I don't know what made me think I could be a mom. I don't seem to do much of anything right. People always told me that "you'll be able to tell what they want when they cry" after a few weeks. I waited and waited and waited to be able to tell what he wanted and it never would happen. I would go through the motions every time to figure out what he wanted. Check his diaper, try a bottle, feel his skin to see if he's warm or cold. Tickle him because he might be bored, take him on a walk if all else fails and try to get him to fall asleep. I couldn't ever tell. Sometimes I got lucky a couple times in a row and I started to think "oh hey, I guess that cry means he's hungry" but then the next time he'd cry like that it would be something entirely different. I'm not sure I believe that babies have different cries. I think that some women just have amazing intution into things like that. Some women are cut out to be mothers.
I suppose I'm just being dramatic right now, after all I am having a rough day. Today is one of those days that just refuses to quit, refuses to give you even an inch of 'give', a second of peace or rest. We've all been sick for the past week and a half, myself included. In fact, I was the one that started it. I have no idea where I got it from but I came down with it very quickly. I've been over most of it for about three days now but this stubborn runny nose and slight cough refuses to leave and they're draining my energy. My son got sick about three days ago. He's getting better but his nose is a bit rough and he woke up this morning with what appears to be a nasty cold sore on his lip. A cold sore on his lip? He's eleven months old! How do you treat a cold sore on the lip of an eleven month old baby?
He's frustrated and grumpy and I can't figure out what is wrong with him. He cries and moans and groans and throws fits and cries some more. He doesn't want to play, he doesn't want to be held, he doesn't want anything to drink or to eat. He had a bottle about two hours ago. I went to feed him some lunch (cottage cheese and tuna) a little while ago and gave him some animal crackers to munch on to keep him happy while I put it together. I turned away from him for a few seconds and heard the animal cracker drop to the floor and a whining baby. I figured it was an accident so I gave him another one and sat down for a few seconds (I was still trying to figure out what to make at this point). He put the cracker in his mouth, bit half of it off, looks right at me and then drops it on the floor on purpose and a few seconds later starts whining again.
After I got the lunch fixed, I sat down and started feeding him. He liked it a lot, he ate about ten bites really quickly. All the sudden he starts wiggling around in his chair trying to escape from it. He wouldn't eat any more of the cottage cheese so I gave him another animal cracker, thinking he might actually eat it this time. He ate half of it and goes to drop the other half on the floor. I grabbed it away from him before he could toss it on the floor which made him mad so he started spitting the one in his mouth out. By that point I was losing it..
That is all on top of a bunch of other stuff. I've been trying to crochet hats to sell on Etsy. I've tried this one hat pattern THREE different times and it comes out different every time. This last time it was WAY off but I salvaged it and figured out how to make it look cute. I tried a second hat pattern that I cannot get to work at all. I haven't even completed one yet. It's frustrating me and annoying me that I cannot grasp this simple idea of crocheting, but I'm not giving up.
I have a job now. I've had it for two weeks and I've worked a total of three days. I'm on-call, so I go in when they ask me to come in. I can pick up shifts but nobody's explained how or if it's okay to pick up a shift that's not in my area. I'm okay with that though. What I'm frustrated about is the fact that my mom is my babysitter and she's getting ready to go up to Indiana to be with my grandma for who knows how long. I'm afraid I might lose my job and I need this job because my husband is only making $8 an hour. If I'm not working and bringing in money as well, we're going to be living with my parents forever. =/
That's all..
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Ten Weeks Old..
Alright so he was officially ten weeks old yesterday but I didn't think about blogging yesterday, so this is what you get.. I can't believe my baby boy is already 10 weeks old! He is growing and developing so fast. He got to go see his Grandma and Grandpa on Sunday. Grandma and Grandpa hadn't seen him for two whole weeks and Grandma was blown away by how much he had grown since she'd seen him! He is up to about 11.5 pounds now. I'm not sure how long he is cause I haven't measured him but he's almost too long for all of his 0-3 month clothes! We're gonna have to go shopping again... Mommy loves shopping!
I found a website yesterday through one of my fellow mom-friends called "Natural Parenting Tips". It's a little off the wall but I picked through the website and found a few pages/tips that I really like. There were a couple recipes I found on there that I'd like to try, one of them is a cookie recipe with "brewers yeast" in it which apparently helps increase your milk supply. I'm thinking about trying that since the other stuff I've been trying doesn't seem to work. :(
They also had some great ideas for finger foods for babies that are learning to eat solid food.. and a recipe for "baby rusks" which I assume are for teething but I will probably ask my mom cause I don't know for sure. =P
They also explained their views on birthdays and Christmas which I thought were kinda neat.. They don't want Christmas to be all about "OMGPRESENTS!!!!!", they want it to be more about seeing the friends and family that you don't get to see much.. I know that when I was growing up, of course I was excited about gifts, but I was also excited about seeing my grandparents and my aunts/uncles/cousins that I didn't get to see too often. I loved going over to my Grandma's house and making S'mores with my grandpa in front of the fireplace..
So anyways, these people that write this website/blog thingie put "criteria" on the presents that they get for their kiddos cause they noticed that the really loud/annoying toys ended up "getting lost" under their bed with the batteries out.. Or buried in the bottom of the toy box after only a couple weeks of being played with. They want things that will be fun for a long time.
(from: http://www.naturalparentingtips.com/creative-play/christmas-toys-nurture-child/ )
In some way, it must encourage his creativity
It must be long lasting, something he can hand on to his children one day.
If it’s to provide sensory stimulation, it must let my child direct that. (no flashing lights!! or music!!)
It must be non toxic, and environmentally concious.
It must be fun!!
I like the "long lasting" idea and the "non toxic" one and the "creativity" one.. I've been wanting to get him wooden blocks (thanks to my mom for that idea), lego's, tinker toys, linkin logs, etc.. I loved those things growing up and I'm sure he will love them as well. My hubby is excited about getting him legos where he can "build what HE wants, not the ones that say 'you have to build what's on the box' " like the ones specifically to build pirate ships or whatever.. hehe.
So then the page they have for birthdays (from: http://www.naturalparentingtips.com/family-time/birthday-parties-alternative-celebrations/ )is a liiiiiittle bit too "extra" as my sisters would say but I liked a few things I read off of it. I like the time capsule idea, I think it would be fun to open it a few years down the road and go "Oh yeah! I remember that.. I loved that!" I also like the reflecting on the year past.. My hubby and I have started doing that on our anniversaries - along with talking about changes we'd like to make. Plus one of my FAVORITE things when I was little was hearing my mom tell about the day I was born on my birthday. It was fun to hear my sisters 'birth day' stories too.
