YAY! Welcome to your lodge!! :D
YAY! Welcome to your lodge!! :D
Welcome to your Lodge! I can't wait to hear about your HBAC.
Welcome to your lodge! This is our first September lodge!!!! Wooot!
Oh my goodness, I'm still so excited!! I have been reading all the other lodges and thinking it seemed like forever until I would get one. But here we are!!
Ok, so to start my introduction, I figured I would tell how DH and I met. January 2005: I was in North Carolina in college at the time. I was working full-time as the night auditor of a hotel and going to school during the day. I was kindof dating two other guys off and on, but nothing serious, and I was really fed up with it all. There were times I had planned to go to the military and had a lot of high school friends that did, so I was hanging out in a Yahoo Military Chatroom at about 2 am since I was bored at work. DH sent me a message just saying hey, and we chatted for a few minutes. Then, out of the blue, he asked for my phone number, and I GAVE IT TO HIM. That is normally something I never would have done! He was serving a tour with the Army in Korea at the time, and not scheduled to come home for 6 more months.
When he called, it was extremely awkward. After about a minute he ended it saying, "Uhhh, I'll call you back later..." Over the next couple of months we emailed, and talked on the phone every day. I did not have a clue what he looked like, but he had seen pictures of me. He told me he was a red-head with blue eyes, and a lot of chest hair (lol). I told him that I had no trust in men, that I would never date anyone in the military, or that was my own age, and matter-of-fact I was thinking of becoming lesbian (:ROFL:).
So he bugged the crap out of me calling all the time, and then eventually I got pictures and thought, "Hmmm... he's pretty hot!" Even though he was in the military and only 5 days older than me... but his hair wasn't really red, more like auburn colored. And we actually began to connect over some of our long conversations and I looked forward to him calling. It really hit me when he went on a several day road march and lost his phone and couldn't call. I didn't know he lost it so I thought he had just ditched me and I was really upset. But as soon as he could, he called and I knew there was more to "us" than I wanted to admit.
The rest was history! When he came home in June, I drove all the way to West Virginia to meet him in person for the first time. We clicked immediately and it was like we had known each other forever. I met his whole family and everything was perfect. Then, he had to go to Texas. I begged him to let me quit school and come be with him in Texas, but he said he just couldn't let me do that. Thankfully, I stayed in to finish my senior year, he got sent out for the Hurricane Katrina clean-up about 2 months after getting to Texas and then two months after that he was sent to Iraq for the first time. He called me from Kuwait and told me he should have married me before he left.
So when he got home for his mid-tour leave, we went to the JOP and got married with just me and him, and our witnesses; a random girl that was paying a speeding ticket behind us in line, and an acquaintance of mine. I finished an internship with the State and then moved myself to Texas in August (all I had was what would fit in my car) to set up a home for him to come to in November when he got back from Iraq. November of 2006, after having already been married for 6 months, we began our life living together as a married couple.
Us, just minutes after getting married:
Coming up next: Baby story :p
What a sweet, romantic story! That's awesome that you got to really know him before even meeting him.
Loved the story of you and DH! The eloping befoere he goes on a military tour aspect makes for a really romantic story. I like how the random girl paying a speeding ticket was your witness.
I love the story of you & DH!
That is so sweet that you guys talked every day like that before you even met!
aww thats so sweet.
*Warning: This one will be long ;)*
I had been off BC for a while already since he hadn't been home, so when he came back in November 2006, I never went back on it. At first, we weren't really trying, but we weren't doing anything to prevent it, and pretty soon, we were wanting a baby badly. It had almost been a full year when I went on Clomid for the first time. One night we DTD, and the very next morning we got a call saying that his grandmother had passed away. It was really weird, but I just knew at that point that we would be pregnant. Then, in April 2008, at 11 DPO we got our BFP. DH deployed to Iraq again in June.
I wanted a NCB, but (naively) did absolutely nothing to prepare for it. I took the hospital birth class, and that was about it. I didn't eat right, and I didn't stay in shape. I started the pregnancy at 206 lbs and ended at 214, so not a lot of weight gain, but I was not in shape at all.
Here is the full birth story (DH made it home for mid-tour leave about a week before her birth):
"Sylvia" was after his late grandmother, "Jo" is his mom's middle name, and "Leigh" is my mom's... so that's how we got Sylvia Joleigh. Sylvia is originally a Latin name, and was also a Goddess of the Forest who was mother to Romulus and Remus (the founders of Rome).Quote:
Sunday December 14, 2008, I began having contractions around 3 a.m. that were spaced around 5 minutes apart. I tried to go back to sleep to no avail, so I got up and got in the bathtub hoping to ease the discomfort. Nothing seemed to work, so I got back in bed and just waited it out. Later that evening DH and I decided to go to L&D and see if there was any progress. The Wednesday prior at my 38 week appointment, I was dilated to maybe a “fingertip” according to my doctor. After they examined me in L&D I was about 1-2 cms. They sent me home to wait for my contractions to get more painful or closer together.
