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It’s been a while since I wrote…and I figure it’ll be that way for a while now. I’m going to try to post in order so I don’t get messed up. But again, this is going to be a slow process. Lack of sleep, you understand.

Greyson was a rather ‘husky’ little boy. He was a surprise in size for everybody…including the OBGYN.

Stats:

Oct. 17, 2008, 8:40pm
10 lb 1 oz.
21.5″ long

Oh, btw, he is SO amazing! I’m being totally unbiased here. You can tell he is! 🙂

My friend, Jello, asked me to tell her when I KNEW I was ‘in love’. I think it took me 3 days. The first two days I was so out of sorts from the medication and all. But it just happened. All those things you hear…”You’ll understand when you are a mother.” and all…I UNDERSTAND now. I can’t think of anything I won’t do for this little boy.
I would be a lot more polished in my speech but so tired…just getting this out is saying something.

Delivery Day:

Went in 5:30am, admitted. Started Pitocin. Not much happened. To be honest, the contractions weren’t bad. (but I must admit, I probably have a higher pain tolerance than average) The doctor and nurses kept asking did I want the epidural. But I didn’t think I needed it until right before I had to push in the evening…5pm or so.
I actually had a ‘full house’ in the delivery room with my sister, Donna, Nelle, my mother, and B all there to cheer me on. After a certain point, I really didn’t care who saw what. 🙂

I started to push in earnest for 3 hours…that was so tiring. Dr. Limosnero said his head was starting to swell and was no lower. We might want to consider a C-section…I’ve done everything I could. He just didn’t seem to want to come out that way.

So the room was clear. I was wheeled into the OR with B. They upped the meds through the epidural. The normal cutting, etc. So I finally feel a little tug…then more…than much more forcefully. And pain. I must have wimpered because he put more meds in me. More tugging that felt like my insides were being pulled out.

I felt B get tense next to me. But I do remember asking him, “Did you take a picture?”
I didn’t find out until later that B wasn’t even given the option to cut the cord because Greyson wasn’t breathing for a bit from the stress of the delivery. He was so large that the normal cut for the C-section wasn’t large enough for him. After trying to tug him out, they had to cut into the muscle of my stomach crossway to make enough room to get him out.

After this, everything was wrapped in cotton in my head. Don’t remember who was there…what they said. Even when they put Greyson next to me, I don’t remember much of it. I couldn’t hold him in my arms as the medication gave me no control.

Next day was much the same…fuzziness. People coming in almost every hour to check up on me, my incision, and my stats.

Ren & JoAnn came to visit…but I probably didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Take pictures. Bye, bye.

Doctor comes in to check on me the next day. My body, face, etc. are swollen. She says that’s normal. Okay. She gives the ‘ok’ to leave so we go home later that day.

My parents and sister had cleaned the house and decorated the livingroom and bedroom with balloons, signs, streamers, and a huge bucket of pink roses. That was so sweet of them. Since my milk hadn’t come in, they were able to feed him with formula while I took a nap.

Later that day, we had sushi. A LOT of sushi. I bet we had a few hundred dollars worth. Thanks Dad! 🙂

A few days later, my dad and sister left to go back to their respective places. Mom stayed on to help me. (As a friend said, Moms are angels on earth. How true.)

BTW, I am still swollen…and getting bigger. I can’t bend my ankles so I waddle when I walk. I also learned why really large people walk this way…the ankles! By Thursday, my MIL is telling me I HAVE to go see the doctor. I emailed the nurse at school with pictures. She says I HAVE to go see the doctor. So I go see the doctor on Friday.

Apparently, when she said I’d be swollen, she didn’t mean what she saw. (which I didn’t think was much different than what she saw me look like two days after delivery.) She put me on 5 days of Lasix.
Pre-delivery, I weighed 148. That Friday, in her office, I weighed 147. That’s how bloated I was.
Monday, I was down 15 pounds. So now back to normal with the bloats gone. My waist is 29 inches and all soft and jiggly 2 weeks after delivery. (When will that tighten up?)