There is so much to be said about simple things.. Now after reading this blog I'm not saying "omg you're not allowed to buy my kid presents like that" cause I'm sure I'll end up buying him a few of those annoying plastic toys as well.. I'm just using this as a guideline to make my own ideas.. I am all for homemade things buy it's fun to buy things for people as well.
I dunno.. silly blog.. :)
I found a website yesterday through one of my fellow mom-friends called "Natural Parenting Tips". It's a little off the wall but I picked through the website and found a few pages/tips that I really like. There were a couple recipes I found on there that I'd like to try, one of them is a cookie recipe with "brewers yeast" in it which apparently helps increase your milk supply. I'm thinking about trying that since the other stuff I've been trying doesn't seem to work. :(
They also had some great ideas for finger foods for babies that are learning to eat solid food.. and a recipe for "baby rusks" which I assume are for teething but I will probably ask my mom cause I don't know for sure. =P
They also explained their views on birthdays and Christmas which I thought were kinda neat.. They don't want Christmas to be all about "OMGPRESENTS!!!!!", they want it to be more about seeing the friends and family that you don't get to see much.. I know that when I was growing up, of course I was excited about gifts, but I was also excited about seeing my grandparents and my aunts/uncles/cousins that I didn't get to see too often. I loved going over to my Grandma's house and making S'mores with my grandpa in front of the fireplace..
So anyways, these people that write this website/blog thingie put "criteria" on the presents that they get for their kiddos cause they noticed that the really loud/annoying toys ended up "getting lost" under their bed with the batteries out.. Or buried in the bottom of the toy box after only a couple weeks of being played with. They want things that will be fun for a long time.
(from: http://www.naturalparentingtips.com/creative-play/christmas-toys-nurture-child/ )
In some way, it must encourage his creativity
It must be long lasting, something he can hand on to his children one day.
If it’s to provide sensory stimulation, it must let my child direct that. (no flashing lights!! or music!!)
It must be non toxic, and environmentally concious.
It must be fun!!
I like the "long lasting" idea and the "non toxic" one and the "creativity" one.. I've been wanting to get him wooden blocks (thanks to my mom for that idea), lego's, tinker toys, linkin logs, etc.. I loved those things growing up and I'm sure he will love them as well. My hubby is excited about getting him legos where he can "build what HE wants, not the ones that say 'you have to build what's on the box' " like the ones specifically to build pirate ships or whatever.. hehe.
So then the page they have for birthdays (from: http://www.naturalparentingtips.com/family-time/birthday-parties-alternative-celebrations/ )is a liiiiiittle bit too "extra" as my sisters would say but I liked a few things I read off of it. I like the time capsule idea, I think it would be fun to open it a few years down the road and go "Oh yeah! I remember that.. I loved that!" I also like the reflecting on the year past.. My hubby and I have started doing that on our anniversaries - along with talking about changes we'd like to make. Plus one of my FAVORITE things when I was little was hearing my mom tell about the day I was born on my birthday. It was fun to hear my sisters 'birth day' stories too.
There is so much to be said about simple things.. Now after reading this blog I'm not saying "omg you're not allowed to buy my kid presents like that" cause I'm sure I'll end up buying him a few of those annoying plastic toys as well.. I'm just using this as a guideline to make my own ideas.. I am all for homemade things buy it's fun to buy things for people as well.
I dunno.. silly blog.. :)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
AHHHH! Why is he crying?
So yesterday was rough. First rough day in about 6 weeks I'd say? Baby boy was fine for most of the morning and then around 9-10am or so he just started screaming bloody murder.. I tried to feed him - he wasn't hungry. I changed his diaper - which was only a tiny bit wet. I tried to burp him for several minutes in several positions - nothing came out and he wasn't acting gassy. I needed to get away from it for a minute after a bit of not being able to do anything so I asked my sister in law if she'd watch him so I could take a shower.
I took a shower, got out, brushed my hair, sorta taking my time and all that.. meanwhile I could hear him still screaming out there in her lap. I went out and took him back, she told me that he hadn't been screaming the whole time, just the past couple minutes or so. I took him back into the bedroom and decided to check his diaper again.. still nothing.. I'm standing there looking at him scream on the changing table trying to run ideas through my mind why he might be so upset.
Sister in law came in to my room and helped me check him over. I picked him up and was talking to him really quietly, patting his back and bouncing softly while she tried to look in his ears. He shook his head and pulled away when she tried to look into his right ear so she suggested maybe he had an earache. I panicked a little.. we got denied for his medicaid because the place hubby works wouldn't give him the signed papers he needed until two days too late - how was I supposed to take him to the doctor with no medicaid?
Sis in law suggested I give him a wee little bit of baby tylenol and see what that did. Lucky for me I had some that my mom had bought me like right after I found out I was pregnant! We gave him half of the smallest suggested dose cause you're not supposed to give it to babies under 6 months.. After we gave it to him I put a cloth over my shoulder and took him to sit in the rocking chair and rocked him a bit. Not even TWO MINUTES LATER he was asleep. We took about an hour nap and then a couple hours later took a second hour nap. I don't know what the problem was - maybe he was just so sleepy and couldn't fall asleep.
Anyways he seems to be doing better so far today. I also decided I wanted to try and spend mre time with him rather than being on the computer. I'm quite a hypocrite.. I tell hubby that I don't want us to be a "computer family" where we IM each other to say that dinner is ready.. and here I am spending most of my day on the computer, rocking my son's chair with my foot.
And now that I just admitted all of that I REALLY hate myself. I can't believe I do that! I told myself that I'd stop doing that when he got a little older and wanted to play but if I don't stop now, I won't want to stop then. So... stopping..
:)
I took a shower, got out, brushed my hair, sorta taking my time and all that.. meanwhile I could hear him still screaming out there in her lap. I went out and took him back, she told me that he hadn't been screaming the whole time, just the past couple minutes or so. I took him back into the bedroom and decided to check his diaper again.. still nothing.. I'm standing there looking at him scream on the changing table trying to run ideas through my mind why he might be so upset.
Sister in law came in to my room and helped me check him over. I picked him up and was talking to him really quietly, patting his back and bouncing softly while she tried to look in his ears. He shook his head and pulled away when she tried to look into his right ear so she suggested maybe he had an earache. I panicked a little.. we got denied for his medicaid because the place hubby works wouldn't give him the signed papers he needed until two days too late - how was I supposed to take him to the doctor with no medicaid?
