Because Ethan and I had that fever and also because Ethan lost more weight in the hospital than they thought he should, they had us go to the Dr. a couple days after we got home. (We left on Mon, went to the Dr. on Wed. I believe.) They weighed and measured him. He lost more weight and they said that he was actually 19 3/4 ins long, not 23 like they said in the hospital. The Dr. looked at him and said he looked good but we should weight him again in a couple of days.
We went back and he hadn't lost any weight but he hadn't gained any. It was a Saturday and my Dr. wasn't there so they had another Dr. come talk to me. He was much more aggressive than my Dr. He was really concerned and told me to get the baby to Primary Children's for a blood test to make sure that his kidney's were working. I burst into tears, first thinking how terrible that I can't breastfeed, second imagining the time that they had to get blood from a vein in Kennedy's baby head, and third imagining that I was going to be spending more time in the hospital with a post-surgery infant. I'm sure the Dr. thought I was just some scared parent, but it was so much more than that.
He told me to get a breast pump and start pumping after nursing the baby to try to get more milk and to supplement with formula if I had to. We were to do that and weigh him on Monday.
At the hospital much to my relief they just did a small prick on his heel...not so bad. The Dr. called back a bit later and said he was fine. He also called me the next day, a Sunday, to see how it was going. He must have felt really bad for me.
We went back and weighed him Monday and he had gained a whole bunch of weight. We were relieved and we went home.
I continued to pump every two hours for 10-15 minutes, but the milk just never came. We even tried to take a medication which had the side effect of lactation but that didn't do anything but give me a stomach ache and diarrhea. I could never get more than about a half ounce out of each side. So, I'm not meant to breastfeed I guess. Oh well.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Birth of Baby
Today I thought I should update my blog. It has been way too long.
I went to the Dr. on a Thursday. He said that I was dilated about a fingertip. He said to come back the next week, but we made it a Tuesday instead of a Thursday. I guess he knew how anxious I was. He should have known; I had been telling him how miserable I was for months. He kept asking if I was in labor and I would say, I don't know, I hope so. And he would say, "You can't be. You're too smiley." I thought, "I can wipe this smile off my face in .0001 of a second if that's all it takes.
When I went on Tuesday to do my urine test I noticed that I was losing my plug! I was so excited! I ran into him in the hall and he asked me if I was in labor like he had been asking for the last couple of weeks, and I said, "No, but I just lost my plug!" and he said, "That doesn't matter." I was totally shot down. So sad thinking I was going to go into labor in the next couple of hours. He checked me again and I was still a fingertip. He said that I could be induced on the 16th, a Saturday. 3 days early was REALLY exciting to me at that point.
I had been having slight contractions for a few weeks so on Friday when I was having them I didn't think much of it. They were still very far apart, but they had gotten painful. I thought I'd just wait it out. My mom and Nathan and I were going to go to dinner and it took forever to get them to go. Finally I said, "We'd better go before I am having a baby." I was semi-joking.
So we went to the Little America Coffee Shop. I was having contractions all the way through dinner, but I was so loving my bleu cheese salad and their wonderful dinner rolls with Knott's Berry Farm jam. Mmmm! My mom noticed that I seemed to be wincing in pain pretty frequently. I didn't think it could possibly be real labor. When they tell you to wait to go to the hospital until they are 5 minutes apart I had the idea that they would come on a lot slower and more gradually.
Like my mom always does, she was getting really nervous and saying that I had to get to the hospital immediately. Nate was nervous too, I could tell. He was frantically trying to get everything ready to go and packing all of my things. I was determined to wait as long as I could. I was NOT going to have them turn me away from the hospital. How frustrating and not to mention embarrassing. So I took a nice shower and I got all ready to go while I had Nate go to my mom's house and pick up a few things. By the time he got back and I was out of the shower, I was pretty much just standing around having contractions. I had to hold on to the door frame and breathe a few of them out. WOW those were painful!
Nate drove me to the hospital and my mom brought my entourage. Katy, Tara, Ashley, Kennedy and her. I checked in at about 9. I was standing there having contractions and signing paperwork, which I thought was sort of silly.
We got to the room and they wanted a urine sample in a plain paper cup. I thought that was strange. Then they just let it sit around in the room for hours. I kept telling everybody not to drink that and every time someone got close to the table I got really anxious thinking they were going to bump my pee and it would go flying all over the room.
Then the lady gave me my IV. She kept pushing it really fast and it would hurt SOOOO bad. And the antibiotics they had to give me for my infection was really cold. It felt like my veins were going to pop. Afterward my arm looked like a dead person's.
