Monday, June 28, 2010

Before I lose my mind - F's Birth Story

I've told the story dozens upon dozens of times but I realized I hadn't written it down. Since I'm rounding the corner into labor and delivery for the second time, I think it's about time I jot down F's birth story before the details of the two get jumbled together.

Here we go:
It was a regular old week at the office, working hard for the weekend - you know back in 2008, when I can say I'd blink twice and 11 hours had passed. It was my regular old Tuesday weekly appointment. There were two docs in my office; mine and his partner (whom I adored). This was my 38 week appointment, I was expecting the usual boring pee in a cup, blood pressure, internal - in and out in 15 minutes.

It started out that way...except that my doc was on vacation for the week and I was 4cm dilated, fully effaced and her head was at zero station. In the middle of the internal, the doc so calmly fired off 20 questions, "how on Earth are you walking around right now? This baby is going to fall out of you! Aren't you feeling contractions? What are you doing? You're going to have this baby within the day or so." I nervously laughed because a) hell yes, I was uncomfortable but isn't every 9 month pregnant lady? b) I told her that I was still working and I was headed back to the office, so I couldn't have the baby just yet. c) I WAS ONLY 38weeks!! Aren't all first babies a week or so late? I knew I had 3 more weeks of being miserable ahead.

Since I was already in beginning stages of labor, she suggested stripping my membranes to get things moving toward active and said that she'd see me that night in the hospital. That's how certain she was that I was allowing denial to get in the way of me reading my body signs. The hubs and I walked out of the office shell shocked because it was soooo not the appointment we expected to have. We silently walked to our cars and then I looked at him and said, "holy shit. WE are going to be parents." He told me to call him if things picked up and we both headed back to work.

I made it back to the office and told my boss that I'd be wrapping up the day and be checking out for my leave. She just about flew out of her chair hearing the appointment recap, after all, I was showing no signs of being uncomfortable. Just as the doc expected, I started feeling the contractions right away. I quickly (like in 3 hours) tied up my work loose ends and headed home. I had a hospital bag to pack! We were totally ready. haha

H made it home and at that point the contractions had been coming 4 minutes apart for just over an hour. I had the bags packed and told him if he wanted to shower before he met his daughter that he'd need to get in now. I walked the house and waited for the next 45 to pass before calling the doc. Sure enough, I was sent straight to L&D. Holy crap, I was going to be having a baby.

We were admitted about 6PMish and got hooked up to the fetal monitors and began the wait. Never having the birthing experience before, I don't know what exactly what was to happen next. It was kinda a waiting game, hoping the contractions would pick up. They were consistent and I was 'at about a 5' so I was in for the long haul. My doc came in at about 9PM on her normal rounds to check me. She broke my water since the contractions themselves hadn't dilated me any further along. Now this was something, who knew how much fluid was in there? It was like the Niagara Falls floodgates had been opened. I lost a lot of fluid and then some.

And sure enough the contractions hit harder and faster.

But there was a new obstacle. The baby's heart rate started to drop each time I was contracting. I wasn't feeling pain from the contractions because adrenaline for her health had kicked into high gear.

And this continued until after midnight. The nurses continued to work to stabilize her heart rate during the contractions. My body wouldn't progress, I was frustrated and stuck at 5-6cm.

About 2AM, I was offered pitocin to try and get my body to progress. At the this time, with all the uncertainty with the meds and the lack of progression, I opted for the epidural. This all ended up being executed sometime in the 3AM hour. Hours seem to fly by when you're on someone else's clock. 3AM and less than 2cm of progression in nearly 9 hours of laboring in the hospital - not to mention the 2-3 at home - I was exhausted. The pitocin did it's job by jumping up my contractions. They were much harder and on top of one another but I wasn't progressing and the babe's heart rate continued to drop each time. They backed off the pitocin when they realized it wouldn't jump me to 10cm so I could get the babe out.

5AM and starting to feel defeated, questioning just about everything under the sun. Not a happy place to be when exhaustion and pain had hit all time high. What was wrong with me? I had the easiest pregnancy thus far, why would there be so much going against me in the delivery room. The nurses seemed to be running out of ideas. She had come in before 6AM and said that if I didn't start moving along, I would need to "explore other delivery options." I was vehemently against a c-section and why shouldn't I be? Less than 24hours ago, my doc was explaining how ready my body was and that it should be an easy delivery. This was the polar opposite of that. Unless my life and the babe's was at risk, surgery the very last resort in my eyes.

