential milestone of this whole journey I don't know what is! Oh wait...maybe actually HAVING a baby!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
But apparently now it means you get book deals, lavish weddings and baby showers, assistants, baby nurses and your very own TV show that I will shamelessly watch...and then blog about.
Enter Bethenny Frankle. Anyone watch her show? I do.
First of all....how can a single girl be a housewife?
I never understood that.
Bethenny Getting Married?
Ummm. What's with the "?" The entire show is about her wedding...no question about it. Were they hoping she wouldn't actually go through with it or something? I may or may not lose sleep over this improper use of punctuation.
I mean for real. They make maternity tops so people don't have to see that. Buy one.
Ok. I can't hate on this one. While it may not have been my first choice at 7 months pregnant...
I actually LOVE LOVE LOVE her dress. Like jealous and wish that style had been more popular when I got married cause I think it's so fabulous and I would have totally rocked it....without the baby bump.
Need I say more?
She has TWO assistants AND a baby nurse.
The woman literally has 3 right hand gophers, yet with 5 weeks to her due date she still has nothing purchased for the baby? Not a crib. Nothing. Really? Cause when I go into labor the person I want buying my post partum undies is my 20 something MALE assistant. Someone who knows nothing about giving birth and in turn buys lacy thongs. Just what I want to wear after squeezing a human outta my hoo-ha. Thankfully though she hired that baby nurse, otherwise her baby may still be stuck in the car cause neither Bethany nor her husband can get the car seat out. Now I will admit, they can be a bit tricky...but there was an entire episode about the class she took that showed her how to do it?!
So it's been decided. I'm going on a Reality TV show.
So I can be famous for doing nothing too!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
It gets me from point A to point B,
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
And that's the real deal holyfield temp....
that doesn't even include the 110 degree heat index.