I loved the diagram so much, I felt like I needed to share!!!!
Thank you Laotion Commotion for posting this!
I loved the diagram so much, I felt like I needed to share!!!!
Thank you Laotion Commotion for posting this!
These things are all true and legit.
They just are.
I had forgotten all of my newborn rules from when Harper was born. I was a fool not to look back at the posts from those first few weeks.
You really need to do/know some things to survive life after newborn. Mostly you need to know some things about leaving your safe little home.
Here are some things I just had to share:
This is where I feel most comfortable so far, and I think it shows:
Hope this list was helpful!!
On March 29th at 0815, I, along with my sister in law, paid the second visit to my OB in that week.
After the countless false alarms and being sent home every single appointment with a nice “you’re cervix is closed TIGHT” comment, I really just figured that everything remained the same.
I had started to finally dilate.
I probably asked the doctor if she was just kidding about 10 times before heading to labor and delivery. I’m pretty sure that even though it’s her job to deal with pregnant women, she was glad to finally get this baby out of me.
At 0900 I was getting settled in labor triage and texting John to not even bother going into work. The nurses were nice enough to let me power shave my legs in the sink before they put in my IV. After the IV, I continued to put makeup on and paint my nails PERFECTLY. They’ve never turned out as good as they did that morning!
As I laid there in the triage room, I wasn’t scared. It was the strangest thing.
Once you’ve experienced a semi-traumatic birth, you have something to compare to your second, and it was night and day from when I had Harper. You can read about that birth story HERE and HERE. I just drifted off into thinking about how stressful of a situation Harper’s birth was and thinking “THIS IS NOTHING – YOU WENT THROUGH HELL THE FIRST TIME”! I knew (for the most part) that my birth plan would be followed, it wouldn’t deviate like last time. I KNEW what was happening soon. I didn’t have to worry about every single moment this time. It was amazing to me that I didn’t have to be terrified.
11:00 rolled around and the man who I almost named my first child after, came to give me my epidural. I’ll never forget that man from Harper’s birth. NEVER. I was anxious that I would be scared when he came in, and then I wasn’t!
Within 5 minutes of his arrival, he pushed some sort of magical juice through my IV and he had the epidural placed. It was time for John to come back into the room. I WAS JACKED UP. I imagine it’s what people who do heroine feel like. I didn’t want to talk to anyone because I wasn’t confident that my tongue would even cooperate. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the ride.
About 11:50 I was wheeled into the OR. This was the only part that I was scared. I was scared because I remembered how it felt to be moved from my stretcher to the operating table. It was still a scary ordeal because you feel like you’re about to hit the floor, and your dang legs don’t work! Luckily that was quickly over and I was heading back to narcotic land, shutting my eyes and waiting for John to come in. When I was in this position with Harper’s birth, I was shaking so violently that the doctor had to give me something to calm me down. It looked like I was seizing back then! Night and day, people.
John came in a few minutes after noon to sit with me and wait.
At 12:09 I could see my body shifting and moving from the pulling they were doing to get the baby out, and then we heard him cry for the very first time! Apparently he also peed on me as soon as he came out. A great indicator of what was to come.
There you go! Boring right? I’M SO GLAD IT WAS BORING.
Some people will tell you that C sections are an easy way out of labor. I had no way to tell if I could have him VBAC so soon after a previous C section. He never dropped down and for the most part, I had no cervical change. My body was indicating that I would not be able to deliver vaginially, just like the first time. I wasn’t willing to go through the trauma again. It was too much the first time. It’s something that will stick with me. Everyone told me it would go away and I would not even remember it, so not true! It was easy to do (to skip labor, that is), however It wasn’t an easy decision to make though, I knew what a C section recovery looked like, and it wasn’t pleasant.
Although the birth was an easy experience, the recovery was harder. I still have no idea why. The only explanations I can think of is that they had to reopen an old incision to get the baby, or they had to dig him out of me, making the whole process brutal. My stomach was crazy swollen until 2 weeks post partum. I still looked 7 months pregnant, and that was a hard thing to deal with! I just needed more time with this one. After 2.5 weeks, I am of course, not fully recovered, but a version of my old self is starting to emerge. I am slowly picking up more and more household duties and am able to hit the road in my car! Baby steps!
I’m hoping all of my formerly pregnant people out there had a good birth because almost all of you were due the same month I was!
