Cecilia is ready for shooting practice. I think we'll wait until she's a little older though.
May 30, 2011
Family Outing
We had a first major family outing to "the Zoo" this weekend. I also had some returns and exchanges so we went out to the Stapleton area to go to the Bass Pro Shop, aka "the Zoo". Cecilia and Jon had so much fun. There are all kinds of taxidermy animals all over the place and a huge aquarium with gigantic fish. Not to mention all of the camo and hunting gear for Jon to drool over. We almost lost Cecilia in the camo, good thing she was not wearing her camo ;)
Cecilia is ready for shooting practice. I think we'll wait until she's a little older though.
Cecilia is ready for shooting practice. I think we'll wait until she's a little older though.
May 27, 2011
Red Like Elmo
I got a pedicure on May 1st, thinking that my toes would be pretty for the delivery. I was wrong. by the time Lilly was delivered, it had been 13 days, and my pedicure was about done for. The other day when I realized that I could finally bend over to touch my toes again, I decided that a fresh coat of paint was in order. I got out the polish, and Cecilia took one look at the pretty red bottle and exclaimed "ELMO!". After watching me apply the color to my toes, she pulled her chair over to me, climbed up and pointed to her toes and told me "Elmo!" in a very demanding voice. Alas, we both have toes that are red like Elmo. She shows everyone her toes, and if hers are hidden, she will show them mine, of course with the assertion that they are red- like Elmo.
Bath Duckies
Its hard not to compare your kids to each other. We love this duck towel and bath time. I finally caught Lilly at a happy moment, before her bath. So on the left, we have Cecilia at 3 days old, and on the right we have Lilly at 13 days old. They are both so sweet. So cute. So different, yet so similar. LOVE them!
May 23, 2011
Proud Daddy
Jon went back to work. Leaving me with the two little humans all by myself. (I. CAN. DO. IT.) He didn't leave with out his girls on his heart though.
May 21, 2011
A Lot Can Happen in 1 Week
We've been home with our two girls for just about a week now. We are all adjusting in some way or another. It seems the smaller you are, the more adjusting you have to do. Cecilia is doing better everyday, but we have seen our fair share of tantrums and boundary pushing. On the plus side, she has started to initiate potty training again, but I'm not even about to take on that challenge right now. She loves her little sister, and wants to give her kisses whenever she can. This is so sweet, except for the fact that C has a nasty cough and runny noes right now.
Lilly is doing pretty well at home. She had her first doctors appointment on Monday, and checked out great. However, by Monday afternoon, she started throwing up after just about every meal. She did okay on Tuesday, but not great. I called my doc on Wednesday morning and explained what was going on, she had us come in to check her out. I took Lilly in, and my doc seemed to think that it was just reflux, but wanted to make sure she didn't have a blockage. So, on Thursday we headed down to the Children's Hospital for an ultrasound of her belly. It came back normal (thank goodness), but she is still throwing up. By Friday my doc had an Rx ordered for her to be put on Zantac. It isn't working very well, and I am trying to not get too frustrated by it. It is really hard on me though, because a mama should be able to feed her baby! It has also tripled our laundry. We're not talking just a little spit up here, its usually a full meal that comes back up :( Other than this minor issue, Lilly is doing her jobs of eat, sleep, and poop perfectly. She had her first bath on Monday (or was it Tuesday, I can't remember), and Cecilia "helped".
Lilly has taken a liking to the swing. She reminds me of Cecilia, and the strange positions I would find her in when she would fall asleep in the swing.
Us girls have been so lucky to have Jon home all week. He heads back to work on Monday, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little nervous. I just keep reminding myself that billions of other Mom's have hurdled this, and I can too. Jon has been a huge help with Cecilia, and making sure she has enough attention during this initial phase. And with all of the laundry. He has been taking advantage of snuggle time with Lilly when ever he can too.
As for the Mama, I'm adjusting too. I had a minor breakdown in my doc's office on Wednesday when I took Lilly in for the reflux issue. I was really trying not to think about the TIA incident during my labor. It kept creeping into my mind and it was really starting to freak me out. I talked to my doc (we see a family practice doc, so the girls and I all have the same doc), and she said that she reviewed the neurologists notes and she said that she would have diagnosed it as an occipital migraine and not a TIA. So, she actually called the neurologist and discussed my case with him. After some review, the neurologist agreed with my doc and changed his diagnoses to an occipital migraine. WHAT A RELIEF!!! I'm so glad that I had the care that I did, and that they did the tests to rule out anything more severe, but I am even happier that I don't have this big black cloud of a diagnoses hanging over me.
