Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
First Doctor's Visit
Sophie made her first trip to the doctor's office. She was such a good girl and didn't cry the whole time! She's gaining some of the weight back that she lost at the hospital and she's even grown an inch since she was born. Eventually she'll get some meat on her chicken legs. She can have some of mine. :)
Now I feel like I can't post without posting a picture, too. Here's a shot of her in her car seat on the way home from the hospital. She still looked like this today when I put her in. It's hard to believe she'll actually fill it up someday!
Now I feel like I can't post without posting a picture, too. Here's a shot of her in her car seat on the way home from the hospital. She still looked like this today when I put her in. It's hard to believe she'll actually fill it up someday!
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Sophie: The Details
Most, if not all of you, know by now that Sophie's here!! I hope you received a birth announcement by e-mail. If you didn't, let me know and I'll send it over.
Here's how it went down:
Tuesday, May 14th
2:00 PM: At my WEEK 41 APPOINTMENT (ugh.) my doctor tells me that I hadn't made any progress since the last week and that she wanted me to do my non-stress test that afternoon at the hospital. We discussed the possibility of inducing next Tuesday.
3:00 PM: Non-stress test went well. Plenty of fluids, too. Nothing wrong. By this time, I'd given up the possibility of her coming "any second now", which was driving me bonkers anyway. I'd convinced myself that I was probably going to be pregnant for another week and to just stick it out. I even considered going to work the next day.
10:00 PM: Sitting on the couch (on a blanket) watching the news, I suddenly felt that I had lost a little bladder control. I rushed to the bathroom and decided that the fluid probably wasn't coming from my bladder. Steve and I both were sort of dumbfounded -- especially since my appointments that afternoon didn't give any good news. We looked at each other, not knowing what to do, so we packed up some stuff and headed to the hospital. When it finally hit me that my water had broken, I was so excited, I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.
Wednesday, May 15th
1:00 AM: I hadn't gone into active labor yet, so they hooked me up to some pitocyn to get things moving.
3:00 AM: By this time I had made it through contractions OK, but they were getting harder and harder. I thought for sure I had made speedy progress, but when the nurse checked me, I was only a THREE. I about died. I thought that if my progress was going to continue to be slow, I'd probably be dead by the time the baby came if I didn't do something. So, I asked for an epidural. Seeing the doctor stick a big fat needle in my back (that I refused to look at and I don't even want to know how big it was) was the only time during the whole birth that Steve almost passed out.
5:30 AM: After some uncomfortable catnaps (The bed were AWFUL. They needed to be about a foot longer. I guess it didn't help that I couldn't adjust my position very well without the use of my legs.) I was checked again and I was only dilated to a 4 1/2. Fantastic. Maybe I'll have the baby on Memorial Day instead.
6:15 AM: Another nurse takes over the previous nurse's shift and decides to check me. I was an 8! NO WAY!
7:45 AM: I'd been fully dilated for at least a few minutes. The epidural started to wear off one side and I was feeling some really hard contractions over there. I decided I wanted to go ahead and start pushing before it got any worse. After 20 minutes of that, it got too painful, so they cranked up my epidural and we waited for about an hour for the baby to descend a little on her own.
10:12 AM: After pushing for an hour, out came this purple slimeball covered in white, waxy stuff. Because she came out face-up, she had this goose-egg thing towards the front of her head, too. I fully expected her to come out looking like an alien and she did.
After we all got cleaned up and settled down in the recovery room, they brought her to me. It hardly seemed like the same baby. The waxy stuff and goose-egg were gone, her hair was done with a cute pink bow and she was CUTE! Now it was just a matter of what to call her.
A lot of you know that naming the baby wasn't our favorite topic of conversation while I was pregnant and I thought it would be easier after she was born. Maybe, but only slightly. She didn't have a name until about 8PM the day after she was born. We finally agreed on Sophie. As soon as we started calling her that, I can't imagine calling her anything else. We also wanted to name her after my grandma, who is now a brand-new great-grandma. Inez is actually my grandma's middle name, too, but she has been called that her whole life. When I told her what we'd named the baby, she didn't really believe me at first. Then she got choked up and said "Thank You!" Which made me choke up, too. (It doesn't take much these days. Just thinking about crying makes me cry.)
