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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Awesome weather!
The weather yesterday was so pretty! I took Preston for a walk in his stroller and I had blue jeans on. I was sweaty and stinky by the end of the walk. Then I went to my grandparents for dinner and enjoyed walking around outside.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
12-14-09
This post is mostly for me. Some day I might look back and forget all about the day and the little things that happened leading up to Preston's birth. So I figured I'd put it all down and maybe even in Preston's baby book!
Birth Story:
I went to the Doctor on Wednesday, December 9th for my weekly checkup. We knew that we were probably go to talk to the Doctor about scheduling an induction. Preston was due on December 26th and we wanted to avoid having him born right around Christmas and maybe even on our anniversary (Dec. 20th). I was hoping for maybe around December 18th or so. My sister is off at college and I wanted her to be off for Christmas break so that she could be there for his birth.
The Doctor came in to check me and I was almost 3 cm dilated and almost completely effaced. We asked about being induced and he said that would be fine...baby was a good weight and he said the nurse would work out a date with us and then he left. The nurse told us the only date he was on call before Christmas was Monday, the 14th. That meant the next Monday. I was thrown a little off guard. We said ok. When we left I started crying because I didn't think I was ready to have the baby that soon. Daniel said we could take a day to weigh out the pros and cons and then make a decision. I was progressing so well that there was a chance I could have the baby before Christmas. I was also scared of being induced. I wanted to have the baby naturally and knew that being induced brought labor on so quickly that it was hard to do it naturally. Ultimately we decided to go ahead with Monday.
We had to be at the hospital at 6 am on Monday morning. That was pretty rough seeing as I never got any sleep at this point anyway, much less now that I was nervous about the next day.
Once we arrived, we had to wait a little while to be taken back, but once we did, I was getting nervous. I was SO blessed to have my cousin as my nurse. I think I would have been more nervous with the process if I didn't someone there who I trusted and made me more at ease. She hooked me up to the Pitocin and for some reason once she did, I felt far more less nervous. I guess the fact that there was no turning back set it and I just went with it. Then the doctor came in about 10 minutes later to break my water. That sure is a weird feeling. Then about 10 minutes after that I started getting contractions. It was about 7:30 when I started the contractions.
My parents, my brother, and Daniel were all in the room to begin with. The contractions started coming pretty immediately every 2 minutes and I was dealing okay with them. They were slowly getting more and more intense, but I was breathing through them and doing alright for the first hour or so. Eventually they started to get pretty rough. I tried turning on my sides and that would only help for a little while. Somewhere along in there I did start to cry, but I was still dealing with them. Everytime I got one I would need everyone to stop talking so I could just focus!
About three hours in it started to get pretty rough. I had to kick my dad and brother out of the room...too many people there and I needed to focus. Then I started to lose it. I wasn't sure I could keep doing it. I kept saying over and over, "I can't do it." Then Daniel would ask me if I wanted an epidural. I always said no, but at that point I did start to debate it. Beth (my nurse) checked me and said I was 7 cm. There was no way to know how much longer it was going to take. I basically decided I'd come this far, I might as well keep going naturally. Beth brought in a nurse that specialized in natural births. She said we were going to try a few things to see if they could help me get more relaxed and to be able to get through the rest of the birth. She tried squeezing my hips (she said this helps the pain with some women). That was almost unbearable. Then she raised part of the bed up and part of the bed down, so that it was like I was sitting on a chair. That helped A LOT. Then she gave me a new breathing exercise for Daniel to do with me. Oh my goodness. I was like a new woman for a little while. I was able to relax just a little bit and that really helped.
I stayed in that position breathing for a while and then I was checked and I was 9 cm. Beth told me that if I got down on the birthing ball that I would probably open all the way. I didn't want to move but I was ready to get the baby out, so I did it. It was painful but within five minutes or so I started to feel pressure, so I was pretty sure it was time to push. She checked me and I was complete. Time to push.
She told me to start pushing before the doctor even got there. HOLY MOLY. I really had never even imagined how horribly painful pushing would be. I really only thought about an epidural to help with the contractions, but now I started thinking maybe I should have used it to help with the pushing. It hurt bad, but it did feel pretty natural. I didn't have a problem figuring out how to push. The doctor arrived and I was glad to see him. I never thought I would be like those ladies on the birth shows who scream, but I was. I pushed for only about 20 minutes and Preston made his way out. He had his hand over his face (which the dr said is what made it a little harder) and the cord wrapped around him, but he was fine. He was born at 1:03 pm.