A light bulb went off suddenly. I knew a L&D nurse - like an acquaintance-type know. I went to HS with her son. It had been over a decade since she had probably heard my name. I was desperate and name dropped. I needed her at the shift change. It worked. I needed someone's advice I could trust, if she told me that my best option was a cesarean then I would try and swallow that pill and move along.

The moment she walked in the room, a familiar face, sent me into tears. Silent sob, tears. She was probably thinking, "oh great, why did I have to work this morning?!"

She was amazing and I recapped the past 12hours of no progress and my thoughts of keeping it out of the OR. I'll never, ever, forget her words to me. It was like sing-song words of the sweetest kind. "Oh honey, I'm an old bird around here. I've got tricks up my sleeve some of these nurses have never seen. I have a less than 5% c-section rate. We'll get this baby in your arms shortly." I fought back tears. I might have even told her that I loved her.

It was 8AM and we were about to start her new plan. She worked with my doc and was to give her hourly updates. She thought that when my water broke the babe's umbilical cord got pinched up against the side of the ute wall causing her heart rate to drop during contractions. Want to know the simple solution to my babe's heart rate dropping for the past 10ish hours? The exact opposite of how this all started. Flushing fluid back up into my uterus in hopes of her repositioning herself.

Wouldn't you know that between 8AM and 11AM I dilated from 6 to 10cm. That's right. Why couldn't someone, ANYONE in the previous 14 hours thought of this?! W.T.F.

The doc waltzed in at 11:15AM & we welcomed our first baby girl to the world at 11:36AM.

A healthy 7lbs 3oz and 20 inches long. She was perfect.

I can't imagine being taken into surgery for such an easy fix. Although I was feeling frustrated, I listened to my body and nothing about surgery made sense to me. Thankfully, I found a nurse who wanted to help me through it. Without a shadow of a doubt, she is the reason I had the birth I did. Even in hindsight and being upset over the hours of unnecessary stress and labor, I was healthy and she was healthy. All was well with the world.

See? Chubby cheeks straight from the womb. 2.5 years later and she's still got 'em.

Thursday, June 24, 2010


I was a combo of mortified and choking back tears and snorts of laughter when I stumbled upon my dear, sweet, innocent (ha!) two year old daughter yesterday morning in the backyard with Gunny.

Here's the scene: I'm recreating this mainly for me because I'm going to need to relive this in my hormonal, sleep deprived state shortly to realize this is exactly why I am here.

Me: ::Loading the breakfast dishes in the washer. I hear her open the slider and go outside with the dog and think nothing of it. Finish up wiping the counter and realize there has been two solid minutes of pure silence. Something is fishy, utter silence is impossible around here. I walk to the slider and peek outside::

F: ::PJ pants left just outside the slider door and princess panties dropped about 4 feet beyond the PJs::

Me: ::Eyes follow the PJs and the drawers, eyes get big and blank stare appears when I see naked buns squatting just beyond the patio on the edge of the grass.::
Oh honey, WHAT are you doing?
::no use, she's already done::

F: Mommy, Gunny went potty. ::Pointing to puddle just under her. Gunny is on the opposite side of yard contently chewing on a toy::

Me: Baby girl, are you sure that Gunny went potty right there? Look, he's playing with his toy.

F: ::cocks her head and looks up at me only with her eyes::
No Mommy, I went peepee.
::Finished off with a very pompous shiteating grin::

Me: Oh F, you know you are supposed to go potty on the toilet only. Doggies go potty outside in the yard. Are you a doggy?

F: No, mommy.
::very matter-of-factly:: Gunny is the doggy.

It took just about every ounce of my hugely pregnant self to not lose in front of her. Think middle school aged boy farting during a test to get a rile out of the class, I was beet red and had tears. I walked in the house and lost my mind. How in the world does a TWO year old know to blame the dog on something she knows is wrong? Why am I laughing and how am I really going rationalize this with her? Other than the fact that my mind might be that of a 12year old boy, I got nothing.

You think we can pull this story out again when she's 16 in front of her boyfriend or the first time she thinks that her uber-cool parents are embarrassing?

You can bet your ass on it. This one is being filed for future use.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

First day of Summer +1

How quickly things change in a 24 hour period, I'm officially on leave for the duration of the summer. I'm a mixed bag of emotions over it but my bod is getting too old for this pregnancy/toddler/work combo. I hope the juggling two kid-work combo fits better. The pregnancy heavens are probably singing joyous melodies that they only have to hear my bitching for another couple weeks (max!) for there will be peace again for the rest of eternity when I deliver.

