8.30.2013
And Taylor makes 4!
Per a dear friends request, I'm going to recall my second birthing experience. I'm really glad my friend Lauren thought of this because I had completely forgotten! Maybe this will be the start of future blogging? We'll see! Since I wrote last, Jake has aged to the age of 2 (Almost 3) and can walk, talk, and use an iPhone like an adult! And as of April 21, 2013 he can boast the title Big Brother! A little backstory, we somewhat tried to get pregnant this time around (just like last) but hadn't really timed everything out. We definitely wanted Jake to have a sibling somewhat close to his age. We moved to North Carolina and Dewayne was in and out of schools and going TDY so we did what we could when we could (LOL!) He was in a school in Arizona and we were chatting on the phone when he asked me about my monthly visitor. I have never been good at keeping up with it so I had no clue when to expect Flo but I did recall that it had been a while since she had reared her ugly head. I had a test under the bathroom counter so I humored his requests and took it. That darn thing turned positive. Just recalling the night makes me smile so big! We laughed and chatted about how we couldn't believe we were about to do this again and I ran down the hall to tell my mother-in-law who was asleep in the guest bedroom. We were going to have another little one!!
Fast forward a couple of months and I am 100% convinced that I am having another boy. I had the exact amount of nausea I had with Jake and everything felt the EXACT same. We signed up for an elective ultrasound to find out what our second little bean was going to be and I just knew I was going to see another "turtle" on the screen. With Jake, there was no denying his boy parts. The ultrasound tech told us within a minute or so that he was a HE. This time around, the tech took a little longer to scan. "So, I'm having an even more stubborn boy this time huh?" <- that's what I thought to myself. All of the sudden she asks if we're ready, we say yes, of course. "You're having a GIRL!" .....huh??? I was so convinced she was a boy I called the ultrasound lady back a couple weeks later and she rescanned me for free!! Still a girl! I said, well let the bow buying commence!
By this point, I had swapped to Fayetteville Women's Care and started seeing Dr.Davis (well you get to see all the Dr's so that you know one of them will be delivering your baby no matter what.) I did this because I wanted to know who would deliver me and I wanted to deliver at Cape Fear Valley, where my mother-in-law works in the Postpartum unit. I was so happy with this choice. Their office was fantastic!
Now lets zoom ahead to about week 38. I'm trilled because I'm 1 maybe 1 1/2 cm dilated and I'm sure I'll go into labor before my due date. Please please please!!! 39, no change. 40, no change but I get my membranes swept but it doesn't work. At this appointment they discussed inducing at 41 weeks and gave me the instructions on what to do. I was to call L&D that Sunday, April 21st, and make sure there was room for an induction. I was like yeah yeah yeah, I'm going to go into labor and won't need this info. (Dr. Miner was going to be on-call that day and I really wanted Dr. Davis to deliver me) Saturday night, me and D got all of our stuff together to go to the hospital the next morning...lol! Taylor Reece was dead set on staying in there. At this point, my dad and niece were in town and my mother-in-law had taken off of work. Dad was going to sit with Jake until I was close to delivering and then bring Jake out and my mother-in-law was going to be in the room while I delivered just like with J. A brief sidenote: I was deathly afraid of being induced. I did not want pitocin because my sister had scared me by saying it gave her the worst contractions she'd ever had and I absolutely DID NOT want a c-section. I'd already given birth once and had that area a mess, I didn't want a scar as well.
