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Friday, June 21, 2013

Goals

Here are my goals for the next few months:

1) To update the monthly blog post within a week of the 14th, complete with photos!

2) One other blog post per month, going back to the roots: recipe, craft project or book review

3) I am currently 10 lb less than my pre-pregnancy weight, but still 10-15 above my goal weight. By October, I'd like to have lost at least 10 of those pounds. This should involve exercising as soon as the PT gives her ok (This means dance one night a week, plus a least two other trips to the gym for at least 30 min on the elliptical, working up to an hour)

4) Choose at least one new recipe per month and make it, taking pictures along the way and posting. Work up to one new recipe a week.

5) Choose at least one craft project per month and FINISH it. (Take progress pictures if possible!)

6) Unpack the boxes in the bedroom and get that bathroom up to scruff by September 1

7) By November 1, unpack and paint the middle bedroom, reorganizing and setting up the crafting area

8) Floss nightly

Supposedly, telling other people your goals can help keep you accountable to them, so hopefully this will help me actually accomplish these things! I'll keep you updated with how these goals are doing. They aren't going to be the easiest things or me right now, but I'm going to try to stick to them. Plus, I LOVE crossing things off a to do list (I even add things after I do them just to cross them off. Example: shower or brush teeth

Friday, June 14, 2013

7 Months

Apparently I'm just as bad as keeping up with this for G as I was when I was pregnant.

G is 7 months! I can't believe how quickly time has gone. He has had his two tests done: an upper barium GI and a lower GI barium enema. The latter was the least fun for us since the poor guy was not too happy about it. The doctor said there was nothing structurally wrong, which is great because it means no surgery. It's kinda tough too because it means we don't know what's going on yet. However, it seems to have gotten a bit better, even if he's still not sleeping through the night again yet. The doctor gave us the go ahead to start solid foods (rice cereal, oatmeal, orange/yellow veggies, green veggies, fruits) and hopefully that will help with his tummy troubles. Either way, I'm really looking forward to starting solid foods with him! He'll have another doctor's appointment in 6 weeks and we'll get the results of the 20 or so stool samples they're testing for everything under the sun.

I'm doing alright. G decided to share his cold with me for Mother's Day, which hasn't been pleasant. My mom came out for a few days, which has been great. It's so helpful to have someone else around, and definitely helps my sanity to have another adult to speak to throughout the day. Plus, I hate cleaning pump parts, so getting a break from that is always nice. Though I'm below my pre-pregnancy weight, my body seems to have morphed into a different shape, so nothing fits correctly. Mom took me shopping for some new clothes that I feel like I can actually go out in (a real bra helps with that too) so I'm feeling a lot better about how I look, even if I don't normally get makeup on my face...or a shower. (Ah, motherhood).

We still have a lot left to do with the house. There are still boxes in the middle bedroom, and that room needs to be painted. Plus, I have to put my clothes up--they're currently sitting folded at the foot of the bed. There's also a few bathroom boxes in our bedroom and I really need to organize the bathroom and the kitchens. But, the big kitchen has a new gas stove!! We found a deal on Craigslist and it's been fantastic! It actually cooks things correctly and quickly and it's so much bigger--our pots and pans actually fit! Plus it has a double oven, so if we host Thanksgiving there (or anything with a baked dessert and a baked entree) it'll be great! I love it! And removing that part of the cabinetry to make room for it left room to put the trash can in the kitchen and makes it look so much nicer!


G:
-Loves being sung "Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes," especially when I get to the "nose" part and grab his nose! Then we sing it backward! (toes, knees, shoulders, head)
-Thinks having the blanket float down over his face then whipped up again is hilarious
-Can hold himself up on the coffee table
-Is sitting up with very few topples
-May possibly be teething again (ear tugging and drool again)
-Can take steps when you help him stand up!!!
-Is rolling onto his tummy if he sleeps in his crib (cue the panicked checking on him every 5 minutes--back into the car seat we go)
-LOVES the water! He even got his head all the way under in his first swim class and has started kicking! He also now splashes in his bathtub (I'm sure James is thrilled about this)
-Is really trying to crawl, but would rather "walk"
-Babbles almost all the time. Still mostly "bababa" and "vavava" or "fafafa" with a lot of raspberries blown and "mmmmm" and "aaah" as well. Especially during the hymns at church

