Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Family is Coming! The Family is Coming!

And, of course, the day before they arrive, Monkey decides to stretch his lungs and grow an attitude. Seriously, in 2 hours he drank almost 5oz...compared to the normal 2-3 every 2-3 hours. Great. If he's not eating, he's screaming. The only other thing that calms him is to be held. Which is fine...most of the time. I can't hold him all the time, it's just not possible. But if I put him down he stays calm for maybe 30 minutes, and then the cycle resumes. He was great until about 4pm today, the whole time we were walking around downtown he was a peach. Once we got home, all hell broke loose.

On another note, my parents will be here tomorrow. YAY! Hopefully they will have some ideas if Monkey is still acting up. I seriously think it's a combination of him having a growth spurt (and therefore possibly growing pains), maybe a touch of reflux, gas, and just generally wanting to be held. Still, older and wiser parents (aka my mom and dad and Ben's mom) may have some suggestions that I have not already thought of. I sure hope so...I love Monkey dearly, but mommy can only take so much screaming before she becomes the crazy lady with a crying baby who never gets into real clothes!
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Monday, February 7, 2011

And I would do it all again! much has happened. Namely, the new addition to our family and love of our lives, Monkey was born on Wednesday, Feb 2, 2011 at 3:14am. He was 5lbs 4.8oz and 18 inches long.

I went in on Monday, the 31st, for my scheduled induction due to Monkey being IUGR. After checking in, Cervadil was placed at approximately 6pm. By 9pm I was in excruciating pain...not super common with cervadil, but not uncommon either. At 10pm I was given Stadol...and if I can say anything about Stadol, it would be STAY AWAY!!! This stuff made me slur, feel and act drunk, and according to Ben "completely nuts! I remember talking to my mother on the phone, and her and my sister wouldn't let me off the phone because I was too funny! So I went to sleep, until about 3am...then came the second dose of Stadol to get me back to sleep. I woke up at 5am, and they took the Cervadil out. I got a shower, and at 6am I was told that I was 1cm dilated. So they started Pitocin.

Apparently I'm one of the weird people to whom Pitocin does absolutely nothing to. I was joking with Ben and sleeping all day. I didn't feel a single contraction. And that night when they checked me I hadn't dilated at back on the Cervadil I went. By 11pm on Feb 1st I was in so much pain (apparently I was lucky and got to experience back labor and regular contractions. go me) that the Dr decided to give me my epidural and break my waters. On just a few hours of the second dose of Cervadil I had dilated to 3cm. So I got my epidural, and I LOVED IT. I seem to have whited out, because I don't remember much until about 2:30am, but apparently I became chatty Cathy. Oops...totally beyond my control.

At 2:30am on the 2nd, I was at 8cm. That's right, my amazing body dilate 5cm in just a few short hours. I was feeling SO much pressure that all I wanted to do was push. However, they told me to wait because everyone was helping deliver a set of twins down the hall. At 3am the residents, interns, and one attending were there, and it was time to push. At 3:14 after only 3-4 contractions, Monkey was here! Ben was so in love, but later told me that childbirth was one of the grossest things he had ever seen. He gave me a quick kiss and went to check on his son.

I remember no pain after getting the epi, only pressure and the intense need to push. I also remember slight burning right as his head came out, apparently because I tore a little (1st degree tear). After all the pictures were taken and Monkey was taken to the nursery for all the standard newborn stuff, we had to attempt me getting up after an epi. Not fun. I could move my feet, but apparently the epi took more on my left side, and my left leg didn't work...I fell, ripping my IV partially out of my arm. So, about an hour later, we tried again...I was able to walk, go to the restroom, and have the nurse help me clean up.

Then, packed with padding and ice and a clean gown, I was wheeled down to mother/baby, where I spent the next 3 days (I'm counting Wed because he was born so early in the morning that I still had all day to go). While there I developed a fever, nausea, vomiting, diarreah, and chills. Turns out that I got a UTI from my catheter, so that's fun. We also discovered that Monkey does not want to breastfeed. He'll take a bottle like a champ, but straight from the source is a no-go. So Ben and I have decided that I will just pump and give him that in a bottle, and then supplement with formula.

He's absolutely perfect, but a night owl, so we have to work on that!
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