Exactly what we are doing now, keeping them both alive!
We were home on April 1st (HAHA world), to begin our REAL journey on having both a new born AND a toddler! I was excited to get Harper back from family because I felt like when she saw me in the hospital, she didn’t want anything to do with me, so I missed her, I especially missed her favoritism towards me.
I really don’t even remember much about the first day home. I ate some french fries for lunch that I’m certain Jesus Christ himself made. John Tyler got to take his first nap in his very own nursery. Glad he liked it because he didn’t see much of that nursery for the first 2 weeks of his life!! I’m pretty sure this was the day I realized that Harper was mad at me. I’m not sure it was the whole “having a baby” thing, I think it was more that I had been absent for a week. She wasn’t cool with that. I was her favorite. Not anymore. I was probably hooked up to the milk factory machine that day and night every 2 hours when I wasn’t having him latch on. I really took advantage of latching at night when I was WAY too tired to pump and could just lay him at my side. He ate, I snoozed.
The entire first week home is a blurred mess in my brain. I’ll try to piece it together.
I would have DIED if John wasn’t home. I’m not sure how anyone in the world can take care of their toddler after having a c section. I couldn’t pick Harper up, couldn’t change her diaper, couldn’t chase after her, nothing! This didn’t help to pushing me further into the least favorite parent category for her. When I would take my medication, I was tired, but functioning. If I skipped it, I paid for it. I would have to have help drying my legs off after a shower, and putting pants and underwear on. The pain was that bad without the medicines. The recovery with Harper was NOT this bad. I was never so bruised feeling with her, I think they had to dig baby brother out of my ribs with a crowbar. That is the only explanation as to why I am STILL sore in my ribs.
The days were filled with asking John to bring me buckets of ice water to suck down, as well as any meals we required. There’s NO cooking the first week when you have 2 babies. I cried during the days, and John Tyler cried during the nights! We had understood shifts. We were lucky enough to have family help us out by taking Harper a few nights, because we REALLY needed that time in the morning to sleep in and recover from the night before. I forgot that when I only had one newborn to worry about, I could lay back down with her to nap or to sleep in, and I would get my sleep fix. You can’t do that with 2. And if you can, do tell me the trick.
That’s all I can extract from my brain about the first week.
Here we all are in our second week home. Harper is just now coming around. It may be because I am able to hang out more because the pain is going away, or it may just be running its course. John Tyler is bigger every time I look at him after falling asleep! He had surpassed his birth weight a few days after he was born (it usually takes 2 weeks for babies to do that), so I know he is going to be a healthy boy! Harper is getting her molars, prompting her to be mean to her mother and father. I wish those things would finish coming in! I want my sweet girl back!
I am finally cooking dinner for us, a task that proved entirely too much the first week. I am able to drive since I am no longer on pain medications. The real world is nice. I missed it. If you were to ask me how long John Tyler sleeps at night, I would have no answer for you. I’m too tired to notice times and actually remember them that late at night. I *think* he may have done a few 3-3.5 hour stints, but I can’t prove it. I’m sure I will have a more documented night next week when I am the only one getting up with him at night!
Here are some questions I’ve been asked recently:
How different are things with your second in regards to how you feel about him?
I am clinging to him more because I know he is our last baby, and I know how quickly everything slips away.
Although during the day, I feel like I hold him as much as I held Harper. At night, he is with me way more than she was. I’m very focused on preventing time from getting away from me, and even time snuggling in bed is valuable.
I feel a greater sense of accomplishment with breastfeeding him. He latches perfectly, and in turn, I am not in pain when I feed him. Even though I pump a lot, he still latches like a champ. I’m okay with this.
How is he different than Harper?
He pees and throws up on me/us WAAAAYYYYY more than she did. My, what a steady, strong stream.
He is much more laid back.
Noises and lights don’t bother him.
He doesn’t really care to be bounced like Harper did. He also doesn’t care much for pacifiers. He normally spits them back out and looks at me like “that was a fraud”!!
He doesn’t require a swaddle to sleep well.
How is he similar to Harper?
It’s hard to tell how similar he will be just yet. He does look EXACTLY like her newborn self! For real, they could be twins in the photos.
They also have the same big toe/first toe separation. However, his other toes are crazy long. Like chimpanzee stuff.
He was born with a nice little genetic mohawk. One difference in his hair and hers, is he has a sweet little “water tornado” swirl at the tip of his mohawk!
