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After going long past my due date, we finally scheduled my induction for Wed. June 29 (I would have been 41w6d). I was all set to call in at 6:00 a.m. My mom arrived Tuesday and we all went out for dinner and did some quick grocery shopping for her and S while we were in the hospital. Before heading out to dinner, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t felt the baby move much all day. I tried stirring him, poking him, jumping up and down, drinking oj, nothing seemed to rouse him. I called triage and they said that is something I should come in and be monitored for. J and I drove in and my mom stayed home and occupied S. While we were headed to the hospital, I started to feel him move a bit more, so I called again and they said it was ok if I didn’t come in. They said to call overnight if I had any more concerns, otherwise they would see me tomorrow! We turned around and headed home. Little did I know I’d be calling the hospital again in a few short hours!

We had a late night (S was still up at 11:00!), but around midnight everyone was settled in and we were preparing ourselves for the 5:00 a.m. wake up call. Around 1:00 a.m., I woke up to go to the bathroom. In the back of my mind, I thought I was feeling contractions, but quickly dismissed the thought because I was so certain at that point that he was never going to come out on his own. I went back to bed and woke an hour later and noticed the same sensations in my stomach. Could those really be contractions? They were about 10 minutes apart, so I decided to lie back down and see what happened. Around 3 a.m. they were coming closer together, about 4-6 minutes apart.  I woke J up to let him know what was going on. I’m sure he thought it was nothing to be too concerned about since I had had false labor start up a few times before. S woke up with a nightmare around this time, so I went in to comfort her and let my mom know that I was having contractions. I was still worried they were going to die down, but was hopeful that they were getting closer together. I couldn’t sleep after that, so I decided I’d get in the shower since I’d be headed to the hospital regardless of if the contractions continued or not. I got ready and then told J he should probably get in the shower, too, just in case. While J showered, I packed up the “last minute” items into my suitcase. Then I headed downstairs to the laptop so I could start timing my contractions on Contraction Master.

As I watched the world slowly wake up and heard the birds start chirping at 4:30 a.m., I realized that this pain was something I had been hoping for for so long and now that it was finally here, I couldn’t believe it. After watching the news and hitting the space bar a few times, I called in to triage to let them know what was happening. The nurse thought I could labor at home a little longer, so I did. And the pain was getting worse, so I figured this was really it. J came down and made us English muffins and juice. I couldn’t sit through my contractions so I would get up and press down on a chair or the counter during them.  J put everything in the car and after a particularly painful contraction, I had J call triage and hour after I first called. J told them they were coming about 3 to 4 minutes apart lasting about a minute. They asked if I wanted to come in and I said YES! As we were getting ready to leave, I started to feel sick during contractions so I hung out in the bathroom for a bit, but luckily never got sick. My mom came down just as we were leaving to say good-bye. I was so glad she was here to take care of S while we went to go meet our new little guy!

