Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Last Thursday, I had my appointment. Things looked good, and I was at 2 cm, 50% effaced, and high. I was still predicting that I would go overdue.
Later that night, I was laying on the couch, and felt a couple of, um, little gushes. When I checked things out, there was a lot more fluid than should have been there, and I was about 110% sure I hadn't peed myself. I was having really mild contractions every six minutes or so, but no more leakage. So, I went to bed.
Friday morning, I had another gushing incident on the way to work, so I called my mom to find out how to tell if my water had broken. She told me it sounded like it had, and I needed to call the doctor. The doc's office wasn't open yet, so I continued on to work, where I had some stuff I needed to finish up before I went on leave.
At 9:00, my mom called to find out what the doc said, and I got yelled at for not having called yet. (In my defense, I had a whole set of jury interrogatories for a trial scheduled to start tomorrow - and that settled at the very end of the day today. A-holes - that wasn't done. And I had to organize my files and make sure everyone else would have my stuff covered while I was gone).
When my work stuff was finished, I called and talked to a nurse, who told me it sounded like my water had broken, and I needed to go to the hospital to get checked. I got to the hospital around 11:00, and it was pretty quickly determined that my water hadn't broken. And I still have no idea where the gushy fluids came from, but I still firmly maintain that it wasn't from my bladder.
My blood pressure, which had been fine this entire pregnancy, and was 124/64 at my Thursday appointment, had skyrocketed to 152/95. After running some labs, which were fine, my OB gave me the option of staying at the hospital and starting an induction, or going home and coming in to the office today to get the BP checked. B and I chatted by phone (I told him to stay at work until I told him he needed to leave...no need to waste his time off sitting in the hospital when I'm not even in labor), and we decided to stay and get me induced. Having the baby on a weekend would allow B some more time to spend with all of us without having to take extra time off. And everyone involved knew that my BP wasn't going to go down over the weekend, and I just would have been sent over to the hospital to be induced after my BP check.
* * *Warning: the gory stuff involving lady bits lies ahead* * *
So I was given cytotec (same stuff used to induce me with W) at 4:00. I was contracting some, but nothing too strong. I ended up getting all four doses of cytotec before anything really happened. I woke up from my ambien-induced coma around 3:00 or 3:30 Saturday morning and was having some nasty contractions, but was still only at about 2-3 cm. I decided it was time for the epidural. My nurse told me I would have to have some sort of cervical change before they would let me get an epi. I think she took pity on me and lied to say I was at 3-4 cm, and I got my epi. It was heavenly, of course.
My OB was called in for someone else, so she stopped in to see me around 5:00. I was still holding steady at 3-4. She broke my water at 5:30 or 6:00, and the party really got started. I went from 3 to 8 in half an hour. Before we knew that I'd been moving that quickly, the doc was starting to get concerned about the baby. She came in all ready to do an amnio infusion and give me a crapload of pitocin to try to get him out. His heart rate was decelerating a lot during the contractions, and I guess she was worried about cord compression and was considering an emergency c-section. Thankfully, when she saw how fast I was progressing, baby's distress made some sense, and she let me go.
About 15 minutes after that, I was ready to go. I pushed for 20 minutes, and baby R came into the world.
Now, while that all sounds lovely, I have to interject my subjective view of the last hour or so of labor here. It sucked. A LOT. Progressing that quickly is pretty tough on the body. I was shaking, on the verge of barfing, and just generally wanting to die. The epi worked wonderfully on the contractions, but did NOT work at all on dulling the *ahem* "pressure" in the pelvic area. It's like the epi went everywhere on my lower body except my pelvis. And it hurt. At one point, I think I was involuntarily pushing just to try to get the hurting to stop. The nurse had gone to get me a dose of zofran, and before she came back, I called down and told the nurse that I really needed to push. When everyone got to my room, my doc said she had been watching my contractions on the monitor and actually thought I had been throwing up the whole time they were gone. Apparently pushing and puking look the same on the monitor. Who knew.
The doc also laughed at me as I was desperately hitting my epi booster button right before pushing time. I think her exact words were, "You know that's not going to do shit for you, right?" And I knew. But I was trying anyway.
When the doc assumed the position, she realized that this baby wasn't going to take much pushing to get out, and was quickly trying to round up enough nurses to handle everything. Like I said, I pushed for 20 minutes, and then had a beautiful baby boy.
* * *End section involving lady bits.* * *
At 7:20 AM on Saturday, April 24, Baby R joined our family. He weighed in at 8 pounds, 5 ounces, and measured 20.5 inches long. B and I were both surprised that he weighed more than W did when he was born. I had figured all along that this one was going to be smaller. I got the shorter part right, but not the lighter part.
He's been a great baby so far. He tends to sleep for three or so hours between feedings, and has been eating like a champ. The only real problem has been that he has a "tight suck," which amounts to him chomping more than sucking. So The Crusher has been doing a number on my nips, but not nearly to the extent that his brother did. I'm pleasantly surprised at how well nursing is going so far. My milk hasn't come in all the way yet, but it's starting to. I hope this keeps up.
Now, for the pictures (which is all you really wanted anyway, right?):
Baby R, shortly after joining us. It's crazy how much he looks like his brother.
The grandmas brought W up to visit later on Saturday morning. He was surprisingly good with R. This picture is of W leaning over to give R a hug as soon as he climbed up on my lap. Cutest. Thing. EVER.
The happy family, ready to go home this morning. Notice the look of horror on R's face. He already knows enough to be scared of having us as parents. Smart kid.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
I got all warm and fuzzy when the love of my life told me that he thinks the decorating crap I'm trying to pull out of my ass just might work.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
- We prefer more traditional names.
- Nothing too trendy or too common, but also nothing too weird and out-there.
- Our last name starts with S, has two syllables, and rhymes with "blow."
- Middle name will (most likely) be David.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I've been thinking about a major haircut for a couple of weeks, but when the lovely Michelle did this with her hair, I was convinced that it's time.
I'm so freaking sick of my hair. I've had pretty much exactly the same hair cut - in varying lengths - for probably 13 or 14 years now. And I'm sick of it. But it seems like no matter what I do, it ends up looking exactly the same. Here's a picture from this weekend that gives you an idea of what it currently looks like (and also serves as the only belly picture from this pregnancy (35w 5d, if you must know)).
Excuse the stupid look on my face. I'm not the most photogenic person in the world.
So, any suggestions? I have no idea what to do. I need someone else to tell me what would look good on me because I lack the girl gene that gives most females the ability to do hair, make-up, nails, etc. For example, I'm 27-years-old, and I still can't quite properly put my hair in a ponytail. True story.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
But, then again, there are multiple times a day that I have random thoughts I'd like to turn into blog posts, but they're either too short and stupid to bother with, or they're gone by the time I'm able to blog.
Twitter would alleviate that problem. I could publish my inane thoughts to the world the minute they popped into my brain. Plus, all the for-profit bloggers who do contests make you tweet stuff for extra entries. As one of the unluckiest people in the world, I could use all the extra entries I can get.
In the end, "twitter = stupid" is currently a more convincing equation than "twitter = convenient way to spout my randomness." So, for now, I figure I'll spare you all the minute-by-minute updates of my boring life and stupid thoughts.