I think one of the first things I said when he came out was that I wasn't doing this again for a long time and I'll be getting an epidural next time. But, now that it's over and done with (and the pain isn't fresh on my mind, haha) I bet I end up trying to do it pain med free again, as long as it doesn't go on much longer than this one. It was a neat experience and I look forward to doing it again, just not anytime soon. :-) I love my baby boy!
Birth Story:
I went to the Doctor on Wednesday, December 9th for my weekly checkup. We knew that we were probably go to talk to the Doctor about scheduling an induction. Preston was due on December 26th and we wanted to avoid having him born right around Christmas and maybe even on our anniversary (Dec. 20th). I was hoping for maybe around December 18th or so. My sister is off at college and I wanted her to be off for Christmas break so that she could be there for his birth.
The Doctor came in to check me and I was almost 3 cm dilated and almost completely effaced. We asked about being induced and he said that would be fine...baby was a good weight and he said the nurse would work out a date with us and then he left. The nurse told us the only date he was on call before Christmas was Monday, the 14th. That meant the next Monday. I was thrown a little off guard. We said ok. When we left I started crying because I didn't think I was ready to have the baby that soon. Daniel said we could take a day to weigh out the pros and cons and then make a decision. I was progressing so well that there was a chance I could have the baby before Christmas. I was also scared of being induced. I wanted to have the baby naturally and knew that being induced brought labor on so quickly that it was hard to do it naturally. Ultimately we decided to go ahead with Monday.
We had to be at the hospital at 6 am on Monday morning. That was pretty rough seeing as I never got any sleep at this point anyway, much less now that I was nervous about the next day.
Once we arrived, we had to wait a little while to be taken back, but once we did, I was getting nervous. I was SO blessed to have my cousin as my nurse. I think I would have been more nervous with the process if I didn't someone there who I trusted and made me more at ease. She hooked me up to the Pitocin and for some reason once she did, I felt far more less nervous. I guess the fact that there was no turning back set it and I just went with it. Then the doctor came in about 10 minutes later to break my water. That sure is a weird feeling. Then about 10 minutes after that I started getting contractions. It was about 7:30 when I started the contractions.
My parents, my brother, and Daniel were all in the room to begin with. The contractions started coming pretty immediately every 2 minutes and I was dealing okay with them. They were slowly getting more and more intense, but I was breathing through them and doing alright for the first hour or so. Eventually they started to get pretty rough. I tried turning on my sides and that would only help for a little while. Somewhere along in there I did start to cry, but I was still dealing with them. Everytime I got one I would need everyone to stop talking so I could just focus!
About three hours in it started to get pretty rough. I had to kick my dad and brother out of the room...too many people there and I needed to focus. Then I started to lose it. I wasn't sure I could keep doing it. I kept saying over and over, "I can't do it." Then Daniel would ask me if I wanted an epidural. I always said no, but at that point I did start to debate it. Beth (my nurse) checked me and said I was 7 cm. There was no way to know how much longer it was going to take. I basically decided I'd come this far, I might as well keep going naturally. Beth brought in a nurse that specialized in natural births. She said we were going to try a few things to see if they could help me get more relaxed and to be able to get through the rest of the birth. She tried squeezing my hips (she said this helps the pain with some women). That was almost unbearable. Then she raised part of the bed up and part of the bed down, so that it was like I was sitting on a chair. That helped A LOT. Then she gave me a new breathing exercise for Daniel to do with me. Oh my goodness. I was like a new woman for a little while. I was able to relax just a little bit and that really helped.
I stayed in that position breathing for a while and then I was checked and I was 9 cm. Beth told me that if I got down on the birthing ball that I would probably open all the way. I didn't want to move but I was ready to get the baby out, so I did it. It was painful but within five minutes or so I started to feel pressure, so I was pretty sure it was time to push. She checked me and I was complete. Time to push.
She told me to start pushing before the doctor even got there. HOLY MOLY. I really had never even imagined how horribly painful pushing would be. I really only thought about an epidural to help with the contractions, but now I started thinking maybe I should have used it to help with the pushing. It hurt bad, but it did feel pretty natural. I didn't have a problem figuring out how to push. The doctor arrived and I was glad to see him. I never thought I would be like those ladies on the birth shows who scream, but I was. I pushed for only about 20 minutes and Preston made his way out. He had his hand over his face (which the dr said is what made it a little harder) and the cord wrapped around him, but he was fine. He was born at 1:03 pm.
I think one of the first things I said when he came out was that I wasn't doing this again for a long time and I'll be getting an epidural next time. But, now that it's over and done with (and the pain isn't fresh on my mind, haha) I bet I end up trying to do it pain med free again, as long as it doesn't go on much longer than this one. It was a neat experience and I look forward to doing it again, just not anytime soon. :-) I love my baby boy!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Beautiful Weekend!
