The Best Day.

My first labor experience can be found in part here and here, although as I re-read these I realize there is far too much missing.  Missing is the fact that I was REALLY out of it after delivery.  I was so tired I could barely focus.  I was in extreme pain.  Because of the trauma Isaac was under there were a MILLION people in the room.  Isaac was rushed away from me and worked on by about 10 people.  Zach didn’t get to cut the umbilical cord.  This is how deliveries go…they are unpredictable and don’t always go as “planned.”

But sometimes the change in plans creates the best experience in the world…as was the case on Friday when our daughter, Lynzie Rain was born.

For several months I’ve had extreme pelvic area pain.  It is mainly present when I try to get in or out of bed, turn over, basically move my legs if I’m sitting or laying.  It is practically unbearable.  About a week ago I looked at Zach and said, “I don’t know how they are ever going to get me to move during labor with cords attached to me.”  More than anything else, this is why I was done being pregnant.

Then, on Tuesday I had several hours of mild, but consistent contractions.  The next two days brought me pretty severe pain when I walked and longer distance than around the house. I really began to wonder why I told the doc I wanted to induce the day before week 40 instead of day 1 of week 39.

On Thursday I dropped Isaac off at school and then rushed to my doctors appointment.  It was a snowy, snowy day and my “snow” shoes and the only shoes I can wear with my only pair of pants that were fitting have absolutely NO tread, so I had to walk really slow and be very careful to keep from falling on the ice.

The nurse took all my stats…I was down to 175, another pound from the week before (and my sugars had been high the entire day before).  My blood pressure and such was fine I think.  I always have trouble remembering those numbers, too many.

I’ve seen the same doctor since I was diagnosed with GD, so every week for eight weeks I’ve seen her and we have a better relationship than when I see a different doctor each time, so when she walked in I jokingly (kind of) said I don’t know why I said we should wait until Monday and didn’t go with today.  She said, “well, you want to induce tomorrow?”  Of course I did!  So, after checking me…I was 2cm dilated and at a -2 station…she went to make sure they had beds that night up in the Birth Place.

Yep, they had beds and even better, the doctor on-call who would be delivering our little girl was the same doctor who delivered Isaac and is who we’ve wanted to deliver her all along.  I was so excited and ready to go.

While I was finishing up my last day of work, I was also preparing Isaac’s stuff to take to Mom and Dad’s.  The plan was for him to be there for three nights, so I wanted to be sure they had everything they needed.  Especially because he’d been coughing.  Part of the plan was to make sure Isaac was tired enough to sleep for them, so we decided to forego nap-time, which could have made a rather challenging work afternoon for me, but instead Isaac was amazing.  He colored and wrote letters, brought in toys, sorted crayons, pencils and craft sticks.  Somehow he occupied those two hours without anything electronic or even asking for it (he #1 go-to) and I’d actually planned on letting him watch a movie.

After work, Isaac and I took a shower and packed his bags.  He was such a helpful boy!  And then we headed to McDonald’s (didn’t want the dishes) for our last meal as a family of three.  Isaac choose to sit next to me, which he never does and it was just so special to enjoy him that it made me emotional.

We arrived at Mom and Dad’s right on time and gave them directions and rules (more for Isaac, but we wanted him to hear us tell them), showed them the nebulizer and got Isaac settled with a movie and plans to see him the next day. And we were finally off to the hospital.

We arrived at the hospital at 10PM and got checked into our room.  It took about an hour to get hooked up to the IV, start the monitors and answer questions.  Then the nurse went to get instructions from the doctor on how we were inducing.  The idea was to sleep, but unfortunately, going to the bathroom was a pain (literally…because of my pelvic/hip pain) and all the things I had to take with me and un-plug and then if my blood-pressure cuff went off while I was in the bathroom, then we’d have to call a nurse to reset the darn thing.  Then, my oxygen levels were slightly low, so every time I was almost asleep the alarm would sound stating my oxygen levels were low.  And I had a stuffy nose!  I was a mess.

