Born at 1:21 PM on Dec 8, 2011. Height 20.5 inches. Weight 8lbs, 6oz.
We're calling him SAM!
Plenty of fun hospital stories to follow...
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
You decide, baby. Now or Thursday.
My friends, I am happy to say that baby will be here on THURSDAY, unless he decides to come before that. Although if I were to go into active labor today, I might have him in the middle of the night (Wed-Thurs), and my doctor would not be on call, so if he wants to wait on the pitocin, so be it. (Also, I would have scheduled it for Friday, my due date, but they did not have availability, and there ain't NO WAY I'm taking a chance on this thing going into the weekend when I have the option NOT to.)
Supposedly if I get to the hospital on Thursday morning for induction but have had something to eat after midnight, they will straight up cancel it on me and send me home. Doesn't seem like a big deal, but the past two nights I have woken up HUNGRY around 3 or 4 AM. Obviously getting my baby out will be more of a priority than feeding my hungry tummy, but I can't say I wasn't a little nervous about breaking that rule on accident.
This whole pregnancy, I have straight up just tried to ignore thoughts and feelings about how life is about to change big time for my sweet little Henry. But he's had me wrapped around his finger for about a week now. It's like he knows something's about to happen! But really it's just me. (So, for example, I haven't been letting him cry to sleep, but laying in his room with him for almost 45 minutes each night. Bad, mama!)
But I've avoided letting myself get too emotional or think too much about having another child and what it will do to Henry because I KNOW it will all turn out just fine. Everyone talks about feeling anxious, sad, worried about their first child when the second comes into the world. And as far as I know, no one, after that second child comes, wishes they could give that second baby back. So I've pushed all those thoughts to the side...
Yes, let me put myself in Henry's shoes over the next couple of months. Yes, let me give him some grace because surely this transition will feel huge to him- he's a BIG time momma's boy. But it's no use letting myself get all sappy about it (and I could, easily).
So for the record, Matt got on some baby name websites last night. I was like, "What are you doing? You're wasting your time." And he was. I think he was secretly hoping that the world had invented some new name and it was going to show up and pop out at him. I think we are down to two names, and as of last night the one that Matt was leaning toward is NOT the one that I was leaning toward.
Should we draw from a hat? Should we take votes from our nurses? Should we let the doctor decide? Should we wait till we see him? Should we rock, paper, scissors? And what if I straight up do not like the middle name, but it has family significance? Having some sort of family significance is something that matters to both of us - can I go through with giving my child a middle name that I do not like?
Well anyway, unless things happen really fast (which they could), it's looking like Thursday will be the day. So today, we are going to enjoy our last day as a family of three (plus my mom), and give Henry his last few hours of totally undivided, only child attention.
Oh my gosh! I'm having a baby tomorrow or sooner! I guess I've been pushing the feelings of excitement aside as well because, holy moly, that just hit me. Maybe he's just been waiting for me to tell him that I'm ready to meet him. I'm ready to meet you, baby! (Or maybe he wants a name before he comes out.) Don't worry, baby, God knows your name.
Thanks to those of you who stuck it out through this most random post. Happy Wednesday.
Supposedly if I get to the hospital on Thursday morning for induction but have had something to eat after midnight, they will straight up cancel it on me and send me home. Doesn't seem like a big deal, but the past two nights I have woken up HUNGRY around 3 or 4 AM. Obviously getting my baby out will be more of a priority than feeding my hungry tummy, but I can't say I wasn't a little nervous about breaking that rule on accident.
This whole pregnancy, I have straight up just tried to ignore thoughts and feelings about how life is about to change big time for my sweet little Henry. But he's had me wrapped around his finger for about a week now. It's like he knows something's about to happen! But really it's just me. (So, for example, I haven't been letting him cry to sleep, but laying in his room with him for almost 45 minutes each night. Bad, mama!)
