Sunday, December 30, 2012

Kitchen Message Center

I have a few New Year's Resolutions.  One of which is to become more organized. Enter pinterest

I decided that one of the things I will do to be more organized is to have a running grocery list in the kitchen and to plan meals.  We go out to eat way too much.  Often 2 times a week. It is rare that I cook on a Friday and we eat lunch at home on Saturday and Sunday.

So, here is my message center.  Basically what I did was cover some foam board in fabric. Done. :) FYI, I am new at this tutorial thing so I didn't take that many pictures - I promise to get better!

You'll need:

Foam board - I bought 2 30x20 boards and cut them down to 4 14x14 squares. 
One yard of fabric
Cutting mat and rotary cutter (Thanks Santa!)
Hot glue gun
Iron
Small tacks (I used some white brads I had laying around)
Mounting strips
Matching ribbon

After I cut down the foam board (it doesn't have to be perfect - unless you have friends who show up to your house with a ruler.  Then they shouldn't be your friends), I laid them out piece by piece onto the fabric and cut out the corners:


 Then I put hot glue around the back and folded up the fabric pulling it really tight.  If you have a pattern on the fabric though you have to make sure it's centered.

After I did all 4, I started on the board with the ribbon.  I decided I couldn't do push pins because the foam board wasn't thick enough.  And since every project I do, my first goal is to avoid holes in my walls, I decided to make one of these boards.  I cut the ribbon a little bit longer than the square and hot glued it to the back. I love hot glue. Then I pulled it tight and across the board to the other side.  I should've taken more pictures but I was on such a roll. 


 Once I was done with putting on all the ribbon, I took the tacks and pushed them in everywhere the ribbons crossed.  After I put the ribbon on, I realized I should've measured - so it's crooked.  Oh well.

I laminated the Grocery list and This Week's menu and slapped those up with some tacks as well.  The calendar is a scrapbook page I got from Hobby Lobby - I just bought 12.  That's up there with tacks as well.

I might change the weekly menu page and add a to do list because I'm a mess.  But today I went to Target and bought an organizer for the kitchen and I can add it to that so we'll see how it lasts.


Thursday, December 27, 2012

Dylan's first Christmas

We survived Dylan's first Christmas! I had to work Christmas Eve so he came with me. We left around 1:30 and came home and opened presents with Daddy. We handed Dylan a present with the paper ripped up a little and watched what he would do.  He didn't care too much which is what I thought.....




Then we were off to Grandma and Grandpa's for church and a steak and lobster dinner...yumm.

On Christmas morning we opened some more presents from my family. Dylan got some new toys to play with soon.  I can't wait to get the Christmas tree down so we can get his new toys up. :)  Again, he didn't care much about the gifts but he really didn't make a peep the whole morning.










At about noon we headed over to Aunt Abby's house to celebrate with the Rogers family.  Dylan got more toys and a pretty neat blanket made with Dan's old Geneseo shirts.






After a few days away from home, we made it back yesterday (Wednesday).  Dylan got to stay home with Dan and I went off to work.  I guess I thought his Christmas would be a little more exciting for him, but I have to remember he is 3.5 months old and doesn't do much. :)



Saturday, December 15, 2012

3 months old!

This post is about a week late but I have a good excuse! Well, I'm a mom. :)

Here are some 3 month pictures...



Some highlights....

*He has found the amazing things attached to his body called his hands.  He is constantly sticking them in his mouth which in turn means he is constantly drooling.  I keep a bib on him most of the time (and they do at school, too) to avoid super wet shirts.  He will spit out his pacifier and all of the sudden you just hear him gnawing on his hand.

*He had his first cold.  We took him to the doctor and they did chest xrays to make sure it wasn't pneumonia or bronchitis which it wasn't.  But now he's pretty much been on a nebulizer for about 3 weeks now.  His cough is such a bark.

*He is enjoying tummy time a little more.  I put him on his tummy at school and left the room.  I walked by about 5 minutes later and he was on his back because his teachers said he was crying. Umm, spoiled much?!

*He's still sleeping through the night! (Well, then we hit 3 months and a bad cold...more on that later)

*He. hates. his. car seat. Every single time I put him in it he screams.  But when you pick it up to go, he quiets down, starts up again when he's clicked into the base, and then usually falls asleep in the car.  It is very rare that he is awake and quiet on a car ride.

 *His teachers are noticing that everyday he needs to be rocked to sleep just one time.  It's usually in the afternoon.  He is a horrible napper in the afternoon for whatever reason.

*He had his first sick day from school on December 4th.  My first sick day from work was the day before.