Once we finally got all that settled, it was about 1AM and the nurse gave me 2 quarters of a pill (so I guess 1/2) that was supposed to start some contractions.  It did what it was supposed to do and I started dilating and having contractions – mild, but consistent.  At 5AM the nurse started the pitocin drip and came in about every hour to increase the rate.  During this time, I dozed occasionally, but no real sleep.

At 8AM, my doctor came by to check on me before going to the office.  We discussed pain  options.  She said she always recommends the epidural, but they would support whatever decision I made and told me the benefits/disadvantages of them all.  She also asked if I wanted to have my water broken, or if I wanted it to break naturally…I told her that we should break it, we were already beyond “natural.”  So, she broke my water and left for the day.

By 9 or 9:30 I was having pretty good contractions and was managing them okay, but the getting up to go pee and all the pain associated with that on top of the contractions made me finally consider the epidural.  At this point I think I was about 5cm, but the nurse and doctor kept asking me if I felt like I needed to push because I was making so much noise (crazy because I was pretty quiet with Isaac).  In reality, I only wanted to cuss (unusual for me) and I needed to squeeze a hand or something really tight through every contraction.

By 10AM, the epidural was in place, I was 6cm dilated, the cath was in place and feeling much better than when I was in labor with Isaac.  All I could really feel was the cath when I had a contractions, which told me I was still progressing.

At 11:30AM, Mom, Dad and Isaac showed up.  We were talking and Dad and Zach were watching the monitor and discussing the contractions and they changed.  I felt some heat between my legs during two contractions that Dad and Zach said were big and I could no longer feel them through the cath, but instead in my butt.  I still didn’t feel like I needed to push, so I didn’t really mention anything.

Zach decided to go get lunch and not two minutes later the doctor walked in to check on me.  I asked Dad and Isaac to step outside. (I later found out they decided to go find Zach in the cafeteria).  The pillow between my legs was wet and bloody and the doc quickly determined that I was ready to push.  She said to let Zach no, but that he didn’t need to rush and that she would let the teams know and get lunch herself and be back.

I called Zach twice and sent him a text…no response.  I learned later that he didn’t get any of the notification until he was up on the third floor again, guess the basement is a pit of no reception.  But, Dad and Isaac were snuck up on Zach and scared him.  Meanwhile, the doc saw Dad and told him we were ready to go and Dad pointed her to Zach, who turned around to see the doctor running at him.  So even though I couldn’t get through, Zach got the message.

Zach got back to the room and everyone started setting up.  The mirror I requested was brought in and the nurse helped us do some “practice” pushes and after two, she said she needed to go get the doctor.  It was kind of funny.  The doctor came in and asked if I wanted the mirror (because it was right in the spot where her tools went), I said, “Yes and suggested we move it to the other side.  We started pushing as it was being moved and I was a little distracted during the first push because I couldn’t see.  We finally got it all in position and I pushed two more times and Lynzie popped out!  I watched it all and was tearing up as they put her on my belly and let me help rub her while Zach cut the umbilical cord, which had been wrapped once around her neck.  Then they took her over to get warm and looked at.  Her cries had sounded fluidy and she was blue.  They gave her some oxygen, tested her blood sugars and weighed her…she was 7 lbs, 12 oz…11 oz bigger than Isaac was. And her head was 14 inches, which I guess is big.

The doctor stitched me up, so she could get back to the office before missing an appointment.  She ate lunch and delivered a baby in her lunch break…crazy!

I was bought some juice and snacks, ordered lunch and eventually, Lynzie was brought back to me.  Her oxygen levels were low, so they monitored that, but as soon as we got skin to skin, they rose to normal levels and we nursed.  Everything took a while and I think it was around 3 when Isaac and Dad finally got to come back.  Isaac was a little unsure at first and more interested in going on an adventure, but that was to be expected.

