Welll..............no one told me about the first week of being a new mommy with a new born..ugh. Don't get me wrong I love the crap out of that little girl. She is the light of my life. It's me that I am having to deal with. I didn't know about the waking up to cold sweats, the whirlwind of emotions, the crying about silly things, walking on pins and needles, and constantly asking myself "is that normal?" "should she be doing that?" etc....it's never ending. Each day that has gone by I feel better. But, I am still not myself.
She is doing pretty well throughout the night. I finally opted to the paci yesterday, we decided that she needed something to pacify because she was always acting hungry. She took to it right away. Her feedings are going well. When she feeds she farts like a man...it's hilarious. Paul has been wonderful. He helps with everything, he knew how to swaddle and change diapers before I did because I was unable to walk for so long. He's an excellent swaddler. I still need practice....
She hates being changed and dressed. She loves to sleep on your chest skin to skin. When you try to burp her she falls asleep. She smells like flowers!! Really she does. I don't understand it. She gets the hiccups all of the time just like she did in my womb. When she nurses she kneads and grabs her face. She's perfect! And she's not ugly! I was so afraid of having an ugly baby.
We had our first doctor's appointment today. She is now up to 9lbs 5oz. We no longer have to time between her feedings. :) After the doctor she had her first public outing at Baris Italian restaurant. She did so well.
Monday, March 18, 2013
She's here!!! She's here!! Who would of thought she would ever come. She came Monday March 11th at 3:09 am 3 hours after Paul's bday.....My last day of work was the 7th. After the 7th it was just a waiting game. Then the 10th rolled around (Paul's Bday) I woke up on the 10th just not feeling myself. I was having stronger contractions then usual. Paul's mom came to visit for Paul's bday (so she says ;) ) The contractions got stronger and shorter intervals throughout the day. I did squats in the neighborhood on the curb, I did squats in the house. We went to the grocery store trying to act like it was a normal day. We got home made dinner, I made a bday cake for Paul for his birthday.
After dinner Kathy went home. I told her that I thought she should stay because by the time she gets to Houston she will have to turn around again because I knew something was up. She said that if she didn't drive back to Houston that nothing would happen. When she left the neighbors Kent and Sharon came over to have birthday cake. By then I was now timing my contractions. They were about 5 minutes apart and getting significantly closer. I went to the restroom and realized I was losing my mucus plug. Sharon thought we should head to the hospital. I didn't want to go just yet, because I didn't want them to send me back home. So I waited a little while longer. Melinda our other neighbor also a paramedic came over asked me a few questions and thought we should head to the hospital. So Paul and I went in that direction.
On the way to the entrance of the hospital my water broke. It wasn't a lot. We checked in the nurse told me I was dilated at a 3, my water had broke, and I was about 70% effaced. Which meant I was able to stay. :) Paul called his mom to tell her we were staying. She was at Giddings at that time. She drove all the way back to Houston picked up Joey and drove back to Austin. :)
They prepped me for the delivery room hooked me up to all of these machines, told me to get some rest. lol.....yea right. I did my best. During the "resting time" the lady next door was having a baby without an epidural, or pain medications. She was screaming and crying it was so loud that I started crying a freaking out. To only find out she didn't have an epidural. Thank goodness!!
The nurses came in and out to check on me to see if I had dilated anymore. They had already given me an epidural. One particular time all of the nurses came running in and quickly told me to turn over and get on all fours with my butt up in the air and my head down. Freaking out I obeyed them. They told me that I was changing positions because the baby wasn't liking how I was laying, her blood pressure was dropping. They did this a few times. That was hella scary.
Finally the doctor came in and looked at my contractions and said that I needed a C-section because the contractions were stressing the baby out and making her blood pressure lower significantly. By then I was at a 7. Everything was progressing ok but the baby wasn't liking the contractions for some reason. I was ok with a c-section. Everyone that I had talked to had said they didn't mind the c-section. So I said sure....lets do this!
They prepped me for a c-section. I think it was the Demerol that started making me shake uncontrollably. I HATED IT! I couldn't stop. They took me to another room for surgery. The doctor said that it would take about 15 minutes before we got to meet Myka. The C-section part was awful. You couldn't feel anything sharp, all you could feel was snipping, tugging, etc....It seemed like it took forever. I think it took them a total of 30 minutes to pull her out, and sew me back up. When they pulled her out I felt an instant relief. I heard them say that the cord was wrapped around her neck one time. But I heard her cry so I was ok. At that point I honestly didn't care that they had pulled her out, I was more worried about them getting me back together again. It was the weirdest, most horrific feeling in the world. I could hear Paul say "Myka, Myyykkka." They weighed her at 9lbs 2oz! I couldn't believe it!!! They bundled her up and showed her to me. She was so sweet looking. I remember saying out loud I can't wrap my mind around the fact I was now a mom. So many thoughts were going through my head. I kept asking the doctor how much longer....how much longer. I hated the whole process.
They took me to a recovery room so I could get rid of the shakes, they gave me morphine I believe to help with the shakes. The lactation consultant brought me Myka, I got to nurse her for the 1st time. I was still in shock. My mom and dad, Joey, Kathy and Paul all came in to see me.