In other news, it has been cold and stormy all week. We desperately needed the moisture, but we could have done without the hail on Wednesday. It came in hard and fast, and within about 10 minutes the ground was covered with it. We are finally seeing some Colorado blue sky today, and I am looking forward to taking some walks to the park this week with my girls.
Lilly is doing pretty well at home. She had her first doctors appointment on Monday, and checked out great. However, by Monday afternoon, she started throwing up after just about every meal. She did okay on Tuesday, but not great. I called my doc on Wednesday morning and explained what was going on, she had us come in to check her out. I took Lilly in, and my doc seemed to think that it was just reflux, but wanted to make sure she didn't have a blockage. So, on Thursday we headed down to the Children's Hospital for an ultrasound of her belly. It came back normal (thank goodness), but she is still throwing up. By Friday my doc had an Rx ordered for her to be put on Zantac. It isn't working very well, and I am trying to not get too frustrated by it. It is really hard on me though, because a mama should be able to feed her baby! It has also tripled our laundry. We're not talking just a little spit up here, its usually a full meal that comes back up :( Other than this minor issue, Lilly is doing her jobs of eat, sleep, and poop perfectly. She had her first bath on Monday (or was it Tuesday, I can't remember), and Cecilia "helped".
Lilly has taken a liking to the swing. She reminds me of Cecilia, and the strange positions I would find her in when she would fall asleep in the swing.
Us girls have been so lucky to have Jon home all week. He heads back to work on Monday, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't just a little nervous. I just keep reminding myself that billions of other Mom's have hurdled this, and I can too. Jon has been a huge help with Cecilia, and making sure she has enough attention during this initial phase. And with all of the laundry. He has been taking advantage of snuggle time with Lilly when ever he can too.
As for the Mama, I'm adjusting too. I had a minor breakdown in my doc's office on Wednesday when I took Lilly in for the reflux issue. I was really trying not to think about the TIA incident during my labor. It kept creeping into my mind and it was really starting to freak me out. I talked to my doc (we see a family practice doc, so the girls and I all have the same doc), and she said that she reviewed the neurologists notes and she said that she would have diagnosed it as an occipital migraine and not a TIA. So, she actually called the neurologist and discussed my case with him. After some review, the neurologist agreed with my doc and changed his diagnoses to an occipital migraine. WHAT A RELIEF!!! I'm so glad that I had the care that I did, and that they did the tests to rule out anything more severe, but I am even happier that I don't have this big black cloud of a diagnoses hanging over me.
In other news, it has been cold and stormy all week. We desperately needed the moisture, but we could have done without the hail on Wednesday. It came in hard and fast, and within about 10 minutes the ground was covered with it. We are finally seeing some Colorado blue sky today, and I am looking forward to taking some walks to the park this week with my girls.
May 18, 2011
Mother's Day
(I know, this is beyond ridiculously late to be posting this, but oh well. At least its getting documented now.)
Mother's Day was a beautiful day. The weather was so nice and warm. My hugely pregnant self and Cecilia joined my parents and grandparents for Mass at my grandparents church and then we headed to my Uncle Dan's house for lunch. I had been contracting all day (go figure). This is the last photo taken of the 4 generations with just Cecilia.
My parents headed up the hill, an hour and a half away, to their house. Jon Cecilia and I decided to try and kick this labor thing into high gear and go for a walk. We walked about a half mile to a local park where Cecilia got to show Daddy her new trick of going down the slide by herself. On Friday, Mom and I took C to a different park and showed her how to go down the slide. She was so proud of herself. She must have gone down that slide 25+ times.
