Here's a Little Bug update. She had her first doctor's appointment a few days ago and is already back to her birth weight! Little oinker! She's waking up a bit more and it's fun to see her big eyes staring back at you. . . they are starting to look brown. She also lets us sleep a couple four hour blocks a night and we're not complaing about that! All in all, she's a keeper and treating us pretty well.
05 December 2008
Not a good idea
I know I shouldn't have, but as I was staring at my closet I couldn't help myself. I tried on some of my pre-pregnancy cloths. It didn't go well. However, I did feel a little better when I looked down and saw this;
Here's a Little Bug update. She had her first doctor's appointment a few days ago and is already back to her birth weight! Little oinker! She's waking up a bit more and it's fun to see her big eyes staring back at you. . . they are starting to look brown. She also lets us sleep a couple four hour blocks a night and we're not complaing about that! All in all, she's a keeper and treating us pretty well.
Here's a Little Bug update. She had her first doctor's appointment a few days ago and is already back to her birth weight! Little oinker! She's waking up a bit more and it's fun to see her big eyes staring back at you. . . they are starting to look brown. She also lets us sleep a couple four hour blocks a night and we're not complaing about that! All in all, she's a keeper and treating us pretty well.
28 November 2008
"I love that she came with an instruction manual"
I noticed from our last entry that Andrew forgot some crucial details. For those interested, here is a more detailed account of how our little bug arrived.
After a disappointing BYU loss to Utah, Andrew and I decided to console ourselves with some ice cream and a movie. After the movie, I hopped up from the couch and felt a little gush of fluid. I thought "that was odd" but decided to ignore it. While I was getting ready for bed more fluid kept gushing out. I was starting to worry about the problem but the reality of the situation never really clicked. In fact, it was Andrew who came up with the idea...Maybe your water broke? ... Of course I quickly shot down that idea. I was probably in denial that the time had now come and I was going to have to push her out. It didn't take long before I had to accept the mounting evidence that in fact my water had broken.
The doctor advised us to go to the hospital where they confirmed that my water had broken, that I was having mild contractions, and that the baby was doing well. We had the option to check into the hospital or go home and come back in the morning. It was about 2 AM at this time. We decided to head home and, needless to say, it was a long night. The contractions weren't strong enough to cause real pain, but they were uncomfortable enough to keep me awake. By 8 AM, I was having contractions every 4 minutes for about 40 seconds and the pain was increasing. It was time! By 9 we were all checked in at the hospital.
Unfortunately, the adrenaline from the drive to the hospital disrupted the regularity of my contractions. At this point the doctor told us that women whose water has broken often have long, slowly progressing labors. Since my contractions were no longer regular and I hadn't slept well the night before, she advised speeding up the process with some pitocin. I agreed, but in hindsight this was a bad idea. My contractions were already increasing on their own and I headed into active labor. The pitosin just put my contractions right on top of each other and seemed to increase the pain. By 2:30 PM I was exhausted, only dilated to a three, and getting no rest between contractions. At this point, I went for the epidural. It felt like a dream and my only regret is that I didn't go for it earlier! So, for the first time since 2:30AM I was able to relax, sleep, and most importantly like Andrew again:)
By 7:30 PM I was fully dilated and feeling the pressure to push! I was all excited, thinking that we would finally get to meet her in just a few minutes. Three very tiring hours later I was still pushing and we were no closer to meeting our little one. Not only was she facing upwards with her head bearing down on my lower back/tailbone area, but her head was also at an odd angle. At this point, the doctor gave me a choice. She could try to suction her out, with %50 chance of success with failure leaded to a c-section, or we could just go straight for a c-section. It wasn't more than a split second before I decided to try the suction first. Now, I don't think I'd really mind having a c-section if I hadn't just gone through 24 hours of labor. In my mind it's gotta be one or the other, not both. So, I was pretty grumpy that if the suction didn't work, I'd be wheeled into surgery for a c-section. The good news was that this fact provided me with excellent motivation to push her out! Thank heavens the suction worked and a few pushes later we finally met our little bug for the first time.
There you go, the most painful thing I've done! A few hours after delivery they took us down to the recovery room. On the desk was a half inch thick booklet on newborns and parenting. Andrew happily exclaimed, "I love that she came with an instruction manual!" Apparently we're all set and ready to go!