Best Moments:
-G falling asleep on me. I know this will eventually come to an end, and probably sooner rather than later, so I'm appreciating every little nap.
-Playing with G on the floor and watching his face light up when he makes his toy make noise
-Playing our "falling" game and hearing him laugh and laugh
-Watching him get this big grin on his face when his Daddy comes home

Yummy Oatmeal! (5/18/13)

I love the outdoors! (5/29/13)

Thursday, May 2, 2013

6 Months

The 6 month post has been waylaid by G's tummy troubles. A week after Easter, we noticed that G was having some issues with bowel movements. As in, they weren't happening. I had read that it's pretty normal for little ones to go a few days between and decided not to worry about it. But it continues for about two weeks, and his 6 month birthday was coming up. We were so excited to start solid food with him, but I was worried because he often seemed in pain after eating, was throwing up about half of what he ate (even hours after eating) and was still having trouble going to the bathroom. When we called the nurse on his 6 month birthday, she recommended going to the ER. What happened with the doctor (and I use that term loosely) at CHOC's emergency department is another post in itself, but suffice it to say that despite having blood in his stool, since he looked happy at the time, we were sent home being told that the ultrasound showed an intussusception that wasn't treatable and it was probably a milk allergy, so I should cut out all dairy. We saw the pediatrician the next day who said the doctor was crazy and I could have dairy. What had happened with the ultrasound was that they found an intussusception (telescoping of the bowel that can cause blockage) but that it had cleared itself up as they watched. When pushed, we got a referral to a GI specialist, who has been fantastic. Not only did she believe us, but she listened to us and understood why we were concerned. She said it sounded like a recurring intussusception and ordered two tests to see if there was a lead point (something that the bowel was catching, causing the telescoping). This is kinda getting into 7 month territory, but G had the upper GI/small bowel test, where they feed him a barium bottle and then took x-rays to check for "structural anomalies," but it came back negative. This is good news, but also kinda bad because this means he needs the next test, which is a barium enema. That's scheduled for next week, and hopefully we will get some answers after that when we see the specialist again. For now, he's getting milk of magnesia every morning and pedialyte along with milk. He's eating much less than normal, and hearing him cry in pain and not being able to do anything about it is completely heartbreaking.
This has also resulted in a sleeping problem. Due to either pain or hunger (from not getting enough calories during the day) G has started waking up multiple times at night. We gave up the car seat, because it seemed to make him hurt more; maybe your bowels get all squished together when sitting asleep? He is now in the crib, but the constant waking is starting to wear on James and me. Although, it is pretty funny when you wake up to see him scootched all the way to the bottom corner of the crib, fall asleep and wake up again to see him turned 180 degrees around at the top of the crib. Still not sure how he did that. This has also led to a bit of co-sleeping. If he wakes around 4:30 (usually the 2nd or 3rd time, and he's already been fed), I pull him into bed with us, putting him on his back between me and James, moving the pillow far away, pushing the blankets off of me (brrrr) and not really sleeping, but dozing. This actually works like a charm and allows all 3 of us to get a bit more rest, even if I'm always at the edge of wakefulness.

G:
-is super interested in our food--grabbing our bottles, glasses, and forks. He tried o grab the communion bread from my hand, and even hooked the chalice at church
-can roll to get around, belly to back and back to belly
-can sit unassisted for 1+ minutes
-got his first two teeth at the beginning of April! Both bottom ones came in at once
-has started to grasp the idea of creeping along--he is able to move  little, but usually just kicks his legs and then gets frustrated when he doesn't move closer to the toy
-babbles and talks to us, usually just variations of "aah," but sometimes "ba" or "va"
-is standing up like crazy, even able to hold himself up on the coffee table for a bit
-can pick up pretty much anything
-is throwing things. Watching mommy and daddy pick up his toys 58 times in 5 minutes must be very amusing