Sunday I get up extra early and call up to the hospital (I was supposed to wait until 7 AM and I think I called closer to 5 AM) and they were wide open and told me to come on out. We gave Jake a kiss, put our bags in the car, and headed to the hospital. They told me to go ahead and eat a light breakfast so we dashed into Dunkin Donuts and grabbed a bagel and a sprite. I was incredibly nervous. This seemed too scheduled and unreal! We parked, did some initial paperwork and then got placed in room 5. Our nurse, Jessica K. (or JK, lol) came in and introduced herself. She gave me my gown and did some general Q&A. I explained to her the horror story of my 5 sticks while getting my last IV and she assured me that wouldn't happen again. She was right, the IV gal tried and couldn't get my vein so she took over and in one stick they got it in there. It took a little while (and I got lightheaded) but they got it. We discussed that I wanted an epidural and that I was afraid of having a section. They hooked me and T up to monitored and hung the pitocin (EEK!) I started feeling some contractions but nothing terrible. They checked me and I was at a 2 I think? I was told that whenever I'm ready I could have my epidural, but it was ideal to wait until I was making steady progress so that it wouldn't slow me down. I got into a really good contraction pattern and JK joked that she barely had to wave the pitocin under my nose and my uterus took it from there! Marilyn said I had the best contractions on the board compared to the other laboring patients, lol, yes that is a point of pride! So I labored somewhat comfortably until around 11:30 and Dewayne and Marilyn went to the cafeteria to get some lunch. At this point, my thought was that this was going to take a while. I wasn't even hurting yet and I was in such pain with Jake. Wouldn't you know it, while they were gone and I'm by myself, Dr. Miner and JK came in and said "Welp we're ready to break your water!" ...hmm?? Dr. Miner explained how he would break my water with this little crochet looking hook and I should start changing more rapidly and in turn my pain would be kicked up a notch. Ah hahhh, this is when I was going to feel that pain. He broke my water and it was clear (yay!) and I told him I'd like to go ahead and start working toward getting my epidural. (I think I was a 4 at this point) D and Marilyn came back and D apologized over and over for being gone while that was going on. Lol it wasn't as big of a deal as I thought it was going to be. So not too much longer, the CRNA came in and explained how the epidural was going to go and asked Marilyn and D to step out of the room. Let me stop right here, my husband is a man set in his ways. He was in the room while I got my epidural with J and was determined to be in the room while I got this one. However, their policy said otherwise and Dewayne made a slight scene over being asked to step out. lol! I was a little embarrassed but it was also sweet at the same time that he wanted to make sure we were alright. When D stepped out, the CRNA joking asked how Dewayne leaves for work in the morning if he can't be away from us that long. JERK! I didn't say anything thought because he had the drugs and at this point I had been in hardly any pain and I really wanted to keep it that way. This is all happening around 1:30 PM. Epidural went smoothly and the slight pain I was feeling was totally gone. About an hour later, my dad couldn't wait any longer and he, Kylan, and Jake all headed out to the hospital. I was a little worried at first because Jake is a lot to handle but I'm glad he did go ahead and come out because a lot happened in the next 2 hours. (I've always thought Dad had mothers intuition over me and this proved it) Around 3:15 PM, Dr. Miner said my contractions weren't showing up properly so he inserted an internal monitor just to make sure I'm still progressing. At about 4PM I started having pain that was making me cry. I was close to 7 cms and they called the CRNA back in to give me a boost on my epidural. Unlike with Jake, these boosts did take the edge off but with each contraction I knew I was getting closer and closer. I didn't know how close! Recap: I was 7 cms at 4 and I had Taylor at 4:57. I changed 3 cms in less that one hour. I felt it too!! My nurse never left my bedside and at one point she said "I know I just checked you but the way your acting makes me think your fully dilated" And I was :) I think I started pushing at about 4:45PM and this time it wasn't chaotic like with J. The room was very calm. I was somewhat calm and very determined. I requested the mirror this time so I could see my progress. (I thought I wouldn't want to see but it's not as gross as you'd think.) With each and every push I made progress. At one point, I heard Marilyn go UHHHHHHH!!! The doctor wasn't in his gown yet and I wasn't pushing but Taylor was coming on out on her own! lol! I had expressed to Dr. Miner that I wanted to have skin-to-skin time with Taylor for as long as possible because I failed to breastfeed Jake and I was determined to breastfeed my little dumplin! When she was born, she was placed directly on my bare chest and stomach. My baby girl!!! She was absolutely gorgeous and looked identical to her brother! I was sure she was going to be tiny, the Dr even guessed less than 7 lbs. But there she was, 20.5 inches (same as Jake) and 7 lbs 14 ounces (2 ounces more than J.)Dewayne cut the cord and they placed a blanket on top of Taylor and there we laid. Bonding, snuggling, and trying to nurse. It was so great! We had some difficulties getting latched but I took a deep breath, listened to my wonderful nurse (who stilled nursed her baby and had nursed 3 babies prior,) and stuck with it. After about an hour, Dewayne went and got Jake so we could introduce the new siblings! Taylor had so graciously gotten Jake a big brother gift of a huge Tonka Front-end Loader. He loved it and has taken on the role of big brother just like he'd always been one! He loves baby sister and shows no jealousy! I say this a lot but I'm not sure why God has chosen us to be the parents of such wonderful children, but I'm glad He did! Taylor and I are still going strong with nursing, maybe that journey will be my next blog post. I think I'll also post about her heart woes. But until then, I'm out!
