It's sorta like a pet. One I've neglected the past YEAR. But ya know what? It didn't die, did it! Ha!
It is the 2 year anniversary of the day I went into labor with Owen and I have such awesome, wonderful and horrible memories from this day/night that it brings tears to my eyes.
First the wonderful: No c-section, Yeah!!, new healthy baby who is one of the most beautiful creatures on earth, Yeah!!, achieving a goal, Yeah!!, winning my husbands admiration and respect, Yeah!!, growing a whole new heart to hold the love for my little Owen in, Yeah!!
Next, the horrible: labor, boo hiss!, labor, boo hiss! labor....you get my drift? :)
It's such an interesting time gauge right now for me. When I look at Owen I keep thinking about how I brought a brand new baby home when Carter was this age. It's so crazy because I remember expecting so much out of him when he was just 2 years old. I thought of him as older in some way or more capable of understanding what was going on and how he was to deal with it emotionall. Coockoo! I look at Owen right now and I think "He's just a baby!!" and it's true! The poor first child is our experimental child. We poor everything into them and expect so much back. Not until we have the 2nd are we almost sane people who then see how silly we've been.
THAT, is the closest I will come to admit to being a bit wacky about my first child. Haha, love it!
Will I blog regularily? Hell no. I have no idea what I will do or when I will have time or what mood strikes me. Will I make false promises? No. It is what it is. We'll see.
and in conclusion....
Happy Birthday Eve to my sweet-cheeked, funny, goofy, shy, cuddly, muncheechee, Owen.
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Owen, OwieBo, Owbo, Bo, Baby Bee, Stinker Pie
All about the "O".
We are getting ready for the milestone marker of turning ONE YEAR OLD. The day he can officially (according to the APA, the FDA and maybe even the PTA) have a piece of cake with frosting, honey, cows milk, and maybe even a sucker. All of the things that are magically okay as soon as we put a silly, pointy hat on him, sing obnoxiously loud while lighting a pastry on fire and putting it within arms reach. An arbitrary milestone that makes him not a "baby" anymore but a toddler......sort of.
Yikes.
Anyway, I very rarely get a chance to write about my sweet little man, so here goes....
Owen has this long wispy red hair that curls up when it's humid, otherwise it's just all-over, crazy. He has the funniest little smile and he lets you see it quite a bit. I've never seen such a happy baby! When he does get mad he has a ferocious, albeit shortlived, temper. If he gets a booboo he will cry but he's more angry about it than anything. I struggle not too laugh when he throws his little fits because I think they are so cute, especially when he gets his feelings hurt when his big brother takes a toy he was playing with or hip-checks him away from the play kitchen. What am I going to do with these boys? I think I may be the official referee from here on out. ugh.
He's a good sleeper even though I think we may be losing the afternoon nap altogether too soon. Sigh. I really needed that break....oh well.
When I put him down in his crib he grabs his blankie and puts it up to the side of his face and mouth and does this tongue-lip-suckle thing against it. Sometimes I catch him just holding it up to his face and smelling it. Hilarious. I'm not sure why he became so attached to this blankie but it's very airy and light so that's a relief for me! It was a babyshower gift when I was pregnant with Carter but he never took to a lovey or anything and so it was only a boring blanket until Owen was born and adopted it as his very own night-night, or bankie.
Last Friday (September 18th) must be remembered as the day Owen took his First Step. On step #2 he fell back and sat on his butt. He's gonna be toddling after his brother in no time, now. Man! He is fast though with his little one-legged-butt-knee-scoot-thing he does. But he wants to play like the big kids soooo much. I feel for him.
There are so many differences between my boys and I will always compare them, I think, but in a good way. I like seeing their differences and similarities. I love watching each of their unique personalities develop. Such a joy!
So, Owen says Da-Da a lot and holds up his arms to be picked up whenever he sees Kevin, can play cars and says "vroooom" while he's pushing them, says "Ahhll duuuhn" when he's finished, says "uuh- ohh" with his hands splayed outward in the air after he chucks his sippy cup on the floor, looooves loves loves his big brother and cries woefully when he can't do what Carter is doing (or if Carter kicks, hits or tackles him), gets into everything, loves playing peek-a-boo, only needs to be shown how to do something once and he's got it, eats like a lumberjack (especially scrambled eggs, peas or bananas), is learning how to "mow" the lawn with the toy mower, laughs hysterically when he gets tickled and is basically the best, most entertaining baby ever. :)
So now I feel better. It's been bothering me that I haven't written much about my little guy on here. Phew. Maybe now I can go back to whining about my health. ;)
We are getting ready for the milestone marker of turning ONE YEAR OLD. The day he can officially (according to the APA, the FDA and maybe even the PTA) have a piece of cake with frosting, honey, cows milk, and maybe even a sucker. All of the things that are magically okay as soon as we put a silly, pointy hat on him, sing obnoxiously loud while lighting a pastry on fire and putting it within arms reach. An arbitrary milestone that makes him not a "baby" anymore but a toddler......sort of.
Yikes.
Anyway, I very rarely get a chance to write about my sweet little man, so here goes....
Owen has this long wispy red hair that curls up when it's humid, otherwise it's just all-over, crazy. He has the funniest little smile and he lets you see it quite a bit. I've never seen such a happy baby! When he does get mad he has a ferocious, albeit shortlived, temper. If he gets a booboo he will cry but he's more angry about it than anything. I struggle not too laugh when he throws his little fits because I think they are so cute, especially when he gets his feelings hurt when his big brother takes a toy he was playing with or hip-checks him away from the play kitchen. What am I going to do with these boys? I think I may be the official referee from here on out. ugh.
He's a good sleeper even though I think we may be losing the afternoon nap altogether too soon. Sigh. I really needed that break....oh well.
When I put him down in his crib he grabs his blankie and puts it up to the side of his face and mouth and does this tongue-lip-suckle thing against it. Sometimes I catch him just holding it up to his face and smelling it. Hilarious. I'm not sure why he became so attached to this blankie but it's very airy and light so that's a relief for me! It was a babyshower gift when I was pregnant with Carter but he never took to a lovey or anything and so it was only a boring blanket until Owen was born and adopted it as his very own night-night, or bankie.
Last Friday (September 18th) must be remembered as the day Owen took his First Step. On step #2 he fell back and sat on his butt. He's gonna be toddling after his brother in no time, now. Man! He is fast though with his little one-legged-butt-knee-scoot-thing he does. But he wants to play like the big kids soooo much. I feel for him.
There are so many differences between my boys and I will always compare them, I think, but in a good way. I like seeing their differences and similarities. I love watching each of their unique personalities develop. Such a joy!
So, Owen says Da-Da a lot and holds up his arms to be picked up whenever he sees Kevin, can play cars and says "vroooom" while he's pushing them, says "Ahhll duuuhn" when he's finished, says "uuh- ohh" with his hands splayed outward in the air after he chucks his sippy cup on the floor, looooves loves loves his big brother and cries woefully when he can't do what Carter is doing (or if Carter kicks, hits or tackles him), gets into everything, loves playing peek-a-boo, only needs to be shown how to do something once and he's got it, eats like a lumberjack (especially scrambled eggs, peas or bananas), is learning how to "mow" the lawn with the toy mower, laughs hysterically when he gets tickled and is basically the best, most entertaining baby ever. :)
So now I feel better. It's been bothering me that I haven't written much about my little guy on here. Phew. Maybe now I can go back to whining about my health. ;)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Birthday festivities
I know I planned on it but we didn't really vacuum because we wanted to..... It was an accident.
You know that cupboard that you never go into that has all of your wine glasses that you got for your wedding that you never use anymore because if you have any vino you opt for a short, squat juice glass? This happens mostly because life these days is no longer an elegant sip from the rim of a delicate glass bowl but more of a lippy guzzle from the thick, cheap edges of machined blue glass. Ha. (Also, our toddler must never ever be around these top-heavy hazards.)
Anyway, after a wonderful birthday day where we went to the zoo (with new stroller glistening in the sunlight), went and got a free birthday car wash :), had family over for a visit, and I made an extraordinary crockpot concoction (mmmmm, see recipe below), we had some mommy/daddy time.