Sis in law suggested I give him a wee little bit of baby tylenol and see what that did. Lucky for me I had some that my mom had bought me like right after I found out I was pregnant! We gave him half of the smallest suggested dose cause you're not supposed to give it to babies under 6 months.. After we gave it to him I put a cloth over my shoulder and took him to sit in the rocking chair and rocked him a bit. Not even TWO MINUTES LATER he was asleep. We took about an hour nap and then a couple hours later took a second hour nap. I don't know what the problem was - maybe he was just so sleepy and couldn't fall asleep.
Anyways he seems to be doing better so far today. I also decided I wanted to try and spend mre time with him rather than being on the computer. I'm quite a hypocrite.. I tell hubby that I don't want us to be a "computer family" where we IM each other to say that dinner is ready.. and here I am spending most of my day on the computer, rocking my son's chair with my foot.
And now that I just admitted all of that I REALLY hate myself. I can't believe I do that! I told myself that I'd stop doing that when he got a little older and wanted to play but if I don't stop now, I won't want to stop then. So... stopping..
:)
Friday, January 8, 2010
My baby is GROWING on me..
I have been having a hard time laying my baby down in his crib and getting him to fall asleep in it.. I figured HEY maybe I should invest in a mobile for the crib, something to hold his attention while he drifts off. So I browse around Target.com looking for a cheaper mobile and found one I really liked. I have found things on Amazon.com for cheaper so I thought I'd head over there and look. I also needed to get some breastmilk/babyfood storage trays that freeze things in one ounce cubes. I found both of them on amazon, one was a bit more expensive but if I used the Super Saver Shipping (5-9 days) I would save six dollars. I am all about saving money so I put the order in and forgot about it a couple days later.
Two weeks later I happened to think "hey, where the heck is my amazon order?" I hopped online to check on it and it hadn't even shipped yet! They had pushed my shipping date back to anywhere from "January 29th to February 8th". Are you kidding me? For six dollars?? I didn't order something frivolous, I needed them when I ordered them! So I cancel my order and go back to Target.com. I ordered them and got them by UPS today. Amazon wouldn't have even shipped them for another month! >.< Stupid "super saver shipping".. that's the last time I'll click that option!
Anyways so I get the mobile today and put it together.. the instructions were really confusing but I eventually got it put together correctly (I think..) and put on the crib. I am not happy with how 'securely' it is attached to the crib so I am going to reinforce it with some string when my hubby gets home and can watch the baby.
By the way.. the baby has been SOOOOO *clingy* today! He does this about every other day and it's rough.. he cries and cries when I put him down even though there is nothing wrong with him. He just wants attention! Mitch says I need to just put him down and let him cry but he will literally cry until I pick him back up! I set him down for almost 15 minutes in his crib today (keeping an eye on him of course) and he just wouldn't stop. I figured all he wanted was attention cause when I bent over his rocking chair to see if anything was wrong, he stopped and stared at my hair! Every time I would move his eyes would follow my hair that had fallen over my shoulder. Just now my niece and nephew came into my room cause he was crying and as soon as they started playing with him he stopped. *sigh*
Sooooo... all that to explain the "growing up on me" title of my blog. I put baby boy in the crib to see how he reacted to the mobile after I got it all set up. I clicked it on and it took a second for him to look up at it but the music drew his attention. There are four little dangling things on it and one of them is darker than the rest, its a dark turquoise horse.. He spotted that and watched it go around and around, his head moved to follow it! I cried a little bit..
He's also been smiling and grinning and cooing a LOT more lately! It started about the middle of last week, one morning he woke up and as I put him on the changing table to change him he gave me this HUGE grin! I've noticed he grins a lot right after he wakes up in the morning and after his longer afternoon nap (IF he takes the afternoon nap).
I've also noticed today that it's officially time to move up to the next diaper size.. Twice today he has leaked up his backside. The first time I noticed it was when I grabbed him to feed him this morning around 6:30am. His diaper was FULL, I've not seen one that full before! I changed his diaper and his clothes, fed him and put him back in the crib to sleep a couple more hours.. when we woke up a few hours later it was full and leaking again. I have heard from several different people that when that happens it's usually time for the next diaper - especially cause his wee-wee was pointed down and it was the backside that leaked.
He's getting so big already... in THREE DAYS he will be two months old!! I can't believe it. It feels like it's been forever and only yesterday all at the same time.
I love my little family.
Two weeks later I happened to think "hey, where the heck is my amazon order?" I hopped online to check on it and it hadn't even shipped yet! They had pushed my shipping date back to anywhere from "January 29th to February 8th". Are you kidding me? For six dollars?? I didn't order something frivolous, I needed them when I ordered them! So I cancel my order and go back to Target.com. I ordered them and got them by UPS today. Amazon wouldn't have even shipped them for another month! >.< Stupid "super saver shipping".. that's the last time I'll click that option!
Anyways so I get the mobile today and put it together.. the instructions were really confusing but I eventually got it put together correctly (I think..) and put on the crib. I am not happy with how 'securely' it is attached to the crib so I am going to reinforce it with some string when my hubby gets home and can watch the baby.
By the way.. the baby has been SOOOOO *clingy* today! He does this about every other day and it's rough.. he cries and cries when I put him down even though there is nothing wrong with him. He just wants attention! Mitch says I need to just put him down and let him cry but he will literally cry until I pick him back up! I set him down for almost 15 minutes in his crib today (keeping an eye on him of course) and he just wouldn't stop. I figured all he wanted was attention cause when I bent over his rocking chair to see if anything was wrong, he stopped and stared at my hair! Every time I would move his eyes would follow my hair that had fallen over my shoulder. Just now my niece and nephew came into my room cause he was crying and as soon as they started playing with him he stopped. *sigh*
Sooooo... all that to explain the "growing up on me" title of my blog. I put baby boy in the crib to see how he reacted to the mobile after I got it all set up. I clicked it on and it took a second for him to look up at it but the music drew his attention. There are four little dangling things on it and one of them is darker than the rest, its a dark turquoise horse.. He spotted that and watched it go around and around, his head moved to follow it! I cried a little bit..
He's also been smiling and grinning and cooing a LOT more lately! It started about the middle of last week, one morning he woke up and as I put him on the changing table to change him he gave me this HUGE grin! I've noticed he grins a lot right after he wakes up in the morning and after his longer afternoon nap (IF he takes the afternoon nap).