I wanted to wait to get the epidural because I knew it would slow down my labor like it did with Kennedy. I got through as many as I could but a couple came really close together and were really intense so I thought I'd better ask for the epidural immediately before they got any worse. Good idea! They made me wait while another lady got hers done. Perfect timing. They wouldn't let us film it. =[
Then I couldn't walk and I couldn't feel my body and I knew, what being pregnant for so long, that I could easily pee everywhere. I don't know why I had to ask, but I got the lady to give me a catheter. I had been waiting months and months for one. Haha! In the beginning of my pregnancy when I had to pee so much, I would be sitting in bed and so tired of getting up all the time that I would joke for Nate to get me a bedpan. FINALLY!
The epidural had this button on it you could push to give you more medicine. It would make a couple beeps and then you could feel your spine get all cold. They kept telling me that you couldn't overdose yourself, but one time I pushed it and it just kept beeping and beeping. It was overdosing me and trying to kill me, I KNEW IT! So we got the lady in there and she said that's just what it does when you run out of medicine. PHEW!
So the labor was totally at a stand still. They gave me pitocin which I was terribly afraid of, but it turned out all right. They would only give me a little every hour and it was STILL slow going.
In the morning Nate's mom and grandma came up. The Olympics were on and of course that is Nate and his mom's favorite thing to watch. So they did that and talked. I was just getting really bored and tired and hungry and I was also tired because suddenly I had this fever. I sat and tried to get a little rest while I was waiting.
Finally, something felt weird and different. I told Nate he better get the nurse. She came in and checked me and Nate got really nervous again. He was obviously more nervous than I was. The nurse said she'd get the Dr. in and we'd get to push. HOORAY! I think I got some huge adrenaline rush. I was not tired or very hungry again for quite a while. A couple of pushes later and the baby was born around 11 am. It was so easy! They said he was 8 lbs. 6 ozs. and 23 ins. long. I'm so thrilled that it wasn't a big traumatic scene like it was with Kennedy.
The baby had the fever that I had so they had to take him to the nursery. Nate followed him and said the stupid lady couldn't figure out the camera, which made me nervous. I kept asking the nurse when we'd get to do his picture. They kept saying that they would but no one would come.
I went to the recovery room alone and later Nate came in. I slept for a little while before Emilee came to see me. She brought me a Jamba Juice. I woke up all covered in sweat which someone later told me was due to hormone changes. Later Heather, Curtis, Leila and Benny came to see us.
It took until the last day right before we left to get the lady to come take his picture. Ethan was in some dumb outfit and the lady acted all annoyed like she didn't want to do it; like she was in a hurry or something. She got a picture of him with his eyes closed and reluctantly asked if I wanted to try for a better one. Um, YES. All I wanted was the generic hospital pic that everyone else gets! Right now I'm trying to order the one she finally did take and I can't find it online!!! Ergh! Hate them.
This is the one I took.
I went to the Dr. on a Thursday. He said that I was dilated about a fingertip. He said to come back the next week, but we made it a Tuesday instead of a Thursday. I guess he knew how anxious I was. He should have known; I had been telling him how miserable I was for months. He kept asking if I was in labor and I would say, I don't know, I hope so. And he would say, "You can't be. You're too smiley." I thought, "I can wipe this smile off my face in .0001 of a second if that's all it takes.
When I went on Tuesday to do my urine test I noticed that I was losing my plug! I was so excited! I ran into him in the hall and he asked me if I was in labor like he had been asking for the last couple of weeks, and I said, "No, but I just lost my plug!" and he said, "That doesn't matter." I was totally shot down. So sad thinking I was going to go into labor in the next couple of hours. He checked me again and I was still a fingertip. He said that I could be induced on the 16th, a Saturday. 3 days early was REALLY exciting to me at that point.
I had been having slight contractions for a few weeks so on Friday when I was having them I didn't think much of it. They were still very far apart, but they had gotten painful. I thought I'd just wait it out. My mom and Nathan and I were going to go to dinner and it took forever to get them to go. Finally I said, "We'd better go before I am having a baby." I was semi-joking.
So we went to the Little America Coffee Shop. I was having contractions all the way through dinner, but I was so loving my bleu cheese salad and their wonderful dinner rolls with Knott's Berry Farm jam. Mmmm! My mom noticed that I seemed to be wincing in pain pretty frequently. I didn't think it could possibly be real labor. When they tell you to wait to go to the hospital until they are 5 minutes apart I had the idea that they would come on a lot slower and more gradually.
