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Saturday, November 3, 2012
Oakley's Birth Day.
I've been meaning and wanting to write this post since last Wednesday night; the night Oakley Wray was born. I wanted it to be fresh in my mind and not to forget any of the little details. Rest assured, a week and 2 days later, I remember everything as if it happened yesterday.
We had been so back and fourth as to how our little one would be brought into the world (and when). When I had Ryder, I had gone into the L&D for a completely different reason, my heart was racing like 180bpm and while I was there my water had just so happen to break and they kept me. My labor and deliver was easy-peasy. Even with no contractions at all when I went in, and having pitocin, I had him almost exactly 7 hours after we arrived at the hospital for my heart palpitations. I knew the 2nd time around had a good chance of being even quicker than that.
As I mentioned in past posts, My Doctor {who i LOVE}, was out of town my 36-37w, the weekend in between my 37 & 38 and was leaving again from Thursday-Monday of the end of my 39th week. Remind me not to have my next kid during Elk Hunting, please.
I was a wreck. As much as I had been told "the Dr. doesn't do much anyway", or "any Dr. can deliver your baby, it's not a big deal".. it was to me. I remember not being so sure if I had made the right choice having him as my Doctor the first time around, until I saw how fantastic he was in the delivery room. He cared, and I could feel it. He was in my hospital room at 6am. the next morning checking on me, sat down and had a conversation like he had nothing else on his agenda that day. I remember thinking, this is how it should be. When I got pregnant while we were still living in TX, my biggest anxiety was not being able to find someone to fill his shoes.
Tyler and I had decided, if baby hadn't come before Monday, we'd be induced Wednesday before he left. We kept everyone out of the loop, as induction is so controversial and after praying and talking about it together it's what we felt was right, and didn't need or want any outside opinions.
Monday came, and Dr. Torres called me... No available inductions on Wednesday. AND the hospital policy won't allow it a day before 39 weeks. I was devastated. For sure, I'd deliver, with a Dr. I've never met, sometime while he was gone the following weekend. He could tell I was frustrated, crying {at that point} and told me to come in before his c-section at 11:30. Luckily, I had showered but with no make-up on, my hair in a bun, and no one to watch Ryder, we headed out.
He checked my progress.. Now, walking around 5cm dilated and 80% effaced. What a joke, I was pretty sure my kid would just walk out, with no sign of contractions or labor at all. He told me He'd call the hospital everyday and see if anyone had their baby and we could take their spot. But if I started having contractions and they got 5-7min apart, to go in. They wouldn't send me home because of my progress already.
That whole day, I had contractions. 10 min apart for hours, then nothing, then they'd start to get closer. I called Tyler and had him come home. They stopped completely for a while, then they'd start up again. At one point, we went on a walk and they were consistently coming 2-3 min apart. We got home, and I wanted to get Ryder to sleep just in case we had to go, but laying down and relaxing stopped them completely.
Tyler had the next 2 days off, so it was kind of just a waiting game. On Wed, we got Ryder into the Doctor. He had been coughing and had a runny nose and we wanted to make sure he got the care he needed before baby. He ended up having an ear infection, which totally explained his grumpiness the last week.
We headed over to Target for some more Thank You cards and a few other things. We had just gotten in the car when I got a call from a Private caller. I answered, and it was Torres. He asked what I was doing today, to which I replied "having a baby??". He told me I was, and that he was able to bug them enough to get me in for an induction at 3pm. AH. I'm pretty sure I said something along the lines of, "I could kiss you right now". {and probably would have ;)}
We tried to keep the day as normal as possible, we went to Port of Subs for lunch, and headed over to the park to eat our lunch and for some time with Ryder. It was so surreal to know that it would be our last time on a lunch date, at the park, playing with Ryder, as a family of 3. It was very bitter-sweet.
We left Ryder with my mom, who was meeting up with my dad to take him. We left the house around 2:30 and got to the hospital right before 3. They were all ready for me. They handed me a gown and i got into bed. At this point I was having about one contraction an hour, but they were certainly more painful than the previous days. The nurse came in to get my blood drawn and monitor the baby for the mandatory half hour before they could start the pitocin.
The nurse called my Dr. He gave her orders to get my epidural going before she even started the pit. (You have to be at a 4 to have an epidural, and I was already a 5). Music to my ears... He also told her he was headed over to break my water. It ended up that she started the pitocin right before the anesthesiologist came in. I was a little worried, usually you want the epidural because your pain is so unbearable that you can't take it. At this point, I was in no pain.
It actually went great. Not having to breathe through contractions and try to relax my back and belly as he was sticking a massive needle in my back was actually really nice. I swear this guy was magic, he was in and out of my room in a matter of minutes and I started to feel numb in no time. At one point I had to have my mom make sure I was even having contractions, I felt nothing but the guy did such a great job that I still had feeling in my legs and feet so I didn't feel so anxious.
We waited, and waited and my Dr. didn't show. They called him quite a few times with no answer. They finally came in to tell me that he had to stop by his son's orchestra concert first. I'm assuming because he remembered last time. Once my water was broken I went from a 6-10 in 40 minutes. I was frustrated, because I knew by this time my baby would've been here if he had come when he said but since I wasn't in pain and we were watching Grown Ups, I couldn't really complain.
He finally showed up at about 7:45. I had some words with him, to which he replied, "my wife would've beat me if I didn't make an appearance. My response "well I'm going to beat you.. but I guess you have to live with her". He then continued: "you know Whitney, you're lucky I've learned to block you out". {yeah, we have that kind of relationship. I laughed, and probably called him something along the lines of an ass.. I'm not positive}.
