Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sweet Baby
A friend of ours in the ward did some photos of Matthew for us... and boy are they cute! Here are a few:
Friday, December 17, 2010
10 Signs You're a New Mom
10. You sway to and fro constantly
9. 800mg motrin and a spray bottle temporarily replace your husband as your new best friend
8. You smell like poop and/or breastmilk and you're okay with it
7. Your laundry quadruples OVERNIGHT
6. Your shower average is 2x/week
5. You hear baby noises 24/7 (even if you're not around a baby)
4. Burps, poop, spit-up, and gaseous toots excite you
3. Garment tops become a force to be reckoned with
2. You hate your kid from 12am to 7am, but are smitten with love the remainder of the day
1. You wake up to this:
note: your baby might not be this cute.....
9. 800mg motrin and a spray bottle temporarily replace your husband as your new best friend
8. You smell like poop and/or breastmilk and you're okay with it
7. Your laundry quadruples OVERNIGHT
6. Your shower average is 2x/week
5. You hear baby noises 24/7 (even if you're not around a baby)
4. Burps, poop, spit-up, and gaseous toots excite you
3. Garment tops become a force to be reckoned with
2. You hate your kid from 12am to 7am, but are smitten with love the remainder of the day
1. You wake up to this:
note: your baby might not be this cute.....
Saturday, December 11, 2010
To the 9
Tuesday afternoon after my OB appt. I came home (excited!) and thought it might be a good idea to pack some things together in case I went into labor. I finished watching the little guy I babysit and Scott went to take a final (at the last minute) so he could be ready to go to the hospital if needed. When he came home I had thought of a list a mile long of the things that we still needed, so we headed to Wal-Mart and Target. (Thanks be to gift cards) After we walked around for 3.5hrs and my pain level was the same, I decided we should probably go home and sleep, or at least attempt to. Around 2am I woke up and thought maybe we should go to the hospital now. I woke up Scott and took a shower- he thought I was dumb to want to wash my hair before I gave birth (MEN! This proves they know nothing about women) After my shower I decided that I wanted to wait until the labor and delivery area opened at 5am, so we snoozed another 3 hours. At 6:30 I woke him up again and we headed out the door.
I was admitted at 7 and dialated to a 5. By noon, Scott was super bored and asked the nurses that came in if there was anyway to "speed things up". About 30 min later they came in to break my water (ummm... I thought I was in charge of the show....) I was still at a 5, but I could actually feel the contractions at this point. An hour later I was 6cm and had pain of a 3 on their scale (how are we supposed to know what a 10 on the scale feels like?? I told them I've never had my arm cut off so I wouldn't know) The REAL pain set in about 30 min later when I dialated to a 9. I literally thought I was going to DIE. (and now I can tell you what a 10 on the pain scale feels like....) I changed my mind about going natural at this point and asked for an epidural. Melissa Folks, my heroine, perhaps next time I'll be inducted into your club, but I could only tolerate the pain at 9cm for about half a millisecond before I was screaming for the anesthesiologist! An hour later, Matthew decided to join us.
When they were cleaning him up, Scott told me, "He's not that ugly...", to which the nurse who was cleaning Matthew looked stunned. (who says that about their own child?? WE DO.) After which followed,"yes, I'm pleasantly surprised." The nurse's jaw almost dropped to the floor. You see, I prepared myself for an ugly baby. In fact, I think most newborns are quite ugly- just a personal opinion that I share with REAL friends... But we got lucky and had a cute one sent to us. I think it's so I could love him at 3am when he's crying and poopy and not latching on and my hormones are going a little crazy..... and you get the idea.
I was admitted at 7 and dialated to a 5. By noon, Scott was super bored and asked the nurses that came in if there was anyway to "speed things up". About 30 min later they came in to break my water (ummm... I thought I was in charge of the show....) I was still at a 5, but I could actually feel the contractions at this point. An hour later I was 6cm and had pain of a 3 on their scale (how are we supposed to know what a 10 on the scale feels like?? I told them I've never had my arm cut off so I wouldn't know) The REAL pain set in about 30 min later when I dialated to a 9. I literally thought I was going to DIE. (and now I can tell you what a 10 on the pain scale feels like....) I changed my mind about going natural at this point and asked for an epidural. Melissa Folks, my heroine, perhaps next time I'll be inducted into your club, but I could only tolerate the pain at 9cm for about half a millisecond before I was screaming for the anesthesiologist! An hour later, Matthew decided to join us.