So, back to the ch-ch-chaaanges. I left work Monday evening for the last time in awhile came home to the usual nighttime routine. Oddly enough, I woke up today feeling like I had consumed three too many sangrias the night before. The weirdest hangover ever, even though I'm not sure I remember exactly how a hangover feels...I imagine it was the crash of work-overload Monday.

Fal and I hit the beach with my sis and kids. It was a gorgeous day and probably the best way to kick off the start of my leave. I got a bit of sunshine and a new lease on life. This non-working thing might look good on me after all.

Waiiit a minute.

Yup, I spoke too soon. We got home after a little beach picnic lunch and she fought a nap for an hour and half. Sweetness. I missed my brow appointment because she didn't feel like napping. Little did I know that she'd make it up tenfold when she hit the toilet for a poop-sesh on her own! I swear this made up for all of today's tears. Sadly, one of the biggest highlights of my day.

After the poop, we made a fantastic pizza for dinner. Thank you TJ's for saving me the hours of dough prep. I luuurve making my own but seriously their dough is the next best thing. It really is. She was proud of her pizza. Mommy more 'matoes. She adores the red fruit. And cheese.IMG_1882

To top of our fantastic first eve of summer, we took a tour of our backyard and found all kinds of yumminess ready for the picking.

Happiness is seeing avocados finally sprouting:

And figs (see on the leftish side):

And apricots:

She snagged an apricot right off the tree for dessert.
This is the first time I've looked at her thinking she needs a haircut. I mean look at those scraggly ends! LOL. I suppose anyone's ends would look the same if they hadn't had a trim in nearly 2.5 years.

It doesn't get much better than this, folks. Happy Summer.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010


It's official. I'm waddling.


And huge.

Holy pressure downstairs. The doc continues to tell me that since my ute has been used and abused - well, not exactly his words - pressure, pain and waddling are here to stay until the end. Cheers to second babies!

The past week has been eventful. I've been having irregular contractions, aforementioned pressure coupled with an insomniac two year old make for fun days.

I'm not all piss and vinegar, Friday's appointment went well! Deuce is tipping the scales at an impressive 6lbs 3oz. Right on track with Fal in the growth department - if Deuce delivers at 38 weeks, too, then they'll be about the same size. Assuming I don't go into my 44th week of pregnancy, my irrational fear of a 10 pounder has been squashed. Not to worry, I've covered that base already. The hubs has agreed to put me out of my misery if I'm still pregnant at that point. :)

I'm also 1cm dilated and 10% effaced. Honestly, with all the pressure I've been feeling I was kinda expecting to be a teensy bit further along. YAY for any progress though!!

Other than feeling like I just completed my 3rd day of hell week for field hockey in college, I'm doing okay. I just wish I was able cure the achy back and legs like I did in the days of yore; pour a niiiiice cocktail and hop in the neighbor's jacuzzi. For now, I'm going to kick up my feet and enjoy my sugar-free/fat-free chocolate pudding with blueberries and strawberries. Somehow it just doesn't sound quite as glamorous, does it?

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Daddy's Girl

This has got to be one of my favorite pictures ever.

Hubs and his little girl on their first of many Father's days together. I don't know if she knew then how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger.

...and now 2 years later...
Family 16
I don't think there can be anything she loves more. Not even her blankies.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

A Bee Story

...and you want to know why? Because he's dead.

Does leaving a stinger in F's foot make it his last day breathing or was that a myth our parents' told us to keep bee fears to a minimum? In any case, we learned this weekend that, thankfully, she's not allergic to bee stings. Unfortunately, it was the hard way. I pulled out what felt like a .25 inch stinger out of her heel.
I don't think I've been stung to the point of stinger left behind, I have no idea how badly it hurts...I have gotten nipped by a bee a couple times but I had the sense to flick the damn thing away before it really left a mark (and even then with a nip I felt the burn for a long while). Poor girl didn't have a chance. She's still tip toeing around not putting too much weight on her left foot. The doc said that she should be back 100% within 5 days. Whoopie.