He broke my water, and I started feeling pressure immediately. He stayed and talked for a bit, checked me again (now at a 7 just minutes after he broke my water), and told us he was headed home to pack and load up his ATVs for his hunting trip the next day. We all warned him that he'd get home and have to turn right around. I think he saw the fear in my eyes.. I was sure he'd miss it if he left, all of this work to make sure he delivered my baby, would be flushed down the toilet. He came over to my bed and said "they'll call me, I promise I'll make it back."
The pressure got worse and worse. I was having to breathe and "he he who" during my contractions that were now back-to-back. Now at a 10 (45min on the nose), my nurse was prepping the room for delivery and knew that she may have to deliver. She had even called up front to warn them that if she pressed the call button it was because she needed assistance. She called Torres and told him he was cordially invited to a birthday party. "already?!" yep.. we warned you!
My body was telling me to push, and as much as I was told not to, I blocked everyone out. I couldn't just lay there. Even when I didn't push, my body did for me. I remember thinking.. Woman's body's are seriously incredible. Torres walked in the door and I can't even express the relief I felt. He suited up (he didn't have time to do that with Ryder.. but he was wearing cowboy boots both time. Which made me super happy). I started pushing and told him at any cost to avoid an epesiotomy. I had one with Ryder and the healing process was miserable.
He respected my wishes and did everything he possibly could to stretch me and try to make it possible. Oakley was coming down quick. I only pushed through about 5 contractions. Throughout the whole thing my Doctor kept looking straight at me, telling me "you're doing great, Whitney", "perfect", and reassuring me that I could do it.
At 9:01pm on October 24th, 2012, our perfect son was born. Weighing in at 7lbs. 15oz and 20 1/2in.
He had quite a bit of fluid in his lungs so they kept him over, sucking stuff out for what seemed like forever. Dr. Torres stayed with me to assess the damage. Which was pretty severe. I chose tearing over cutting and it seemed that I made a huge mistake. It took nearly an hour for him to stitch up, down and all around. He asked for more soutchers at least 5 times. (seriously, ouch.) About half way through my epidural was nearly worn off and I could feel everything. He gave me a shot of local anesthetic and got back to work. He had made the comment "I think a c-section would've been easier on you.. and required half the stitches, seriously."
I'm more than grateful that he cared. I told him that more than once. That he took the time to do what needed to be done and make things as normal as he could. He assured me that everything would be perfect once healed. That you wouldn't even know it happened. I thought to myself, 'what if another Doctor would've delivered my baby. Someone who I knew didn't care about me like I know my Doctor does. What if I had to suffer life-long problems from this, just because he was out of town.' I was so relieved, and thankful that the Lord knew and answered our prayers. That my Dr. was here and took care of me like I knew he would.
About the same time that my business was done, Oakley's lungs were cleared out enough that the nurse was comfortable to let me have some skin-on-skin time. She thought nursing would help him clear out and help his heavy-fast breathing calm down. He latched on first try, and she was exactly right. Within a minute or so, all of his symptoms had cleared up. He was so peaceful and perfect.
I had my mom headed over to McDonald's for my 2 cheeseburger meal that I had been craving all day while I couldn't eat and called my Dad to have him bring Ryder out to meet his brother. The family reunion didn't exactly go as I had imagined it would. Ryder had just fallen to sleep in the car after a trip to the park, playing at McDonald's and not napping all day. He was grouchy and crying, and was overwhelmed by everything in the room. They only stayed for about 10 minutes, long enough to get the most epic first family photo, and to steal the "pink gum" out of my purse. :)
Despite all that had happened, things that did or didn't go the way I had planned, I felt so complete. More than I ever have in my life. I have two gorgeous sons who are perfectly healthy. A husband who I love more than anything in this world, and goes above and beyond to provide for his family; who makes sure we have everything we need and makes it possible for me to stay home and raise our children.
Pregnancy, and the birth of your own child is nothing short of a miracle. Experiencing labor and delivery is the most surreal and amazing experience I've ever had. I'm so fortunate to be able to do all of those things and with my very best friend. Don't be surprised if we have a few more. :)
We had been so back and fourth as to how our little one would be brought into the world (and when). When I had Ryder, I had gone into the L&D for a completely different reason, my heart was racing like 180bpm and while I was there my water had just so happen to break and they kept me. My labor and deliver was easy-peasy. Even with no contractions at all when I went in, and having pitocin, I had him almost exactly 7 hours after we arrived at the hospital for my heart palpitations. I knew the 2nd time around had a good chance of being even quicker than that.
As I mentioned in past posts, My Doctor {who i LOVE}, was out of town my 36-37w, the weekend in between my 37 & 38 and was leaving again from Thursday-Monday of the end of my 39th week. Remind me not to have my next kid during Elk Hunting, please.
I was a wreck. As much as I had been told "the Dr. doesn't do much anyway", or "any Dr. can deliver your baby, it's not a big deal".. it was to me. I remember not being so sure if I had made the right choice having him as my Doctor the first time around, until I saw how fantastic he was in the delivery room. He cared, and I could feel it. He was in my hospital room at 6am. the next morning checking on me, sat down and had a conversation like he had nothing else on his agenda that day. I remember thinking, this is how it should be. When I got pregnant while we were still living in TX, my biggest anxiety was not being able to find someone to fill his shoes.
Tyler and I had decided, if baby hadn't come before Monday, we'd be induced Wednesday before he left. We kept everyone out of the loop, as induction is so controversial and after praying and talking about it together it's what we felt was right, and didn't need or want any outside opinions.