It was truly one of the best experiences of my life.  There is nothing like being alert and watching your child come into this world!

And my recovery so far has been easier…but then again, I didn’t tear as bad as the first time.

Lynzie is perfect…her sugars were all fine the first 12 hours, so we didn’t have to do anything special.  She has a bit of jaundice, and was 7 lbs 4 oz when we left the hospital and had already gained 2 oz by her doctor’s appointment the next day.  She eats like a champ.

Isaac is in love!  The morning after we got home, I went and woke him up to see if he wanted to snuggle with us in our bed.  His first words…”And Baby Lynzie too.”  He tells her all the time how precious and beautiful she is and loves to hold her hand and asks to hold her all the time.  It really is precious seeing how loving he is.


The Last Night

I watched my son jump around and be himself today. It was bittersweet. I looked at him thinking, he has no idea that tonight is his last night as an only child. His last moments alone with his mommy. I wanted to cry. I want to cry now.

How can I be so split in two. One of me completely devoted to Isaac and the other completely devoted to our baby girl. How can I want both…a new baby and no changes in our life.

I wonder how this will effect Isaac and his personality. We will never know Baby Girl without a brother. But who would she be without him. Who will she be?

Isaac had a moment today of yelling and stating that everything in his room was his. I don’t really know what started the yelling, but I have a feeling despite all our trying to prepare him, it’ll be something we have to deal with from now on.

I wanted this post to be about how excited I am to meet my daughter. How I’ve struggled all week with the waiting. But instead I got emotional and now I need to rest…we’ve got a baby to welcome in a few hours!

A New Day

We’ve always been pretty flexible with my son’s bedtime…meaning he doesn’t have one.  He generally goes to bed between 11 and midnight.  I know for a lot of parents, this is crazy, but for us it works.

You see, when Isaac was first born, the only time Zach really got to see him was a bit in the middle of the day and in the evenings, he didn’t get home until 7.  Plus, keeping Isaac up later makes him sleep longer in the mornings, which allows me to get lots of work done, without having interruptions and my back-up (AKA Mom), doesn’t have to rush over in the mornings.

Last year, Isaac started school and as expected, being woken up in the mornings was rough.  Half-way through the year, we added in the nebulizer in the morning which made it even earlier for him.  Thankfully, the neb and a show was actually a very easy way to ease into the day.

This year Isaac’s sleep schedule isn’t much different.  We’ve been trying (not very hard) to modify it slightly so he is up and out of bed by 9AM daily (Zach gets home at 9:30ish), but it’s the afternoon naps that are killing us.  He goes to nap when Zach goes back to work at 1:30 and most days I’m waking him up at 5, which, of course, means he doesn’t want to go  to bed any earlier.  Maybe the new baby will help disrupt things enough to get him into bed slightly sooner…say 10?

Anyway, this is all not the point I was trying to write about.  Isaac is not a morning kid.  Most of the time he wants to snuggle at least 15 minutes before getting up and then getting him going is constant whining and redirection (or so it seems)….but yesterday…yesterday I had a different kid.

Isaac woke up before I got out of bed and wanted to snuggle.  We snuggled a bit and talked about how it was a school day and such.  I got up and got to work and Isaac went into his room and played (this never happens in the mornings).  I reminded him that he needed to get dressed and he came in with the shorts and shirt he’d worn the day before. I told him they were dirty and he needed warmer clothes.  He went back to his room, took off the other clothes and put on new pants, socks and shoes (I had to get a shirt down, so I helped with that) and then he was ready to go.  Go complaining.

We got breakfast, which he ate (it’s a fight most days) and picked out a snack (that was still a bit of a fight) and we headed to the car.  Isaac wasn’t quite done with his pancakes so I asked him to carry those and his backpack out to the car.  He started to complain and I asked him if I had more than him, he agreed and stopped complaining.