12.27.2010
Labor Day!
While everything is still kind of fresh in my mind, I want to document my labor journey. I started off by a tale-tell sign of being ready to go into labor: NESTING. I actually went to bed to bed on Tuesday night wanting to clean. I was excited to get up the next morning and get some cleaning done! Wednesday, I got up and swept, mopped, did laundry, and got everything set out for Thanksgiving dinner. I felt very accomplished! That very same night, around bedtime, I started having mild contractions. They hurt worse than the Braxton Hicks I had been having, and continued to get worse throughout the night. I didn't get much rest.
At around 2:40 AM Thursday morning (my due date) I gave in and started timing them. They were getting pretty strong at that point. They were happening about every 5 to 7 minutes. Knowing that the hospital wouldn't keep me if they weren't in a better pattern, I continued to wait them out. That morning, my mother-in-law started cooking Thanksgiving dinner and I had decided that after I eat I was going to the hospital. At that point, I thought if these contractions hurt much worse than they were then, that I'd just DIE!! I was afraid of going to the hospital too late and not being able to get an epidural. Plus I had lost my mucus plug.
During Thanksgiving dinner/lunch, I had contraction after contraction, so I stuck by my word and after lunch, we gathered all of our things and headed to the hospital. At this point it was about 2 PM. When we got there, they triaged me in and monitored the baby and my contractions and checked my cervix. I was only 1 1/2 CM! I was so bummed!!! But the nurse gave me an hour to change and nothing happened so I got discharged and headed back to the house.
When I got home I went straight to the bed. I was tired from contracting all night and a little embarrassed for going to the hospital and getting sent home for the second time! (The first time was a blood pressure scare.) I laid in the bed until that evening (around 5 or 6 PM) when I finally decided to get up and walk. I was clearly in labor and everyone told me to wait and walk when I went into labor. So Dewayne and I got out of the house and walked around the neighborhood, even though it was drizzling and COLD! We walked for about an hour or so and came back and I continued to have irregular contractions.
When we finally laid down for bed, I had a contraction that I couldn't even stand to lay down for. It hurt so bad I had to move! Well when I got out of bed my water broke, but not a lot came out. I was hoping it would eventually break because I knew the hospital couldn't send me home. I told Dewayne and he did a ninja move and got out of bed and got my mother-in-law and my dad up and everyone got ready and headed to the hospital for the second time that same day. It was funny because right before bed my dad said "watch it happen right after everyone gets to bed."