Best Moments:
-Any time he falls asleep on me is a best moment. He really is a sweetheart
-James was holding him and Pippin brought G her toy. Usually she likes to tug on it, but as soon as he grabbed it, she let go and waited for him to "throw" it
-When he's getting sleepy for a nap, he will turn his head and burrow into my chest/armpit, which is pretty much the most adorable thing ever
-Running out of room in the freezer because I have so much milk in it. Seriously, we just plugged in the third fridge in the garage so I can store some milk there. As soon as he's eating solids, I'm going to wean off pumping (which btw, does anyone know how to wean when you're EPing?)
-Being back below my pre-pregnancy weight! Woot! Now, on to the pre San Diego weight...maybe I will keep pumping for another ten pounds lol
-His screeching laugh when he sees Daddy or the dogs or gets his diaper changed or is playing peekaboo
-The totally out of it look he has for the first 10 minutes or so after waking up
-Being able to calm him down just by singing to him



What a ham! 6 months, starting month 7!



5 Months

We've had a busy month! Doctor's appointments, "play dates" for Mommy, the house got tented, a surprise trip to see Grandma and Gaga, and  the Great Big Sea concert! The concert was so much fun!! They even put up the picture of me, James and G at the beach during "Good People!" It was fun to see ourselves on the screen, but it was an odd venue as it was a dinner show, which discouraged people standing/dancing (at least in the dinner section). G got the good health sign from the pediatrician, who told us that his not rolling over/sitting up/gross motor skills are more personality based and nothing to worry about, he would do it when he wanted to. We left the office after his shots and I turned to James and said "Did the doctor just call him lazy?" (I was kidding! But that's what it sounded like).

As for our trip up north--what an ordeal! But a fun one! We wanted to leave at 11 pm on Thursday night, so we would arrive before my dad left for work Friday morning. Well, that didn't really happen since we were so busy double-bagging food and removing the potted plants, G's mattress and the dog stuff from the house. Instead we left at 1 am. It was raining; a big winter storm had just blown in. When we got to Castaic, we found out the Grapevine was closed due to snow. Well, the alternate route was open, but it was snowing. And we got lost. And it was SNOWING. A LOT. I woke up a few times and freaked out--"James! Don't slow down! The snow will pile up and we'll get stuck and have to eat each other!" J:"Go back to sleep, honey." *rolls eyes*. It's California...it's not supposed to snow. Anyways, it was so heavy, we ended up going about 20 mph behind a big rig in order to safely stay on the road. It took us TWELVE hours to get up north. We did go to Mom's office and surprised her, especially since we'd just called (to find out where she was since she wasn't home) and then trooped over to the city to surprise my Dad, who didn't see us walk in so we yelled "Surprise!" at his back! They were both super excited and had had no idea we were coming! :D James is sneaky! We had dinner in the city, drove along the Embarcadero to see the bridge all lit up (very cool) and headed home. Mom and I got to go shopping the next day, Dad got sent home from work early to spend time with us and we got to have all of Sunday together too. James and I headed out around 2 on Monday and got home by 9, with many diaper change and feeding stops and hours of crying. G was up way past his bedtime since we went to a friend's birthday party after getting home. Despite not doing his routine, he was pretty good and had crashed hard by the time we got home around 11, not even waking up during the diaper change, pyjamas and swaddle. He even "slept in" until 8 am the next morning!

G:
-can roll from his tummy to his back easily. Tummy time is now nearly impossible
-sticks everything within reach into his mouth. This includes the diaper wipe container and even dirty diapers if you don't move them far away enough
-is very interested in our food. He's already tried grabbing my spoon and fork on two separate occasions
-pets the dogs. Well, only Moose sits still long enough to be pet
-stands pretty steadily for a few minutes at a time, holding onto your fingers
-has got quite a grip on him!
-can "hold" onto his bottle, although he doesn't understand how to tip it up
-sits up, holding himself with his arms. He still tips sideways pretty fast though
-"turns" the pages of his bedtime story
-loves being held up in the air
-loves being sung to, especially "shake my sillies out" with head-shaking motions
-knows Mommy and Daddy, and knows when they're not there (just ask Chris and Laura, who experienced him freaking out at bedtime because they weren't us!)
-knows his name!
-smiles with a face full of pure joy. I never want to forget his smiles