On the way home, my contractions were getting really intense. They were causing me to have to stop walking and breathe through them. When we got home, I tried to rest to see if they stopped, but they didn't, so we called my parents and grandparents. My parents had just got home (Murphy's law). I was sure this was the real deal. My parents drove back down the hill, and we eventually headed off to the hospital (again) around 9PM. My contractions were still strong, and if I had eaten any dinner it would have come up. I was so nauseous! When we arrived, my midwife checked me- no change since the prior Wednesday. I was so mad. She suggested that we try to rest, and get rechecked in a few hours to see if I had made any progress. I was so disappointed. I sent my mom and grandparents home. Jon and I waited it out to hear the news we knew we were going to get. by 11:30PM, there was still no change. My midwife sent us home with the clear instruction to rest. Stop walking, and rest! There will be nothing that I can do to induce this labor. When my body decides to go into labor, there will be nothing that I can do to intensify it, or slow it down. So we went home.
On Monday, Jon went to work, my parents and I went to the mall for a bit, and then Dad went home. My wonderful Mom decided to stay down. I was so happy that she stayed. It was so helpful to have her here for the three days before we went to the hospital for real. I was contracting that entire time, and her help with Cecilia was so needed and appreciated.
Mother's Day was a beautiful day. The weather was so nice and warm. My hugely pregnant self and Cecilia joined my parents and grandparents for Mass at my grandparents church and then we headed to my Uncle Dan's house for lunch. I had been contracting all day (go figure). This is the last photo taken of the 4 generations with just Cecilia.
My parents headed up the hill, an hour and a half away, to their house. Jon Cecilia and I decided to try and kick this labor thing into high gear and go for a walk. We walked about a half mile to a local park where Cecilia got to show Daddy her new trick of going down the slide by herself. On Friday, Mom and I took C to a different park and showed her how to go down the slide. She was so proud of herself. She must have gone down that slide 25+ times.
On the way home, my contractions were getting really intense. They were causing me to have to stop walking and breathe through them. When we got home, I tried to rest to see if they stopped, but they didn't, so we called my parents and grandparents. My parents had just got home (Murphy's law). I was sure this was the real deal. My parents drove back down the hill, and we eventually headed off to the hospital (again) around 9PM. My contractions were still strong, and if I had eaten any dinner it would have come up. I was so nauseous! When we arrived, my midwife checked me- no change since the prior Wednesday. I was so mad. She suggested that we try to rest, and get rechecked in a few hours to see if I had made any progress. I was so disappointed. I sent my mom and grandparents home. Jon and I waited it out to hear the news we knew we were going to get. by 11:30PM, there was still no change. My midwife sent us home with the clear instruction to rest. Stop walking, and rest! There will be nothing that I can do to induce this labor. When my body decides to go into labor, there will be nothing that I can do to intensify it, or slow it down. So we went home.On Monday, Jon went to work, my parents and I went to the mall for a bit, and then Dad went home. My wonderful Mom decided to stay down. I was so happy that she stayed. It was so helpful to have her here for the three days before we went to the hospital for real. I was contracting that entire time, and her help with Cecilia was so needed and appreciated.
May 16, 2011
Lillian Jeanne
I'd like to introduce you to Lillian Jeanne Fries. She made her grand entrance into this loving family at 1:06 AM on Friday, May 13, 2011. She weighed in at a hefty 8lbs. 7oz. and 20.75 inches long. 
It was a long and eventful labor. She definitely took her time getting here. After being kicked out of the hospital twice (I still need to blog the second time), we decided to start pitocin and get the show on the road. On Wednesday, I woke up to 10 minute apart contractions that continued all day and increased in intensity and got closer together. I didn't sleep at all on Wednesday night. By 3:30AM on Thursday, I knew it was time to go. I couldn't handle the contractions on my own any longer. My Mom, Jon, and I headed to the hospital for the third time. The nurse checked me, no change. I had been continually contracting now for 22 hours, and I was still the same as I was a week ago when we checked came to the hospital the first time. I was so frustrated! We walked for a few hours, with still no change. The nurse told me "you're not in labor". I wanted to deck her. I WAS in labor, thank-you-very-much! I had been in labor for over 24 hours now. Not to mention the contractions that I had been having for the past week!