And here is Little Bug enjoying her Thanksgiving feast and post dinner slumber.
After a disappointing BYU loss to Utah, Andrew and I decided to console ourselves with some ice cream and a movie. After the movie, I hopped up from the couch and felt a little gush of fluid. I thought "that was odd" but decided to ignore it. While I was getting ready for bed more fluid kept gushing out. I was starting to worry about the problem but the reality of the situation never really clicked. In fact, it was Andrew who came up with the idea...Maybe your water broke? ... Of course I quickly shot down that idea. I was probably in denial that the time had now come and I was going to have to push her out. It didn't take long before I had to accept the mounting evidence that in fact my water had broken.
The doctor advised us to go to the hospital where they confirmed that my water had broken, that I was having mild contractions, and that the baby was doing well. We had the option to check into the hospital or go home and come back in the morning. It was about 2 AM at this time. We decided to head home and, needless to say, it was a long night. The contractions weren't strong enough to cause real pain, but they were uncomfortable enough to keep me awake. By 8 AM, I was having contractions every 4 minutes for about 40 seconds and the pain was increasing. It was time! By 9 we were all checked in at the hospital.
Unfortunately, the adrenaline from the drive to the hospital disrupted the regularity of my contractions. At this point the doctor told us that women whose water has broken often have long, slowly progressing labors. Since my contractions were no longer regular and I hadn't slept well the night before, she advised speeding up the process with some pitocin. I agreed, but in hindsight this was a bad idea. My contractions were already increasing on their own and I headed into active labor. The pitosin just put my contractions right on top of each other and seemed to increase the pain. By 2:30 PM I was exhausted, only dilated to a three, and getting no rest between contractions. At this point, I went for the epidural. It felt like a dream and my only regret is that I didn't go for it earlier! So, for the first time since 2:30AM I was able to relax, sleep, and most importantly like Andrew again:)
By 7:30 PM I was fully dilated and feeling the pressure to push! I was all excited, thinking that we would finally get to meet her in just a few minutes. Three very tiring hours later I was still pushing and we were no closer to meeting our little one. Not only was she facing upwards with her head bearing down on my lower back/tailbone area, but her head was also at an odd angle. At this point, the doctor gave me a choice. She could try to suction her out, with %50 chance of success with failure leaded to a c-section, or we could just go straight for a c-section. It wasn't more than a split second before I decided to try the suction first. Now, I don't think I'd really mind having a c-section if I hadn't just gone through 24 hours of labor. In my mind it's gotta be one or the other, not both. So, I was pretty grumpy that if the suction didn't work, I'd be wheeled into surgery for a c-section. The good news was that this fact provided me with excellent motivation to push her out! Thank heavens the suction worked and a few pushes later we finally met our little bug for the first time.
There you go, the most painful thing I've done! A few hours after delivery they took us down to the recovery room. On the desk was a half inch thick booklet on newborns and parenting. Andrew happily exclaimed, "I love that she came with an instruction manual!" Apparently we're all set and ready to go!
And here is Little Bug enjoying her Thanksgiving feast and post dinner slumber.
27 November 2008
Presenting . . . our little bug!
She is finally here and, in our very objective opinions, she is very cute. Nora Marley was born on Nov 23rd at 10:39 PM. She was 7 lbs 1 oz and 20 inches long. Well, Enough with the words already here are the pictures.
20 November 2008
Baby update
I really can't complain about my pregnancy. Granted the first trimester was not fun, but since then I've been feeling great. That was up until about a week and a half ago, when suddenly I realized moving around was...difficult. Walking, sleeping, sitting, and standing up, all of it, uncomfortable. I decided that it was time for our little one to come out. As of late, I've been trying to talk her into it, but she has yet to be convinced.
We did receive a little good news from what will hopefully be my last prenatal doctors appointment, but I'm trying not to jinx myself by saying that. At the moment I have dilated to 1 cm! I know, it doesn't sound like much but I'm 1/10 the way there and that's something. Granted it's the easiest 1/10, but I'll take it. The really interesting part was while the doctor was checking me, she actually poked the baby's head; hopefully it was more like a gentle touch. She said it was in a great position. Of course Andrew wanted to know if that meant she was coming in the next few days, but basically all it tells us is she's on her way. I guess we already knew that, but it's still fun to hear progress is being made.