Monday came, and Dr. Torres called me... No available inductions on Wednesday. AND the hospital policy won't allow it a day before 39 weeks. I was devastated. For sure, I'd deliver, with a Dr. I've never met, sometime while he was gone the following weekend. He could tell I was frustrated, crying {at that point} and told me to come in before his c-section at 11:30. Luckily, I had showered but with no make-up on, my hair in a bun, and no one to watch Ryder, we headed out.
He checked my progress.. Now, walking around 5cm dilated and 80% effaced. What a joke, I was pretty sure my kid would just walk out, with no sign of contractions or labor at all. He told me He'd call the hospital everyday and see if anyone had their baby and we could take their spot. But if I started having contractions and they got 5-7min apart, to go in. They wouldn't send me home because of my progress already.
That whole day, I had contractions. 10 min apart for hours, then nothing, then they'd start to get closer. I called Tyler and had him come home. They stopped completely for a while, then they'd start up again. At one point, we went on a walk and they were consistently coming 2-3 min apart. We got home, and I wanted to get Ryder to sleep just in case we had to go, but laying down and relaxing stopped them completely.
Tyler had the next 2 days off, so it was kind of just a waiting game. On Wed, we got Ryder into the Doctor. He had been coughing and had a runny nose and we wanted to make sure he got the care he needed before baby. He ended up having an ear infection, which totally explained his grumpiness the last week.
We headed over to Target for some more Thank You cards and a few other things. We had just gotten in the car when I got a call from a Private caller. I answered, and it was Torres. He asked what I was doing today, to which I replied "having a baby??". He told me I was, and that he was able to bug them enough to get me in for an induction at 3pm. AH. I'm pretty sure I said something along the lines of, "I could kiss you right now". {and probably would have ;)}
We tried to keep the day as normal as possible, we went to Port of Subs for lunch, and headed over to the park to eat our lunch and for some time with Ryder. It was so surreal to know that it would be our last time on a lunch date, at the park, playing with Ryder, as a family of 3. It was very bitter-sweet.
We left Ryder with my mom, who was meeting up with my dad to take him. We left the house around 2:30 and got to the hospital right before 3. They were all ready for me. They handed me a gown and i got into bed. At this point I was having about one contraction an hour, but they were certainly more painful than the previous days. The nurse came in to get my blood drawn and monitor the baby for the mandatory half hour before they could start the pitocin. The nurse called my Dr. He gave her orders to get my epidural going before she even started the pit. (You have to be at a 4 to have an epidural, and I was already a 5). Music to my ears... He also told her he was headed over to break my water. It ended up that she started the pitocin right before the anesthesiologist came in. I was a little worried, usually you want the epidural because your pain is so unbearable that you can't take it. At this point, I was in no pain.
It actually went great. Not having to breathe through contractions and try to relax my back and belly as he was sticking a massive needle in my back was actually really nice. I swear this guy was magic, he was in and out of my room in a matter of minutes and I started to feel numb in no time. At one point I had to have my mom make sure I was even having contractions, I felt nothing but the guy did such a great job that I still had feeling in my legs and feet so I didn't feel so anxious.
We waited, and waited and my Dr. didn't show. They called him quite a few times with no answer. They finally came in to tell me that he had to stop by his son's orchestra concert first. I'm assuming because he remembered last time. Once my water was broken I went from a 6-10 in 40 minutes. I was frustrated, because I knew by this time my baby would've been here if he had come when he said but since I wasn't in pain and we were watching Grown Ups, I couldn't really complain.
He finally showed up at about 7:45. I had some words with him, to which he replied, "my wife would've beat me if I didn't make an appearance. My response "well I'm going to beat you.. but I guess you have to live with her". He then continued: "you know Whitney, you're lucky I've learned to block you out". {yeah, we have that kind of relationship. I laughed, and probably called him something along the lines of an ass.. I'm not positive}.
He broke my water, and I started feeling pressure immediately. He stayed and talked for a bit, checked me again (now at a 7 just minutes after he broke my water), and told us he was headed home to pack and load up his ATVs for his hunting trip the next day. We all warned him that he'd get home and have to turn right around. I think he saw the fear in my eyes.. I was sure he'd miss it if he left, all of this work to make sure he delivered my baby, would be flushed down the toilet. He came over to my bed and said "they'll call me, I promise I'll make it back."
The pressure got worse and worse. I was having to breathe and "he he who" during my contractions that were now back-to-back. Now at a 10 (45min on the nose), my nurse was prepping the room for delivery and knew that she may have to deliver. She had even called up front to warn them that if she pressed the call button it was because she needed assistance. She called Torres and told him he was cordially invited to a birthday party. "already?!" yep.. we warned you!
My body was telling me to push, and as much as I was told not to, I blocked everyone out. I couldn't just lay there. Even when I didn't push, my body did for me. I remember thinking.. Woman's body's are seriously incredible. Torres walked in the door and I can't even express the relief I felt. He suited up (he didn't have time to do that with Ryder.. but he was wearing cowboy boots both time. Which made me super happy). I started pushing and told him at any cost to avoid an epesiotomy. I had one with Ryder and the healing process was miserable.
He respected my wishes and did everything he possibly could to stretch me and try to make it possible. Oakley was coming down quick. I only pushed through about 5 contractions. Throughout the whole thing my Doctor kept looking straight at me, telling me "you're doing great, Whitney", "perfect", and reassuring me that I could do it.
At 9:01pm on October 24th, 2012, our perfect son was born. Weighing in at 7lbs. 15oz and 20 1/2in.