Benefits of having 2 so far:
I hope everyone was able to read that post and not think I’m a complete idiot. My brain is just mush. It’s hard to extract much from it just yet. I will try to leave a short birth story up soon, because really, it’s the thing to do as a blogger.
I miss everyone on here and am going to try to be more of a presence – my 100 daily readers are very important to me and I’m starting to miss the interaction!
I’ve been trying to figure out who he looks most like. Here are some options:
We are so lucky to have such a talented family member, McKenzie, with Mckenzie Miller Films to document our special arrival!
This video was so special to me because when you have a C section, you miss the first hour of your baby’s life while they finish up on you in the operating room. I get to see what I was laying there wondering about and imagining. I get to see the first time I *really* hold John Tyler. It’s an amazing piece of time to have forever! Every time I watch it, I find myself taking a deep breath when I am holding him on the video, because I see myself literally breathing him in and smelling him, while thinking I finally get to SMELL you!
Thank you so much, McKenzie!<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/63195373″>Tyler Eddins</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/mckenziemillerfilms”>McKenzie Miller Films</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a>.</p>
Don’t you just love how Harper is all like “oh, room 20 is THIS way, lets go!”
I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I have!
Since I put Harper’s Haven on Project Nursery, I had to share this baby’s nursery on there too!!!
I think I’ve listed where everything came from on their site, so head over there and rate the nursery while you’re there! (The little stars on the right hand side is where you rate it)
I kept going back inside this room and thinking…I can’t post pictures yet, I need to add stuff! We are finally passed the adding stage! Your room is ready for you, Baby!
What I love most about the room is what we paid to do it! All of the furniture was refurbished from stuff we were given or already had with a good coat of paint! The only 2 major expenses from us were the curtain fabric, paint, and the animal heads.
I’m sure I am leaving out stuff, but if you want to know about something I didn’t list, send me a comment and I will tell you where it came from!
I hope you like it!
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I just realized I haven’t done a milestone post since back in Nam.
Actually, my content level is fair to poor lately.
It’s because I really don’t have anything nice to say, so I’m taking the nothing at all route. How bratty did that sound?
I’m nearing the end, and fighting to make it or preferably break (my water) it.
38 (because that’s what he measures in ultrasounds- AHEAD!) week stats:
Here’s the bump:
Size of the baby:
7 (I think mine is more) pounds and 20 inches. One site says the size of a celery bunch, but how do they know the size of my Publix’s celery bunch?
Enough. Enough to stop this train to fat town!! Make it stop!! When the nurse weighed me a couple of weeks ago, her reaction was this: “We need to go back on the scale because I don’t think that number was right”. Shut up, you work here lady, you know better than to say that to the pregnant bison on your scale!
<strong>Gender</strong>: In case you missed our gender reveal video:
All day everyday. And violent. His size shows with the force he’s able to deliver me! My dentist was cleaning my teeth and noticed my stomach jolting!
What I miss:
Being skinny, being comfortable, being able to sleep without worrying about what I haven’t accomplished during the day. This usually prompts me to get up and clean something random at 2am.
Today we got this in our chinese food:
So I decided to take a friend’s advice and walk. She walked 45 minutes, but I figured that I could get away with 25 minutes since I was wearing a baby and walking a dog. That makes sense right?
We walked another day too:
I also did squats. But I’m not sure I did as many as I should. They may not have done squat.
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I’m much too lazy to write anything worth reading these days so I decided to share some of our home videos!
Harper has taken her dancing to the next level:
She also figured out that monsters don’t live in the closet, The Daddy lives in closet:
I really wish I had gotten the closet thing on video the very first time he did it! She jumped so hard that I was for sure she had soiled herself. Then started hysterically laughing! Maybe if we wait a few days I can capture a similar reaction! Whoever says it’s not fun to scare babies is SO wrong!
Hope you enjoy our videos!
Go ahead and put on a bra and go to the store to get a few ingredients because this stuff is amazing.
By the way, I’m still pregnant.
I’ve also eaten half a pan of the following recipe for chocolate eclair cake:
Let me know if you try it and how delish it is!!
It’s easy too.
Surprise, we are BACK at the hospital for an overnight stay! Go figure!!! My spidey senses tell me that this will be the LAST observation stay for the pregnancy until we get to meet baby boy! We are almost at the “completely baked” stage, and that stage will make me very happy. I’m tired of getting prodded and observed only to be told my body is an A-hole and nothing is progressing except my stinking non productive contractions!