*He likes to sit up and is sitting at the table at school.  He has to have a blanket rolled up in front of him to make sure he doesn't flop forward but it's progress!

*He was baptized on December 9th - which I guess should be mentioned in his 4 month post :)

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Mommy and Dylan's sick day

To say that things have been crazy since I returned to work would be an understatement. Obviously, since I haven't updated. Oops.

What's been going on? Honestly nothing huge.  Just trying to get into a groove with Dylan in the mornings.  If I start work at 7, I have to get myself ready after I pump at 5am and then wake him up at 6:30 to feed him and get him dressed.  Sometimes I don't even feed him because he doesn't want to be fed.  I never thought I would have to wake up my 3 month old at 6:30 in the morning.  He is such a good sleeper (at night) and we are so lucky.  He hasn't really been sleeping well for naps though at school.  He's getting used to it. This past month though I would say there was one big event....

Last Sunday (the 25th) we went upstairs to go to bed around 7:30 because I was going to clean out my closet before we went to sleep.  At about 8:30 I started to feel incredibly weak.  I just chalked it up to having a long weekend and being tired so I went to bed.  When the alarm went off at 5am though, I thought I had been run over by a steam roller.  My entire body ached.  I pumped and kept thinking that there was no way I was making it to work.  Dan got out of the shower and I took my temperature - 99.9.  Now my temperature is usually under 98 when normal so I knew this was high.  I texted my boss and told her that I was going to go into work (I was early that day) and probably make a dr's appointment.  She texted back and said she had been up all night with her daughter who had had a fever. Perfect.  As I continued to get ready, I noticed more weakness and more pain in my breast.  I was sure I had mastitis.  My boss called and said she had called school and figured out the schedule so I could take a sick day.  I have called in sick once in my entire life so this was hard for me.

I dropped off Dylan at school at about 7 and told the teachers I was leaving.  Dylan had picked up a little cold and bad cough and it had gotten worse, so I called the doctor for myself and him at 9.  My doctor said I had mastitis and prescribed me an antibiotic.  I made an appointment for Dylan at 5 to make sure he didn't have croup.  At about noon (my fever had made it up to about 102 by this point) I decided there was no way on God's green Earth that I was making it to a doctor's appointment for Dylan.  I was on my couch under 3 blankets (one of which was an electric blanket) and was still shivering.  I literally slept on the couch all day. Dan had also had a wake to attend so I asked my mom if she could come over and help me with Dylan because I couldn't take care of myself, let alone another human being.  Dan took Dylan to the doctor and they gave him a nebulizer treatment and sent him to the hospital to do xrays to make sure he didn't have pneumonia or bronchitis. I was freaking out because I wanted to be there with them.  Turns out he was fine, so Dan brought him back so he could go to the wake.  My mom and Davion came over and hung out with us until about 9 when Dan got back. The doctor wanted Dylan to stay home from school Tuesday so Dan took a sick day.

I was still feeling a little weak on Tuesday but I had to fight through it because I have no more sick time.  I honestly would not wish mastitis upon ANYONE.  I could have muscled through the pain in my breast but that fever kicked my ass. Every inch of my body hurt. I seriously felt like a train had hit me full speed and then ran me over. IT. WAS. AWFUL.

Other than that, we really have just been adjusting.  I haven't been taking too many pictures so I am slacking on my scrapbook for him. Tomorrow is Dylan's baptism so I am hoping to be able to update with pictures! Happy 3 month birthday to Dylan! Pictures to come soon. 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

2 Months - Our return into the real world

Ug! So disappointed that I haven't been updating as much as I had wanted.  I guess I just never thought I would have a baby as fussy as Dylan.

I went back to work last Monday and it went very well - for me.  For Dylan, not so much.  He literally cried all day. The only time he wasn't crying was when he was sleeping or eating.  But his teachers handled it very well.  I cried once when I went in and saw him crying.  We went to his 2 month appointment that night and I got him a prescription for zantac for acid reflux.  He did much better the next day and then took another step back for the rest of the week. Bummer.


He has started to wake up in the middle of the night - so he's a normal baby.  He has been sleepung through the night since he was about 3 weeks old.  And of course this is the week that Dan is out of town. He gets up at 1 and just needs his pacifier.  Then he gets up around 2:45 and I have been giving him a bottle.  I'm on my lunch break right now and so far he's been having a good day. I go in and check on him like 10 times a day. I'm sure I'm driving his teachers crazy, but whatever :)

I started on his scrapbook this past weekend too.  I am having way too much fun with it.  I also am trying a Pinterest project where you get file folders for all of their work from school and put it in a file box.  I just need to find expandable file folders and then I am good to go! I love crafting and organizing!