When we got to the hospital, we had to go through the ER entrance because it was after hours. We made our way to L&D and had to get triaged again. When I walked into the triage room, it was like the flood gate opened and water went everywhere! When the nurse finally checked me, I was 4 cm! YAY for progress!!! They finally got me into a L&D room and I was really starting to hurt. The nurse said she would start my IV and draw blood for the labs that would determine if I could get an epidural. 5 NEEDLE HOLES LATER she sent off for the lab work. It seemed to take forever and my contractions just continued to get harder and harder. I said repeatedly that I hadn't mentally prepared myself for the pain that I was having! It was HARD! It hurt so bad that I sent Dewayne out to see if the blood work had come back. The nurse checked me and I was already 6 cm! Finally, the guy, Paul, came in to give me my epidural. I was really nervous about moving but he made me feel better about it. He told me that it couldn't actually paralyze me (which is what I was afraid of!) They sat me up and gave me the instructions to have bad posture and hold my head down. He gave me a few sticks to numb the area and then started the actual epidural. It was the craziest feeling! I could feel the thing going into my back! It didn't hurt terribly but it didn't feel like butterflies either! I could feel that it settled on my right side. Dewayne stood in front of me the whole time and laid his head down with mine. Once he was done he taped me up really good and I almost immediately felt better. Once that was done, I wanted to make sure that everyone, esp my dad, knew I wasn't in pain anymore. It almost made him sick to see me like that. After everyone knew, me and Dewayne laid down to get some rest.
When I woke up after about 3 or 4 hours or so, I was having some pain in my left side. Not terrible, but I could tell some of the medicine had shifted out of that side. I was extra numb on my right side and the feeling was slowly starting to come back to my left side. I told the nurse, Shannon (who was an Alabama Fan,) about it and she had the anesthesiologist to come and check it out. This time is was a younger guy. He gave me a boost of Lidocain (sp?) to help take some of the pain away (which by the time he came in there was alot.) He didn't want to give me too much because he thought I wouldn't be able to feel enough to push. Well the Lidocain didn't help at all really. So I sat there feeling every contraction in my left side. The nurse finally checked me again and said I was complete on one side but I still had a little cervix on the other side. It was because Jake was balled up on my left side (the one I could feel!) You could see how he was laying only on one side. Well, they waited for a little while and then they said that I could try pushing. The nurse gave me the instructions on what to do and then we were off!! I had Dewayne holding one leg and Marilyn holding the other. We sat there waiting on a contraction to come. When I felt one coming on I pulled my legs to me, curled around my stomach, and pushed until I thought my eyes were going to bulge out. There is no doubt that it feels like going to the bathroom. My contractions were so strong but pushing actually made them feel a little better. I would normally do about 3 good 10 sec pushes with each contraction. I pushed for probably close to an hour. He wasn't moving very much at all even though I was giving it everything I had, so Marilyn actually pulled Jake from my left side to the center and held him there as I pushed! When she did that, I could feel a difference in my pushes and they were actually moving him down way faster. After I pushed each time and let my breath out, I was in so much pain. I think I told Dewayne several times that I wasn't going to be able to do this! At that point I didn't care how he came out, I just wanted him OUT! Dewayne and Marilyn were very encouraging! Without them 2, I would have never been able to do it. When he finally started moving down, the nurse went and got the Doctor. I was so excited because that meant I was really making progress and it was going to be over soon! When the Doctor came in, I think I pushed for about another twenty minutes or so and all of the sudden he said "He has some sort of skin tag on his head." I was terrified for him!!!! Me and Dewayne probably looked like we had seen a ghost. But I continued to push and then he said the magic words, "His head will be out with the next push!" THANK YOU LORD! So I gave it EVERYTHING on the next push, and his head was out! They cleaned everything out of his mouth and nose and removed the cord that was wrapped around his neck. The doc then told me to give just a medium push, not too hard, and then he was out! They put him on my chest and the world came to a complete stop! He was here!!! Our baby boy!! Jake! Marilyn, Dewayne, and I were all blubbering messes! We were crying our eyes out!! All of us! He was greyish and all covered in mess, but he was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on!! Thankfully he had only one skin tag and it was relatively small. They took him to the warmer to clean him up, and the doc delivered the placenta, gave me a few stitches, and it was done! Physically, I felt 100% better. What a relief it is after the placenta is out. I know thats gross to talk about, but my lord! It was like phew!!! They took Jake to the nursery because he had a fever that I had given him. Twenty minutes after he was delivered, I got up and walked to the restroom. That's how much that stupid epidural had worn off. Since they had taken Jake, the nurses in the nursery took a couple pictures and printed them off for me. And shortly after that I walked to the postpartum room.
