- The Australian Doctor gave me drugs
- Brian put on scrubs
- There was a bright light
- WYATT WAS BORN
- Brian took him to the nursery
- I passed out
- I woke up an hour later
- I met our baby and fell in love.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
I was at the hospital. Wyatt was 9 days late and I was being induced. Brian and I spent the night before getting everything in order...dropping Noelle off, picking up a few things for the hospital, and just enjoying our last night together with no kids.
We woke up at 6am so that we could call the hospital at 7 to make sure there was a Labor & Delivery room for us. There was an opening, so we packed up and moved out! We stopped at Target (I know, we seriously have a problem) on the way and got to the hospital at 7:30.
Let me just say, this was NOT how I pictured my delivery. There was going to be water breaking. Rushing around. No painkillers or drugs of any kind. Then the Pitocin showed up. The contractions hurt, but I was convinced I could make it through. I just needed my balance ball. Our Prepared Childbirth Instructor said that balance balls were amazing. Um, no. By 11:30 I was begging for some drugs. Not the epidural, just the light stuff. This baby is going to be here any second.
I watched some TV, attempted to play some Nintendo DS (an obsession when I was pregnant with Wyatt. I had to play at least one game of Tetris and beat my previous score before I could fall asleep at night). Still nothing. By 5 I was at three measly centimeters! Um, are you kidding me?
I tried a second helping of the light stuff, but like I heard in class, it did nothing. I decided to go all in. I mean, my "birth plan" was screwed up as soon as the Pitocin drip hit my blood stream. My baby was going to be born drugged anyway right? Epidural please!
Shockingly, that big needle isn't even that intimidating when you're having contractions. That doesn't mean it was comfortable though. I got a little stressed when Wyatt's heart rate started dropping, but we made it through.
Apparently the epidural helped me relax (that and the 85 Popsicles I consumed over the course of the day), because within three hours I was 8.5 centimeters. The baby was going to be here by midnight!
Except, that's where it all ended. The next hour there was no change. I heard the dreaded "C-Section" word. I convinced the Doctor to come back in an hour. I promised I would be ready. But I wasn't. This little charade continued to play out until it was no longer March 29th...
The other day she grabbed her "pocketbook" and picked it up. Brian asked her where she was going and she replied "Target."
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Other than that, we haven't been up to much lately. Work. Playdates. House stuff. I'm working on my first really "crafty" project ever, and it isn't even that crafty. I have to work on getting a new trash can for Wyatt's room cleaned up and sparkling, and then I'm hoping to revamp a rocking chair and maybe jump into sewing some (really simple) curtains for the family room. I just can't find what I want anywhere without an outrageous price or a really dark design. Plus, I don't want to spend too much because I can just see jelly mouths smearing all over the curtains!
We are anxiously waiting for Wyatt's third birthday this Tuesday! I can not believe that my little baby boy is going to be three in two days! Brian and I both have the day off, and we have a nice little day planned for him. Including well child check ups for both kids that afternoon. And yes, I totally did that to him last year too! But I think we'll also go to the aquarium or zoo (based on weather), go out to dinner at Red Robin, and finish the day with cake and presents! His Spiderman party is next Saturday, and it is themed out to the max. I let Brian pick out everything, and believe me when I tell you this is about as Spiderman as it gets. Right down to the Spiderman shirts that my kids are wearing. Yes, both of them.
And yes, unfortunately I have no pictures today. And I might not even blog forever. Our power cord was literally smoking the last time it was plugged in and we need a new one. And as far as I know, it hasn't been ordered. So right now I'm at the mercy of my sister letting me use her computer. And hopefully, my husband will go ahead and order the darned power cord.
Monday, March 22, 2010
After all that torture, my husband decided that we could skip the Wal Mart run and just buy what we needed at Target. YES! I got all the big stuff last week, but we were still in need of the "essentials," and in case you don't already know this about me: I hate Wal Mart. So I got a trip to Target without going to Wal Mart first. Score!
The kids have been pretty obsessed with reading in the car lately, which I (and really probably any parent) love. They ask to read books as soon as they get in, and can stay content for awhile just looking through their books. Reese's new favorite book is New York Yankees 101.
When we go shopping, the boys usually go off and do their own thing in the toy section while Reese and I do the actual shopping. When we caught up with them yesterday they were trying on masks and playing with light sabers.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
As soon as we got to the park we stopped to do the two most important things of any trip we take as a family. The first is stopping to let Wyatt go to the restroom (he spent the entire day in his big boy pants - and didn't ask to stop on the ride up or the ride home), and the second is slathering Reese in sunscreen (Wyatt of course gets some too, but for Reese it's crazy important). The first stop inside the park was the Highland Stables to see the Clydesdales. The new Clydesdales are black and as big as ever. Wyatt immediately wanted to ride the Clydesdale ride, and he had a blast.
Of course, when we usually go (even at the peak of the summer), he can just stay on this ride for as long as he wants. But it was so crowded yesterday that he could only ride once.
After the Clydesdale's we went to Sesame Place, where Wyatt was pretty much obsessed with finding Elmo. We thought that this might be a turning point in his "I hate mascots" phase (which I'm desperately hoping he's over by December when we go to Disney World), but no. He just wanted to see Elmo, not actually get close to him. He looked all over the place while he and Brian waited in line for their next ride.