As we are chatting and putting the dishes away Kevin reaches up to open the infamous cupboard door, for god only knows what reason; I forgot to ask. In slow motion the shattering began; even before the door was fully open and before the first glass even touched the ground. The sound of a train barreling through a thousand glass window panes is the only way I can describe the noise.
We just stood there, dumbfounded, with our eyes scrunched up while glass rained down and shot around the kitchen like shrapnel. Awww well. I think I may have dropped the F-Bomb to break the shocked silence. Appropriate, I think in this case.
Amazingly both children slept through it and the following Haz Mat clean-up. Good grief. I felt like an FBI agent collecting minute samples at a crime scene. Splinters of glass were freakin' everywhere, people! You know when you have kids that it is imperative that you get every damn piece, right? Or else you risk the glass-in-the-foot scream and the hold-him-down-while-I-get-the-tweezers game.
Somehow after all that I went to sleep and I did not---I repeat, I did not--- have an anxiety attack or insomnia. Yeah! First time in almost 3 weeks! It was a birthday present to myself, from my subconscious, I guess.
Musing.....you know this is the first birthday that I did not blow out any candles on a cake. Weird. We just didn't get around to doing anything typically birthday-ish.
My weekend was lovely and I don't want it to end. Today I put a roast in the crockpot in the early a.m., visited with family again and left Carter at home for a while so me, the hubband and babes could go shopping and spend one of my giftcards. :) He had to keep reminding me to slow down and take my time because I am used to being on high-speed at a store. I usually only have a limited amount of time before Mt. Cartersuvius blows and buries us all in his liquid hot tears so I'm not used to ....taking...it.....sloooooow.
I tried on a bunch of crap, made unhappy girlie noises about my body shape and the problems of clingy fabric, and finally decided a two new things. I never shop for clothes for myself. This is kinda major.
What a good weekend. *sigh* Oh. Except for the fact that my little brother got car jacked at gunpoint on Friday.....that wasn't so great. Effing Detroit. I miss it but only because it's my Home. However, it's a really shitty place to be sometimes and now I remember why I wanted to move away. Crime and winter. Thank All that is right and good in this world that he is okay.
Here is yummy crockpot recipe that takes 5 minutes to put together:
Bluberry Crumble Cake
1 21oz can blueberry pie filling
1/2 cup butter
box of yellow cake mix
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
Place pie filling in crockpot. Combine dry mix and melted butter, sprinkle over filling. Sprinkle walnuts on top of that. Cover and cook on low 2-2 1/2 hours. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream (or whipped cream).
You know that cupboard that you never go into that has all of your wine glasses that you got for your wedding that you never use anymore because if you have any vino you opt for a short, squat juice glass? This happens mostly because life these days is no longer an elegant sip from the rim of a delicate glass bowl but more of a lippy guzzle from the thick, cheap edges of machined blue glass. Ha. (Also, our toddler must never ever be around these top-heavy hazards.)
Anyway, after a wonderful birthday day where we went to the zoo (with new stroller glistening in the sunlight), went and got a free birthday car wash :), had family over for a visit, and I made an extraordinary crockpot concoction (mmmmm, see recipe below), we had some mommy/daddy time.
As we are chatting and putting the dishes away Kevin reaches up to open the infamous cupboard door, for god only knows what reason; I forgot to ask. In slow motion the shattering began; even before the door was fully open and before the first glass even touched the ground. The sound of a train barreling through a thousand glass window panes is the only way I can describe the noise.
We just stood there, dumbfounded, with our eyes scrunched up while glass rained down and shot around the kitchen like shrapnel. Awww well. I think I may have dropped the F-Bomb to break the shocked silence. Appropriate, I think in this case.
Amazingly both children slept through it and the following Haz Mat clean-up. Good grief. I felt like an FBI agent collecting minute samples at a crime scene. Splinters of glass were freakin' everywhere, people! You know when you have kids that it is imperative that you get every damn piece, right? Or else you risk the glass-in-the-foot scream and the hold-him-down-while-I-get-the-tweezers game.
Somehow after all that I went to sleep and I did not---I repeat, I did not--- have an anxiety attack or insomnia. Yeah! First time in almost 3 weeks! It was a birthday present to myself, from my subconscious, I guess.
Musing.....you know this is the first birthday that I did not blow out any candles on a cake. Weird. We just didn't get around to doing anything typically birthday-ish.
My weekend was lovely and I don't want it to end. Today I put a roast in the crockpot in the early a.m., visited with family again and left Carter at home for a while so me, the hubband and babes could go shopping and spend one of my giftcards. :) He had to keep reminding me to slow down and take my time because I am used to being on high-speed at a store. I usually only have a limited amount of time before Mt. Cartersuvius blows and buries us all in his liquid hot tears so I'm not used to ....taking...it.....sloooooow.
I tried on a bunch of crap, made unhappy girlie noises about my body shape and the problems of clingy fabric, and finally decided a two new things. I never shop for clothes for myself. This is kinda major.
What a good weekend. *sigh* Oh. Except for the fact that my little brother got car jacked at gunpoint on Friday.....that wasn't so great. Effing Detroit. I miss it but only because it's my Home. However, it's a really shitty place to be sometimes and now I remember why I wanted to move away. Crime and winter. Thank All that is right and good in this world that he is okay.
Here is yummy crockpot recipe that takes 5 minutes to put together:
Bluberry Crumble Cake
1 21oz can blueberry pie filling
1/2 cup butter
box of yellow cake mix
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
Place pie filling in crockpot. Combine dry mix and melted butter, sprinkle over filling. Sprinkle walnuts on top of that. Cover and cook on low 2-2 1/2 hours. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream (or whipped cream).
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Happy Birthday to da Momma
I know I've blogged about it but I really have to mention again how demented and irritating it has been trying to order my Sit & Stand stroller. However, lucky #4 arrived yesterday and Halle-freakin-lujah! It arrived whole, intact and much nicer than the other model. Yeah! It's fitting that it is basically a birthday present and it arrived just in time. Haha :) I'm such a loser.
To welcome in my 32nd year my littlest munchkin slept for 10 hours last night, my oldest munchkin slept in his toddler bed all night long and my husband got to sleep with da momma. They (mostly just Kevin) then sang Happy Birthday to me at 7:20 a.m. After the serenade Carter dashed out of bed with a determined look on his face. Kevin and I looked at each other and shrugged. He soon came running back full-speed and threw himself back into the big bed, smiling proudly. In his hand was a bag of salted rice cakes. He brought me "Beckfist". Awwwww, how adorable is my son? Breakfast in bed served to me by the sweetest 2 1/2 year old on the planet. What more could I ask for on my birthday?
Anyway, we don't really have any big plans today. Um, laundry needs to be put away, I have to vacuum......Wow, exciting.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes, everyone! It warms this old hag's heart. :)
To welcome in my 32nd year my littlest munchkin slept for 10 hours last night, my oldest munchkin slept in his toddler bed all night long and my husband got to sleep with da momma. They (mostly just Kevin) then sang Happy Birthday to me at 7:20 a.m. After the serenade Carter dashed out of bed with a determined look on his face. Kevin and I looked at each other and shrugged. He soon came running back full-speed and threw himself back into the big bed, smiling proudly. In his hand was a bag of salted rice cakes. He brought me "Beckfist". Awwwww, how adorable is my son? Breakfast in bed served to me by the sweetest 2 1/2 year old on the planet. What more could I ask for on my birthday?
Anyway, we don't really have any big plans today. Um, laundry needs to be put away, I have to vacuum......Wow, exciting.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes, everyone! It warms this old hag's heart. :)
Monday, February 2, 2009
Welcome February and all the joy therein
I guess I'll be around for a while, people....we think. According to my doctor, I probably won't die. Gee, thanks for the upbeat neutrality, doc. Way to walk the line. Then to follow up with a heavenly message (completely normal, right?), he proceeded to Witness to me. Only in the South would I ever discuss Faith with a medical doctor.
I momentarily had to do a self check to make sure I didn't stamp my forehead with Heathen before I left the house that day. Do I exude a pagan smell? Do I not know the secret handshake?I'm sure he wouldn't have told a good Southern Baptist girl that she needed to find her faith and pray. *shrug*
Well, the last two evenings I haven't had any mini attacks or major problems going to sleep. I've almost felt halfway normal. Knock on wood but I just want to get through this, mentally unscathed.