We left our house at 6:06 am. The ride in went ok. It was hard to have to sit through contractions, but I squeezed J’s hand and that seemed to help. My dad called as we were driving in and I told him I might have to hang up on him during the call when a contraction came. He wished us luck and I said we’d call soon with news. We arrived at the hospital and I had J just leave the car in the entry area since I was so uncomfortable, I just needed him to help me get to triage and not worry about lugging in bags. After pausing a few times in the hall during contractions, we made it up to triage and they had me collect a urine sample and put me in a waiting area. We arrived around 6:30, and were close to a shift change at 7:00, so I think they were waiting a bit before they got to me. Finally they came and said they were just going to admit me, since I was either having this baby on my own or being induced, it didn’t matter at that point how dilated I was. A nurse took us to our room and I got changed. The shift changed and I got to meet my two labor and delivery nurses, Bev and Lisa. They kind of left us alone for a bit and after suffering through a bunch of contractions, I made J go tell them I wanted to get the epidural process started. I remember needing to lean on J during contractions. It was great to have his support through the rough ones.  Bev came in to start my IV and that’s when I knew we were going to have problems. She couldn’t find my veins. Anywhere! She tried my hand, arm…nothing. I must have been dehydrated because that has never happened before. After being poked a million times to no avail (while suffering through some major contractions, mind you), she finally called for the anesthesiologist. He had a hard time as well, but after what felt like 3 hours, they finally got the IV started. Somewhere during all this they checked my cervix and I was at 5 to 6 cm. I’m pretty sure they didn’t wait for the saline to run through before starting to work on the epidural. Soon I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet propped on a chair and my body curled around a pillow. There was a prick when the lidocane went in and then a cooling feeling. He couldn’t get the first round in (my luck this time, I guess!), and tried again in a different spot. He was awesome though, apologizing for the pain I was in and I said it’s totally fine since I knew he was working his fastest trying to get me some relief! Another prick and finally the epi went in. They had me lay on my right side first and then I flipped to my left (ok, I didn’t flip…I had some help since I wasn’t exactly in flip on my own status at that point). I could still feel the ‘window’ on my left side where the epi wasn’t settling in. I asked if I was having a contraction because that was the only place on my body where I could feel a little pressure at certain times. They increased the epi and that seemed to help. After a few ice checks on my legs and abdomen, they said it was a great epi and I agreed. I closed my eyes and rested after all the initial pain, I was finally feeling comfortable and could relax a bit. I didn’t keep track of the exact time, but I would say I got my epi around 9:30. Then I met the doctor on-call, who was awesome. He was so calm and was great to work with. He said I’d be having a baby soon so I should get some rest. Then the resident came in and asked me some basic questions about my pregnancy. He asked me if my water had broken and I said no. Not much later I felt a strange sensation, then my body shook and then a popping sound and what I would imagine would be a gush if I had any sensation in my lower body. Everyone kind of looked at me and I said, I think my water just broke! It was crazy because I think everyone heard it and I didn’t have that experience during my delivery with S. The resident checked and confirmed that it was, in fact, my water breaking. It was clear, so that was good. The nurses helped get everything cleaned up. I remember telling the resident not to ask me any more questions because then things might start happening just like they did with my water.

After resting some more, the doctor came back in and said that my body was contracting like crazy. I couldn’t feel a thing thanks to the magical epi. He checked my cervix again and I was at 9 cm. Everything seemed to be going fine until he mentioned something about the baby being transverse. I said he’s been head down at all the ultrasounds. I guess I was picturing transverse as what I had seen in all the baby books about the baby laying sideways in my belly. What the doctor meant was that he was facing the side instead of my back. He said during the next contraction he was going to try to turn him, if that was ok with me. I didn’t care, I just wanted things to be going well, so I agreed. They weren’t able to turn him (I’m guessing due to his size, I think he was just stuck there!), so the doctor said we’d just try pushing. So that’s what I did. He told me the drill: Deep breath in, hold it, push as hard as I could for 10 seconds. Exhale. Deep breath in, hold it, push for 10 seconds and repeat one more time. Okey dokey, doc! Let’s do this! On the next contraction, I did as I was told and everyone kept encouraging me, so I figured I was doing a good job. It was hard to tell with the epi. They waited for another contraction and I pushed again. He was coming out fast, dark hair and all. One more contraction full of pushes and our baby arrived into this world. They put him up on my chest right away and J got to cut the cord. He didn’t make much noise at first, but I remember how BIG he was as they lifted him on me. Everyone in the room kind of gasped when he game out because he was a big guy. After he was weighed, we found out he was 10 lbs., 10 oz. and 20 inches long! We sat admiring him for awhile, the nurse took our family picture and we were just in awe. During all this, I vaguely remember them giving me a shot of pitocin in my leg to expel the placenta and the doctor and the resident worked to stitch me up. They were working for a long time, so I figured it must be bad. I asked and they said it was a third degree tear. Ouch! Finally they were finished with the stitches and I remember the doctor asking if I wanted to see the placenta. I declined and focused on admiring our new bundle of joy.

My recovery in the hospital went well. My right leg took the epidural really well and the numbness took a long time to go away. They had to wheel me into the bathroom since I couldn’t stand on my leg. It was still numb when they wheeled me to our recovery room. Once again, my plans of getting in the shower right away didn’t happen. I still had the IV in my hand and they wouldn’t remove it since I couldn’t feel my leg. I figured it was probably best since they had a heck of a time getting it in! Finally, a nurse offered to cover my hand in a glove so I could shower. It was rough getting in the shower, but felt great to be clean!

