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March 20th, 2009 | Author:

8 years ago today, at 11:48 AM,  the bestest kidlet in the world made her grand entrance into the world.  In honor of that wonderful day, I am re-posting her birth story, here.

 Born 3/20/2001
11:48 AM
7 lbs 11 oz
20½ inches long

 

  Short version:
    TheKidlet Elizabeth was born on March 20, 2001 at 11:48AM via emergency c-section. She weighs 7lbs 11oz and is 20.5 inches long. Both of us are home and doing well, although she has a touch of jaundice that is already clearing up :-)

    Long version:

    Saturday, 3/17: While shopping at Wal-Mart, decide to buy a fresh pineapple and eat it in the hopes that it would get me ready for labor like the old wives’ tale says. Get busy and forget to cut it up.

    Monday, 3/19:
    5 AM: Go for my morning pee. During routine check of TP, notice small amount of brown, maybe mucous. Note somewhere in back of mind that it could be plug. Yawn. Go back to sleep.

    7 AM: Tell DaHubby what I saw. He has a hard time deciding whether or not to go to work because as he says “This could be it”. I tell him to go, to enjoy his birthday (!) without spending it wondering/watching/waiting to see if I was going to go into labor. No contractions. Can’t sleep so get up and take shower.

    12 NOON: Notice that mucous is getting redder. Realize that it is plug but am not concerned. Am more concerned that I can’t reach DaHubby on the cell phone if I need to. Start making lists of things that need to be done before baby arrives. List includes packing bag for hospital and putting bassinet together. The shower and the lists are the extent of my nesting.

    12:45 PM: DaHubby calls and leaves phone number where he can be reached if anything happens.

    2:45 PM: Go to regularly scheduled OB appointment.

    3:30 PM: Tell doc that I think plug has been lost. He tells me to strip and get up on the table. Internal exam reveals that I am dilated to 3 cm. Doctor may have stripped membranes~ this is a little hazy, I just remember it was extremely uncomfortable. He tells me to go home, call DaHubby, grab my bag and be at L&D by 6PM at the latest.

    3:32 PM: Put pants on, lift foot to put on shoe, water breaks — gushes all over the floor. Take five minutes to make way to door of exam room. Inform nurse that water has broken, she informs doctor. He says go straight to L&D. Realize that number that DaHubby gave me is sitting at home on desk. Begin to panic. During drive to hospital (yes, I drove myself but I still wasn’t having contractions at this point, I was just mad that I had to be in my new car gushing amniotic fluid all over the place) finally get in touch with someone who works with DaHubby who promises to contact him and deliver the message that I’m in labor and at the hospital. Call my parents and reassure father that I’m not insane for sitting in the car in the parking lot of the hospital rather than being *inside* the hospital. Walk through hospital with saturated pants and restrain self from smacking the L&D nurse who asked me if I’d had an “accident”.

    4:00 PM: Settled into my room at L&D, got my IV in and the straps wrapped around me to monitor the little one’s heartbeat and my contractions.

    4:15 PM: Contractions begin, but are manageable and irregular, and in my back. DaHubby arrives. I make yet another list — this one what I’ll need in my bag when he goes to get pack it for me.

    9:00 PM: Nurse checks me. Contractions are still irregular and in my back but they are somewhat productive, and have become very painful. They have definitely exceeded my very low threshold for pain. I’m now at 5cm and eligible for an epidural. When asked if I want an epidural, I smile and say please.

    10:00 PM: Epi-man arrives, and after a few attempts, gets epi in. Apparently my disks are quite close together and it was debatable whether or not I’d be able to even get an epi.

    11:00 PM: Epi medicine maxed out with no effects whatsoever, it didn’t take. Contractions are still in my back, and are getting stronger and closer together – I am writhing in pain, breathing is completely ineffective, I am making a valiant attempt to break DaHubby’s thumb. Epi-man says we can try again if I want. I agree to give it one more shot.

    11:45 PM: Epi kicks in. I tell epi-man he’s my hero.

    12:00 AM: Decide to try to sleep. It takes a couple of hours, but I do manage to catch about 2 hours of sleep.

    Tuesday 3/20:

    6:30 AM: Mom calls cell phone and wakes me up, wanting to know what’s going on. I tell her I’m sleeping and I’ll call her back. She asks if that means I’m not in labor. I tell her no, I am in labor, but the epi-man came to see me. Nurse comes in and checks me, and says I’m at 7cm.

