**Our July Sunbeam's Spaces**

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**Our July Sunbeam's Spaces**

July Sunbeam's Baby Spaces!

Sunbeam Moms: Please Reserve Your Spaces Now Smile

A place for all of our Sunbeam's moms to share:
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:neonflower: Photos and Stats as Our Baby's Grow

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:happy3: **Our Sunbeam Arrivals** :happy3:
You can jump to each baby's space by clicking on the mom's screen name

*June 22nd*
Sawyer Dean (lisadisa) - 8 lbs 5.5 oz, 20" - 37w3d

*June 23rd*
Brayden (belzy) - 5 lbs 13 oz, 19.5" - 37w5d
Lucas (nagemf) - 6 lbs 9 oz, 19.5" - 38w0d

*June 24th*
Natalie Anne (mommys) - 7 lbs 13 oz, 18" - 37w3d
Aubree Olivia (MrsHooah2U) - 8lbs 3 oz, 20" - 38w4d

*June 27th*
Alexander Michael (mrsjohnson310) - 6 lbs 11 oz, 18.8" - 39w0d

*June 28th*
Sadie Vivian (joyfulmom) - 6 lbs 13 oz, 19" - 39w3d

*June 29th*
Greyson Sebastian (Audgee) - 8 lbs 3 oz - 37w5d

*June 30th*
Rachel Lydia (runningmom) - 9 lbs 5 oz, 21.5" - 39w5d

*July 2nd*
Simon Emmett (Mujul79) - 8 lbs 3 oz - 39w5d

*July 7th*
Ava Kennedy (mommaof2boys) - 7 lbs 6 oz, 19.5" - 38w2d

*July 9th*
Hunter Jack (KiriSimon) - 7 lbs 2 oz, 20.75" - 37w5d

*July 10th*
Gracie (angielily) - 6 lbs 7 oz, 20.5" - 38w0d

*July 11th*
Ava Amelia (robyn.pregnant) - 5 lbs 3 oz - 37w4d
Easton James (isuche02) - 7 lbs 7 oz - 36w3d
Ashton Todd (isuche02) - 7 lbs 0 oz - 36w3d

*July 14th*
Gordon Seymour (mgowdy) - 8 lbs, 21" - 40w3d

*July 16th*
Olivia Evelyn Teodora (grovey2) - 9 lbs 10 oz, 20" - 38w1d

*July 18th*
Roman Alexander (SaraMeow) - 9 lbs 2 oz, 21" - 39w6d

*July 20th*
Dane Nicholas (akpufa) - 7 lbs 14 oz, 20.5" - 40w3d

*July 21st*
Collin Reid (hollybell79) - 8 lbs 1 oz, 20" - 39w3d

*July 23th*
Leo Mitchell (Radavia) - 6 lbs 9 oz, 19.5" - 39w6d or 41w3d (?)

*July 26th*
Sidney Dawn (Rebgrace) - 9lbs 3 oz, 20" - 41w2d

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Aubree's Space
Eviction Date: June 26th 2011!
Born: June 24th 2011 @ 10:31 pm (38w4d)
Weight: 8 pounds 3 ounces
Length: 20 inches long
Little sister to Jacob James (10/09); our R/R baby, originally due July 4th.

Birth Story:
Aubree's birth starts Friday, the 24th at midnight. I was woken up in the middle of the night with contractions, as I was laying in bed trying to fight them off, I felt a little 'rush' of fluids and instantly jumped up to the bathroom. My underwear were wet, but nothing crazy (dollar sized spot). So I went downstairs and decided I would just try to deal with the contractions. So after sitting downstairs trying to just labor through for about an hour, I just couldn't take the pain anymore and figured Dh and I needed to make "a plan" as to what we're doing. So finally I went up stairs and woke up DH telling him I wasn't feeling well and I wasn't sure if this was it; I told him that I was going to go take a shower and we could kind of go from there. So after my shower I felt a little better and decided to try to lay down. At that point, DH was awake so he came downstairs to clean up a little since my parents were coming into town that day. (back story: once we got my induction date, the 26th, my parents decided they would come out and watch Jacob for us. The original plan was for them to be here Saturday night. Well, my dad being my dad, got too antsy and they changed plans, left Illinois early and the new ETA was Friday morning between 4-6 am.) So once DH went downstairs to clean, I laid down in bed and tossed and turned for about another hour or so. After not getting anywhere sleep wise I came back downstairs to watch tv to try to take my mind off the pain. I called L*D and got their opinion on it, as too if I should come in. They told me that since my contractions were like 4-7 minutes apart, that I wasn't really in "real" labor and I should probably just stay home.. since my parents weren't in town yet, it was just not 'convenient' to go in until they got here, so we just decided to wait it out. About the time my parents got here, they contractions let up to about 10 minutes apart and then sort of tapered off. We chatted and hung out and DH went in for work that morning. I had an appointment at NST that day so we decided we'd just go into that appointment and they could determine if I was in active labor or not. So I laid on the couch until 9 am and labored on and off. Once we decided it was time to go, off we went.

At about 9 am, we get to the hospital, get up to NST. At that point I was joking with the NST ladies that I was in labor.. so she goes "why are over here, just go to L*D"-- so to L*D we went. Once we get in there it's my doctor in that day. So they get me all hooked up in triage and I'm contracting every 3-4 minutes and I was dilated to a 5 :yahoo:. They did a swab and confirmed that it was amniotic fluid that I was leaking. I was feeling SO sick at that point, all I wanted was some zofran. So they take all my vitals, my BP is up (duh) and my HB was up a little too. So finally my doctor comes over and he's like well, so much for waiting till Sunday huh? so they took me over to be admitted. So they got me in a room by about 11 am? or so and then tried to start an IV. HAHA! Jokes.. jokes jokes jokes. It took two pokes and a good blown vein before they finally got it (my arm looks like a battle field.). I was still contracting pretty bad and still feeling like crap. So finally they got me some zofran which REALLY helped through the contractions. We had the epidural god come over and visit me and he got me all hooked up. As soon as I had my epidural I was happpppppppy lady! Once I had my epidural they gave me some pitocin to try to get my contractions moving closer together so we could progress. So we hung out, napped and just did nothing.

They checked me at 4 ish and I had progressed to 8! :eek:. They thought they felt a second bag so they kept talking about the "gush" I felt being a forebag, so they talked about breaking my second bag. I believe about 5pm or so, the doctor came in and broke that second bag. We noticed some meconium in my fluid and that sparked a little red flag, but my doctor said that it didn't seem like a lot so it wasn't anything to be super worried about. At that point everyone kept talking about how well I was doing and how quickly it was going and that I should be able to deliver by 7 pm, which is when MY doctor went home for the night. It was a race to the finish Smile So since I was 8, we just let me labor. Well 7 pm came and went and no baby Sad Doctor went home and life got sad. The doctor who was on call that night was the same @sshole that delivered Jacob and I REFUSED to be delivered by him, I wanted to enjoy my experience. At that point my epidural started to wear off and I was getting super uncomfortable. We had the anesthesiologist come back and adjust my epidural and that helped A TON. About 9 pm I started getting the shakes really bad. They took my temperature and noticed that I was 100.4, people started getting nervous. They determined that I had Chorioamnionitis (infection of my membranes/uterus) and that things were getting critical to get her out. My temp kept fluctuating and they discussed with us the risks with Aubree and what they would have to do with her. They decided that she and I would need to be on antibiotics for 48 hours after she was born(mine got started before she was born) to help prevent infection. Had her cultures come back negative she would have had to stick around for up to 14 days. Sad So finally at 10pm, I had enough antibiotics that they let me push (that and I kept saying "I NEED TO PUSH...now..."). So we started pushing and they kept stretching my umm.. 'opening'.. while I was pushing. Oh man it hurt, but man, was I clueless about pain at that point haha! Finally after 25 minutes she finally dropped into my canal and man that was THE MOST painful thing I've ever dealt with. I didn't stop pushing, I wasn't pushing with contractions I just kept on going. FINALLY her head popped out and what a total relief! Then they delivered her body and that was it! At first she wasn't breathing how they would have preferred as she was a little clogged up. So they took her over, gave her lots of tubal suction and finally cleaned out her lungs. By the time she delivered my fever was 101.7, hers was 100.7 Sad Once they got her all cleaned out I was allowed to hold her for a few minutes. They had to take her over to the nursery (a "make shift" nicu, since our hospital doesn't have an actual nursery) and get her antibiotics started. They finally got me over to our mom baby room, brought Aubree too us and we got to snuggle Smile

All in all, she did really well with her antibiotics. She got a bout of diarrhea from them so since her cultures were coming back negative there was no reason to keep pushing the antibiotics so they let her not have her last dose! So far the runs have slowed and hopefully within the next few days her poor tum tum will be back to normal! She's adjusting well and big brother Jacob is in love, as are the rest of us.. Smile

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Check ups:
Hospital discharge: weight = 8 pounds 1 ounce, 20 inches long
2-5 Day: 8 pounds 1 ounce, 20 inches long. Jaundice level= 5 Yahoo
2 week: 8 pounds ounces, 19.5 inches long
2 months:

7/1= One week old!
7/8= Two weeks old! Starting to stay up longer! Lost her cord right before her 2 week appointment!
7/22= four weeks old! Where is time going!
8/23= 2 months old! Smiles everywhere! My happy girl Smile

Mom Updates:
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Delivery weight: 197.0 pounds Sad
6/28- 17 pounds gone! Yahoo! Yahoo 180.0 lbs -- Love losing baby weight --
6/29- 20 pounds gone! Yay!! 177.0 lbs
6/30- 23 pounds gone! hooray! 174.0 ( I could so handle this!! 3 a day yay!)
7/1- 24 pounds gone! Smile 173.0
7/2- 26 pounds gone! Yippee! 171.0
7/3- 26.5 pounds gone! Yes!! 170.5 (uh, oh, are we slowing down! NOOOO!!)
7/10-27 pounds gone/170.0 lbs- Day before Nov'09 BB weight loss challenge on FB.

Photos & Notes:
7/1= One week old! Wow, this is already FLYING by.. I'm having a hard time already with the fact that this is my last baby Sad As much as I have realized that I truly don't enjoy being pregnant, I absolutely LOVE being a mom and being a mom of 2 is so much more enjoyable than being a mom of 1 (not that I don't absolutely love my son!). As much as I feel complete as our family, I don't like the fact that we're done. It's for the better and I need to keep that in mind. I'm feeling "okay", over doing it and I know that, but it's so much harder to slow down with a toddler. Aubree is doing really well, she's eating well and sleeping well. She eats about 9/10pm, then we all go to bed.. eats about 1/2 am and USUALLY falls right back asleep.. then again about 6/7 am and we get up and start our day! So I can't complain too much.. Smile

7/8= 2 weeks old! I'm feeling great, slightly itchy but that would be the joys of stitches! Aubree is doing well, had her 2 week well baby and that went well! Jacob was SO upset watching her get her heal prick done he was screaming at the lab tech "no/ow" and he was NOT happy his little sister was being poked and was crying. He's still in love Smile fingers crossed it stays that way! She is so much more alert and stays awake for an hour+ at a time. She wakes in the morning and stays up for usually an hour or two, then sleeps most of the afternoon and will have another awake spell in the evening before bed and then do good and sleep at night, except for bottles. She's drinking about 2 ounces per feeding and eats every 2-4 hours. At her two week well baby, she was only 19.5 inches long, so the nurse was sure that they measured her wrong at birth and she was probably only 19-19.5 inches, not 20.

