I think I have already forgotten some of the details of the big day but I am going to try to remember the best that I can. Something about pushing a baby out makes you forget a few things.
Chris and I got to the hospital at 6 am for my induction. They had me fill out all my paperwork and got me hooked up to all the machines and then it was time for the nurses shift change so we got a little delayed. Our nurse, Anita, arrived and a resident inserted a prostaglandin gel called prepadyl to start dilation. It burned like icy hot and started some contractions immediately. I was in a little pain but nothing unbearable. Lea Ann. Mom and Dad got to the hospital around 7:30 and prepared for the day of waiting. One of the residents checked my cervix and it was only a 3 but Dr. Martin asked them to go ahead and try to break my water. Two residents tried and decided that it was still too high and they were not comfortable breaking the water. Dr. Martin came to the hospital and did it herself. Boy, was that a strange feeling. When Connor was born I had already had an epidural at that point and didn't feel it so this was a new experience for me. Nurse Anita started the pitocin and Dr. Martin told me I was free to get an epidural at any time.
In comes the anesthesiologist. Woohoo! Except there was on spot on my right hip/ovarian area that was not numb. I was feeling the contractions on that area fairly strongly so they came back and gave me a little top off. Gone was the pain but on came the pressure. The nurse checked my cervix again and it was still only a 5. Boo! About that time, Charlie's heart rate began to drop and they made me turn on my side and take oxygen. The same thing happened with Connor but it still freaked me out. The pressure was getting very intense so I asked to be checked again. Only a 7. This made me cry because I didn't think I could take the pressure while I waited to get fully dilated. I was crying and complaining so Nurse Anita called Dr. Martin to come check things out. When she arrived she said I was ready to go. I went from 7 cm to 10cm in about 15 minutes. I could feel Charlie's head come down with every contraction and raise back up when it was over.
The nurses got the room ready for delivery and I started pushing. Chris decided to watch this time and was very excited as things were going along. I pushed 6 times and on the 7th push Dr. Martin was able to get her finger under Charlie's armpit. He was out on the 8th push. 8 pounds 9 ounces and 21 inches long. He was perfect!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Unconditional Love Redefined
Well, still no Charles. I thought it was going to happen today but no such luck. I started having slight contractions this morning and they have lasted all day. They would get closer together and give me high hopes then BOOM! Completely stopped. Needless to say I was in a pretty pissy mood today. I was trying to hold it together the best that I could because Connor gets a little freaked out when I get irritated. He is like a dog...can definitely sense fear.
Since I was not feeling well he OF COURSE had to put up a fight for everything this afternoon. It was time to get ready for swimming lessons and little man decided he needed to poo. Potty training has really given me a new definition of unconditional love. There is no other person in the world (I mean NO person) for whom I would sit on the floor in front of the toilet and let them rest their head on my shoulder while they pooped. Success! M&M's distributed, swim attire in place and sunscreen applied we headed off to swimming lessons. The teacher was running late and the other kids were playing on the step of the pool so I let Connor get in too while we waited. He decided he was going to hold on to the side and inch his way off the step. Then the little fearless man pushed off the side with his feet and started sinking about four feet away from the side. When he started flapping his arms up and down my instinct kicked in and I jumped into the pool to pool him out. Yes, I jumped into the pool 39 weeks pregnant wearing a sundress, flip flops and sunglasses. Surprisingly Connor was not scared and started yelling, "Thank you mommy for saving me!"
I sat in the sun to try to dry off but since the teacher arrived late all of the kids and parents for the next class arrived wondering why I was dripping wet in street clothes. Then I hear the Spanish accent from the teacher say, "Connor, did you poop?" Sure enough...poo in the pool. That was the last straw for me. Double embarrassment plus too much adrenaline and hormones equals the end of swimming lessons for the day.
I am still trying to figure out what kind of test God is giving me with this mess. I mean, I hope he has decided that I am worthy of another child because it's a little late for that now!