Since my first pregnancy is coming to a close, I have been recalling all my little pregnancy nuances that I never knew would be coming my way. I feel they should be recorded and since this blog is as good a place as any, here it goes.
My favorite quirks and lessons learned:
1) I had no idea cravings would suddenly feel like needs. I no longer simply craved things, I needed them.
2) I never really knew how good soda was. Before, I would walk down the soda isle at the grocery store, passing by all the six, twelve, and eighteen packs and wonder, who bought this junk. Suddenly I found myself pregnant and smacking my lips at just the thought of walking down the soda isle. If it were up to me, I would have had the fridge stocked my entire pregnancy. Luckily (or maybe unfortunately), Andrew stepped in on that one and squashed all my soda dreams. I have to admit, I was still able to sneak a few six packs past him.
3) I had no idea someone could work up a sweet going down a flight of stairs.
4) Who knew that flip flops could become too small.
5) And that brings me to apples. I didn’t know anyone could become an apple addict. I had to stop myself from devouring apple after apple. One time after a trip to the grocery store, Andrew saw me putting away multiple bags and different varieties of apples. I watched as his eyes got bigger and I think he was slightly confused as to why we had so many apples.
So there you have it. I wonder what the second time around will bring? But until then, I think I'll focus on coxing our first little one out because, I'll be honest, it's time.
We did receive a little good news from what will hopefully be my last prenatal doctors appointment, but I'm trying not to jinx myself by saying that. At the moment I have dilated to 1 cm! I know, it doesn't sound like much but I'm 1/10 the way there and that's something. Granted it's the easiest 1/10, but I'll take it. The really interesting part was while the doctor was checking me, she actually poked the baby's head; hopefully it was more like a gentle touch. She said it was in a great position. Of course Andrew wanted to know if that meant she was coming in the next few days, but basically all it tells us is she's on her way. I guess we already knew that, but it's still fun to hear progress is being made.
Since my first pregnancy is coming to a close, I have been recalling all my little pregnancy nuances that I never knew would be coming my way. I feel they should be recorded and since this blog is as good a place as any, here it goes.
My favorite quirks and lessons learned:
1) I had no idea cravings would suddenly feel like needs. I no longer simply craved things, I needed them.
2) I never really knew how good soda was. Before, I would walk down the soda isle at the grocery store, passing by all the six, twelve, and eighteen packs and wonder, who bought this junk. Suddenly I found myself pregnant and smacking my lips at just the thought of walking down the soda isle. If it were up to me, I would have had the fridge stocked my entire pregnancy. Luckily (or maybe unfortunately), Andrew stepped in on that one and squashed all my soda dreams. I have to admit, I was still able to sneak a few six packs past him.
3) I had no idea someone could work up a sweet going down a flight of stairs.
4) Who knew that flip flops could become too small.
5) And that brings me to apples. I didn’t know anyone could become an apple addict. I had to stop myself from devouring apple after apple. One time after a trip to the grocery store, Andrew saw me putting away multiple bags and different varieties of apples. I watched as his eyes got bigger and I think he was slightly confused as to why we had so many apples.
So there you have it. I wonder what the second time around will bring? But until then, I think I'll focus on coxing our first little one out because, I'll be honest, it's time.
17 November 2008
Celebration...nope, no baby yet
Our anniversary was election day Tuesday and since I was in class until 10pm that evening (Andrew was glued to the computer watching election updates), we decided we would celebrate later. It took us a while, but we finally celebrated this past Friday by going on the night tour of Alcatraz. I haven't been to Alcatraz since I was six and Andrew hadn't been at all. Although these two pics suggest it was mid-day, we spent most of our time wondering around the island in the dark. Much more creepy at night. At least it would have been if not for the hundreds of other people wandering around too. The dim lighting added to the ambiance, but for an even better night tour experience, I think they should add muted sound effects and muffled groans from hidden speakers in darkened cells. Oh, and then they need prison actors escaping from cells, terrorizing unsuspecting tourists with chain saws. . . Well . . . maybe not, but Alcatraz would make a great spook alley. In any case, we enjoyed a very warm and pleasant night on the Rock and of course it was great spend it with each other.