We decided at this point that we should start pitocin. Obviously my body was not going to do this naturally in any kind of timely fashion. Pitocin was started at 9:45AM, and my water was broken at 2:45PM. As soon as my water was broken, my contractions increased ten fold. They were so intense. I was no longer able to work through a contraction and be able to relax enough between contractions to allow my body to do the work it needed to do. I remembered this from Cecilia's labor. I was checked again around 3:45 and was only at about a 6. Clearly this was going to be a long one. I requested an epidural around 4PM. Just a few minutes after my request, I lost vision in the bottom left quadrant of my left eye. My midwife did a series of neurological exams. I had no other symptoms. She called the OB doc in who recommended we consult a neurologist. About 20 minutes had passed and I stood up to go to the bathroom and my vision returned. Never the less, the neurologist came and I told him what I had experienced. He determined that I had what is called a TIA (transient ischemic attack), basically a mini stroke. He ordered an immediate MRI and Ultra Sound of my carotid artery.
I was not allowed to have an epidural until after these tests were done, and I was writhing in pain from my contractions now. They were about 2 minutes apart and lasting about 1.25 minutes. This meant that I only had about 45 seconds to a minute between contractions. It was all I could do not to cry, because I knew that crying would only make it worse. I was given a dose of fentanyl and then I had to move from my labor bed to a gurney, then the gurney to the hard MRI table. If you've ever had an MRI, you know you have to lay on a hard board flat on your back with your head strapped in and you can't move. This was horrible while in hard labor! They were able to get the scans they needed in about 7 minutes, and one of the orderly's came into the room and held my hand through some of my contractions. Even with the drugs, it was something I will never forget. Then I had to have the ultrasound done. It was no fun!
We got back to the L&D room and all I wanted was that epidural, but I was informed that I had to wait until my results were back. My mom, Jon, Ma, the nurses, and my midwife were all so supportive. They helped me through that time period, which felt like forever. I was in so much pain, and I was so exhausted at this point. The results came back and looked normal. There was no evidence of any stroke, which is common with a TIA. The anesthesiologist came in and my epidural was placed around 7PM. Only the left side of my body was numb from the epidural. At 8PM the anesthesiologist was called back. I told him that he better make it work, or I was only paying him half. He fixed it :) Finally, I was able to rest and let my body work. Due to my earlier excitement, my midwife wanted my body to labor-down as much as possible so that the pushing phase would not be too long or difficult. I was not a fan of this idea, because I knew delivery was not going to be an issue. But, it wasn't up to me. By about 12:55AM I couldn't resist the urge to push. By the time the midwife got set up and "allowed" me to start pushing, it was just about 1:00AM. At 1:06AM a new baby girl was born! It was so incredible, and an amazing reward after such a long and adventurous labor. So worth it.
Best of all, I had so many people in there to witness her birth. All three of my brothers happened to make it for her birth (the waited in the hall). Nick was able to get his truck fixed in time to get to the hospital. Patrick happened to be flying through Denver from Portland on his way to Kansas for his wife's graduation and missed his connecting flight, so my Uncle Dan was able to pick him up and get him to the hospital in time. And Petey decided last minute to drive in from Sterling. It was amazing to have the entire family there for such a momentous occasion. I was so tickled! I was also able to share the birth with my Godmother, Aunt Jenny, and my grandparents, Ma & Pa.
Lillian Jeanne is named after Ma. There are many Jeanne's in the family, but this honor goes to the amazing woman that is my grandmother. She is the glue that holds this family together. I love her so much, and I am so blessed to have her in my life and in my children's lives.
The following morning Cecilia got to meet her little sister for the first time. She was very cute about it. She just kept saying "baby" over and over again. She gave her a kiss on he forehead. It was all very sweet. Cecilia was mostly interested in all of the fun things in the room though. Who could blame her, this was uncharted territory with lots of cords to pull on, stethoscopes to play with and drawers to open.
Our time at the hospital was very restful. We had a fair amount of visitors, but not an overwhelming amount. My parents took Cecilia with them to Petey's graduation and then she stayed with my Aunt and Uncle's family for the weekend and played with her cousins. We were so lucky to see family and friends in the hospital to introduce them to Lilly.
Lilly's Grandad was one of our first visitors, and he brought the most amazing bouquet of lilies! One of these flowers is easily 10 inches across. Everyone that came in the room commented on them.