We stayed in the hospital until about 4:30 the next day. I had to ask to leave early, but I’m glad I did since I wasn’t getting any rest with all the doctors and nurses coming in to check on me or Myles. I just wanted to sleep in my own bed and not be disturbed. Our first few days at home have been great. Myles is a champ sleeper and is nursing really well. We’ve spent a lot of time resting (except for S’s birthday party two days after we got home) and learning how to be a family of four…which, with a newborn that sleeps all the time, has been a really easy transition. I’m healing well, the stitches were painful for a few days, but my inflatable doughnut really helps to sit on. I was given Vicodin to help with the pain and it really messed me up. Made me all kinds of loopy and weepy. I decided I’d rather deal with the pain instead of taking it and I really feel much better. I can’t say I’ve had much post-partum baby blues like I did with S. I’ve had a few bouts of crying, but mostly just because I’m so happy to have Myles here and knowing that I have the best husband in the world. J was so supportive during my labor and delivery and has been wonderful about taking care of Sophia and Myles while I recover. I sure picked the best father for our little ones!

The whole experience with Myles was completely different than it was with S. I can finally see why people have lots of babies. If I knew every baby would be like him, we might have a few more! We’re so in love with our little man. Welcome to the world baby Myles!

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Proud to announce that our ‘little’ man finally made his appearance on June 29, 2011. His name is Myles and he weighed in at 10 lbs., 10 oz. and was 20 inches long with a head full of brown hair. He decided to come on his own, but cut it VERY close to his induction date! I’ll post my birth story later (once I have time to write it!), but here are a few pictures to tide you over. We are so in love with our little cuddlebug. He’s a sleeper (and a keeper!), that’s for sure…

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Um…41 Weeks?!?

Well, so much for the “going early” theory. Guess this little guy is just too comfy in there. Believe me, I’ve tried EVERYTHING to get him out (ok, everything except castor oil…not going there). This past week has been a rollercoaster for me. I went from thinking “ok, he’s coming tonight” almost every night to trying to psych myself out thinking he’s NOT coming tonight. I’d wake up each morning having a hard time comprehending that I hadn’t gone into labor the night before. Seriously, what is the deal?

Given that I’m at the official ONE WEEK OVERDUE status today, I had the requisite medical tests completed. An ultrasound to measure the aminiotic fluid levels and then a Non-Stress Test. Baby passed both with flying colors, leading me to think he’s about to set up shop in my belly for the rest of his life. GET OUT!! 

And to think I could already be holding my new little one in my arms…the original plan was to induce me earlier this week because my doctor was on-call at the hospital. The more I thought about it (and researched googled about) inductions, the more I wanted to wait to see if he comes naturally. So, we postponed the induction and here I sit with my inside baby. Wahhh!

We’ll see what happens over the weekend. If baby still hasn’t given up his comfy digs, then I’ll make my way in for another NST and we’ll set the induction date for sometime next week. I know my body knows how to do this, it just needs to start kicking things into action. Maybe my pity-pedicure I had tonight will set those labor gears a’ turnin’. Cross your fingers (and toes) for me!

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40 Weeks

Well, we made it. 40 weeks of fun. Ok, maybe not all of them, but for the most part, this has been a pretty good pregnancy. I would say though, that I had more scares with this one, especially worried after I was spotting earlier on and also having the u/s tech tell me that my placenta was low-lying at the anatomy scan at 20 weeks. Luckily, those were the only major things I had to deal with with this little one and those issues cleared themselves up eventually. I know it could have been a lot worse.

I had my 40 week appointment on Tuesday. All is well with baby. Heartbeat still strong at 140 bpm. Such a comforting sound to hear, even after all these weeks. My doctor, after measuring my huge baby bump, proclaimed that he doesn’t have any more room in there. Good, let’s get him out then! He now has an official evacuation date, so at least the end is in sight. I just hope he decides to come out on his own.

I had a few contractions on Saturday morning, but they faded after about an hour. Just a little cramping now and then. We’ve been walking as a family at night, trying to get something started. I’ve never shyed away from spicy foods, and I have plans to buy some pineapple tomorrow. My neighbor mentioned the walking on the curb method, which I hadn’t heard of before, but just might try if baby isn’t here by his official due date this Thursday. Might have to try that one at night, though…what a funny sight to see a pregnant lady walking up and down on the curb!