Here are some things I really wish I had right now:
-a giant bag of candy and cheeseburgers (because I’m not allowed to eat until tomorrow)
-a hair stylist, since I didn’t even wash my hair because I didn’t really think they’d admit me AGAIN!
-prettier underwear for my backless gown.
Here’s a picture of the baby from today:
They said one of his feet is up by his head. He’s doing the splits inside of me. Think on that for a moment.
I felt the hardest kick of the entire pregnancy earlier, maybe he got the other foot up there.
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Well, that is all. Say a prayer for my cervix.
Someone told her we were having a baby. So she left. In a hot air balloon. Because we do it big. And then she realized it didn’t really fly. So we invited her best friend to try and figure out … Continue reading
Today I kept thinking about how I should do one of these videos myself…then I remembered I’m way to lazy for that crap right now, so here is someone else who did it:
Also, for reference (Thank you urbandictionary.com):
|harlem shake||2463 up, 1015 down|
An eccentric upper body dance move that involves the shaking of the upper torso and shoulders. The Harlem Shake originated on 125th and Lexington where gang bangers would shoot unsuspecting cripples with crutches. The staggering fall of these cripples created a signature move, adapted by gang-affiliates and introduced at local parties. Upon witnessing the newly created “Harlem Shake,” a corporate thug under the Bad Boy Entertainment payroll reenacted and sold this dance to famous choreographer Laurie Ann Gibson who introduced this dance with the video premier “Let’s Get It” by P. Diddy featuring G-Dep and Black Rob. The phenomenon sweeping white neighborhoods and Italian nightclubs across the country was born… the Harlem Shake.
I wonder if everyone in the UK and London are reading this going “so they shoot unsuspecting cripples in the US??” I’ve never seen it happen, but I can’t promise it doesn’t. That’s my expert opinion.
I hope nobody gets shot tonight!
You are now 15 months old!!! In 3 more months, you’ll be a year and a half old! That’s crazy.
I felt like I needed to post on what you’re up to now, because you have changed SO much since your first birthday, there’s no way I could remember it all if you keep it at this rate!
This year you were old enough to have some real Valentine’s day fun with us! Last year, you were too tiny to do anything but cuddle with us, which was great. This year, you set up your very own kissing booth and wore your great grandmother’s necklace to bring in the big bucks!
You also made this sweet card for The Daddy:
This is also the month you started TO WALK!!! You look like a drunk guy when you walk around, but you’re so cute nobody cares if you look like a drunk.
You’ve also really stepped up your boogie moves the last 3 months. When you hear the music start to play, you high tail it to your stage AKA our ottoman, climb on top, and shake it!! You’ve even started to stand on it and dance this week. While I find it a little scary and have tiny strokes every single day, you LOVE it. You even think it’s funny to fall off the ottoman, so funny, that you do it on purpose now. Maybe we will get you a helmet for your 1.5 year birthday.
You are an active participant in peek a boo.
And we got you (and daddy) a new puppy this month. You were really excited about him the first couple of days, but I think you’re a little hesitant that he is taking away your attention now, so you just ignore him if you can. Sometimes you can’t because he’s all up in your biz.
You are also getting acquainted with your very own potty! You tinkle in it about 8-10 times a day, and after I tell you “YAY YOU PEE PEE AGAIN!” you will clap and say YYYAAAAAYYYY!!!!! I hope you keep the good work up because it’s really saving a lot of diapers and wipes!
Potty training is also where you learned how to HUG ME! When I stand you up to put your pants back on, you throw your arms around me and lean in as hard as you can, it’s probably the sweetest thing ever. It’s even sweeter if you’re not getting off the potty! :)
Here are some NEW things that you say to us now:
I can’t say it enough, no matter how bad my day was or what went wrong, you will always make me smile every day! You’re such a sweet personality and you even know if I’m feeling sad, you will come and sit in my lap to make me feel better. You really are such a good girl!!
Two nights ago we went to bed.
I hear sad little coughs for a long time coming from Harper’s room, it made me sad.
So I go get here and decide she’s sleeping with the Mommy and the Daddy tonight!
She goes to sleep pretty immediately
Fast forward to 3:45am.