We just had a training for work and were told to get rid of swings in our rooms.  I feel so bad for his teachers because that pretty much is the only time he's happy.  I want to limit his time in the swing at home, too because of this.  It sucks but he has to get used to it. 

Well I need to go back to work so that's it for now.  I am going to try to make it a point to post more often and with recipes and crafts, too :)

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Chipotle burrito bowl

This one of my favorite things to make I think.  And it's so easy.  Instead of going to Chipotle and spending money, make one at home.  You can do any kind of meat.  We used some left over beef from a crock pot meal that Dan's sister Sarah made for us after we had Dylan (thanks Sarah!)

So I didn't take any pictures along the way (read: I was holding my 6 week old while he cried) but I did get one of the end.  I don't really know about measurements because you can kind of do whatever you like.

2 cups cooked rice (I hate making rice so I use the boil in a bag rice)
The juice of 1/2 of a lime
2 Tblsp chopped cilantro
1 can of black beans
Your favorite salsa
Shredded cheese
Sour cream
1/2 Avocado - diced
Shredded lettuce
Meat of your choice - When we make our own, we cook it and add taco seasoning as if we're going to make tacos.

After cooking the rice, add the juice of 1/2 a lime and the chopped cilantro.  Mix it together while it's still hot.
Spoon the rice into bowls and top with what you like. I like to eat mine with chips.  We always have leftovers so one of us will eat it the next day.  And I will eat this - and I hate leftovers!

Here's a picture of mine - no cheese or sour cream.  :( I called the doctor today about Dylan's fussiness and the nurse wants me to remove dairy from my diet for 10 days and see if it works. SUCKY...

6 weeks old

Dylan is 6 weeks old! Where has the time gone?

We have learned that Dylan is a high maintenance kind of kid.  Sometimes he wants to be held, and sometimes when I put him down he couldn't be happier.  It's difficult figuring everything out.  This past few days he has been eating weird - for like 5-6 minutes every hour. And fussing while he's eating.  I thought it might be reflux so I called the dr's office.  The lactation nurse called me back (because I am strictly nursing) and she confirmed my worst fear....she told me to remove dairy from my diet. NOOOOOOO!! Cheese and ice cream are my 2 favorite foods.  I had been cutting down on ice cream because I had a feeling this was going to be an issue. Boo.

On a better note, he has been sleeping like a champ at night.  We went to Arkansas this past weekend for a wedding and he slept 10 hours on Sunday night after we got back.  I think the drive wore him out.  He was fine for the beginning of the trip but for the last 5-6 hours he just cried every hour so we would stop and get out and play with him for a while. I don't blame him.  I was done being in the car, too.

We left Thursday night and drove about 3 hours.  We got to a hotel at around 11:30 and they had no cribs.  So we hoped over to the 24 hour wal mart (thank GOD) and bought a pack and play that we will return because we already have one at home. Then on Friday when we were finishing our trip, a rock came up and hit our windshield and cracked it.  Dan probably wouldn't have gotten it fixed if he made the trip on his own but for my piece of mind, we got it fixed Saturday morning before the wedding festivities.

The wedding was great (it was one of Dan's friends from EY). There was another couple there who had a baby about 3 weeks before Dylan.  When I was pregnant, I always told myself that I wouldn't be one of those new moms who constantly talks about their kid to the point where it sounds like they're bragging about their 6 week old - can you really brag about a 6 week old?  But as I was talking to the other new mom, I realized that I was doing just that.  It was all I could talk about.  It was like word vomit.  It had taken over my life.  This sort of made me realize that I need to get back to work and have some more adult interaction :)

Only about a week and a half left of maternity leave.  I have a few more things I want to get done before I go back.  Sometimes I feel like it flew by but sometimes I feel like it didn't.  I am excited to get back into the working world and with my co workers - I miss them. I also am excited to start getting a paycheck again :)

Well, Dylan is sleeping so I better be productive with my time! Gonna put dinner together - beef burrito bowls

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Italian Layer Bake

So, I tried out a few pinterest recipes.  This one was last night.  It's an Italian Layer Bake and it was tasty!

I was a little nervous about the eggs because it calls for 4 so I didn't want it turning into an omelet but I used them all anyway and it turned out great.  Also, we put some gardinara (sp?) on top before we ate it. I put it all together during lunch time when Dylan was sleeping - all except the eggs on top - and then just popped it in the oven when Dan called to tell me he was on his way home from work. I think maybe next time I would use pepperoni and add the gardinara as a layer with the red peppers instead of on top. Enjoy!