7/22= FOUR weeks old! My goodness! Little Miss is a whole 9.5 pounds according to my home scale! Grow baby grow! That's a POUND in two weeks (at her 2 week well baby she was 8.6 pounds)! Why can't I be losing weight like that still haha! She's becoming even more alert and staying awake for hours on end. Our fussy moments are still happening and we're still having troubles pooping. She's on a 'gentle' formula, but I'm worried it's just stopping her up worse.. We might be on the hunt.. again, for another formula. Ugh Sad Jacob is still doing well with her and she's starting to fit right in Smile We might start doing her big girl crib soon since she typically only wakes once a night; I'm ready for my room back.. We'll see!

8/23/11= 2 months old! TEARS! My baby isn't so tiny anymore, before I know it she'll be celebrating her first birthday! My big chunk girl is probably nearing 11 pounds right now, although we won't find out until her 2 month well baby... at 3 months of age! Thanks military! She's growing and filling out nicely. We'll be uping her to size 2 dipes with our next shipment cuz her little thighs are getting too chunky! She's smiling ALL THE TIME. It's wonderful. To go from a screaming baby to a happy baby in a matter of days (thank you acid reflux medicine!) has been amazing. She's suh a happy girl now and only cries when she's hungry or tired. We're working on transitioning Jacob into his room again (rather than my floor) and I think this weekend we might give her a try in her big girl crib! She's getting up once or twice a night, usually not more, but often throws us a loop. She's eating 4 oz like a champ, takes her medicine like a big girl and over all is a happy, healthy, fat babe!

Aubree had a professional photo shoot done, here are some of my favorites- she was 1 week old!:

Another photo shoot of Aubree!! She was 2 weeks old!

Aubree on 4th of July- 1w3d

Aubree Vs. Jacob- 7 weeks old

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Natalie was born June 24th, 2011 - 9:59am
at 37weeks 3days
Waterbirth at birth center.
Weight: 7lb 13oz
Height: 18"
Head: 34cm

Day 4:

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On June 23rd, I was feeling really crampy. I commented on the pelvic pressure both at dinner and while cleaning up. Natalie had been sitting really low so the pressure was not unexpected. At 7pm, while sitting on the couch, I felt the pressure again and it occurred to me that it was coming in waves rather than constant. I told Dave that I might be starting labor but that I wasn’t sure since it felt nothing like the first contractions with #1. We jumped into gear though and got everything ready to go, including calling my mom to come watch Andrea.

Around 9pm, we called the midwife and told her that I was having 45 second contractions every 8 minutes or so. She (and my doula) told me to take a shower and try and take a nap. Of course, neither Dave nor I could sleep so we lay in bed talking. Contractions continued but were irregular. At times they were only a few minutes apart, sometimes 10 minutes. After hours of laying still, we decided to get up and be productive. Unfortunately getting out of bed made me start shivering uncontrollably so we made a decision that we were ready to go. My doula, Lucy, was driving back as quick as possible from her family vacation and said she would hopefully get there in time. The midwife okayed us to come in. The drive up was painful, but we made it just fine. At the birth center, they seemed relieved that I was not further along in labor. Another woman was laboring in the 2nd room. After basic heartrate check, etc, we walked around the birth center. I climbed the stairs many times in hopes of quickening the pace of my labor. Unfortunately, my efforts seemed to have an opposite affect and my contractions started to become less intense and less often. The more frustrated I got and the harder I tried, the worse it became. When Lucy arrived, she tried to talk me into resting, it was another hour or so before I listened and my contractions had died off completely by then. I asked the midwife for a cervical check (the only one I ever had). I was a very soft and good 4cm. They left us alone in the beautiful birthing room and Dave and I took a nap. This was around 5am.

I woke up at 6:30 with some contractions and immediately jumped up and starting pacing again. They died off pretty quickly. I cried in frustration and cried even harder as I heard the baby next door being born. I went back to sleep, this time really feeling defeated and exhausted.

I woke up at 8:30am to a nice strong contraction and felt a pop. There was no liquid at this point so I stayed still for 2 more contractions. I didn’t want to move and make the contractions go away ago. Ha, that wasn’t going to happen! I stood up and experienced the liquid running down my legs. I went for the midwife and she kind of smiled and asked if my waters had broke. Someone went to find Lucy for me. Everything started very quickly at this point and I look forward to editing this info later after I’ve talked to Lucy about what she remembers. I was cleaned up a little and led back to the bed. The contractions were extremely intense and took all my concentration. They had to re-run the bath water to warm it up for me and it felt like it took forever. I was so thankful to climb in the tub. Unfortunately, I tried my hands and knees but my feet went to sleep in one or two contractions. I moved to sitting with DH behind me. I didn’t really like the position, but my contractions were building with so much intensity that I was never able to move again. I cherished the minute or two breaks that I did get between contractions and hated when one contractions would just run straight into the next. I started having trouble with breathing, was getting weak in limbs from too much oxygen. At some point (not really very long), they became so intense that I started to panic and said as much to Lucy and my midwife, Constance. I was practically pulling Dave into the tub with me as some really tough contractions hit. They were trying to help me refocus and calm a little, but it was already too late and I was pushing. 2-3 pushes and little Natalie was born! She was born facing to the right (instead of normal left, I believe). Constance put her directly onto my chest. Natalie cried. She was purple but crying with healthy lungs. She was coated in vernix and had a head full of dark hair. I commented on how small she was, they all commented on how big she was. Her birth time was 9:59am! (4cm to birth in 1.5 hours!)

They clamped the cord and cut after a while. They wanted to get us out of the water because I had too much bleeding and Natalie also pooped in the water. I delivered the placenta just outside the tub. We were taken to the bed and cleaned up. Natalie weighed in at 7lb 13oz (nice size for 37W3D) and her length was 18”. Short and round, she was born with plenty of meat on her bones. I breastfed Natalie without and trouble before we did anything else. I needed a decent amount of stitches. Some 1st and 2nd degree. We all stayed on the bed together tending to both my stitches and Natalie.

They showed me my placenta had Velamentous insertion (occurs in 1% of singleton pregnancies). The midwife says it was probably good that Natalie came early since the danger from this insertion increases as the baby gets bigger.

Overall, this birth was a lot harder than I expected. The fast intense labor at the end was much harder to deal with than I would have anticipated. Plus, I was emotionally exhausted from the earlier stalled labor.

We left the birth center just a little over 3 hours after birth. Natalie has been nursing well.

June 27 - milk just starting to come in

June 28 - 1st appt
Weight: 7lb 3oz
Height: 18.25"
Head: 34.2cm

June 30 - weight check
Weight: 7lb 8oz

July 2 - cord falls off

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Brayden's Space
Born June 23, 2011 9:22am (37w5d)
Weight: 5lb 13oz
Length: 19.5"

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I wasnt feeling good wednesday night (June 22) so i decided to take a shower, i got out of the shower just after 10pm and was getting a drink in the kitchen when my water broke, i called the hospital i was delivering at and they told me i had to come in to be checked because my water broke but that if i wasnt far enough along they would send me home, i didnt want to drive 2 hours and be sent home so i got them to agree to let me go to the hospital in town to see how far along i was, I wasnt feeling any contractions at this point so we head to the hospital in town, the dr checks me and told me i was only 1cm, he calls the hospital in the city and is waiting on hold for almost an hour trying to get ahold of someone to see if we should stay in town for a bit or head to the hospital, while he is on hold my contractions start every 2 minutes apart......we were getting frustrated at the wait and decided to just leave and head for the city.....we get to the hospital just before 2am and they check me again and im only 2cm now.....they decide to let me stay because my water broke and i was from out of town but i have to stay in the triage room......at this point my contractions seemed to slow down to 3-4 min apart and im thinking my labor has stalled......about an hour of them being 3-4 min apart the contractions start coming every min. The triage room is starting to get really busy with new admits so the nurse keeps saying she will check me but never has a minute .....the pain at this point is horrible and i cant get an epidural until she checks me, finally another nurse comes to help and checks me, i was 7cm by this point. She goes to get a room ready for me and comes back maybe 20 minutes later.....as im walking to the room i tell her that im feeling alot of pressure ( i tell her i think i need to use the washroom) She tells me i cant use the washroom and checks me as soon as we get in the room, im 9cm at this point. We wait for what seems like forever to get my drugs.....he ends up giving me a combination of a epi and spinal because the epi wouldnt have enough time to take effect.....i got my drugs just after 9am and the nurse has me push at 9:10.....i push once and she tells me to stop and pages the dr to come.....i start to push again at 9:15am and at 9:22am Brayden was born. I didnt know this at the time but every contraction i had Braydens heart rate would drop really low so i had to have a episiotomy so the dr could use the vaccum to get him out quickly......I was so shocked when they put him on my belly, I had no clue at all that i was even close to having him out.....the drugs didnt have enough time to work and i could feel EVERYTHING but they did manage to take a little bit of the edge off each contraction........all in all the labor wasnt bad at all, i had imagined it way worse then it was......i ended up being 11 hours of labour with only maybe 8 hours of painful contractions and really only 2 hours of unbearable pain......and only 6 minutes of pushing! Things are going really good with us, part of me still cant believe he is here and another part of me cant imagine how we had a life without him in it. Its crazy how your life can change so quickly!

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Ava Kennedy's Space
EDD July 19, 2011
Born: Thursday, July 7, 2011 (38 weeks 2 days) 10:53 a.m.
Weight/Height: 7 lbs 6 oz. 19.5 inches long
Little sister to Mason 13, Will 6 & Sawyer 2.5

Birth Story:
On Wednesday, July 6th, at my 38 week 1 day appt. My OB stripped my membranes. I left the office with an induction date of July 12th if nothing happen over the weekend. My parents were down & my moma went to then appt. with me. Afterwards, we did a little shopping & ate some lunch at Zaxby’s. We got home & I wasn’t having any contractions. DH was out in the field & awaiting a phone call to say things were progressing. Around 5 p.m. I drank approx. 3 oz. of castor oil in hopes to get the ball rolling. I took a nap & got up around 7:30. Once up I decided to try walking around the neighborhood to see if I could move things along. My mom, me & the boys (Will & Sawyer) took off walking. Within 5 minutes I started cramping & within 10 minutes I started having contractions that were stopping me in my tracks. Once back home though they subsided. Around 10 p.m. my mom & I wanted some Krispy Kreme donuts & was gonna order a pizza. After we left, my mom asked “how are the contractions coming along” to which I replied “they’re not” within 3 minutes or so they started in full force every 1-3 minutes. This lasted from about 10:14 p.m. until I arrived at the hospital at 1 a.m. After getting back to the house with food in tow, I decided to take a shower & get my bags ready to go. I called DH to give him a heads up with what was going on & to keep phone near as I would call once I found out if the hospital would admit me or not. After getting the kids to bed my mom & I headed for the hospital. Once getting there we had to wait in the waiting room for an available bed. That took about 30 minutes or so. They took me back & checked me I was 3 cm & was told I would be admitted. I called DH around 2:40 a.m. to let him know to make his way to the hospital. They finally let my mom back there with me. Around 4:30 I was checked dilated to 5 cm & finally moved to a L&D room on the 4th floor. DH arrived at hospital around 5 a.m. At 5:50 a.m. I got my epidural which worked wonderfully. Was checked again at 6:20 still at 5 cm. At 9:30 I was dilated to 6 but was kinda stalled out so doctor broke my water. I was 90% effaced & at -2 stage. At 10 a.m. the eppy started wearing off & I was in A LOT of pain. I started pushing around 10:40 & at 10:53 a.m. AVA KENNEDY graced us with her presence. Weighing in at 7lbs 6oz. 19 ½ inches long. SORRY for the large pics but photobucket quit working on me so copied from FB Thanks for taking the time to read my birth story

Discharge date from hospital: Friday, July 8 at approx. 1:15 p.m.
weight: 7 lbs 1 oz.
She passed her hearing test

4 day ck up: Monday, July 11 - weight: 6 lbs 15 oz. 21 3/4 inches long so they think she was measured wrong at the hospital at birth

1 week old -Thursday, July 14 & sleeping through the night only waking once to eat Smile She's a very happy content baby. Hates getting her diaper changed & clothes changed.

