Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Well--- it's been two weeks since Jared's birth. Two amazing weeks. Two incredibly challenging weeks. Two of the hardest weeks of my life--but equally--- two of the best.
Jared has enhanced every part of our lives. I may not get more that three straight hours of sleep now, but he's worth it. Greg & I feel so blessed to have him. He's one special little guy.
This special little guy had his two week appointment yesterday and he's doing great. He's now 9 lbs and 21 inches (both in the 60ish percentile for growth). The boy gained a pound in ten days--- the doctor said it's typical for babies his age to gain between a 1/2 to a full ounce a day--- our little over-achiever gained almost two! What surprised the both of us is that his head circumference is only in the 30th percentile (coming from two people who've had unusually large heads from birth).
To celebrate Jared being two-weeks old, we took him to his first movie on Thursday: Indiana Jones & the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. It fit too well for his first movie to be Indy, since he was born with Temple of Doom in the background. He was great! He slept for the first few minutes, ate a little bit, and slept on my shoulder the rest of the movie. Such a good baby! Greg & I both enjoyed the movie; yes, the plot was a little far-fetched, but think of the other Indy movies and then when the movie is actually set. All in all, it was a great start to our Memorial Day weekend.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Everything I am now and will be as a mother is because of her. I learned from the best--- so, since I was in the hospital learning to be a mom on Mother's Day, Happy week-late Mother's Day, Mama. We love you and thank you for everything you did during your visit.
P.S.-- Contrary to what you thought, Greg was not happy to see you go--- all of us love you! :)
P.S.S.-- Since I'm posting this-- yes, we survived our first night alone as parents! Woo hoo!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
After a day full of hard contractions that would go away and come back---Greg, Mom, and I decided it was time to storm the hospital and demand labor. We arrived to Triage for L&D at 11 pm. Forty minutes later, I was checked again and given the 'contractions are not strong enough because you haven't dilated further' speech. The poor resident on call that evening was then introduced to emotional pregnant Amber (followed by her mother a few minutes later complaining about how she shouldn't have to see me in pain)--- after some crying and encouragement to 'think opening thoughts' I was given a robe and told to make a few laps around the hospital. By this point, I was really depressed and in pain. Greg and Mom did all they could to make me feel better, but I felt as though my life was in repeat mode and I would end up being pregnant for another week.
At my lowest low, around 140 AM, Greg & I were still making laps around L&D (while Mom sat reading magazines) when I saw a patient in L&D who was just put on the board with my doctor's name next to it. As I thought 'boy I wish that was me' a nurse came up to me and said, 'are you Amber?' Reluctantly I admit my identity and she tells me that the on-call doctor believes I'm far enough along that we can help the labor along and have a baby. Wait... what? Someone listened to me... I didn't... couldn't... believe it--- until they broke my water at 2 AM (by the way--- very odd feeling).
The resident (same one from above) told me soon after that now we wait and watch for my contractions to pick up. They never did---in fact---they almost died out and eight hours later, at 10 AM, they begin the pitocin drip. From 10 AM to 200 PM, I did my best to work naturally through the contractions, all kinds of distraction techniques, then the Pit kicked in and the pain intensified--- and boy do I mean intensified.
I decided to get into the shower to try to relieve the insane back labor when I remembered my first nurse's advice: remember to enjoy your first labor, think about what you are doing and how your feelings about finally meeting your first child. It was at that point, I decided to use pain medications. First, the narcotic shot. It took the edge off the pain, but I was still forced to sing through all the primary songs I could remember while trying to enjoy the shower relief. Out of the shower, I knew the epidural was next. Honestly, getting the epidural was the thing that scared me the most, but I knew I needed it in order to get through the next while. Especially since I was only dilated to a 5 when they checked me at 230 PM.
After the epidural given at 3pm, which I had absolutely no reason to be afraid of it, I knew I could relax and do my job. My job at that time was to try to sleep---meanwhile, Mom & Greg watched an Indiana Jones marathon on TV. Around 545 pm---halfway through Temple of Doom, the doctor came into check my progress and she said the magic words--- complete and time to push. While they got ready, my nurse had me do a couple of practice pushes and she couldn't believe how well I did for a first-time mom. To me, pushing felt like the easiest part of labor--thank you, epidural. In fact, I learned later that three L&D patients were complete at the same time and the doctors expected me to be the last to deliver. The doctor came to check my pushes and ran out in the hall (according to my mom) and said I was ready. At this point, all bets were off and they were getting ready for baby Jared. Seven full contractions from the start of pushing to the finish and Jared was born at 639pm, 8 lbs 3 oz, 20 inches long. All the while, the movie was still on in the background.
I'm so grateful for all the wonderful people around me making the conclusion to my labor possible. I'm especially grateful for a doctor who said let's keep her since she's full term. Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers because, in this case, family history was relevant, my labor was exactly like my mom's and aunt's--- and I needed help to get my son into the world. And what a precious gift he is.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Oh well, tomorrow's the big day, still having contractions, still trying to time them, still hoping they'll get stronger for mine and the baby's sake.
Wish us baby vibes so that I may be a mom for mother's day...
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
At my Doctor's visit yesterday we talked about how IF he doesn't come on his own, he will come next weekend (hopefully Friday) through persuasion (i.e. induction). My doctor doesn't think he will wait, so here's hoping...
So, if all else fails we will be parents and baby J will be here by May 16th, so I'm serving him the following eviction notice.
I am issuing 9 day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 9 days in which he can either gather his belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he will be physically removed from the property.
He's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made!
Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances.
After 9 days from this day that he doesn’t comply with the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
For anyone interesting click here for the real mythology behind crystal skulls. It's pretty cool.
Another reason I'm Iron Woman is the cleaning rampage I've been on this morning; I even cleaned the vacuum--- call me crazy, but I think I'm nesting. Yay for another sign baby J is soon to come.
One more week.... OR LESS... PLEASE!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I'm showing the classic signs of that kind of labor, so we went to the hospital last night when I had semi-regular contractions for a few hours. Two hours later we were sent home because I had only progressed a tiny bit since my appointment a day-and-a-half before (I went from a 3 to a 3 & 3/8 both 80% effaced) and my contractions died down.
BUT I'm a first-time pregnant woman so no one listens (besides my mom, aunt, and gma) to how I'm judging my body because I've "never been in labor" before---even though I'm having contractions. Today, one of my doctor's nurses told me on the phone that family history doesn't even matter with that kind of stuff. Isn't that the first thing a doctor's office finds out about you? Since I haven't hit my due date, they won't even talk about helping me along. But that's the thing, I just want to talk about all my possibilities and make sure we're on the same page. It's not like I want them to do anything TODAY, I just want them to listen to me because I thought I was the pregnant one!
PLUS if I go back to the hospital again without baby J being on the outside, I think I might have breakdown...
AND I do not want to have another 'useless' contraction...
AS A RESULT--- This weekend, Greg & I are going to try all the wive's tales (except the caster oil) to help labor along. Pray for us that it will progress. Wish us luck...
Random note: We're so glad that Ashley & Joe came over on their way through town. We had fun amidst the silly contractions. Thanks for coming guys, good luck back east and figuring out where to go after that!
Another bonus: Work is being more understanding about me being WAY pregnant and still here. In fact, they didn't schedule me to work next week; I get to come in whenever I want. Yay for that bonus...