Italian layer bake


Advice

Everyone loves to give advice. Especially with giant life changing events like planning a wedding and being pregnant/having a baby. So I thought I would share all the advice that was given to me (and whether I found it helpful or not) and add some of my own...

*When you're pregnant, people say "get your sleep now!"  Did not follow. Dan and I never understood this one.  It's not like I can bank sleep during my pregnancy to pull out a few hours here and there when the baby is waking up at 3am.
*Register for a Nap Nanny.  I followed this, and I am glad I did.  It's this baby sized lounger and is quite possibly one of the greatest gifts we got.  Dylan loves it and he sleeps for a while in there when he is not feeling the swing.
*When he sleeps, you sleep.  I did not follow this.  Now that I have 3 weeks left of my leave, I kind of wish I had.  I just had this huge list of things I wanted to do around the house when I was on leave so I just did it all when he was sleeping. I am tired. But I'm going to be tired when I go back to work, so I guess I have to get used to it.

What would I like to add?
*Enjoy your time at home when your husband is off of work.  I did not take advantage of this and it was defintely the fastest week of my maternity leave.
*Don't go to Target the day after you get home from the hospital.
*Buy a cheater swaddle blanket. We got one and he started sleeping through the night. One night it was dirty and he got up at 3am.  I went to Babies R Us the next day and bought 2 more.
*Breastfeeding can sometimes be considered rocket science.  I won't get into the details...
*Babies don't always know what they want.  Sometimes Dylan wants to be held tightly to fall asleep during the day.  Sometimes he wants me to leave him alone on the boppy pillow or nap nanny to fall asleep. I don't think he even knows what kind of mood he's in.
*Contrary to popular belief, being a mom doesn't always come natural.  And that's okay.
*No matter how tired you are when you're in the end of your pregnancy, make frozen meals for when you're on leave. Dylan (and most babies apparently) has a witching hour from 5-9 and just cries.  This makes it difficult to make dinner. I wish I had more meals that I could just throw in the oven or crock pot. I am trying to put things together during the middle of the day when he's taking his afternoon nap and then throw it in the fridge until it's ready to be cooked.  Thank you, pinterest.

When I have my next kid, Dylan will be at school from open to close.  I did too much in the beginning of my maternity leave and I sort of regret it.  I wish I would've taken it a little easier. But, you live and you learn.

Hoping to update more, and add recipes I've tried from pinterest. :)

Monday, October 1, 2012

3 weeks old

I really really wanted to be updating more often but this little guy hates to be put down :)

We are still getting to know each other.  It's so strange that this little guy that was inside of me for 9 months is now here, and I have to know exactly what he needs.  Well, I don't.  I don't know anything about babies younger than 6 weeks.  So in the first 2 weeks, (it seemed like) he was crying constantly.  I was under the impression that he would be on a feeding schedule (HA!) so I was feeding him every 2-3 hours. Yeah, no.  He eats about every hour and a half. So far, my "maternity leave to do list" is out the window until further notice :)

This week we seem to be getting the hang of each other.  He finally likes his swing and I think he is enjoying the music and white noise that we put on for him.  Here are some more things I'm learning about him:

- He LOVES the car.  He falls asleep as soon as we get in.  If he isn't tired, he will wake up and scream at every red light..  Which leads me to - when you have an infant that likes to move, red lights are the devil.

- He eats often but not for long each time. He has only had formula a few times - I have been nursing him 90% of the time.  He gets a bottle at night so Dan can feed him once a day and hang out with him.

- He loves the darkness when he's tired.  We've learned that to get him to sleep at night he needs to be swaddled, clean diaper, pacifier, pressed up against your body, swaying, in the dark.  High maintenance?

- He doesn't mind Shadow's kisses at all!  I am really glad about this.  I was worried.  But Shadow will come over and kiss him and he just stares at him.

- Laser still doesn't care much about him.  Which I am totally okay with.

- He really likes to be held. 

- He is already starting to grow out of his newborn clothes! Only some of them.  Some of the shirts are turning into total 80's shirts and coming off of his shoulders. 

It is a rare moment that I am able to sit down and write a post! This week we are finally figuring each other out - and it feels good!







Thursday, September 13, 2012

Dylan's birthday

Someone asked me if I could sum up childbirth in one word, what would it be. My answer? Miserable. However, that was a little over an hour after I gave birth.  If you were to ask me now, I honestly don't think I would have an answer for you. It was painful, exciting, exhausting...so many words.  But let's start at the beginning...