After we got there it wasn't very long before they brought my little bundle of joy in there. I've been in love ever since! What an amazing feeling!! I wouldn't trade any of my experience in for a million dollars!! The pain was totally worth it! I just really hope with my next kid, my epidural works!
**This was written with my very cloudy memory of how things went! I've learned that when you are in pain you really don't stop and think about recording every single little moment. BOO! But as things come to me I'll update this.
At around 2:40 AM Thursday morning (my due date) I gave in and started timing them. They were getting pretty strong at that point. They were happening about every 5 to 7 minutes. Knowing that the hospital wouldn't keep me if they weren't in a better pattern, I continued to wait them out. That morning, my mother-in-law started cooking Thanksgiving dinner and I had decided that after I eat I was going to the hospital. At that point, I thought if these contractions hurt much worse than they were then, that I'd just DIE!! I was afraid of going to the hospital too late and not being able to get an epidural. Plus I had lost my mucus plug.
During Thanksgiving dinner/lunch, I had contraction after contraction, so I stuck by my word and after lunch, we gathered all of our things and headed to the hospital. At this point it was about 2 PM. When we got there, they triaged me in and monitored the baby and my contractions and checked my cervix. I was only 1 1/2 CM! I was so bummed!!! But the nurse gave me an hour to change and nothing happened so I got discharged and headed back to the house.
When I got home I went straight to the bed. I was tired from contracting all night and a little embarrassed for going to the hospital and getting sent home for the second time! (The first time was a blood pressure scare.) I laid in the bed until that evening (around 5 or 6 PM) when I finally decided to get up and walk. I was clearly in labor and everyone told me to wait and walk when I went into labor. So Dewayne and I got out of the house and walked around the neighborhood, even though it was drizzling and COLD! We walked for about an hour or so and came back and I continued to have irregular contractions.
When we finally laid down for bed, I had a contraction that I couldn't even stand to lay down for. It hurt so bad I had to move! Well when I got out of bed my water broke, but not a lot came out. I was hoping it would eventually break because I knew the hospital couldn't send me home. I told Dewayne and he did a ninja move and got out of bed and got my mother-in-law and my dad up and everyone got ready and headed to the hospital for the second time that same day. It was funny because right before bed my dad said "watch it happen right after everyone gets to bed."
When we got to the hospital, we had to go through the ER entrance because it was after hours. We made our way to L&D and had to get triaged again. When I walked into the triage room, it was like the flood gate opened and water went everywhere! When the nurse finally checked me, I was 4 cm! YAY for progress!!! They finally got me into a L&D room and I was really starting to hurt. The nurse said she would start my IV and draw blood for the labs that would determine if I could get an epidural. 5 NEEDLE HOLES LATER she sent off for the lab work. It seemed to take forever and my contractions just continued to get harder and harder. I said repeatedly that I hadn't mentally prepared myself for the pain that I was having! It was HARD! It hurt so bad that I sent Dewayne out to see if the blood work had come back. The nurse checked me and I was already 6 cm! Finally, the guy, Paul, came in to give me my epidural. I was really nervous about moving but he made me feel better about it. He told me that it couldn't actually paralyze me (which is what I was afraid of!) They sat me up and gave me the instructions to have bad posture and hold my head down. He gave me a few sticks to numb the area and then started the actual epidural. It was the craziest feeling! I could feel the thing going into my back! It didn't hurt terribly but it didn't feel like butterflies either! I could feel that it settled on my right side. Dewayne stood in front of me the whole time and laid his head down with mine. Once he was done he taped me up really good and I almost immediately felt better. Once that was done, I wanted to make sure that everyone, esp my dad, knew I wasn't in pain anymore. It almost made him sick to see me like that. After everyone knew, me and Dewayne laid down to get some rest.