Best Moments:
-Sitting at night and reading "Goodnight Moon," and watching him turn the page, even when it takes him some time
-I know I'm supposed to put him down awake, but there have been a few times when he's fallen asleep on me, and then James comes in and we're both asleep in the glider
-Watching him trying to figure out how to roll back to tummy is amazing! He arches his back, turns his head, gets both arms on one side and tries to push with his feet. It's just astounding watching figure this stuff out
-Bouncing him on my knee and humming "William Tell Overture" and having him laugh at me after each phrase

5 months old, starting month 6!




Thursday, February 14, 2013

4 Months

G is four months old today! What happened to 1/3 of the year? My little baby isn't so little anymore. I was looking at pictures of his first bath and he looked so small in the infant bath; now we're about to take out the sling, have had to remove the changing attachment on the playard and remove the bassinet level! So what's he been up to? Well, if I may borrow a friend's format:

Grayson:
-can hold his head up like crazy
-can almost sit up on his own and put weight on his legs with assistance
-may possibly be teething, but is definitely drooling on everything
-is trying to blow raspberries. This exacerbates the drooling
-is still exclusively breastfed
-has been sleeping through the night! (with a few difficult nights)
-found his feet and likes to hold onto them, especially when changed, which happens about 15 times a day
-kicks up a storm (future Riverdancer?)
-babbles at us every night and is extremly vocal
-has the cutest, most heart-melting smile and the most adorable laugh
-still needs to be swaddled and have white noise to fall asleep
-loves his bath
-wears size 2 diapers and 3 month clothes
-enjoys being read to and watching Food Network

I'm doing pretty well. I'm below my prepregnancy weight because of breastfeeding and am starting to exercise again to reach my pre-San Diego weight. I pump 30-40 oz per day, which has resulted in a quite impressive freezer stash. Anything G doesn't eat will be donated to CHOC. I'm still exhausted because while G sleeps through the night, I'm still waking up to check on him and sometimes to scoot him up when he fusses because he's kicked himself too low in his car seat. Between this and pumping, I also can't use G's naps to sleep since I have to use them to get things done, which results in a zombie-like, often grumpy mama.   We've been settling into a nice routine, though it's not set in stone, and I wouldn't want it to be. I'm often running late the days that I work, but have been managing. G stays with me in the morning, then goes to the Infant Care Center at James' work for the afternoon, which he seems to really enjoy. We're still struggling with naps, since he usually takes two 30 minute naps a day, which results in a very fussy baby come night time; the days he takes longer naps, he is very pleasant. We're also struggling with "silent reflux," which we thought was congestion. He's now taking Zantac twice a day, and sleeping in his car seat since being flat is too uncomfortable for him. He also still hates tummy time, though the doctor says that probably has to do with the reflux too. Hopefully he'll grow out of it quickly and the medicine will help until then. Overall, he's a pretty awesome baby and I can't get over how much I love him or how fast he's growing. Some days I can't wait til he can talk, other days I wonder where the tiny little newborn went.

Best Moments:
-One night, he was leaning against my knees and we were talking to him. He looked up at me and James, then laughed out loud. We laughed back bc it was adorable, and that made him laugh, which made us laugh again. It went on for about 5 minutes until I was nearly in tears from laughing. <3
-His little eyes peeking up above the ergo when he was a little too small to be without the infant insert but too big for the insert. It was adorable and now he's big enough to properly fit. I missed the opportunity to get a photo of it, but will always remember just his eyes peeking out.
-We were sitting on the couch, and I looked down in time to see him gently pet Moose on the head. I doubt the intentionality of this gesture, as he usually just flails at the dogs, but it was still pretty sweet.