We were told to call Saturday morning at 6:30 to make sure there was still room for us.  I called (with my heart beating out of my chest) and sure enough, they were ready for us.  Dan took Shadow for a quick walk, took a shower, and off we went.  The car was already packed (the joys of an induction).  We got there and they checked us in.  I got hooked up to all the machines and they said they were going to start the pitosin shortly.  They gave me all of my bracelets (including a bright yellow one that said "FALL RISK" which Dan and I thought was pretty funny.  I thought it was because I was a fat ass but the nurse said it was because I had IV's.)  The asked if I wanted an epidural and I said yes, but not yet.  I wanted to feel at least some of the contractions, just to know what they felt like. I was Strep B positive so I had to have at least 2 doses of an antibiotic before I delivered so we knew that nothing could happen until afternoon (which I know nothing would happen before then anyway!)

My mom and my sister showed up around 11 I think and by then I had been feeling a few contractions.  I felt like they came out of nowhere. I felt fine, and then all of a sudden, it hurt. BAD.  I really can't explain the pain.  Dan was asking how it felt but I didn't have an answer.  They didn't feel like really bad menstrual cramps like people kept telling me.  The nurse came in and said that if I wanted the epidural I pretty much had to do it right then (about 12:15) because the anesthesiologist had to go into a C-secion and had to be there by 12:40.  So it was either then, or wait until he got out of surgery.  So they kicked everyone out - including Dan.  That was scary.  I really didn't want him leaving my side AT ALL that day.  But I guess they had to ask him to leave because they needed to focus on me and the baby and couldn't have any other distractions.  The anesthesiologist came in and explained what he was going to do.  It didn't really hurt (except for when a contraction came during it) it just felt weird and uncomfortable.  It almost felt like he was pumping air into my back.

Dan and my mom and sister finally came back (I hated being alone).  And I was crying.  Because they had just given me my second dose of antibiotics and that HURTS going into your arm.  I was in tears.  And I kinda thought it was funny that the first time I cried in childbirth was from an antibiotic going into my arm.  From that point until about 6:00, I felt nothing.  They would all be looking at the monitor and say "here comes a big one!" and I would feel nothing and it was awesome.  I played games on my phone, checked facebook, joked around with Dan, Kelly, and my mom.  Until 6:00 rolled around and I started feeling things.  This was also when my heartburn kicked in and it was BAD.  I don't think I was feeling EVERYTHING but I seriously cannot imagine going through that without drugs.  I kept calling the nurse in (because she had to be there for me to push the button to up the epidural) and told her that she was going to get sick of seeing me because I wanted  to get as much in my system as possible before I started pushing.  She said "I don't blame you."  (She also told me that it was going to feel like I was pushing the baby out of my butt.  No one told me this, and man was she right.)

They told us that I would probably be ready to push around 8:30.  So we sort of sat back and breathed (or tensed up and didn't breathe - bad idea) through the contractions.  I ended up throwing up at some point during this as well which was normal I guess.  They came in and checked me and said I would probably start pushing at 7:30.  Sure enough, right at 7:30, it was time to push.  My sister, brother, and mom said bye (my mom making me cry because she started crying and said "you're going to be a mommy!" That was such a special moment for me.  I am tearing up just typing about it.)

The nurse told me we were ready to push during contractions.  Every time one came, I would push for 6-8 seconds and it hurt.  I asked if I could push on my side for a bit which felt much better, but my pushes were better when I was on my back so they wanted me to still do pushes from my back.  The doctor came in a few times to check up on us.  The nurse kept talking about his hair and what she saw.  She asked Dan if he wanted to look and he promptly responded No - haha.  All of a sudden, she told me to roll over to my side.  Then roll over to the other side. And her face got really red and she called in for 2 other nurses to help her.  His heart rate dropped to about 75 and they ripped off my heart monitor.  She said something about a de-cell and another nurse brought her a long stick and she shoved it into me.  After about 10 minutes of no one telling us what was going on, they said this happens sometimes and they were giving me another heart rate monitor that would attach to his head.  It was incredibly terrifying but they were being safe.

