Wednesday, August 26, 2009
My big girl....she's 34" tall (97th %) and weighs 27 lbs 8 oz (85th %).
My little girl.....she's 21 1/2" tall (80%) and weighs 9 lbs 4 oz (50th %).
Her little umbilical cord stump is gone. I cried and cried over this. It never bothered me for the "big kids". I was actually so glad for it to be gone. I thought I would feel the same way for Sophie as well until it was almost off. Then it hit me, this is my last baby and her last physical connection to being in my body is gone. Oh, it makes me all teary just thinking of it. My Wonderful Husband reminds me, "these kids are so connected to you, don't worry" and gives me a big hug.
He's so sweet. I love him more and more each day. I feel like I've fallen in love with him all over
Sophie had her first real bath. She did really well. I thought I would do her bath when the "big kids" had their bath (My Wonderful Husband usually does their bath!). They finished early and came running to us. They were so excited and so helpful. Now, they hardly take a bath and are in with me giving Sophie a bath.
All is well. I love my family. I love my life. I am so blessed. Thank you Jesus!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
It was a fun time!
We arrived at the hospital at 6:00 am for the amniocentesis. But before the amnio I had a "NST" (Non Stress Test). They hook up two monitors on my baby belly and then I push a button every time the baby moves. She moved a lot in between the contractions I was still having. Since I was having regular contractions Dr F checked to see how far I was dilated in hopes that I would not even have to do the amnio. No such luck. On to the amnio.
My neighbor was right, there wasn't much to be worried about with the amnio. I guess there certainly could be but at this point (38 weeks), my husband and I felt comfortable doing this. Our doctor was also very comfortable with the procedure. She does an ultrasound to find a pocket of fluid and then preps my baby belly for the needle insertion. I was given Novocaine in the area that she actually would put the needle in. I should also mention that she does not do the procedure if the only fluid she can find is around the baby's face. So there was the possibility that we would have to try again later if that happened. Thankfully for us, she found two good "spots" she could pull fluid from. After about an hour our nurse came back and said we were a "go". Now on to prepping for the c-section.
I was impressed with how all three of my c-sections were handled. Each experience was different but the birth of Karley and Sophie were more alike than the birth of Henry. I'll write about the birth of my older two in another post.
This is how it went for Sophie.
After the nurse said we were going to have her today there were a number of neurological staff members that came in to ask questions about my health and the pregnancy. They really took the time to make sure everything was okay. Then they started an IV line with "fluids". Adam was asked to change into his scrubs and then we would go down to the Operating Room. When I think about this I still feel the same way when we were going to the OR. I gave my husband a hug and had tears in my eyes. I kept thinking about the story of Matt, Liz & Madeline. I feared this would happen to us. I walked down to the OR and then when I was all "set up" then Adam would come into the room. The room was extremely cold. I am not sure why but for some reason it's supposed to be that way. I was shaking. The anesthesiologist put a heater in my blanket to keep me warm until they actually started. Adam came in, I was so glad to see him. I think from that point on I cried the entire time. It seemed to take forever. Adam watched the entire time and I just watched him. I knew I would know from him if something was wrong. On they go. Adam took pictures as soon as he could see the baby being pulled out of my belly. In my opinion they really are something to see. I am glad I have these pictures. She cried and then I cried even more.
It was amazing, awesome, a miracle, sweet, and a true blessing from God.
She is amazing, awesome, a miracle, sweet and a true blessing from God.
Adam is amazing, awesome a miracle, sweet, my rock and a true blessing from God.
After the team assessed the Sophie, she and Adam left for the nursery. Then they stitched me up. It took what seemed like forever. I had a lot of whatever it was they gave me to not feel anything and what was odd was that I didn't feel like I was breathing. It was the strangest thing. I felt like I had to take huge deep breaths. I expressed my concern to the anesthesiologist and he said he is a normal feeling (not one that I ever had before) and that I was doing "great". I guess I was doing "great" but it sure "felt" odd and scary. I was glad to be wheeled out of there. I was then brought to the my room where Adam and Sophie joined me.
Our older (that sounds funny to say since they really aren't much older) joined us. My sister was watching them and was nice enough to bring them to see us. We were so shocked by how much they were in love with her. They were all about kisses and making sure she was in the "crib".
My sister and her two girls, aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends all came to visit us in the hospital. We enjoyed all we came, brought gifts and sent well wishes. Thank you! We are surrounded by wonderful people!
PS. Having a c-section was not my original "birth plan" but sometimes you get what you get. I am just glad all my babes were delivered to me safely.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Karley wasn't exactly thrilled. She didn't react the same way Henry did when he first saw her (she cried, he cried and wanted nothing to do with either of us. I don't even need to mention how that effected me.) She didn't cry either. She just had a look like "what the heck?" A little later when I picked the baby up Karley didn't really do much. I guess that's a good sign for next week? We'll see our baby might be a different story.
I was instantly in love with the baby. This baby.....this poor baby who comes to daycare from foster care. Whose mother, thankfully, was forced to give her up because of her neglect to her other 5 children and her terrible drug use. The answer is yes, she was more than likely doing drugs while pregnant. The baby seems to be doing well and doesn't have any after effects of her mother's poor choices. But really I guess that remains to be seen. This so saddens me. It also breaks my heart that this baby doesn't have a name. She's nine weeks old and doesn't have a name.