We came home yesterday morning and today she's been great. Milk's finally coming, thank goodness, and my mom, a very anxious new grandma, will be here in the next few hours. That will be another cry-fest, too, I think.
I think one of my favorite parts of this whole thing is watching a transformation in Steve. Before the baby came, we'd joke about how he'd be queasy during the birth and probably pass out. And the fact that barf and poopy diapers make him sick, too. But during the birth, he jumped right in when I was pushing and even cut the ambilical cord when she came out. And since then he's holds her just to hold her, talks to her in a little voice and has even changed a couple of diapers. I can tell she has him wrapped around her little finger and I love it. :)
Here's how it went down:
Tuesday, May 14th
2:00 PM: At my WEEK 41 APPOINTMENT (ugh.) my doctor tells me that I hadn't made any progress since the last week and that she wanted me to do my non-stress test that afternoon at the hospital. We discussed the possibility of inducing next Tuesday.
3:00 PM: Non-stress test went well. Plenty of fluids, too. Nothing wrong. By this time, I'd given up the possibility of her coming "any second now", which was driving me bonkers anyway. I'd convinced myself that I was probably going to be pregnant for another week and to just stick it out. I even considered going to work the next day.
10:00 PM: Sitting on the couch (on a blanket) watching the news, I suddenly felt that I had lost a little bladder control. I rushed to the bathroom and decided that the fluid probably wasn't coming from my bladder. Steve and I both were sort of dumbfounded -- especially since my appointments that afternoon didn't give any good news. We looked at each other, not knowing what to do, so we packed up some stuff and headed to the hospital. When it finally hit me that my water had broken, I was so excited, I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.
Wednesday, May 15th
1:00 AM: I hadn't gone into active labor yet, so they hooked me up to some pitocyn to get things moving.
3:00 AM: By this time I had made it through contractions OK, but they were getting harder and harder. I thought for sure I had made speedy progress, but when the nurse checked me, I was only a THREE. I about died. I thought that if my progress was going to continue to be slow, I'd probably be dead by the time the baby came if I didn't do something. So, I asked for an epidural. Seeing the doctor stick a big fat needle in my back (that I refused to look at and I don't even want to know how big it was) was the only time during the whole birth that Steve almost passed out.
5:30 AM: After some uncomfortable catnaps (The bed were AWFUL. They needed to be about a foot longer. I guess it didn't help that I couldn't adjust my position very well without the use of my legs.) I was checked again and I was only dilated to a 4 1/2. Fantastic. Maybe I'll have the baby on Memorial Day instead.
6:15 AM: Another nurse takes over the previous nurse's shift and decides to check me. I was an 8! NO WAY!
7:45 AM: I'd been fully dilated for at least a few minutes. The epidural started to wear off one side and I was feeling some really hard contractions over there. I decided I wanted to go ahead and start pushing before it got any worse. After 20 minutes of that, it got too painful, so they cranked up my epidural and we waited for about an hour for the baby to descend a little on her own.
10:12 AM: After pushing for an hour, out came this purple slimeball covered in white, waxy stuff. Because she came out face-up, she had this goose-egg thing towards the front of her head, too. I fully expected her to come out looking like an alien and she did.
After we all got cleaned up and settled down in the recovery room, they brought her to me. It hardly seemed like the same baby. The waxy stuff and goose-egg were gone, her hair was done with a cute pink bow and she was CUTE! Now it was just a matter of what to call her.
A lot of you know that naming the baby wasn't our favorite topic of conversation while I was pregnant and I thought it would be easier after she was born. Maybe, but only slightly. She didn't have a name until about 8PM the day after she was born. We finally agreed on Sophie. As soon as we started calling her that, I can't imagine calling her anything else. We also wanted to name her after my grandma, who is now a brand-new great-grandma. Inez is actually my grandma's middle name, too, but she has been called that her whole life. When I told her what we'd named the baby, she didn't really believe me at first. Then she got choked up and said "Thank You!" Which made me choke up, too. (It doesn't take much these days. Just thinking about crying makes me cry.)