February 14. 4 months old, starting month 5!! 
14 lbs, 24.5 inches. The pediatrician said he is just perfect!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Breastfeeding

[Disclaimer: Nipples and boobs are discussed. Kinda par for the course with breastfeeding]

There's been a huge push toward breastfeeding lately. It's with good reason--the health benefits of breast milk are innumerable and far-reaching and it's definitely the best thing for your baby. However, the pressure exerted on a woman to breastfeed is, in my opinion, completely unfair. Even though I had always planned to breastfeed, I still felt pressured about it and with the problems I've encountered, this pressure has made me feel that I must justify and explain myself to other mothers, health care professionals, etc why I am not nursing. Anyways, here is my breastfeeding story. I hope it might help other women who may have gone through the same thing.

They put Grayson to the breast about 20 minutes after he was born. I continued to nurse him while we were in the hospital, but it wasn't easy and G would often get very frustrated. I felt like he wasn't getting anything. The lactation consultant came in and taught me how to use a nipple shield and recommended I pump after nursing him since I apparently had flat nipples. We would use a syringe to suck up what I pumped and give it to him after he nursed the next time. The day we went home, my insurance and the company they contracted out with finally came through and my very own pump was delivered.

We returned to the Mother Baby Assessment Unit four days after G was born, and he had lost nearly a pound. While it's common for newborns to lose some weight in the first few days, they were concerned and sent us to the pediatrician for the next available appointment (Monday). They also watched me nurse him and it was determined that he wasn't getting much of anything when he was nursing. He had a weak suck, a high palette, lazy suck, all sorts of theories were thrown out. It did however explain his frustration when we nursed. I went to the breastfeeding workshop the next day, and they gave me a  syringe with a tube attached that I could put in his mouth or inside the nipple shield. I got him to eat a bit, but again, he wasn't too happy, and I was still having to do breast compressions to get him to keep sucking.  The lactation consultant was very nice and said that if we got too frustrated, we could always feed him the pumped milk in a bottle in a pinch.

We tried everything. We used the syringe, the nipple shield, the curved syringe. We put a bit of expressed milk into the shield, I did breast compressions, I stroked his cheeks to initiate the rooting reflex (I don't think he actually had that), we even stuck the tube straight into his mouth. Nothing seemed to work and he just ended up completely red in the face from screaming, and I usually ended up in tears, feeling like I was failing. We finally broke down that weekend and started feeding him expressed milk from a bottle. It was like we had a completely different baby! He ate gladly, with a bit of dribbling, and by the time we saw the pediatrician he was only a few ounces under his birthweight! By his two week appointment he had surpassed it!

We still made an appointment for a private lactation consult, but that resulted in the consultant saying that we were doing so well with pumping that if she were us, she'd stick with that. We also made an appointment with a speech pathologist (pediatrician recommended) to make sure that there would be no other problems from his having a weak suck or high palette. According to her, he had neither. And apparently, there is no such thing as nipple confusion--it's actually a preference; some babies just prefer a synthetic nipple to a real one. Apparently, G prefers the synthetic. And thus began my embarkation into the world of exclusive pumping or EPing.

There's not much out there on EPing. Even at the doctor's office, the question "Are you breastfeeding?" is a verbal and emotional minefield. Technically, he is breastfed, just from a bottle. But if you say you're bottle feeding, they assume it's with formula. And then there's the feelings of inadequacy because as a "good" mother, you're supposed to be nursing. You feel the need to explain that you've tried, very hard, but it just didn't work, and that he's still getting breastmilk. I would honestly love to nurse Grayson. It was something I was really looking forward to, actually. Unfortunately, that's not the way it's worked out for us. I tell myself that he's healthy and happy and that should be enough, but I still worry about that bond sometimes.