But I've avoided letting myself get too emotional or think too much about having another child and what it will do to Henry because I KNOW it will all turn out just fine. Everyone talks about feeling anxious, sad, worried about their first child when the second comes into the world. And as far as I know, no one, after that second child comes, wishes they could give that second baby back. So I've pushed all those thoughts to the side...
Yes, let me put myself in Henry's shoes over the next couple of months. Yes, let me give him some grace because surely this transition will feel huge to him- he's a BIG time momma's boy. But it's no use letting myself get all sappy about it (and I could, easily).
So for the record, Matt got on some baby name websites last night. I was like, "What are you doing? You're wasting your time." And he was. I think he was secretly hoping that the world had invented some new name and it was going to show up and pop out at him. I think we are down to two names, and as of last night the one that Matt was leaning toward is NOT the one that I was leaning toward.
Should we draw from a hat? Should we take votes from our nurses? Should we let the doctor decide? Should we wait till we see him? Should we rock, paper, scissors? And what if I straight up do not like the middle name, but it has family significance? Having some sort of family significance is something that matters to both of us - can I go through with giving my child a middle name that I do not like?
Well anyway, unless things happen really fast (which they could), it's looking like Thursday will be the day. So today, we are going to enjoy our last day as a family of three (plus my mom), and give Henry his last few hours of totally undivided, only child attention.
Oh my gosh! I'm having a baby tomorrow or sooner! I guess I've been pushing the feelings of excitement aside as well because, holy moly, that just hit me. Maybe he's just been waiting for me to tell him that I'm ready to meet him. I'm ready to meet you, baby! (Or maybe he wants a name before he comes out.) Don't worry, baby, God knows your name.
Thanks to those of you who stuck it out through this most random post. Happy Wednesday.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
jinxed myself
The thing about weekly OB visits at this point in pregnancy is that they don't really do much as far as predicting the onset of labor. My appointment yesterday was exciting... so exciting in fact, that the doctor offered to induce me TODAY! Talk about being caught off guard! Much to everyone's surprise, I said no. Anticipation can be exciting. I like that part of it.
...But let's not get too carried away here. Going past my due date would NOT be exciting. So I called back later to see if he would induce me on Friday. The nurse had to check with him and I am still waiting for them to get back to me on an answer. However, doctor thinks I should be in there by natural causes in "the next couple of days."
So after the appointment, I made a rookie mistake. Embarrassing since I am not technically a rookie. I called my mom. She had a flight for Wednesday, but she changed it to today. I ate spicy food for dinner. I told people that I might not be "there" tomorrow - you know at events I previously planned to attend. Basically, I alerted the media, but there was really no news. Not in labor. I will be there. Sorry you spent an extra 50 bucks to change your flight, mom.
To top off the rookie mistake, I had been having approximately one contraction every hour for the last three days. Nothing painful. Nothing to write home about. But overnight they were either so weak that I couldn't feel them, or more likely, they went away all together.
Unlike last pregnancy, I am not going to throw a hissy-fit and spend all day researching natural labor induction techniques. (Although I won't lie and say I didn't stoop so low this morning at 3AM as to watch a couple of YouTube videos on accupressure to induce labor.) Instead I'm going to pretend to be a mature adult and assume that this is God's way of giving me time to wrap up the last 3-4 items on my to-do list that I have put off until now.
Since I know you care to know, some of those "to-do" items include:
- Getting Henry a present "from his baby brother." Supposedly this is a good way to help toddlers cope with the new addition.
- Getting unnamed baby 2 a baby book so I can get his footprint in it, and so later in life he won't wonder why his older brother had a baby book and he didn't. (Note to world, I still haven't completed Henry's 1st year baby book, so I'm not extremely excited about this purchase, but it must be done.)
- Reclean. I had a nesting frenzy one day last week. Apparently that was a week too early because everything is unclean and back to normal now. I'd like to get it spic 'n span again today... but a nap might be more necessary, seeing as I've been wide awake since 3:30 am now.
