Summer is almost here! WE are moving out of the hole in two days and Life is Good!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sharing in the Groove
This weekend we went to a Herstek fiesta at Lake Harmony. It was so nice to be out in the woods, chilling on a huge deck with a great view, and eating great food with great people. Matthew and Nick were so cute together when they played. They walked the deck with the walker together. How nice!
Summer is almost here! WE are moving out of the hole in two days and Life is Good!
Summer is almost here! WE are moving out of the hole in two days and Life is Good!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Hanging with Matthew
Hey guys!
In preperations for us to move, I haven't been online much. We are realy excited for our new place. I can't stand the hole that we live in...it is just so gross and it is, in better terms, a HOLE! We are now going to be so close to a beautiful park and the pool that our summer is going to rock! 8 more days of school, let's hope I can make it.
On another note, Matthew is doing fantastic. He is cruising all over and walks for long stretches with his push wagon. I bet he will be walking by the end of June. We are in no rush though :) Matthew is talking all the time and imitating words. He can sign for "more" and say a few words independently. His receptive skills are amazing. We have a smart cookie in our hands.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Happy 1st Birthday Matty Beef Patties!!!!!
Can you believe that it has been a year? Crazy stuff! It has been a wonderful year with challenges and good times. Matthew is becoming such a little man. He is really loves to explore, play, imitate, and move around. He is cruising all over and loves his walker wagon. I can't believe that it has been a year. It went by so fast!
About 10 minutes out:
Sleeping the next day
Today!
About 10 minutes out:
Sleeping the next day
Today!
My Birth Story!
My Birth Story
It started in October with rare flashes of nausea, headaches, and fatigue. I attributed it to my new job, grad school, and Bill’s new schedule. In December, I felt like I was starting to gain weight. My pants were all so snug. At night I would lie down and have shooting pains in my side. Zits were popping out and I was so hormonal! I was sure my period was coming. It felt like I had PMS the whole month of December. When discussing my symptoms with a TSS worker in my room, she said she had the same things. The TSS told me she kept taking pregnancy tests and they were coming back negative. It got me thinking…hmmmm maybe I should take one. So I took one on December 21, 2006 and it was positive. WHAT! How can I be pregnant? I was told that I would need fertility treatments to get pregnant because I have PCOS. There is no way that I am preggers!!!
The next day was a half-day at school because of Christmas break. Once my kids left, I quickly got my butt to Planned Parenthood. They confirmed it. The woman also said that I needed to see a doctor ASAP because she thought I was around 12 weeks. I thought she was crazy. 12 weeks!!! How can I be pregnant for 12 weeks? I think my last period was in the summer. I was on the pill for Christ’s sake! At this point I am freaking out big time. I am thinking of all the irresponsible things I did over the last few months that could have harmed the baby. I ate tuna! I drank alcohol! I am a coffee nut! Diet soda? Splenda? Holy Shit! I tried calling all the local OB/GYN offices and everywhere was either closed or didn’t have an available appointment until January. JANUARY! How the hell I am going to wait that long? So my friend and I went to ER, spur of the moment with a concocted story. I am 28 y.o. female with severe cramping/stomach ace. I am sent back to a bed and they wouldn’t let my friend come with me. I am by myself for over 4 hours! They do a urinalysis and tell me the news that I am pregnant (ya think??). They take me up for an ultrasound. Good this is what I came for! So here I am, alone, getting an ultrasound. The tech was doing measurements and I am saying I don’t know how far along I am, but I am pretty sure I am 8 weeks. I bet I am 8 weeks. The tech replies “Um, no more like 20 weeks! Want to know the sex?” At this point, I am so overwhelmed, shocked, etc. I was like why not. “IT’S A BOY!!!” She then pushed the machine over and I saw my baby for the first time. Wow! What an experience. There he was rolling around and then he yawned. I started crying and I knew I was in love. By the way, I am still alone. I get a bunch of pictures and I am wheeled back to the room. They discharge me and my friend was finally allowed back.
Flash forward to May 6, 2007.