He had quite a bit of fluid in his lungs so they kept him over, sucking stuff out for what seemed like forever. Dr. Torres stayed with me to assess the damage. Which was pretty severe. I chose tearing over cutting and it seemed that I made a huge mistake. It took nearly an hour for him to stitch up, down and all around. He asked for more soutchers at least 5 times. (seriously, ouch.) About half way through my epidural was nearly worn off and I could feel everything. He gave me a shot of local anesthetic and got back to work. He had made the comment "I think a c-section would've been easier on you.. and required half the stitches, seriously."
I'm more than grateful that he cared. I told him that more than once. That he took the time to do what needed to be done and make things as normal as he could. He assured me that everything would be perfect once healed. That you wouldn't even know it happened. I thought to myself, 'what if another Doctor would've delivered my baby. Someone who I knew didn't care about me like I know my Doctor does. What if I had to suffer life-long problems from this, just because he was out of town.' I was so relieved, and thankful that the Lord knew and answered our prayers. That my Dr. was here and took care of me like I knew he would.
About the same time that my business was done, Oakley's lungs were cleared out enough that the nurse was comfortable to let me have some skin-on-skin time. She thought nursing would help him clear out and help his heavy-fast breathing calm down. He latched on first try, and she was exactly right. Within a minute or so, all of his symptoms had cleared up. He was so peaceful and perfect.
I had my mom headed over to McDonald's for my 2 cheeseburger meal that I had been craving all day while I couldn't eat and called my Dad to have him bring Ryder out to meet his brother. The family reunion didn't exactly go as I had imagined it would. Ryder had just fallen to sleep in the car after a trip to the park, playing at McDonald's and not napping all day. He was grouchy and crying, and was overwhelmed by everything in the room. They only stayed for about 10 minutes, long enough to get the most epic first family photo, and to steal the "pink gum" out of my purse. :)
Despite all that had happened, things that did or didn't go the way I had planned, I felt so complete. More than I ever have in my life. I have two gorgeous sons who are perfectly healthy. A husband who I love more than anything in this world, and goes above and beyond to provide for his family; who makes sure we have everything we need and makes it possible for me to stay home and raise our children.
Pregnancy, and the birth of your own child is nothing short of a miracle. Experiencing labor and delivery is the most surreal and amazing experience I've ever had. I'm so fortunate to be able to do all of those things and with my very best friend. Don't be surprised if we have a few more. :)
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Weeks 36 & 37
36 & 37 weeks
These last two weeks have been insane. My Doctor told me at my 36w appointment that he would be out of town from my 36 1/2w- 37 1/2w mark. No big deal. It totally stressed me out. Especially because in the same conversation he told me "history will likely repeat itself" as in, have a baby a couple weeks early {as I did with Ryder}. He also told me I was measuring 3 weeks past my due date when I've been measuring a week early almost the whole time. Which probably means baby has already dropped. I already assumed that by the amount of pressure I've been having but he scheduled me for an ultrasound just to make sure everything was good.
The same day we finalized our flooring for our house and had maternity pictures. Ryder hadn't napped and he fell asleep in the car 5 minutes before we got to the park where we were taking the pictures. I thought for sure the pictures would be awful, Ryder would be crying or sleeping in all of them and I wasn't going to have them to look back on. I was so wrong. Ryder was awesome. He loved the little creek that ran through, the ducks and turtles and was pretty compliant with everything we asked him to do. We've seen the preview pictures and LOVE them. I'm getting the CD tonight and I'll hopefully have time to be able to post a few of my favorites before little O arrives.
I had my baby shower that following Saturday. My mom, Julie and Dominique did such a good job with all of the planning and cute ideas, and my awesome friend, Courtney offered her adorable home! The theme was "ready to POP". We had a whole table of 'things that pop' including, a variety of pop corn, tootsie pops, cake pops and a tray of fruit to 'pop something healthy'. It was seriously adorable.
We literally got everything we needed for baby, plus some. LOTS of diapers, adorable handmade quilts and blankets, clothes.. you name it! There were a few things we still needed and we were able to cover all of those with the gift cards and cash we received! We feel so fortunate to have such amazing friends and family who are just as excited for this little dude as we are! Thank you!
How far along: 36 & 37weeks
Maternity clothes: Absolutely. I bought some new jeans and a shirt for maternity pictures, even though I said I wasn't buying any more. But really now, I'm done. I'm suffering through the cold weather we've had, wearing over-sized hoodies and hoping it gets a little warmer for the remainder just so I don't have to break down and buy anything I'm only going to wear for a week or two.
Morning sickness: No
Cravings: I've eaten and craved {almost every day} Crispix cereal. I had never had it until last week. My dad went grocery shopping and remembered he used to like it and bought a box. I've since had to buy 2 more boxes.. delish! Also, my mother in law made a homemade angel food cake with cool whip and strawberries for my SIL's birthday. I ate two pieces that night.. and didn't even feel bad. And have since wanted it every single day.
Food aversions: Nothing really that I can think of. I went grocery shopping today while I was hungry and I gagged a few times. Once, walking buy the chicken wing stand they have, and a couple other times when I'd smell the meat counter from an aisle.
Labor signs: Well... remember how I said my Dr is out of town? I saw the nurse practitioner {who I love and wish delivered babies} and she did an exam. I was {as of Wednesday} 3cm dilated and 80% effaced. She told me I may not make it until Monday when Torres gets back. Since, I've been doing all I can to avoid going into labor. Seems crazy, since by this time, last time I was doing everything in my power to bring it on. But I can still tell it's coming. A few new symptoms every day, today my back is especially KILLING me. I really hope I can hold off until Monday, but it's getting painful enough that I may not mind if it came down to it.