I don’t know what woke me up it was either her crying or John asking me “where is the baby at?!?!?!?!”
What the F do you mean where is the baby, I feel around the bed starting to freak out. WHERE THE F IS THE BABY????
Then I go check the side of my bed thinking I’d pushed her off somehow. No baby.
The situation escalates.
John informs me that she is UNDERNEATH THE FREAKING BED.
Lights come on and it’s confirmed, she is indeed under the bed crying.
Then we realize we don’t know how to get to her and get her out.
Finally we shimmy her out, almost knocking a table lamp over in the process, laid her back down, and she was fine.
Apparently when she went to bed with us, she smooshed herself against our headboard, fell asleep, turned into the consistency of mashed potatoes, and slid through the crack of the head board!!!!!
I get it. Only put kids in sleeping areas approved for them to be in. Lesson learned.
But seriously, look at the crack she feel through!!!
I had to give you the hand to compare said crack to!
Is she part slug?
She looked super tired the whole next day and I kept saying “I’m sorry kitty, you’re tired because Mommy and Daddy put you under the bed to sleep”!!
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Here’s a quick update on our last weekend:
Harper and I both had “sinus infections”. What a coincidence huh? The doctors think so.
My doctor already knows I’m a bajillion months pregnant, so she just called me in a z-pak, since that’s the only thing they’ll do for a pregnant other than putting me out to pasture.
Harper’s doctor, or lack there of (not because she sucks, but because she was out of the office the 2 days I called), would NOT call in anything for her. I explained that I was almost unable to even fit in my nissan cube, I explained that I was also sick, I explained that this kid HATES the doctors office. I think I even joked that it might make my water break to endure all the stress it would take to bring her to the office. They wouldn’t do it! I go in, it sucked, they told me to “just keep doing what you’re already doing”. For real???? We are BOTH still snot faces and cough allllll night long. It’s sad. My cough is more like an “I have emphysema cough” though.
Here’s our day at the doctor:
THEN the next day I started to HURT.
I’ve had contractions the last month or so, but these hurt! Like someone was stabbing me. So I went in, and of course they could see them on the monitors. Clear as day. What wasn’t clear is why they admitted me to the hospital since my cervix wasn’t changing (making me ineligible to have a baby). We did this 2 weeks ago. AND they didn’t even re check my cervix at the hospital to see if I had changed! FRUSTRATING!!
We went home the next morning (saturday). I feel like I ruin all of our weekends!
Today this sweet mark appeared from the aftermath of my IV.
So we are home and acting as normal again. I’m just frustrated! I don’t like to be told “we would deliver you if you were 38 weeks”…well that’s great, I’M NOT. Quit dangling the carrot in front of the bunny rabbit.
Sorry to moan and groan. I felt like I dropped off of the wordpress map for a couple of weeks because of the snot/contraction storm of 2013.
Here’s a good thing I’ll share instead of being ALL negative: Go buy already made butter crossaints, cut in half, add red sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. Bake at 350 until the cheese melts, then broil for a couple of minutes to toast top. AMAZING.
We will see the doctor. It’s the once a week appointment time! For some reason I was looking forward to this earlier in the pregnancy. I have NO idea why.
I think I’d forgotton what the last month of visits were like with Harper.
I would put on real pants, show up for the appointment, and leave crying.
These were the standard phrases used in that last month:
Number 6 ticks me off the most. Like “oh you’re body is just stupid and you’re going to feel like garbage for another month”….GREAT.
This week I saw a new doctor, since mine was out of the office. He informed me that even though I was told the baby could come on the 29th, that my doctor would be out of town and would not schedule us for birth until she got back, ON APRIL FIRST.
After pouting for a little while, I thought “well that’s sort of neat, he will be an April baby like me and share my diamond birth stone!”. Then, I realized April 1st is freakin’ April fools day! UGH.
I’m not hating on people that have it for a birthday, but it’s just not what I had in mind. I REALLY want a St. Patricks day baby!!!!! REALLY BAD. Like the day before I’m going to do 100 jumping jacks, eat spicy food, and drink the cervix tea. The other two dates that would be cool are John’s birthday or his grandfather’s birthday, they’re all within a few days of St. Patricks too!
Clearly I just don’t want to wait another month, I want to wait 2 weeks. Apparently you can’t decide when babies will come, Harper taught me that.
I’ll probably be pregnant in June still. But let’s hope not.