When the doctor came in to finish it off (about 9:00) the pain was AWFUL.  I was screaming saying I couldn't do it anymore and "get this baby the hell out of me" and just grabbing Dan's shirt and twisting.  The nurse told me not to waste my energy on his shirt.  About halfway through each push the dr and nurse would say "that's it! That's the push!" I knew I was giving a little more halfway though but I literally felt so weak. I have never been so exhausted in my life.  The nurse and the doctor kept telling me to relax but that wasn't helping.  Dan was also telling me to be quiet and I was about to shove my foot in his ass.  I kept my eyes closed during about 75% of the last hour because for whatever reason, it felt a little better.  I would "rest" when I wasn't having a contraction.  And then just never opened my eyes.  Toward the end, I heard them say that I had a fever but I didn't think anything of it.  So then Dan said that the doctor called up the neonatal doctor (I really didn't have the energy to pay attention at this point).  They had called up my last dose of antibiotics and it never came.  So they asked for a different kind and that never came.  They even put a rush order on it and it never showed up. So I don't know if things would've been different had that worked out. 

Finally, I was told it was my last push and there was nothing better than feeling the doctor pull him out of me.  I will never forget the sound Dan made and the sight of them showing me my son.  She wiped him off and put the clamp on his cord and let Dan cut it.  I missed it and I don't know if I missed it because I couldn't see or if it was because my eyes were still closed.  She gave him to me about 4 nurses came in.  Dan took a few pictures of me meeting him.  Then the neonatal doctor came in started talking to my doctor about what happened.  He told us that they were going to take him to the NICU because of my fever and they wanted to run a few tests just to make sure he was okay.  They took him away from me and weighed him (8.6 pounds...holy crap).  Dan and I were so upset that they were taking him away but we knew it was going to be okay.  We gathered ourselves and they took our baby boy.  He went out and told my family what was going on.  They came in and I just felt so empty.  I apologized to them for not having a baby to see.  They told me that was not necessary and they felt so bad for us.  My step dad brought me a hot dog and fries from Portillo's (which I thought about like 10 times during pushing and couldn't wait to eat it) but I was just so tired - mentally and physically.  I knew I should've been hungry but I just had no appetite. I was so sad. And empty.  I know I said that already, but that really is the perfect word.

Kevin, Jim and Davion decided to go home at that point.  (I pushed for 2 hours, so it was about 10:00 when they came in after they stitched me up and explained what was going on).  Davion wasn't going to be able to see him in the NICU anyway because he wasn't 12. Kelly and my mom decided to stay to see him.  They told us he would be ready and hooked up in about 2 hours.  So they asked my sister and mom to leave so they could clean me up.  One thing no one told me about childbirth - there is a lot of blood. It took a while to get me situated so my mom and sister came back in and we finally were able to go see Dylan.

It was midnight at this point.  I was wheeled in a wheelchair because I couldn't really feel my legs.  When we got into the NICU, I started crying because he was so high up and I was in a wheel chair and couldn't even see him.  I asked everyone to take pictures so I could see but it just wasn't the same.  So they let me hold him.  What an amazing and surreal moment. Not only were things so surreal because I was someone's mom, childbirth was finally over, and my son was in the NICU, but I was actually holding my CHILD. MY child. Dan got to hold him next because he still hadn't held him yet. That was amazing to see. We hung out for about 20 minutes and then I decided I needed to go to bed.  Once back to the room, the nurse was showing me how to pump (I made sure Dan was paying attention because I was so out of it), then she had to change all my stuff, and finally we were able to go to sleep at 2:30am.  We were both so emotional and all I wanted to do at that point was hold my son, or lay in bed with my husband, and I couldn't do either.  This was not how I wanted things to go.

I knew deep down that everything would be alright. But I was still kind of scared. But here are a few pictures from that night.  More on the story later....







Friday, September 7, 2012

Induction

Well, here we are - hopefully less than 24 hours away from your arrival, little one.

At my 40 week appointment (which when I made it, I said "No way I'll be here for that.") the doctor (Gallo, our favorite) told me that I was still 3 cm and about 80% effaced.  He then sat down at his chair and said "so when do you want to have this baby?"  I didn't want to seem like the girl that was so uncomfortable and so selfish that I wanted to schedule when my baby would come.  I asked him his opinion and we went back and forth for about 15 minutes.  Dan said he didn't care either way.  Dr. Gallo said if I was still pregnant in a week, then we definitely needed to schedule an induction.  But right now, it was up to me, because my body had made some progress on its own.  If I was 0 cm, then he would say see you next week.

Dan and I took all of this information and went home with it.  I struggled a lot with the decision.  I finally decided I wanted to schedule it, but it was just a matter of Friday or Monday. I eventually called to schedule it for Friday (because that way Dan would take Friday through Thursday off, go to work for one day, and then be home for another weekend) but they were booked.  So she scheduled me for Saturday, which surprised me, because Dr. Gallo said that they generally don't schedule for weekends.

