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Teddy’s Birth Day

Birthday Boy

Dear Teddy,

Today is the day you turn one!  Happy Birthday, little guy.  I’d like to tell you a little story about the day that you were born…

My pregnancy with you was much more difficult than with Jack.  It was relatively problem-free, only much more painful and uncomfortable.  Which probably had something to do with the fact that we not only put the house on the market in my first trimester, had an average of three showings a week through the second trimester, and moved when I was about 29 weeks pregnant, but we then we proceeded to have almost the entire interior of the house painted, we renovated the kitchen, and had several additional repairs completed throughout the inside and outside of the house.  So, it was a busy time, not to mention the fact that I had Jack to look after.  So, needless to say, I did not love being pregnant the second time around.  But I did love food… I craved all kinds of foods this time around… Texas Pete’s hot sauce, Squirt, chocolate cake, cinnamon rolls, cool whip, pretzel fish, cupcakes (lord have mercy the cupcakes), popsicle, humus and pita chips, rotisserie chicken, and chocolate milk.

I had been having contractions the entire month of October and by the last week of my pregnancy I went to bed nearly every single night almost positive that I was having the baby that night, with contractions close to ten minutes apart.  On October 29 (my due date) I dropped Jack off at preschool and went to my OB appointment.  After arriving I told the nurse that I was absolutely miserable and was planning on begging to be induced as soon as possible.  The doctor gave me my exam and told me I was still about 2 cm dilated (I had been for two weeks).  So she “lightly” stripped my membranes… which was horribly uncomfortable.  And asked me if I wanted to schedule an induction.  Yes, please!  So the nurse did everything she could to schedule me in for the following day, because my doctor was on call.  I then went home packed my bag and proceeded to have lots of contractions all night long, but nothing very regular or very painful at all.

I woke up at about 4:30am on October 30, ready and waiting for the call that was supposed to come in at 5:30am, about whether or not the hospital was ready for us to come in or if they would have us come later.  So I waited.  And waited.  And finally called them at 6am.  “Oh, yeah, didn’t they tell you… if they have a bed for you then they’ll call.  Otherwise just wait for the call.”  Ug.  So we waited.  And waited.  And at about 11:00am I laid down for a nap and E took Jack outside to play.  And the phone rang.  “Um, where have you been!  We’ve been calling and calling.”  The wrong number.  Our old number from our old house.  Why they had that number, I still don’t know.  I checked and double checked when I scheduled the induction the day before.  Anyway, so we freaked out and high-tailed it to the hospital to have the baby!

We arrived right before noon, checked in, and my doctor checked me and broke my water.  I was 4 cm dilated and pretty much in labor.  They monitored my contractions for about an hour and after an hour my contractions weren’t as regular as they would have liked them to be.  So they decided to give me a little pitocin to nudge things along.  At this point I was so hungry I could pass out, not having eaten at all that day.  So the nurse brought me some jello and an orange popsicle.  And for the record, that was the best damn popsicle I’ve ever had.  Anyway, where was I… the pitocin.  Prior to giving me the pitocin, my nurse asked me if I wanted my epidural before the pitocin or after the contractions got going.  I said after, since I was in no pain at all at the time… and why would I want an epidural if I wasn’t in any pain?  Big mistake.  BIG mistake.  I had enough time to eat a jello cup and a popsicle and by the time I started the second jello cup the contractions come on at full force, leaving the nurse scrambling to get me pumped with fluid and to get the anesthesiologist.  I was in a ridiculous amount of pain for what seemed like forever.  After the epidural was working and I was comfortable, they checked me and low and behold, I was 10 cm dilated.