Belly button in or out: Out. Just to give you a little visual.. Ryder pointed to it the other day and said "MOM! Boobie." cute.
Maternity clothes: Absolutely. I bought some new jeans and a shirt for maternity pictures, even though I said I wasn't buying any more. But really now, I'm done. I'm suffering through the cold weather we've had, wearing over-sized hoodies and hoping it gets a little warmer for the remainder just so I don't have to break down and buy anything I'm only going to wear for a week or two.
Morning sickness: No
Cravings: I've eaten and craved {almost every day} Crispix cereal. I had never had it until last week. My dad went grocery shopping and remembered he used to like it and bought a box. I've since had to buy 2 more boxes.. delish! Also, my mother in law made a homemade angel food cake with cool whip and strawberries for my SIL's birthday. I ate two pieces that night.. and didn't even feel bad. And have since wanted it every single day.
Food aversions: Nothing really that I can think of. I went grocery shopping today while I was hungry and I gagged a few times. Once, walking buy the chicken wing stand they have, and a couple other times when I'd smell the meat counter from an aisle.
Labor signs: Well... remember how I said my Dr is out of town? I saw the nurse practitioner {who I love and wish delivered babies} and she did an exam. I was {as of Wednesday} 3cm dilated and 80% effaced. She told me I may not make it until Monday when Torres gets back. Since, I've been doing all I can to avoid going into labor. Seems crazy, since by this time, last time I was doing everything in my power to bring it on. But I can still tell it's coming. A few new symptoms every day, today my back is especially KILLING me. I really hope I can hold off until Monday, but it's getting painful enough that I may not mind if it came down to it.
Belly button in or out: Out. Just to give you a little visual.. Ryder pointed to it the other day and said "MOM! Boobie." cute.
What I miss:
I thought I'd turn this into "What I'm going to miss:" because honestly at this point, I don't remember what it's like to not be pregnant.
I think mostly I'm going to miss all of the 1 on 1 time with Ryder. Every day I lay him down in my bed with me for nap. We sing and cuddle and nap for a few hours, I'm really going to miss that. I'm going to miss being able to play whenever he wants, hold him whenever he puts his arms up and tells me "mommy, i'na hold you". {melts.my.heart} He's been my whole world for two years and I'm just worried he'll resent me for this.
Before I make myself cry, here's another: I'm gonna miss my belly table. Sometimes it's REALLY convenient. Like, for eating my crispix while watching Criminal Minds. ;)
Milestones this week: Hitting full term. It's such a relief to know that when I have this little nugget, he should be healthy and able to come home with us. It's such a feeling of relief, I can't wait to meet him.
We've really been focusing on getting our time in with Ryder these last few weeks and doing things he'll enjoy. Tyler set up the new stroller and Ryder absolutely loves it! Yesterday he insisted we use it at Target, instead of a cart and he was pretty dang good! We've also been using it to go on nightly walks, even though my instincts tell me to put those off until Monday.
We went the pumpkin patch this week, too, followed by Nielson's Frozen Custard. We'll likely go again if Oakley arrives before Halloween to take the boy's pictures, actually purchase pumpkins and because Ryder had so much fun for so little money! I feel like there's so much that has happened and so many memories that habe been made recently that I'll never ever forget. I love my boys.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Week 35
This week was exceptionally better than the last. I finally kicked most of the sickness and I'm feeling much better. Our house is progressing so fast and I'm getting so anxious about it! We have complete framing done and it finally looks like a house, this week we're expecting to see duct work, electrical and plumbing throughout.. I seriously can't wait.
I swear Ryder gets more funny every day. He's a parrot, which is sometimes hilarious, and other times.. still hilarious, but not as good. I said dammit out of frustration the other day, and he proceeded to yell it at everything the rest of the day... Bad mom award. I think he's becoming more aware of my pregnant status. I don't know if it's because my belly is so big or because we talk about it so much but as soon as he sees my bare stomach, he jumps at the opportunity to kiss it/blow raspberries and say "hi baby". He's also become aware of what's his and what's "Oakey's". Everything baby{even things at the store} he sees, he points and says "mom! that's Oakey's". Melts my heart.
I'm having the hardest time knowing I have to leave him when I have the baby. So hard, that the thought of having a home birth has crossed my mind more than once. {logical to change your birth plan 5 weeks before baby..} not to mention, I don't even have a home. HA. He's never been left over night, not even with Tyler. Last night I went with my mom to a party and Tyler called me because Ryder was hysterically crying for me and he came and got me. It killed me knowing that he couldn't handle even being with his daddy for a few hours. Let alone, having someone other than me getting him to sleep for the first time in his two years of life. I don't know what I'm going to do, I want to be pregnant forever just to avoid the situation completely. ::sigh::
How far along: 35 weeks
Maternity clothes: Yes, and a lot of Tyler's shirts. Unless I'm going somewhere, I'm not dressed. It's so hard to justify sitting in jeans all day.
Morning sickness: Not at all
Cravings: In n Out. Tyler and I ALWAYS go on one of his days off but this week he had to work one of his days off and the day he did have, we did lunch with his mom. I swear it messed up my body's routine and it's all I can think about. Tuesday can't be here soon enough! I've also needed a Slurpee every night. Mountain Dew & Cherry. Keeps me sane.
Food aversions: Ground Beef. I haven't been cooking much lately but when I made something with beef the other night I could hardly stand it. I can eat it, but cooking it made me gag.
Labor signs: Boy oh boy. I'm realizing how good I had it with Ryder with NO contractions till the day I had him. I'm having 1-3 Braxton Hicks contractions every day now and they're reminding me how painful the real things are.