When I woke up after about 3 or 4 hours or so, I was having some pain in my left side. Not terrible, but I could tell some of the medicine had shifted out of that side. I was extra numb on my right side and the feeling was slowly starting to come back to my left side. I told the nurse, Shannon (who was an Alabama Fan,) about it and she had the anesthesiologist to come and check it out. This time is was a younger guy. He gave me a boost of Lidocain (sp?) to help take some of the pain away (which by the time he came in there was alot.) He didn't want to give me too much because he thought I wouldn't be able to feel enough to push. Well the Lidocain didn't help at all really. So I sat there feeling every contraction in my left side. The nurse finally checked me again and said I was complete on one side but I still had a little cervix on the other side. It was because Jake was balled up on my left side (the one I could feel!) You could see how he was laying only on one side. Well, they waited for a little while and then they said that I could try pushing. The nurse gave me the instructions on what to do and then we were off!! I had Dewayne holding one leg and Marilyn holding the other. We sat there waiting on a contraction to come. When I felt one coming on I pulled my legs to me, curled around my stomach, and pushed until I thought my eyes were going to bulge out. There is no doubt that it feels like going to the bathroom. My contractions were so strong but pushing actually made them feel a little better. I would normally do about 3 good 10 sec pushes with each contraction. I pushed for probably close to an hour. He wasn't moving very much at all even though I was giving it everything I had, so Marilyn actually pulled Jake from my left side to the center and held him there as I pushed! When she did that, I could feel a difference in my pushes and they were actually moving him down way faster. After I pushed each time and let my breath out, I was in so much pain. I think I told Dewayne several times that I wasn't going to be able to do this! At that point I didn't care how he came out, I just wanted him OUT! Dewayne and Marilyn were very encouraging! Without them 2, I would have never been able to do it. When he finally started moving down, the nurse went and got the Doctor. I was so excited because that meant I was really making progress and it was going to be over soon! When the Doctor came in, I think I pushed for about another twenty minutes or so and all of the sudden he said "He has some sort of skin tag on his head." I was terrified for him!!!! Me and Dewayne probably looked like we had seen a ghost. But I continued to push and then he said the magic words, "His head will be out with the next push!" THANK YOU LORD! So I gave it EVERYTHING on the next push, and his head was out! They cleaned everything out of his mouth and nose and removed the cord that was wrapped around his neck. The doc then told me to give just a medium push, not too hard, and then he was out! They put him on my chest and the world came to a complete stop! He was here!!! Our baby boy!! Jake! Marilyn, Dewayne, and I were all blubbering messes! We were crying our eyes out!! All of us! He was greyish and all covered in mess, but he was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on!! Thankfully he had only one skin tag and it was relatively small. They took him to the warmer to clean him up, and the doc delivered the placenta, gave me a few stitches, and it was done! Physically, I felt 100% better. What a relief it is after the placenta is out. I know thats gross to talk about, but my lord! It was like phew!!! They took Jake to the nursery because he had a fever that I had given him. Twenty minutes after he was delivered, I got up and walked to the restroom. That's how much that stupid epidural had worn off. Since they had taken Jake, the nurses in the nursery took a couple pictures and printed them off for me. And shortly after that I walked to the postpartum room.
After we got there it wasn't very long before they brought my little bundle of joy in there. I've been in love ever since! What an amazing feeling!! I wouldn't trade any of my experience in for a million dollars!! The pain was totally worth it! I just really hope with my next kid, my epidural works!
**This was written with my very cloudy memory of how things went! I've learned that when you are in pain you really don't stop and think about recording every single little moment. BOO! But as things come to me I'll update this.
12.07.2010
11.09.2010
11.04.2010
Exhaust+Christmas Music=Bliss
Ok, so after seeing Dewayne off to work, smelling the exhaust from his motorcycle, and turning on some Christmas tunes I am ready to blog. Speaking of Christmas, I am even more excited about it this year! I cannot wait to get my decorations up! I want to see my tree; I miss it! My excitement only grew with my last trip to Hobby Lobby! I found 1000 things that I wanted. I get so super inspired by that place! I'm hoping Dewayne gets into it this year since we will have the little one. Our tree colors this year are appropriately Blue and White. We actually had that picked out right after Christmas last year. We didn't even expect to get pregnant!