Pumping hasn't been easy either. First, my nipples cracked and bled. They were so sore that the nursing pads, my bra, my shirt, everything that touched them or put any pressure on them hurt. They would bleed. A few times, it actually tinged the milk red. I threw out that milk the first time before the pediatrician told me that if he were nursing, he'd be getting it anyways. Still creeps me out, but it hasn't happened that much. Then I got costalchondritis, which is an inflammation of the cartilage that attached your ribs to your sternum, but presents as breast pain. I felt like a knife was being dragged along inside my breast with each breath, but holding my breath didn't relieve the pain. James came home to find me in bed, trying to stifle sobs to keep Grayson from waking up. Tylenol only blunted the pain, but it finally went away after a few weeks. My OB put me on a low dose estrogen pill. None of his other patients had problems with it, but it cut my supply in half within 5 days, and I switched to the mini-pill which has totally messed with my body. I ate fenugreek like candy until I reeked of maple syrup (it really works!) and drank Mother's Milk tea religiously. I pumped every three hours, I did powerpumping (ten minutes on, ten minutes off for an hour or once an hour all day). I woke up in the wee hours of the morning to pump. In the first ten weeks, I had 5 bouts of clogged ducts. Looking back on this, I'm pretty sure at least 3 of them were full blown mastitis since they hurt so badly I could barely move my arm. I pumped through the pain, even massaging the clogged ducts (sometimes through tears and curses) and haven't had a bout since a very minor (6th one) over Christmas. I even had to pop a clogged duct on my nipple (milk blister) to unclog one bout with a sterilized pin. I got blisters on my nipples that the pump would pop, and they would bleed. I even got to the point where James would have to wake me up to pump what Grayson was going to eat, which meant he screamed for 15 minutes while I pumped. I've agonized (and cried) over how much (or how little) milk I was producing and panicked over the possibility of supplementing with formula (and bitched at James for suggesting it. We've never had to, thank God). I've pumped in public bathroom stalls, cold showrooms, at the front desk at work, in the car in broad daylight, in the car at night, on the floor in an empty room, and twice in airplane seats (by far the worst).

After all of this, I've finally seem to have settled into a routine. I pump 5 times a day, every four hours, starting at 6 am and have been able to drop the middle of the night session. I can even put off a session for a while if I really need to, though my breasts will get engorged, leak and be sore depending on how long it's been. My breasts are still tender sometimes and my nipples are still sore and get a blister or two, but after the initial twenty seconds of cursing under my breath, I'm fine. I also still have to do breast compressions, but I get anywhere from 10-14 oz in the morning, then usually 6 oz every session after that, though sometimes my last session of the day is a little less. I've learned how to use the pump to my best advantage--turn it up about 90% power during the let down phase, then when it's done with that, turn it down to about 75%. That plus the occasional fenugreek has helped increase my supply by about three fold. I can usually put 2 bags in the freezer every day, and have a stash of 30-40 bags in there (I'm running out of room!) along with at least 6 bags in the fridge at any given time. After some research, I discovered I have what is considered an over-abundant milk supply. It's probably why I've had problems with clogged ducts and mastitis, but I couldn't be happier--it means I have enough to feed my baby and I can probably even donate some milk when he's done drinking breastmilk. And there are great benefits: when he goes to the Infant Care Center the afternoons I work, he's still getting breastmilk. James can feed him, even in the wee hours of the morning. The same goes for grandparents, friends and sitters, even Great-Grandma Van fed him. I still wish I didn't feel as judged and feel the need to explain and justify when asked if he's being exclusively breastfed and I wish I could convince myself that pumping in public should be no different than nursing (for some reason, it is), but maybe our society will get there eventually. For now, you can find me pumping at 6, 10, 2, 6 and 10 every day.

Emmi's Tips for Better Pumping:
-Use heat, especially if you have a clogged duct. Heat encourages the milk to flow, and with a clog, it seems to loosen it. It usually took me 3 sessions with heat to unclog a clogged duct (with massage)
-Breast compressions help empty your breasts completely each time you pump. This is very important to help prevent clogged ducts
-Have a set length of time that you pump for (17 minutes for me), but if you're still expressing milk, keep going until your breasts empty
-Have a schedule, whether it's every three, four or five hours. Your body will get used to it and expect it
-If you need to bump up supply, increase how often you pump. When my supply dropped I went back to every three hours for a day, and it was back to normal again
-Drink lots of water!! When I don't keep hydrated enough, my supply drops
-Supplement with fenugreek. I was taking 2-3 tablets 4-5 times a day. (You're taking enough when you start to smell like maple syrup). Mother's Milk tea also helps, but the fenugreek is by far the most useful
-Turn the suction power up during the letdown cycle, then down after. That better mimics how an infant feeds
-Make sure you're using the right size flanges. I went from the M the pump came with to a L, and now use an XL
-Use lanolin on your nipples prior to pumping to help lubricate. It's safe for breastfeeding. I use the Medela brand since the Lansinoh brand is too thick for me
-Remember to eat. It's estimated that breastfeeding burns 20 calories per ounce, and it's got to be at least as must for pumping, so keeping up your energy is important
-Remember why you're doing it when it hurts, but if it gets to be too much don't feel bad if you have to stop! You have to take care of yourself first, or else there won't be anyone to take care of baby!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Grayson's Birth Story