BTW, the stomach looks awful! It’s dark looking with crepey textured skin. The linea negre is not going away. There’s an extra pouch of ridge right above the incision mark. However, the incision mark is great. She did a great job with that.

It’s going to be a slow process. But at least I can get back into my normal ‘fat’ jeans. Now to get back into my regular clothes.

But it’s all worth it for our amazing little boy. He’s so adorable and cute…and gaseous like his daddy.
Will have to post pictures later.

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1. Every time you call someone, you have to preface it by saying “No, no! I’m not calling to tell you I’m in labor!”

2. The last month will kick your butt! I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my life.

3. The last week or two before you deliver, you are constantly checking your underwear for something odd…or sometimes the toilet. And is it only me? But every time I do #2 (TMI?) I worry I might start delivering. I know it’s not possible…but still….

4. I’ve come to the conclusion that anyone who’s every made an alien/horror movie where something inside the body comes bursting forth HAD to have seen a pregnant woman’s stomach. That rumbling around…odd body parts poking here and there…it’s not that far of a leap to it bursting forth.

5. You learn new words…like “effacing” (does NOT mean the baby is ‘facing’ you, I learned), and “bloody show”…muscus plug (which is as gross as it sounds).

6. You are amazed at what people will tell you about their bodies when you are pregnant…or rather when you are right about to give birth.  Of course you’re telling them about YOUR hemorrhoid, flatulence, enema, etc. so it’s really only fair. Basically, nothing is considered TMI at this point in your life.

7. All sense of privacy is thrown out the window pretty early on. I’ve had so many people poke & prod me, I don’t think twice about taking off my clothes in front of people at my exams. “Oh wait! I’ll leave to give you privacy.”  Why? You’re about to see things not even my husband has seen…or wants to see.

8. Your ability to recognize spatial difference goes out the window the last month of pregnancy. At least it did for me. I went from a relatively small size…or not showing much throughout my pregnancy…to BAM the last month, I GREW like you wouldn’t believe! So that space between the chairs in a restaurant you could squeeze through before? Nope, you can’t anymore. You’re libeled to hit one or the other guy…or both…in the head with your enormous belly. And when you turn sideways to get through a tight squeeze…you’re actually BIGGER in that direction.

9.  Another thing that goes out the window? Grooming. After a certain point, you don’t worry that you haven’t shaved your legs in a couple of month. You really can’t reach your legs without looking like a weird contortionist anyway. And ‘down below’? Ha! I haven’t see that area in more months than I can count!
Besides, do you really want to surprise your OBGYN during the delivery? “Oh, that’s new.  Is that a ducky shape or a teddy bear?” (although, going off on a tangent: women who regularly get Brazilian wax jobs might be able to take the pains of childbirth better than women who don’t, don’t you think?)

10. I’m keeping open because I still have a few more days to go. 🙂

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I’m running out of steam…missed last week because I just didn’t want.
The first trimester, you are exhausted. Second trimester is fine.
This last month has been really kicking my donkey. It’s a good thing I’ve been put on bed rest for the past 2 weeks.
It isn’t as bad as one would think. I have the phone and laptop. I can’t imagine what this would have been like without those two.
A few more weeks to go!

(This was posted a week + later than when I took the picture…just didn’t want to mess with the uploading.)

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As I said, I’m on bed rest now. It’s only the second day so it’s not so bad. I’ve gotten a lot of things done on the phone or by email. (Yes, I was a wee bit annoyed with the people on the other end…but that’s neither here or there.)
I think my belly looks lower now. (the picture was taken a couple of days ago…just now got it downloaded.)
It is truly amazing how your skin can stretch to accommodate the baby. Just when I think there’s no way…it grows again.
I can’t wait to meet him…in a month. Want him to ‘bake’ a little bit more.
I wonder what he will look like? What his personality will be? Will he be always cold like his momma? Or always hot like Daddy? Will he be an artist like my family/relatives? Will he be good with his hands like his daddy’s side?
I think I wonder more and more about this now that the time is drawing closer to the due date.
I can’t wait!

