1 week ago
10.29.2008
10.27.2008
Jordan got a bottle..
and I got a Bud Light.
This afternoon was a hard one. He woke up ate, ate and ate and would not go to sleep. He stayed awake for 5 hours, very cranky and I lost it. Sitting in his room, nursing and crying. Ugh - I told myself to be strong, I told myself not to over react but I guess it just had to happen. All I could think about were the things that I wanted to get done. I guess I must start thinking like a mom and putting my list on hold. Marc is at a meeting tonight as well and wont be home until about 9 or 10... I am sure this had something to do with my little out burst as well.
I feel better now that he is sleeping and I am putting some warm soup in my belly... also a cold beer. :) I just had to!
This afternoon was a hard one. He woke up ate, ate and ate and would not go to sleep. He stayed awake for 5 hours, very cranky and I lost it. Sitting in his room, nursing and crying. Ugh - I told myself to be strong, I told myself not to over react but I guess it just had to happen. All I could think about were the things that I wanted to get done. I guess I must start thinking like a mom and putting my list on hold. Marc is at a meeting tonight as well and wont be home until about 9 or 10... I am sure this had something to do with my little out burst as well.
I feel better now that he is sleeping and I am putting some warm soup in my belly... also a cold beer. :) I just had to!
10.26.2008
What have I learned the past week?
How to multi-task in a whole new way!
Marc thinks it is amazing that I can still do so much with a baby in my hand. So far I have accomplished the task of being able to read while I am nursing, I have already applied makeup with him on me, eaten meals and as of right now he is in my left arm sleeping on my shoulder... you should see how many spelling mistakes I have done! You just sort of adapt to this way. And if I didn't I would be going nuts from lack of freedom! In a few weeks I will probably try to keep him in my baby carrier and do household chores that way. I feel somewhat guilty for always having him sleep during the day so I can get stuff done. But really - isn't this what newborns do?
Eat.
Poop.
Sleep.
Repeat.
It's a hard life but someone has to do it!
Marc thinks it is amazing that I can still do so much with a baby in my hand. So far I have accomplished the task of being able to read while I am nursing, I have already applied makeup with him on me, eaten meals and as of right now he is in my left arm sleeping on my shoulder... you should see how many spelling mistakes I have done! You just sort of adapt to this way. And if I didn't I would be going nuts from lack of freedom! In a few weeks I will probably try to keep him in my baby carrier and do household chores that way. I feel somewhat guilty for always having him sleep during the day so I can get stuff done. But really - isn't this what newborns do?
Eat.
Poop.
Sleep.
Repeat.
It's a hard life but someone has to do it!
10.23.2008
I have to stop!
I post regularly on The Bump - it is a pregnancy forum site that I have been going to since my first tri-mester. Now that I am on the 0-6 month board, I tend to always read about couples that are having issues ever since their baby came. Either their husbands not doing anything, not helping with chores, feeling disconnected from each other, not enough love... I could go on. And every time I do I feel a little bit of anxiety build in me - I am fearful that this will happen to us.
Marc has been more than wonderful during my pregnancy! I never had a complaint about him and we seemed to work together like clockwork. I know that their is a possibility of me getting postpartum depression, although I have never been diagnosed with depression in the past, but it is very common. I also have fear and anxiety about this as well. I have been staying very in-tune with my feelings, my body and every little thought or action i seem to analyze. I have a feeling that this may bring it on as well, instead of me just "going with the flow".
Now more than ever I need Marc: to be my back bone and support structure when I am week, to hold my hand when I feel scared and to look at me in my eyes and tell me that he loves me. I don't want to be the A-typical relationship during this time period. I want us to shine!
But I also have to remember not to forget about his feelings as well. I need to still hug, kiss and love on him as if nothing has changed. I never want him to feel like he is not getting enough attention from me; although the lack of our sex life is defiantly playing mind games on me right now. *Just a few more weeks!*
There is so much love in our home right now but we have to make sure it gets evenly divided - maybe that is the key.
Marc has been more than wonderful during my pregnancy! I never had a complaint about him and we seemed to work together like clockwork. I know that their is a possibility of me getting postpartum depression, although I have never been diagnosed with depression in the past, but it is very common. I also have fear and anxiety about this as well. I have been staying very in-tune with my feelings, my body and every little thought or action i seem to analyze. I have a feeling that this may bring it on as well, instead of me just "going with the flow".
Now more than ever I need Marc: to be my back bone and support structure when I am week, to hold my hand when I feel scared and to look at me in my eyes and tell me that he loves me. I don't want to be the A-typical relationship during this time period. I want us to shine!
But I also have to remember not to forget about his feelings as well. I need to still hug, kiss and love on him as if nothing has changed. I never want him to feel like he is not getting enough attention from me; although the lack of our sex life is defiantly playing mind games on me right now. *Just a few more weeks!*
There is so much love in our home right now but we have to make sure it gets evenly divided - maybe that is the key.