I feel like he’s dropped quite a bit. Tuesday morning I woke up barely able to walk and felt a lot of pressure. Let’s hope he’s making his final moves and getting into position! No other real labor symptoms. Just feeling major nesting urges. My kitchen has pretty much been scoured from top to bottom. I do a load of laundry once a day. Today I washed all the bedding in the house. I think the nesting bug is affecting J as well, he’s been very busy working on his own to-do list around the house.

S had some fun today picking out a toy for her new baby brother. It was J’s suggestion, and I thought it was a great idea and S loved shopping for her little brother. I can’t wait to see her hold him and give him kisses!

Conversation with J now centers around the quickest route to the hospital and giving each other looks of “any time now”. I worry every time I get up in the middle of the night (which is at least two times now) that my water is going to break (or trickle) like it did with S. For some reason, I picture labor starting in the middle of the night like it did with S, but I should prepare myself that it can happen at any time of day.

Here’s hoping for a trip to the hospital soon!

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39 Weeks

The end is near…I hope! One more week of this pregnancy gig. Dealing with the insane temps (95 degrees) as I finish out the last week of my school year in an un-air conditioned school has been miserable. Although I lucked out with an office with a giant window, it doesn’t do much good just letting in hot air.

Surprisingly, my feet aren’t as swollen as I figured they would be with the humidity. They are a little puffy, but nowhere near the marshmallow status they were with S.

I’ve been dealing with off and on nighttime (and sometimes all.day.long, like Tuesday) cramping of my lower back and abdomen. Monday night it was so bad I woke up at 3:30 am unable to sleep anymore and took some tylenol. They persisted off and on during the day on Tuesday. At my scheduled appointment that day, the NP checked me and I’m still at 1 cm (darn!) but now 50% effaced. Can’t these cramps be doing something to help me out?? My NP gave me two options, either go home and rest or go home and take a brisk walk to see if things start happening. I was kind of surprised, so I said, “Do you really think I’m at that point where things could start happening?” Crazy! Given that it was sweltering HOT when I left the doctor and that I discovered my car had a flat tire, I opted for the NO BRISK WALK choice. Yup, a flat tire. Being all former-girl-scout and all, I drove my car to a nearby gas station and tried to fill the tire with air. Didn’t really help, so I called AAA. They sent a tow-truck operator to help. I’ve been toting my hospital suitcase around in the trunk, so I moved it to the front seat for easier access to the spare tire. The first thing the guy said when he arrived was “were you traveling?” I’m sure I looked quite the sight…hot, sweaty about-to-pop pregnant lady and her suitcase in the front seat. After I explained that I was trying to make his job easier, he got it. He put the doughnut on (mmm…doughnuts) and I took my tire to the shop and found out that I’ll need two new tires. I’m hoping they will be delivered today so I can get that taken care of before baby comes!

So, besides the tire frustrations, cramping, lack of sleep, unability to bend down to pick stuff off the floor, the heat, etc., etc., I’m feeling pretty good. Oh, and those lovely pregnancy comments are really helping me feel GREAT these days. I think it should be a law that no one speak to a pregnant lady the last few weeks because inevitibly something stupid will come out of their mouths. And no, miss-nosy-pants co-worker, I do not need to give you an update of my progress after my appointments. Do I ask you what your lady parts are up to? TMI. Besides, those facts are reserved for my loyal blog readers. Not that you really care.

Anyways, I think the hormones and the heat are getting to me as I write this post, so I will sign off.

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38 Weeks

Guess what, everybody?? It’s JUNE!!! Yes, the page flip of the calendar a few days ago revealed that this is, in fact, the month that I will finally meet the little guy who’s been taking up residence in my belly for the past nine months. I’m ready. I keep telling everyone that he can come at any time. J on the other hand, would prefer his son to wait until AFTER the school year ends (silly exams and end of the year activities), but I’m pretty much finished up with all my school duties for the year, so if he’s planning his evacuation soon, fine by me!

I met with the NP for my weekly appointment on Tuesday. I got to hear the 135 bpm heartbeat and learn that baby is still head down and in proper evacuation position. I had another internal (which hurt a lot this time!) and am still at 1 cm. We talked about who to call when the time comes and that was about it. Hopefully, only two more (or less) appointments to go!