We had a little scare on Saturday afternoon. I noticed that Lilly was really shaky and asked that her glucose level be checked. We were warned when she was born that the bigger babies sometimes have a hard time managing their blood sugar and are prone to low glucose levels. She was in fact low, so she had to have a little formula to supplement the colostrum from me. Jon was happy to be able to feed her a bottle.
Mom and baby got a clean bill of health on Sunday morning and we headed home. Cecilia met us there shortly after we arrived, and she is adjusting to being a big sister.
It was a long and eventful labor. She definitely took her time getting here. After being kicked out of the hospital twice (I still need to blog the second time), we decided to start pitocin and get the show on the road. On Wednesday, I woke up to 10 minute apart contractions that continued all day and increased in intensity and got closer together. I didn't sleep at all on Wednesday night. By 3:30AM on Thursday, I knew it was time to go. I couldn't handle the contractions on my own any longer. My Mom, Jon, and I headed to the hospital for the third time. The nurse checked me, no change. I had been continually contracting now for 22 hours, and I was still the same as I was a week ago when we checked came to the hospital the first time. I was so frustrated! We walked for a few hours, with still no change. The nurse told me "you're not in labor". I wanted to deck her. I WAS in labor, thank-you-very-much! I had been in labor for over 24 hours now. Not to mention the contractions that I had been having for the past week!
We decided at this point that we should start pitocin. Obviously my body was not going to do this naturally in any kind of timely fashion. Pitocin was started at 9:45AM, and my water was broken at 2:45PM. As soon as my water was broken, my contractions increased ten fold. They were so intense. I was no longer able to work through a contraction and be able to relax enough between contractions to allow my body to do the work it needed to do. I remembered this from Cecilia's labor. I was checked again around 3:45 and was only at about a 6. Clearly this was going to be a long one. I requested an epidural around 4PM. Just a few minutes after my request, I lost vision in the bottom left quadrant of my left eye. My midwife did a series of neurological exams. I had no other symptoms. She called the OB doc in who recommended we consult a neurologist. About 20 minutes had passed and I stood up to go to the bathroom and my vision returned. Never the less, the neurologist came and I told him what I had experienced. He determined that I had what is called a TIA (transient ischemic attack), basically a mini stroke. He ordered an immediate MRI and Ultra Sound of my carotid artery.
I was not allowed to have an epidural until after these tests were done, and I was writhing in pain from my contractions now. They were about 2 minutes apart and lasting about 1.25 minutes. This meant that I only had about 45 seconds to a minute between contractions. It was all I could do not to cry, because I knew that crying would only make it worse. I was given a dose of fentanyl and then I had to move from my labor bed to a gurney, then the gurney to the hard MRI table. If you've ever had an MRI, you know you have to lay on a hard board flat on your back with your head strapped in and you can't move. This was horrible while in hard labor! They were able to get the scans they needed in about 7 minutes, and one of the orderly's came into the room and held my hand through some of my contractions. Even with the drugs, it was something I will never forget. Then I had to have the ultrasound done. It was no fun!
We got back to the L&D room and all I wanted was that epidural, but I was informed that I had to wait until my results were back. My mom, Jon, Ma, the nurses, and my midwife were all so supportive. They helped me through that time period, which felt like forever. I was in so much pain, and I was so exhausted at this point. The results came back and looked normal. There was no evidence of any stroke, which is common with a TIA. The anesthesiologist came in and my epidural was placed around 7PM. Only the left side of my body was numb from the epidural. At 8PM the anesthesiologist was called back. I told him that he better make it work, or I was only paying him half. He fixed it :) Finally, I was able to rest and let my body work. Due to my earlier excitement, my midwife wanted my body to labor-down as much as possible so that the pushing phase would not be too long or difficult. I was not a fan of this idea, because I knew delivery was not going to be an issue. But, it wasn't up to me. By about 12:55AM I couldn't resist the urge to push. By the time the midwife got set up and "allowed" me to start pushing, it was just about 1:00AM. At 1:06AM a new baby girl was born! It was so incredible, and an amazing reward after such a long and adventurous labor. So worth it.