I've also noticed today that it's officially time to move up to the next diaper size.. Twice today he has leaked up his backside. The first time I noticed it was when I grabbed him to feed him this morning around 6:30am. His diaper was FULL, I've not seen one that full before! I changed his diaper and his clothes, fed him and put him back in the crib to sleep a couple more hours.. when we woke up a few hours later it was full and leaking again. I have heard from several different people that when that happens it's usually time for the next diaper - especially cause his wee-wee was pointed down and it was the backside that leaked.
He's getting so big already... in THREE DAYS he will be two months old!! I can't believe it. It feels like it's been forever and only yesterday all at the same time.
I love my little family.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
New Year.. New Me?
Ahhhhh New Years Resolutions... I hate this "time of year" for just that reason. I don't really like calling them resolutions I suppose. It seems so.. cliche.. and so easy to forget - cause that's what everyone DOES with new years resolutions, right? Maybe I will call mine ambitions.. or simply GOALS for 2010. That works..
I talked to my husband about a Goal I wanted us to make for 2010 and 2011, a "two year resolution" if you will. Getting out of debt is really important to me. I know that we can do it and I want to prove it to myself but getting out of debt requires my husband to be 100% on board with it. I have been reading the Dave Ramsey book "The Total Money Makeover" and I'll say this: it is awesome. One thing he says in the beginning of the book is that everything he says in this book is stuff people have been saying for years, it's common sense and all that jazz.. and it's true! What makes the book unique and neat is that he has a plan for people to follow, a general outline of how to DO things, to get stuff done. I like it. I think what I like most about it is that it's going to require us to change our lives so drastically for a year or two so that we can live debt free and never have to live like poor people again. Hey, I could even handle being "poor and happy" as long as we are "poor and debt free" as well!
Soooo the basic plan - from what I've read so far - keeping in mind that I've not been through the whole book yet.. is to create a $1,000 "baby emergency fund" as QUICK as you can. He says to cut back in every area you can, even ones you don't think you can cut back in.. sell things, have a yard sale and get rid of some of your stuff.. whatever you have to do - just get that 1k as quick as possible. Then once you have it, you DON'T put it in the bank. You take it and stick it somewhere that it will be forgotten about until you need it for a "baby emergency". He says that one of the main reasons people get so discouraged with getting out of debt is when they run into an emergency and have to fork over a bunch of money that puts them RIGHT back where they started to begin with. Your 1k emergency fund will *help* to prevent that. Obviously it's not gonna take care of huge emergencies but like if your car breaks down or someone breaks an arm.. you know.
So then after that you just start making lifestyle changes. Some of the families in the book ate PB&J or rice and beans for a few years, they cut out all of the stuff they don't need.. Cable, TV, cell phones, going out to eat all the time, going OUT all the time.. etc. Hubby and I don't do a lot of that to begin with but we do have cable we can cut out.. Hubby begged me to let us "keep" the internet - he said he would give up smoking if we could keep the internet. I REALLY would like for us to cut out EVERYTHING we don't need just for those couple years, but his health is really important to me and if he will keep that promise then I suppose we'll keep the internet.
I'm doing a little research and trying to come up with more ways we can save.. I already have a little pile of "sell on ebay" things to get our little emergency fund going. I am really excited about this! I don't want to have a pile of debt to be worrying about on top of worrying about saving up for Baby's college and school books and all that..
Anyways.. he is sleeping now and I should be too.. Goodnight!
I talked to my husband about a Goal I wanted us to make for 2010 and 2011, a "two year resolution" if you will. Getting out of debt is really important to me. I know that we can do it and I want to prove it to myself but getting out of debt requires my husband to be 100% on board with it. I have been reading the Dave Ramsey book "The Total Money Makeover" and I'll say this: it is awesome. One thing he says in the beginning of the book is that everything he says in this book is stuff people have been saying for years, it's common sense and all that jazz.. and it's true! What makes the book unique and neat is that he has a plan for people to follow, a general outline of how to DO things, to get stuff done. I like it. I think what I like most about it is that it's going to require us to change our lives so drastically for a year or two so that we can live debt free and never have to live like poor people again. Hey, I could even handle being "poor and happy" as long as we are "poor and debt free" as well!
Soooo the basic plan - from what I've read so far - keeping in mind that I've not been through the whole book yet.. is to create a $1,000 "baby emergency fund" as QUICK as you can. He says to cut back in every area you can, even ones you don't think you can cut back in.. sell things, have a yard sale and get rid of some of your stuff.. whatever you have to do - just get that 1k as quick as possible. Then once you have it, you DON'T put it in the bank. You take it and stick it somewhere that it will be forgotten about until you need it for a "baby emergency". He says that one of the main reasons people get so discouraged with getting out of debt is when they run into an emergency and have to fork over a bunch of money that puts them RIGHT back where they started to begin with. Your 1k emergency fund will *help* to prevent that. Obviously it's not gonna take care of huge emergencies but like if your car breaks down or someone breaks an arm.. you know.
So then after that you just start making lifestyle changes. Some of the families in the book ate PB&J or rice and beans for a few years, they cut out all of the stuff they don't need.. Cable, TV, cell phones, going out to eat all the time, going OUT all the time.. etc. Hubby and I don't do a lot of that to begin with but we do have cable we can cut out.. Hubby begged me to let us "keep" the internet - he said he would give up smoking if we could keep the internet. I REALLY would like for us to cut out EVERYTHING we don't need just for those couple years, but his health is really important to me and if he will keep that promise then I suppose we'll keep the internet.
I'm doing a little research and trying to come up with more ways we can save.. I already have a little pile of "sell on ebay" things to get our little emergency fund going. I am really excited about this! I don't want to have a pile of debt to be worrying about on top of worrying about saving up for Baby's college and school books and all that..
Anyways.. he is sleeping now and I should be too.. Goodnight!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Breastfeeding Blues..