It is about 2:30 in the morning and I wake up to pee for the upteenth time. I then have belly cramping and I am going to the bathroom. This happens several times throughout the night. It is coming in waves of every 5 minutes, which I assume it is the start of something. I am by myself for a while, watching TV, getting up to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes, and thinking, “is this really it”. I call my mom around 4:30 and she comes over. At this point, my body is empty and I am just having contractions. These contractions were not like the Braxton Hicks I experienced. These were intense like someone is stabbing me in my lower back contractions. By now it is 6:00 and I call Bill. It is time to come home from work. Let’s go to the hospital! Bill comes home and I go to the bathroom. I think my water is starting to break because fluid just came out when I stood up and it definitely was not pee!
At the hospital, they check me and I am 1-2 cm dilated. They want me to hang out for a while and wait for the doctor to decide if I should be sent home or not. The doctor comes in an hour later and checks me. My water is broken and I am 4 cm dilated. Looks like I am staying and this baby is coming! Did I mention the contractions? Again all in the lower spine region and all were like a 500-pound elephant was taking his toe and pressing on my back with all his might. EEK! At this point I am like yes to epidural! While I am waiting, they do an ultrasound for a size check. Yep! That was fun when you are having contractions every 5-6 minutes. I really don’t remember much at this point, just a great deal of pain, being hungry and thirsty, and a little nervous. Once the epidural came, I was relaxed and fell asleep for a little while. I know my blood pressure was fluctuating all day and Matthew’s heart rate was all over the place as well. I kept having to move around to get both were they needed to be.
3:00 PM…Epidural is no more, contractions are in full force. It is all in the lower spine area and I am in a great deal of pain. The doctor comes and checks me; yep I am 10 cm and ready to push. Here it is! Holy Shit! We start and it is not going well. Did I mention I had a very bad cold? I couldn’t breathe for crap and when I pushed I would cough about half way through, never making a full 10 count. It is a disaster! But I was determined! I would push and cough, push and cough, then catch my breath. They gave me oxygen to help with the breathing and my congestion. I am pushing and pushing and it is not doing much. The doctor gets the vacuum to assist with the delivery. So I am pushing and he is using this vacuum and still Matthew was being stubborn! At this point, Matthew was in distress. His heart rate was dropping very quickly. My mom was out in the hall about to faint. They were paging the pediatrician to come STAT and the doctor told the nurses to get an OR prepped, it looks like it is going to be an emergency C-Section. I told myself in my head “You are not getting C-Section.You are getting this baby out” This was my last try before they took me to the OR. Lo and behold, Matthew shot out like a champagne cork (at least that is what it felt like). They whisked him right away to get checked out. It turns out that he was in the OP position, which means his face was looking at my stomach. They call it sunny side up. This is why my contractions were so intense. It is called back labor. His position was the reason I struggled with the delivery. Also, Matthew’s umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck several times that is why his heart rate dropped and he was in “distress”. Overall, it was an amazing experience. Matthew came into this world at 4:11 PM at 6 pounds and 11 0zs. He was 19.5 inches long with beautiful blonde hair. It was love at first sight.
It started in October with rare flashes of nausea, headaches, and fatigue. I attributed it to my new job, grad school, and Bill’s new schedule. In December, I felt like I was starting to gain weight. My pants were all so snug. At night I would lie down and have shooting pains in my side. Zits were popping out and I was so hormonal! I was sure my period was coming. It felt like I had PMS the whole month of December. When discussing my symptoms with a TSS worker in my room, she said she had the same things. The TSS told me she kept taking pregnancy tests and they were coming back negative. It got me thinking…hmmmm maybe I should take one. So I took one on December 21, 2006 and it was positive. WHAT! How can I be pregnant? I was told that I would need fertility treatments to get pregnant because I have PCOS. There is no way that I am preggers!!!