I'm officially 37 weeks today! YAY! That means if I had him today, the likelihood of everything being 100% developed is great! So now I sit and wait. I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and I'm not even a little dilated. I was bummed!! I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions but that are obviously not powerful enough. Lately, I have been getting up several times during the night. I either have to go to the bathroom or I'll wake up because my hands are completely asleep! This whole carpel tunnel thing is no joke. My fingertips are constantly numb and if I write or have to grip anything for an extended period of time my hands HURTS and goes numb. One might ask how can something be numb and hurt at the same time and the answer to that is, I don't know!! But if I find out, I will let you know! Oh, and if you know me, you know that my handwriting is terrible so imagine how bad it gets with this going on! But back to the doctor's appointment, I finally got to meet the person that will hopefully deliver my baby boy. Her name is Dr. C. Shirley and she is very nice! Well except for she "encouraged" me to get a flu shot and made me do more blood work at this visit. Oh yeah, and she did the Strep B test. NOT. FUN. AT. ALL. If you don't know what they have to do, google it! But other than that, no complaints. I've also toured the hospital here, which just so happens to be right across the street from our neighborhood. I could literally walk there if need be! Everything is really nice in the maternity ward there. It's a new women's center, so they have all new equipment and such. Large rooms, too. The lady that gave us our tour is from Alabama, go figure. Of course, she was an Alabama fan and Dewayne wore his Auburn shirt. LOL, good start, huh? But, I'm happy with the hospital. I just hope they have a really good anesthesiologist! Haha! My only request!
Well I've rambled on and on so I'll end this one here!
Goodbye :)
I'm officially 37 weeks today! YAY! That means if I had him today, the likelihood of everything being 100% developed is great! So now I sit and wait. I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and I'm not even a little dilated. I was bummed!! I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions but that are obviously not powerful enough. Lately, I have been getting up several times during the night. I either have to go to the bathroom or I'll wake up because my hands are completely asleep! This whole carpel tunnel thing is no joke. My fingertips are constantly numb and if I write or have to grip anything for an extended period of time my hands HURTS and goes numb. One might ask how can something be numb and hurt at the same time and the answer to that is, I don't know!! But if I find out, I will let you know! Oh, and if you know me, you know that my handwriting is terrible so imagine how bad it gets with this going on! But back to the doctor's appointment, I finally got to meet the person that will hopefully deliver my baby boy. Her name is Dr. C. Shirley and she is very nice! Well except for she "encouraged" me to get a flu shot and made me do more blood work at this visit. Oh yeah, and she did the Strep B test. NOT. FUN. AT. ALL. If you don't know what they have to do, google it! But other than that, no complaints. I've also toured the hospital here, which just so happens to be right across the street from our neighborhood. I could literally walk there if need be! Everything is really nice in the maternity ward there. It's a new women's center, so they have all new equipment and such. Large rooms, too. The lady that gave us our tour is from Alabama, go figure. Of course, she was an Alabama fan and Dewayne wore his Auburn shirt. LOL, good start, huh? But, I'm happy with the hospital. I just hope they have a really good anesthesiologist! Haha! My only request!
Well I've rambled on and on so I'll end this one here!
Goodbye :)
10.26.2010
A true burden..
The real reason for this post is to explain a true need of mine. Now before I write this, I am no glue sniffer, mind you. I do, however, have a real craving for smells. This has been a problem since the beginning of this pregnancy but has truly been worse lately. There are certain smells that really feel the need, such as motorcycle exhaust, motor oil (old and burnt, not new,) my dad's garage, auto body filler (bondo,) and gas. But one thing is better than the rest: tires.
I first realized that I was craving the smell of tires when Dewayne and I were walking around Sams club in Augusta and we walked by the tire department. It was GRAND! My dad seems to think that Jake may end up being a mechanic! LOL! That's ok as long as I can hang around his work and smell the lovely smell of a greasy garage!
Now, I'm going to do some laundry. Not for the clean, fresh smell of fabric, but for the slight greasy smell that our new, barely broken in washer gives off. YUM!
8.16.2010
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