So here we are, the night before my induction, watching football.  I seriously never thought I would be here.  I remember finding out I was pregnant and immediately rushing through things that I wanted to get done around the house before he came.  Ultimately, we got most of it done, but it is just so crazy to think that it's happening.  I originally  didn't want to be induced, but this works for our family.  He's been in there for 41 weeks, I think he's ready.  The doctor basically told us it was safe and that the rumor of inductions leading to more c-sections is just that - a rumor.  I am kind of bummed that I won't have a cool water breaking or contraction story, but I'm also glad that I'll be in a hospital with nurses/husband/family to help me through it all.

I am not sharing the news of the induction on facebook or anything.  And since only close friends and family read this blog, I feel safe writing about it.  We really decided that no announcement will be made on facebook by us (or anyone for that matter) until we have notified everyone that WE want.  In fact, I'm going to shut down my wall just to be sure no one spoils the news :)

 I can't wait to see what he looks like.  I can't wait to hold him. I can't wait to see everyone's face when they meet him and love up on him.  The amount of love that this child already has is insane.  I can only imagine what it will be like when he's here.

40 years ago doctors wouldn't even think about induction.  It took me a while to stop feeling selfish about inducing. Like I said, I struggled.  But ultimately, it was mine and Dan's decision, and this is what we chose.  And I could not be more excited for tomorrow :)

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Due Date

Here we are - on the due date. I seriously never thought I would reach this point.  With all of our friends and/or family around us lately having their children early, and my awful luck, I thought for sure I was going to go early too.  It's just so crazy to think that I'm actually still pregnant.

That's really all I have to say - haha.  Just that it's unbelievable.  I really don't believe in all of those old wives tales about walking and eating spicy foods to induce labor.  So we are just relaxing today.  We went to the grocery store this morning to get a bunch of stuff for easy dinners.  I felt like we were stocking up for the apocalypse or something. Then we went to Target and used a gift card that we had for some clothes for baby.

We just got back from our 3rd walk of the day.  I am still not feeling anything.  I don't even think I have felt a contraction.  But I've been told by a few people that they had their water break before they even felt contractions. So here I sit, on the couch, on a blanket, just in case. :)

My next appointment is on Tuesday so if I make it to that appointment they will schedule something for later on in the week - we are hoping for Tuesday night :) So now I'm kind of at the point where I hope nothing happens this weekend and we just get to schedule something. But we'll see what happens. 

Monday, August 27, 2012

Less than a week?!

So for a while now, I've been compiling a few lists in my head so I thought it was a good time to lay them all out.  But first, my appointment...

Today was my 39 week appointment.  My doctor said I was about 3 cm (as opposed to 1 last Monday) and that it is highly likely that I will go into labor on my own between today and Saturday.  Everyone I told this to was so excited. I am scared shitless. I am not afraid of being a mom.  I am afraid of labor.  I'm afraid of going into labor when I least expect it, going to the hospital at the right time, forgetting to call/text someone with the good news.  This is all of my anxiety building up and I hate it. I want to feel somewhat calm when I go into it all.  Honestly, when I think about going into labor, I start to tear up....what am I going to do when it actually happens?!

For my lists...

Things I will miss about being pregnant (yes, I said it.):
*Random people smiling at me.  Today at the store after my appointment I had 6 people at the grocery store smile or make a comment.  Pretty sure one was drunk, but she still counts.  One actually said to me in passing "You look radiant."  That made me smile.  That is so nice to hear when all I see is tree trunks for legs.
*Eating lots of food.  This needs to explanation.
*Having people do things for me at work (in the beginning I hated this. But as I grew more tired (read:fat) I was grateful for it.)
*Feeling him kick and pushing back.  Sometimes it hurts like hell, but it makes me smile and giggle every single time I feel it.
*Getting a back massage every night from the best husband ever. :)
*Getting away with wearing flip flops to work.
*Knowing where he is at all times.

Things I will NOT miss about being pregnant:
*Not being able to wear my wedding rings.  I cannot wait to put them back on.
*Getting up in the middle of the night to pee. It's :AWFUL!!
*Grunting and groaning just to do something as simple as putting on my shoes or getting out of bed.
*People saying "I bet you are so ready to be done!"
*My awful swelling feet.
*I can't wait to eat a hot dog without guilt.
*The random days where I would literally wake up and feel like I was hit by a bus.
*I also can't wait to drink a glass of wine.