Belly button in or out: Out. It's finally even on all sides and doesn't look AS weird.
What I miss: Not hurting. I feel like an 80 year old woman.
Milestones this week: I'm finally starting to feel prepared. We ordered our car seat and stroller, nesting has set in a little bit and clothes are getting washed in Dreft. I about cried when as I was pulling all of the little newborn clothes out of the dryer last night. Why are they 10 times cuter after they're washed? This week we also went shopping for all of my hospital bag supplies. There's a couple things I still need that I'll get this week, but I feel much better knowing that if something did happen early, we're prepared and ready to go. Ah, I can't wait.
I swear Ryder gets more funny every day. He's a parrot, which is sometimes hilarious, and other times.. still hilarious, but not as good. I said dammit out of frustration the other day, and he proceeded to yell it at everything the rest of the day... Bad mom award. I think he's becoming more aware of my pregnant status. I don't know if it's because my belly is so big or because we talk about it so much but as soon as he sees my bare stomach, he jumps at the opportunity to kiss it/blow raspberries and say "hi baby". He's also become aware of what's his and what's "Oakey's". Everything baby{even things at the store} he sees, he points and says "mom! that's Oakey's". Melts my heart.
I'm having the hardest time knowing I have to leave him when I have the baby. So hard, that the thought of having a home birth has crossed my mind more than once. {logical to change your birth plan 5 weeks before baby..} not to mention, I don't even have a home. HA. He's never been left over night, not even with Tyler. Last night I went with my mom to a party and Tyler called me because Ryder was hysterically crying for me and he came and got me. It killed me knowing that he couldn't handle even being with his daddy for a few hours. Let alone, having someone other than me getting him to sleep for the first time in his two years of life. I don't know what I'm going to do, I want to be pregnant forever just to avoid the situation completely. ::sigh::
How far along: 35 weeks
Maternity clothes: Yes, and a lot of Tyler's shirts. Unless I'm going somewhere, I'm not dressed. It's so hard to justify sitting in jeans all day.
Morning sickness: Not at all
Cravings: In n Out. Tyler and I ALWAYS go on one of his days off but this week he had to work one of his days off and the day he did have, we did lunch with his mom. I swear it messed up my body's routine and it's all I can think about. Tuesday can't be here soon enough! I've also needed a Slurpee every night. Mountain Dew & Cherry. Keeps me sane.
Food aversions: Ground Beef. I haven't been cooking much lately but when I made something with beef the other night I could hardly stand it. I can eat it, but cooking it made me gag.
Labor signs: Boy oh boy. I'm realizing how good I had it with Ryder with NO contractions till the day I had him. I'm having 1-3 Braxton Hicks contractions every day now and they're reminding me how painful the real things are.
Belly button in or out: Out. It's finally even on all sides and doesn't look AS weird.
What I miss: Not hurting. I feel like an 80 year old woman.
Milestones this week: I'm finally starting to feel prepared. We ordered our car seat and stroller, nesting has set in a little bit and clothes are getting washed in Dreft. I about cried when as I was pulling all of the little newborn clothes out of the dryer last night. Why are they 10 times cuter after they're washed? This week we also went shopping for all of my hospital bag supplies. There's a couple things I still need that I'll get this week, but I feel much better knowing that if something did happen early, we're prepared and ready to go. Ah, I can't wait.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Week 34
Before I started this post, I read some of my friend's blogs and it occurred to me, hey, other people have time to blog more than once every couple weeks, and about more than just pregnancy... Sorry, friends, I'm not one of you. I'm a little jealous, though. I really wish I could record more of my everyday life but I'm really having a hard time getting my weekly Oakley updates done. The funnier Ryder gets, and the more he talks and does, I really want to start Vlogging. I'll never regret the little videos I take of him and all the crazy stuff he does. Maybe once little O's here, and our house is done, and we're settled in somewhere for good and, I don't feel like I may possibly die from my sore throat, stuffy&runny nose, lougie hacking (yeah, gross)... Maybe.
How far along: 34 weeks
Maternity clothes: uh huh. I thought I needed to buy more pants but it seems as though my weight has shifted and they magically fit again. I'm fine with it. I did buy 5 new shirts this week from Target though. They were all on sale, and I think it's the last maternity purchase I'll be making.
Sleep: Has been completely awful. being huge, pregnant and sick is complete fail in the sleep department,
Morning sickness: Not the throw up kind, but sick, yes.
Cravings: I don't know if I'm craving these things because I really want them or just because I need them to survive. Carmel Apple Spice w/ extra whipped cream, Big Sticks, and Mountain Dew/Cherry slurpees.
Food aversions: Anything (so pretty much everything) that gives me heart burn. Sore throats intensify x10 when acid reflux hits. I've had to avoid quite a bit of my normal diet.
Gender prediction: Little man.
Labor signs: I'm pretty sure I've had a couple braxton hicks. I'm measuring about a week ahead but he's still pretty high and comfortable in there.
Belly button in or out: Out and looking silly as ever. One side sticks out further and it's totally weird and ugly.
What I miss: being a fun mom. We haven't been to the park in ages because of the heat. My idea of fun is a trip to target where Ryder gets popcorn and occasionally a new toy or going to McDonald's. 'park' and lunch in the same place... win. But really, I feel bad, hopefully he doesn't remember any of this and I can make it up to him soon.
Milestones this week: I had a Doctor appointment on Wednesday. I was thrilled to learn I had only gained 1lb in two weeks. The end of pregnancy is hard for me, or was last time when I gained all this weight right at the end and I'm so glad I didn't have to have that lingering over me this time. Plus, if I stay on this Popsicle, apple cider, soup diet, I shouldn't gain much more this week either.