My actual written to do list is much longer, but it's not important that you know all the little things I put on there just so I can feel better about myself when I cross them off. Happy Tuesday!
...But let's not get too carried away here. Going past my due date would NOT be exciting. So I called back later to see if he would induce me on Friday. The nurse had to check with him and I am still waiting for them to get back to me on an answer. However, doctor thinks I should be in there by natural causes in "the next couple of days."
So after the appointment, I made a rookie mistake. Embarrassing since I am not technically a rookie. I called my mom. She had a flight for Wednesday, but she changed it to today. I ate spicy food for dinner. I told people that I might not be "there" tomorrow - you know at events I previously planned to attend. Basically, I alerted the media, but there was really no news. Not in labor. I will be there. Sorry you spent an extra 50 bucks to change your flight, mom.
To top off the rookie mistake, I had been having approximately one contraction every hour for the last three days. Nothing painful. Nothing to write home about. But overnight they were either so weak that I couldn't feel them, or more likely, they went away all together.
Unlike last pregnancy, I am not going to throw a hissy-fit and spend all day researching natural labor induction techniques. (Although I won't lie and say I didn't stoop so low this morning at 3AM as to watch a couple of YouTube videos on accupressure to induce labor.) Instead I'm going to pretend to be a mature adult and assume that this is God's way of giving me time to wrap up the last 3-4 items on my to-do list that I have put off until now.
Since I know you care to know, some of those "to-do" items include:
- Getting Henry a present "from his baby brother." Supposedly this is a good way to help toddlers cope with the new addition.
- Getting unnamed baby 2 a baby book so I can get his footprint in it, and so later in life he won't wonder why his older brother had a baby book and he didn't. (Note to world, I still haven't completed Henry's 1st year baby book, so I'm not extremely excited about this purchase, but it must be done.)
- Reclean. I had a nesting frenzy one day last week. Apparently that was a week too early because everything is unclean and back to normal now. I'd like to get it spic 'n span again today... but a nap might be more necessary, seeing as I've been wide awake since 3:30 am now.
My actual written to do list is much longer, but it's not important that you know all the little things I put on there just so I can feel better about myself when I cross them off. Happy Tuesday!
Monday, December 5, 2011
a pinterest fail
A couple of weeks ago I saw this on Pinterest.
Brilliant idea if you have a regular toaster instead of a toaster oven, right? Not going to lie, I actually tried this - because apparently putting cheese on toast and sticking it under the broiler for two minutes is really far too difficult.
MAJOR. FAIL. The crumbs that were already hanging out inside of my toaster seeped down into the sides of the toaster and smoke started coming out... along with the burning smell.
Now I wonder if someone put that "brilliant" idea on the internet just so some smarty pants like me would be silly enough to try it.
Source: grilledcheesesocial.com via Kelly on Pinterest
Brilliant idea if you have a regular toaster instead of a toaster oven, right? Not going to lie, I actually tried this - because apparently putting cheese on toast and sticking it under the broiler for two minutes is really far too difficult.
MAJOR. FAIL. The crumbs that were already hanging out inside of my toaster seeped down into the sides of the toaster and smoke started coming out... along with the burning smell.
Now I wonder if someone put that "brilliant" idea on the internet just so some smarty pants like me would be silly enough to try it.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
let's talk pedicures, shall we?
I got my "I'm about to have a baby" manicure and pedicure today. While I was sitting there, I realized that I'm probably more picky about my $25 pedicure than I am about my $20,000 (estimate, epidural included, possibly on the high side, but who's paying attention?) labor and delivery experience.
You see. If I did write up a "birth plan," which I won't, it would look something like this: EPI-FRICKIN-DURAL. The end.
However, if I had the option of writing up a "pedicure plan," it would be much more detailed.
