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Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Kids Say - New Baby Edition

The big kids are beyond excited that their baby brother is finally here.  With his arrival has come lots of questions and funny conversations.

- After seeing me at home for the first time after Wyatt's birth:
Cam: (patting my tummy) Mommy why is your belly still so fat?
Me: (giving Cam the death stare)
Cam: ... I mean big?

- After seeing me in my post-birth mesh undies:
Zoey: Why are you wearing a diaper?

I thought it was funny that they didn't really notice or care too much when I nursed Wyatt the first few times.  But then...

- Zoey: Are you feeding him with your booties?

- Cam: What is he eating?
Me: Milk
Cam: How do you make the milk?
Me: My body knows that I'm not pregnant anymore and so it started making milk - it's my superpower!
Cam: (head exploding at the thought of his Mommy having a legit superpower) Wow.  Wouldn't it be cool if your nipples shot out poisonous water and killed bad guys?!
Me: Actually yes, buddy.  That would be awesome.

- Getting ready to go to soccer practice and Cam was very concerned with how I would feed the baby while at the field.
Cam: But how are you going to feed him?
Me: The same way I do at home.
Cam: But Mom, nobody wants to see your boobs.


Take Luck,
LP

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Wyatt's Birth Story

You can't tell but I am chuckling to myself as I type.  Here I thought Zoey's birth story was wild, but her little brother had to one up her.  Just goes to show I know absolutely nothing.

I had said before that this pregnancy had been physically harder than the first two, and that became more and more true as the weeks went on.  Especially the last two weeks.  My blood pressure was much higher than normal, my hands and feet were swelling, I had a constant headache, and some spotty and blurry vision.  Blessed be my OB, she decided at 39 weeks that it was time to induce and get the baby out.  Being that I was done - I didn't argue and in fact, asked to hug her.

She had said that her method for induction (cytotec) was different than pitocin and that it would be "much slower and more gradual."  So, I was excited thinking that things wouldn't be as insane and fast as they were with Zoey - who was induced using pitocin.

We checked into the hospital at 7:30pm and I was 3cm dilated.  After getting settled and answering the myriad of questions about my health, past pregnancies, and current pregnancy - I had my first dose of cytotec at 9pm and second dose at midnight.  I didn't really notice any significant change at this point - just irregular contractions.

I took a third dose at 3am and I don't know if things had been building up or if that dose was just the magical kickstarter - but holy hell.  Shit got real, real quick.  I immediately started having legit contractions, and while I wasn't timing them - there wasn't much time in between.  I got out of bed to try and walk/sway through the contractions but the nurse immediately came in and said "the baby doesn't like that..." (meaning his heart rate was dropping with each contraction) and said I had to either sit down or lie down.  Awesome.

So I sat in the rocking chair for awhile and around 5am - asked if it was too early for an epidural.  I described my contractions to the nurse as "long and strong" and couldn't help but sing a little Sir Mix A Lot "Baby Got Back" to myself to try and distract myself from the pain. The nurse sort of laughed, probably thinking I was a big wuss, and said she would ask.  She came right back in the room and said that it was fine and that she had paged the anesthesiologist.

An hour of laboring later and the anesthesiologist finally showed up around 6am.  So, she got to work on me while I was having contractions every two minutes, some back-to-back-to-back.  At some point I told Ryan to call my mom and Rachel and tell them to get to the hospital "right now."  Ryan had offered to let me squeeze his hands during the contractions (and to try and help me focus on staying still while she was trying to get the catheter in) and after the first squeeze he said "ow!" and I told him to "shut up."

After six (or maybe seven?) failed attempts of getting the catheter in my back, the anesthesiologist telling me repeatedly that I have a "beautiful back," and some puking, the nurse told the anesthesiologist to stop.  The baby was having significant dips in his heartrate and she thought that I might be "getting close."  So, the devil woman stopped poking me and I laid down to be checked.  Seriously, all that poking and stabbing for nothing.

Lo and behold - I was at 10cm with a bulging bag and he was ready to come out.  This was great and all but the only people in the room were me, Ryan, the nurse, and the anesthesiologist.  The room and the few people in it weren't prepared for delivery at all.  