Best of all, I had so many people in there to witness her birth. All three of my brothers happened to make it for her birth (the waited in the hall). Nick was able to get his truck fixed in time to get to the hospital. Patrick happened to be flying through Denver from Portland on his way to Kansas for his wife's graduation and missed his connecting flight, so my Uncle Dan was able to pick him up and get him to the hospital in time. And Petey decided last minute to drive in from Sterling. It was amazing to have the entire family there for such a momentous occasion. I was so tickled! I was also able to share the birth with my Godmother, Aunt Jenny, and my grandparents, Ma & Pa.
Lillian Jeanne is named after Ma. There are many Jeanne's in the family, but this honor goes to the amazing woman that is my grandmother. She is the glue that holds this family together. I love her so much, and I am so blessed to have her in my life and in my children's lives.
The following morning Cecilia got to meet her little sister for the first time. She was very cute about it. She just kept saying "baby" over and over again. She gave her a kiss on he forehead. It was all very sweet. Cecilia was mostly interested in all of the fun things in the room though. Who could blame her, this was uncharted territory with lots of cords to pull on, stethoscopes to play with and drawers to open.
Our time at the hospital was very restful. We had a fair amount of visitors, but not an overwhelming amount. My parents took Cecilia with them to Petey's graduation and then she stayed with my Aunt and Uncle's family for the weekend and played with her cousins. We were so lucky to see family and friends in the hospital to introduce them to Lilly.
Lilly's Grandad was one of our first visitors, and he brought the most amazing bouquet of lilies! One of these flowers is easily 10 inches across. Everyone that came in the room commented on them.
We had a little scare on Saturday afternoon. I noticed that Lilly was really shaky and asked that her glucose level be checked. We were warned when she was born that the bigger babies sometimes have a hard time managing their blood sugar and are prone to low glucose levels. She was in fact low, so she had to have a little formula to supplement the colostrum from me. Jon was happy to be able to feed her a bottle.
Mom and baby got a clean bill of health on Sunday morning and we headed home. Cecilia met us there shortly after we arrived, and she is adjusting to being a big sister.
May 07, 2011
You Know its Time When...
You know its time to have the baby when the woman coming out of the bank can only muster a "WHOA!!" while holding the door for you. Thanks, Lady! You sure do know how to make this already huge feeling pregnant lady feel extra special!
According to the averages from all of the baby bets, I should be having this baby in about an hour. I don't think that will happen. There are a whopping 45 people on the betting list. Here's what the totals/averages are:
According to the averages from all of the baby bets, I should be having this baby in about an hour. I don't think that will happen. There are a whopping 45 people on the betting list. Here's what the totals/averages are:
| Boy | 31 |
| Girl | 14 |
| Date | 5/7/2011 |
| Time | 2:05 PM |
| Weight | 7lbs. 3oz. |
May 05, 2011
Sent Home
On Tuesday, I had contractions every 20 minutes for most of the day. Yesterday, I woke up at 3AM with contractions every 15 minutes. I called my midwives office and was able to get in at 11AM to get checked. My mom came down the hill, and my grandma met me at the appointment to wrangle Cecilia. My midwife checked me. I was at a 2. She went ahead and stripped my membranes, but didn't think that it would be that successful. After lunch, Mom and I walked about 2 miles while Ma stayed with Cecilia. After her nap we took a trip to Costco, and while there, I noticed my contractions getting much closer together. I went from about 15 minutes apart to 4 minutes apart in just over 4 hours. Jon headed home, and we headed out to the hospital. Celebrating the fact that YES, I was in labor!
My contractions continued at the hospital. I got checked and was at a 3.5, 60% effaced, and baby was at a -2. PROGRESS! They admitted me. We walked the halls till 10:30ish. Then around 11 I got in the tub. It was very relaxing. Almost too relaxing. My contractions had not progressed, and even started slowing down. I got out of the tub at midnight, and my midwife suggested that I take it easy, and try to get some sleep if possible. I slept through most of my contractions, and was only woken once around 2:30. At 6 I woke up with a contraction, but that was one of the last ones I had for a while. They monitored me for about an hour from 6:30-7:30, and I maybe had 4 contractions during that time. My midwife came in and checked me. I was the same as when I was admitted. My MW said it would probably be best for us to head home and let things progress naturally. Especially since I didn't want to have my water broken and risk having to need to go on Pitocin.