Thanks for all the calls and emails, family and friends! I thought that maybe I was on suicide watch or something from the amount of times my phone rang this last week or so. Haha. I love you all and I appreciate your fervently held beliefs that I am not a crazy loony person.
Anyway, as I enter my birthday week I've decided to examine the post partum body. Ahem. Yes, it is a must because I am still not fitting into any clothes below the waist. I really couldn't understand it at first considering that I am not that far off from my previous weight (before baby). So now I must have a meeting with the foreman of the weight distribution department and ask him why he is not going by the original blueprints. Have they been misplaced? Do I need to hire another architect?
Ah, I wish it were that easy. I will begin running or something next week to see if I can shift this gravitational pull of all things fatty in the northward direction. I expect to post hot body pics within the month. (<--- self delusion)
Yesterday, we all went up to the park and Carter Kaneival rode his bike around the track for well over a mile (he only landed on his face once; pretty good for 2 1/2). I kept up but I was basically jogging or speed walking the whole time and I am sore! Something must be done people! This is ridiculous. I suppose chasing a toddler around your den or bending to pick up toys doesn't exactly count as high impact aerobics, huh?
Well, here's to a healthy start to my 32nd year. Happy Birthday this month to Me! As well as my nephew Eric and sister Maggie and to numerous friends and acquaintances. Gotta love us Aquarians! We even have a song written about us. ;)
Now that I'm firmly established in my 30's I can see the Love/Hate relationship I had with my 20's. I can say that I kinda miss that girl with her somewhat irresponsible & flighty ways, her travels & adventures and her shoe shopping obsessions. Ahhh, but I think I like me better now. Change is good and your 30's are made for being a grown-up. Well, for most of us, that is. :)
I momentarily had to do a self check to make sure I didn't stamp my forehead with Heathen before I left the house that day. Do I exude a pagan smell? Do I not know the secret handshake?I'm sure he wouldn't have told a good Southern Baptist girl that she needed to find her faith and pray. *shrug*
Well, the last two evenings I haven't had any mini attacks or major problems going to sleep. I've almost felt halfway normal. Knock on wood but I just want to get through this, mentally unscathed.
Thanks for all the calls and emails, family and friends! I thought that maybe I was on suicide watch or something from the amount of times my phone rang this last week or so. Haha. I love you all and I appreciate your fervently held beliefs that I am not a crazy loony person.
Anyway, as I enter my birthday week I've decided to examine the post partum body. Ahem. Yes, it is a must because I am still not fitting into any clothes below the waist. I really couldn't understand it at first considering that I am not that far off from my previous weight (before baby). So now I must have a meeting with the foreman of the weight distribution department and ask him why he is not going by the original blueprints. Have they been misplaced? Do I need to hire another architect?
Ah, I wish it were that easy. I will begin running or something next week to see if I can shift this gravitational pull of all things fatty in the northward direction. I expect to post hot body pics within the month. (<--- self delusion)
Yesterday, we all went up to the park and Carter Kaneival rode his bike around the track for well over a mile (he only landed on his face once; pretty good for 2 1/2). I kept up but I was basically jogging or speed walking the whole time and I am sore! Something must be done people! This is ridiculous. I suppose chasing a toddler around your den or bending to pick up toys doesn't exactly count as high impact aerobics, huh?
Well, here's to a healthy start to my 32nd year. Happy Birthday this month to Me! As well as my nephew Eric and sister Maggie and to numerous friends and acquaintances. Gotta love us Aquarians! We even have a song written about us. ;)
Now that I'm firmly established in my 30's I can see the Love/Hate relationship I had with my 20's. I can say that I kinda miss that girl with her somewhat irresponsible & flighty ways, her travels & adventures and her shoe shopping obsessions. Ahhh, but I think I like me better now. Change is good and your 30's are made for being a grown-up. Well, for most of us, that is. :)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The Story of Owen's Birth
Disclaimer: The following is as much detail that I can remember of my labor and delivery so if it is "too much information"....well, just don't read it. :) I want to remember this. It's important to me. Oh and this is gonna be long. I have almost 20 hours to account for, here. All very busy.
As we laid down in bed and said our goodnights it occured to me that we wouldn't be having a September baby like we originally thought. In fact, both of the boys were due in September but Carter came in August and Owen was obviously going to come in October, since it was 11pm Sept 30th already. Oh well.
I had been feeling generally crappy all day and my back was hurting and not an hour earlier I was IM'ing my doula and telling her that I was a "walking crabass" and that "I didn't expect labor any day soon". Haha.
Well, I had just dozed off when the first contraction hit.....hard. Owww. Wtf? It was sharp and low-frontal. Not at all what the internet or any book says "Real" labor contractions feel like. (makes me wonder if I had some issues from previous cesarean...scar tissue? I dunno) In fact what I was experiencing sounded an awful alot like "False" labor. Who the hell knows why.
They started at about 8-10 minutes apart and I was unable to sleep through any of them. Hurt like the dickens. Very soon (within 1 hour) they were consistently every 5-6 minutes. This is when I move to the couch because I can't keep quiet or keep still. My darling husband says "Are you in labor?" and "Try to sleep". I say " I have no freakin idea" and "Yeah right".
At around 4:50 am I text my doula "FYI: I’m gonna lose my mind. Contractions 5 min apart since 12, very very painful. No sleep yet 2night. They were more like 8-10 earlier. Some still fluxuate. But they are all lower pelvic ones. ‘Real’ or not? Internet says not…"
She responded right away (I love this woman) and thought I should try a warm shower and just resting....thinking it was probably labor but the pain (kinda like someone carving out innards with a spoon while stabbing me in the gut) and location (cervical) sounded odd. So I took a shower and felt a wee bit better......for a minute. At around 6am I dragged husband out of bed and said I can't do this by myself anymore, "I need you". This is all very boring. Me moaning and doing this low throat hum thing through each one, watching t.v. and talking about whether or not this was labor. Can you believe I still wasn't sure?
So at around 8:30 am I'm talking on the phone with my sister. I hang up, stand up from the couch and I feel "POP" in my abdomen and then a spreading warmth. I freaked the f*&^ out.
This is me: "Oh my god. Uterine rupture! Get Carter. Drive. Drive now." (small explanation here: I had read that a uterine rupture is accompanied by an almost audible "pop")
So I'm standing there trying to figure out what the hell just happened, Kevin takes towel he has had slung around his neck this whole time and whips it under me. I don't have any pain like a rupture would have so I'm just standing there as my water is breaking over a towel. Very odd feeling. It's all clear so I'm starting to relax slightly. Still kinda freaked though. I call Amy, my doula, and she says she will be over shortly and to try to stay relaxed.
Strangely enough, after my water breaks my contractions start improving. I thought it was supposed to work the other way....I am totally backwards.
Amy comes over and Kevin calls his Dad (who just happens to be working a job in Hattiesburg that day...weird) to come and sit with Carter. Good timing Baby!
The contractions are now more manageable and I move to the couch in the living room where we checked the baby's heart tones. I pretty much stayed in there the rest of the time. I tried different positions (wall, birth ball, couch, all fours, kevin support) but I just liked sitting on the loveseat and bracing my arms during each one. I dunno why.
They are now coming every 3-4 minutes and I'm kinda thinking I wanna go to the hospital now. So around noon we head up there. Ugh. Traveling during labor sucks. It's a good thing we only live 5 minutes away. :)
They check me at 12:30 and I am 1 cm dilated and 100 % effaced. I'm like "You've got to be kidding me!" How the hell have I labored 13 hours and only gotten to 1 cm. Oh crap.
They contractions are strong and at 1:45 pm they check me again and I am a whopping 2 cm. Oh My Freaking Lord! Get on with it! This is totally disheartening. The only thing that was keeping me going was the fact that I knew it would be harder for me to dilate in the early part because of cervical scarring and that once I got to 3-4 it would speed up. Everyone told me this but I was still a wee bit bummed considering I felt like I was working very very hard and should have been approaching transition, or something. Good grief.
They officially admitted me anyway because they thought I was having pretty good contractions from what the monitor reported. Uh duh. I could have told them that. Or moaned it in agony :).