    8:00 AM: Doctor comes in and says that my contractions are strong, but still irregular, and I’m still only at 6 cm. I am concerned that I have apparently gone BACKWARDS?!? He manages to not laugh at me as he reminds me that it’s pretty subjective measuring dilation. Asks if I object to him starting pitocin to regulate the contractions. I tell him not at all since I can’t really feel the contractions, just some tightening.

    9:00 AM: Doctor comes in and I’m fully dilated. Tells me that she is posterior and that’s why I’m having back labor. I knew that, but I’m feeling an incredible amount of pressure – not pain, just pressure – and it’s uncomfortable. He tells me that he wants me to start pushing, and he’ll let me push for an hour to see if she’ll turn as she moves down. I have two student nurses who were taking care of me all morning in the room (they asked if they could stay and although I had always thought I’d say no to something like that I decided to let them stay. It may benefit another mother someday) and they hold my legs so DaHubby can concentrate on me.

    9:30 AM: Doctor comes back in the room, checks, and she has moved from a 0 station to a -2, but hasn’t turned. He manually turns her. I thank God for the epidural. She turns back. He turns her again, and this time holds her there while I push for 20 minutes. She stays anterior, but doesn’t move any closer to her final destination. He says push for another hour.

    10:30 AM: Still no progress. He suggests the use of forceps and explains to DaHubby and I how they work. We agree to give it a try. We know we’re running out of time because my temperature is rising and it’s getting close to the 24-hour mark for my membranes being ruptured.

    11:00 AM: I have put a curse on the entire family lineage of whomever came up with the idea of forceps. I can only imagine how bad it would be without an epidural. It was pure, unadulterated hell with it. Doctor asks if we want to try them again or do a c-section. We can only try them again for a short time because my blood pressure and temp were both rising and there was absolutely no progress on the first attempt. I convey the message that I will hurt him if he comes near me with those medieval instruments of torture again. I believe I may have even offered to try them out on him sometime, but I’m not sure. DaHubby asks if he can go with me into the c-section. The doctor is impressed, I guess in this ‘neck of the woods’ not a lot of men want to accompany their wives into the OR. We tell the doctor that we’ll do the section.

    11:10 AM: They move me into the OR, a different epi-man comes and maxes out my dosage, and asks me about Dura-Morph. I say yes, morphine sounds good. The epi-man is really good, and I don’t feel a thing – no tugging, etc. DaHubby watches the whole thing, fascinated. I realize I have given the student nurses the full gamut of the birth experience other than completely unmedicated — and a woman down the hall was giving them an earful of that ;-).

    11:48 AM: TheKidlet makes her entrance into the world. DaHubby cuts the cord, another thing that impresses the doctor. They show her to me, the nurse says something about “he” was perfect which throws me into a slight panic, but when I ask she confirms that it’s a girl. The epi-guy administers the Dura-Morph. They clean the baby and bring her back to show me again, and the nurse very patiently holds her next to my head for a full five minutes so we can get acquainted, since DaHubby is watching them put me back together. This from the man who declined when the nurse asked if he wanted to come see the head (when I was pushing). Something about spoiling the view at the playground is what he says.

    12:15 PM: I’m in recovery, TheKidlet is in the nursery being bathed and weighed and measured and is very alert, and DaHubby is taking pictures.

    2:30 PM: Wake up. Call both of my parents who are in complete panics by this time since they haven’t heard anything. Apologize profusely but explain that I was a little busy :-)

    I was discharged on Friday, and we have been settling in. All in all, it wasn’t an ideal birth and not an experience I care to repeat any time soon, but she’s here, healthy and happy and that’s what really matters. DaHubby was awesome through the whole thing, and is completely in love. I couldn’t have asked for a better coach and daddy.

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March 15th, 2009 | Author:

A couple of weeks ago, I ended up at the doctor’s with what I just knew was one of my wonderful asymptomatic sinus infections.  (A days-long headache being the only symptom.)  Two exams and a series of x-rays later, it was determined that I did not have a sinus infection.  Just a headache, says the doc.  Take 600mg of ibuprofen 3 times per day, for 3 days.  If it’s not gone by then, come back and see me.

Good doctors don’t indulge hypochondriacs, I guess.

It’s allergy season in North Carolina, and despite having a really good allergy barrier in place in order to avoid the idiopathic hives problem, my nasal allergies have been flaring up.  Meaning headaches.  Or so I keep telling myself.

Interject the decision to run a 5K in May.  I started training this week.

Then came Friday.  Friday my friend C, who had surgery the Friday before and hosted a birthday party the next day for her daughter (can YOU say crazy woman?) mentioned that Sunday was her DH’s birthday and she was feeling bad for having learned her lesson the weekend before.  I say “Hey, we can do it.  You show up, we’ll cook dinner and have peeps over.”