I sat and watched this beautiful baby and thought of my blogger friend Kerri Ann. Watching this baby just Melted My Heart. I so wanted to tell my neighbor Kerri to just leave her here....I'll take care of her. I'll make sure she never knows any hurt or pain like she may with her own mother. I won't let this baby go through all the suffering her older sisters have been through. I won't let her ever feel hunger. Hunger for food, love, attention and who knows what else. My neighbor feels the same way. I bet Kerri Ann feels the same way about a baby or child she hasn't yet met.
Some people or things just Melt My Heart. This baby was one. I pray for the best outcome for the baby and for her five sisters. I also thankful that Kerri Ann and her husband are going to be people that will be a safe harbor for a baby like "baby".
I've started this post several times and my thoughts are all over the place. Are they always or just lately? Time will tell. Maybe I'll make it simple.
Today is Friday....my sister and her two girls might come today. I'll find out shortly. We've talked about going to fair and then the boys would stay for the truck pull. What is a tractor pull? It's the craziest thing...semi-trucks pull weight down a straight stretch of a track and whoever can go the furthest the fastest with the most weight wins. Something like that. Doesn't it sound fun? Does it sound redneck? I think this idea has been scrapped due to the raining weather today. Then there was the idea of going to my sister-in-laws for haircuts and dinner. What do I mean haircuts? I mean I give all the kids haircuts as well as my brother-in-law. Yes, I am a professional haircutter. Or I used to be. I guess I can say I still am as I am licensed for two and half more years.
Saturday, I hope to make it to the grocery store alone. I'll get some things for my sister and Mom to make while I'm in the hospital. Saturday night we are going to our nephews 11th birthday party.
Sunday....relax spend the day at home. If it's nice go to the beach across the street with the kids. My sister will be here for sure on Sunday. We'll all hang out. Maybe I'll finish packing my bag? Probably should get that done.
Then Monday. Monday. Monday. August 10. Monday. Will we have a baby? I am thinking we will. BUT there is a chance we won't.
We really are going back to late night feedings, new baby teeth, teaching a baby how to eat, burp clothes, tiny diapers, swaddling, tiny fingers, tiny toes, crying in the middle of the night, and zero sleep. We are going to experience, first smiles, giggles, baptism, pictures galore, first rolling over, tummy time, first crawling, and first walking.
I am amazed at the fact that I will be away from my husband, kids (well, not all of them but being in the hospital is different), and home for three nights. I am not usually with out one of the people in my family. This is kind of a weird thing for me. Weird because I always used to be alone. Now I am never alone. That really is a strange thought for me.
We'll see what Monday brings...
So....by this time my reasons have changed even further. I have decided that I am just not going to get to any scrap booking any time soon. I don't really have a place to keep it all set up nor do I don't have the time to be away from home on a regular basis. Not to mention how much money it takes to get the pages all "perfect" I have started journaling by pen I've never kept it up. So blogging has now become a combination of scrap booking and journaling for my kids. I plan to put most of the content in a book at the end of each year and then someday my kids will have the books. So that is now my primary reason for blogging.
I think Mama Bear's Alphabity Moments would be a really fun book to have some day and will probably start that when they come back to "A" in a couple of weeks.
So with all that, I am thinking of how I might like to "set up" this book. I am thinking about "chapters" as I go and what to put in them. We'll see how things go. I plan on making the book at the end of each year? Too much content? Too little? We'll see.
I love making family calendars online so I think this book will also be a great idea. My hopes are to take better pictures and to become a better writer. It will be hard....my thoughts are always so "all over the board".
Wish me luck!
Monday, August 3, 2009
We decided to give the "projects" a rest and just do whatever. It was nice. I think Adam and I were both tired of trying to get everything done before the baby comes. It is what it is at this point. I think at this point I'd just like to clean my kitchen counter tops off, pack a bag for me and for the baby. Then it's all good. Oh load the car seat. Will that be "enough" to get done? Probably not. As I sit and write this I am thinking of a million more things I want to get done. When does it end? Like never?
Anyway, we had a good weekend. I quick snapped these two pictures from dinner on Saturday night. We grilled burgers, had tuna salad and local sweet corn. It was good. The kids skipped everything and only feasted on this:
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Friday wasn't a very good day for me. I was up every two hours and was extremely tired by morning I was exhausted. The kids were in a funk themselves and just didn't listen to anything. Of course I didn't have any patience either. So until I had a two hour afternoon nap, I just didn't function unless you call shedding a river of tears functioning. So I got a lot of Not Me's going on for Friday.
There is no way I would lay on the couch while my 2.5 year old emptied his own "little potty" into the toilet and then wash it out from the bathroom sink. Not me! I wouldn't be this (self imposed) confined to the couch.
Oh and something spilled on the floor but of course I cleaned that up right away.
I also wouldn't purposely let my kids sleep until 4:15 pm knowing full well this would mean they won't go to bed until late. So what does this mean? It means that I got more of a break during the day and my Wonderful Husband will probably be "daddying" with the kids while I go to bed early. I wouldn't do that (not normally). Not me!
I also wouldn't have not one, but two pair of underwear sitting on the sidewalk waiting to be sprayed out from a potty training accident. Not me! But if it were just on the side of the house sidewalk it wouldn't be as bad right?
What else? Could there be more. Oh yes I am sure there are plenty of things I wouldn't do, you know me being 36 weeks pregnant and all. I run a tight ship and my house is tidy and my kids are angels and I make "Becky Homecky" meals every night. That's just who I am, I can't help it. I never let things go.
I also never call my husband at 10 am and ask when he's coming home. Not me!
I am happy to say that this past week has been a better week. I decided I need to scale it back a little and relax!