Welcome to your lodge!
Welcome to your lodge!
Yay, welcome to your lodge!!
Congrats & welcome!
Welcome to your lodge! Time sure is flying!
Welcome to your lodge!!
Welcome to your lodge!
Wow, I have a lodge! How exciting!! :-)
Okay, well I will just give a brief introduction now and then write more later today when the kiddos are having nap/quiet time.
DH (Daniel) and I met in the summer of 2001. We were both volunteering at a camp in the upper pennisula of Michigan for the summer. I was on Recreation Crew and he was working in the kitchen. It was his first summer in the United States (he was born and raised in Romania). In fact, the camp actually paid for his ticket to come. He then "misplaced/lost" his return ticket home. ;) We really only met each other at the camp the last two weeks I was there. We were on opposite sides of the camp, so up until that point we never really had much contact with each other. I can honestly say that for me when I first talked with him it was as much "love at first sight" as it can be. I was literally out of breath when I tried to talk with him the first few times. Our friendship developed quite quickly over those two weeks and by the time I left camp at the end of the summer I had a great picture of the two of of kissing as a reminder of the great summer I had had. We then proceeded to go our seperate ways. I was going to school in La Crosse WI and he went out to California to visit his brother who was living there. We gave each other our e-mail addresses and said we would keep in touch. Honestly, I didn't know whether or not we would or not.
Anyway, long story short... we kept in touch over e-mail and phone. We went on 3 "in person dates" that were basically long weekends spent together, and then we were married in June of 2002 just about 10 months after we had first met! We then decided to start our lives together in Michigan. He knew some people in various parts of MI, and it was somewhat close to my family who was living in Minnesota and Indiana. So, we settled down here in MI (by down here I mean the lower part of MI)and have been here ever since.
I'll post a few pics now and then write about the "baby stage" of our lives later today.
This was Easter of 2006. I'm too lazy to load new pics of DH and I into photobucket right now... maybe later this afternoon!
Here are a couple pics of us taken in Romania when we went to visit in the spring of 2005
Onto the baby stage...
We decided to start ttc in January of 2003. When August rolled around and I still wasn't pregnant, I asked my OB about it at a routine yearly exam. We did some very basic initial testing and found out that my DH has borderline low sperm count and low motility (30%). We talked with a specialist in November and he said based on those results we had a 10% chance of conceiving naturally in a 2 year time frame (gotta love specialists!!). He of course then recommended that we consider having DH do a surgery to "fix" his varicocele which was likely the cause of our "problem." Well, I guess we beat the odds, we found out we were pregnant in early December. We were due in August of 2004. The pregnancy went well. I had moderate morning sickness and was fairly tired in the first trimester, but nothing too terrible. The rest of the pregnancy went well with no complications.
Birth story #1
I was due to have my first baby (a girl) on August 12th 2004. I went to my 39 week appointment on the 4th of August and had my first internal exam and my OB told me I was about 70% effaced and 2 centimeters dialated. I began to lose my mucus plug later that day. My DH and I took a long walk that night. The next day more mucus plug, more walking and sex. The following day, August 6th, I began having contractions around 2:00 in the afternoon (the first contractions I had felt the entire pregnancy). They started out at about 7 minutes apart for the first hour, and then went to 5 minutes apart. My DH came home from work at about 4 and we went for a walk. They continued to be 5 minutes apart until about 5:30 and then they were down to 3 minutes apart. Still, they were not very long in length, only about 25-30 seconds long. Also, I could easily walk and talk through them. However, I called the hospital to see what they wanted me to do. They said to stay home and either walk or take a bath and see what happened. They wanted them to get longer in length. At 7:30 they were still 3 minutes apart and not overly long, but we decided to head to the hospital. We got to the hospital just before 8 and I was checked in. I was still only about 2 centimeters dialated and 70% effaced. They of course had me lay flat on my back and hooked me up to monitors. Luckily my hospital has nothing against drinking while in labor and they gave me a large glass of apple juice to have while I laid there. I was monitored for an hour and the contractions continued at 3 minutes apart. By this time they were getting a bit more uncomfortable (probably because I was flat on my back), but nothing I couldn't deal with. After the hour was up I was told to go walk in the halls because they were still not sure I was in active labor because my contrations were not very long in length. Well, all it took was about 2 laps around in the hall and suddenly I was in PAIN!!! Now that I was actually in an upright position it took no time at all for things to get going. I was completely unprepared and started screaming through the contractions. They checked me and now I was at 5 centimeters. They asked me how I had planned to manage the pain. I told them that at that point I wanted the epidural. Well Mr. Epidural man was busy, so they had me get into the tub and also gave me an IV of fluids. The tub made things SO MUCH BETTER, but of course I had already asked for the epidural, so when he finally did show up (about 40 minutes later) I went ahead and got it. They also broke my water after they gave me the epi. It was probably around 11:30 when I got the epi. By 1:00 am I was feeling pressure and I paged the nurses. They checked me and I was fully dialated. They had me try pushing and then immediately paged the doctor because they could tell it wouldn't be long. I pushed a few more times and the doctor said an episiotomy would be neccessary. After a couple more pushed, he extended the cut even more, a couple more pushes and my daughter was born. I pushed for only 12 minutes (so now in retrospect... ummmm why couldn't I have had a bit more time before the "neccessary" episiotomy :rolleyes: ). My dd was purple when she was born but she started to cry immediately, so I knew she was fine. They laid her on my belly right away and dried her off a bit. Then they took her to be weighed and measured and such (about 10-15 minutes). She weighed in at 7 pounds 10 ounces and was just shy of 20 inches. She was born 5 days before her edd. They swaddled her up and brought her to me to nurse. She latched on like a pro and fed for the next 45 minutes. Everything went well from that point on. She nursed like a champ and my milk came in just 36 hours after she was born.
Okay, I will write more later... I'm being summoned by the kiddos.