We came home yesterday morning and today she's been great. Milk's finally coming, thank goodness, and my mom, a very anxious new grandma, will be here in the next few hours. That will be another cry-fest, too, I think.
I think one of my favorite parts of this whole thing is watching a transformation in Steve. Before the baby came, we'd joke about how he'd be queasy during the birth and probably pass out. And the fact that barf and poopy diapers make him sick, too. But during the birth, he jumped right in when I was pushing and even cut the ambilical cord when she came out. And since then he's holds her just to hold her, talks to her in a little voice and has even changed a couple of diapers. I can tell she has him wrapped around her little finger and I love it. :)
Sunday, May 13, 2007
No Surprises Here
In response to:
I called my mom this morning. Everytime I've called there for the past two weeks, everyone holds their breath until they find out that I'm not calling to announce their first grandchild, but for some other, uneventful reason. Like asking my dad to mail something down to us. This morning was no exception. My mom answered the phone and I said, "Happy Mother's Day! That's all." She laughed. But there was no hiding the feelings of disappointment we both had. I'm almost more excited to be able to tell my mom she's finally a grandma (as well as my mother-in-law) than I am to have the baby. Ha. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon, so I might know more then.
Anyways, even though I'm not technically a mother yet (but might as well be), Mother's Day has been nice. Steve got me some stargazer lilies and pink tulips (pics to follow, as soon as they all open) and made me pancakes this morning for breakfast. I've decided over and over that he's a keeper. :)
I called my mom this morning. Everytime I've called there for the past two weeks, everyone holds their breath until they find out that I'm not calling to announce their first grandchild, but for some other, uneventful reason. Like asking my dad to mail something down to us. This morning was no exception. My mom answered the phone and I said, "Happy Mother's Day! That's all." She laughed. But there was no hiding the feelings of disappointment we both had. I'm almost more excited to be able to tell my mom she's finally a grandma (as well as my mother-in-law) than I am to have the baby. Ha. I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon, so I might know more then.
Anyways, even though I'm not technically a mother yet (but might as well be), Mother's Day has been nice. Steve got me some stargazer lilies and pink tulips (pics to follow, as soon as they all open) and made me pancakes this morning for breakfast. I've decided over and over that he's a keeper. :)
Friday, May 11, 2007
Google Doesn't Know Everything
But I wish it did. I've had this countdown on my iGoogle for months now. According to it, I should be having a baby today. It's only 11AM, so I suppose there's still time, but I'm guessing I won't be so lucky.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Week 40 Appointment
I don't think this baby is ever coming. I'm now at a 1 1/2 and thinned out just a little more than last week, but she's still positioned really high, so my doctor thinks I'll probably deliver late. They have me scheduled for a non-stress test at the hospital on Monday to check things out. By then I'll be 3 days late. Hopefully I won't even have to go and she'll surprise everyone and come on Mother's Day.
So in an effort to get her to move down (who knows if this really worked?), I did a lot of shopping and walking around yesterday afternoon, then we went grocery shopping that night. I could barely walk when I got home, but I hope that jostled things around pretty well.
SIGH...
One good thing, though. I lost a pound. :)
So in an effort to get her to move down (who knows if this really worked?), I did a lot of shopping and walking around yesterday afternoon, then we went grocery shopping that night. I could barely walk when I got home, but I hope that jostled things around pretty well.
SIGH...
One good thing, though. I lost a pound. :)
Monday, May 07, 2007
Killing a Little Time
Another uneventful weekend has gone by, and I'm back at work again. Sigh. I haven't done one of these things in a long time, so I figured -- what the heck. (Thanks Chels :))
Three things I'm afraid of:
1. Steve getting deployed again. (Yes, it's possible.)
2. Spiders
3. Needles
Three People Who Make Me Laugh:
1. Steve
2. Dwight from The Office
3. My Dad (He'll surprise you. :))
Three Things I Love:
1. The smell of a new car
2. Cooking
3. Shopping with my mom
Three Things I Hate:
1. Being hot
2. Peaches
3. Indoor wicker chairs
Three Things I Don’t Understand:
1. Golf
2. Chemistry
3. Why very few people in Salt Lake/Provo know what a fast lane is for. Did they take that part out of driving classes?
Three Things On My Counter (Let's say Desk because I'm not home)
1. Hand sanitizer
2. A million pieces of paper and post-it notes
3. A levitating globe
Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:
1. Making a spreadsheet for contacts we got from the last conference we went to (not fun)
2. Trying to coax the baby out through telepathy
3. Digesting a really big Mexican lunch while trying not to fall asleep
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Take a Russia/Austria trip
2. Get scuba certified
3. See the Taj Mahal
Three Things I Can Do:
1. Type really fast
2. Drive a stick
3. Write backwards in cursive
Three Things I Can’t Do:
1. Fit into any pants that I own
2. Get Rhodes frozen rolls to rise a big as my grandma does
3. Beat anyone other than my mom at arm wrestling
Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:
1. Primary songs
2. Tristan Prettyman
3. Your mother :)
Three Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. How to cut hair
2. How to sew better
3. How to play the cello
Three Favorite Foods:
1. Soft, homemade cookies
2. Cheese (I'm with you Chelsea.)
3. Mashed potatoes (with real ones, not the fake, boxed stuff)
Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Today's Special
2. Kids Incorporated
3. Duck Tales
Three Things I Want in the Next Five Years:
1. Steve to be out of school and out of the military
2. To be able to paint a wall in a house that we own.
3. I can't believe I'm saying this now, but . . . to have another kid.
Three things I'm afraid of:
1. Steve getting deployed again. (Yes, it's possible.)
2. Spiders
3. Needles
Three People Who Make Me Laugh:
1. Steve
2. Dwight from The Office
3. My Dad (He'll surprise you. :))
Three Things I Love:
1. The smell of a new car
2. Cooking
3. Shopping with my mom
Three Things I Hate:
1. Being hot
2. Peaches
3. Indoor wicker chairs
Three Things I Don’t Understand:
1. Golf
2. Chemistry
3. Why very few people in Salt Lake/Provo know what a fast lane is for. Did they take that part out of driving classes?
Three Things On My Counter (Let's say Desk because I'm not home)
1. Hand sanitizer
2. A million pieces of paper and post-it notes
3. A levitating globe
Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:
1. Making a spreadsheet for contacts we got from the last conference we went to (not fun)
2. Trying to coax the baby out through telepathy
3. Digesting a really big Mexican lunch while trying not to fall asleep
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Take a Russia/Austria trip
2. Get scuba certified
3. See the Taj Mahal
Three Things I Can Do:
1. Type really fast
2. Drive a stick
3. Write backwards in cursive
Three Things I Can’t Do:
1. Fit into any pants that I own
2. Get Rhodes frozen rolls to rise a big as my grandma does
3. Beat anyone other than my mom at arm wrestling
Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:
1. Primary songs
2. Tristan Prettyman
3. Your mother :)
Three Things I’d Like To Learn:
1. How to cut hair
2. How to sew better
3. How to play the cello
Three Favorite Foods:
1. Soft, homemade cookies
2. Cheese (I'm with you Chelsea.)
3. Mashed potatoes (with real ones, not the fake, boxed stuff)
Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:
1. Today's Special
2. Kids Incorporated
3. Duck Tales
Three Things I Want in the Next Five Years:
1. Steve to be out of school and out of the military
2. To be able to paint a wall in a house that we own.
3. I can't believe I'm saying this now, but . . . to have another kid.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Week 39 Appointment
I was really hoping there wouldn't be a week 39 appointment. Things still look good, though. I'm dilated to a whopping 1, and I'm "just a little thinned out, but not 100% yet", so I still don't know how effaced I am. Apparently "just a little". She said if I was a 3 by next Tuesday then she might let me schedule an induction. I don't know how I feel about that. Part of me really, really wants this to be over with, and since I hate not knowing when this is all going down, it would be nice to have a date. The more granola-esque side of me (a very small side, mind you) thinks that if she doesn't come, then she's not ready yet, and I should just let nature take its course.
Then again, I always liked my baked goods a little on the gooey side. :)
Then again, I always liked my baked goods a little on the gooey side. :)
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