I start trying different positions but the best position seemed to be seated on the side of the bed (which worked well since I was hooked up to the monitor constantly being a VBAC) and then a little bit later the bed turned into a chair kinda and that was my fave. I really needed to brace my arms during each contraction and the rails seemed to be my lifeline.
At 3:45 my contractions are hard double-peak ones every 2-3 minutes. The check me again at 4 pm and I am at 5 cm and I also got the green light to get off the monitors for a hot shower. Yeah me!!! I got about 20 minutes of free time in there but I think the shower and me being dilated to 5 cm speeded things up because I was all of a sudden not having a good time in the warm water. The doc (O'Neal) comes in and checks out the situation. I like this guy and I'm glad he will be there all night for the delivery.
I am flippin' out by this point. I hate to say it but I was doing the whole "I can't do this!" and "I wanna go home!" labor-rant. Apparently the nurses were impressed that I was handling the very strong double-peak contractions. However, I felt like I was losing my mind. Everyone said how calm I looked throughout. I even have pictures and yes, I do look calm but very, very serious.
At 5:45 pm I was feeling very "pushy" as Amy says. I mean my body was already pushing down and I couldn't stop it. This made me panicky because I knew I didn't want to push against a cervix that wasn't fully dilated. So I begged them to recheck me. Our nurse said that I was at 7 cm but I was so thin that she honestly wasn't sure and she needed another opinion. I was telling/yelling/growling that I was definitely more than 7 cm and that I needed to push very very soon. So at 6:15 another nurse finally came in and agreed that I was totally complete and that I could begin pushing. I knew it, damnit! Of course, I could start pushing after they set everything up......hmmm, lemme tell ya....nature doesn't really want to wait while you "prep the room". However, once I started pushing the pain really disappeared. It was great.
Well, I pushed through about 6-8 contractions and birthed my sweet baby boy at 6:59 pm, October 1st. I was exactly 41 weeks.
Owen Aimery McMahon was 8lbs 10oz and 21 inches long. His Apgar scores were 9 (1 min) and 10 (5 min). Kevin cried...alot, and got to cut the cord. I was drenched in sweat and was so damn happy to have him out. My goodness, what a relief it is to push your child out of your body!
I had no IV, no medication or epidural and the labor/delivery staff was very respectful of my birthplan. Dr O'Neal even took a minute right before the birth to reread it so that he didn't violate my wishes.
I had a couple of small tears but no episiotomy. They did not clamp the cord right away but let it pulse and they let Owen lay on my chest for a couple of minutes while they rubbed him down. It was wonderful. He didn't get any eye goo for an hour or so, so he was totally checking everything out. I asked dumb, demented questions like "Why are his eyes so puffy? Does he have Down Syndrome? What's wrong with my bottom?" (mirror's are not your friend at this point)
I honestly owe so much to my doula and husband who were my support through this experience. I couldn't have done it without them and I couldn't have asked for a better experience. Well...unless I was one of those lucky ones that didn't have much pain..... that would have been nice. ;)
I really can't describe the pain of childbirth and even now it has faded from my memory. I think your mind naturally forgets the trauma of it all to make sure you go an do it all over again.
I am just glad that I have had such a positive experience and that I achieved something that I have wanted to do for almost 3 years now. I feel triumphant and strong.
As we laid down in bed and said our goodnights it occured to me that we wouldn't be having a September baby like we originally thought. In fact, both of the boys were due in September but Carter came in August and Owen was obviously going to come in October, since it was 11pm Sept 30th already. Oh well.
I had been feeling generally crappy all day and my back was hurting and not an hour earlier I was IM'ing my doula and telling her that I was a "walking crabass" and that "I didn't expect labor any day soon". Haha.
Well, I had just dozed off when the first contraction hit.....hard. Owww. Wtf? It was sharp and low-frontal. Not at all what the internet or any book says "Real" labor contractions feel like. (makes me wonder if I had some issues from previous cesarean...scar tissue? I dunno) In fact what I was experiencing sounded an awful alot like "False" labor. Who the hell knows why.
They started at about 8-10 minutes apart and I was unable to sleep through any of them. Hurt like the dickens. Very soon (within 1 hour) they were consistently every 5-6 minutes. This is when I move to the couch because I can't keep quiet or keep still. My darling husband says "Are you in labor?" and "Try to sleep". I say " I have no freakin idea" and "Yeah right".
At around 4:50 am I text my doula "FYI: I’m gonna lose my mind. Contractions 5 min apart since 12, very very painful. No sleep yet 2night. They were more like 8-10 earlier. Some still fluxuate. But they are all lower pelvic ones. ‘Real’ or not? Internet says not…"
She responded right away (I love this woman) and thought I should try a warm shower and just resting....thinking it was probably labor but the pain (kinda like someone carving out innards with a spoon while stabbing me in the gut) and location (cervical) sounded odd. So I took a shower and felt a wee bit better......for a minute. At around 6am I dragged husband out of bed and said I can't do this by myself anymore, "I need you". This is all very boring. Me moaning and doing this low throat hum thing through each one, watching t.v. and talking about whether or not this was labor. Can you believe I still wasn't sure?
So at around 8:30 am I'm talking on the phone with my sister. I hang up, stand up from the couch and I feel "POP" in my abdomen and then a spreading warmth. I freaked the f*&^ out.
This is me: "Oh my god. Uterine rupture! Get Carter. Drive. Drive now." (small explanation here: I had read that a uterine rupture is accompanied by an almost audible "pop")
So I'm standing there trying to figure out what the hell just happened, Kevin takes towel he has had slung around his neck this whole time and whips it under me. I don't have any pain like a rupture would have so I'm just standing there as my water is breaking over a towel. Very odd feeling. It's all clear so I'm starting to relax slightly. Still kinda freaked though. I call Amy, my doula, and she says she will be over shortly and to try to stay relaxed.
Strangely enough, after my water breaks my contractions start improving. I thought it was supposed to work the other way....I am totally backwards.
Amy comes over and Kevin calls his Dad (who just happens to be working a job in Hattiesburg that day...weird) to come and sit with Carter. Good timing Baby!
The contractions are now more manageable and I move to the couch in the living room where we checked the baby's heart tones. I pretty much stayed in there the rest of the time. I tried different positions (wall, birth ball, couch, all fours, kevin support) but I just liked sitting on the loveseat and bracing my arms during each one. I dunno why.
They are now coming every 3-4 minutes and I'm kinda thinking I wanna go to the hospital now. So around noon we head up there. Ugh. Traveling during labor sucks. It's a good thing we only live 5 minutes away. :)
They check me at 12:30 and I am 1 cm dilated and 100 % effaced. I'm like "You've got to be kidding me!" How the hell have I labored 13 hours and only gotten to 1 cm. Oh crap.
They contractions are strong and at 1:45 pm they check me again and I am a whopping 2 cm. Oh My Freaking Lord! Get on with it! This is totally disheartening. The only thing that was keeping me going was the fact that I knew it would be harder for me to dilate in the early part because of cervical scarring and that once I got to 3-4 it would speed up. Everyone told me this but I was still a wee bit bummed considering I felt like I was working very very hard and should have been approaching transition, or something. Good grief.
They officially admitted me anyway because they thought I was having pretty good contractions from what the monitor reported. Uh duh. I could have told them that. Or moaned it in agony :).
I start trying different positions but the best position seemed to be seated on the side of the bed (which worked well since I was hooked up to the monitor constantly being a VBAC) and then a little bit later the bed turned into a chair kinda and that was my fave. I really needed to brace my arms during each contraction and the rails seemed to be my lifeline.
At 3:45 my contractions are hard double-peak ones every 2-3 minutes. The check me again at 4 pm and I am at 5 cm and I also got the green light to get off the monitors for a hot shower. Yeah me!!! I got about 20 minutes of free time in there but I think the shower and me being dilated to 5 cm speeded things up because I was all of a sudden not having a good time in the warm water. The doc (O'Neal) comes in and checks out the situation. I like this guy and I'm glad he will be there all night for the delivery.
I am flippin' out by this point. I hate to say it but I was doing the whole "I can't do this!" and "I wanna go home!" labor-rant. Apparently the nurses were impressed that I was handling the very strong double-peak contractions. However, I felt like I was losing my mind. Everyone said how calm I looked throughout. I even have pictures and yes, I do look calm but very, very serious.