Today has been rough. Last night was rough too. I started coming down with this weird pain that I've had a few times since I've been pregnant.. I was hoping it'd go away with the pregnancy but I've had it twice now since Floaty has been born. It starts in my chest, below my rib cage.. it's sorta a tight feeling that spreads to my entire upper back. It feels like a huge muscle spasm, like if I could relax enough it'd go away or something.. and then it gets hard to breathe, all I can do is take short quick breaths. During my pregnancy it only would last about 20 minutes or so and it wasn't THAT bad. Last night it lasted almost an hour and it was worse than the pregnancy pains.. We were at my mom's house for my birthday so she told me she'd take the baby and that I should go hop in the shower. I went and got in the shower and had my husband sit outside the shower on the floor "just in case". He fell asleep while waiting for me - and I ran all the hot water out.. I still didn't feel better, in fact by that time I was getting shaky and exhausted. My husband had to help me get dressed and walk out to the kitchen where I sat on a chair and almost fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Mom took hubby off to the side and talked to him for a minute about me - I think.. (he was a little buzzed and tired so he was having trouble staying awake, poor baby). He took over the baby and mom took me into her room and laid me down on the bed.. she told me that she thought I was having a panic attack (I'm having issues with breastfeeding and it's been stressing me out like crazy) which made me start crying. I cried for a few minutes and then sorta just laid there.. she laid there with me for a few minutes and then sent my husband in to lay down next to me. He and I laid there for a few minutes and were both passed out on the bed before very long.
I woke up about 3am and needed to get a drink so I wandered out to the kitchen where all the lights were on and my mom was sitting up.. I freaked out a little bit thinking she'd been up the whole time with the baby! I'd gone into her room to lay down at about 9:30pm.. Anyways, the baby was laying on the couch sleeping and my mom was sorta just watching him. She told me that she had just been getting ready to come get me and wake me up cause he was acting like he was gonna wake up hungry. So I grabbed him and fed him for a bit and then took him back to bed with me where we slept for another few hours. All in all it worked out okay I suppose.
So now the baby is being bottle-fed. I'm having a hard time with it because I was SO excited about breastfeeding. It's my own fault that we had to stop though. He wasn't latching on properly to begin with and I let him learn to latch on the incorrect way which resulted in INTENSE pain in my nipples during let-down and then throughout the entire feeding. Mitch told me that it was fine if I needed to stop breastfeeding, he didn't want to see me stressing out about it. We decided that we were going to bottle-feed him formula for 2 or 3 days until I could build up a decent supply of breastmilk and then we would start feeding him breastmilk. After a week or so of doing that, if my nipples are healed up again we will go back to trying the boob - if the bottles haven't made him 'lazy' about latching on. Essentially I am still breastfeeding, just using a bottle to do it. It makes me sad though cause when I feed him with the bottle I can see he's already learning to suck at the bottle differently than he sucks from me. It's a bit hard on me but I'm getting better. The first day we used bottles I cried every time I fed him with one, I couldn't look at him without crying.. especially cause he didn't take to the bottle to begin with, he could smell me and wanted to feed off of ME and he was mad cause I wasn't letting him.. talk about HEARTBREAKING!
It is day 2 of pumping up a supply.. I had planned on starting to feed him breastmilk tomorrow but I have a BUNCH of running I have to do and it wouldn't work.. The breastmilk is frozen and has to be kept cool until he's ready to eat it. I have to go buy a little lunch cooler thingy to tote breastmilk around with me... so I suppose we will have one more day of building up a supply and then start him back on breastmilk on Thursday. I'm slightly worried that he won't want the breastmilk but just as I was typing that I think I am silly.. babies don't have tastebuds at this age so how will he know the difference? I'm sure he can smell it, babies have an increased sense of smell.. I hope he'll be happy to be back on breastmilk. :)
That's all for now..
I woke up about 3am and needed to get a drink so I wandered out to the kitchen where all the lights were on and my mom was sitting up.. I freaked out a little bit thinking she'd been up the whole time with the baby! I'd gone into her room to lay down at about 9:30pm.. Anyways, the baby was laying on the couch sleeping and my mom was sorta just watching him. She told me that she had just been getting ready to come get me and wake me up cause he was acting like he was gonna wake up hungry. So I grabbed him and fed him for a bit and then took him back to bed with me where we slept for another few hours. All in all it worked out okay I suppose.
So now the baby is being bottle-fed. I'm having a hard time with it because I was SO excited about breastfeeding. It's my own fault that we had to stop though. He wasn't latching on properly to begin with and I let him learn to latch on the incorrect way which resulted in INTENSE pain in my nipples during let-down and then throughout the entire feeding. Mitch told me that it was fine if I needed to stop breastfeeding, he didn't want to see me stressing out about it. We decided that we were going to bottle-feed him formula for 2 or 3 days until I could build up a decent supply of breastmilk and then we would start feeding him breastmilk. After a week or so of doing that, if my nipples are healed up again we will go back to trying the boob - if the bottles haven't made him 'lazy' about latching on. Essentially I am still breastfeeding, just using a bottle to do it. It makes me sad though cause when I feed him with the bottle I can see he's already learning to suck at the bottle differently than he sucks from me. It's a bit hard on me but I'm getting better. The first day we used bottles I cried every time I fed him with one, I couldn't look at him without crying.. especially cause he didn't take to the bottle to begin with, he could smell me and wanted to feed off of ME and he was mad cause I wasn't letting him.. talk about HEARTBREAKING!
It is day 2 of pumping up a supply.. I had planned on starting to feed him breastmilk tomorrow but I have a BUNCH of running I have to do and it wouldn't work.. The breastmilk is frozen and has to be kept cool until he's ready to eat it. I have to go buy a little lunch cooler thingy to tote breastmilk around with me... so I suppose we will have one more day of building up a supply and then start him back on breastmilk on Thursday. I'm slightly worried that he won't want the breastmilk but just as I was typing that I think I am silly.. babies don't have tastebuds at this age so how will he know the difference? I'm sure he can smell it, babies have an increased sense of smell.. I hope he'll be happy to be back on breastmilk. :)
That's all for now..
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
My Labor Story - Two weeks after the fact..
I wrote this out for a friend of mine who wanted to hear my labor story.. so this is copied and pasted from that. :)
Once you hit 40 weeks you have one ultrasound a week and 1-2 NST's a week, cause the baby's living conditions can change rapidly. After 42 weeks in your uterus they will induce because the placenta starts to disintegrate or something like that and basically it's not safe for the baby anymore. So Monday (the morning of the 16th) I was scheduled to go into the hospital that I was delivering at for a "non-stress test" and an ultrasound to make sure that the baby was doing okay. I got there at 11am, had my ultrasound and then headed up to the Labor and Delivery floor for my NST. For the NST they take you into a room and lay you on a bed (depends on what nurse I got as to whether or not I had to completely undress for it - it's not really necessary to undress for them, fyi..). They use some stretchy bands to hook these two round things to your belly, one moniters contractions (even if you're not having any) and one moniters the baby's heartbeat. They also hook you up to a blood pressure machine and put a little thing on your finger to read your pulse. No biggie, bring a (calming!) book or something, nothing too exciting cause they'll keep you if your blood pressure goes up! lol.
