Went to te doctor, had my membranes stripped, OUCH. To add insult to injury, the hospital won't induce me until I'm 41 weeks, so next Monday, at the latest. I'm hopinf the membranes being stripped works thier magic, but I'm not getting my hopes up. It took 4+ days after I had it done with Boo before he was born. Maybe our initial suspicions were right, the due date was off. The doctor estimated the baby is almost 8 pounds though, who knows. i realise those numbers are quite often far off the mark.
So, we wait, no big deal, I'm just anxious. Going out to dinner to calm my nerves and eat some yummy food...
STILL HAVE BABY ON THE INSIDE
Happy anniversary to me and Zac. Gosh, I'm a truly lucky woman, what a great guy I've got. Here's to being googly eyed in love
Still mommy to ONE, ACK!!! 40 weeks, 6 days, and counting. I saw my doctor yesterday, he got me an appointment for induction on Monday. He told the hospital I'm "mentally exhausted" because of the stress from my early pregnancy sugery, the baby measurements being all out of whack for so long, and now being overdue. I was warned that the midwives or other docs (I've only met one, and it's a friend of my OB) may try to talk me out of the induction or send me home!!! Can Germany be any more wrong? I'm standing my very pregnant ground though, dangit, this baby needs to be on the outside, pronto.
We have an appointment to test drive the new 2004 Explorer, but it went and snowed a good 2+ inches last night, so who knows if that's a go or not. I was so set on getting a used vehicle, but after seeing that we're offered a set price a good chunk below MSRP, the rebates (larger than anything in the states), and free third row seating, AND tax free, I'm in a whole different mindset. The price for a used vehicle is pretty much equal to what wed pay for new, what's the point?
Hoping the full moon brings on the labor...
My sweet baby girl is here...
Indigo Rain arrived at 12:15 am Frankfurt time, March 8th, weighing 8 pounds, 1/2 ounce, and 20.5 inches long. What can I say, I simply adore her.
I posted some pics, here's one of her and Aidan...
And her asleep on Zac's shoulder...
We are over the moon, googly eyed in love with our newest addition. I couldn't be happier...
Mommy to Aidan Storm 10/31/01 and Indigo Rain 3/8/04
I have rotten luck with my body this year, I swear!! First, the ovary tortion, leaving me with only one of those little suckers. Then, while recieving my walking epidural during labor, the anesthesiologist accidentally broke off about 4 cm of catheter in my back (which may or may not require surgery). I've been told it just doesn't happen, so they don't know what will happen to me, the doctor gave me odds of it happening of like 1,000,000 to 1, isn't that nice? Currently deciding how to handle this, do I need a lawyer? Ack!! Now, for the coup de gras... I somehow managed to pop about 5 stitches from my tear, and I got to revisit the hospital yesteday to have myself sewn up all over again, FUN! Holy crap, that hurt, still hurts, won't be leaving the house anytime soon because I can't walk like a normal person. Because te actual delivery was so quick (the labor was 6 hours, but once she was coming out, she was COMING OUT!!) I got an internal tear that extended out enough to literally tear my labia on one side, in half. I have not known pain of this sort before, OMF-ing G!!!
You know what though, I"ve got a beautiful, healthy baby girl that I just can't get enough of. Isn't it funny, before you're a parent, all of that would sound like it wasn't worth it, it takes loving a child to understand how much you'd really go through just to have them in your life for even a moment...
Mommy to Aidan Storm 10/31/01 and Indigo Rain 3/8/04
Still walking around gingerly, ouchie mama! Zac went golfing with a guy from work today, I can't wait for him to come home and entertain Aidan. Life with two kids is a different experience to say the least. It seems like I can't finish any one thing without needing to nurse Indigo or fulfill one of Aidan's many requests. I know I'll find my groove, but for now, I feel like a headless chicken. I think if you want to lose any excess baby fat from your first child, you should have a second child, you'll be so busy, you won't have time to overeat (let alone process one sane thought, lol).
We got new neighbors, I'll be cordial, but I"ve only got a few months here and I'm sick of getting burned by people around here, so I"m not exactly running down there like the welcome wagon. Plus, they're LOUD. I can hear them running around down there all the time, and they live downstairs, my neighbors upstairs are less of a nuisance. Zac and I are beyond ready to get back to the states and get into a house, apartment living is the ****s. I've got two little ones taing naps and somenoe is hammering, I want to scream.
I have to go attempt to wake up the baby, gotta love the first few weeks of breeastfeeding, I forgot how uncomfortable it is at first (surprisingly easier than with Aidan, but the full hard boobs have got to go).
Need to be in bed today, still can't get over the pain of the restitch, taking giant prescription strength Motrins.
Zac came home 2 hours late from golf Monday, I was pissed, got over it. I was really just tired and wanted him home to help me, and lost it when he called me half an hour after he said he'd be home (and still had to get gas and drive over an hour to be home).
Indigo had her first well baby appoinment, she gained over half a kilo (more than a pound) between Tuesday evening and yesterday, how the hell did that happen?!?! I mean, I know it seems like she's always nursing, but good grief.
My dad has an infection in his knee, has been to the docs twice in the last couple days. I hope it clears up, I actually worry about him.
Indigo is an angel, an angel that sleeps most of the day and not so much at night, oof. I"m sleep deprived, but I think I"m handling it okay, so far...
My mother is at it again. I called her for her birthday, on Valentine's Day. She took that as her personal invitation to start calling me more and more, it's now every single day, yesterday, and day before that, she called twice a day. Can I get a break? I have 2 kids now, less time,a nd she is demanding more and more, invading more and more. Oh goddess help me when I live only 2 hours from her. she called and asked me if the catheter I have stuck inside me is in my back or my urethra. I'm so dumbfounded at her stupidity, I told her it was a catheter from the epidural, I even said something about not needing a catheter because I had bladder control with the walking epidural. It's even more stupid because my mother used to work in a nursing home, and a lab, she was on her way to becoming a nurse, bet there's a whole lot of people in the NW glad that never happened.
My aunt made a comment to her that she should buy a ticket, get a hotel and come see me in Michigan while I"m there with the IL's!!! I want to call her up and tell her to mind her own business, the last thing I want is my mom to come up there, we'll be too close for comfort soon enough. I think I said something like, "well, that's not very necissary, I'll be there soon enough, right?", she of course sounded like she was considering it but told me she thought that way too .
I have o go feed Miss Indigo for the 43rd time in the last 2 hours...
Mommy to Aidan Storm 10/31/01 and Indigo Rain 3/8/04
Indigo slept 5 hours straight last night, amazing. I feel like a new woman. Isn't it funny how perspective changes after you've only gotten 2 or 3 hours of sleep at a time for a couple weeks? I used to not function without 8 hours or more.
Feeling sort of down, not really postpartum depression, just blah. Let me say, my husband is a wonderful man, I love him, he's good to us, but he's driving me nuts. He's off this week and goes back to work next Monday. He's grouchy, is increasingly irritated with Boo, and is starting to be less than helpful around the house. I don't get it. Indigo is a full time job in herself at the moment, but I"m still doing for Boo, still doing dishes, still cleaning, doing laundry. I've popped stitches TWICE now, I'm trying to adjust to two kids, just like he is, only I have to provide the food for one of them. I'm losing weight like crazy, lost 5 pounds in a couple days. He's trying to help in his way, but his attitude, his manner is bringing me down. I swear he's a workaholic, he's going nuts not being there, and I just want US to be the only thing on his mind while he's off.
Partly, it's Germany bringing me down, I hate it here so much I want to scream. Only 2.5 months to go, and yet, I know we have so much to do before then. It's so overwhelming, I"ve got so much to do but I can't start just yet. Looking into train tickets for the kids and I from wherever we land stateside (Chicago or Detroit is what we're trying for) to Grand Rapids. I'm looking at a measly 50 bucks, I can swing that.
I want to get there NOW, but I want to lose the baby fat first. I don't want to feel embarassed about how I look. I KNOW I just had a baby, but I'm so self conscious. I"m dying to get on the cross trainer, to go running, but I have to let myself heal a while longer, it's driving me up the wall. Not to mention, I did the cross trainer 4 days a week into my 38th week of pregnancy, so I'm realy missing the workout, it wasn't that long ago I stopped. I miss the stress release, how it made me feel, the energy it gave me.
I need to get out of this house...
Got a nap today, that was nice, of course, if I didn't take one, one would have taken me, I'm that tired. TMI, but I was almost done bleeding, and then today, started bleeding again. Glad I see the doc tomorrow, I'm sort of worried about it. Alicia's law, if it can go wrong, it will, most likely to me. I'm not a pessimist, honestly. The truth is, after the year I had last year, the crap I went through, the fact that I miscarried, and was lucky enough to get pregnant again in a few months, I"m counting my blessings. All these things that have happened are just little bumps int he road, and I"m still standing damn it, I've got my health, I've got my baby girl, my boy, my husband, my family. Part of me is just wondering what the heck is going on, what's next for crying out loud?
Aidan is impressing me daily as a big brother. He is so sweet to Indigo, kissing her, patting her, juat wanting to be near her. She's the first thing he looks for in the morning. I can ask him a hundred times to pick up his toys, and he acts deaf, if I ask him to get me something for her, he can't get it fast enough. I can only hope he adores her this much his whole life. These little people are amazing.
Talked with Zac, things are better. I old him how I felt, what a concept. I'm such a wimp sometimes, I don't want to sound ciritcal, to make him feel unappreciated, to make it sound like he's not doing anything, or that he's doing things wrong, so I just don't say anything at all, and what the hell good does that do?
Well, it's bath/bedtime for Aidan...