Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Bean *Hearts* Me
I am way loved. So nice. Mommy says that she loves me. And Daddy says that he loves me. Pretty much all of their friends and family say that they love me, too. But ya know who really seems to love me? The Bean. Shucks, I love him oodles, too, but it's harder for me to show my affection (That is to say that I have no gross or fine motor skills, nor do I have language skills. It is no reflection on my emotions - please understand that my heart is not made of stone.).
I Like to Cook
Since I come from a line of great cooks (Granny Diane, Grammy Tina, Mom, Dad, etc.), it makes perfect sense that I am poised to be a great cook myself. I love practicing my kitchen skills, which include pouring things and especially stirring things with a wisk.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Hello! I'm Here!!
Okay, so I know I'm way late in introducing myself, but I've had a lot going on. Being born is very hard work and acclimating to life outside of my Mommy's ute[rus] is even harder. Anywho, you can call me Sprout. I was born on 7/2 at 7:02am. How cool is that? I came out screaming mad and was a robust 8lbs 3oz on a tiny 18.5" frame. Let's just call it a Rubenesque figure, okay? That's as diplomatic as you can be with those statistics.
Here's the story of my birth, as told by my Mommy...
I'm so excited to say that I got the exact birth that I wanted. I went to sleep on the night of July 1st thinking that it could be the night, though I have to say that I'd thought that for at least a week. But it did feel different somehow. I packed The Bean's lunch for the next day at school, something I never do the night before, but was suddenly inclined to do. Went to bed around 10pm and was so uncomfortable – my cervix hurt like someone had taken a knife to it, though I wasn't having any contractions. Woke up at midnight to pee. Woke up at 2am to pee. Woke up at 3:45am to pee. At this point, I noticed a few contractions that felt different than the Braxton Hicks I'd been feeling for weeks. Got out of bed and started timing them at 4:02am. By 5:00am decided to walk around the block, just to keep things moving along as they were spaced kind of randomly – 5 min, 10 min, 4 min, 8 min… Walked for about 20 minutes. Came home and decided to wake Huz up to tell him that today was the day. When I woke him, I told him that it wasn't time yet, but that I thought it would be this morning. It was about 5:30am at this point. I told him to plan not to go to work and that I was jumping in the shower. As soon as I got in the shower, I noticed that contractions moved to every three minutes. I finished quickly and got out as Huz was getting in the shower. I told him that they were every 3 minutes and he asked if he still had enough time to shower. I told him yes and decided to call my OB and our friend who would watch The Bean while we were at the hospital. Apparently I said "It's no immewdiate rush – maybe get here in 5 or 10 minutes." LOL. Anyway, she got to our house a few minutes before 6:00am. We went over the details of The Bean's care with her and woke him to say that we were going to get baby sister out of Mommy's tummy. He seemed to get it and was cool with staying behind without us. We left the house at probably 6:10am and got to the hospital at 6:15am. On the way I had one contraction, but still was thinking that I was too early and that I'd be told to walk the halls for hours, which is what I was dreading. Huz dropped me off at admitting and parked the car. Suddenly the contractions were every 2 minutes. I fought with the woman at the admitting desk who insisted that I needed to sign forms before I could go upstairs. I told her that I have a history of short labors, that my contractions were 2 minutes apart, and that I needed to go upstairs. She told me to wait. Huz says I growled at her. After the longest 5-8 minutes of my life, she had me sign oodles of paperwork (I have no idea what I signed) and let me go upstairs. I told the charge nurse that I was contracting every 2 minutes and so I got to bypass triage and went straight to a room. Got undressed, put on a gown, sat on my birthing ball. There is a picture of me on it smiling, which in hindsight seems nuts. It's about 6:33am. The nurse says I need to get in the bed so she can check my cervix and that I need to be on the monitors for 20 minutes to measure the contractions and the baby's heart rate. After that, I was told, I could return to my birthing ball. She checks me and I tell her that I know I'm going to be disappointed that I'm not as far along as I wanted to be. She asks where I think I am and I guess 3-4cm. She tells me that I'm at 7. Whoot! She takes my medical history and asks about my birth plan – all natural for me, please. She asks if I mind an IV line and I tell her that I'd actually like a bag of fluids, as I know I'm dehydrated. She starts to do that, but by now my contractions are right on top of each other – I ask about them and am told that they are every 1.5 minutes lasting for 1 minute each. Because of this, she can't get the IV line in, so I end up not only med free, but IV free. After about 10-15 minutes, I tell her that I'm feeling pushy. She says I'm at 9cm and she breaks my water. Clear. Whew. They set up my mirror - holy cow. It was incredible to watch my progress. I then I NEEDED to push. Asked if I could. The nurses said that they wouldn't stop me but wish I would wait, presumably for my doctor. I pushed. Four nurses delivered me – not a doctor in sight. Sprout was born at 7:02am on 7/2 weighing in at 8lb. 3oz. and 18.5 inches. My doctor arrived 10 minutes after the fact to deliver my placenta and give me 6 stitches. Gee, thanks.