After all the cold weather lately, it was a great to have such a pretty weekend. We spent a couple hours outside on Sunday afternoon. I took Preston for a walk while Daniel cleaned out his car. Preston enjoyed our strool together! Glad we took the time to enjoy it because it didn't last long...it rained all night!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Poop!
I know that's not the most appealing title, but that pretty much sums up what this post is about. I have to blog this before I forget it. But then again, I'm not sure I could ever forget this...
One day last week I had just finished feeding Preston. Usually once I finish feeding him I have to change his diaper, but I usually give him some time to do any business he might have brewing. After a little while I figured he had done anything he was gonna do, so I went to go change him. I was wiping his cute little hiney when without warning it happened... and it happened so fast I hardly knew what had hit me. All I had to do was to look down and it was pretty easy to figure out what had hit me. My sweet little baby had just had a major poop explosion. I'm not talking about a little poop squirting out of his diaper or a little onto the changing table... It was like someone had taken a ketchup bottle and stepped on it with all they had. I had poop ALL OVER MY PANTS. And it wasn't just on my pants. It was on the WALL, the BLINDS, the CARPET, the CHANGING TABLE, and my sweet little baby. I stood there dumbfounded, hardly knowing what to do. Then I saw him make THE FACE... and I placed a diaper on him just in time (not even having time to fasten it) for him to explode again. He just stared up at me with this sweet, innocent face, not even knowing what he had done.
But I have come to the conclusion that he knew what he had done... and I think he found it funny.
The next morning he tried to do it again. This time it was on a much smaller scale and the diaper was placed on him. No damage done to any property.
Then yesterday happened. I recognized the signs and had the diaper on in time, but only barely. Once again, I didn't get it fastened. I'll spare the details on this one, but lets just say I never knew so much could come out of such a little person. And after this incident, I knew he knew what he was doing. Because the whole time, he was smiling. He finds it funny! I had a camera near by and I snapped a pic after this last incident.
One day last week I had just finished feeding Preston. Usually once I finish feeding him I have to change his diaper, but I usually give him some time to do any business he might have brewing. After a little while I figured he had done anything he was gonna do, so I went to go change him. I was wiping his cute little hiney when without warning it happened... and it happened so fast I hardly knew what had hit me. All I had to do was to look down and it was pretty easy to figure out what had hit me. My sweet little baby had just had a major poop explosion. I'm not talking about a little poop squirting out of his diaper or a little onto the changing table... It was like someone had taken a ketchup bottle and stepped on it with all they had. I had poop ALL OVER MY PANTS. And it wasn't just on my pants. It was on the WALL, the BLINDS, the CARPET, the CHANGING TABLE, and my sweet little baby. I stood there dumbfounded, hardly knowing what to do. Then I saw him make THE FACE... and I placed a diaper on him just in time (not even having time to fasten it) for him to explode again. He just stared up at me with this sweet, innocent face, not even knowing what he had done.
But I have come to the conclusion that he knew what he had done... and I think he found it funny.
The next morning he tried to do it again. This time it was on a much smaller scale and the diaper was placed on him. No damage done to any property.
Then yesterday happened. I recognized the signs and had the diaper on in time, but only barely. Once again, I didn't get it fastened. I'll spare the details on this one, but lets just say I never knew so much could come out of such a little person. And after this incident, I knew he knew what he was doing. Because the whole time, he was smiling. He finds it funny! I had a camera near by and I snapped a pic after this last incident.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
First Post!
Okay, so I totally love reading other people's blog, but never thought I would EVER start my own. While I love reading about OTHER people's lives (haha!), I didn't think I was into people knowing about mine. But now that I have a baby, I think it could kind of be a way to cronicle his life and remember things I would otherwise have forgotten.
Now, how often I'll post on here is up in the air. I have a pleonast blog, but I think I've made 10 posts in 3 years, so we'll see. Could be fun. :-)
I'm thinking about blogging Preston's birth story. I would like to have it written down because I'm afraid I'll forget aspects of it that I would like to remember.
A pic of my cutie...
Leave comments so I'll know people read my blog! ;-)
Now, how often I'll post on here is up in the air. I have a pleonast blog, but I think I've made 10 posts in 3 years, so we'll see. Could be fun. :-)
I'm thinking about blogging Preston's birth story. I would like to have it written down because I'm afraid I'll forget aspects of it that I would like to remember.
A pic of my cutie...
Leave comments so I'll know people read my blog! ;-)
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