For starters. I would like my feet to not be soaking in lukewarm water please. Make that water HOT! I want it "hot tub" hot, you know. It should be uncomfortable for about five seconds, like when you get in a hot tub. Then it feels great once your skin gets acclimated. None of this lukewarm business... because if it's lukewarm when you put your feet in, it basically just feels cold the longer they sit there.
Next. When you take that dirt scraper thing to scrape dirt out from my pretty toenails, DIG IN THERE! I should be able to feel you digging around for dirt. (Sorry if that grosses some of you out.) Don't be wimpy, woman! Don't just halfheartedly drag the little scraper underneath my nail! You can't sufficiently remove the dirt that way! Same goes for the cuticle cutting and the removing of callouses... actually get them off, don't just pick up the tools and pretend!
Finally, the lotion you're rubbing on my legs. SHOW ME SOME MUSCLE. Massage the lotion INTO my legs. Don't just pat, pat, pat it on. You are stronger than that, lady! Take pride in your job. :)
Okay, so maybe I'm a little high maintenance. But you know, there's gotta be some consistency. If I've been going to the same nail salon since like 8th grade, and most of the time they massage my feet and do a great job, then that will be what I come to expect. I think they should have called this "pedicure lite" and charged me less for it - you know as opposed to the deluxe where they charge you more.
On the bright side, the manicurist gave me a neck massage, so I can't complain too much. I can't lie and say that the whole experience left me wanting more... like a full body, "let's-apply-labor-inducing, accu-pressure," "let's-make-up-for-the-sorry-pedicure" massage.
In other news. I love the raised eyebrows I get now when people ask when I'm due. When I can answer, "Friday," it's much more exciting than, "two weeks" or even "next week." But let's be honest, baby probably won't come on Friday. Really, I'm not getting my hopes up. And we've pretty much decided he will be named in the hospital. Scary thought.
I think that's all for Sunday. Let's chat soon.
You see. If I did write up a "birth plan," which I won't, it would look something like this: EPI-FRICKIN-DURAL. The end.
However, if I had the option of writing up a "pedicure plan," it would be much more detailed.
For starters. I would like my feet to not be soaking in lukewarm water please. Make that water HOT! I want it "hot tub" hot, you know. It should be uncomfortable for about five seconds, like when you get in a hot tub. Then it feels great once your skin gets acclimated. None of this lukewarm business... because if it's lukewarm when you put your feet in, it basically just feels cold the longer they sit there.
Next. When you take that dirt scraper thing to scrape dirt out from my pretty toenails, DIG IN THERE! I should be able to feel you digging around for dirt. (Sorry if that grosses some of you out.) Don't be wimpy, woman! Don't just halfheartedly drag the little scraper underneath my nail! You can't sufficiently remove the dirt that way! Same goes for the cuticle cutting and the removing of callouses... actually get them off, don't just pick up the tools and pretend!
Finally, the lotion you're rubbing on my legs. SHOW ME SOME MUSCLE. Massage the lotion INTO my legs. Don't just pat, pat, pat it on. You are stronger than that, lady! Take pride in your job. :)
Okay, so maybe I'm a little high maintenance. But you know, there's gotta be some consistency. If I've been going to the same nail salon since like 8th grade, and most of the time they massage my feet and do a great job, then that will be what I come to expect. I think they should have called this "pedicure lite" and charged me less for it - you know as opposed to the deluxe where they charge you more.
On the bright side, the manicurist gave me a neck massage, so I can't complain too much. I can't lie and say that the whole experience left me wanting more... like a full body, "let's-apply-labor-inducing, accu-pressure," "let's-make-up-for-the-sorry-pedicure" massage.
In other news. I love the raised eyebrows I get now when people ask when I'm due. When I can answer, "Friday," it's much more exciting than, "two weeks" or even "next week." But let's be honest, baby probably won't come on Friday. Really, I'm not getting my hopes up. And we've pretty much decided he will be named in the hospital. Scary thought.
I think that's all for Sunday. Let's chat soon.
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