First Bath -- Monday, July 11-4 days old hated it at first but after a few minutes she loved it & was just laid back chillaxin

Cord falls off - Monday, July 18 - 11 days old

Milestones for Mommy
Weight when I found out I was preggo: 135 lbs.
Weight at delivery: 163 lbs.
Weight gained: 28 lbs.
1 week after giving birth: lost 21 lbs weighed in at 142 lbs.
Today I weighed in at 140 lbs. Lost 23 lbs so far
Goal weight is 125-128 lbs. so only 12-15 lbs to go :yahoo::yahoo::yahoo:

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Sidney's Space!

July 26 2011, 9lbs 3oz 20"

Birth story:
I was really hoping and expecting that I would go into labour on my own this time, because my induction with dd was not what I was hoping for. So of course, I was over a week late and my OB scheduled an induction for tuesday (the 26th):rolleyes:
We arrived at the hospital at 9:30 am for my appt. I guess there have been a lot of women having babies lately, because we had to wait an hour for a clean bed in triage. The Dr wanted to monitor me and the baby for awhile to make sure we were healthy, so DH and I watched movies while we sat around. Around 11, they finally checked me. I was 2cm and 80% effaced, so the Dr said that they would break my water and see if that got things moving. We needed to wait for a delivery room, so DH and I went and got some lunch. After lunch, we of course spent more time sitting around.:rolleyes: They finally broke my water around 2pm, and somehow I had progressed another cm since they checked me that morning!
Around 3pm, I wasn't having any real contractions and was still 3cm. So they started me on the low dose of pitocin to see if that got things moving. At 4pm, I was having some cramping, but nothing major. My nurses went on break, the OB came in to see me and we talked for a bit. Back story- With dd, I had some major complications. 2 postpartum hemorrhages and retained placenta that took 9 months after her birth to resolve. The OB was concerned that I was at higher risk of happening again, so she wanted to manually scrape my uterus after the placenta was delivered to make sure it was all out. She said that I would need an epidural because it would hurt. A lot. Of course I agreed to that (9 months of pp bleeding is not something I wanted to do again!!), and they called the anesthesiologist at around 4:20. While we were talking, the contractions were really starting to get a LOT more intense. By the time they arrived to do the epidural, I was in a lot of pain!!
The anesthesiologist told me it would take around 20 min for the epidural to kick in. They got it in around 4:45, and I could hardly sit still because the contractions were INSANE. They were coming right on top of each other with no breaks in between. I was begging the nurse who was covering for mine to make the epidural work!! She decided to check me, and when she checked, she got a weird look on her face and paged the dr. I asked where I was, and she said 9 3/4:eek:
I had the urge to push, but the nurse wanted the OB to arrive first. As soon as she ran into the room, I yelled "Someone tell me I can push!!!" It felt like forever, but it was really only a couple of minutes. I pushed for 15 minutes, and Sidney Dawn Wynne was born at 5:26pm. 9lbs, 3oz and 20 inches.
On my chart, the nurses had written that when they left for break at 4, I wasn't in active labour yet. They had it down as starting at 4:20, when I was just starting to breathe through them!!
My labour with dd was also induced, and took 14 hours, including 2 of pushing. That was at the highest dose of pitocin.
This one was an hour!! If it would have gone that fast and I went naturally, I would never have made it to the hospital on time.
After she was delivered, the OB did scrape me out. Let me tell you, that is horrible. Probably worth it if I avoided the hemorrhages and everything else, but still horrible. I don't actually think the epidural ever kicked in, because I could get up and walk to the bathroom 30 min after they finished stitching me up. I had 2nd degree tearing, but that's not as bad as the first time either.
Even though it was really intense, I feel pretty good. I think having things happen that fast means I didn't get as sore and tired. Sidney is an extremely enthusiastic bf-er... I am in quite a bit of pain from that, and I think my nipples are the sorest place on my body right now! I am pumping and supplementing with formula to give them a break until we see an LC tomorrow and get her latch fixed.
I am a little overwhelmed at taking care of 2 kids right now. Sidney's first night was not very restful, so I hope that changes quickly and she starts sleeping in her bassinet (instead of on me!) for more than 30 min at a time. Luckily DH is taking a month vacation, so he is here too. Sidney is incredibly strong for a newborn... I will have to get a pic of her doing a half pushup. Its unreal!!
And now... The pictures!!
Last belly pic...41 weeks
DH, me and Sidney!
That is one big, pissed off baby
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Lucas James
6/23/11 born at 38w 0d
6 lbs 9 ozs
19.5 inches

His birth story:
I woke up Thurs morning at 1 am feeling a sudden gush of liquid. Of course my first thought was that I just peed on myself. I got up and ran to bathroom leaking the whole way. I went pee and cleaned up the drips on the floor. Dh was at work and I was too tired to change the sheets on the bed and they weren't too wet, so I just threw some towels down under and on top of the sheet and laid back down. As I lay there I started to wonder if it was maybe my water since it didn't smell like pee at all. I waited another 5 min and figured if I leaked when I stood up that it must be my water. So I waited and gushed more every time I moved. I got up and finished packing my bag and toiletries. My mom was staying with us for a couple of days to help out around the house while I was on bedrest. So I went and woke her up to tell her what was going on and that she needed to listen for Logan to wake up (he climbs in bed with us every night around 3 am and I knew he'd freak if no one was in there). I came downstairs and let mil know that she'd need to drive me to dh's work or the hospital. I called l&d and they said to come in and be checked. I called dh at work (and freaked out the poor guy who answered the phone). He said he'd meet us at the hospital. Mil drove me and I was having mild contractions about every 3 min. My pants were soaked by this time. Went and got checked and it was definitely my water and I was at 2 cm and 50% effaced. Got settled in a room around 2:15. My contractions were pretty regular but not very strong so we started pit about 3:30 am to get stuff going. I got an epi around 6 am and I was at 3 cms and still 50% effaced. It went on all day with me slowwwly dilating, I think I was at 5 around noon and 75% effaced. Finally around 4:15 pm I started feeling lots of pressure and pain from the pressure. I was at 9 with a lip and fully effaced. It hurt terribly but the epi didn't help with pressure pain, only contraction pain so there wasn't much I could do. Finally after an excruciating 45 min the Dr decided to see if I could push through the lip that was still left on my cervix. I pushed for 20 min and out he flew, much to their surprise (the dr thought his shoulder might be stuck). I held him right away and we rubbed off the vernix and junk. Dh cut his cord. It took another 10 min or so to deliver the placenta. He weighed 6 lbs 9 oz and is 19.5 inches long.

6/23/11: 6 lbs 9 ozs 19.5 inches
6/25/11 discharge from hospital: 6 lbs 5 ozs
6/28/11 checkup: 6 lbs 8 oz
7/8/11 checkup: 7 lbs 9 ozs 20.5 inches
8/23/11 2 mnths: 11 lbs 13 oz 23.5 inches

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Hunter's Space!

On Tuesday (7/5) I went in for my standard 37 week check-up. Up until this point, everything had been totally normal with the pregnancy. When I go in, they check my BP as usual. It was high, so she checked my other arm. Still high. I waited a bit then the doc ordered an NST. Hunter was doing fine and there were no proteins in my urine, so the doc told me to take it easy and to come back on Thursday.

On Wednesday the anticipation of learning about my BP drove me crazy. I went to 3 different pharmacy type places to see what it was myself (like CVS, etc). All 3 of them, the BP machine was out of order. Odd, right?

I come back Thursday and my BP is even higher. They send me straight back for another NST and Hunter is still doing just fine. They check my BP during the NST and it's not going down. The doc checks my cervix and I'm 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced. Since my BP is not going down and I'm 37w3d at this point, she decides to go ahead and induce me before me or the baby start to get sick.

After a mini "omg this is it" freak out with DH, off to the hospital we went. We got to the hospital at about noon that Thursday. We were sent to a sort of "waiting" room that is almost exactly like a postpartum room except on a different floor. They hook me up to all of the monitors and check my BP. It's normal...of course. They start the Cervidil around 2:30 and tell me they will leave it in for 12 hours. The goal is to get to 3 cm before moving to L&D, if I'm not there after 12 hours then they will put another one in. So, DH and I get into waiting mode. After we settle in, he runs out again to get some real food and a stack of DVD's to watch. By 10 pm, the contractions were very regular. They got me a birthing ball to use that helped with the pain, but keeping the monitors in place was VERY annoying. Hunter kept moving, I kept moving, and it seemed like every 10 minutes they were in to adjust his monitor because his HB kept falling off the screen.

At 2:30 am (12 hours after they put the Cervidil in) they checked me. I was just barely at 3 and about 60% effaced. Since it was the middle of the night and my contractions were regular, the Dr on call made the decision to not put a new one in, but let me contract on my own for a few hours. They checked me again at 5am and I was 3.5, time to move to L&D and start the Pitocin. They told me it would be a half hour to get a room. An hour came and went and no room. They said it would be another half hour again. Then it was shift change. Then it was a delay in finding a wheelchair. We actually had the head of the hospital come down and apologize for all of the delays. I was very annoyed at the time. My contractions had died off, so I knew that the longer I spent waiting around the longer the process was going to be. I had already been at the hospital for 21 hours at this point.

Around 9:30 am, we moved to L&D. I get the monitors all back on me again and they start the Pitocin. By 4ish, I had dilated to about 5 and they broke my water. The contractions almost immediately got much stronger. By 5, I was ready for the epidural. I hung around at 5 cm for a couple more hours. I started to get a terrible pain in my right hip. It was like my leg had fallen asleep and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I asked the nurse to help keep me moving from side to side every 15 or so minutes. It really helped with the pain and also help speed up me dilating. By 10:30, I felt everything in my butt. I had hit 7 and was 95% effaced. They told me they would check back in 2 hours because they didn't want to check me too often. At 12:30 they checked again and I was at 9.5. The nurse called the doc and said it was getting close. They again wanted to wait another hour before checking again. I had started to run a mild fever and was on the borderline of what they would call dangerous (apparently they get worried at 100.4 and I was at 100.3). They kept checking my temp and had me sit straight up for awhile. At this point, I had gotten my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th wind. At 1:30, they told me I was at 10 and could start pushing.

DH was amazing. He kept counting and would change up the tempo of his counting to help keep me focused. The TV had on "cash cab", so between contractions we could answer the trivia questions. It seems silly, but it helped keep me awake. After about 6 contractions, the baby was crowning. They called the doctor in and told me to hold off pushing until he got there. It was surprisingly hard *not* to push during the contractions. The doc and a flood of nurses all came in. Next thing I know the doc is telling me to go ahead and push. 2 more pushes and he's out at 2:25am.

Hunter had inhaled some fluid on his way out, so the nurse asked me not to try to feed him for about a half hour. It was difficult because the entire time we held him, he just kept making a sucking noise/face. Finally, she said I could and he latched on like a pro.

My fever never hit 100.4 and he was born without a fever, so we didn't have any worries there. We moved up into our postpartum room around 5 am. Luckily, since having him, my BP hasn't been off at all.

His *FIRST* picture, haha. The nurse told DH to "pose" for a picture while he cut the umbilical cord.

Mommy and baby

Little Hunter!