Like my mom always does, she was getting really nervous and saying that I had to get to the hospital immediately. Nate was nervous too, I could tell. He was frantically trying to get everything ready to go and packing all of my things. I was determined to wait as long as I could. I was NOT going to have them turn me away from the hospital. How frustrating and not to mention embarrassing. So I took a nice shower and I got all ready to go while I had Nate go to my mom's house and pick up a few things. By the time he got back and I was out of the shower, I was pretty much just standing around having contractions. I had to hold on to the door frame and breathe a few of them out. WOW those were painful!
Nate drove me to the hospital and my mom brought my entourage. Katy, Tara, Ashley, Kennedy and her. I checked in at about 9. I was standing there having contractions and signing paperwork, which I thought was sort of silly.
We got to the room and they wanted a urine sample in a plain paper cup. I thought that was strange. Then they just let it sit around in the room for hours. I kept telling everybody not to drink that and every time someone got close to the table I got really anxious thinking they were going to bump my pee and it would go flying all over the room.
Then the lady gave me my IV. She kept pushing it really fast and it would hurt SOOOO bad. And the antibiotics they had to give me for my infection was really cold. It felt like my veins were going to pop. Afterward my arm looked like a dead person's.
I wanted to wait to get the epidural because I knew it would slow down my labor like it did with Kennedy. I got through as many as I could but a couple came really close together and were really intense so I thought I'd better ask for the epidural immediately before they got any worse. Good idea! They made me wait while another lady got hers done. Perfect timing. They wouldn't let us film it. =[
Then I couldn't walk and I couldn't feel my body and I knew, what being pregnant for so long, that I could easily pee everywhere. I don't know why I had to ask, but I got the lady to give me a catheter. I had been waiting months and months for one. Haha! In the beginning of my pregnancy when I had to pee so much, I would be sitting in bed and so tired of getting up all the time that I would joke for Nate to get me a bedpan. FINALLY!
The epidural had this button on it you could push to give you more medicine. It would make a couple beeps and then you could feel your spine get all cold. They kept telling me that you couldn't overdose yourself, but one time I pushed it and it just kept beeping and beeping. It was overdosing me and trying to kill me, I KNEW IT! So we got the lady in there and she said that's just what it does when you run out of medicine. PHEW!
So the labor was totally at a stand still. They gave me pitocin which I was terribly afraid of, but it turned out all right. They would only give me a little every hour and it was STILL slow going.
In the morning Nate's mom and grandma came up. The Olympics were on and of course that is Nate and his mom's favorite thing to watch. So they did that and talked. I was just getting really bored and tired and hungry and I was also tired because suddenly I had this fever. I sat and tried to get a little rest while I was waiting.
Finally, something felt weird and different. I told Nate he better get the nurse. She came in and checked me and Nate got really nervous again. He was obviously more nervous than I was. The nurse said she'd get the Dr. in and we'd get to push. HOORAY! I think I got some huge adrenaline rush. I was not tired or very hungry again for quite a while. A couple of pushes later and the baby was born around 11 am. It was so easy! They said he was 8 lbs. 6 ozs. and 23 ins. long. I'm so thrilled that it wasn't a big traumatic scene like it was with Kennedy.
The baby had the fever that I had so they had to take him to the nursery. Nate followed him and said the stupid lady couldn't figure out the camera, which made me nervous. I kept asking the nurse when we'd get to do his picture. They kept saying that they would but no one would come.
I went to the recovery room alone and later Nate came in. I slept for a little while before Emilee came to see me. She brought me a Jamba Juice. I woke up all covered in sweat which someone later told me was due to hormone changes. Later Heather, Curtis, Leila and Benny came to see us.
It took until the last day right before we left to get the lady to come take his picture. Ethan was in some dumb outfit and the lady acted all annoyed like she didn't want to do it; like she was in a hurry or something. She got a picture of him with his eyes closed and reluctantly asked if I wanted to try for a better one. Um, YES. All I wanted was the generic hospital pic that everyone else gets! Right now I'm trying to order the one she finally did take and I can't find it online!!! Ergh! Hate them.
This is the one I took.
April 1, 2008 - Posted to a friend of mine.
"HI! You're online. I'm online. Maybe we should get together sometime and be online.
Last night I got sick, I think from a disgusting egg salad sandwich that I got out of the machine at work. Plus I got a cough which made it IMPOSSIBLE not to throw it up. So I was coughing and puking and then I peed my pants. Like it alllllll just came out. It was great. It was the fastest pee ever!!! It was amazing."
I crack me up.
Last night I got sick, I think from a disgusting egg salad sandwich that I got out of the machine at work. Plus I got a cough which made it IMPOSSIBLE not to throw it up. So I was coughing and puking and then I peed my pants. Like it alllllll just came out. It was great. It was the fastest pee ever!!! It was amazing."
I crack me up.
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