At 5:45 pm I was feeling very "pushy" as Amy says. I mean my body was already pushing down and I couldn't stop it. This made me panicky because I knew I didn't want to push against a cervix that wasn't fully dilated. So I begged them to recheck me. Our nurse said that I was at 7 cm but I was so thin that she honestly wasn't sure and she needed another opinion. I was telling/yelling/growling that I was definitely more than 7 cm and that I needed to push very very soon. So at 6:15 another nurse finally came in and agreed that I was totally complete and that I could begin pushing. I knew it, damnit! Of course, I could start pushing after they set everything up......hmmm, lemme tell ya....nature doesn't really want to wait while you "prep the room". However, once I started pushing the pain really disappeared. It was great.
Well, I pushed through about 6-8 contractions and birthed my sweet baby boy at 6:59 pm, October 1st. I was exactly 41 weeks.
Owen Aimery McMahon was 8lbs 10oz and 21 inches long. His Apgar scores were 9 (1 min) and 10 (5 min). Kevin cried...alot, and got to cut the cord. I was drenched in sweat and was so damn happy to have him out. My goodness, what a relief it is to push your child out of your body!
I had no IV, no medication or epidural and the labor/delivery staff was very respectful of my birthplan. Dr O'Neal even took a minute right before the birth to reread it so that he didn't violate my wishes.
I had a couple of small tears but no episiotomy. They did not clamp the cord right away but let it pulse and they let Owen lay on my chest for a couple of minutes while they rubbed him down. It was wonderful. He didn't get any eye goo for an hour or so, so he was totally checking everything out. I asked dumb, demented questions like "Why are his eyes so puffy? Does he have Down Syndrome? What's wrong with my bottom?" (mirror's are not your friend at this point)
I honestly owe so much to my doula and husband who were my support through this experience. I couldn't have done it without them and I couldn't have asked for a better experience. Well...unless I was one of those lucky ones that didn't have much pain..... that would have been nice. ;)
I really can't describe the pain of childbirth and even now it has faded from my memory. I think your mind naturally forgets the trauma of it all to make sure you go an do it all over again.
I am just glad that I have had such a positive experience and that I achieved something that I have wanted to do for almost 3 years now. I feel triumphant and strong.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Happy Birthday!
To all you out there who haven't heard yet....
Owen Aimery McMahon graced us with his presence on Oct 1st at 6:59 pm. He was 8lbs 10oz and 21 inches long. He has long fingers and toes and a full head of red-gold hair.
I labored for 19 1/2 hours and had an unmedicated natural birth. It was the hardest thing I have ever done but the most rewarding.
I will write more about later. I just wanted to make a quick announcement.
Owen Aimery McMahon graced us with his presence on Oct 1st at 6:59 pm. He was 8lbs 10oz and 21 inches long. He has long fingers and toes and a full head of red-gold hair.
I labored for 19 1/2 hours and had an unmedicated natural birth. It was the hardest thing I have ever done but the most rewarding.
I will write more about later. I just wanted to make a quick announcement.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
More Birthday Pictures
Birthday Pictures
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Two years ago....
The whole pregnancy I had planned for a natural birth. I studied and read lots of books and articles and even hired a doula to assist us with labor and delivery. I treated it as an "event" like a Marathon; something to train for.
However, our son had other plans... Carter was born by c-section on Wednesday, August 30th at 9:34 a.m. He was a breech baby and came out butt first!
The day before he was born was an ordinary day... I had a doctors appointment and we were going to see if I was dilated at all. I was getting impatient and tired of being pregnant. When the doctor checked me and couldn't feel his head she was worried since I was only 5 days away from my due date and he should have been engaged in my pelvis and my body should have been "preparing" itself for labor....but no such luck. Nothing was happening down there. So, we did an ultrasound to see what he was doing. That's when she told me that he was breech and that he must have flipped from head-down to head-up about 3-4 weeks earlier. They don't deliver breech babies vaginally at this hospital because of the risk so she said we needed to do a c-section the next morning to avoid the chance of me going into labor and having to do an emergency section (which poses risks). I cried alot. I really wanted to deliver him naturally and experience the satisfaction of bringing him into the world. I felt cheated somehow. I had also previously experienced minor abdominal surgery and knew that a cesaeran is no walk in the park. People treat it so lightly these days but I knew the risks and the potential for a long recovery.
I tried some home remedies to "turn" him that evening but he was stubborn and wouldn't budge. I only slept 2 hours that night and was angry and bitchy the next morning. Let's just say I was not the best patient. I did begin having regular and painful contractions during my pre-op prep, though. So maybe it was labor and he was meant to be born that day anyway. :)
After I was prepped I shuffled to the operating room and they administered the spinal. Weird. I could feel but not really. Kinda like at the dentist. They brought Kevin in as they made the incision and he sat by me and waited while they dug around my abdomen. There was lots of pressure and I got intense shakes and shivers from the spinal medication. They pulled Carter out butt first, I guess but I couldn't see anything.
I heard his first little warble though, and my eyes welled up with tears. Then he started to holler and they pulled the drape down so I could see my beautiful boy. I was surprised to see his gold-red hair. The nurses took him over to be weighed and stuff and handed him to Kevin all wrapped up tight. That is when Kevin carried him over to me with tears running down his cheeks and said "Honey, you took your vitamins" and all the nurses said "Aaaaahhhhh!". He put Carter up close to my face so I could kiss him and touch him. I wanted to hold him so bad! They all then left while I got sewed up. I had never felt so lonely in all of my life then at that moment....
I remember feeling impatient for them to just hurry up and get all this crap done so I could hold my son. They took me to recovery where I sat and shook and shivered and finally between clenched teeth I asked when I could see my baby. The nurse looked at me like I was crazy and said "You want him now? Don't you want to rest and recover?!". At this point my mood was almost homicidal....poor woman didn't know she had such an awful patient, I'm guessing. I hopefully didn't show it....
So after about an hour or so after my surgery Kevin came walking into recovery carrying the most precious bundle of hospital blankets I had ever laid eyes on. Finally. Finally, my little man with whom I had shared 9+ months with, was in my arms.
I began breastfeeding right away and he was a quick learner...or teacher, I'm not sure which.
Anyway, life couldn't have been more sweet than at that moment when I finally had you in my arms, Carter. My perfect little baby. You are my world and it doesn't matter how you got here, it just matters that you did.
Happy 2nd Birthday, Big Guy!!!!! I can't believe it!
However, our son had other plans... Carter was born by c-section on Wednesday, August 30th at 9:34 a.m. He was a breech baby and came out butt first!
The day before he was born was an ordinary day... I had a doctors appointment and we were going to see if I was dilated at all. I was getting impatient and tired of being pregnant. When the doctor checked me and couldn't feel his head she was worried since I was only 5 days away from my due date and he should have been engaged in my pelvis and my body should have been "preparing" itself for labor....but no such luck. Nothing was happening down there. So, we did an ultrasound to see what he was doing. That's when she told me that he was breech and that he must have flipped from head-down to head-up about 3-4 weeks earlier. They don't deliver breech babies vaginally at this hospital because of the risk so she said we needed to do a c-section the next morning to avoid the chance of me going into labor and having to do an emergency section (which poses risks). I cried alot. I really wanted to deliver him naturally and experience the satisfaction of bringing him into the world. I felt cheated somehow. I had also previously experienced minor abdominal surgery and knew that a cesaeran is no walk in the park. People treat it so lightly these days but I knew the risks and the potential for a long recovery.
I tried some home remedies to "turn" him that evening but he was stubborn and wouldn't budge. I only slept 2 hours that night and was angry and bitchy the next morning. Let's just say I was not the best patient. I did begin having regular and painful contractions during my pre-op prep, though. So maybe it was labor and he was meant to be born that day anyway. :)
After I was prepped I shuffled to the operating room and they administered the spinal. Weird. I could feel but not really. Kinda like at the dentist. They brought Kevin in as they made the incision and he sat by me and waited while they dug around my abdomen. There was lots of pressure and I got intense shakes and shivers from the spinal medication. They pulled Carter out butt first, I guess but I couldn't see anything.