Here's the story of my birth, as told by my Mommy...
I'm so excited to say that I got the exact birth that I wanted. I went to sleep on the night of July 1st thinking that it could be the night, though I have to say that I'd thought that for at least a week. But it did feel different somehow. I packed The Bean's lunch for the next day at school, something I never do the night before, but was suddenly inclined to do. Went to bed around 10pm and was so uncomfortable – my cervix hurt like someone had taken a knife to it, though I wasn't having any contractions. Woke up at midnight to pee. Woke up at 2am to pee. Woke up at 3:45am to pee. At this point, I noticed a few contractions that felt different than the Braxton Hicks I'd been feeling for weeks. Got out of bed and started timing them at 4:02am. By 5:00am decided to walk around the block, just to keep things moving along as they were spaced kind of randomly – 5 min, 10 min, 4 min, 8 min… Walked for about 20 minutes. Came home and decided to wake Huz up to tell him that today was the day. When I woke him, I told him that it wasn't time yet, but that I thought it would be this morning. It was about 5:30am at this point. I told him to plan not to go to work and that I was jumping in the shower. As soon as I got in the shower, I noticed that contractions moved to every three minutes. I finished quickly and got out as Huz was getting in the shower. I told him that they were every 3 minutes and he asked if he still had enough time to shower. I told him yes and decided to call my OB and our friend who would watch The Bean while we were at the hospital. Apparently I said "It's no immewdiate rush – maybe get here in 5 or 10 minutes." LOL. Anyway, she got to our house a few minutes before 6:00am. We went over the details of The Bean's care with her and woke him to say that we were going to get baby sister out of Mommy's tummy. He seemed to get it and was cool with staying behind without us. We left the house at probably 6:10am and got to the hospital at 6:15am. On the way I had one contraction, but still was thinking that I was too early and that I'd be told to walk the halls for hours, which is what I was dreading. Huz dropped me off at admitting and parked the car. Suddenly the contractions were every 2 minutes. I fought with the woman at the admitting desk who insisted that I needed to sign forms before I could go upstairs. I told her that I have a history of short labors, that my contractions were 2 minutes apart, and that I needed to go upstairs. She told me to wait. Huz says I growled at her. After the longest 5-8 minutes of my life, she had me sign oodles of paperwork (I have no idea what I signed) and let me go upstairs. I told the charge nurse that I was contracting every 2 minutes and so I got to bypass triage and went straight to a room. Got undressed, put on a gown, sat on my birthing ball. There is a picture of me on it smiling, which in hindsight seems nuts. It's about 6:33am. The nurse says I need to get in the bed so she can check my cervix and that I need to be on the monitors for 20 minutes to measure the contractions and the baby's heart rate. After that, I was told, I could return to my birthing ball. She checks me and I tell her that I know I'm going to be disappointed that I'm not as far along as I wanted to be. She asks where I think I am and I guess 3-4cm. She tells me that I'm at 7. Whoot! She takes my medical history and asks about my birth plan – all natural for me, please. She asks if I mind an IV line and I tell her that I'd actually like a bag of fluids, as I know I'm dehydrated. She starts to do that, but by now my contractions are right on top of each other – I ask about them and am told that they are every 1.5 minutes lasting for 1 minute each. Because of this, she can't get the IV line in, so I end up not only med free, but IV free. After about 10-15 minutes, I tell her that I'm feeling pushy. She says I'm at 9cm and she breaks my water. Clear. Whew. They set up my mirror - holy cow. It was incredible to watch my progress. I then I NEEDED to push. Asked if I could. The nurses said that they wouldn't stop me but wish I would wait, presumably for my doctor. I pushed. Four nurses delivered me – not a doctor in sight. Sprout was born at 7:02am on 7/2 weighing in at 8lb. 3oz. and 18.5 inches. My doctor arrived 10 minutes after the fact to deliver my placenta and give me 6 stitches. Gee, thanks.
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