Other than the bee being productive, we had an eventful weekend ourselves. The nesting continued, Baby Deuce officially has a bed to sleep in. Of course, the sheets aren't ready to go (they're on my shopping list). Big sis was such a help though! She insisted on cleaning the crib with Daddy and even helped with her screwdriver to make sure the screws were in there tight.
IMG_1860 What a helper!

There was one buddy who wasn't as excited to be seeing the action.IMG_1863I'm thinking he knows that there's someone who will be joining the ranks ahead of him? From this attitude, it looks like he gets it.

We gave our tired couch a new home & in our continued efforts to live green we replaced it with a new (to us) one. With many peeps still downsizing, there's a plethora of new condition secondhand finds to be had on craigslist. We picked up a custom made sofa for over $1k less than what they paid not long ago. I'm plopped on it right now still in awe that we snagged such a find.

We were able to find some downtime this afternoon. F and I had squeezed in some quality cuddles. She was taking full advantage of the aforementioned "that bee was not nice" situation. I'm soaking in all the snuggles she's wanting to share with me and adoring all the one liners she's been dropping. Her vocab has jumped tenfold lately and it's not often she wants me over her daddy.

How 'bout these ABC skillz? DISCLAIMER: you'll have to close your eyes if you hit play. I have no idea why I was so shaky, it's never happened before on my vids. Maybe the camera was zoomed in? Chalk this one up to pregnancy brain.

In any case, she's pretty good - skipping a few here and there - but I'd say she's on her way to being a spelling bee pro.

ABCs from jaugs on Vimeo.

See the bee stories come full circle 'round here.

Friday, June 11, 2010

One Fish, Two Fish

Deuce is already one loved kid.

Mommy & Daddy were so smart the first time around and bought all the baby stuff gender neutral with very the thought that s/he would from birth be environmentally friendly and reuse all big sister's stuff. Well, that AND Auntie Ellen was super generous for Mother's Day and gifted Deuce all kinds of new goodies . We're pretty much all set in the gear department.

My super crafty sis offered to throw Deuce a shower but we certainly didn't need or want anything. My list of things to buy for this kid are pump replacement parts, new nipples for the bottles, a couple new sheets....and that's pretty much it. Plus, aren't 2nd showers a faux pas? She said that every babe deserved a celebration! Who am I to argue with that? Shower it was.

With no registry or baby crap to purchase, she put together the most adorable shower a second child could need. A book shower!

The request was to bring your favorite childhood book for Deuce. Love it.

The decor was perfect...
Are you dying over these onesies?! She made them.
She is crafty.
The 3 tables were adorned with book-themed centerpieces.
I mean, really!?
I think this is the blue fish. The red fish, whom F appropriately named "Mommydaddy," is now residing in our dining room.

I loathe shower games. Ick. Although this one would have been fun, should I have been able to participate. Decorate a onesie. That's it. I picked a favorite & the artist won a prize. Easy peasy, right?
AND Deuce is now outfitted with some one of a kind pieces.

Food and drink, yes please. We're saving the good bubbly for my "no longer pregnant celebration!" in July/August. What's missing from these pics are the Belgium waffles & homemade whipped cream and strawberries and Nutella. Oh dear, quite possibly the best damn combo ever. I wish I had a waffle. Right now.
See those cute bookmarks? My sister-in-law was kind enough to make the favors! So cute!

....and Deuce's loot? It so quaintly fits on a bitty table. F & I just can't wait to snuggle up with the babe and read stories.

Thank you to our family & friends who shared the afternoon celebrating Deuce. We definitely are loved.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

I can count on one hand

I'm finally on the final countdown. 35 weeks pregnant. Which means only 35 days to go! Goooo me :)

Want the latest?
Uncomfortable? check.
Sleepless nights? check.
Swelling extremities? check.
Yup, sounds like I'm just about ready.

My appointment this week was boring as usual, which is never a bad thing. She wanted to sign me out of work this week. Umm, THIS WEEK?! I'm not ready for that. I worked into labor with F and had all intentions of doing so again. Sure, I'm feeling much more tired and icky than I did the first go 'round but I've still got 5 weeks. WTH am I going to do with myself? I'll be waiting and obsessing over every little thing, twitch, pinch and all the other minute details we haven't covered. I'm not sure what is healthier for me, sitting at my office working or being home with a toddler and puppy. I talked my way into one more week of work and we'll reassess next appointment. The more I think about it though, I'm leaning toward taking the time off. It might lift my spirits a bit. I've been crabby lately.