When we got to the car the strangest thing happened.  Isaac informed me that he could buckle himself in.  We’ve been trying to encourage this as we figure it’ll help out when the baby comes, but the buckle is a little challenging.  But he didn’t want my help.  I told him he could try while I ran into the house for one more thing.  When I got back to the car, sure enough, he’d buckled himself all the way in and then announced, “I didn’t know I could do that, but I can.”

On the way to school, we counted cows and discussed why pancakes are not served in a pan even though they are called “pan”cakes.

At school, we were a bit early, so were the first ones there.  He hung up his coat, threw open his classroom door, put away his snack, wash his hands as he told his teacher, “I can write S’s now,” pulled his name for attendance and then went and stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips.

He teachers laughed as I told them the story about how he can now write S’s and how he has been quite on top of things this morning.  I honestly don’t think Isaac knew quite what to do with an empty room or toys and no friends. 🙂

My little guy sure is growing up.

Sidenote about the S’s.  Isaac has always struggled with S’s, it’s the hardest letter in his name.  Recently he has taken to writing a lightening bolt in the S place instead of whining “I can’t.”  We’ve encouraged that and he even started writing Stop every where too.  Then the other day we were talking to my sister online via video chat and Zach and I mentioned how Isaac S’s look like lightening bolts and we need to work on it (my sis is a kindergarten teacher).  Isaac stopped what he was doing, went over to his easel, grabbed a blue marker and wrote a perfect S and said, “Look, I can write an S now.  I didn’t know I could do that.” and ever since, S’s are S’s not lightening bolts and he is just as excited as we are.

The Jet

On Sunday I took Isaac for a walk.  I’ve been trying to walk more and with my due date so close, they say walking can help speed labor along, so it seemed like a good idea.  It was a beautiful day and we have some really nice parks around that Isaac would enjoy.  We picked one of the furthest ones we walk to and headed out.

The park is 1.5 miles away, down a bike path, no streets or cars to worry about.  It was around noon and a half a mile in, Isaac was tired and wanted to stop (but I was feeling good!) and then he wanted me to carry him.  We continued along the way and as we drew nearer to the park we could see a big cargo jet at the airbase that is directly across the street from the park.

We were still about a quarter of a mile or so from the park, but this is Isaac favorite part of the walk because it is also next to a nature preserve and there are lot of praraire dogs barking and he likes to look for them.

When we reached the edge of the park, I noticed that the cargo jet was moving and thought it was probably taxiing for take off.  So Isaac and I sat in the grass, in the shade with our backs against the fence for the baseball field and just watched the jet move as we rested and talked.  Sure enough, within a few minutes the jet was up in the air and we’d had a front row seat.  It was a perfect moment on a Sunday afternoon with my son.  With the new baby days away from making her appearance, it made it that much more special.

We continued onto the park, played for a while and headed back towards home.  Isaac wasn’t going to make it, so we called Zach to pick us up at the only point on the trail that passes a street about a half a mile from the park and I still had to carry Isaac a least half that distance.  Both Isaac and I were wiped out when we returned home, but oh, what precious time spent with my first born.

Conversations with a 3-year-old

Sometimes I just need to write down conversation that Isaac and I have so I don’t forget.  Yesterday was a day filled with funnies…now I hope I can remember them.

Isaac was upstairs going poop.  We’ve been working on him being more independent about it – going by himself, turning the light on, wiping, etc.

I: Mommy! We have a problem.

Me: What?

I: I got poop on my hand.

Me: How’d you do that?

I: It just happened.

Me: Well, wipe it off with toilet paper and then finish wiping your butt.  Then you need to wash your hands good.

I: But it won’t come off!

I walk in to help a bit, used a wipe on his hand and had him get down so I could wipe his butt.  As I was going to the bathroom he washed his hands…

I: Thank you Mommy.

Me: For what?

I: Telling me how to fix the problem and coming up here to help.

Me: You’re welcome.