Anyway so I'm laying in the room having my NST when the nurse comes in and informs me that my amniotic fluid was at "three point eight" and it's supposed to be at "ten or higher" - so they were going to keep me and induce me right then. =O I was shocked! I was scheduled to be induced two days later, so it's not like it wasn't something I expected.. I was freaking out a little bit though cause nobody was with me except my sister in law! She was downstairs in the waiting room and she didn't have a cell phone so I had no way to get down there and tell her they were keeping me. I called my mom and husband and told them that they needed to come to the hospital right away. I was calm and everything for about 15 minutes when it started sinking in that I was going to be having my baby soon and nobody was there with me! I knew the baby wasn't gonna be delivered before someone got there, it was a bit scary though. So my mom called my dad who works about 20 minutes away and sent him over. He got there a good 30 minutes before my mom did and calmed me down a lot so I am really glad he came over!
The nurse got me set up on an IV and brought in a bunch of paperwork for me to go over. Like I mentioned before, I'd suggest signing the epidural/anesthetic form before hand 'just in case'. Once you get any other pain medication you're considered under the influence and they will NOT give you an epidural if you change your mind. They won't force it on you either though. So after that the midwife came in and "checked" me to see how dialated I was (FYI - they stick like their entire freaking hand inside of you and it doesn't feel good! I was NOT expecting that which made it a little worse.. I dunno how I thought they'd check to see if you were dialated or not but that wasn't close to what I was expecting). I was only at 1cm and 50% effaced or whatever, so the midwife told me she was gonna give me something to dialate me and get my cervix ready for pushing. I didn't catch the name of the stuff she used but it was basically medicine on a giant shoelace that they stuffed inside of me right up against my cervix. They told me they'd leave it in for 12 hours and then come back in the morning to start me on Pitocin to start the labor. There was a very small chance that I could go into labor with the shoelace medicine but it was an incredibly small chance (and I didn't, lol). They put the stuff in at about 4:30-5pm I think? They told me that since the shoelace stuff would be done before 6am that they wouldn't start me till six in case I wanted an epidural because the anesthesiologists didn't come in till six.
So begin the waiting game.. My husband got to the hospital and my parents left around 8ish to get some sleep. We had Mitch's sister drive some DVD's and food over for Mitch cause we were really bored and he was hungry. Of course I could only eat ice chips and popsicles so we were careful to sneak the food in so he wouldn't get in trouble, hehe (you should see if your hospital has popsicles, it sounds silly but they really do help stave off hunger, especially if you're not gonna be allowed to eat for 12+ hours). After they put the shoelace inside of me I started having cramps like you'd get with your period. They started out like contractions - I'd have one for about 15 seconds or so every 10 minutes maybe? They got more frequent and lasted longer as time went on. Around 9pm I got tired of people telling me to "try and get some sleep" and told them there was no way I could sleep with those cramps! I'd doze off for a few minutes only to be woken up from the pain. They were incredibly uncomfortable. The nurse told me that she could give me some medicine through my IV that would help me sleep. Not thinking anything of it I told her that was fine and asked for another popsicle to go with it.
I don't know what medication they used, I really wish I had gotten the name for you! I'd suggest talking to the nurses before you get any kind of painkiller and see if they are going to make you drowsy or loopy. The stuff they put in my IV went into effect within like 30 seconds. I felt like I was drunk, that's about the most accurate explaination.. My head felt huge and heavy, I felt like I was floating all around, couldn't stop laughing, etc.. Unfortunately I don't really remember a lot from that point on due to that medicine they gave me. I slept off and on till about 4:30am. The nurse came in and told me that they were going to start the Pitocin at 5:30 and they wanted to know if I wanted to take a shower or not. I decided I did since I didn't know when I'd feel like taking another so they unhooked me from everything and let me take a shower. I called my mom and woke her up and told her she should come to the hospital cause they were gonna start my labor. She got there a bit before they started it up.
They brought in another IV bag thingy with the Pitocin in it and hooked it into my IV. They started me out at 3 drips a minute I think.. I still was quite out of it, I can't remember if they were still giving me the pain medication or not. I remember asking for it 3 times, the last time I asked for it was about midnight.. so like I said, I don't know if they kept giving it to me or not.. So after I got back into bed at 5:30am I only remember a couple things. I remember waking up and asking if my mom was still there and I remember them waking me up to ask if I wanted the epidural or not. The contractions were waking me up every few minutes and they were pretty painful. Apparently I was having "back labor" which is more painful than regular labor I guess. Makes sense cause I remember thinking it was annoying that I couldn't feel my stomach contracting like you're supposed to.
So the epidural people came in, I have no idea what time.. The had me sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. They swabbed my back off and stuck me with a local anesthetic so I wouldn't feel the tube thing going in. It hurt a little bit but nothing compared to the contractions, lol. After they got it in, they taped it to my back and let me lay down. It was amazing how I couldn't feel the contractions at all after that..
So then the next thing I remember was waking up on my side (apparently my blood pressure went up so they turned me on my side) at about 10:30am with these insane contractions that made me feel like I needed to PUSH. I've read that some women are so numbed with the epidural that they can't tell when they need to push but I could DEFINETLY tell. I think that has something to do with the fact that my mom and I have always been hard to numb (at the dentist, etc) so I don't think the epidural "took" 100%. I could also still feel my right leg and move myself around. While I was having the "push" contractions I remembered something I had read, someone said that pushing against an undialated cervix can make the whole thing take longer, so to help prevent yourself from pushing you were to "pant and blow, hard if you need to" to keep yourself from pushing. That came in REALLY handy, if I hadn't been breathing like that I would have been pushing.
The nurse came in and checked my cervix while I was on my side and told me I was still only at 4cm so I couldn't start pushing. I didn't think much of it cause as soon as the contraction stopped, I was asleep again. The contractions from then on out woke me up each time. About ten minutes later I told my husband to "go find the freaking nurse because I can't NOT push anymore!" I still remember feeling amazed at how my body like took over and knew what to do.. it was an interesting feeling to need to push and know you can't stop yourself from pushing..So he went and got the nurse really fast and she rolled me over on my back and told me I was at 8cm I believe. She said there was still a bit of a "lip" but that if I really couldn't hold it, I could push past it. Sooo the midwife was called and they brought in a couple extra people.. they dropped the end off the bed, popped up the foot holder thingies and told me to scootch down right to the edge.