The next day was a half-day at school because of Christmas break. Once my kids left, I quickly got my butt to Planned Parenthood. They confirmed it. The woman also said that I needed to see a doctor ASAP because she thought I was around 12 weeks. I thought she was crazy. 12 weeks!!! How can I be pregnant for 12 weeks? I think my last period was in the summer. I was on the pill for Christ’s sake! At this point I am freaking out big time. I am thinking of all the irresponsible things I did over the last few months that could have harmed the baby. I ate tuna! I drank alcohol! I am a coffee nut! Diet soda? Splenda? Holy Shit! I tried calling all the local OB/GYN offices and everywhere was either closed or didn’t have an available appointment until January. JANUARY! How the hell I am going to wait that long? So my friend and I went to ER, spur of the moment with a concocted story. I am 28 y.o. female with severe cramping/stomach ace. I am sent back to a bed and they wouldn’t let my friend come with me. I am by myself for over 4 hours! They do a urinalysis and tell me the news that I am pregnant (ya think??). They take me up for an ultrasound. Good this is what I came for! So here I am, alone, getting an ultrasound. The tech was doing measurements and I am saying I don’t know how far along I am, but I am pretty sure I am 8 weeks. I bet I am 8 weeks. The tech replies “Um, no more like 20 weeks! Want to know the sex?” At this point, I am so overwhelmed, shocked, etc. I was like why not. “IT’S A BOY!!!” She then pushed the machine over and I saw my baby for the first time. Wow! What an experience. There he was rolling around and then he yawned. I started crying and I knew I was in love. By the way, I am still alone. I get a bunch of pictures and I am wheeled back to the room. They discharge me and my friend was finally allowed back.
Flash forward to May 6, 2007.
It is about 2:30 in the morning and I wake up to pee for the upteenth time. I then have belly cramping and I am going to the bathroom. This happens several times throughout the night. It is coming in waves of every 5 minutes, which I assume it is the start of something. I am by myself for a while, watching TV, getting up to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes, and thinking, “is this really it”. I call my mom around 4:30 and she comes over. At this point, my body is empty and I am just having contractions. These contractions were not like the Braxton Hicks I experienced. These were intense like someone is stabbing me in my lower back contractions. By now it is 6:00 and I call Bill. It is time to come home from work. Let’s go to the hospital! Bill comes home and I go to the bathroom. I think my water is starting to break because fluid just came out when I stood up and it definitely was not pee!
At the hospital, they check me and I am 1-2 cm dilated. They want me to hang out for a while and wait for the doctor to decide if I should be sent home or not. The doctor comes in an hour later and checks me. My water is broken and I am 4 cm dilated. Looks like I am staying and this baby is coming! Did I mention the contractions? Again all in the lower spine region and all were like a 500-pound elephant was taking his toe and pressing on my back with all his might. EEK! At this point I am like yes to epidural! While I am waiting, they do an ultrasound for a size check. Yep! That was fun when you are having contractions every 5-6 minutes. I really don’t remember much at this point, just a great deal of pain, being hungry and thirsty, and a little nervous. Once the epidural came, I was relaxed and fell asleep for a little while. I know my blood pressure was fluctuating all day and Matthew’s heart rate was all over the place as well. I kept having to move around to get both were they needed to be.
3:00 PM…Epidural is no more, contractions are in full force. It is all in the lower spine area and I am in a great deal of pain. The doctor comes and checks me; yep I am 10 cm and ready to push. Here it is! Holy Shit! We start and it is not going well. Did I mention I had a very bad cold? I couldn’t breathe for crap and when I pushed I would cough about half way through, never making a full 10 count. It is a disaster! But I was determined! I would push and cough, push and cough, then catch my breath. They gave me oxygen to help with the breathing and my congestion. I am pushing and pushing and it is not doing much. The doctor gets the vacuum to assist with the delivery. So I am pushing and he is using this vacuum and still Matthew was being stubborn! At this point, Matthew was in distress. His heart rate was dropping very quickly. My mom was out in the hall about to faint. They were paging the pediatrician to come STAT and the doctor told the nurses to get an OR prepped, it looks like it is going to be an emergency C-Section. I told myself in my head “You are not getting C-Section.You are getting this baby out” This was my last try before they took me to the OR. Lo and behold, Matthew shot out like a champagne cork (at least that is what it felt like). They whisked him right away to get checked out. It turns out that he was in the OP position, which means his face was looking at my stomach. They call it sunny side up. This is why my contractions were so intense. It is called back labor. His position was the reason I struggled with the delivery. Also, Matthew’s umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck several times that is why his heart rate dropped and he was in “distress”. Overall, it was an amazing experience. Matthew came into this world at 4:11 PM at 6 pounds and 11 0zs. He was 19.5 inches long with beautiful blonde hair. It was love at first sight.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