10.22.2008
10.19.2008
The Story of Jordan's Birth
I went to my weekly doctors appointment that Tuesday morning. I was still only dilated at a 1CM and my cervix was very soft. Marc was very determined that I would progress that day, or so he was hoping.
I started having very dull cramps right after but nothing out of the ordinary; went along with my day like I always do. Around 7 PM they started to feel a little worse and I started to pay attention to the timing and intensity. I emailed my boss and put my out of office reply on... just in case.
Well they started to get worse and I was having pretty strong ones about 3 an hour, then 4 an hour. I went to go lay down and that is when they started to get worse, 10 minutes apart and stronger. I was having to breath through them now. Marc called the hospital, told them my timing and they said to come on in. We got our bags packed and left at 1 am. What a crazy car ride! We were both so nervous yet so excited!
Arriving at the hospital at 1:30 am made the past 9 months too real. The nurse hooked me up to the monitors but my contractions were not very strong and I was only at a 2 cm. She had me lay in different positions, bounce on a birthing ball and take walks around the halls. After 2 hours I was hooked back on the monitors and sure enough I was in early labor and they admitted me. Yay! We were a keeper!
My doctor came in at about 8:30, checked me and broke my water. I hadn't had my epidural admitted to me yet so I was a little scared since I knew my contractions would get stronger. And sure enough they did.
My epidural was put in at about 11:00 and I was ready for it. Let me say that was the strangest feeling I have ever felt! The pain wasn't that bad from the initial process but the feeling of something in your spine really skeeved me out. But after about 10 minutes I was in bliss and happy as a clam!
After about an hour I was already dilated to an 8! The nurses were very surprised and Marc and I were extremely happy! For the next 3 hours I was stuck at a 9 and they started a low dose of pitocin to get the final cm going. After 2 hours I was finally ready! At 5 PM my nurse wanted me to "practice pushing". Little did she know I didn't need much practice at all! Jordan was dropping fast and after 30 minutes he was right there; the doctor had yet to put his scrubs on and was still joking around at the nurses station. I had to hold back 2 contractions while we waited. As soon as he got in position I pushed for 30 seconds and I heard the most beautiful sound: a cry!
Even though I felt nothing, I was still a little out of breath so I just laid back, closed my eyes and tried to calm down and relax. I looked up and asked if it was a boy... this has been an ongoing joke in our house as we were still a little unsure that the ultra sound was wrong. My mom was crying and I saw Marc cut the umbilical cord over at their table then he came over, and we just held each other crying away. He told me how proud he was of me and what a wonderful job I did. I reassured him that I couldn't have done it with out him being there and staying strong. They cleaned Jordan off, brought him over and laid him on my chest. I was so overwhelmed and overjoyed - it was still so surreal!
I had a very easy labor with no complications of any kind. We feel very blessed and lucky!
The first night was tense. Jordan could not hold his temp and they had to keep taking him back to warm up under the lamps. Marc and I were both exhausted by the time morning came around. I was "trying" to breast feed but it was awkward and hurt like crazy. But they had me supplement formula as his jaundice levels were a little high and they told us that he needed to eat and poop it out. And of course being at the hospital is never a restful experience as nurse after nurse come in and check up every few hours.
The next day we were supposed to be able to go home at about 5:30. Jordan was able to keep his temp up on his own and breastfeeding was going a little better. They gave me a nipple shield as he was not having the easiest time latching on. I guess I have flat nipples: yay.
Jordan was all dressed and we were starting to put our bags together when I started to get the shakes and felt a little warm. I thought it was just nerves but I kept getting warmer and warmer. I asked the nurse to check my temp just to be safe. Indeed, I did have a temp.
Great - all I wanted to do was go home and here I go having a fever.
She had me take a shower just to get cleaned up a bit which felt great and was much needed! My shakes had gone away and she checked my temp again. This time it went up a degree from last time. I got so angry with myself and kept apologizing to Marc. He didn't understand why I was upset and told me that everything was going to be fine and that I needed to stay and get better. Obviously I had an infection somewhere.
They took a urine sample, which was NOT PLEASANT!, and I started antibiotics. Within an hour my fever had reduced almost back to normal. *Thank goodness!* We were still staying overnight but at least I was started to feel a bit better: still very sore but better.
That night was better. They only came in a few times to give me my medication and to do a quick check on Jordan. We were finally able to come home at noon. FINALLY!
I started having very dull cramps right after but nothing out of the ordinary; went along with my day like I always do. Around 7 PM they started to feel a little worse and I started to pay attention to the timing and intensity. I emailed my boss and put my out of office reply on... just in case.
Well they started to get worse and I was having pretty strong ones about 3 an hour, then 4 an hour. I went to go lay down and that is when they started to get worse, 10 minutes apart and stronger. I was having to breath through them now. Marc called the hospital, told them my timing and they said to come on in. We got our bags packed and left at 1 am. What a crazy car ride! We were both so nervous yet so excited!