Friday, March 19, 2010
After they woke up we went for a walk around the neighborhood, and were surprised to see Daddy at home when we got back! He wasn't feeling well, so he rested while we did some more playing, but once he woke up we had even more fun....
Except for when he was trying to put Wyatt's new ESPN batting set together. We needed a screw driver and batteries and I ran inside to get them. Reese started running, and before Brian could reach her she fell down on the concrete!
She didn't cry at all (after she fell, or even when I was cleaning it, applying antibacterial stuff, and putting a band aid on)! In fact, she was kind of obsessed with the "sticker!"
This weekend is going to be absolutely beautiful, so we're hoping to spend even more time outside!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I'm not really that into this season, although I did break down and vote for Lee last night. I think that for all the "boring" and "safe" comments the judges rambled on and on about just to hear themselves speak, I thought he did a great job.
My new enemy this season (because I always have one, and they inevitably end up in the top two - previous years' enemies were David Archuleta and Adam Lambert) is Aaron Kelly. I don't know what it is about that kid, but I just find him to be so sugar coatingly annoying that I don't think I can stomach his preciousness. So probably expect to see him be the first name announced as safe tonight, and look forward to hearing him singing some awful Kara DioGuardi song about standing in a tornado and persevering through the wind in May (has there ever been a good finale song?).
My bottom three for tonight (and Brian and I are playing Fantasy American Idol again so the stakes are high) are:
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
So after a lot of conversation, and finally the destruction of the crib tent by Wyatt (who readily admits that he was trying to get out of there), we decided that he could finally make the switch. Wyatt was very excited to be able to "help" his Daddy put the tent together!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
I should have just filled out the form and the check and given it to her right then (she's a swim coach for that league), but noooooooo, I decided to mail it in. And then I got the email last night. The class is full, they can't even squeeze him in. And I feel like the worst mom in the world. Fortunately, he is unaware that he is missing class. But I'm not. I'm all "I'm the worst mom ever! He was going to pass station two and start learning to float! Now he'll never be the next Michael Phelps! And his dad runs a waterpark! This is awful!"
Fortunately Brian reminded me that there is a summer session, that Wyatt will be just fine at the waterpark, and that we never actually intended for him to be the next Michael Phelps. Or even a swimmer that won a bronze medal. I was just hoping that he could go without the swim diaper this class.
Friday, March 12, 2010
I'm not sure what it is, but over the last 2 weeks, he has had this major breakthrough, to the point that I even leave the house now with him in his big boy pants (regular underwear, not pull ups). The only problem we still have is with his bowel movements. He likes to do his business as soon as he wakes up in the morning and as soon as he wakes up from his nap, so it most often happens in his Overnight diaper (which has actually been dry in the morning) or the Pull Up he wears at nap time.
He has never been a fan of sitting down to urinate, he prefers to stand up. He does a great job, and once I help him get everything off, he usually runs in the bathroom, does his business, and then washes his hands on his own. But going in the little potty has been such a pain because I have to go empty it and clean it. Wyatt must have been reading my mind, because the other day I sent him into the rest room to go, and when I walked by I saw him standing on his stool, which he'd pulled over to the toilet, going to the bathroom. Then he just pushed the stool over to the sink to wash his hands. He cracks us up!
I've decided after this experience that now is the time to really crack down on Reese and get her potty trained. I am so incredibly ready to stop buying diapers it's ridiculous. I think she'll be really good about it, and she's already gone in the potty a few times, so now I just have to commit to it. And I think I'm ready....
Monday, March 8, 2010
and he also enjoyed creating his own "lounge area" of pillows on the floor of the family room while he watched Team Umizoomi. Brian kept calling him Baby Hef.
This week really wasn't too eventful until Friday, which was my birthday! I spent the morning at Target with the kids (ha!), and then we all came home for their naps. Brian came home early with my presents (two new charms for the Pandora bracelet my parents got me for my birthday and a picture frame), and then we went to Red Robin for dinner, where I got my free birthday burger and sundae! Yummy! Unfortunately just about all of us (lucky Wyatt) had a snotty nose or a sinus headache, so we came home and all went to bed exceptionally early.
Monday, March 1, 2010
This was Reese's first trip to the Aquarium that actually involved her walking with us. I still took the stroller in (it's great for getting them inside, for snack times, and for punishment for little kids who won't listen when they walk by themselves), but we let her walk for the majority of the trip.
After her little escape act I decided to declare snacktime so that both kids would get in their stroller. I usually give the baggie to Wyatt and eats and shares some with Reese. I have to say that I am extremely impressed that he actually does share the food. He says "Reesie wants some more? I'll share with her." Of course that means she will get one goldfish to snack on while he shoves 5 in his mouth, but at least he isn't greedy with them!
I am excited that it is finally March, and can't believe that my baby boy ("I'm not a baby Mommy. I'm a big boy. Reese is a baby.") is going to be 3 at the end of the month! I'm looking forward to his birthday, hopefully some spring weather, and of course springing forward! I hate days with less sunlight, and I love losing an hour of sleep to get more sunshine!