06 November 2008
Sneak peak
They are a little blurry, but here are some 3D pics of our nameless little one. The technician tried and tried to get her to move her hands away from her face, but she held her ground. I don't blame her, I think it's getting pretty tight in there! The middle pic is of her feet in case you can't tell:)
05 November 2008
Here's to us
Well, we've officially been married for two years! That is, since yesterday. And to commemorate the moment we'd each like to share our top three reasons of why we like being married. I'll start with mine; 1) I like having someone to share my life with, 2) I get as many back scratches as I want, and 3) the garbage is miraculously always taken out and a new liner is always placed in the trash can. Andrew's top reasons are; 1) He likes having someone to share his life with, 2) is always amazed there is a packed lunch waiting for him in the fridge when he's off to work, and 3) that there is always toilet paper nicely placed on the dispenser. Married life is truly wonderful!
27 October 2008
Miss Pac-Man
Recognize this little girl?20 October 2008
What's going on here?!
As of late, I feel like reorganizing everything. Such as, having these strong urges to clean our apartment from top to bottom. And I don't just mean clean here. I mean, tear apart the apartment and put it all back together again kinda urges. You know, like taking on the linen closet by refolding each towel and sheet. Which I did try to do at 12 o'clock last night, but was sadly thwarted by a tired Andrew telling me to get into bed. Now, they tell me this tendency is called nesting and this is what Pregnancy Weekly had to say about it;
Nesting brings about some unique and seemingly irrational behaviors in pregnant women and all of them experience it differently. Women have reported throwing away perfectly good sheets and towels because they felt the strong need to have "brand new, clean" sheets and towels in their home. They have also reported doing things like taking apart the knobs on kitchen cupboards, just so they could disinfect the screws attached to the knobs. Women have discussed taking on cleaning their entire house, armed with a toothbrush. There seems to be no end to the lengths a nesting mother will go to prepare for her upcoming arrival. (http://www.parentingweekly.com/pregnancy/pregnancy_information/nesting_instinct.htm)
Now, I never use to believe in such a phenomenon, but I guess I've been bitten by this strange bug. A few weeks ago, I just had to buy a pumpkin and decorate for Halloween (I've never been inspired to do that before). More recently, I actually became strangely jealous of some friends who moved simply because they got to go through everything they owned and reorganize it. I'd have to say, I became a believer in this so called nesting instinct. Time to go organize and clean - I better cash in on these feelings before it's too late.
Nesting brings about some unique and seemingly irrational behaviors in pregnant women and all of them experience it differently. Women have reported throwing away perfectly good sheets and towels because they felt the strong need to have "brand new, clean" sheets and towels in their home. They have also reported doing things like taking apart the knobs on kitchen cupboards, just so they could disinfect the screws attached to the knobs. Women have discussed taking on cleaning their entire house, armed with a toothbrush. There seems to be no end to the lengths a nesting mother will go to prepare for her upcoming arrival. (http://www.parentingweekly.com/pregnancy/pregnancy_information/nesting_instinct.htm)
Now, I never use to believe in such a phenomenon, but I guess I've been bitten by this strange bug. A few weeks ago, I just had to buy a pumpkin and decorate for Halloween (I've never been inspired to do that before). More recently, I actually became strangely jealous of some friends who moved simply because they got to go through everything they owned and reorganize it. I'd have to say, I became a believer in this so called nesting instinct. Time to go organize and clean - I better cash in on these feelings before it's too late.
04 October 2008
Oh baby
As of late, Andrew and I have been having conversations about what our baby will look like...I'm assuming this is a common conversation for expectant parents to have. Turns out, Andrew then spent an afternoon playing with some pics of us and a few morphing programs to figure it out, all scientific like. Here are the results! I think she looks pretty cute, despite the scary looking adult teeth she amazingly seems to have at such a tender age! We also figured out she'll grow up to be around 5 feet 5 inches (supposedly you figure this out by adding together the mother and fathers height, divided by two, minus two inches for a girl, plus two if you're having a boy). And we're also assuming that she is doomed to have short stocky legs, seeing how Andrew and I both have them. Sorry kid, those are the breaks.
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