Since I was not feeling well he OF COURSE had to put up a fight for everything this afternoon. It was time to get ready for swimming lessons and little man decided he needed to poo. Potty training has really given me a new definition of unconditional love. There is no other person in the world (I mean NO person) for whom I would sit on the floor in front of the toilet and let them rest their head on my shoulder while they pooped. Success! M&M's distributed, swim attire in place and sunscreen applied we headed off to swimming lessons. The teacher was running late and the other kids were playing on the step of the pool so I let Connor get in too while we waited. He decided he was going to hold on to the side and inch his way off the step. Then the little fearless man pushed off the side with his feet and started sinking about four feet away from the side. When he started flapping his arms up and down my instinct kicked in and I jumped into the pool to pool him out. Yes, I jumped into the pool 39 weeks pregnant wearing a sundress, flip flops and sunglasses. Surprisingly Connor was not scared and started yelling, "Thank you mommy for saving me!"
I sat in the sun to try to dry off but since the teacher arrived late all of the kids and parents for the next class arrived wondering why I was dripping wet in street clothes. Then I hear the Spanish accent from the teacher say, "Connor, did you poop?" Sure enough...poo in the pool. That was the last straw for me. Double embarrassment plus too much adrenaline and hormones equals the end of swimming lessons for the day.
I am still trying to figure out what kind of test God is giving me with this mess. I mean, I hope he has decided that I am worthy of another child because it's a little late for that now!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tonight's Pregnancy Menu
Tonight's menu of aches and pains:
Sciatica served on a bed of dislocated hip
Pinched neck nerve served with a side of shooting pain down the arm finished with a clenched hand
Fresh lower abdominal stretch mark with a cherry red glaze
Hmm...I think I'll have the pinched neck nerve. No...why not try all three.
Sciatica served on a bed of dislocated hip
Pinched neck nerve served with a side of shooting pain down the arm finished with a clenched hand
Fresh lower abdominal stretch mark with a cherry red glaze
Hmm...I think I'll have the pinched neck nerve. No...why not try all three.
Why don't you just stick a knife in my heart?
Children can make you melt with pride and feel like you have been given the biggest gift in the world. They can also crush you and make you feel like the worst person who ever lived.
As we all know, I don't always have the cleanest mouth. I have really been trying to watch the things that I say and to limit my cussing to extreme situations only (ex. someone cutting me off on the highway or dropping a glass on the kitchen floor etc.) The problem is that my little man picks up EVERYTHING I say.
Chris got home from work today and told Connor that he had gotten a new Thomas DVD in the mail. Connor responded with an emphatic, "Oh My God!" This is certainly not the worst thing for him to say, I mean he didn't say "You are shitting me!" or anything like that but nonetheless this is not something that we want him to say. Chris got mad at him and told him not to say that anymore. Then he asked him where he learned those words and Connor stuck out his bottom lip and said as clear as day, "I learned it from mommy's words." Crush. Stab. Smack. It was one of the saddest moments I have had as a parent. We are talking up there with the time he fell off the couch when he was two months old and when I accidentally let him choke.
Let's see if it was enough to make me stop the bad language all together.
As we all know, I don't always have the cleanest mouth. I have really been trying to watch the things that I say and to limit my cussing to extreme situations only (ex. someone cutting me off on the highway or dropping a glass on the kitchen floor etc.) The problem is that my little man picks up EVERYTHING I say.
Chris got home from work today and told Connor that he had gotten a new Thomas DVD in the mail. Connor responded with an emphatic, "Oh My God!" This is certainly not the worst thing for him to say, I mean he didn't say "You are shitting me!" or anything like that but nonetheless this is not something that we want him to say. Chris got mad at him and told him not to say that anymore. Then he asked him where he learned those words and Connor stuck out his bottom lip and said as clear as day, "I learned it from mommy's words." Crush. Stab. Smack. It was one of the saddest moments I have had as a parent. We are talking up there with the time he fell off the couch when he was two months old and when I accidentally let him choke.
Let's see if it was enough to make me stop the bad language all together.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Proudest Moment
It was a big day at the Bass house! It was the first day of REAL swimming lessons. I was very nervous about Connor freaking out about it but did wonderfully! He did not cry one single tear. He got right in the pool and kept his cool while two of the other kids were losing their minds. He followed all the directions and put his face under water without hesitating. When the class was over he did not want to get out of the pool and asked when he could come back. Despite his successful swimming lessons, my most proud moment of the day was when Connor pooped in the big boy potty!! Woohoo!
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