Whoo! Finally getting around to writing Grayson's birth story. And it only took 3 months.

We went to bed Saturday night around 11pm after running errands all day. We were pretty beat since we'd been up late Friday night for our friends' wedding and then didn't even sleep in Saturday, opting to get stuff done instead. And good we did. James got into bed, and I laid down, but just couldn't get comfortable. I had been sick Thursday and still felt icky, plus I was really nauseous and I was having (what I thought were) Braxton-Hicks contractions. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to sleep yet, so I decided to get up and walk, get some water, then surf the web a bit.

I ended up on the bump, and they had a contraction timer. Since they had been getting a bit stronger, and seemed more frequent, I decided to time them for fun. After a few, I realized they were nowhere near regular, though they were getting stronger, and were only 3 minutes apart at most. I figured I was probably in labour, but didn't think much about it since our class had said we would probably labour at home 8-9 hours before heading to the hospital. HAH. As soon as I realized I was in labour (and had decided I wouldn't wake up James til I needed to), I all of a sudden felt like I had peed myself a little. It was surprising and disconcerting, and I hadn't had any incontinence the entire pregnancy. It was my water breaking! Like everyone says, it's nothing like the movies at all. This was around 12:45 am, and I went and woke up James, saying "I think my water broke...what should I do?" Since we'd had the false alarm before, I didn't want to end up in the hospital again if it wasn't the real thing. James did a very comical jump out of bed, wide awake immediately. He told me to call the doctor...we waited for about 45 minutes for a return call, with my contractions getting stronger and stronger. It was at the point where James was going to take me in with or without the doctor's recommendation when the doctor called back and told me I needed to go in to the hospital.

We headed to the ER, since the main hospital entrance was closed (this was around 1:20 am), and by this time my contractions were intense, though no more regular than before. I was in qite a bit of pain, but still able to walk. However, when James turned into the wrong entrance and we had to turn around and drive further, I was not a very happy camper. I got wheeled up to labour and delivery and they checked me in which seemed to taken an eternity. By the time they put us in a room, I was screaming myself hoarse with each contraction. They checked me and said I was only 2 cm dilated and that if the amniotic fluid test came back negative or I hadn't dilated to 3 cm within an hour, they'd have to send me home. I guess I gave the nurse a death stare because she hurriedly added that they'd give me painkillers. I'm sure everyone else on the floor was thrilled I was there because I was making no effort to be quiet. My nurse went to lunch right after that, and aonther came in to readjust the fetal heartrate monitor. By this point my legs were quaking (not just shaking, but quaking) between contractions. She said that was caused by the hormone that causes you to dilate. She stared at me for a few seconds and said, "I'm going to check you again because you look like you're in a lot of pain, and if you're progressing we can go ahead and get the epidural blood and paperwork started." It had only been about half an hour, but I had already reached 3.5 cm and was given the official you're in labour paperwork. We called my parents and I can just remember looking at James saying "We're not ready! We haven't vacuumed or organized the bookshelves yet! We aren't ready yet!" His response? "Well, I don't think this is going to stop at this point."