Did you know my house looks like a complete wreck 99% of the time?  Yeah, it does.

DaHubby really likes C & K, so when I mentioned the dilemma to him, he was agreeable to hosting the birthday dinner.

Saturday we got up, DaHubby came home from running his 5K, and The Kidlet and I went to the grocery store.  We stocked up, and I came home and DaHubby and I struck an agreement:  I would cook and he would clean.

See the brain tumor behavior?  I mean, cleaning is so clearly not my forte either, but me?  Cook an entire Italian meal?  By myself?

So I made meatballs, browned them and got them in the crockpot.

I baked a cake and set it aside to cool.

I made two 9×13 pans of baked ziti.

I made a huge salad complete with cucumbers and tomatoes.

I frosted the cake.

I made roasted asparagus with parmesan cheese.

I made garlic bread.

And by the time  the guests walked in, the house was clean including the kitchen, and I was smelling the garlic bread finish up, and starting on my first glass of wine.

We ate, we sang Happy Birthday, we drank a lot of wine, we talked, we laughed, we hung out until the wee hours of the morning.  C’s kids stayed the night so K could focus on his homework and his Honey Do list, and on C.

I woke up with a headache.

I listened to three children play the Wii, very loudly.

I sighed.

And then I got up, and went into the kitchen and made an apple crisp.  Then I cleaned the kitchen.

SEE?  RUNNING, COOKING, CLEANING, WATCHING OTHER PEOPLE’S CHILDREN.  BRAIN TUMOR BEHAVIOR.

March 12th, 2009 | Author:

Smidgen vs. the automatic shower cleaner.

No worries, I’m not gonna recount a story of Smidgen being doused by the automatic shower cleaner because while that would be REALLY funny (the spastic reaction, not the exposure to chemicals) it’s not that kind of battle.

It’s a battle of wills.

And it’s really Smidgen vs. me, in my efforts to push the button to start the automatic shower cleaner.

See, Smidgen sits outside the shower while I’m in it, because she follows me everywhere.  And if she’s not admiring her reflection in the porcelain of the toilet, she’s watching the water drops on the shower door, occasionally making eye contact with me and putther her paw up on the door.  It’s really kind of cute.

When I’m done in the shower, she waits patiently for me to exit, at which point she gets in.

And just sits there.

She doesn’t lick the water (I’ve had cats that did.)  She just sits there and kind of looks around, and hangs out.  It’s almost like it’s her shower time.

My desire is to push the button as I leave the bathroom that will start the automatic shower cleaner.  Every day I call her name, an act that at any other time has her bounding over for a kiss or a head scratch.  In the bathroom, in generates a stare.

I stare back.  I participate in a battle of wills with a 6 month old cat.   I call.  She stares.  I stare back.

Eventually, we meet in the middle – I kneel down and call her, and she comes out.  I press the button, she hears the beep, and she runs.

It looks really bad in writing, doesn’t it?

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March 08th, 2009 | Author:

Spring soccer season has started.  And so while this really isn’t a “hey, I’m a mom and look what my kid did!” blog… I am a mom, and my kid does some cool stuff.  And

SHE GOT HER FIRST GOAL on Saturday.

Here are some pictures to commemorate the day:

Waiting for the game to start.

Waiting for the game to start.

Set up to be goalie for the first quarter.

Set up to be goalie for the first quarter.

Being a goalie sometimes means a lot of standing around waiting.

Being a goalie sometimes means a lot of standing around waiting.

Until, oh, crap!  Here they come!

Until, oh, crap! Here they come!

The Kidlet's BFF, K, encouraging her teammate to throw her the ball.

The Kidlet's BFF, K, encouraging her teammate to throw her the ball.

Can't you just hear the "got it!" that she's thinking?

Can't you just hear the "got it!" that she's thinking?

Running to follow the ball.

Running to follow the ball.

There's nothing near her but the ball and the ref.

There's nothing near her but the ball and the ref.

Uhm, no - that's MY ball.

Uhm, no - that's MY ball.

Yeah. that's what I'm supposed to do.

Yeah. that's what I'm supposed to do.

Getting instructions from Coach K.

Getting instructions from Coach K.

Blocking a throw-in.

Blocking a throw-in.

Not long after getting her first goal - more concentration, and total nonchalance.

Not long after getting her first goal - more concentration, and total nonchalance.

Today, she dragged DaHubby out to practice…. cause now she is so much better than last year.

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