If you have a minute or 3, you will see why we don't need cable tv to entertain us...
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
aversion
a·ver·sion
–noun1.
a strong feeling of dislike, opposition, repugnance, or antipathy (usually fol. by to ): a strong aversion to snakes and spiders.
2.
a cause or object of dislike; person or thing that causes antipathy
3.
Obsolete . the act of averting; a turning away or preventing.
I'm assuming that the definition in red is most appropriate for the procedure that I endured today. However, all of the other definitions are perhaps more fitting to how I felt about the entire experience.
They decided to manually turn my baby from the outside. It was the most uncomfortable thing I have ever endured. Since I haven't been contracting at all they just gave me a saline IV and told me to try and relax. Relax? Why is it whenever someone tells you to relax it means that something very stressful is about to happen. They covered me in about a gallon of gel and two doctors hovered over me, one monitoring the position of the baby with an ultrasound machine, and the other working me over with his hands, forearms, and elbows trying to get this little baby into position.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect and I probably would have been fine until nurses started saying things like: oh, it usually doesn't take this long; momma, you are doing so well; remember to keep breathing. All the while I was breaking into a cold sweat. The baby kept wanting to flip her head back to the top, but they were finally successful in their efforts and got her vertical with her head down.
I was nowhere near ready to be induced, so now I just have to wait and hope that she doesn't try to flip back on her own. If she is breech again on Monday, c-section will be the only remaining option.
I'm assuming that the definition in red is most appropriate for the procedure that I endured today. However, all of the other definitions are perhaps more fitting to how I felt about the entire experience.
They decided to manually turn my baby from the outside. It was the most uncomfortable thing I have ever endured. Since I haven't been contracting at all they just gave me a saline IV and told me to try and relax. Relax? Why is it whenever someone tells you to relax it means that something very stressful is about to happen. They covered me in about a gallon of gel and two doctors hovered over me, one monitoring the position of the baby with an ultrasound machine, and the other working me over with his hands, forearms, and elbows trying to get this little baby into position.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect and I probably would have been fine until nurses started saying things like: oh, it usually doesn't take this long; momma, you are doing so well; remember to keep breathing. All the while I was breaking into a cold sweat. The baby kept wanting to flip her head back to the top, but they were finally successful in their efforts and got her vertical with her head down.
I was nowhere near ready to be induced, so now I just have to wait and hope that she doesn't try to flip back on her own. If she is breech again on Monday, c-section will be the only remaining option.
Tonight, however, I feel like a human punching bag. Which, coincidentally, has a lot to do with the name we have picked out...but that's the only hint I'm giving for now.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
birthday bliss.
Today I turned the big 3-0. 
It didn't feel how I thought it would. You know how when you are a kid and you look at people who are 30 and you think they look really old, well I didn't quite feel how I thought they looked back then. I guess that's a good thing, right? I mean, I still feel pretty young. I've had a lot of experiences in my life and I am waiting for my daughter to be born any day now. I am thinking 30 is an awesome place to be in and things are only looking to get better.
The day started off awesome. Adam was up before 7 to take care of Max and he didn't come back to bed. After some coaxing I went in to find that the hard wooden chair that usually sits in front of my computer had been replaced by an awesome, adjustable, leather office chair.
I don't know who liked the gift more, because Max had the time of his life pushing and spinning that chair around the house all day long.
By 8am we were headed off to breakfast at Ihop.
My younger brother Tori has been staying with us for the past couple of weeks. (For those of you that don't know Tori he is a special kid with touch of epilepsy and autism in the mix.) I call him my butler...he thinks he's on vacation, so it works out beautifully for both of us. He thinks it's awesome to be away from home for so long and I let him take out the trash and carry laundry baskets for me.
Breakfast was on Tori...thanks buddy.
Because of my epilepsy(different from Tori's, but still most likely hereditary) The baby and I have to be monitored for an hour every week. After breakfast I went to my weekly appointment and yes, even at 38 1/2 weeks, this little girl is still moving around inside like a synchronized swimmer. Each week she is in a different position. I keep hoping that she will get big enough that she won't be able to turn, but now she has put her head back up and I am nervous that if she doesn't get it back down within the next week they are going to try to turn her from the outside(which I haven't heard good things about).
If this is a shadow and type of things to come, I may have one feisty little chica on my hands.
Then I got to come home and take a 2-hour nap while Adam cleaned the house and took care of Max...I love naps.
Later that evening, we dropped Max off with Adam's brother and went out to dinner. It was nice to have some quiet conversation.
Adam did something I never expected and surprised me with some handwritten letters wrapped in boxes that lead to some beautiful jewelry, of which he had to write in parentheses(yes, they're real). It was hard to keep from crying.
It was an amazing day.
Now I just want to celebrate my daughter's birthday. really. now. before I explode.
It didn't feel how I thought it would. You know how when you are a kid and you look at people who are 30 and you think they look really old, well I didn't quite feel how I thought they looked back then. I guess that's a good thing, right? I mean, I still feel pretty young. I've had a lot of experiences in my life and I am waiting for my daughter to be born any day now. I am thinking 30 is an awesome place to be in and things are only looking to get better.
The day started off awesome. Adam was up before 7 to take care of Max and he didn't come back to bed. After some coaxing I went in to find that the hard wooden chair that usually sits in front of my computer had been replaced by an awesome, adjustable, leather office chair.
I don't know who liked the gift more, because Max had the time of his life pushing and spinning that chair around the house all day long.
By 8am we were headed off to breakfast at Ihop.
My younger brother Tori has been staying with us for the past couple of weeks. (For those of you that don't know Tori he is a special kid with touch of epilepsy and autism in the mix.) I call him my butler...he thinks he's on vacation, so it works out beautifully for both of us. He thinks it's awesome to be away from home for so long and I let him take out the trash and carry laundry baskets for me.
Breakfast was on Tori...thanks buddy.
Because of my epilepsy(different from Tori's, but still most likely hereditary) The baby and I have to be monitored for an hour every week. After breakfast I went to my weekly appointment and yes, even at 38 1/2 weeks, this little girl is still moving around inside like a synchronized swimmer. Each week she is in a different position. I keep hoping that she will get big enough that she won't be able to turn, but now she has put her head back up and I am nervous that if she doesn't get it back down within the next week they are going to try to turn her from the outside(which I haven't heard good things about).
If this is a shadow and type of things to come, I may have one feisty little chica on my hands.
Then I got to come home and take a 2-hour nap while Adam cleaned the house and took care of Max...I love naps.
Later that evening, we dropped Max off with Adam's brother and went out to dinner. It was nice to have some quiet conversation.
Adam did something I never expected and surprised me with some handwritten letters wrapped in boxes that lead to some beautiful jewelry, of which he had to write in parentheses(yes, they're real). It was hard to keep from crying.It was an amazing day.
Now I just want to celebrate my daughter's birthday. really. now. before I explode.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Bump.
I just couldn't resist having Adam take a snapshot of me next to this sign on Main St. This may be my one and only pregnancy photo for baby #2. As you can see, I am about to pop.
Less than two weeks to go, if she cooperates. If not, we may be looking at another 10-pounder like Max....I wouldn't mind except they actually expect me to push her out this time around.
At least the temperatures have come down into the 80s and 90s...it's been a long summer.
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