Welcome to your lodge! I can't wait to learn more about you and follow the last stretch of your pregnancy and birth!
DS1-7/18/08, DS2-2/23/10, DS3 1/18/12
TTC in fall/winter of 2014
Welcome to your lodge!!!! Yippee!!!!
Aww...thanks ladies! I can't believe its finally lodge time for me. Wow! Crazy how times seems to fly near the end...and also go by so slowly when we are all so uncomfortable and so ready to have our babies.
I am excited to finally be near the end. Being this pregnant in the summer is no joke. I have been hiding out indoors almost the whole summer so far. The heat here is awful this year. Upper 90s and breaking 100 a few times also.
I will try to type out an intro up to this point sometime this evening. We are heading to a family reunion tomorrow until Sunday but luckily my aunt and uncle have the internet and we are bringing the laptop so I will still get to get online and update and stuff while there also.
Thanks again for the warm welcome.
DH and I met in college back in 2002. I was sitting in the ballroom upstairs watching the drama class do their thing and he walked up and saw me...so he walked over and introduced himself. He is a very friendly outgoing guy and made it a point to get to know everyone. The first thing he did was come up to me and grab my hand and lean over and kiss it and then introduced himself. I was very surprised cause not many guys do that these days. Lol...
Anyway, we started talking and became friends. He knew my roommates already and so we had that similar connection. Eventually I started teasing him asking why he always called our apartment and talked to my roommates but never called me. So then he started calling me. He started to make efforts to come and visit me on his lunch breaks and stuff but I always had an excuse for him.
I think I was just intimidated by him. Here was this extremely outgoing popular foreign man who was showing interest in me and I had never had a real boyfriend in my life. My husband is from the Congo in Africa, so it was very different from what I was used to. Completely different backgrounds, cultures, etc.
After a while of me blowing him off cause I was afraid of taking it to the next step...he eventually stopped trying. He told me later that he will try once, and if the person turns him down he will give it one more shot. If they turn him down more than once, he will move on. He tried to hang out with me several times, and eventually gave up.
But you know the saying..."Absence makes the heart grow fonder." After not hearing from him anymore or seeing him, I realized how much I really did like him and missed him...and I thought I blew all my chances. Several weeks went by and one day I was out and my roommate called me and said..."Come home right away...Olivier is here." (She knew how I was feeling and wanted me to have the opportunity to talk to him if I could) so I rushed back and he was there and man did he look good. hehehe...
I finally pulled him out to the balcony and basically said..."I still like you...is there any way I still have a chance with you?" I obviously had never done this before, usually the guy expressed interest in me first, I wasn't the one going after the guy. Well, DH decided to give me a taste of my own medicine and told me ...."I will think about it." What a twirp he was...! He made me wait 3 days before telling me that he was still very interested. It was a hard three days for me. Haha!
Anyway, after that point...we started dating and became inseparable. We got engaged about 8 months later, and then got married 4 months after that. We officially started dating in June 2002, got married in June 2003, and then as fate would have it...had our first child in June of 2004. June was our month!! I got pregnant 3 months after we got married...and we began to start our family....
Jordan's birth story.....
My pregnancy with DS (my first born) went as well as could be. Around 8-9 weeks I spotted a little and was really worried I was having a miscarriage but all was well. I worked the whole pregnancy. We got married the end of June, and I got pregnant with DS in September. The first several months was hard because I was working a customer service job at a retail craft store and was on my feet all day long dealing with crabby customers. I quit that job the beginning of January and then got another job as a data entry person entering in tax return info. I worked full time and that got harder near the end cause I was sitting in a chair all day...so although sitting was easier than standing...too much sitting can be tough. I had to take frequent breaks just to stand and stretch my legs.
DH and I had successfully moved from our little 1 bedroom apartment into a 2 bedroom apartment around Feb.-March and we got the second bedroom all ready for DS. Since my husband is from Africa, he was not a resident or citizen, so he applied for his green card after we got married. Well, as luck would have it, his big important interview that we both had to attend was scheduled for June 14th...exactly 4 days after my due date. I was worried that if I went to my due date or overdue that it would conflict with the interview and we couldn't miss it. It was very important and was booked several months in advance.