Oh, and just a little update on our house, we have framing downstairs and floors got put in upstairs. It's starting to take shape and we're so excited. One of the workers said it should be completely framed in within a week. I'm still hoping they finish earlier than they're supposed to. Fingers crossed!
How far along: 34 weeks
Maternity clothes: uh huh. I thought I needed to buy more pants but it seems as though my weight has shifted and they magically fit again. I'm fine with it. I did buy 5 new shirts this week from Target though. They were all on sale, and I think it's the last maternity purchase I'll be making.
Sleep: Has been completely awful. being huge, pregnant and sick is complete fail in the sleep department,
Morning sickness: Not the throw up kind, but sick, yes.
Cravings: I don't know if I'm craving these things because I really want them or just because I need them to survive. Carmel Apple Spice w/ extra whipped cream, Big Sticks, and Mountain Dew/Cherry slurpees.
Food aversions: Anything (so pretty much everything) that gives me heart burn. Sore throats intensify x10 when acid reflux hits. I've had to avoid quite a bit of my normal diet.
Gender prediction: Little man.
Labor signs: I'm pretty sure I've had a couple braxton hicks. I'm measuring about a week ahead but he's still pretty high and comfortable in there.
Belly button in or out: Out and looking silly as ever. One side sticks out further and it's totally weird and ugly.
What I miss: being a fun mom. We haven't been to the park in ages because of the heat. My idea of fun is a trip to target where Ryder gets popcorn and occasionally a new toy or going to McDonald's. 'park' and lunch in the same place... win. But really, I feel bad, hopefully he doesn't remember any of this and I can make it up to him soon.
Milestones this week: I had a Doctor appointment on Wednesday. I was thrilled to learn I had only gained 1lb in two weeks. The end of pregnancy is hard for me, or was last time when I gained all this weight right at the end and I'm so glad I didn't have to have that lingering over me this time. Plus, if I stay on this Popsicle, apple cider, soup diet, I shouldn't gain much more this week either.
Oh, and just a little update on our house, we have framing downstairs and floors got put in upstairs. It's starting to take shape and we're so excited. One of the workers said it should be completely framed in within a week. I'm still hoping they finish earlier than they're supposed to. Fingers crossed!
Friday, September 14, 2012
Week 33.
I feel like there's more and more space between my posts. I hate it, I was so determined to blog every week of this pregnancy but.. life happens. Since I last posted, we lived with Tyler's parent's for two weeks until they moved. We are now living with my parents and 7, yep seven of my siblings, oh, and my niece. Lots-o-people under one roof. It's an adventure. It's also kind of weird to live back in the house I grew up in but... we're making it work. Our house progress is coming along. We drive by every few days. Enough to see progress, but not too much to where we're going crazy that something wasn't done that day. I'm still hoping they finish early, or that Oakley bakes a couple extra weeks. I just feel like there's nowhere to put him quite yet. {talk to me in a few weeks, I'm sure I'll be over that}.
How far along: 33 weeks
Maternity clothes: Nothing but. I'm at the stage where I need more, or could really be more comfortable in something bigger but I'm trying to avoid buying any more.
Stretch marks: Belly is still mark-free and really, that's my only expectation. The rest of my body already has um.
Sleep: It's alright. I haven't needed naps lately, but it's probably because Ryder's been sleeping until about 10 everyday. It's nice, but I'm so not on the same schedule as the rest of the world.
Morning sickness: Not at all. I can even go until about noon without eating before I start to feel like I'm getting sick.
Cravings: I haven't craved anything that I 'had to have right now' lately. But we did get about 60lbs of peaches and I've been trying to get creative with using those before they go bad. Every morning I've had Eggo waffles with peeled/sliced/sugared peaches and whipped cream. I look forward to it everyday. Other than that, I've just wanted the normal things I've craved in the past.
Food aversions: Not really an aversion, but I haven't wanted pizza at all. The thought doesn't make me sick, but I guess knowing it's not going to fulfill my protein needs, I don't even bother.
Gender prediction: Definitely boy.
Labor signs: No
Belly button in or out: Out.
What I miss: Having my own space. It's hard jumping from place to place and not feeling like you have a 'home". I'm grateful we can stay with family and we're not homeless but sometimes it'd feel so great to be able to walk around naked if I wanted to. This baby weight's getting to me ;)
Milestones this week: I'm down to two-weeks between appointments. This Wed I'll schedule my last two week and then it goes down to one. AH! Oh and, the rib kicks. Not a milestone I love, but it means he's growing. I can now feel the different body parts sticking out and sometimes have to put pressure on them to get him to switch positions because it's so uncomfortable. I feel like he moves so much more than Ryder did... and I'm glad. It reminds me he's in there. With everything going on, I really do forget sometimes.
How far along: 33 weeks
Maternity clothes: Nothing but. I'm at the stage where I need more, or could really be more comfortable in something bigger but I'm trying to avoid buying any more.
Stretch marks: Belly is still mark-free and really, that's my only expectation. The rest of my body already has um.
Sleep: It's alright. I haven't needed naps lately, but it's probably because Ryder's been sleeping until about 10 everyday. It's nice, but I'm so not on the same schedule as the rest of the world.
Morning sickness: Not at all. I can even go until about noon without eating before I start to feel like I'm getting sick.
Cravings: I haven't craved anything that I 'had to have right now' lately. But we did get about 60lbs of peaches and I've been trying to get creative with using those before they go bad. Every morning I've had Eggo waffles with peeled/sliced/sugared peaches and whipped cream. I look forward to it everyday. Other than that, I've just wanted the normal things I've craved in the past.