Here we are this morning - 35weeks and as pretty as can be at 7am. It's a quick glimpse into what my normal routine is going to be; climbing and clingy 2 year old and instead of holding a camera Deuce will be taking up armspace. Someone hug me. I'm scared. For real this time.


Tuesday, June 8, 2010

potpourri of goodness

I've got a backlog of nonsense to share. Why not just mix it all up right here?

Remember her first day of daycare? This was us then...

And us now! My big girl on her way to her last day at daycare. I can't believe she's closed this chapter in her life. I'm more than amazed by her everyday. I can't wait for her to start up preschool this fall.
Unrelated to daycare, sure that first picture may be a tinge dark but I've miraculously managed to age 5 years in 2. That's just how talented I am. Oy vey.

She's excited for her last day, too!

I mentioned we went off to Grandma & Papa's lake for Memorial. G&P were out there enjoying some r&r before the grandkids & granddogs took over Thursday night. We had some fantastic QT before grandma had to go in for surgery the following week. We had such an amazing weekend! Now that I'm thisclose to not being pregnant anymore, we probably won't be back out until I'm cleared from my PP appointment sometime in August.

snuggle bugs. Can you believe she let him share her bed? His snoring doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest. I tried snapping the pic before she woke up but no such luck.
Me and my heart.
She digs going fast.
Me and my babes floating and enjoying our last trip to the lake before BD becomes an outside baby.
Grandma & baby girl enjoying sun & chips. <3
I think this wraps up our May. June gloom is here but it's not stopping the madness in these parts - have no fear, we'll have loads of nonsense to share.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Everyone Poops

Although not everyone prefers to poop in their daughter does.

However, we just completed our third week of diaperless days. That deserves a wooohooo!

I've been more than pleased with Fal's performance so far. She filled her potty chart well over a week ago and I've been the bad mommy who hasn't replenished the chart with fresh squares. Good news though, she doesn't seem to be motivated by prizes OR at least that's what I've been convincing myself for not following through on the chart. We were out at Grandma & Papa's lake house for the week over Memorial weekend. Beaches, boat, bathing suits and swimming made life without diapers easy. I'm officially convinced that summertime is the perfect time to take the potty plunge.

We're still struggling with pooping though. Yuppers, more poop talk. Just this morning, she was walking down the hallway like she had just gotten off a day long horse ride. I can't fathom that this is better/easier than just going on the toilet! Hrmmmm, how do you rationalize this with a 2 year old?

I know she knows how to do it. She's done it once on her own. I even have the pic to prove it.
You didn't think I'd subject you to looking at though, did you? I'm not that twisted.

Doesn't she look proud? I snapped the pic not because I wanted to frame it in her room or anything. I was alone and I wanted to share the excitement with the hubs when he got back from the store. This is the how we live it up at the lake on a holiday weekend!! Woohoo! She told me she had to go potty, dropped her drawers and plopped her happy tush on the froggie. Next thing I know she and I are dancing the jig, hugging and snapping pics of her first intentional poop on the pot. I thought this was the beginning of a glorious relationship but alas I was wrong.

Her favorite bedtime book as of late is Everyone Poops. She even commentates as we read it....but still a no go on the toilet. I'm at a loss. Maybe I should make a pooping chart? What do you think? Worth a shot? I'm grasping here.

Friday, June 4, 2010

the whole damn fam

You know my uber fab KLP by now, right? Well, she's pretty much topped her awesomeness with our latest family session. Seriously, she is by far the most talented photographer I've seen. Amazing.

Here's a couple shots she sent me - you'll have to click here to see her blog for the real deal:

Family 3SM

Family 5

Family 7

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Three Week Countdown

to full term!

I can't even wrap my head around he fact that we could technically meet BD in 3 weeks. For those not in the know, 37 week baby in the belly oven = fully cooked. Craziness, right? Of course if Deuce isn't ready then s/he can postpone the arrival up to 42weeks along.

Oh lordy, help me if I go past 40 weeks....

I'm not feeling exceptionally pretty this week, so I've left you with this headless bump.

These days my evenings leave me swollen feet, a sore sore back and kicks & elbows that put the little alien from Spaceballs to shame. This child is literally working on pushing itself out - just not in the proper form. Finally, I'm feeling 8 months pregnant.

So the question remains: Is Deuce a boy or a girl?! I've been hearing all sorts of theories lately.

I love this surprise! I'm so happy we've waited to find out the sex.
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