When they were cleaning him up, Scott told me, "He's not that ugly...", to which the nurse who was cleaning Matthew looked stunned. (who says that about their own child?? WE DO.) After which followed,"yes, I'm pleasantly surprised." The nurse's jaw almost dropped to the floor. You see, I prepared myself for an ugly baby. In fact, I think most newborns are quite ugly- just a personal opinion that I share with REAL friends... But we got lucky and had a cute one sent to us. I think it's so I could love him at 3am when he's crying and poopy and not latching on and my hormones are going a little crazy..... and you get the idea.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Progress
Just in case you were wondering, I still look like a balloon in the middle.
BUT, I got good news today at my Dr. appt. I'm at 4cm and my water could break anytime. She asked if I was having contractions and I told her they were regular at night but I was too lazy/asleep to time them, and that I hadn't noticed any during the day. "Do you have any pain?" "No, just some back pain, but other than that I feel fine." She was a little surprised that I wasn't more uncomfortable I guess? They almost admitted me right to the hospital from my check-up, but I told them what I was going to do, oh yes I did. I told them that I needed to go home and pack a bag and buy some stuff and put a carseat in the car and make dinner and that I would see them when my water broke because I live 10 min away. They said, "umm... okay".
Being stubborn has it's advantages sometimes...
Scott, on the other hand, decided it might be best to take his exam early afterall. He had about an hour to study (as opposed to 2 days) and left in a hurry. He also cancelled Scouts in the hopes that by the time his test was over I'd be able to go to the hospital. But then he asked if he could play a pick-up bball game at 9 if I wasn't in labor by then and promised to keep his phone volume at max level. What to do with him?
Stay tuned....
BUT, I got good news today at my Dr. appt. I'm at 4cm and my water could break anytime. She asked if I was having contractions and I told her they were regular at night but I was too lazy/asleep to time them, and that I hadn't noticed any during the day. "Do you have any pain?" "No, just some back pain, but other than that I feel fine." She was a little surprised that I wasn't more uncomfortable I guess? They almost admitted me right to the hospital from my check-up, but I told them what I was going to do, oh yes I did. I told them that I needed to go home and pack a bag and buy some stuff and put a carseat in the car and make dinner and that I would see them when my water broke because I live 10 min away. They said, "umm... okay".
Being stubborn has it's advantages sometimes...
Scott, on the other hand, decided it might be best to take his exam early afterall. He had about an hour to study (as opposed to 2 days) and left in a hurry. He also cancelled Scouts in the hopes that by the time his test was over I'd be able to go to the hospital. But then he asked if he could play a pick-up bball game at 9 if I wasn't in labor by then and promised to keep his phone volume at max level. What to do with him?
Stay tuned....
And the winner is....
Nadie.
No one.
Am I surprised? Not in the least. I should have prefaced the guessing game with something like, "if you can correctly think like Scott it'll be easy to get!". Of course, my Scott is one of a kind (unless you count the fact that he's the younger version of his father in almost every aspect...) and so I wasn't too shocked that no one knew what the "sculpture" was.
Are you ready?
It was our upside-down trash can. He compacted as many leaves as would fit into that thing!
Awesome right?
So glad he made me go outside and take pictures of it :)
I applaud all those who guessed and say you deserve a pat on the back and an honorable mention.
No one.
Am I surprised? Not in the least. I should have prefaced the guessing game with something like, "if you can correctly think like Scott it'll be easy to get!". Of course, my Scott is one of a kind (unless you count the fact that he's the younger version of his father in almost every aspect...) and so I wasn't too shocked that no one knew what the "sculpture" was.
Are you ready?
It was our upside-down trash can. He compacted as many leaves as would fit into that thing!
Awesome right?
So glad he made me go outside and take pictures of it :)
I applaud all those who guessed and say you deserve a pat on the back and an honorable mention.
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