Well, luck was on our side because after a long day of work, on the evening of June 2nd...I had my first real contraction. Its kind of funny but I had my first contraction when we were DTD...hehehe...we still laugh about that. Anyway, they kept up all night long...can't remember how close or far apart they were but they didn't stop. They continued on into the next day. Since they were further apart, DH went to work and a friend of mine from college came and stayed with me. She helped me time them, we walked to DH's work...only a few blocks away...hoping that walking would help, we stopped at Mcdonalds so I could get a spicy chicken sandwich hoping that would help...came back home...eventually around 4-4:30 in the afternoon after almost a full day of labor my contractions got close enough that we decided we should go to the hospital. So DH came home from work and my roommate left and we went in.
I was only dilated 3 1/2 centimeters when they checked me! I couldn't believe it. I walked around a little more and then they admitted me when I was a 4. I had the same midwife two of my sisters had and I loved her. I was able to get into the jacuzzi tub and labor in there for a bit and it got me to a 6 1/2. And then my contractions really backed off. So my midwife said she wanted to give me some pitocin to get things moving cause I had been at it for so long. By this time it was close to 10pm and I agreed. It had been a full 24 hours since I had slept without contractions and I was so tired. I had already decided before that I was not going to have an epidural or any drugs to help with the pain and even with the pitocin given to me I stuck with that and had my baby drug free and felt every single thing...but I don't regret it one bit. DH was a great support to me and helped me through everything. He was the only person I had in there other than my midwife and a nurse who helped with the delivery.
She started me on pitocin and that got me the rest of the way dilated. I started pushing shortly after midnight on June 4th. I pushed and pushed and after almost 45 minutes of pushing my midwife suggested that she give me an episiotomy because I was not progressing much near the end. So she gave me one and in the next one or two pushes, my baby was born. He was born at 12:56 am weighing 6 lbs 15 oz and was 19 inches long. He was beautiful! Had a full head of black hair and big brown eyes. He was so alert and perfect. He was as healthy as can be. Jordan is now 8 and such a sweet boy. I can't imagine our family without him in it.
More to come...
Welcome to your lodge!!! I can't believe it's time for your lodge already!!!
Jasmines birth story...(DD1)
This story is much more exciting than my first birth. It all went down so differently. DS was almost 3, and I was due with DD1 on May 13th...only a few weeks before DS's 3rd birthday. DH was finishing up his bachelor's degree and about to start his Masters degree in the Physicians Assistant program. Only 36 people are chosen each year out of 500+ plus applicants and he was one of the lucky ones chosen. He was scheduled to start P.A. school on May 14th...only 1 day after my due date.
DH was graduating with his bachelors on May 4th...and then had a whole week off before starting the P.A. program. We thought that would be the perfect time to have the baby...a week early so DH would be home with us for a week before starting the new school year. I hoped and prayed and kept thinking that weekend in my head and somehow it all worked out.
We were at DH's graduation ceremony on Friday May 4th when I had my first real contraction. It was the first one that hurt so I knew it was different than the others. I timed them and they were consistent throughout the ceremony and after party and our drive home...and the rest of the evening. But they were 30 minutes apart. So I wasn't too concerned at that point. I figured they would get closer eventually.
DH and I dropped DS off at our friends house so we could go on one last date before we had two kids and we wet and saw the Spiderman movie...can't remember which one was in theaters at that time. My contractions stayed 30 minutes apart. After we picked up DS and went home...and then went to bed about 10:30pm. I woke up only 2 hours later with a really strong contraction and from that point on they went from 30 minutes apart to 10 minutes apart. They stayed 10 minutes apart the whole rest of the night so I didn't really get any sleep. The next morning they were still 10 minutes apart but strong enough that I had to breathe through them. I figured that if I didn't get these closer together I would be laboring all day and another night and I couldn't fathom another night without sleep. So around 10am I took DS for a walk around our complex in the stroller and when I was walking they were 2-3 minutes apart. But as soon as we stopped they went back to 10 minutes apart.
A little while later, DH and I were trying to decide if we should give DS his nap first and then take him to my sisters house who lived 20 minutes away, or if we should take him first. We decided to give him a nap since I wasn't progressing (or so I thought)...only a little while after DS went down for his nap something crazy happened. I was trying to get comfortable on our bed and rest in between contractions when all of a sudden they started coming very fast and sudden and much stronger....and when we timed them they were no longer 10 minutes apart...they were 2 minutes apart!!
DH was so crazy, he was like...I gotta jump in the shower!!! So he took a quick shower while I am on the phone trying to talk in between these contractions...I was trying to figure out what to do with DS because we knew we had to get to the hospital asap. I was worried that the pain would get even worse and I was thinking "If this isn't the worst of it, I don't know how much more I can take!" Little did I know that I was in transition and only had a short amount of time before DD1 would be born.
DH quickly got dressed, woke up DS and carried him out to the car. We realized that we would NOT have time to bring him to my sisters and she would not have time to get to our house. We had to go now!! I had to bum scoot all the way down the stairs of our house because the contractions were so strong and intense. I grabbed a few more things we needed, threw them in my hospital bag and we proceeded to race to the hospital. Poor DS probably had no clue what was going on. Its a good thing a cop didn't pull us over, but we would have had a good excuse if he had.
By the time we got to the hospital it was about 1:30pm...I walked in first with DS and my bags and pillow. I insisted DH grab the camcorder and stuff cause I knew we didn't have much time. I walked in and probably looked so funny...in hard labor with a toddler and a bunch of bags and no one else in sight. I don't think they took me too seriously until they checked me. They brought me into a room, had me put on a gown, and checked me. The nurse looked shocked and said "You are already 9 1/2 centimeters...we are going to have a baby!" She ran out to call other people to bring the stuff in asap and they called my midwife...and I was just praying she would get there in time. A male Asian doctor came in and said he would deliver my baby if my midwife couldn't make it and I was hoping I wouldn't have to have some stranger deliver my baby.
DH still wasn't there...he took the elevator to the wrong floor and eventually walked in about 1:50 followed by one of my sisters whom I had invited to attend the birth. My midwife was also luckily in her office in the same building even though it was a Saturday...she was doing some paperwork and had heard that I was in labor earlier so she decided to wait around in case I came in. Thank goodness she did, cause it was raining and she lived 30 minutes away and wouldn't have made it in time if she wasn't there. She walked in right after my husband. Within a few minutes of my midwife arriving, I was complete and they had me start pushing at 2pm. It took me 16 minutes to birth my daughter and she was born at 2:16pm on Saturday May 5th weighing 7 lbs 7 ounces. She is my Cinco De Mayo baby....she was perfect. I did the whole thing completely natural with no drugs, no pitocin this time, no episiotomy, nothing. I was so proud of myself. Even if I wanted an epidural I wouldn't have been able to cause it was so fast. I had her within 45 minutes of arriving to the hospital.
My DH even had time to set up the camcorder so we could get the whole thing on tape. Jasmine was such a cute little girl with lots of black hair. We could also tell that she was going to be darker than DS, she had a darker skin tone but it was so beautiful. Oh that reminds me!!! DS witnessed the whole thing! He came in the room with me and they gave him some crackers and juice and he sat still wide eyed but very quiet. My oldest sister who was supposed to watch DS for me arrived at the hospital right before I started pushing and she could have taken him home at that point but she really wanted to stay, and I was fine with it as long as DS didn't get scared. So he was able to witness his sister being born. It was a great experience to have him there right after to see her and hug and kiss her. He did so well. Was very quiet and my sister just comforted him and told him that everything was ok. He was mostly concerned about me and the pain I was in...but everything turned out great.
Out of my three births so far, that one was my favorite. Even though it was sudden and quick near the end...it was so much better when it happened naturally on its own. No pitocin, no form of induction, no episiotomy...just me doing it and doing it well.