Our poor nurse.  She told the anesthesiologist to "go get help" and she called my OB to let her know what was happening.  In order to keep the baby in, they told me to flip over and get on all-fours with my head below my butt.  This was by far the worst part of this labor.  I cannot even describe how uncomfortable it was and how intense the contractions were in this position and at the angle I was at.  I kept looking over at Ryan to make sure he was still standing.  I think we were both worried that like Zoey's birth, the intensity would be too much for him and he would pass out again.  But, hallelujah, he was staying upright!

I have no idea how much time passed but before long, the room was full of nurses and I was swearing up a storm.  Mostly "fuck's" and "holy shit's."  Maybe even a few "mother fucker's."  I don't really know for sure.  Thankfully most of my swearing was muffled by the oxygen mask.

The nurse told me to flip over and I wasted no time.  I grabbed my legs and as soon as the next contraction hit - I started pushing.  Like Zoey's birth - pushing felt so good.  In the weirdest way it was a relief.  So, I pushed once and heard "there's his head!"  I pushed two more times and he came on out.  Ryan said he was in a weird, semi-curled up position, but regardless - he came out.

Thank you, sweet infant baby Jesus.  Seriously, instant relief.

He was so quiet and only cried a tiny, tiny bit - I kept asking if he was OK!  The doctor and nurses assured me he was fine and I just stared at this sweet baby that was literally just in my body.  Mom and Rachel missed his birth by literally a minute and heard his first cry through the room's door.  I felt terrible that they missed it.

Four hours from the start of legit labor and contractions to the birth of this beautiful little squishy boy.  Another birth experience, like his big brother and big sister, that I will never forget.

Take Luck,
LP

Wyatt Austin

On Tuesday, September 18, 2018 at 7:06am we welcomed Wyatt Austin into the world.


7lbs 0oz
19" long
14" head circumference

Our smallest baby.
Shortest (and wildest) labor and delivery.
Already fiercely loved.
The caboose to the train Peters.

Take Luck,
LP

Friday, August 31, 2018

Almost Birth Time

It's almost birth time and I am counting down, willing the time to come, more so than my first two pregnancies combined.  I can't be sure, but I don't recall complaining too much the first two times around and I feel like I have MORE than made it up for that this time around. Looking back, I probably should have been more appreciative because right now...

- I sleep with no less than four pillows.  One under my head, one between my knees, one between my arms, and one behind my back.

- I turn over and change positions no less than 47 times per night.

- Ryan interrupted an unusual good stretch of sleep the other night by snoring and I have never been closer to smothering him with a pillow.

- Zantac is my lifeblood.

- Everything hurts.

- My feet are swollen and angry.

- I hear anywhere from 5-7 comments a day on my body - both positive (nice? thoughtful?) and not positive (are they trying to be nice and falling short? do they realize nothing they are saying is helpful?).  Ryan says I'm being too sensitive and I want to punch him in the throat.

- I'm suddenly much more prone to violent tendencies (see above)

- Cam is asking a lot of questions - like are the doctors going to "put me back together" with duct tape and glue?  I basically just answer "yes" to all of his little five-year old theories because I am too chicken shit to have a real, honest conversation about this whole process.

- Someone asked me the other day how I was feeling and I somehow managed to say with a totally straight face, "like a small human could fall out of my uterus at any moment... how are you?"

I truly am so grateful to be pregnant.  But I am beyond ready for this child to vacate the premises of my body.

Take Luck,
LP

Monday, July 23, 2018

Third Baby

We announced that we were expecting Baby #3 in April and I’ve been meaning to talk about it since then.  Now here we are… at the end of July.  Sorry third baby.

First trimester:

-          Raw meat made me gag
-          Had a seriously heightened sense of smell
-          My gas could have literally killed a small child
-          Felt best while sleeping or eating; this may be why my ass is now so big
-          Gum was my soulmate.  Seriously was forever chewing gum, multiple sticks at a time
-          I coached Cam’s basketball team and it was a real treat
-          Had a dream that our Commanding Officer tasked me with a super top secret, time traveling mission
-          Cam was convinced from the minute we told him about the pregnancy that the baby was a boy and that his name was “Alex”
-          We heard a strong, healthy heartbeat at 10 weeks
-          It was typical for me to make something for dinner and then it sounded/smelled/looked horrible so I would then eat something else instead… only to lay down for bed and think “I’m hungry.  (What I made for dinner) sounds good.”
-          Was absolutely worthless and exhausted after 7pm