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Ava's Space

On July 10, I went for a picnic with my husband. We had a nice lunch and I munched on pineapple trying to induce myself Wink I was really tired, so we took a nap. Once, woke up I decided to read my book for a while. I got up, so I could get comfortable. When I stood up my water broke and it started gushing down my leg. I was so freaked out and started saying, “Ohmigod, I THINK MY WATER BROKE!”. My husband’s mouth fell open and everyone started staring at me like I was a freak! I was so in shock I couldn’t help, but be a little loud Smile I was only 37 weeks and 2 days, so I kept thinking that I had peed myself! My husband was laughing at me thinking I was crazy. I even went to the washroom in the park to see! I soon realized after the water kept coming and coming that it was not pee! I drove home with our picnic blanket under me!

When we got home my husband called the hospital and they said I should come in. We got to the hospital at 5:30 pm. I was a little worried because I wasn’t having contractions. I only started to have contractions at the hospital and they were not regular. The doctor checked me and I was 4cm dilated. I opted for an epidural. The epidural was not fun. It took two anesthesiologists over 45 mins to get it in properly. Apparently, I have a boney back. My husband said it looked unbelievably painful because they kept pricking me etc. When I turned around the bed was stained with lots of blood Sad

After, the epidural my contractions stopped and I wasn’t progressing. To make matters worse the monitor would not pick up any contractions, so the nurses and staff had to rely on me to tell them how fast they were etc.

They checked me again after a while and I was still 4cm. So, the doctor decided to give me meds to speed up the progress. To make a long story short around 5:30am the doctor checked me and I was fully dilated. She decided to wait till the baby moved down the canal some more, so I wouldn’t have to push like crazy. It didn’t really make a difference because when things got started I still had to push forever. I really felt like I wasn’t going to able to do it at one point. The doctor had to help the baby come out because her heart rate was slowing down. They used a small cup suction on her head.

At 6:42 am on July 11, Ava was born! She weighed 5.8 pounds.

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July 25 - She gained back all the weight she lost after birth and is up one ounce - 5pounds 14 ounces
August 7 - The doctor said she is doing amazing and is advanced for her age I am proud mama! She gained 1 pound 3 ounces and grew one inch in two weeks. So, she is 7 pounds 2 ounces now. She can lift her head and move it side to side when on her belly. The doctor let her go for a second as she almost rolled away! lol. He was surprised she could do that!
Sept 12 - She Weighs 9 pounds 4 ounces and is about 21 inces

1 month 1 week - Ava can hold her head up by herself. She also turned over when on belly.

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Liam Harrison S.
7/14/2011 (39w,1d)
10:01 a.m.
7lbs, 8oz, 19.25", 14.25" head circumference

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Collin's Birth Story:
Ok, so let me preface my birth story with the fact that with my second child I had contractions that were 10 min apart for about 7 hours, and then they jumped to 3 min apart. I only made it to the hospital 40 minutes before I delivered (I was complete when I got there, and I did not get my needed antibiotics). So I knew that this time, I wanted to get to the hospital in time, and that I would not necessarily progress with contractions that went 10 min apart, 5 min apart, etc.

On July 20th I woke up with what felt like gas pains. I have had BH with all 3 of my pregnancies starting in the beginning of the second trimester, but they are never painful. A little while after I woke up, I had a painful BH. I had back labor with my previous 2 pregnancies (related to having a really bad back/pelvis, not the baby being in the wrong position) and so this contraction was all in my lower back/pelvis. I tried to take it easy, and throughout the day I had irregular contractions that were still easy to talk/walk through.

As the day went on, I begin to wonder if I was actually going into labor. The last time, I had these contractions for a little while the day before I went into actual labor, and they went away, so I was not sure if this was it or not. We did not have anybody to come over at that time to watch our kids because my sister had gone out of town for the day and was not back yet (turns out she could not come back until the next day, but I did not know this at the time), so I decided to drive myself to the hospital just to be checked out and see if this was the real thing so that I could call my in laws to come (they live about an hour and a half away) and so that I could get my antibiotics in time. On the way to the hospital I had 2 contractions, but was able to drive no problem.

When I got to the hospital it was 9pm and I was 3cm, 100% effaced, -2 to -1 station (I had been 1cm, 70%, and -1 at the doctor's office the Friday before), so it was not clear yet if I was in labor yet. My doctor decided to admit me, give me the antibiotics, and monitor me. At first my contractions seemed to space out, but then they picked up again like they had started to at home. At around 11pm, I got my antibiotics, and started to feel stronger more frequent contractions. I wanted to make sure my husband had time to call his parents to come and watch my son and daughter so he could come to the hospital, so I asked my nurse to check me. I was 4cm and the baby had come down more. So at 11:30 I called my husband and told him to call his parents and have them start driving down so that he could come over to the hospital because it seemed that this was the real thing.

While on the phone with him, my contractions started to get even closer together and were about 4-5 min apart. I had gone without pain meds for the birth of my son and was going to try and do it again. For the next hour I labored with strong back contractions and waited for my husband. At about 12:50 I needed to go to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, I had three back to back very painful contractions. I went back to the bed and sat down as I had another one, and my water broke. I immediately knew my husband was going to miss the birth, and I started getting very emotional. It was 12:55 when I called him and spoke to him just long enough to let him know what was going on before I had to hang up. The way I reacted my nurse knew the delivery was going to be quick so she called for help. They got me into the bed and my body immediately started pushing on it's own. There were 4 nurses in the room and the charge nurse said "I guess I get the honors". I could not stop the pushing, but was doing my best to slow it down in hopes my doctor would get there in time. The nurses all had a look on their face that said she was not going to make it in time. Plus you have to remember that I am a post partum/nursery nurse on nights, so these people are my co-workers and know me differently than the average patient, so I could tell they were concerned and felt bad about the situation.

My doctor walked in at about 1:07 am, did not even have time to put on a gown, just gloves and my son was born at 1:10 am. I immediately said "it's a boy" before anyone else even saw (we did not know the sex). He weighed 8 pounds, 0.6 oz and was 20 in long. My husband walked in at 1:22 am. I was so upset that he missed it. So in two hours I went from 4 cm to birth, and 15 min after my water broke I delivered my son. The only reason my husband missed it was because there had been unforeseen traffic in the middle of the night on the freeway and a trip that normally takes about an hour and 20 min in the day, took my in laws an hour and 45 min at night. We only live 10 min from the hospital, and he said he drove it in 7 min.

This was such a crazy experience, and although there was nothing I could have done to change it, it makes me sad that this was the last time I will give birth and I had no one with me besides the nurses, and I have no pictures at the actual time of birth.

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Dane's Space

*July 20th...7 lbs 14 oz...20.5 inches*


Your guess:
Date: July 14th (I'm being optimistic here, lol)
Time: 8:05 am
Weight: 7lbs 4 oz
Length: 20.5"
Gender (if you don't know): Already know it's a boy

Date: July 20th
Time: 2:53 pm
Weight: 7lbs 14 oz (hey, only 10 oz off, LOL!)
Length: 20.5" (yay got this one right!)
Gender (if you don't know): Definitely still a boy

We got to the hospital about 7:15 am Wednesday morning for our induction. By 8, they had us in a room and got me hooked up to monitors. About 15 minutes later, my doctor popped in surprisingly (his office is across town so I didn't expect to see him until the end) and he said he wanted to break my water before he went back to his office. DH & I were both really surprised since I wasn't even hooked up to an IV yet, let alone progressing yet. He tracked down my L&D nurse (who was amazing BTW) and then checked me (I was a "full" 1 cm) and then tried to break my water. Apparently I have a bag of steel and after about 3 minutes of trying to hook it with the crochet hook thing, he decided to try the metal end of an internal fetal heart rate monitor (or at least I'm 95% sure that is what it was). All I heard was the word "scalpel" and I freaked until I saw what he was using. It took him another minute or two before he was able to get it, but finally it ruptured & the water was clear. My OB took off and my L&D nurse got me hooked up on the IV fluids and asked if I was planning on getting an epidural. I told her absolutely and she said he could probably come in now so she went for him & a half hour later, I was all hooked up and she then started Pitocin. About a half hour later, I noticed a spot in my left hip that wasn't going numb and I was feeling my contractions still in that spot (I was contracting when I got there so they weren't the horrible Pitocin contractions yet), so the nurse had the anesthesiologist come back in (he was awesome) and he got it all fixed for me but it resulted in my right leg completely going DEAD. Like zero feeling. It was quite funny actually. The nurse did another check and I was at 3 cm already so I was pretty stoked that I was making progress already so quickly (this is maybe an hour after the Pitocin was started). So DH & I just sat there talking for the next few hours with lots of discussion about the baby's name; I had decided to give him a few names to choose from and he'd get to pick it once he was born. Anyway, once noon rolled around, the nurse checked me again and I was only 4 cm. I was a little disappointed because the first few had gone quickly and then it had taken this long to make it one more centimeter so I figured I was due for a long wait to get to 10. I was also anxiously watching the baby's heart rate on the monitor because with my previous labor, my DD had decels with my contrax and they'd threatened a c-section if she didn't recover quickly a few times which was scary. But the nurse told me that he was looking great even though the HB was lower (110's-120's) so that helped me worry a little less. By about 1 pm, I was starting to feel this weird area of pain across my hips in the front and I figured my epidural was having issues again so I told my nurse who said she'd like to check me again before calling the anesthesiologist. I figured that was worthless but I was wrong - I was at 7 cm!! So she said had me move positions a little (I needed help with how numb I was) and that fixed the painful spot, and then said she had a feeling we didn't have a lot of time so she was going to start getting the room prepared for the baby. About 45 minutes later, the room was set up and she decided to do another check and as soon as she lifted my sheet, she said "I bet you're complete" because there was quite a bit of blood. She checked and I was in fact fully dilated so she said she was going to call my OB who was at his office 20 minutes away and get him moving. He said he was just finishing up with an appointment and would hit the road, so she said we'd start pushing as soon as he got there. I was still so numb that I couldn't even feel pressure so I was completely okay with that figuring it would give him a chance to drop into the birth canal even further.

My OB finally arrived about 2:30 and after getting into his baby catching gown (and putting shoe covers on because he had his "good shoes" on, LOL) he had me start pushing. For some reason, be it my rock hard uterus or the baby's position or the fact that I couldn't really adjust my body, pushing was incredibly uncomfortable (actually painful) in my ribs - I honestly thought if I curled any further I might break a rib. After a few contractions/sets of pushing, my doctor said the baby just wasn't moving down very well, mainly because he was twisted around and had his head tilted so he was kind of stuck on my pelvis. Ironically, I had this exact same problem with my DD and it took a lot of pushing in awkward positions to get her unstuck (I actually pulled a muscle severely in my back trying to push her out!). But my OB, who hadn't been present during 90% of the pushing during my labor with DD, said he was just thinking of using the vacuum. I found that terrifying since I don't know much about it other than that it seems like a lot of women tear WAY bad when they are used so with the next contraction I gave it my all, straining my shoulder in the process from pulling so hard on my own legs, but it just wasn't enough and my OB said that he was going to just use the vacuum and get the baby out. They kept losing his HB on the monitor too so I think that was also a factor. So with the next contraction, he hooked the little suction cup on his head and pulled as I pushed and I heard him say "Yup, that's all we needed" - apparently it got his head unhooked and he slid right down and the next contraction, his head was out (which of course is an amazing but really disturbing moment). He got him suctioned out a bit and then with one more contraction, I pushed his shoulders out and the rest of him followed behind! At 2:53, our little boy was officially out (took about 15 minutes of pushing is all). I was blown away at how fast it was there. Both my doctor and the L&D nurse commented on how big he was, but he ended up "only" being 7 lbs 14 oz when they thought he was going to be like 8 1/2 lbs. He is 20.5" long which is 1.5" longer than my DD! His APGARS were 8 & 9 I believe. I asked DH what his name was & he said he clearly looked like a Dane, which I totally agreed with, so that was that.