Arriving at the hospital at 1:30 am made the past 9 months too real. The nurse hooked me up to the monitors but my contractions were not very strong and I was only at a 2 cm. She had me lay in different positions, bounce on a birthing ball and take walks around the halls. After 2 hours I was hooked back on the monitors and sure enough I was in early labor and they admitted me. Yay! We were a keeper!
My doctor came in at about 8:30, checked me and broke my water. I hadn't had my epidural admitted to me yet so I was a little scared since I knew my contractions would get stronger. And sure enough they did.
My epidural was put in at about 11:00 and I was ready for it. Let me say that was the strangest feeling I have ever felt! The pain wasn't that bad from the initial process but the feeling of something in your spine really skeeved me out. But after about 10 minutes I was in bliss and happy as a clam!
After about an hour I was already dilated to an 8! The nurses were very surprised and Marc and I were extremely happy! For the next 3 hours I was stuck at a 9 and they started a low dose of pitocin to get the final cm going. After 2 hours I was finally ready! At 5 PM my nurse wanted me to "practice pushing". Little did she know I didn't need much practice at all! Jordan was dropping fast and after 30 minutes he was right there; the doctor had yet to put his scrubs on and was still joking around at the nurses station. I had to hold back 2 contractions while we waited. As soon as he got in position I pushed for 30 seconds and I heard the most beautiful sound: a cry!
Even though I felt nothing, I was still a little out of breath so I just laid back, closed my eyes and tried to calm down and relax. I looked up and asked if it was a boy... this has been an ongoing joke in our house as we were still a little unsure that the ultra sound was wrong. My mom was crying and I saw Marc cut the umbilical cord over at their table then he came over, and we just held each other crying away. He told me how proud he was of me and what a wonderful job I did. I reassured him that I couldn't have done it with out him being there and staying strong. They cleaned Jordan off, brought him over and laid him on my chest. I was so overwhelmed and overjoyed - it was still so surreal!
I had a very easy labor with no complications of any kind. We feel very blessed and lucky!
The first night was tense. Jordan could not hold his temp and they had to keep taking him back to warm up under the lamps. Marc and I were both exhausted by the time morning came around. I was "trying" to breast feed but it was awkward and hurt like crazy. But they had me supplement formula as his jaundice levels were a little high and they told us that he needed to eat and poop it out. And of course being at the hospital is never a restful experience as nurse after nurse come in and check up every few hours.
The next day we were supposed to be able to go home at about 5:30. Jordan was able to keep his temp up on his own and breastfeeding was going a little better. They gave me a nipple shield as he was not having the easiest time latching on. I guess I have flat nipples: yay.
Jordan was all dressed and we were starting to put our bags together when I started to get the shakes and felt a little warm. I thought it was just nerves but I kept getting warmer and warmer. I asked the nurse to check my temp just to be safe. Indeed, I did have a temp.
Great - all I wanted to do was go home and here I go having a fever.
She had me take a shower just to get cleaned up a bit which felt great and was much needed! My shakes had gone away and she checked my temp again. This time it went up a degree from last time. I got so angry with myself and kept apologizing to Marc. He didn't understand why I was upset and told me that everything was going to be fine and that I needed to stay and get better. Obviously I had an infection somewhere.
They took a urine sample, which was NOT PLEASANT!, and I started antibiotics. Within an hour my fever had reduced almost back to normal. *Thank goodness!* We were still staying overnight but at least I was started to feel a bit better: still very sore but better.
That night was better. They only came in a few times to give me my medication and to do a quick check on Jordan. We were finally able to come home at noon. FINALLY!
10.18.2008
Baby Jordan is home!
On October 15th at 6:06 pm, Jordan Mitchell entered this world and filled our hearts with love!
He was 7 pounds 7 ounces, 18 inches long and perfect! I was in labor for 17 hours and only pushed for 40 minutes... I've got to admit, it wasn't as bad as I imagined. Maybe it was the epidural; probably.
He looks just like his pappa!
I will write more but I am typing one handed and I need to go grab a cup of coffee.
He was 7 pounds 7 ounces, 18 inches long and perfect! I was in labor for 17 hours and only pushed for 40 minutes... I've got to admit, it wasn't as bad as I imagined. Maybe it was the epidural; probably.
He looks just like his pappa!
I will write more but I am typing one handed and I need to go grab a cup of coffee.
10.13.2008
Happy 25th, momma!
Yup, turning 25 today!
Nothing special going on... in fact I totally forgot it was my birthday since we have been in baby mode the past few days.
I am drinking some wine tonight. Hopefully that will bring on labor!
Nothing special going on... in fact I totally forgot it was my birthday since we have been in baby mode the past few days.
I am drinking some wine tonight. Hopefully that will bring on labor!
10.11.2008
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