They put a nurse (or maybe it was a med student - I think I remember one of them in medical school scrubs..) on my left side and my husband stayed on my right. They held my legs in their arms, way apart and pushed them back towards me when it was time for me to push.. They also made me grab my legs and curl myself over my belly as much as I could which was really difficult, the urge to lay out flat and put my hands over my head was really strong! Then for the next contraction the nurse told me I could start pushing and I told her I didn't feel like pushing anymore.. haha. They let me lay there for one contraction and then on the next I felt like I needed to push again. So basically - pushing out a baby felt pretty much like I expected it to which was interesting. I didn't even think about asking for a mirror to watch, I was concentrating SO HARD on pushing.. and it was hard to push! For each contraction they'd make me start to push, the nurse would count to ten then tell me to take a deep breath and push again. I had to do that 3 times for each contraction. They make you do it 3 times during each contraction cause it's apparently like one of those "two steps forward, one step back" type things.. After the first 5 or so contractions I could feel his head coming out and it was insane! It was like I could feel every detail of his face, his eyeballs coming out and his nose coming out and his mouth coming out..
After his head was out they told me to give one more push and his body came out. As soon as he was all the way out, the put him up on my tummy to wipe him off. I don't remember much about that but I do remember him being grey.. don't freak out about that! Babies don't get their pigment till a few minutes after they're born so that's normal. They clipped him up and helped my husband cut the umbilical cord and then took him across the room to this little bin with a light over it. My sister in law told me that once they pulled the baby out it was the weirdest feeling ever to be so full and then so empty in the next second but honestly all I can remember thinking was "Oh God YES!" = YAY it's over! Apparently before I started pushing I asked a nurse how long it was going to take cause I remember her telling me afterwards that I pushed for 17 minutes before he was born. Honestly, it did not feel like that long! If I'd had to guess I would have said five minutes at most, lol.
So then the midwife had to stitch me up because I tore a little. The actual tearing wasn't as bad as I expected, every time I'd think about it I'd imagine hearing a ripping noise and feeling myself split apart but honestly all you can feel is the gigantic alien trying to get out of you! The stitching up part was kinda painful though.. she put 2 stitches on the outside and I dunno how many on the inside.. After that they lowered me down and fixed the bed again so I could lay back a bit. They brought some food in for me immediately and I also sent my dad out to checkers for a gigantic burger and fries.. I ate the burger and fries and whatever it was they brought for me to eat as well! While I was eating the Lactation Consultant came in and helped me get started on breastfeeding. It was a little weird feeding him and eating at the same time butI got over that really quick, lol. They let me rest for a few minutes while they cleaned everything up and the baby was eating.. and then my husband packed everything up and we were taken to our recovery room. Thankfully we had the whole room to ourselves all night! It would have been insanely stressful to have to share with another mom and brand new baby..
That's about all I can remember.. :)
Once you hit 40 weeks you have one ultrasound a week and 1-2 NST's a week, cause the baby's living conditions can change rapidly. After 42 weeks in your uterus they will induce because the placenta starts to disintegrate or something like that and basically it's not safe for the baby anymore. So Monday (the morning of the 16th) I was scheduled to go into the hospital that I was delivering at for a "non-stress test" and an ultrasound to make sure that the baby was doing okay. I got there at 11am, had my ultrasound and then headed up to the Labor and Delivery floor for my NST. For the NST they take you into a room and lay you on a bed (depends on what nurse I got as to whether or not I had to completely undress for it - it's not really necessary to undress for them, fyi..). They use some stretchy bands to hook these two round things to your belly, one moniters contractions (even if you're not having any) and one moniters the baby's heartbeat. They also hook you up to a blood pressure machine and put a little thing on your finger to read your pulse. No biggie, bring a (calming!) book or something, nothing too exciting cause they'll keep you if your blood pressure goes up! lol.
Anyway so I'm laying in the room having my NST when the nurse comes in and informs me that my amniotic fluid was at "three point eight" and it's supposed to be at "ten or higher" - so they were going to keep me and induce me right then. =O I was shocked! I was scheduled to be induced two days later, so it's not like it wasn't something I expected.. I was freaking out a little bit though cause nobody was with me except my sister in law! She was downstairs in the waiting room and she didn't have a cell phone so I had no way to get down there and tell her they were keeping me. I called my mom and husband and told them that they needed to come to the hospital right away. I was calm and everything for about 15 minutes when it started sinking in that I was going to be having my baby soon and nobody was there with me! I knew the baby wasn't gonna be delivered before someone got there, it was a bit scary though. So my mom called my dad who works about 20 minutes away and sent him over. He got there a good 30 minutes before my mom did and calmed me down a lot so I am really glad he came over!
The nurse got me set up on an IV and brought in a bunch of paperwork for me to go over. Like I mentioned before, I'd suggest signing the epidural/anesthetic form before hand 'just in case'. Once you get any other pain medication you're considered under the influence and they will NOT give you an epidural if you change your mind. They won't force it on you either though. So after that the midwife came in and "checked" me to see how dialated I was (FYI - they stick like their entire freaking hand inside of you and it doesn't feel good! I was NOT expecting that which made it a little worse.. I dunno how I thought they'd check to see if you were dialated or not but that wasn't close to what I was expecting). I was only at 1cm and 50% effaced or whatever, so the midwife told me she was gonna give me something to dialate me and get my cervix ready for pushing. I didn't catch the name of the stuff she used but it was basically medicine on a giant shoelace that they stuffed inside of me right up against my cervix. They told me they'd leave it in for 12 hours and then come back in the morning to start me on Pitocin to start the labor. There was a very small chance that I could go into labor with the shoelace medicine but it was an incredibly small chance (and I didn't, lol). They put the stuff in at about 4:30-5pm I think? They told me that since the shoelace stuff would be done before 6am that they wouldn't start me till six in case I wanted an epidural because the anesthesiologists didn't come in till six.
So begin the waiting game.. My husband got to the hospital and my parents left around 8ish to get some sleep. We had Mitch's sister drive some DVD's and food over for Mitch cause we were really bored and he was hungry. Of course I could only eat ice chips and popsicles so we were careful to sneak the food in so he wouldn't get in trouble, hehe (you should see if your hospital has popsicles, it sounds silly but they really do help stave off hunger, especially if you're not gonna be allowed to eat for 12+ hours). After they put the shoelace inside of me I started having cramps like you'd get with your period. They started out like contractions - I'd have one for about 15 seconds or so every 10 minutes maybe? They got more frequent and lasted longer as time went on. Around 9pm I got tired of people telling me to "try and get some sleep" and told them there was no way I could sleep with those cramps! I'd doze off for a few minutes only to be woken up from the pain. They were incredibly uncomfortable. The nurse told me that she could give me some medicine through my IV that would help me sleep. Not thinking anything of it I told her that was fine and asked for another popsicle to go with it.