Thank God for the epidural. By the time they came in half an hour after that, I was at 5 cm and still screaming. The anesthesiologist was great, and I barely even felt the needle. I freaked out for a while after getting the epidural since the contractions still hurt, but after about 30 minutes, I finally had some relief. They tried (three times) to attach an internal fetal heartrate monitor to the baby's head, but after it fell off the third time they gave up. I also had an internal contraction monitor, and we could watch all of it on a screen next to my bed. James was thinking about going to walk the dogs since he figured we'd be there a while, but that idea went out the window when they came in to check me again about an hour and a half later and I was already at 8 cm. The nurse had just walked out of the room, when she came rushing back in with another nurse. There'd been some spike or drop in the fetal heartrate that they wanted to check. The second nurse checked me again, while my nurse said "She was just at 8 cm." The nurse looked over at her and said to me "You're fully dilated [10 cm]. Was this the girl you were going to send home?" All in all, I went from 2 to 10 cm in 5 hours, much to the shock of my nurses, who said that was very rare for a first time mom. At least that explains the intensity of the contractions.

"Wallaby" still hadn't dropped, so I was instructed to sleep and see if he'd drop any more before starting to push. I don't know how long I slept, but even though he hadn't dropped much more they decided to have me push. I pushed for an hour. It was coached pushing since I had an epidural--the nurse would monitor the contractions and tell me when to push. I would push 3 times to a count of ten during each contraction. After an hour I was told to rest/sleep again. I'm guessing I rested for about an hour or more before I pushed again. They had turned down my epidural by half and given me pitocin since my contractions were weakening. They said they wanted me to feel the urge to push (which I never did until he had already crowned, when I wasn't supposed to push). So I spent another hour pushing and was completely exhausted by the end of that hour. They had set up a mirror since they said it helped to focus the pushing, but I wasn't too pleased with that. At this point the nurse thought I might be a candidate for the vacuum extraction. She said she'd go get the doctor, but that when he came in, I had to push as hard as I could. He came in, I pushed and he agreed, though he warned me I only had one contraction (three pushes) to use the vacuum assist since it can't be used indefinitely. I was pretty sure the other option was a c-section and was getting a little scared, but was determined that this would work. And it did! With the doctor using the vacuum assist, I delivered the baby. Little Grayson Henry had arrived at 1:51 pm on Sunday, October 14!

Everything after that is a bit of a blur. I know he was toweled off and placed on m chest very quickly. James cut the cord, they gave him his vitamin K shot and eye drops, weighed and measured him and got him back on my chest for skin to skin time very quickly. While they were measuring the baby, the doctor was taking care of me. If I hadn't been so tired I think I might have punched him when he pushed on my stomach to deliver the placenta. That was probably the most painful part. He kept massaging to help the uterus start to contract back down to size and make sure all the placenta was delivered. I had a second degree tear (not bad) so he stitched me up and I was good to go. By this point, Grayson was back on my chest. He was 7 lb, 12 oz, measuring 20.5". He was an absolutely beautiful baby (though a little squished at first) and so tiny and perfect.

We spent all Sunday and Monday in the hospital before being sent home on Tuesday. My doctor came by on Monday and told me that my bloodwork had indicated that I was moving toward preeclampsia, so they probably would have induced me at my appointment Monday night. But, as he said, "Nature knows best." He had his first bath in the hospital, with James helping and Lynn was an absolute blessing, walking the dogs, bringing James breakfast, bringing us both some lunch and being so helpful. My parents arrived late Monday night and were amazing--they stayed for two weeks and took a lot of the night duty so we could sleep. It turns out Grayson couldn't (still can't) nurse, so I was pumping (pump saga finally worked out WHILE I was in labour thanks to James). But that's another post altogether. Well, it took me over 3 months, but here's his birth story! It's a bit long, but so is labour :)


Birth plan: Epidural-->Sleep-->Push-->Baby

Grayson Henry Lawrence.
Born Sunday, October 14, 2012 at 1:51 pm
7 lbs, 12 oz. 20.5 in long.

With the stuffed animal that was originally his aunt's, then his dad's
We even have a photo of this animal with his dad in his bassinet :)

Proud daddy
Tired, but happy, mommy

Daddy and a finely swaddled Grayson

Skin to skin time, and I can't get over his perfect, tiny fingers

Our go-home checklist