Monday December 15, 2008, I was in a lot more pain throughout the early morning. I did not get any sleep and decided to see if my OB would see me in his office so we would not have to drive all the way to L&D again. When I got there he said I was still maybe 1-2. I was almost in tears at points because the contractions were so intense, but no closer together. I had a prenatal massage scheduled for that morning that I almost cancelled but decided to go in the hopes it would relax me a little. That was the best thing EVER! During the massage and afterwards, my contractions completely eased off. I could feel the tightening, but no pain during them for several hours.
Later that afternoon when I got home, I started to get the chills and took a bath because it was really cold outside. Then it occurred to me that I might have a fever. I took my temp and got 101.9 and we were off to L&D again. After the exam the doctor said I was around 2.5 dilated, and baby looked great on the monitors. They then sent me home and told me to take Tylenol.
Tuesday December 16, 2008, I woke up early morning again with a ton of contractions around 3 to 4 minutes apart but still the same intensity. BUT I had horrible chills. I felt like I was rocking the bed. I decided to get up and take a bath to try to warm up and I took some Tylenol, phenergan, and tried to drink some water. After my bath I got really nauseated and threw up. I decided to take my temperature again and got 103.5! Off to L&D again!
This time as soon as they hooked me up to the monitors, I knew something was wrong. My LO’s heart rate was around the 200s. The doctor seemed really concerned and immediately admitted me. During the exam I had not made any progress. They put me on fluids, and continually monitored the baby. Later that evening my fever broke (I sweated through all the linens… gross!) and the baby’s heart rate dropped to a better level. They said if my fever stayed down they would talk about inducing on Wednesday. They also did an amnio to make sure the baby’s fluid was not infected, and then they flu-tested me and took all kinds of blood. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, and the next day is where all the fun began.
Wednesday December 17, 2008, at 8:30 am they entered the pill to ripen my cervix (Cytotec) some more since I had not had any progress but was having regular contractions. At 1:00 pm they started the pitocin. The contractions got a little more intense, but nothing unbearable. At 2:30 pm I was 100% effaced so the doctor decided to break my water. I immediately went to about 4 cms and the pain was tremendous, especially to my right side and around the right side of my back. At 3:00 pm they allowed me to get the epidural. It gave me some relief but never took effect on my right side or right side of my back. The next few hours were pretty much a blur of pain and DH telling me to breath. They gave me several doses of the epidural but it never took full effect on my right, although my legs were completely gone. Around 12 am I started throwing up because of the pain and was losing my mind because I had not made any further progress. The doctor decided to do a C/S due to “failure to progress”. I was ready for anything; I just wanted to be out of pain.
They finally took me to the back and gave me so much epidural medicine that the anesthesiologist had to call and get a second opinion. They kept asking me in between contractions if I could feel them pinching my belly and I could. The epidural only took effect from my hips down. So they decided I would have to go completely under. I was so upset because DH could not be there, but I felt like I was going to die if they didn’t do something soon. I went out like a light.
Sylvia Joleigh was born at 3:18 am on Thursday December 18, 2008 at 39 weeks on the dot. She was 8 lbs. and 19 inches long. I wasn’t really able to enjoy her at first because I felt so weak and I had the shakes so bad. They were uncontrollable. DH was wonderful though. I knew he was really worried about me, but he took great care of her during that time period. We were sent to postpartum and I thought everything was going well until the nurse noticed that my baby girl was grunting constantly. I thought it was just normal baby stuff, but they took her temp and it was low. Her blood sugar was also extremely low (around 35). And that’s when they made the call to put her in NICU. I think that maybe she ended up with the same infection I had. They did so many tests (on her and me) and they all came back negative. No flu, no cold, no nothing; just an elevated white blood count. But they decided to keep her and run a full course of antibiotics. It was heartbreaking to me to see her with an IV in her head and oxygen on. I have never cried so much in my life. I couldn’t stand having to leave her every day.
Finally on Sunday they released me from the hospital and we stayed in a hotel across the road until they released Sylvia on Tuesday. The best Christmas present ever! She is breastfeeding like a champ and doesn’t seem to have any problems. And in between that time DH’s command denied a Red Cross request for an emergency leave extension (but that’s in a whole other post).
So it was a very long, painful, and emotional, process but totally worth it when I look into my little girl’s eyes, or watch her while she sleeps.
What I found out after the fact, once I read my medical records in 2010:
-I had an infection called Chorioamnionitis. Some of the signs are high fever, increased fetal and/or maternal heart rate, uterine sensitivity, extremely ineffective contractions, excessive bleeding after birth
-The baby was posterior
-One of the worst things you can do with a mother who has Chorio is rupture membranes if they haven’t been ruptured. I also should have never let them rupture my membranes since she was posterior.
-Sylvia had to be resuscitated at birth
-I lost 800 cc of blood which is borderline hemorrhage