I heard his first little warble though, and my eyes welled up with tears. Then he started to holler and they pulled the drape down so I could see my beautiful boy. I was surprised to see his gold-red hair. The nurses took him over to be weighed and stuff and handed him to Kevin all wrapped up tight. That is when Kevin carried him over to me with tears running down his cheeks and said "Honey, you took your vitamins" and all the nurses said "Aaaaahhhhh!". He put Carter up close to my face so I could kiss him and touch him. I wanted to hold him so bad! They all then left while I got sewed up. I had never felt so lonely in all of my life then at that moment....
I remember feeling impatient for them to just hurry up and get all this crap done so I could hold my son. They took me to recovery where I sat and shook and shivered and finally between clenched teeth I asked when I could see my baby. The nurse looked at me like I was crazy and said "You want him now? Don't you want to rest and recover?!". At this point my mood was almost homicidal....poor woman didn't know she had such an awful patient, I'm guessing. I hopefully didn't show it....
So after about an hour or so after my surgery Kevin came walking into recovery carrying the most precious bundle of hospital blankets I had ever laid eyes on. Finally. Finally, my little man with whom I had shared 9+ months with, was in my arms.
I began breastfeeding right away and he was a quick learner...or teacher, I'm not sure which.
Anyway, life couldn't have been more sweet than at that moment when I finally had you in my arms, Carter. My perfect little baby. You are my world and it doesn't matter how you got here, it just matters that you did.
Happy 2nd Birthday, Big Guy!!!!! I can't believe it!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Batten down the hatches!
Lawd! I'm so tired. Thank goodness I decided long ago not to have a party at my house. It would have totally stressed me out.
As it stands right now...it took me 35 minutes to drive 6 miles back to my house from Sam's Club. Carter's dinosaur cake had to be redone because they didn't do it right the first time and even now I am laughing about the redo (kinda looks like the 2 dinos had a big lunch and pooped all over the cake...must post picture of it later). It looks more like it's supposed to now, though, and it smells divine. I love Sam's cakes.
Hmmm, you want more bitching and moaning, you say?! Why certainly!
I have a headache. I am having a lot of contractions. It's 97 degrees. Everyone in this town who has a car has decided to go for a drive on the main drag but with a sense of panic. Finally, I still have no idea what this holiday has in store for us.....are we leaving? staying? buying automatic weapons?
Anyway, I just can't wait for my baby's birthday tomorrow. He will be so excited. He saw his cake already and keeps yelling "Peazzz, mama? Me? Piece?? Peazzz? Mine? Rooooaaaar!!!!" He loves it. Funny guy.
Will I survive this weekend? :)
As it stands right now...it took me 35 minutes to drive 6 miles back to my house from Sam's Club. Carter's dinosaur cake had to be redone because they didn't do it right the first time and even now I am laughing about the redo (kinda looks like the 2 dinos had a big lunch and pooped all over the cake...must post picture of it later). It looks more like it's supposed to now, though, and it smells divine. I love Sam's cakes.
Hmmm, you want more bitching and moaning, you say?! Why certainly!
I have a headache. I am having a lot of contractions. It's 97 degrees. Everyone in this town who has a car has decided to go for a drive on the main drag but with a sense of panic. Finally, I still have no idea what this holiday has in store for us.....are we leaving? staying? buying automatic weapons?
Anyway, I just can't wait for my baby's birthday tomorrow. He will be so excited. He saw his cake already and keeps yelling "Peazzz, mama? Me? Piece?? Peazzz? Mine? Rooooaaaar!!!!" He loves it. Funny guy.
Will I survive this weekend? :)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Run for the Hills!!!
This is the attitude around this town right now. I swear, the whole Gustav thing is freaking people out. I understand the chaos that Katrina caused and the long recovery but come on....shouldn't we panic when the damn storm is actually a hurricane again and actually in the Gulf? We watched Katrina bear down on NoLa from the safety of Savannah....we watched it hit as all of our plans came crumbling down. We had jobs lined up already, we had friends all there, we had a house that we were closing on in 4 days.....ugh, that was a bummer. But things work themselves out and we didn't actually lose anything; not like so many others.
So this weekend is busy. We have Carter's 2 year birthday, reorganizing bedroom for babies arrival (complete sleeping upheaval expected), Labor Day and I was gonna try to send mental images to babes to come out and join us early. ;)
However, with people lining up at the gas tanks, evacuating, stripping down the stores of all essentials and so on, I think I will try to keep the babes 'up there' a wee bit longer and just try to get through the birthday and the possible storm.
We will not be running for the hills, so to speak but we are going to get a few essentials (gas, diapers, toilet paper, oatmeal....) and we do have the option to shoot up to Jackson to stay with Kevin's dad and stepmom. I'm not too worried.....yet. I generally am not a Mass Panic type of person. I'll wait and see...then I'll freak the f*&# out. ;)
I had my 36 week OB check yesterday and this sweet little guy is helping mommy out. He is head down and low and I am 80% effaced. Woopee! I told my sis that I've never been effaced before and in some moronic way I feel like I've achieved something. Hey, everything at this point is new because Carter was butt-ass backward.
So this weekend is busy. We have Carter's 2 year birthday, reorganizing bedroom for babies arrival (complete sleeping upheaval expected), Labor Day and I was gonna try to send mental images to babes to come out and join us early. ;)
However, with people lining up at the gas tanks, evacuating, stripping down the stores of all essentials and so on, I think I will try to keep the babes 'up there' a wee bit longer and just try to get through the birthday and the possible storm.
We will not be running for the hills, so to speak but we are going to get a few essentials (gas, diapers, toilet paper, oatmeal....) and we do have the option to shoot up to Jackson to stay with Kevin's dad and stepmom. I'm not too worried.....yet. I generally am not a Mass Panic type of person. I'll wait and see...then I'll freak the f*&# out. ;)
I had my 36 week OB check yesterday and this sweet little guy is helping mommy out. He is head down and low and I am 80% effaced. Woopee! I told my sis that I've never been effaced before and in some moronic way I feel like I've achieved something. Hey, everything at this point is new because Carter was butt-ass backward.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Birthday Boy
So I am definitely more excited for Carter's birthday than anyone else. I can't wait for him to go "Woooooow!" after he opens each thing and then he'll say "Neeeat!" or "Coooooool!". If it's something really good he'll jump with both feet and clap and say "Yeeeeeeaaaaah!". Funny Little Guy. I just finished wrapping presents...well, almost.... I had some work to do because of the Out-of-Staters sending their gifts, unwrapped. Kevin and I were pretty modest in the amount of things we got for him. Hey! We have a new baby coming, we must conserve our resources. :)
Hey! I forgot the big news. The Bathroom is Done! Yeah!
Basically, done. There are a couple of cosmetic things but for the most part we have a working bathroom that actually looks like it belongs in this century. Is very nice. I wish I had thought to take a before picture because the contrast is unbelievable. I'm proud of the hubband. He did good. I only yelled at him a couple of times so for a Foreman I didn't do so bad either. :)
Anyway, I want to write more but I am no longer a person...I am "Mama? mama maama mama, MAAAMAAAA! Mama? Maaamaaa..." This goes on all day lately. Maybe I will start counting how many times a day I hear this demented chant. My response is usually, "Hmmm? Okay, one minute......okay.......Yes, honey I hear you......Hold on a second.......WHAAAAAAT?!"
I must depart to entertain my child who for some reason was born without the ability to entertain himself....I blame it on the Once a Day Snickers diet during his pregnancy.
Hey! I forgot the big news. The Bathroom is Done! Yeah!
Basically, done. There are a couple of cosmetic things but for the most part we have a working bathroom that actually looks like it belongs in this century. Is very nice. I wish I had thought to take a before picture because the contrast is unbelievable. I'm proud of the hubband. He did good. I only yelled at him a couple of times so for a Foreman I didn't do so bad either. :)
Anyway, I want to write more but I am no longer a person...I am "Mama? mama maama mama, MAAAMAAAA! Mama? Maaamaaa..." This goes on all day lately. Maybe I will start counting how many times a day I hear this demented chant. My response is usually, "Hmmm? Okay, one minute......okay.......Yes, honey I hear you......Hold on a second.......WHAAAAAAT?!"