Dan just left for our nightly walk with Shadow and I stayed home for fear of pushing along labor :)

Sunday, August 19, 2012

38 Weeks

38 weeks.  Holy cow.  I feel like every week I say I can't believe I am this far.  Because well we keep getting farther and farther along.  People keep asking "when are you due?"  And my answer is now "2 weeks." 2. freaking. weeks.  13 days. 312 hours. 18,720 minutes. (Yes, I just did all that math.) It is just beyond me.  I honestly feel like it was just December 27th when we found out that we were going to be parents.  I vowed to stop being so anal and anxious about everything and I really think I have come a long way.  People around me are noticing it and it means a lot to me when they tell me that.  I don't want to be a crazy anxious mom for him.  I want to be able to allow him to enjoy things and us to enjoy things with us.

I can't stop thinking about the fall.  I pretty much don't know anything about football but I am actually excited to get him dressed up and go to peoples' houses to watch games and have people over to watch Illinois games. NOT Packers games, Dan. ;) I am really excited to take him to the pumpkin patch and taking silly pictures of him sitting in a bunch of pumpkins that he won't ever remember.  But it'll be so cute.  Because I am sure he will be so cute :)

Here is my picture for the week! Sometimes I feel huge and sometimes I don't.  It's very weird.  I don't think I have had any contractions which is good because I need to get through a few more weeks of work.  I think I am going to be late or scheduled.  Which is fine by me.  Scheduled would be so much easier considering that we have Shadow.  And I want Shadow to be home when Dan comes home by himself so he can bring him a blanket and do all of that business.  He may just be spending a lot of time in his crate.  Depending on when I go into labor and how available everyone else is to help us out.

*The heat is starting to die down which is nice.  But since the weather out here is so unpredictable, I'm sure we'll have a few days of 90 in September after he's here.
*I finally packed a bag for me and for him.  Dan threw some stuff in there for himself, too.  He had been bothering me for about 2 months to get it done and I never did.
*I started writing things in his journal.  Like I said before, I don't know if I'll ever give it to him but it's been helping sort out all of my thoughts right now.  Which believe me, there are a lot going on in there.
*I can't stop drinking milk.  Before I was pregnant, we would be hard pressed to finish a gallon of milk before its expiration date.  Now, we go through probably 2 a week.  I eat cereal every day (I hate cereal) and I have probably 2 glasses of milk a day.  But it has to be very cold.  Hahaha.  It will be interesting to see if I keep this up.
*My shoulders are killing me.  It's mostly my left shoulder and I have no idea why. Sometimes it almost feels like there is a nerve in there that is being pinched randomly.  I keep forgetting to ask the doctor about it.

My thoughts are less jumbled this week.  I am kind of trying to just get things done when they come to my mind.  I finally finished my thank you notes from the showers (oops.).  That took a long time. But at least I got them out before he got here.  I was a mess last week (as you can tell from my previous random post) and am doing much better now.  I have been cleaning the house a lot because I know if I go into labor and we have to abruptly leave, I don't want to come home from the hospital with him to a messy house.  So I am trying to keep up with the cleaning.  It's not easy when I can't bend over anymore.

People keep saying to us "get your sleep now!"  Dan and I don't really understand this.  It's not like you can bank sleep.  Put away a few hours here to pull out in September when he decides not to sleep all night.  I understand we won't be getting a lot of sleep (if any) when he gets here.  But the way I see it, sleep will eventually end so why get lots of it now?

I think we/I have decided on a name.  We were down to 2, and I was leaning toward one while Dan was leaning toward the other.  He finally said he would be okay with either and we've been calling him by the one name more than the other so I think we are good to go.  It's just weird for me to not call him "baby" because I can't put a face to a name, I guess.  But soon we will be able to! I am so excited to meet him.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

37 weeks

We are at that point where the doctor checks me once a week!  Man, it's painful.  This past Monday she said that if I called her to let her know that my water broke, she would laugh.  So we are far away.  Which is OKAY with me.  School starts the 20th so I would really like to get through that week.  She said I was about 20-30% effaced but that it didn't really mean anything. I told her that I am so okay with being late and not being early.  She told me that she never hears that. Haha. Maybe after we get through the 20th I will be singing a different tune.

For my picture this week, I thought I'd share a few that my sister took last weekend. :)














We haven't been up to much lately.  We packed our bag and Little Dude's bag and we are ready for anything! Ok, maybe not anything.

Dan started his new job yesterday and seems to be enjoying it.  The commute is pretty crappy so far but it's only been 2 days so we will see if it gets any better.  I am exhausted.  Mentally and physically.  All I think about is when this baby is coming and physically I am just tired.  I am too tired to roll over at night. Too tired to do anything, really.  My body is exhausted.

I had a ton of thoughts for this blog post, but speaking of being exhausted.....I can't focus my thoughts!! :)