He has TONS of thick, dark hair and I've had multiple nurses ask me when they see him initially what ethnicity my DH is to get that hair (obviously if he isn't standing there because my DH is super blonde and white LOL). He has been a very good baby so far though a little overly sleepy and I've had a hard time making sure he eats on the BFing schedule the hospital wants him on, but he is getting a little better as time goes on. He does latch on really well if he is awake and hungry, then eats for a good amount of time so already better than my DD. It is really surreal that we have 2 kids now (especially when my DD came to visit and we had all 4 of us here). Speaking of my DD, she is doing fairly well with him, at least about what I expected. She ignored him at first, but then wanted to hold him (with help of course) and was trying to pet his face LOL. It will take a while for her to learn how to treat him gently! She was mostly disturbed at the fact that when she went to leave with my mom I had to stay here and cried a bit. I feel like I'm "cheating" on her with the new baby, but I know it will feel less like that once we get home and into a routine. I heard it a million times but I really am surprised how my heart just doubled in size when he was born and I already love him so much.

As far as recovery, it hasn't been bad. I was able to avoid an episiotomy this time (yay!) but did tear a bit upwards although it didn't go to my urethra so it hasn't really bothered me much. I did have issues getting my bladder to empty (again! same problem last time) but finally was able to figure out that muscle again and it has been smooth sailing since. I physically feel a TON better than after my last labor, aside from the cramping that has been pretty awful (especially if I don't get my pain pills on schedule). They were right that those after pains are worse with your 2nd than your 1st, and I hear they only get worse! Anyway, otherwise I am really feeling great and could have honestly gone home the same day I had him if that had been an option. I should get to leave sometime tomorrow though so no biggie. It has actually been nice to spend a little bonding time with Dane before we get home and I have to put so much attention towards my DD.

7/26 - Had his first pedi appointment (although we had to see a different pedi than our regular one - bummer). The dr said his circ is healing well, he looked a little jaundiced but nothing to worry about, and otherwise looked great! We don't know what his discharge weight was (they didn't do it...oops), but he is already back to birth weight + a little. He was 7lbs 14 3/4 oz (40%) and 20 3/4" (75%) - such a difference from my DD who is barely on the charts being so small!
8/4 - 2 week appointment went really well. He is up to 8 lbs 12 oz & 21". Go to see our regular pedi and she said he looked perfect plus gave me the okay to let him sleep as long as he wants during night hours!! He had to do his heel blood draw and didn't even cry for a second, just sucked on his pacifier aggressively. I was shocked as my DD screamed bloody murder when they did hers.
8/20 - 1 month old! :eek: He weighs approx. 10 1/4 lbs already (soooo big compared to my DD at this age). He is a great sleeper, normally sleeping from about 11-4:30 or so and then sleeping a lot of day. He is still doing great with BFing & is such a happy, easy baby! He started smiling on 8/18 @ exactly 4 weeks also Smile
11/15 - almost 4 months old! At 3 months, he was 13 lbs 3 oz (48%) and 25" (84%?) and is still growing like a weed. He is starting to wear 6 month sized clothes which fit great in the arms & legs, but are baggy on his torso. He started laughing right around 3 months and sleeps most nights from 10-5, eats, then sleeps until 8-9. His napping is still all over the place as far as routines go, but it hasn't been a problem so far so we just go with it.

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Olivia Evelyn Teodora
July 16, 2011 @ 5:40pm
9lbs 10oz, 20in

On Thursday, July 14th, i went in for my weekly NST/biophysical at 38wks Baby continued to measure closer to 40wks, and was estimated to be around 8.5 lbs. My fluid was on the lower side and the Dr was not liking how my feet continued to swell and was now going into my calves, although my BP was fine. So, it was induction time.

We were orginially schudled for Friday morning, but late Thrs we got a call saying the hosptial was too busy and short staffed.... we did a NST at the Dr office to make sure baby was not stressed and she was doing fine. I was 4cm dialated and i think 70% effaced.... Saturday morning it was.

We arrived at 530am, got checked in and changed, ready to go. They did not start the meds at this time because they were not sure if they would have the staff available (the nurse was calling nurses in) Then Gretchen, my midwife came in around 725am and broke my water. For having low fluid, i sure felt a lot come out. It was warm and did not hurt at all. I started to have stronger contractions- although nothing too intense. I think they were like 6 mins apart. They gave me about an hour to contract on my own and then started the pitcoicin, they were worried i could labor like this all day, so i said 'cool-let's get this show on the road, i wanna meet my daughter.' Pit contractions were a little stronger and def. more consistant and closer together. After about 1 hour, i asked to be checked cuz i wanted to get the epidural, but didn't want to get it tooo early. I was at a 5/5.5, so i got the epi. It did not hurt and was not NEARLY as horrible as i thought it was going to be. Unfort, after about 30-45mins i started to get intense pain on my right side - in my hip bone and lower gut area.....the epi was not working correctly. They tried giving me more and changing my positions, but it didn't help - i had to get another epidural. The second time around, i was at 7cm and in A LOT of pain....when it would radiate in my hip bone. Apparently, it was Olivia trying to move through the pelvis...
2nd Epi worked wonders and it was time to get some sleep --hahahahaha.
No later then like 30 mins did i have the urge to push.... we called the nurse and i was at 9.5cm and i had just a teeny tiny piece of cervix that had to get around the lip of her forhead....they told me to go ahead and give into the urge to push. I did that for awhile and then i was checked one more time and it was time to push for real.

I was exhausted - we had been up since 4am, with no sleep during the day and now it was time - I think it was about 415pm at this point.... I began pushing and i was soooo tired and just wanted her out. Gretchen got a mirror so i could see the pushes that were working and the ones that weren't.....this helped big time and i was pushing far more efficantly when i could see her head coming closer and closer. I felt A LOT of pressure and that 'ring of fire'. I knew once i got through that 'ring of fire' that her head would be out - so i pushed and i kept going. My DH was a rockstar helping and encouraging me. Gretchen was also a HUGE help and at 540pm, my sweet little angel was born. I had my eyes closed at that last push and Gretchen went 'julie, julie, look, grab your daughter' and i reached down and there she was...

She was VERY purple and was not breathing. I remember saying 'make her cry, why isn't she breathing, make her cry, make her breathe' While the nurse was rubbing her to get her to breathe, she make two little squeek noises and i felt sooo much better. I kept saying 'OMG, i can't believe she's here, i can't believe she's here.'

I told DH to stay with Olivia, since they put her on some O2, they stichted me up,
a light 2nd degree tear, and started to work on my placenta. I could hear and see Olivia breathing and crying so i just watched her. My DH had a very worried look on his face as the Dr's and nurses tried getting my placenta to come.....i just remember seeing a bunch of people and talk of surgery and my DH wanted to come to my side but people were running around and i just told him, stay with the baby. My placenta was NOT coming and it was either try manually or surgery. I remember asking, 'am i going to be okay?' The Dr came in and manually tried to get the placenta and while he was elbow deep, i felt EVERYTHING in my stomach....it HURT SOOOOOOOOO much. I lost A LOT of blood (which is what DH was seeing) They did get the placenta and they had to wait at least 2 hours before they would clear me, incase i had to have surgery. Thankfully, i did not.

I finally got some skin to skin with Olivia and she ended up turning purple -so they took her away to get oygen and hooked her to a moniter to check her blood levels. She pinked up and hasn't had any issues since then, in regards to her turning purple.

How she's doing now - she did have some symptoms from my gestational diabetes, and her sugars are very low. I have had to supplement with formula to get her levels to increase and currently, she has had several draws that have been in the 50's and 60's (where we want them) On Sunday she was in the 30's and 40s' and was placed in the nursery care and hooked up to IV's around 3am. She currently is also fighting jaundice and her billiruban just increased again....she's been under the lights for 3 days now. I'm not sure when she'll be released, but i tell ya -- leaving her at the hosptial has been SO VERY HARD..... Luckily my milk seems to be increasing now and i'm able to give the nurses that to give to her. I do nurse her with the SNS tube (she nurses on my breast, and has a tube connected to the formula, so she gets both at the same time) and i enjoy the skin to skin time i have with her.

8/28/2011- rolled from tummy to back today. What a great bday gift for DH Smile

Dr. Visits --
1 month -10lbs 7oz, 21.5inches
2 month - 12lbs 4oz, 22inches

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I started my maternity leave on Monday, July 11 and started sleeping late and being up most of the night. I went to my appt. on Tuesday, July 12 and had dilated to 2cm, was 70% effaced, and baby was at 0 station. I already had an appt. scheduled for that Friday, the 15th, so she wanted me to have an NST and ultrasound done on that day as well, if I made it that far, which I said I probably would. Well, on the evening of July 13/morning of July 14 I was up late watching Grey's Anatomy on netflix. At 1230am I felt and heard a pop. Initially I thought wow, that was a really solid kick! But then it dawned on me that it was most likely my water, and then I felt a small trickle, went to the bathroom and saw a small amount of green fluid, so I knew he had passed his meconium. I called the after hours call service and they had the on call midwife call me back. I spoke with the midwife and she told me to come to L&D triage. We got there at about 2am (I took a quick shower first since I had yet to take one that day:rolleyes:) and they hooked me up to the monitors. It was so nice to hear his heartbeat. Smile I had just started having contractions about half way to the hospital. And the funny thing is, DH had gone to bed and then got up a half hour before my water broke because he couldn't sleep. After the nurse hooked me up to the monitors, she did a sterile speculum exam to check for amniotic fluid and found none. Then the midwife came to talk to me and she also did an exam for fluid and didn't find evidence of any. She suggested that I simply lost my mucous plug. I informed her I lost my plug 2 weeks prior and I heard and felt my water break, plus I saw the fluid and it was green. I was still only 2cm dilated like I was 2 days prior, so they were considering sending me home, but then they suggested that I walk up and down the halls to see if my cervix changed. I made one pass down the hallway when suddenly my contractions became unbearable and I had a strong urge to evacuate my bowels. I went to the bathroom and was unable to get off the toilet my contractions were so bad. I ended up being holed up in the bathroom for an hour before the nurse came back, and my poor husband got locked out of the triage area trying to find a nurse for me. Once I was out of the bathroom, the nurse checked me again and I was 5cm. They admitted me and moved me to L&D. That was the longest walk of my life.

I finally manage to make it to my room and get in bed so the nurse can start an IV, but it takes her 5 attempts to get the damn IV in a vein. My contrax were so intense though, I hardly noticed her poking me that many times. I opted to have IV pain meds first for some immediate relief, but before I could get it, I had to sign a butt load of paper work first, which wasn't easy with the contrax I was having. I was breathing so hard I nearly blew the papers off the table! I got the paper work signed and finally got some pain meds. It didn't help much with the pain, but it did knock me out enough to be able to sleep for a while before the pain became to intense again. They came in and checked me around the same time the contrax started to become too much for me to handle and I was 8-9cm. I'm not sure what time this happened, but I think it may have been sometime around 7am. I know that I had gotten to 5cm at around 330am. After they checked me, I asked for the epidural. The nurses adamantly tried to talk me out of it saying I was doing great with my labor, progressing fast, and that the epi would only slow it down. I insisted though, and my husband did as well, and then they finally called the anesthesiologist and I got the epi. Let me tell you, that epi was wonderful. I was finally comfortable and took the opportunity to get some restful sleep before I had to start pushing. At around 9am they checked me again and I was 10cm. They had me do a few pushes to bring the head down before the midwife came in. Because I got the epi so late and it was so effective, I wasn't really feeling anything to know when to push. When I did feel pressure, they had me push. It got a little scary though because Gordon's heart rate slowed down dramatically while I was pushing and after. They suspected the umbilical cord was getting pinched so it was taking him a little time to recover from the pushing. They put the internal monitor on his head so they had a more accurate reading and had me change positions to help. It freaked me out hearing it drop so much, that every time I pushed, I pushed hard to get him out. They gave me an episiotomy because they were afraid I was gonna tear. I was grateful for the epi because I didn't feel anything. In fact, it didn't wear off until about 4 hours after delivery! I ended up pushing for about an hour, hour and a half, and at 1041am, Gordon was apart of our world! He was completely green when he came out, so they cut the cord, and the nurses intubated and suctioned out his airway before he cried to prevent aspiration of the meconium. Once he was cleaned up, they gave him to DH while I got sewed up. My sister made it about 40 mins before he was born which was great.