So, we were home by 8 this morning. My parents, Cecilia, and I walked the mall this morning. Mom and I walked about 2 miles this afternoon, and then Jon and I walked around the lake this afternoon. I figure I've walked about 5 miles today. While Jon and I walked, my Mom played with Cecilia on the playground and they met some new animals. C was so cute with the geese. She kept calling them over, and patting her leg to try to get them to come to her.
Sweet Potato will arrive precisely when they mean to. I am not worried. After all, I am not in charge of this, I am merely along for the ride. Heck, I am the ride.
My contractions continued at the hospital. I got checked and was at a 3.5, 60% effaced, and baby was at a -2. PROGRESS! They admitted me. We walked the halls till 10:30ish. Then around 11 I got in the tub. It was very relaxing. Almost too relaxing. My contractions had not progressed, and even started slowing down. I got out of the tub at midnight, and my midwife suggested that I take it easy, and try to get some sleep if possible. I slept through most of my contractions, and was only woken once around 2:30. At 6 I woke up with a contraction, but that was one of the last ones I had for a while. They monitored me for about an hour from 6:30-7:30, and I maybe had 4 contractions during that time. My midwife came in and checked me. I was the same as when I was admitted. My MW said it would probably be best for us to head home and let things progress naturally. Especially since I didn't want to have my water broken and risk having to need to go on Pitocin.So, we were home by 8 this morning. My parents, Cecilia, and I walked the mall this morning. Mom and I walked about 2 miles this afternoon, and then Jon and I walked around the lake this afternoon. I figure I've walked about 5 miles today. While Jon and I walked, my Mom played with Cecilia on the playground and they met some new animals. C was so cute with the geese. She kept calling them over, and patting her leg to try to get them to come to her.
Sweet Potato will arrive precisely when they mean to. I am not worried. After all, I am not in charge of this, I am merely along for the ride. Heck, I am the ride.
May 01, 2011
Ready for Sweet Potato
We made it to May!! I was so anxious the last few weeks of April. I really wanted to make it to May before this baby arrived. April has not had a good history for Jon and I. There are several examples of this, and it could warrant several other blog posts, but I'll spare you. You'll just have to trust that we are very happy it's MAY! I'm really hoping this baby makes his/her appearance this week. I'll be good to go any time after about 5PM today. You see, I have a pedicure with my best friend at 4PM, and I've been looking forward to this for weeks. Besides, I want my toes to be pretty when my feet are hoisted up in the air to push this baby out :) I think I'll make it.
We are ready at home. The nursery has been reset to "newborn stage". The bassinet is ready to go in our room. The double stroller is ready for its maiden voyage. The car seat is in the car (although, not installed yet). The bag for the hospital is packed. I have two piles in the nursery to be brought for the baby, depending on if we have a boy or girl. And I am SO. DONE. being pregnant. Starting tomorrow, I will be walking, walking, walking. I'll be preparing spicy food. My kitchen floor needs a good cleaning, so I think I'll be on my hands and knees tackling that chore.
I'm anxious about the labor to come. I really hope and pray that this labor is 24 hours or less. That would be awesome! I can totally handle 24 hours. Cecilia was a 41 hour labor (or 63 hours, if you count from when my water broke). I figure this one has to go faster. Please say a prayer that this one goes faster. Thanks.
(If there are any last minute bets for the baby, let me know. I need gender, birth date, time, and weight.)
We are ready at home. The nursery has been reset to "newborn stage". The bassinet is ready to go in our room. The double stroller is ready for its maiden voyage. The car seat is in the car (although, not installed yet). The bag for the hospital is packed. I have two piles in the nursery to be brought for the baby, depending on if we have a boy or girl. And I am SO. DONE. being pregnant. Starting tomorrow, I will be walking, walking, walking. I'll be preparing spicy food. My kitchen floor needs a good cleaning, so I think I'll be on my hands and knees tackling that chore.
I'm anxious about the labor to come. I really hope and pray that this labor is 24 hours or less. That would be awesome! I can totally handle 24 hours. Cecilia was a 41 hour labor (or 63 hours, if you count from when my water broke). I figure this one has to go faster. Please say a prayer that this one goes faster. Thanks. (If there are any last minute bets for the baby, let me know. I need gender, birth date, time, and weight.)
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