Trying (and mildly succeeding) to keep the house tidy from now until d (delivery)-day. Really looking forward to the nice temps that we’ll have for awhile in our neck of the woods. Last night was amazing sleeping weather and I was only interrupted from my slumber twice for trips to the bathroom. I enjoyed a pedicure last night. Very nice to soak my bloated feet and have a massage. My tootsies are very happy (and pretty!).

Not much else to report. It’s just the waiting game now. I’m about ready to start eating a ton of pineapple and spicy foods! And goodness knows I pass over enough railroad tracks on my way to and from work…bring on the labor dust! 🙂

oh and thanks to all who are voting for him to evacuate prior to the due date in our nifty little poll ————————————–>
this momma and her swollen feet thank you.

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When I found out I was pregnant, the design wheels started turning in my head (after all the initial excitement, of course!). I honestly had no idea what I would do for a nursery if we were having another girl since I used up my ideas on S, so my thoughts centered around what a boy’s nursery would look like. Cutesy animals and whimsical baby-themed nurseries aren’t really my style. I wanted something that would grow with him from baby to toddler and beyond because, well, I just don’t have the energy or time (or money!) to devote to re-doing a room every few years.

I knew I wanted black furniture, but that’s about as far as I was getting with the ideas in my head. Then I saw this picture in a Home Decorator’s magazine (sorry about the picture quality…took a picture of a magazine page!)

I loved how the black furniture stood out from the light blue walls. And I thought light blue would be perfect in a little boy’s room, so this became my inspiration pic.

Black and blue. Still needed something else. I came across this mobile and these wall hangings, so I decided to incorporate the indigo color and white for some accents.

 

We didn’t buy a bedding set this time since I couldn’t find one that I really liked. Plus they are kind of pricey and sort of impractical. Who uses those quilts?? And we all know that bumpers are not safe, so why spend $100+ on some sheets and a dust ruffle? I just found some light blue crib sheets and a dust ruffle at Target that matched the wall color.

I loved how S’s wall border turned out in her room, so I knew we were going to do another one in this baby’s room. Here’s how it turned out (with lots of patience on J’s part with the laser level and some help from mommy and S with the taping)…

We found another convertible crib/furniture set (and are now fully aware of the mattress issues we will face in a few years…) in BLACK. This set is from JC Penney and I got a really good deal on it. Yay for good deals!

J and S had fun setting up the crib. S was such a big help!

Once the walls were painted, the border was finished, all furniture pieces delivered and assembled, it was time to add a few accessories. I originally was going to put up some IKEA shelves above the changing table since there really isn’t any space on the table for anything other than a changing pad. But I wasn’t very pleased with the look of shelves above it, so we made a few adjustments to the changing table to meet our needs. Yes, I realize a wipe warmer isn’t a NECESSITY, but I like knowing that nighttime diaper changes aren’t so shocking (for the baby, at least) and it’s nice to have a place to store the wipes with the convenient pop-up feature. The drawers on the changing table open like this…

so J rigged it so we could plug in the wipe warmer and still close the door without the cord being visible (and we tested it to make sure it wasn’t getting too hot under the furniture!).

I bought a black slip cover for the recliner, found this side table at Kohls (got another great deal), and snagged some picture frames, sail cloth curtains, a throw pillow and a table lamp from Target…

I also painted some wall letters (from Michael’s) white to hang above the crib (which will not be displayed in this post until AFTER baby is born…ah, you thought you could trick me into divulging the name that easily, eh?). And then I found this adorable little elephant from Company Kids. I HAD to have him.

A closet stocked with baby clothes (and I’m proud to say I didn’t pay full price for any of them!), a blue hamper on clearance (repackaged) from Target, my diaper score from amazon, and a spot for a pink diaper champ (still need to move that over from S’s room). Yes, it’s pink. They no longer make these pails like they used to apparently and I wasn’t going to spend $30+ on a new pail that was BLUE that would just sit in the closet.

I think one of my favorite parts of setting up this nursery was when S spied the empty basket (which I got from Lucky Clover Trading Co.) under the side table and said, “He needs some toys in there!” and ran off to get some of her toys to share with her brother. (I think he’s going to LOVE The Little Mermaid book, BTW!)

Here’s the other corner of the room with the dresser. I put blue paper fiber baskets in most of the drawers to help keep all those little baby clothes organized.

And there you have it, a room fit for a king. Well, a small one anyway. 😉 Can’t wait ’til you see your new digs, little man!

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