Later in the night, Isaac was reading the board books.  We just recently relocated them so they are in a basket under our bed.  He hasn’t read them in ages, but spent a LONG time reading them out loud.  It was so cute.  He was reading an Eric Carle book and ran across a snake and started talking to himself about snakes and then:

I: Daddy, do snakes go to bed at night?

Z: Yeah.

I: Oh…Does your snake at your work go nigh-nigh at nighttime?

Z: Yeah.

I: In his cage?  He is there all alone?

Z: Yeah.

I: (a little panicked) He can protect himself?  Daddy, your snake can protect himself when he is all alone?

Me: What does he need protecting from?

I: Um…I don’t know, maybe monsters. (leaves the room to track down Daddy)  Daddy! Do snakes protect themselves?

Z: Yeah.

I: From what?  He just protects himself?  Is there something scary at your work?

At this point I can’t hear the rest of the conversation, but Isaac returns to the room and his books all excited to read another one.

The Waiting Game

I’m 38 weeks pregnant today.  I feel like I’m just playing a waiting game.

  • I’ve done an amazing job preparing people at work to take over for me.
  • We got most of the house clean thanks to some amazing help from my father-in-law. The exceptions are the ceiling fan in the dining room, a bit of dusting in the kids’ room and office and the bathroom.
  • Everything is washed for the baby.
  • The car has been cleaned and carseats installed.
  • The Baby’s bag is packed…but I have yet to think about my hospital bag or what I need to have together for Isaac (Zach’s on his own).

And now I just sit around an wait…I’ve been trying to occupy myself, but it’s just not too easy when I’m ready to hold this little girl in my arms.  I’m ready to stop poking myself.  I’m ready to eat pizza and cheesecake and enjoy it.   I’m ready to stop wondering when it is going to happen…will she come on her own or will we induce?  Will my water break?  What day?

But in a lot of ways it’s good she hasn’t shown up yet.  I was so sick for two plus weeks and then Isaac got sick again at the end of last week.  I think he had bronchitis.  He had a very dry unproductive non-stop cough all day on Sunday and even through most of the night.  Poor kid just kept saying “I’m just so tired” through his coughing.  He has a bit of a residual cough now and his voice isn’t quite normal (how could it be after coughing for 24 hours with only 30 second breaks).

Zach also needed some time at work.  They have to ensure a proper ratio of kids to adults and he had one staff member on a four week vacation and then two quit because they found better paying/in their field jobs, so before he could feel okay with not being their and leaving things in the hands of his assistant, he needed to hire some people and it’s just a bonus that the four week vacation is over.

So now we all wait…and wait…and wonder…


Bacon Sausage Soup

We’ve had this twice in the last month and then ate the leftovers the next day.  It is quickly become our favorite soup….so yummy.

I found this post on Pinterest and made my own modifications.

  • 4 slices bacon, diced
  • 1 lb 8 oz ground hot Italian sausage
  • 2 chicken breasts, diced
  • 1 large yellow onion, diced
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 4 cups (32 oz) chicken stock
  • 3 2 cups russet potatoes, cubed
  • 1.5 cups carrots, chopped
  • 1 stick celery, chopped
  • 3/4 tsp sea salt
  • 1/4 tsp freshly ground black pepper
  • 2 cups kale spinach, in bite size pieces
  • 1 cup heavy whipping cream
  • parmesan cheddar cheese, grated
In a large pot, cook the bacon until crispy. Drain the grease. Add the sausage, breaking it apart as it cooks, and chicken. Once sausage is browned and crumbled, drain off grease leaving a tbsp to saute the onion and celery.
Push the sausage and bacon to the edge of the pot and add the onion and celery to the center; saute until translucent; add garlic; saute until fragrant.
Stir in the stock, potatoes and carrots, season with salt and pepper, and simmer for about 20 minutes or until potatoes and carrots are tender.
Add kale spinach and heavy whipping cream. Bring to a simmer. Top with parmesan cheddar cheese, when serving.