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I was at the doctor’s yesterday. While waiting to be examined, I picked up a book about breastfeeding. As I plan on breastfeeding Noodles, figured I need to bone up on some facts.
The chapter that caught my eyes was about ‘toughening up your nipples’. Hm. How could you NOT stop and read that?

If you aren’t a wet nurse with years of experience, I’m willing to bet you haven’t had someone or something latched onto your nipples for an extended period of time. (If you have, I don’t want to hear it…unless it’s a really interesting story!  ) Hence the need for ‘toughening’ them.

Some suggestions given:
1. When appropriate, walk around the house/apartment topless. Let the air/wind gently toughen them up. However, if you have ‘blossomed’ magnificently, your worries about not having support and stretchmarks might outweigh the gentlest toughening.
2. Same as #1…just a little more modest: Walk around with a shirt on…but no bra. Idea is to have your nipples rub up against something. Again, if you have droopage issues, skip this one.
3. Wear a T-shirt and a bra…but with a small hole cut out for the nipples. (although I’d think if you could wear the bra but have ‘them’ peek over the top, you’d get the same effect) Very doable. However, you are left with a bra (or multiple bra) with two holes cut out in the front. Try explaining that to your friends!
4. The most direct method: while you are watching TV or don’t have much to do with your hands, play with them. Well, it’s actually not quite ‘play’. It’s more like twist, pluck, rub, pinch, etc. As erotic as that sounds, it stops being fun after the first 10 seconds. (Yes, I have first hand knowledge…no pun intended.) At least if you are doing it right. You’re supposed to do this for 10 minutes or so. I couldn’t even do 10 seconds the next day because of the soreness.
Some of you are thinking, “Why don’t you let your partner do that for you?” Good suggestion…except, again, if he’s doing it right, after 10 seconds, you feel like a shortwave radio. And he’s trying to find that station he lost and can’t quite seem to zero in on it. Not romantic at all when you keep asking, “Are you done yet? Now? How about now? I’m sore!”

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Week 33- Belly Picture

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I totally missed last week’s belly picture. It was my first week back to work with the kids. I was SO tired.
I’m really starting to look and feel pregnant now. The stomach is stretching out more and more. As of right now, I don’t have stretch marks. But I told that to a friend. She said, “Yeah me, too…until the last two weeks of the pregnancy. THEN I got them.” So I am not counting my chickens just yet.
The most annoying part is that I am constantly hungry AND full at the same time. Noodles take up so much room…but I have the pangs of hunger. When I do eat…and eat one too many bites, I am SO uncomfortable for hours. It actually hurts.
Speaking of hurting, we have a soccer player. Fortunately his head is down below, but he’s constantly kicking my ribs…almost like he’s trying to get footing there to move around. I do enjoy watching him turn. It’s fascinating and completely weird at the same time.
Oh, btw, have been having Braxton Hicks contractions for about a month now. Normal…but for a few days I was having them one on top of the other.
And the swelling. I have Vienna sausages for toes! AND I can leave indentation marks on the top of my foot! Very sexy. Not!

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I have about 2 and a half more months left.
I don’t know if I mentioned this before…but one doctor said I am one week ahead of what the first doctor said I would be due. So I might actually be 30 weeks today. But to keep it uniform, I’ll title my belly pictures by the original time line.

I’m getting more and more uncomfortable as the pregnancy progress.
If I am either laying on my back…or sprawled out on the couch, I can’t seem to breathe very well.
I still get heartburn to end all heartburns. (I lean over to pick up something, I get heartburn!)

AND right now in Dallas, we are the hottest place in the States other than the Mojave Desert. Yeah us.

I am SO ready for this pregnancy to be over.

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