I must depart to entertain my child who for some reason was born without the ability to entertain himself....I blame it on the Once a Day Snickers diet during his pregnancy.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I like to keep it General
Well, the bathroom is still not done but soon, very soon... I think I got a little stressed this weekend (slightly teary and morose) about it all but mostly I'm blaming it on the hormones going crazy and just being so damn exhausted it makes me want to cry. Ever feel that tired?
We did have a sort of break from it all when we got together with friends this weekend for our Supper Club (minus the actual cooking). It was really just an excuse to yap and have a pool party...oh and eat take out and lots of disgusting desserts. Yes, they were absolutely horrible....so horrible that I ate 3 bowls of this chocolate pudding, brownie, cool whip, toffee chip concoction and a big slice of apple pie. This after 3 sub bites and 4 pieces of pizza. I think I put my little womb buddy in sugar shock.
Anyway, Carter got the chance to show off to daddy in the pool and daddy was simply amazed at our Big Guy.
He kept on saying "He can swim!"....so proud.
I only had one heart attack when after leaving him under Kevin's watch I swam away to chat with the girlies....and look over to see my baby go tumbling off blow-up pool toy and go completely under water. (with his swimmies on, of course but.....)
Ahhhhhh! Someone save my baby!!! This is what I scream in my head.
Of course his father is like "Oh, he's fine."
Grrrrrr. Not on my watch, mister.
We all got home safe and sound and with many big plans for next month....depending on when our little guy comes along, of course.
Carter is excited for his Birthday coming up. He talks about turning Twoooo and having cake and balloons and pizza and presents.... ya know, all the things kids salivate yearly for. I think I'm just as excited. It also gives me a kind of date to go by in the sense that as long as I make it to like, September 1st, we're good....after that, come on baby!!
I am being extra vigilant that this little one doesn't flip on me. I am totally paranoid everytime I feel what I think is his head in the wrong spot. According to the doc last week, he was head down but I ain't counting my chickens before they're hatched. So if you see me doing odd poses in the next few weeks to ensure my baby's giant noggin is headed south, please ignore me and just chalk it up to my eccentric personality. Ahem. Eccentric...remember. And if any of you all know me...well, then you know I have Lists posted all over the damn house. What to buy before the Birth, What to get for the Birthday, What to do before the Birth, What things we need if anyone asks, Who to call and catch up with before I can no longer function as normal human woman, Grocery lists with coordinating stars for coupons.....they go on and on like this. I am the traditional List Maker.
Aren't you all just chomping at the bit for the Grand Posting of the Birth?? :)
Soon, ya'll....soon.
We did have a sort of break from it all when we got together with friends this weekend for our Supper Club (minus the actual cooking). It was really just an excuse to yap and have a pool party...oh and eat take out and lots of disgusting desserts. Yes, they were absolutely horrible....so horrible that I ate 3 bowls of this chocolate pudding, brownie, cool whip, toffee chip concoction and a big slice of apple pie. This after 3 sub bites and 4 pieces of pizza. I think I put my little womb buddy in sugar shock.
Anyway, Carter got the chance to show off to daddy in the pool and daddy was simply amazed at our Big Guy.
He kept on saying "He can swim!"....so proud.
I only had one heart attack when after leaving him under Kevin's watch I swam away to chat with the girlies....and look over to see my baby go tumbling off blow-up pool toy and go completely under water. (with his swimmies on, of course but.....)
Ahhhhhh! Someone save my baby!!! This is what I scream in my head.
Of course his father is like "Oh, he's fine."
Grrrrrr. Not on my watch, mister.
We all got home safe and sound and with many big plans for next month....depending on when our little guy comes along, of course.
Carter is excited for his Birthday coming up. He talks about turning Twoooo and having cake and balloons and pizza and presents.... ya know, all the things kids salivate yearly for. I think I'm just as excited. It also gives me a kind of date to go by in the sense that as long as I make it to like, September 1st, we're good....after that, come on baby!!
I am being extra vigilant that this little one doesn't flip on me. I am totally paranoid everytime I feel what I think is his head in the wrong spot. According to the doc last week, he was head down but I ain't counting my chickens before they're hatched. So if you see me doing odd poses in the next few weeks to ensure my baby's giant noggin is headed south, please ignore me and just chalk it up to my eccentric personality. Ahem. Eccentric...remember. And if any of you all know me...well, then you know I have Lists posted all over the damn house. What to buy before the Birth, What to get for the Birthday, What to do before the Birth, What things we need if anyone asks, Who to call and catch up with before I can no longer function as normal human woman, Grocery lists with coordinating stars for coupons.....they go on and on like this. I am the traditional List Maker.
Aren't you all just chomping at the bit for the Grand Posting of the Birth?? :)
Soon, ya'll....soon.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
My little Techy
Well, yesterday Carter's first present for his upcoming 2nd birthday arrived in the mail. My girlfriend sent him a portable DVD player to keep him occupied during long car rides and mommy's ob/gyn appointments. :)
So I opened it and needless to say, he is obsessed with it. So much for wrapping it up for his Birthday. Oh well, I doubt he will notice at this age.
This morning he comes up to me with Serious face on and both hands out in front of him, fingers wriggling. This is the sign for Computer and this is what he calls it....or signs it, or whatever. So his fingers are wriggling away and I say, "You want your computer?" (hey, it kinda looks like a mini laptop and it beats him playing with ours)
He responds with, "Meeeeeee!" pointing with both hands to his chest and running in place excitedly. So he shoots off to the kitchen where I have it in it's box for safe keeping....yeah right, and starts dancing and saying "Mine!" like he is very proud. Funny guy.
So now my little multi-tasker is watching a Baby Neptune video on his new "Computer" and Dora the explorer on the big t.v.
So I opened it and needless to say, he is obsessed with it. So much for wrapping it up for his Birthday. Oh well, I doubt he will notice at this age.
This morning he comes up to me with Serious face on and both hands out in front of him, fingers wriggling. This is the sign for Computer and this is what he calls it....or signs it, or whatever. So his fingers are wriggling away and I say, "You want your computer?" (hey, it kinda looks like a mini laptop and it beats him playing with ours)
He responds with, "Meeeeeee!" pointing with both hands to his chest and running in place excitedly. So he shoots off to the kitchen where I have it in it's box for safe keeping....yeah right, and starts dancing and saying "Mine!" like he is very proud. Funny guy.
So now my little multi-tasker is watching a Baby Neptune video on his new "Computer" and Dora the explorer on the big t.v.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Where'd ya get those damn fine cupcakes?
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, is all this fatty foo momma has to say.
Oh Claude! What a morning. We went to a little friends birthday and Carter smeared cupcake frosting all over himself, got soaken wet and then serenaded the adults with a lively rendition of Mozarts Piano Sonata in C Major. I swear....really....it happened. He is a budding pianist. Lessons are right around the corner, I tell ya!
So, as I am saying to a friend "oh no, the heat doesn't seem to bother me like when I was pregnant with Carter....", I'm thinking that maybe I should keep my mouth shut since it is 95 degrees outside, I'm covered in melted sugared icing and I've begun to "wilt" (hey! I'm a lady so therefore I wilt elegantly......no sarcastic comments). After we got home and crabby, sugared child fell asleep I limped around the house groaning like an old crone. I guess it took more out of me than I thought it would. We had a great time but I totally need my sidekick. Now I really miss daddy. He has a duty as husband and father to chase after our little rapscallion while his beautiful, pregnant wife sips iced beverages and socializes with momma friends. *sigh*
Carter's adventurous activities of the a.m. : climbing playscape and yelling "momma!" from the very top and waving frantically, finding a big stick and beating a pine tree trunk for about 10 minutes (yeah, not sure why), eating 3 cupcakes and part of the paper cup they came in, eating everyone else's cupcake crumbs they dropped on the playscape, sliding down the big slide and leaving a smeared frosting sugar trail (kinda like a snail leaves a slime trail), splashing in puddles, playing the piano and .........get this.....kissing girls. Yes, we had our First Kiss with a girl today. Funny. She had just bopped him on the head and was ordered by her daddy to kiss and make-up. Well, Carter puckered up and they smooched lip to lip. How come I never have a camera for stuff like this? It was pretty darn cute. He is a ladies man. Must be those dreamy baby blue eyes of his. :)
Oh Claude! What a morning. We went to a little friends birthday and Carter smeared cupcake frosting all over himself, got soaken wet and then serenaded the adults with a lively rendition of Mozarts Piano Sonata in C Major. I swear....really....it happened. He is a budding pianist. Lessons are right around the corner, I tell ya!