So, that's my birth story! Overall, Gordon is a great baby. He is an awesome eater and gained 6.5oz a week after birth! He's not exactly sleeping through the night, but is getting better about sleeping for longer periods of time at night. He has a check up tomorrow so I'm eager to see how much weight he's gained and much length he's gained. I just can't believe that one moment I was pregnant, and then I wasn't. It's weird looking at myself in the mirror now. I am so glad he's hear. Every time I look at him I want to cry cuz I love him so much!

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Sadie Vivian's Birth Story:
After all that time of trying to not have her, I had to have a c-section. So her birth story is not that involved. We had to be at the hospital at 5 am. We got there and they started an iv, put in a catheter, and prepped me for surgery. This was my first c-section, so I was pretty nervous. Finally at 7:30, it was time. I walked into the operating room and sat on the table. The doctors were already in there talking and counting instruments. We talked a bit as the spinal took effect. I felt like my legs were floating up off the table. Finally, they let my DH come into the room. I could not feel a thing until they started pushing her out. She was born at 7:39. I got to see her and then they cleaned her up. The doctors decided to look around to check out my insides because they are so abnormal. Then they began to close me back up. DH got to carry Sadie to the nursery to be cleaned up and to do all of her other evaluations and things. I was wheeled to recovery and he brought her back in to me. The nurses then took me to my room where I was able to nurse Sadie for the first time. I must say that a c-section is much more painful afterward than a vaginal birth.

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Alexander was due on July 4th, 2011.

I had been very lucky throughout my pregnancy with no pain and minimal discomfort and had enjoyed my last day of work on June 24th. I woke up the morning of June 26th with mild cramps, but no thoughts that it could mean our precious boy would soon be joining the world.

I quickly found myself spending the day cleaning, organizing, and shopping through sporadic bursts of discomfort and by 6pm it was necessary to get up and walk around through each contraction which were now coming anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes apart. At this point, I was still going through my day like normal – cooking supper, hosting book club, and seeing Troy leave to play hockey. It wasn’t until 11pm - with Troy home and playing video games – that I finally realized it could be the real deal and we began timing the contractions to find they were averaging about 1 minute in length every 7 minutes or so.

At midnight we went to the hospital where we were told that the baby could very well be coming tonight, but that I was not far enough along to be certain and I was sent home. At 4am when we headed back to the hospital contractions were now about 3 ½ minutes apart and although we were admitted, we were warned it could still be another 6 hours or more before we saw any significant change. By this time, the pain was very intense but Troy was extremely supportive and we managed to get through without any medication.

Surprisingly, at 6:30am the nurses informed us that the baby was very low and that we were now getting close to the end, and it was at 7:15am that we were joined by the doctor to start the final stretch before meeting our little bundle of joy.

Alexander Michael was born at 8:34am on June 27th, 2011. He was 39 weeks to the day, and 6lbs 11oz, 18.8inches. Apgar scores were 9 and 9.

Height and Weight:
Birth: 6lbs 11 oz, 18.8in
Discharge: 6lbs 2oz, 18.8in

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Birth Story:
On Monday July 4th, I was 35 weeks, 3 days. I went to L&D at my local hospital for my NST at 9am. I was having regular contractions 5 min apart for approx 1 min in length. They were strong enough I could feel them but not strong enough to take my breath away. After my NST was finished, they decided to keep me and monitor me for another hour with an IV. I was also to be checked before and after the additional monitoring. Well, with the IV my contractions slowed and became irregular. Before and after checks were the same at closed to maybe a fingertip. I was released to go home.

On Thursday July 7th, I was 35 weeks, 6 days. I went to the local hospital for an u/s, NST and OB appt starting at 1pm. I was starting not feel well at work that morning. I picked up lunch on the way to the u/s but just couldn't get it down. The u/s was miserable. I couldn't breath laying flat on my back and if I tried to roll to my side my hips/pelvis area would hurt very badly but I toughed it out. The u/s showed baby A was measuring 37 weeks, 4 days and 7lb 3 oz. Baby B was measuring 36 weeks, 6 days and 6 lbs 10 oz. After the u/s and while at the NST, several people made comments about how I did no look well. I was thinking it might be the on start of labor as I felt the same way the day I went into labor with Izzie. However, I was 1 day shy of my goal of 36 weeks - which is what I had to hit to be able to deliver at my local hospital. During the NST, I was contracting regularly again. Dr decided to check me after NST but I was still closedto maybe a fingertip. She did set a c-sec date of July 15th, when I would be 37 weeks (she was leaving fo a week long vacation the day after). She said she had talked to the university dr's and they said it would be safe for her to deliver my twins at any point now. However, after talking to me about how I was feeling and discussing her work schedule (she was scheduled off for a three day weekend and the other dr in the clinic would be on call) she decided she would just deliver the babies tonight at the end of her shift. However, it dawned on her I was 7 hours short of being 36 weeks, so she would have to ship me to the university hospital. She told me if I was still having contractions and still feeling bad at midnight to come in to L&D and she would deliver the twins then. I went home and the contractions were pretty miserable. I took two baths in the whirl pool bath tub in my room to relax and try to get them to start. I told myself if I could sleep through the contractions, I would not go in. So I took some tylenol and got in the bath. I seemed to be able to relax and get some sleep. My dr called me twice from her personal cell phone to see how I was doing. She was just as excited if not more to deliver the twins. She had never delivered twins at this local hospital because they always had to be shipped to te university hospital for one reason or another. On Friday she had the nurses call me and check on me. The contractions were still coming just not as strong and more random. Something else strange began to happen that weekend as well. My blood sugar levels were really low regardless of what I ate. They got so low I ended up cutting back on my medicine until I wasn't taking it anymore. It seems as if overnight my gestational diabetes had disappeared.

I made it all the way through the weekend so I decided to go to work on Monday morning (July 11th) to finish up some stuff before I went on maternity leave. I knew I was still having contractions and I knew I had an NST today at 3pm, so I decided to pack my bag that morning and put it in the car before I left for work. I wanted to make sure I had a camera on hand just in case. I also did not eat lunch, as you cannot eat for so many hours before surgery. I wanted to be ready if she decided to deliver them. I just had a feeling the dr would take them at the end of her shift. Well, the NST showed regular contractions again and it showed a couple of spots where Eastons heart rate was slowing. When I was checked I was a full 1cm dialated. When we talked about the low blood sugar levels, she told me it was a sign the placenta(s) are in the process of dying. She said with the u/s results from last week and the information she had this week, she thought it was better to just deliver them.

The nurses rolled me down to L&D from the clinic. I called my husband and told him what was going on along with my mom. I asked her to pick up DD and keep her until we knew a time or it got closer (I didn't think DD could sit still that long). This is when things started to go not as smoothly as desired. The surgical nurses came in to get me around 5 something. You could tell they weren't exactly thrilled to be stuck over at work. They were trying to cover up how they really felt but you knew what they were thinking. I got the spinal and although it did not hurt very much, it took him forever to get it in right. It wasn't a smooth process. While in there is was kind of choas. For some reason they couldn't use the big surgical room so they were trying to retro fit the small one. They could not figure out how to get both baby beds to work in the room, so they took one of them out and put them in another room. Then they decided they needed them both in the same room and brought the bed back. They then worked to retro fit it. I in the mean time was just kind of watching all the chaos. When the dr came in and started to get ready to cut she asked if I could feel this (knife in my belly), well down low I could not, up high I could. So they tilted me backwards to get the medicine higher up. Eventually I could not feel the tip of the knife but I knew I could still feel more than I could when I had my csec with DD. During the csec, I started having lots of pain, I asked for more medicine, he gave me more but not fast enough, I started to feel sick so he gave me something for the nausousness. The babies were born but were taken straight to their beds and I did not get to see them. With DD she held her over the curtain so I could see her before they checked her. I was able to bear the pain while my babies were coming out but afterwards was torture. I kept telling them I could feel too much, I was in pain but it never went away. They were doing a tubal on me and I could barely stay on the table. I was clinching these metal poles on each side of me trying to get through the pain. At the beginning of the tubal they took the babies out of the room and my DH left too. I didn't get to see or hear how the babies were doing. I was never so relieved for anything to be over in all my life.

There is more but I will have to finish later.....

The rest of the story......

After I got out of the OR, I was in recovery for a half hour or so before I finally got rolled into my room. Ashton was in the room but Easton was not. They said both babies initally were OK but Easton started having some breathing problems so they were watching him more closely. My mom, my maternal grandma, my DD and my DH were all in the room. There I finally heard their stats. Easton was born at 6:16pm weighing 7lbs 7oz and was 19.5 inches long. Ashton was born 7lbs 0oz and was also 19.5 inches long. My family tells me you can tell the difference in the boys but I still haven't seen Easton (he is also the one I never saw an u/s scan of his face either. He was always hiding). They also told me both boys had the same blood type, O+ so I needed another Rh shot. It wasn't long before they brought Easton back in the room and said he was fine. They did say it was rare for Baby A to have breathing issues, it is usually baby B. They gave the babies a bath and told me to rest.

Unfortunately I didn't end up getting much rest that night. They kept checking my urine output and it was low, so they kept giving me IV fluids. I would go through a whole bag in just under an hour. I think I went through 7 bags of IV fluids that night and my urine output never went up high enough. Eventually they ran a blood test and determined I didn't have enough blood. So they started giving me bags of blood too. They had to run another IV for the blood. The nurses came in to start the IV but were having a hard time getting it as I was too swollen (too much fluids not leaving the body) and ended up going through a couple of veins before they got the second one in. The bags of blood took a long time to input, I think it was about 2.5 hours per bag and then it was always followed by a small bag of fluids. I also started a fever sometime through the night so they started me on 3 sets of anitbiotics (given by IV) also. I think each bag takes about 30 min. To get my urine output up they gave me some sort of pill to make me go pee more but it also screwed up my digestive tract and I was full of gas and the runs (sorry if TMI) when I couldn't even get out of bed. I had an IV in each arm going continuously, a cath in to measure output every hour, and I was so sore I could hardly move.

When the dr came in the second day I hadn't had much sleep at all and was in pain. She felt my stomach and decided my uterus was way high and full of a large blood clot. She decided to do a procedure to remove the blood clot. Basically that was to put her hand up in my uterus and pull it out while I was laying in bed, the only medicine they would give me is morphine, they wouldn't put me out. They warned me over and over it was going to hurt like hell and they weren't joking. Imagine the worst pain you have ever felt in your life and multiply it. She asked me repeatedly not to hit her because she said that would be my first reaction. I gripped hold of the sides of the bed and screamed while she attempted the first time. She didn't even get up into my uterus. The second time they asked me to relax as much as possible and it would go faster. She attempted again and got into my uterus but I couldn't keep my hips on the bed. I was crying/screaming. It felt like she was at my throat. She was crying for me because she felt so bad. She gave up and ordered a surgery for me so they could put me out and they could do a D&C. They surgical nurses came and got me for the D&C (a different set) and we got to be in the good surgical room. They put me right to sleep and I was glad. I didn't feel anything and I got a little bit of sleep. When I got out of surgery, I felt better. I still needed more blood and more antiobiotics so the IV's continued. I think I got 4 bags of blood total. I was still sore and still suffering from digestive tract issues. I was humiliated as I had to use a bed pan several times. After this trip to L&D I have no pride left. I was hoping to get my cath out by the end of the day but when my numbers came back in, no such luck. My output still wasn't high enough.