I don't know what medication they used, I really wish I had gotten the name for you! I'd suggest talking to the nurses before you get any kind of painkiller and see if they are going to make you drowsy or loopy. The stuff they put in my IV went into effect within like 30 seconds. I felt like I was drunk, that's about the most accurate explaination.. My head felt huge and heavy, I felt like I was floating all around, couldn't stop laughing, etc.. Unfortunately I don't really remember a lot from that point on due to that medicine they gave me. I slept off and on till about 4:30am. The nurse came in and told me that they were going to start the Pitocin at 5:30 and they wanted to know if I wanted to take a shower or not. I decided I did since I didn't know when I'd feel like taking another so they unhooked me from everything and let me take a shower. I called my mom and woke her up and told her she should come to the hospital cause they were gonna start my labor. She got there a bit before they started it up.
They brought in another IV bag thingy with the Pitocin in it and hooked it into my IV. They started me out at 3 drips a minute I think.. I still was quite out of it, I can't remember if they were still giving me the pain medication or not. I remember asking for it 3 times, the last time I asked for it was about midnight.. so like I said, I don't know if they kept giving it to me or not.. So after I got back into bed at 5:30am I only remember a couple things. I remember waking up and asking if my mom was still there and I remember them waking me up to ask if I wanted the epidural or not. The contractions were waking me up every few minutes and they were pretty painful. Apparently I was having "back labor" which is more painful than regular labor I guess. Makes sense cause I remember thinking it was annoying that I couldn't feel my stomach contracting like you're supposed to.
So the epidural people came in, I have no idea what time.. The had me sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. They swabbed my back off and stuck me with a local anesthetic so I wouldn't feel the tube thing going in. It hurt a little bit but nothing compared to the contractions, lol. After they got it in, they taped it to my back and let me lay down. It was amazing how I couldn't feel the contractions at all after that..
So then the next thing I remember was waking up on my side (apparently my blood pressure went up so they turned me on my side) at about 10:30am with these insane contractions that made me feel like I needed to PUSH. I've read that some women are so numbed with the epidural that they can't tell when they need to push but I could DEFINETLY tell. I think that has something to do with the fact that my mom and I have always been hard to numb (at the dentist, etc) so I don't think the epidural "took" 100%. I could also still feel my right leg and move myself around. While I was having the "push" contractions I remembered something I had read, someone said that pushing against an undialated cervix can make the whole thing take longer, so to help prevent yourself from pushing you were to "pant and blow, hard if you need to" to keep yourself from pushing. That came in REALLY handy, if I hadn't been breathing like that I would have been pushing.
The nurse came in and checked my cervix while I was on my side and told me I was still only at 4cm so I couldn't start pushing. I didn't think much of it cause as soon as the contraction stopped, I was asleep again. The contractions from then on out woke me up each time. About ten minutes later I told my husband to "go find the freaking nurse because I can't NOT push anymore!" I still remember feeling amazed at how my body like took over and knew what to do.. it was an interesting feeling to need to push and know you can't stop yourself from pushing..So he went and got the nurse really fast and she rolled me over on my back and told me I was at 8cm I believe. She said there was still a bit of a "lip" but that if I really couldn't hold it, I could push past it. Sooo the midwife was called and they brought in a couple extra people.. they dropped the end off the bed, popped up the foot holder thingies and told me to scootch down right to the edge.
They put a nurse (or maybe it was a med student - I think I remember one of them in medical school scrubs..) on my left side and my husband stayed on my right. They held my legs in their arms, way apart and pushed them back towards me when it was time for me to push.. They also made me grab my legs and curl myself over my belly as much as I could which was really difficult, the urge to lay out flat and put my hands over my head was really strong! Then for the next contraction the nurse told me I could start pushing and I told her I didn't feel like pushing anymore.. haha. They let me lay there for one contraction and then on the next I felt like I needed to push again. So basically - pushing out a baby felt pretty much like I expected it to which was interesting. I didn't even think about asking for a mirror to watch, I was concentrating SO HARD on pushing.. and it was hard to push! For each contraction they'd make me start to push, the nurse would count to ten then tell me to take a deep breath and push again. I had to do that 3 times for each contraction. They make you do it 3 times during each contraction cause it's apparently like one of those "two steps forward, one step back" type things.. After the first 5 or so contractions I could feel his head coming out and it was insane! It was like I could feel every detail of his face, his eyeballs coming out and his nose coming out and his mouth coming out..
After his head was out they told me to give one more push and his body came out. As soon as he was all the way out, the put him up on my tummy to wipe him off. I don't remember much about that but I do remember him being grey.. don't freak out about that! Babies don't get their pigment till a few minutes after they're born so that's normal. They clipped him up and helped my husband cut the umbilical cord and then took him across the room to this little bin with a light over it. My sister in law told me that once they pulled the baby out it was the weirdest feeling ever to be so full and then so empty in the next second but honestly all I can remember thinking was "Oh God YES!" = YAY it's over! Apparently before I started pushing I asked a nurse how long it was going to take cause I remember her telling me afterwards that I pushed for 17 minutes before he was born. Honestly, it did not feel like that long! If I'd had to guess I would have said five minutes at most, lol.
So then the midwife had to stitch me up because I tore a little. The actual tearing wasn't as bad as I expected, every time I'd think about it I'd imagine hearing a ripping noise and feeling myself split apart but honestly all you can feel is the gigantic alien trying to get out of you! The stitching up part was kinda painful though.. she put 2 stitches on the outside and I dunno how many on the inside.. After that they lowered me down and fixed the bed again so I could lay back a bit. They brought some food in for me immediately and I also sent my dad out to checkers for a gigantic burger and fries.. I ate the burger and fries and whatever it was they brought for me to eat as well! While I was eating the Lactation Consultant came in and helped me get started on breastfeeding. It was a little weird feeding him and eating at the same time butI got over that really quick, lol. They let me rest for a few minutes while they cleaned everything up and the baby was eating.. and then my husband packed everything up and we were taken to our recovery room. Thankfully we had the whole room to ourselves all night! It would have been insanely stressful to have to share with another mom and brand new baby..
That's about all I can remember.. :)
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