But let’s back up a bit.  The contractions.  I just have to write a bit about them.  Because they were horrible.  Terrible.  Awful.  And I absolutely must get this in writing, so that when I start thinking about #3 (which I have already), I can just remind myself… and remember that epidural.  Anyway, so I’m clutching onto the side rail of the bed, and the contraction rips through me like a white light, so intense that I feel like I’m going to tear in half, I look up at E, and he’s on his crackberry (I mean Blackberry), messaging away.  He claims that he was sending an email to my mom… but he will forever be in the doghouse for that one.  I swear.  I seriously would not have survived (well, I’m sure I would have but at the time I did not feel like I would have) without my nurse.  When she was not frantically searching out the anesthesiologist, screaming down the hall, “I NEED YOU NOW!”, she was at my side.  Talking me through my breathing.  At one point I was leaning forward rolled up in a ball (probably right before the needle for the epidural was inserted) tucked into her chest.  And I seriously felt like I was all tucked up in her.  Like she enveloped me and was taking on some of this pain for me.  I know it probably sounds crazy, but it’s almost a little spiritual.   Or something like that.  It’s truly amazing, the places you go when you are in that kind of pain.  And this woman was amazing.  She had her shit together and knew exactly what she is doing.  If I have another baby, I want her there.

Ok, so where was I… oh, right 10 cm dilated!  And my doctor is nowhere to be found.  I’m not sure how long we were waiting, but it was awhile and the nurses (my favorite had to leave… shift change… and two others took over) were getting very concerned about whether she was going to make it.  And of course she did.  I started pushing and she waltzed in, all easy breezy, as usual, happy to see me and all, “let’s have a baby!”  So I pushed for about thirty minutes and at 4:17pm we  had a beautiful baby boy.  With lots of black hair.  You weighed 8 pounds and 6 ounces, (a whole pound heavier than your brother) and 20.5 inches long.

We named you Theodore Evan George.  Theodore, even though it’s one of  your brother’s middle names because I always loved the name Teddy, Evan is for my mother’s mother Evelyn and George is for your Daddy’s grandpa George, who just passed away a few weeks ago.  And I’m so glad we named you for him because as much as everyone else loved him, I did too.  From the first time I met him, he was so sweet and kind to me, he called me “kiddo” and I loved him like he was my own Grandpa.  I can’t imagine two better people to be named for.  Two people that stand out in my mind in such a positive way.

Teddy, what a crazy ride it’s been.  It was a little rocky of a start for us (well for me it was)… a spinal headache from the epidural in the hospital, a third degree tear, and some pretty ridiculous post partum depression.  But I can honestly tell you that God only gives you what you can handle.  And although it was a difficult start, my love and connection to you only strengthened through it all.  You made me stronger.  You made me calm (except for that time you had RSV) and you were exactly what I needed.  You made me want to be a better mother and a better wife and a better person.  Your differences from Jack (which are insanely different) help to balance our house perfectly.  And until you were born things just didn’t quite feel right.  What an amazing addition to our family you have been!  You are calm and sweet and only speak up when you are hungry, tired or if you have had your fill of Jack’s harassment.  You love for your brother is like nothing I’ve ever seen.  And while he gives you some serious trouble, you just keep coming back for more.  It’s so exciting to see you getting bigger (catching up with your brother) and learning to crawl then walk and interact with Jack.  It makes me so excited to see your relationship grow.  You will always have your brother and he will always have you.  I feel blessed knowing that you two have each other, a friend for life.  Never forget that.

Thank you for being born to me, my sweet boy.  You and your brother fill me up, in a way that I cannot describe.  I can’t imagine my world without you in it.  I love you so so much.  Happy Birthday Teddy!




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The Nursery

Here it is!!  We’re officially ready for baby.  Well, once I get my hair done tomorrow and we get a new guest bed for Grammy’s visit… then we’ll really be ready.  I think.

In other news… I’m 2cm dialated and feel like shit.  Woo Hoo!!  But my doctor is talking about inducing me next week.  Sooo… we’ll see.  I haven’t decided one way or another just yet.  But if I continue to feel this bad, I may have to take her up on it.

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36 weeks

36 weeks

No, not 400, just 36.  36 weeks!!  People, it is October!  29 days until my due date!  OHmygoodness this is really sinking in.  You’d think that I would have had this revelation last week, with the news I had at my doctor’s appointment.  Anywho…

I’m obviously in better spirits this week.  Although, at my appointment today, my doctor did confirm that I’m pretty much right where I was last week.  Which shouldn’t be a surprise, considering the only strenuous thing I did all week long was cough.  And I’m sure that’s all I’ll continue to do until next week around this time.  E has been begging me to hold out until next week Thursday, due to his ridiculous schedule.  So I guess that means I won’t be heading to the gym any time soon.  And you know I’d be there, if it weren’t for his request.  Right.

So, let’s see, what else is going on… I’m as big as a house and pretty damn uncomfortable pretty much all of the time.  For whatever reason though, I’m feeling pretty good today… I’m guessing it has something to do with that sticky bun/cinnamon roll, whatever the hell it was it was good, that I ate in three seconds this morning after my doctor’s appointment.

That’s about it for now.  I’m hoping to post about Jack sometime soon and I’ve got a love list I’d like to whip up as well, so stay tuned.  Oh, and the nursery!  Almost done.  As soon as we get the curtains up I’ll post some pictures.  Have a great week!

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According to my doctor, the baby is very low.  And I’m 50% effaced and 1/2 cm dialated (if that is even possible).  Woo Hoo!!  So, I realize that at this point that pretty much means nothing at all.  Besides the fact that I’ve made some progress.  Progress is good.  Although, not too much progress just yet, little buddy, we’ve got a few things to get done around here.

I’m in a much better mood today.

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OK, so is it me or have I been pregnant for way too long.  Sure, it’s actually only 34 weeks and 6 days… which truly is not even 9 months pregnant… or is 9 months pregnant when you are at your due date?  Anywho, I’ve come to the realization that I am currently in hell and must have a huge sign on the underside of my belly that says, “STARE, HARD AND LONG PEOPLE.”  Because that is all anyone who looks at me does these days.  And let me tell you it’s really starting to annoy the shit out of me.

So, why am I in hell, you ask.  Let me tell you why.  I think I could make a list…

  1. The heartburn.  Is so unbelievably ridiculous that I sometime spontaneously throw up in my mouth.  I’m NOT joking.  And anything and everything will give me heartburn.  Including an empty stomach.  And water.
  2. Oh my aching back.  Sleep is so fun.  One hour on left side, back ache on the right side.  Flip over.  One hour on right side, back ache on left side.  Stop, heeeeeeeeave ho out of bed to pee and start again!
  3. Belly ache.  So not only do I have braxton hicks if I do just about anything for too long, but my belly literally feels like it’s going to give way.  And any pants, including underpants irritate me.  The muscles actually hurt from having anything touching them.  Totally annoying.  Not to mention how sensitive my belly is if I just bump it up against the kitchen counter or if Jack does a flying leap across the room onto my belly.  Which seems to be a new game with him these days.  I flinch every time he walks by me because I never know when the kid is going to pounce on me.
  4. I just can’t describe this one in one word.  I was walking down a somewhat steep hill the other day, at Jack’s school, and all of a sudden I felt like the baby was so low that I had to walk with my legs further apart.  Not a comfortable feeling.  It comes and goes and I’m hoping it actually means that the baby is low or has dropped (or whatever), unlike at my last appointment when I told my OB that he felt like he must be really low and she said that he wasn’t.  At all.
  5. Lastly, which I’m fairly certain is not accurate, I just can’t come up with anything else right this second and I’m getting tired of sitting in this position.  Anyway, yeah, so I seem to be coming down with something.  But I refuse to admit to being “sick” because it is just so ridiculously unfair that you can even get sick at 400 months pregnant.  The main symptom… a cough.  A nice, hearty, shake your whole body, and use all of your abdominal muscles at once, coughing up a lung kind of cough.  So the belly ache in combination with the cough.  Awesome.

On a positive note, I haven’t been constipated in a whole week!  Yeah, so as you can see I’m enjoying this pregnancy tremendously, these days.  I was planning on waiting until after my doctor’s appointment tomorrow to update you all on my status, but I just couldn’t wait to get it all out of my system.

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Ok.  So we’re chugging along, getting the house in order… slowly but surely.  Although we’ve had a few hurdles over the past week or so.  Like the fact that when we moved in the half bath toilet didn’t work.  At all.  But I’m not really going to go into that because the leak in our great room ceiling is much more interesting.  And the fact that it’s completely unrelated to the 8 INCHESof rain we got the night before last is completely ridiculous.  Thank the dear Lord Baby Jesus in the manger that this house is on a hill because otherwise it would have been swept away with the way our luck has been going.  Enough about the measly rain… did you know that home warranties don’t cover pulling a toilet out.  So if water is pouring out of your downstairs ceiling right below the upstairs toilet, they intend to charge you to pull the toilet out in order to determine whether or not the toilet is contributing to the problem.  And it’s a $120 charge.  To pull it out.  And seriously any fool could do it.  In fact, that other toilet, the one not working downstairs, is not only going to be pulled out, but fixed, for $40. 

Anyway, so yeah.  That’s not all.  I woke up yesterday to a complete infestation of ants.  I opened the pantry door and a highway of ants came marching out carrying all of the food with them.  It was awesome.  I just about went into orbit because, seriously, I wake up really hungry.  And to see ants on (or near) my food in the morning (or any time of day, really) makes me want to FREAK THE HELL OUT.

Ok.  So, it’s been a bit crazy around here.  We’re gearing up for preschool to start next week and therefore trying to get Jack into some sort of sense of routine and normalness (I know it’s not a word), and believe it or not we’re off again this weekend for our last beach weekend of the summer.  Which I’d totally cancel except for the fact that I really wouldn’t mind a little break because before you know it we’re going to have to little turkeys around here.  Which reminds me.  I still haven’t even thought about the nursery yet.  AGH.  Deep breath. 

Anyway, I’ve finally got some pictures of the house.  And one of me too. 

Our new home.

Our new home.

30 weeks (taken last Wednesday)

30 weeks (taken last Wednesday)

You can get to the house pictures by clicking on New House August 2008 in the sidebar, under Albums.  Or clicking here.

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OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH.  So so so so much going on here.  Sooo…

  1. We (Jack and I) are leaving on Friday for Michigan.  Woo Hoo!!  I cannot wait to get away from this stinking heat.  Right now my outdoor thermometer is reading at 106.  No joke.  Of course that’s in the sun and probably not 100% accurate… so maybe it’s more like 101.  Gawd, it’s disgusting.
  2. Still prego.  Baby is a bouncing these days and I’ve started looking like I’ve got an alien in there at certain times of the day – somebody is stretching out in there and making himself at home.  My sciatica has eased up (in case I didn’t tell you, it was making me crazy there for a while) and I’m getting used to the contractions… which are typical Braxton Hicks.
  3. So, in other pregnancy news, I passed my glucose test (woo hoo) and am finally where I should be with my thyroid.  Which is a relief.  The thought of going into vacation on a gestational diabetes diet makes me want to cry.
  4. Oh yeah, did I tell you that we’re under contract?!  And we’ve found a house.  After a crazy couple of days last week, we have definitely found a house.  It needs some work, but it has sooo much potential.  Anyway, OH MAH LORD.  Talk about stress.  So, we get home on the 10th of August.  We close on our house on the 15th.  Then we close on the new house on the 18th (hopefully – keep your fingers crossed that this all goes accordingly).  AGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!  So.  This week is crazy, lining up movers and getting quotes on cabinets and paint and lining up the cleaning ladies, because I’m sorry, I’m just too damn pregnant to clean to the level of cleanliness that I will require to move in to the joint.  Anywho.  Yeah, it’s been crazy around here.  But wish us luck that everything goes smoothly.
  5. In other news, Jack has gone from taking three hour naps to occasionally not napping at all.  Ouch.  All I have to say is that I refuse to give up on “quiet time.”
  6. The other day I was putting sunblock on Jack so we could go out back and play in the sandbox.  He was all excited about going outside and to keep him still I let him hold the bottle of sunblock, which just about made his day for whatever reason, and he says to me, “Thank you mommy, I’m so proud of you.”

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