Finally they took me to a more comfortable recovery room where Paul and I stayed for 4 long days. Day 2 of recovering from a C-section I honestly thought I was going to die. Each day got better. When they took the dressings off my incision they wanted me to walk around the hospital. I cried the whole time. But, thank God I did. I think the incision got better each time I went walking. The nights at the hospital were the worse. I was getting surges of hormones that kept me up. Each time I would close my eyes thoughts would go through my head 10000 miles an hour, I would have terror dreams of the C-section.
Myka did really well at the hospital. The staff was so sweet and helpful, they loved on her and on me...lol. I needed lots of love and attention. :) We ended up leaving the hospital on the 14th to come home to start our sweet family.
After dinner Kathy went home. I told her that I thought she should stay because by the time she gets to Houston she will have to turn around again because I knew something was up. She said that if she didn't drive back to Houston that nothing would happen. When she left the neighbors Kent and Sharon came over to have birthday cake. By then I was now timing my contractions. They were about 5 minutes apart and getting significantly closer. I went to the restroom and realized I was losing my mucus plug. Sharon thought we should head to the hospital. I didn't want to go just yet, because I didn't want them to send me back home. So I waited a little while longer. Melinda our other neighbor also a paramedic came over asked me a few questions and thought we should head to the hospital. So Paul and I went in that direction.
On the way to the entrance of the hospital my water broke. It wasn't a lot. We checked in the nurse told me I was dilated at a 3, my water had broke, and I was about 70% effaced. Which meant I was able to stay. :) Paul called his mom to tell her we were staying. She was at Giddings at that time. She drove all the way back to Houston picked up Joey and drove back to Austin. :)
They prepped me for the delivery room hooked me up to all of these machines, told me to get some rest. lol.....yea right. I did my best. During the "resting time" the lady next door was having a baby without an epidural, or pain medications. She was screaming and crying it was so loud that I started crying a freaking out. To only find out she didn't have an epidural. Thank goodness!!
The nurses came in and out to check on me to see if I had dilated anymore. They had already given me an epidural. One particular time all of the nurses came running in and quickly told me to turn over and get on all fours with my butt up in the air and my head down. Freaking out I obeyed them. They told me that I was changing positions because the baby wasn't liking how I was laying, her blood pressure was dropping. They did this a few times. That was hella scary.
Finally the doctor came in and looked at my contractions and said that I needed a C-section because the contractions were stressing the baby out and making her blood pressure lower significantly. By then I was at a 7. Everything was progressing ok but the baby wasn't liking the contractions for some reason. I was ok with a c-section. Everyone that I had talked to had said they didn't mind the c-section. So I said sure....lets do this!
They prepped me for a c-section. I think it was the Demerol that started making me shake uncontrollably. I HATED IT! I couldn't stop. They took me to another room for surgery. The doctor said that it would take about 15 minutes before we got to meet Myka. The C-section part was awful. You couldn't feel anything sharp, all you could feel was snipping, tugging, etc....It seemed like it took forever. I think it took them a total of 30 minutes to pull her out, and sew me back up. When they pulled her out I felt an instant relief. I heard them say that the cord was wrapped around her neck one time. But I heard her cry so I was ok. At that point I honestly didn't care that they had pulled her out, I was more worried about them getting me back together again. It was the weirdest, most horrific feeling in the world. I could hear Paul say "Myka, Myyykkka." They weighed her at 9lbs 2oz! I couldn't believe it!!! They bundled her up and showed her to me. She was so sweet looking. I remember saying out loud I can't wrap my mind around the fact I was now a mom. So many thoughts were going through my head. I kept asking the doctor how much longer....how much longer. I hated the whole process.
They took me to a recovery room so I could get rid of the shakes, they gave me morphine I believe to help with the shakes. The lactation consultant brought me Myka, I got to nurse her for the 1st time. I was still in shock. My mom and dad, Joey, Kathy and Paul all came in to see me.
Finally they took me to a more comfortable recovery room where Paul and I stayed for 4 long days. Day 2 of recovering from a C-section I honestly thought I was going to die. Each day got better. When they took the dressings off my incision they wanted me to walk around the hospital. I cried the whole time. But, thank God I did. I think the incision got better each time I went walking. The nights at the hospital were the worse. I was getting surges of hormones that kept me up. Each time I would close my eyes thoughts would go through my head 10000 miles an hour, I would have terror dreams of the C-section.
Myka did really well at the hospital. The staff was so sweet and helpful, they loved on her and on me...lol. I needed lots of love and attention. :) We ended up leaving the hospital on the 14th to come home to start our sweet family.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
39 weeks
I am FREAKING OUT about labor. I won't lie I have cried a few times. I am sooo scared. I am unable to sleep at night because I am terrified that my water will break in the middle of the night. AHHHH!! It's just too much. It's all a waiting game now....I have been cleaning and organizing like crazy. I had 2 sweet co-workers and friends that helped me organize and clean my classroom. It took a huge stress off of my shoulders. I can leave work now feeling SOMEWHAT prepared. I am still not where I should be.
I have been having a lot of contractions nothing consistant though. My groin still feels like it MIGHT just fall off. Crazy stuff has been coming out of my nipples..ugh. When she moves around there is nothing tiny about it. My whole entire stomach looks like a tidal wave. Poor girl doesn't have much more room. I keep telling her that I promise things look much better outside of the womb then inside. I don't know about her but I am done sharing my body. :)
I pre-registared for the hospital today!!
The picture of me holding the 39 week sign is awful!! I look HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEE!!!
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