Food aversions: Not really an aversion, but I haven't wanted pizza at all. The thought doesn't make me sick, but I guess knowing it's not going to fulfill my protein needs, I don't even bother.
Gender prediction: Definitely boy.
Labor signs: No
Belly button in or out: Out.
What I miss: Having my own space. It's hard jumping from place to place and not feeling like you have a 'home". I'm grateful we can stay with family and we're not homeless but sometimes it'd feel so great to be able to walk around naked if I wanted to. This baby weight's getting to me ;)
Milestones this week: I'm down to two-weeks between appointments. This Wed I'll schedule my last two week and then it goes down to one. AH! Oh and, the rib kicks. Not a milestone I love, but it means he's growing. I can now feel the different body parts sticking out and sometimes have to put pressure on them to get him to switch positions because it's so uncomfortable. I feel like he moves so much more than Ryder did... and I'm glad. It reminds me he's in there. With everything going on, I really do forget sometimes.
Weeks 29-33 in pictrures.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Week 28.
This week will go down as my least favorite week of pregnancy. Seriously, all of the yuck crammed into one week. I had to go for my glucose test, where I found they recently switched it from 1 to 2 hours. I ended up throwing up after a half hour and had to have my blood drawn 3 times. The next day was my Doctor appointment where I had to get a Rogam shot{given only to people with my blood type..lucky} in the rear-end. Too many needles in one week. Anyway, im not diabetic, but I did gain like 5 lbs in two weeks, which is why I've officially taken the "weight gain/loss" question off of my survey completely. :)
While we were sitting in the waiting room of the Dr. we recieved some sad, but ecpected news. Tyler's Aunt Patty, who has been fighting cancer had passed away peacefully early that morning. Tyler and I spent the time reading the sweet facebook posts of her husband and kids and talking about her. I can say without a doubt, she was the most spiritual, kind-hearted, sweet woman I've ever met in my life.
We had an ultrasound that really ended up making all of the bad and hard things even out. It was incredible to see how much has changed since our gender check at 15 weeks. His head was measuring a week larger, just like Ryder did. He's still a boy, and looks identical to his super adorable, big bro. Every time she went over the lips and nose in 3D, we couldn't believe how much they look alike already.
How far along: 28weeks
Maternity clothes: Yes. There's a couple shirts I have my eye on at Target. I know they'll mark them down soon and I'll feel much better not paying full-price on a shirt I'll only be wearing for a couple months.
Stretch marks: I don't think so. My belly is still clear, which I'm trilled about. My legs and sides are already shot but if I can keep them off of my stomach, I'll be happy.
Sleep: Better than last week... but that's really not saying much.
Morning sickness: Only the day I had to fast 8 hours, wake up at 6:30 and drink a pound of sugar. I'm not sure if that counts as morning sickness though.
Cravings: Santa Rosa, Dr. Pepper, In n Out. Um, I'm starting to see where this 5lbs. came from.
Food aversions: Anything orange. It really sucks, last week was the first time since I did the glucose test with Ryder that I was able to drink and enjoy and orange gatorade again.
Gender prediction: Definitely a boy. He had no problem showing his stuff during the ultrasound.
Labor signs: No
Belly button in or out: Out.
What I miss: Being skinny. Wearing cute shoes.
Milestones this week: This question gets me every time. I pretty much cover everything in the other questions. But I guess the biggest one for me was hearing my Dr. say my sugar levels were great and I didn't have to do that test again. I told him I'd rather go on a diabetic diet than drink that crap again. Phew.
While we were sitting in the waiting room of the Dr. we recieved some sad, but ecpected news. Tyler's Aunt Patty, who has been fighting cancer had passed away peacefully early that morning. Tyler and I spent the time reading the sweet facebook posts of her husband and kids and talking about her. I can say without a doubt, she was the most spiritual, kind-hearted, sweet woman I've ever met in my life.
We had an ultrasound that really ended up making all of the bad and hard things even out. It was incredible to see how much has changed since our gender check at 15 weeks. His head was measuring a week larger, just like Ryder did. He's still a boy, and looks identical to his super adorable, big bro. Every time she went over the lips and nose in 3D, we couldn't believe how much they look alike already.
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| Oak. 28 weeks. |
How far along: 28weeks
Maternity clothes: Yes. There's a couple shirts I have my eye on at Target. I know they'll mark them down soon and I'll feel much better not paying full-price on a shirt I'll only be wearing for a couple months.
Stretch marks: I don't think so. My belly is still clear, which I'm trilled about. My legs and sides are already shot but if I can keep them off of my stomach, I'll be happy.
Sleep: Better than last week... but that's really not saying much.
Morning sickness: Only the day I had to fast 8 hours, wake up at 6:30 and drink a pound of sugar. I'm not sure if that counts as morning sickness though.
Cravings: Santa Rosa, Dr. Pepper, In n Out. Um, I'm starting to see where this 5lbs. came from.
Food aversions: Anything orange. It really sucks, last week was the first time since I did the glucose test with Ryder that I was able to drink and enjoy and orange gatorade again.
Gender prediction: Definitely a boy. He had no problem showing his stuff during the ultrasound.
Labor signs: No
Belly button in or out: Out.
What I miss: Being skinny. Wearing cute shoes.
Milestones this week: This question gets me every time. I pretty much cover everything in the other questions. But I guess the biggest one for me was hearing my Dr. say my sugar levels were great and I didn't have to do that test again. I told him I'd rather go on a diabetic diet than drink that crap again. Phew.
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