So, as I am saying to a friend "oh no, the heat doesn't seem to bother me like when I was pregnant with Carter....", I'm thinking that maybe I should keep my mouth shut since it is 95 degrees outside, I'm covered in melted sugared icing and I've begun to "wilt" (hey! I'm a lady so therefore I wilt elegantly......no sarcastic comments). After we got home and crabby, sugared child fell asleep I limped around the house groaning like an old crone. I guess it took more out of me than I thought it would. We had a great time but I totally need my sidekick. Now I really miss daddy. He has a duty as husband and father to chase after our little rapscallion while his beautiful, pregnant wife sips iced beverages and socializes with momma friends. *sigh*
Carter's adventurous activities of the a.m. : climbing playscape and yelling "momma!" from the very top and waving frantically, finding a big stick and beating a pine tree trunk for about 10 minutes (yeah, not sure why), eating 3 cupcakes and part of the paper cup they came in, eating everyone else's cupcake crumbs they dropped on the playscape, sliding down the big slide and leaving a smeared frosting sugar trail (kinda like a snail leaves a slime trail), splashing in puddles, playing the piano and .........get this.....kissing girls. Yes, we had our First Kiss with a girl today. Funny. She had just bopped him on the head and was ordered by her daddy to kiss and make-up. Well, Carter puckered up and they smooched lip to lip. How come I never have a camera for stuff like this? It was pretty darn cute. He is a ladies man. Must be those dreamy baby blue eyes of his. :)
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Yeah! It's my birthday! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Woohoo!
In celebration this morning I had a krispy kreme donut with my coffee and then gave half of one to Carter. At first he was like "Naah" then he decided to take a little nibble..... I turned around 3 seconds later and it was gone. The only remnants were the bits of glaze stuck to his face. He of course wanted some more and he tried to climb on the table to get them. Argh. I had to put them up out of reach of the little monkey, sweet-treat goblin. It's my own fault. I know that krispy kreme cannot be resisted.
So, I'm taking a shower and trying not to throw up (blasted "morning sickness"), when I peek out at my quiet toddler. He was standing and leaning with his elbows on his bed, hip cocked and one leg kinda swinging/bouncing to Junior Kimbrough (we are trying to instill a bit of a musical soul in our boy). He had his Fisher Price toy catalog out and he was idley flipping through the pages and studying the toys. I had this flash forward to him as a teenager leaning on our future homes' breakfast bar in the kitchen looking through a skateboarding magazine or something. He's such a little kid all of a sudden.
So what are we gonna do today, you ask? I have no idea. I can't think of anything birthday related to do. Tonight I know we are going to eat curry. yeah! We never eat there because it's overpriced for what you get....but it's my pick! I'm going to watch Lost tonight and have zombie-I mean mommy time. These are my grand plans. Aren't you jealous?
What I want for my birthday:
In celebration this morning I had a krispy kreme donut with my coffee and then gave half of one to Carter. At first he was like "Naah" then he decided to take a little nibble..... I turned around 3 seconds later and it was gone. The only remnants were the bits of glaze stuck to his face. He of course wanted some more and he tried to climb on the table to get them. Argh. I had to put them up out of reach of the little monkey, sweet-treat goblin. It's my own fault. I know that krispy kreme cannot be resisted.
So, I'm taking a shower and trying not to throw up (blasted "morning sickness"), when I peek out at my quiet toddler. He was standing and leaning with his elbows on his bed, hip cocked and one leg kinda swinging/bouncing to Junior Kimbrough (we are trying to instill a bit of a musical soul in our boy). He had his Fisher Price toy catalog out and he was idley flipping through the pages and studying the toys. I had this flash forward to him as a teenager leaning on our future homes' breakfast bar in the kitchen looking through a skateboarding magazine or something. He's such a little kid all of a sudden.
So what are we gonna do today, you ask? I have no idea. I can't think of anything birthday related to do. Tonight I know we are going to eat curry. yeah! We never eat there because it's overpriced for what you get....but it's my pick! I'm going to watch Lost tonight and have zombie-I mean mommy time. These are my grand plans. Aren't you jealous?
What I want for my birthday:
- a babysitter and a nap
- an indian restaurant to open up (omg, I need nan)
- a large german woman to clean my house- every damn nook and cranny
- a sherpa to run errands with me (carry purse, chase child and drive this 'miss daisy')
- vernors
- a hug from my mom
Monday, February 4, 2008
Aren't husbands grand?
So many moons ago my ever thoughtful husband invented the 4 day celebrations leading up to my birthdays and sometimes mothers day or v-day. Adorable isn't it. Yes, we are disgustingly in love....most of the time. :) So? I ask. Where is it? No celebration this morning?? 4 days before my b-day?? What gives.
For all those not in the "know" the celebration involves coffee made (of course), a love note and some sort of gift left on the computer for me to find when I get up in the morning. Isn't that the sweetest thing? Yes. It is. I look forward to my celebrations. They make me go "Awwwwwww". The only other time I make that noise/exclamation is when my son does something sweet for me like bring me a tissue when I sneeze or when he wakes me up with a "mmmm-wwaa-kiss".
Hmmm. I must have been a bad wife this weekend. I did pout and drag my feet when he wanted me to put all my clothes away (they've been residing on the guest bed and in a pile in my closet). He finally did it for me, which made me unreasonabley upset because I knew where everything was before. Now it's all shoved in drawers willy-nilly. Yes the bedrooms are now clean but it took me a half an hour this morning to find one particular shirt. I need to "grab and go". We will have to figure out a compromise....somewhere in the middle between my archaeological excavations and his shove-everything-in-drawers method. I mean, I appreciate it very much because I know he just wants us to get more organized and a clean environment helps him keep a clear mind but come on....he hung up my nightgowns in the closet....on hangers. That's just too much!
I'm very orderly in some aspects of my life. I guess just not with my clothes. Oh well. I could have worse habits.
Anyway, I like to tease him.
Soooo. I'm told that the celebration may occur from b-day to v-day. Hmmm. That could be fun. A full 7 day celebration? I like.
Have I said how much I love my husband and my wee little one? I love Carter's little voice when he says "Up!" and I love his breath after he's just eaten a bunch of Goldfish crackers. I love Kevin's love notes in the morning and his "Family! I'm home!" in the evenings. There is really too much to list. I have such a wonderful family and I cherish every damn minute.
For all those not in the "know" the celebration involves coffee made (of course), a love note and some sort of gift left on the computer for me to find when I get up in the morning. Isn't that the sweetest thing? Yes. It is. I look forward to my celebrations. They make me go "Awwwwwww". The only other time I make that noise/exclamation is when my son does something sweet for me like bring me a tissue when I sneeze or when he wakes me up with a "mmmm-wwaa-kiss".
Hmmm. I must have been a bad wife this weekend. I did pout and drag my feet when he wanted me to put all my clothes away (they've been residing on the guest bed and in a pile in my closet). He finally did it for me, which made me unreasonabley upset because I knew where everything was before. Now it's all shoved in drawers willy-nilly. Yes the bedrooms are now clean but it took me a half an hour this morning to find one particular shirt. I need to "grab and go". We will have to figure out a compromise....somewhere in the middle between my archaeological excavations and his shove-everything-in-drawers method. I mean, I appreciate it very much because I know he just wants us to get more organized and a clean environment helps him keep a clear mind but come on....he hung up my nightgowns in the closet....on hangers. That's just too much!
I'm very orderly in some aspects of my life. I guess just not with my clothes. Oh well. I could have worse habits.
Anyway, I like to tease him.
Soooo. I'm told that the celebration may occur from b-day to v-day. Hmmm. That could be fun. A full 7 day celebration? I like.
Have I said how much I love my husband and my wee little one? I love Carter's little voice when he says "Up!" and I love his breath after he's just eaten a bunch of Goldfish crackers. I love Kevin's love notes in the morning and his "Family! I'm home!" in the evenings. There is really too much to list. I have such a wonderful family and I cherish every damn minute.
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