That night the nurses did the best they could to let me sleep as much as possible. They would come in and check my urine and change IV's as quietly as possible not to wake me. They did help me to get out of bed twice to go #2 on the actual potty instead of in bed which was nice too. I was hoping everything would be normal by the morning.

This morning when I awoke I was feeling pretty good but my blood numbers were still low. I needed more blood. I asked to take the cath out and at first they said no. There was a problem getting my new order for blood because when they took my blood sample it came back positive for an anitbody (which is because they gave me that RH shot) so they had to send it out for more testing before they could give me the blood. I asked for a shower, so the nurse helped me arrange a shower with IV's in both hands and a cath. I just had to put on glove and tape them up so they didn't get wet and put the cath bag at the bottom of the outside of the tub. After the shower, the dr decided I could get my cath out as long as the nurses continued to measure my input and output. Which basically meant I just had to pee in a bowl. Things were looking up. I got a shower, got the cath out, got to put on my own clothes, and got to move around a bit before the blood was approved to give to me. I got the blood and the antibiotics this afternoon. One of the IV's started to blow up my hand, so they had to take it out. I am down to one IV in my right hand. I finally could get around enough to spend some time with the boys, which is really nice. My digestive system slowed down this morning and everything looked like it was heading for normal.

However, after dinner the nurses turned in my urine input and output numbers and they are going the wrong direction. So the cath had to return and I am back in a hospital gown. This made me slightly depressed. Then at 10pm they had to check my blood again and it also was not high enough. At 10:30pm they decided I needed to prep for a CT scan to see where the blood is going, so I started to drink some stuff I needed for the new orders. Then after about 10 minutes of forcing this down, the dr called back and decided not to do the CT scan tonight, she wants me to sleep tonight. So the nurses are on strict orders not to distrub me and to help me sleep as much as possible. I am depressed because I feel like I am going backwards and still no one seems to know what is going on. I am very frustrated at this point. I was supposed to get out of the hospital tomorrow, but who knows what will happen now.

The End:

In the morning my numbers still had not changed, I was still in the critical region. They decided to give me more blood. They told me they would retest me at 5pm and decide if I should go home that evening or wait another night. They told me the boys were good and were ready to go home. The ped. said she would contact the insurance company and start working with them to keep the boys in the hospital as long as I was. While waiting for the blood, I got some good news - they told me they would take the cath out and I could take a shower. Thank heavens. The afternoon went really slowly. They did give the boys a bath though and we took some pics of them. They had "thing 1" and "thing 2" outfits on.

My numbers came back as stable, so the dr asked me what I wanted to do. She said she was comfortable with me leaving or me staying so she wanted to do whatever I felt most comfortable with. I decided I wanted to go home. Check out took a couple of hours but I think we were home around 7:30pm. It was nice to be home.

That night I woke the boys up every three hrs to eat and change their diaper, otherwise they slept through the night in their crib. I am very happy about that! DD was terrible at night and wasn't expecting much better this time but the boys are great.

I had some unexpected problems. I was still extremely sore and swollen. I could sleep well, I hurt to much. I could only sleep on my back and I couldn't breath well on my back. The swelling in my feet/legs were so bad I have never seen them this big. The skin is pulled so tight it hurts. I was sleeping with my feet up trying to get the swelling to go down but then I started worrying about the fluid getting up into my lungs/heart. I was worried I might never wake up (a bit extreme I know but it was a fear in the back of my mind). Every time I had difficulty breathing I would freak out a little more. So on Friday I called the dr to tell her about the pressure I felt on my chest and my difficulty breathing. She told me to come in right away and to go to the emergency room. In the ER, they did a bunch of tests, EKG, Xray, CT scan, blood tests, etc. They confirmed nothing was majorily wrong - no fluid bluid up or blood clots near any major organs, so I felt better. A huge weight seemed to be lifted even if I didn't physically feel any better. They said the discomfort was just do to everything I had been through this week and it will just take time to get back to normal.

It is now day 3 from being out of the hospital. The swelling in my legs/feet is still unreal. They said it will take several weeks to get all this fluid out of my body. My stomach is still sore but just starting to show some improvement. With DD, I felt like I had mostly recovered by the time I left the hospital, with this preg I was not. I am trying to do the recovery at home while taking care of the twins and a toddler. I think it is slowing the recovery process down but I am moving forward.

I am just very glad it is over and I can't wait to feel/look like myself again.

I am very lucky though. The boys are great and I love them to death.

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Hopefully I have enough time to get it all down Wink

Well, I suppose it starts on Friday, July 8, 2011, with some spotting, which continued through the next day, along with that "crampy" feeling. Ryan & I settled down that night & watched a few movies & went to bed. At around 5:30 I woke up to pee...I was feeling very crampy at this point, but since I had to pee so badly, I attributed the cramps to that fact. I dozed off until 5:40, when I woke up, cramping again. I had a pretty good idea why & at 5:50 when I felt another, I tapped Ryan & told him what was up, then said I'd wake him when it was time to go if he wasn't up yet.
I piddled around for awhile, washing clothes, bathing, playing on the computer, etc. The contractions were still 10 min apart...then they started getting closer & a little longer. At around 9, I called the hospital to double-check protocol (I thought I was supposed to wait til they were 3 to 5 minutes apart), but the chick said to come in. Or rather, she said something like "Uhh...if yer in labor then you needa get to a hospital. I's 'posed to tell you that." Like I said on my facebook...who am I to argue with such a professional? Anyhoo, I wanted to take a shower, so I woke Ryan & asked him if he could be ready in an hour. He mumbled something that sounded a whole lot like "Yes", but when I got out the shower 30 minutes later, he was still asleep :rolleyes:. All I could imagine was having a baby on the kitchen floor while his hungover *** went through his daily routine of 3 cups of coffee, lol. I finally got him up & ready to go. But first...I needed to stop at Target for a nursing bra & a robe. That seemed to amuse everyone, for some reason.
I got to the hospital at around 11:30 & after I discovered admit was closed on weekends (just my luck) & finally learned from a security guard where to go, I made it up to L & D at around 12ish. I met Beverly, the nurse who would make my life suck for the next few hours & got my nake on. I first learned how I would end up disliking her when she checked my cervix...OH MY GAWD, I have never been violated in such a way. I nearly needed to suck my thumb & hold a teddy bear after...besides, I was only 2.5 cm. Not cool. I tried to tell her the answering service told me to come in (hence, I would gladly go back home & labor some more), but she wasn't interested. I lay there & labored away for 2.5 hours...since they were monitoring me, I couldn't get up & walk around. I felt the contractions getting stronger & closer together, so when home girl Beverly busted up in my crib & told me she didn't think I was in "real labor" I nearly strangled her with my blood pressure cuff. She said they'd monitor me for 30 more minutes & probably send me home.
Now, here is where I tried, once again (unsuccessfully) to intervene. The same, exact thing happened with Clara. I tried to explain I'd probably need pitocin. I tried to tell that biatch that the Dr had to break my water last time. I tried to tell her that my contractions were very freaking real, but nope. Not listening. Luckily when she violated my girly parts 30 minutes later, I had dilated to a full 3.
Then I got the good news...Hello, pitocin. I knew we'd meet again.
Let me back up a bit. I'd never felt very strong contractions before 'cause when I had Clara, I asked for my epidural when they hooked up my pitocin. I heard too many bad things about that stuff. So when I asked for the epi this time & was denied it, I got a little terrified.
The pit started working immediatly. An hour after I got it, I was officially in pain, but taking it well, save an f-bomb here & there. Once again (especially since I knew the dr would hem-haw around before actually giving it to me) I asked for my epi. NOPE. "Let's get a good pattern going first" she said. Ryan looked at me like "Has this ***** lost her mind??" & I said "Um, it sure looks like a damn pattern to me!!" She laughed me off & left me to wallow in my own private hell. I was starting to panic that I'd feel every part of my tearing vagina & sorry, respect to all of you who braved that, but I'm not into it. Dirol Beverly picked this point to tell me I had to lay on my right side & couldn't move from there, lest Gracie's heartbeat dip. Oh, somebody kill me, please! I knew I had to stay calm (I did my best), I knew not to let myself worry (I didn't do so well), I just tried to think about my sweet baby & about how my Mom had my brother & myself all natural-like. I attempted to dust off my memories of her & what she said helped her though it, but it was no use. I never needed her so badly...poor Ryan didn't know what on earth to do, so he just quietly watched the movie on tv & laughed everytime I made a smart-*** comment between contractions, bless his heart. He is so, so strong until he sees someone he loves hurting...then he doesn't know what to do.
Pretty soon my contrax were coming one after another & the pressure on my perineum was getting strong...I knew I was nearing transitional labor & TOLD Beverly to get my epidural. She checked me & I was at 7 cm. Then she decided to make a little joke that I could wait 30 minutes & have the baby without any drugs. It was then I gritted my teeth & said loudly, "Only if I can have my cat here to help soothe me, otherwise, BETTER LIVING THROUGH CHEMICALS." She told me good job & called the Dr.
This part is a blur. I was doing the focal point/ breathing thing, trying to put myself in a better place, etc, but I just wasn't trained at all for that & I didn't know how to make it better. I couldn't string 2 words together during a contraction. About 30 minutes after I asked (and 20 minutes after Beverly rolled the cart with all my meds on it into the room to torture me further) the Dr came in, told Ryan to leave (he nearly ran), took a look at me (I stayed pretty calm through it all, but I believe I was gasping for air at this junction), took a peek at the moniter & said to the nurse "Ooh, this is a bad one." YA THINK?!? Finally, she did the epi, all the while Beverly was breathing with me (why the hell couldn't she show Ryan how to do that 3 hours ago?) & I thought relief was on the way.
You guessed it...the damn thing didn't take on both sides.
I didn't care one bit. Cervical check: 9cm.
The Dr stayed with me awhile to fix everything, which she was able to do without re-doing it & my family came in. Hahaha! Ryan peeked in & when he saw me laying there quietly, you could visably see the color return to his face.
Fast forward an hour...I started really feeling pressure & saw the contrax on the monitor peaking, so I called Beverly & instead, blessedly, 2 young, sweet nurses came in, ready to assist me. What was even better, my Dr was with them!!! He JUST got back from a trip. And they were going to break my water since that was the only thing preventing me from reaching a full 10cm. Woohoo!
After he did that, they all sat in my room joking with me for about 15 minutes, then Dr G checked again & told me to push. They called Ryan back in, but he was looking really nervous. I sucked it up & told him to wait outside for us...I promised they'd call him the second Gracie was here & that I could handle it & that I loved him so very much. He was so torn (my aunt said he was sad in the waiting room for leaving me in there), but I knew I could concentrate better without having to worry about him freaking out. I wanted us all to enjoy Grace's birth & if that meant he wait outside, so be it. He left & I started pushing, the whole time cracking up at my Dr's goofiness Smile This time I could actually feel my child come out into the world, not much hurt, just a kind of twisty feeling...it was awesome. When her head emerged, she was covered in blood & had it all in her mouth & stuff. The Dr said I had an abruption, but I don't know how bad. I pushed again & there she was, my beautiful Grace Rose, absolutely perfect & looking just like her goofy Dad. Happy Anniversary to us Smile
She was 6.7lbs, 20.5in long, born at 7:55 pm on July 10, 2011.

