A long post about chilbirth, with a bunch of random details thrown in

So I sat down today with my little man in his sling (use of both arms!! Hey, did you know in a pinch, you can go pee while wearing your sleeping baby? Hello! Awesome!) and started to write out how my birth went. Then my mind and my browser wandered over to this guy's wife's childbirth story and, holy cow, mine is way boring after reading that. Seriously, go read it if you haven't. She is a rockstar. So here it is... and if hearing about my cervix will gross you out, come back tomorrow.

I went in to be induced twice the previous week. They wanted to move it along slowly, which in hindsight I am very happy with. But both times they sent me home because labor was not moving along and rushing it could complicate things.

Monday night I was scheduled to have the real induction. The one where they do not send you home. But then they called me and said that the hospital was full.



I went to bed, and woke up at midnight with some pain and bleeding, so we went in to the hospital anyway...

They said that I was having irregular labor contractions, but go ahead and go back home, bleeding was nothing... Only dilated to 3cm anyhow...

We were packing up to go home and they said, hey wait, we have room to induce you now if you want to stay. So we were going to stay. Stay. Just kidding, Go. No really, Stay. Go. For real, Stay. They are lucky I'm patient!

They were going to do a 12 hour process that you can usually sleep through, so I sent my hubby home to get some real sleep thinking that I would for sure need him clear headed the next morning. Of course, after I sent him home, and before they started the induction process, I started having contractions every 5 minutes. I knew I needed a hand to squeeze, so I called my cousin (labor coach on call to take the pressure off my husband) about 4am. She has 2 kids and had one rough labor so she was a perfect pick.

We walked the halls for an hour stopping every 3 minutes to hunch over a chair and breath deeply through my contractions.

At about 5am, my contractions were really strong and I was about 5 cm. I called my husband and my mom in. My husband was really nervous at first. He had never seen me in so much pain, trying to breath through it and keep it under control. One time I lost control and started crying, and couldn't get it back under control. I didn't make that mistake again.

At about 7am and 7cm (I think he must have planned that btw, smart little booger) I wanted an epidural. My contractions were stronger and my cervix wasn't changing, so the doctor broke my water. I got my epidural shortly after and took a rest.

And I brushed my teeth from bed.


Then, at 10:30 the nurse said that I was ready to push, and I felt ready to push! (Women who pushed a long time: Please don't hate me for the next sentence!) I pushed through 2 contractions and he was born at 10:52!


And here he is today...


I think his eyes are changing color... They started out blue, and since neither of us have blue eyes, his choices are hazel or brown... What will it be?

Baby is a week old today!

Because I know you care, my boobs aren't as big as my head anymore.

Also, if I am not responding to an email or comment... blame him and this action:



After he does that, he ususally does this:




And today I figured out that if I put him in the sling, that I have the use of both of my hands! Plus he likes it:

I can make a sandwich! I can load the dishwasher and do a load of laundry! AND FOLD IT! I still can't clean toilets thank god! sadly.

Luckily he also likes the swing so I stick it in the bathroom and take a shower, but he won't give me enough time to wash my hair. It is starting to smell a little funky. Maybe I should be doing that instead of blogging, huh?

My daughter came back from her dads yesterday, and she is getting used to having to share me. She likes to hold him, and thinks his feet are cute. Wail till she sees that I can use both hands again!

Don't judge the writing skills. Baby coma.

I am writing this while pumping breast milk, because my milk came in the other day, and my boobs are the size of my head. Each one. I am totally serious. I have always had big boobs, and I think I remember this happening with my daughter, but WOW! And also, ouch. Poor little guy couldn't really get a grip cause they were so huge last night. I could seriously feed 3 babies with these monsters. So I pump. I can't think of anything less attractive that this sight, but you know, antibodies... IQ... blah blah blah...

Then there's this...


And this:


And these parts:




And drunk on breast milk:

It's a good thing you can't smell through my blog, cause you would smell spit up. Cause that stain on his shirt, and all over me? Smelly!

I hovered for, like 5 minutes for this one because obviously worth it!


But I am ready for her to come home because I miss her!

He's finally here!

Born Tuesday, June 30, 2009 at 10:42am
9lbs 7oz, 22 inches long...

Proud big sister!

May this be the last

May this be the last pregnancy picture I have to post. My due date was yesterday, and were hoping to induce as soon as the hospital has room for me...

Officially 40 weeks...

I didn't even have to beg...

Even though I'm a former vegetarian, my husband rocks for making this for dinner so I don't have to lift a finger until this kid comes out. Amen!

Frozen rant

Being overly pregnant, I made my child go with me to get frozen yogurt today. We went to a new place that is kind of self serve, where you pay by the ounce. The high school girl that worked there was nice and let us try a few flavors before we decided on one that we wanted. It was really yummy!

Anyway, while we were sitting there eating our exotic flavored frozen yogurt we watched 3 separate groups of preteens come in, try several flavors each, and then leave without buying anything. By the third group, I was handing out my evil eye... How is that little yogurt shop going to stay in business with gaggles of kids in there taking taste after taste and then leaving without buying anything? Where are their parents? And why does the manager let them do that?

Isn't the whole point of trying flavors to figure out which one you would like to BUY? My daughter got a lecture about why what they were doing was wrong (sorry kiddo!)... If you can't buy something, you can't taste it then either... I know it's hot out, but dude, buy something then!