Second trimester:

-          Wondering where the “second trimester burst of energy” is from my first two pregnancies?
-          We found out we were expecting a baby BOY and Ryan hugged the technician
-  During the ultrasound the tech flipped on the 3D imaging and the baby looked eerily like his big brother
-          I coached Cam’s soccer team and it went better than basketball – although that’s not saying a whole lot
-          A handful of friends had new babies around this time and I was so happy I was already pregnant because holy cuteness
-          The kids (especially Cam) told me “your belly is so big!” and I keep telling him to “just wait…”

Third trimester:

-          I accepted that the “second trimester burst of energy” just wasn’t going to happen for me this time around
-          I started closing my eyes when being weighed at my OB appointments
-          Still can’t understand why I’m always so tired, despite being pregnant and keeping two active kids busy and out of trouble
-          Having lots and lots and lots of Braxton Hicks contractions
-          Every day I wake up after (not) sleeping well and vow to order a pregnancy pillow
-          The baby is currently breech and me thinks he has some hair on his head because I take Zantac twice a day for acid indigestion
-          I had a dream I received a SECNAV (Secretary of the Navy) Award for technical writing.  There is (obviously) no such award
-          I also had a dream that after I passed my glucose test that they called me to say “just kidding… you failed.”
-  Living on Zantac and prayers

We are so excited to meet the newest member of our family in September.  He is already one loved little guy.

Take Luck,
LP

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Zoey is THREE

Our little firecracker is three years old and you guessed it - I cannot believe it.


Weight: 28 pounds 6 ounces (28th percentile)
Height: 35.8 inches (22nd percentile)

She is still this petite little thing, but I promise you that there is so much life and exuberance packed into every inch of her.  Her three-year well check sounded a lot like her two-and-a-half-year well check: she's tiny with above average speech and below average bowel movement frequency.

- Favorite songs to sing (aka belt out at the top of her lungs) are "A Million Dreams" from The Greatest Showman, Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus, and Crazy Girl by The Eli Young Band

- Favorite show is still Bubble Guppies and she is always requesting to watch "Hall-weeeeen Gubba Guppies"

- Favorite movies are The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast

- She's started the bedtime stall tactics and those have only increased since she's now sharing a room with Bubba.  My favorite is when she says "but Mommy, I just want to touch your hair."

- Asks so many questions and most of them start with, "but why, Mama?"

- Loves gymnastics and has transitioned really nicely from the tots class (with a parent down on the floor with her) to the regular toddler/kids class

- She tried ballet for one class but it was too slow for her style


- Still a fearless little thing.  As evidenced in gymnastics when she barrels down the tumble track and then leaps into the pit

- Not only is she fearless but she is tough!  She just wants to keep up with her big brother

- Potty training is super hit and miss.  She shows a lot of interest but not enough to be consistent.   I know we need to push this more but she's pretty stubborn so I am treading carefully

- Asked for a squirrel for her birthday.  A live one.

- Best friends are Grady, Liberty, and Logan

- Still a great eater.  Her favorite things to request are popsicles and "pirates booties"


- Very into princesses, dress up, and accessorizing with earrings, necklaces, bracelets, crowns, shoes, and purses.  Her favorite princesses are Belle, Elsa, Ariel, and Rapunzel.  She's also perfecting her curtsy.

- Loves to have her "painnails" (fingernails) painted

- Is becoming more particular about what she wears

- Wears 3T tops, 2T bottoms, and size 7 shoes

- Is an amazing combination of sweet and sassy

- Will say "I'm a nice friend" when she does something nice or thoughtful for me

- Nicknames include Zo Zo, Ladybug, Little Bear, Sissy/Sis, and Peaches


My Zoey Grace, you keep us on our toes.  I am so lucky to be your mommy.  You have the sweetest heart that is sometimes full of sass.  I hope you are always a strong willed creature.  You bring us so much joy and laughter with your funny and dramatic personality, your animated expressions, and your love for the most ordinary things.  You truly are a one-of-a-kind.  Always remember that you are smart, kind, important, and beautiful.  I love you to the moon and stars, my little peach.

Take Luck,
LP

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