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Emily Louise

Born friday 24th june at 3.26pm

7lb 10oz and 21.5 inches

Birth Story:
Finally, we have our named our new little girl.....introducing Emily Louise! (her middle name is the same as my SIL's whose birthday she shares Lol

She is going really well so far and we are sort of, slowly, settling into life as 5 hahaha! Big sis Lily has been great, really really proud and excited about her new little sis and is constantly asking if she can hold/cuddle her. It is very cute how proud and happy she looks when she's holding her little sis and Emily seems to really enjoy her Lily cuddles too. Smile Transition with Josie has been a bit harder....the poor little chicken is rather confused about it all I think and has been not her normal self. Sad I think it's been a lot for her to take on and she's a bit of a mummy's girl and has really noticed me being more preoccupied with the baby. I'm trying to make more time to hang with her just the two of us while DH is off work as it makes me sad to think that she's feeling a bit displaced. Sad She's been acting up too, which is not normally like her, but i'm really hoping that it's just a phase and she'll settle down soon as she gets used to it all. After a rough few nights in the hospital when Miss Emily would not sleep in the crib and had to be held/cuddled constantly to sleep, she has finally come good and has been napping in her cot and slept in her bed all night last night...hooray! She's a bit jaundice I think, so I'm guessing that's making her extra sleepy so hopefully when she goes back to "normal" her sleeping habits stick!

And here are a few snaps from the last 6 days....(sorry there's lots but DH has been pretty snap happy!)

Here's me in labour exactly 1 hour before she was born and about 20 mins before I got in the birthing pool (yes I know I look too smiley to be in labour, but DH was being like the bloody papparazzi snapping pics left right and centre and snapped this one in between a contraction!)

Me and Emily in the birthing pool - about 30 seconds after she was born (looking like a little purple alien!)

About 20 mins after she was born (the hospital I go to does min 1hr skin to skin contact and first BFing straight after birth)

All 5 of us Smile

Cuddles with my Dad (3 hours old)

Cuddles with big sis Lily (look how proud she is!)

Hanging out with big sis Josie

Sleeping beauty (5 days old) Smile

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Due: July 10th
BD: June 22nd, 4:35am
8lbs 5.5oz, 20in

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Due 7/13-7/24

Last Monday I had my 40 week appointment, where the OB I saw that day explained that even though he told me he changed my due date to the 24th, he didn't actually change it in my chart. So according to the office, I'd been due the 13th all along. Then he told me that he "felt" like I was due around the 24th, even though he couldn't change my due date now. I also got the feeling that he and the other OB in the office don't communicate as well as they should, since I kept getting two different answers from them. The doctor I saw on Monday wanted me to come back on Thursday for an NST, and said we'd start talking induction depending on how that turned out.

Thursday I went to the office for the NST, which they said he did perfectly on. They let me leave after making an appointment for Monday, but while DH and I were getting lunch they called and asked me to come back so the doctor could check my cervix. When I went back, it was OB#2 who then decided he wanted to send me over to the hospital for a biophysical profile. I went, got hooked up for another NST, and had an ultrasound done. The tech said that he didn't move much, but just enough, and that my fluid levels were pretty low at 5.2. He asked if I had been leaking any fluid at all, which I hadn't. They called OB #1 with the results, and he wanted me to go back to the hospital the next day to do it all over again.

So Friday afternoon I went back, and this time my fluid levels were at 4.9. The tech said it could be bad positioning, but also that the baby wasn't moving that much again. They gave the info to the OB on call at the hospital, who said to go home for the weekend and take it easy, then to come back in on Monday morning. So I went home, and we went to the movies. When I got home, I had a message from the L&D department asking me to come back in the morning, that the OB there had changed his mind and wanted another ultrasound right away.

Saturday morning, I went and got the ultrasound. 30 minutes later, the OB (who wasn't mine, and who I'd never met before) came into the triage room and told me that I had pretty much no fluid left in there with the baby, and that I was getting a c-section ASAP. 30 minutes after he dropped that bomb on me, Leo was born. After they took him to the nursery, the doctor and nurses were discussing how there was NO amniotic fluid left. He said that there wasn't even enough to fill a 20cc syringe, that we had someone watching out over our baby, and that had we waited until Monday we probably would have lost him.

So even though I wound up with an emergency c-section that I was terrified of and that I had never planned on having, I'm glad he didn't wait. Leo is perfect and healthy, and any pain I feel now is definitely worth it.

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Due Date: August 2, 2011
Birthday: August 12, 2011 at 7:31 a.m.
Weight: 9 lbs. 6 oz.

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Alexander James' Birth Story:
After over a week of prodromal labor with contractions starting and stopping, I would say early labor officially started on the 10th. I woke up feeling off around 4:30 a.m. and I couldn't go back to sleep, I was also having major chills. Contractions started around 8 a.m. and were regular but weren't too terribly uncomfortable. I had an appointment at 12 p.m. that day and when I got there, they were super busy! There were some children in the lobby area just being kids, I have three of my own so noise is nothing new to me, but they were really aggitating me. The contractions were starting to get a bit uncomfy and I was so-very emotional that I went into the classroom (where they teach birthing classes) and cried a little. My midwives both noticed that I seemed off and came to check on me-- they are too sweet! The difference in OB and MWifery care is amazing! One of my MWs said it isn't a job for them but a lifestyle. They are so intuned to their mamas and they really are "mother hens" (as one of them refers to herself)-- you know that they genuinely care about you no matter how many times they've done this. Smile I just felt like poop. I was eight days overdue, I'd had diarhea and felt nauseated for a few days now, and I was just DONE. I was ready for this to be over! I was called back from my appointment and they discovered my BP was pretty high. She figured it was from labor starting so we didn't think much of it. My cervix was still high but soft and squishy and she felt for sure I'd be back that night to have my baby (she also thought I was open but couldn't tell for sure b/c I was still too high)..... but Alex had other plans, lol. I was pretty sure given his position that this was going to be a looong early labor so my MW sent me home with a natural induction kit that included Caulophyllum and Cimicifuga for the first day, cotton root for the second day, and if both of those failed, castor oil for the third day-- I did not want to get to the third day! So, I started my natural induction that day and for awhile, the C and C was working quite well but after my shower, the contractions totally died off. They picked back up the next morning (the 11th) and continued through the day but I knew they weren't even remotely turning into active labor, they were actually weaker than they had been the day before. I was exhausted at this point and I was stressed. I knew I'd have to transfer care if he wasn't here by 42 weeks, I was starting to doubt I could go into labor on my own (having had one augmented pit. birth and another induced, I didn't know when I would have gone into labor or how things would have played out if my labors had been natural). To top all that off, my BP was steadily rising and my family was really freaking out as they know nothing about a natural birth and were convinced something was wrong-- they were doing an excellent job of convincing me of the same at that time. Needless to say, I called my MW again and told her of my worries. She decided to have me come in that day to be checked and see what position the baby was in and possibly do a membrane sweep but it would have to be later that night as they were currently about to birth a baby, she reassured me that all was ok over the phone though. That sounded wonderful to me! Here's where things start getting exciting... at 9 p.m. I went in and my BP was high, she did agree it was time to get things moving as naturally as possible b/c even though I wasn't spilling protein, they were not comfortable with my BP being as high as it was anymore (I was never told how high it got at this point and I didn't ask, I knew I was stressing enough as it was but it was high enough that they had to call their physician and get an approval to have me deliver at the center). They checked my cervix and I was at 4 cm, so I had definately been in early labor, and almost totally effaced. They did a membrane sweep and got two good sweeps around. Baby was in a good position, his head just needed to come down a little more. I went home in much better spirits! All those contractions were definately doing something and I knew he would be here soon! I was able to go right to sleep that night. I think I was asleep by 10:15 p.m. I slept well but it was restless, crazy that I could have a good, restless night's sleep but that's how it was. Around four, in a half-asleep daze, I realized I was contracting pretty good and that they were pretty regular and close together. Around 5 a.m. I was jolted awake by a good contraction and then another, my forebag of waters broke with the second and I hopped out of bed and grabbed myself to make sure, lol. I went to the bathroom and my underware were wet and had a bit of diluted pink blood mixed into them as well. I knew by the second bloody show (I should mention that I had my first show on the 10th) that active labor was starting. About five minutes after the contraction that got me out of bed, another good contraction. I decided to take some time to time them but realized quickly that things were going very fast. I got on the phone with my MW and she said she had to shower and then she would be there but for me to stay out the shower b/c it could make things go faster. I called my doula who said she also had to shower but while I was on the phone with her, I had a contraction and she said she was coming now and that I needed to go ahead and call my MW back and tell her I needed to come now. At this point, my contractions were at every 4 mins. By the time I got DH up and we were in the car leaving, they were at every 3 mins. Let me tell you, being in full-blown active labor in a moving vehicle is NO joy ride! I'm sure I looked quite the piece going down the interstate with a huge belly all but screaming and gripping the handle bar and center console with a death grip. Smile We walked into the birthing center with contractions every 2 mins. apart. One of my MWs was setting the birthing tub up for me. By this time I was moaning and groaning and just on the edge of losing it from the pain. My husband was amazing! The only thing I could do to get through the contractions was lean on him while swaying and hum through them. I was doing pretty good staying in control at this point and I think my down-fall was getting into the tub. I got in and for about one minute, it felt better but things drastically picked up. My MIL came in soon after I got into the tub and by the time my doula got there, I was bawling. She tried her hardest to help me stay in control and I'd do ok as the contraction started but when it peaked, I'd cry out and feel nauseated. The baby's head was just so far down, I was feeling sooo much pressure that I couldn't get comfortable. I finally found a position in the tub that I was comfortable with-- on my knees with my bottom off the bottom of the tub, and leaning over the edge but unfortunately, it wasn't going to work b/c the water wasn't deep enough to keep the baby under water during birth. So, I decided to get out between contractions, which didn't allow much time to get out b/c the contractions were on top of each other at this point. For the life of me, I dunno how I got out that tub b/c it hurt to move. I felt my hips just spreading and a shift in the tub was hard to do let alone put my leg over it and get out and walk. But I did it. Gravity took over then and I said the baby was coming now, he was coming now, and I needed to push. I started spouting off things I needed without doing any of them for long-- I needed to stand. I needed to sqaut. I squatted at the bed for about four contractions but got too tired so I decided I needed to lay down, AFTER deciding I couldn't do this and I needed to be taken to a hospital (I was quickly told I was doing this and there was no going back now). They told me there was no time to move to the bed but it was too late, I was crawling onto the bed while screaming that he was coming and I needed the bed, that I was too tired to push him out squatting. This whole time, my back is killing me and I just wanted relief, even if it meant dying-- I was not being very rational during this time. I remember just intense pressure and screaming that he was coming and my MW looking down and saying, "You're right, his head is crowning, he's coming, push this baby out!" I couldn't push. My body was doing it for me anyway but I had to give some good pushes to get him out faster (again, I needed relief) so I pushed and screamed through it and I had his head out in two, maybe three pushes-- my main bag of waters spewed everywhere with the delivery of his head (it also had meconium in it). The relief I got after I delivered his head was wondeful, lol! I remember saying, "Oh that feels better. Thank God I'm not having twins!" When they told me I was going to have to push again to get his shoulders out, I thought, oh no! But it was easier to get them out then it was his head, I had them out in two pushes. He still didn't come though. I was told to push again and he'd be here, so I did and out into the world came my little Alexander! All 9 lbs. 6 oz. and 22"s of him! I thanked God over and over again for helping me get my baby here safely and I just held him close and started to nurse him. All the pain I was in not a minute before was forgotten. He took his time chosing his birthday but when he decided to come, he came fast and furiously-- it was only two hours from the time my forebag broke and active labor had started until he was born at 7:31 a.m.

Birth: 9 lbs. 6 oz. 22"s
1 day old: 9 lbs.
1 week old: 9 lbs. 8 oz.
2 weeks old: 10 lbs. 12 oz. 22"s
2 months old: