Posts Tagged 'labor'

baby sprout is…………………………here!

Introducing (drum roll)…..

Kellan Reece Bold

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(I have no idea where the picture posted within the post…hopefully somewhere, beginning, middle or end…I’m writing this one handed from the bed, breast pumping at the same time)

He actually came on February 19 at 6:37pm…this is just the first time I’ve had a free five minutes to even contemplate something other than Kellan – which is a good thing for sure. I’m so doing a “you know you’re a mother when” post.

Long story short, for now, anyway: Kellan was born 8 pounds, 4 ounces and 22 inches long with a head circumference of 14.25 inches.

He also came out “sunny side up” with means he came out the hard way.
My vajayjay only knows one word at this point: OUCH and why just OUCH?

Third degree tears is all I’m sayin.

Also, I made it to 7 centimeters before getting the epidural. My labor stalled, thanks to Kellan first deciding to lay transverse in my pelvis for a few hours.

I probably definitely would have died without the epi, by the way. OMG. Contractions are no joke and there is absolutely no mistaking them for anything else.

Tim was an awesome, awesome coach and we’re all doing great, minus serious sleep deprivation. Thank God for my mom, who has been here, feeding us, stocking our freezer and giving me more helpful, useful advice on being a mom than any book ever did or will.

More to come….like the full birth story that started at 1am Sunday morning and 15 hours later, ended with one and a half hours of pushing. My OB thought it would take me three hours to push him out.

Obviously, I’m an overachiever.

“stretchy to 3″ and daddy dreams

I’m actually *not* going to be pregnant forever!

It’s really coming to an end!

OMG YAY!!!!!!!!!!

If you’ve never been pregnant before, you really have no idea how much of a relief this is, knowing that you’ll actually be able to deflate your basketball belly and walk around without pain again. I mean, sure, we all know that pregnancy WILL END at some point but having an actual “if he doesn’t come by X date” eviction date instead of “whenever it happens………….”

HEAVEN.

The sprout’s final, absolute deadline to get the hell out?

February 20.

Scary thought of the day: Tim and I will be parents in TEN DAYS OR LESS.

The 20th would put me a 40 weeks, 4 days and I have zero intention of making it that far. During the OB appointment yesterday, I didn’t find out much else other than I was “stretchy to three centimeters” but still effaced the same and baby sprout was still at a -1 station.

Let me tell you, “stretchy to three centimeters” is a painful experience and after going through that, I’m really not all that keen on experiencing a membrane sweep (where they manually separate your bag of water from your cervix), though I’ll get to talk all about one if I make it to our appointment next week.

*But* the rainbow shining through the vajayjay storm?

The OB said she didn’t think I’d make it that far, to 40 weeks.

Please, dear baby Jesus, let her be right.

She also got 700 million brownie points because as she was feeling my belly to feel the sprout she was all, “No fat. All baby.”

(thank God the baby isn’t in my thighs)

After the appointment, I decided to try as many “old wives tale” cervix thinning/labor starting starting ideas I could think to do, like eating pineapple and eggplant and certain “activities” involving Tim.

And I’m doing them again, today, starting with an hour long walk.

Baby sprout, it’s time.

COME OUT!

There are a few dates we don’t want the sprout to come, one being Valentine’s Day (this date is more Tim than me) and also this Sunday, the 12th. I know it’s harsh but I really, really don’t want this baby sharing a birthday with my dad. I don’t want to give him (my dad) anything “extra” or “special” to talk about when it comes to the sprout. I feel like he doesn’t deserve it. He shouldn’t get to share a birthday with MY child.

(If you don’t already know, the relationship between my dad and I…isn’t. There is no relationship at all. Some background as to why is here, here and here)

(and God or karma will probably have the sprout born on the 12th just so I have no choice but to get over it)

Anyhow, with this date looming, the idea of sprout being born on the 12th is really starting to get to me.

Last night I had the weirdest dream about my dad.

So, my dream: I was going over to his house to get our dogs, Maddie and Lexi. Why they were even over there in the first place…no idea. So, I get there and Maddie has already thrown up and has diarrhea because he let her eat something she shouldn’t (something about a football….that’s all I remember).

I went on a tirade about them not eating any “people food” EVER and decided I was taking them home.

He got all irritated like I wasn’t allowed to take them and I was saying I didn’t care and there was this woman there and he turned to her and asked if she was also a lawyer (no idea what “else” she was…).

I guess he was going to try and scare me into being….what? Sued? I have no idea. They’re my dogs?….

So I kept going off about how he had no clue how to care for them and they hadn’t had any exercise, yada yada yada.

I stormed out, started getting the car ready and then he comes out with the dogs, my two youngest brothers and the woman to walk them (the dogs).

I stood there, outraged he’d even attempt this and was screaming how he didn’t even know how far they actually needed to walk while he just went down the street, grinning the whole time like, “I’ll show YOU.”

I turned to the woman all, “Seriously, they need to be walked AT LEAST three to five miles”

Then I woke up.

Go ahead, dream interpreters.

FIELD. DAY.

(and to everyone else: SEND BABY/GO INTO LABOR JUJU!)


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