So, I am sitting on the couch watching a Shrek Christmas special while d-man is at the gym and the girls are asleep. I have about 20 minutes until the little one needs to eat again. So, it's nice but what have I actually been doing? I haven't really talked to anyone. I finally hung out with a couple of friends last week but haven't really called anyone so I hope they assume that I'm okay.
So, I am, too, even though I'm pretty tired. I did spend part of today with baby A at the doctor dealing with her skin issues. D-man and I have dry skin and the poor kid seems to have it and then some. Anyway, things have been moving right along. Thankfully baby A has been in daycare so I can focus on baby M and try TRY to get even minimal things done around the house. I hit the same time suck as last time, attempting to increase my milk supply. So baby was again skinny, although we noticed earlier this time and didn't wait around before giving her food. The nurse told us to if no wet diaper on the day we left the hospital. We had no problem doing so this time and I still though that I was going to get milk in. I mean everything else was going as it should and we got pregnant the normal way. However, as much as things got better, I guess I still have my hormonal issues. This time, though I didn't get as upset, I got on it, with the same protocol. I accepted that this may or may not work. I started doing the same ritual every two to three hours- nurse, bottle, pump. This takes over an hour so it's completely exhausting. Once the realization set in that I was not pumping more than an ounce each time, d-man and I decided to limit it. The doctor said to try to nurse and then bottle feed. We dropped he pumping. It's working. She's getting something, I'm keeping my sanity, and we will do it for at least six weeks or until there isn't anything left.
As for everything else, I'm getting there--way slower than last time, I think. The fact that it hurt to really walk for like two weeks set the tone. Thankfully I haven't gained the weight I lost by having the baby, though I don't know how not.....I still don't fit into anything. Damn.
Ok, baby's got to eat......
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Baby M
So, I can't believe that it has been since August?? God, sorry. That may be good because I fear the blog had turned into a bitch session for in-law issues. Not this post, no worries. In the past three months I have endured a tiring and uncomfortable third trimester, got all of my major things done at work before leaving for three months and had the new baby--M! This is the inevitable birth story. It's amazing how this blog has morphed, but, life is funny....
The story begins with a crazy hurricane. Superstorm Sandy was to head right over my house less than 48 hours after my due date. I was so ready to go a bit earlier, but that did not happen....In any case, the d-man was prepping for armegeddon and I admit, I was pretty scared. We ended up lucking out, although watching those who were hit hard was really devastating. We actually never even lost power and spending the night at the in-laws due to their having a generator wasn't necessary (although D-man felt more comfortable). BUT, I was also nervous about driving to the hospital in 70 mile an hour wind gusts. This never happened, of course, and not only did she wait until the end of the month, she almost had us going in early.
The night before Halloween I started to feel contractions. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for like a month and I thought, at the time, that these were different. I remember thinking that this was a bit easier than last time because I was tougher...haha. Still hurt, though. We called the doctor and she threw out the five minutes apart thing that never happened with baby A. So, we waited and timed things. D-man packed the car, called the grand parents and was ready. Then....we both fell asleep. Never happened. I was kind of pissed. I did have a doctor's appointment at 9 on Halloween so I talked to the doc again...I am glad we never went in and had them send us home. I was now officially worried about that happening.
So, Halloween...we forgot to put baby A in a costume for daycare. We were busy, she won't remember. I met d-man for lunch in town since I was now officially on leave. I was still feeling the contractions but nothing crazy. I got out the insane amount of candy I bought (and ate a ton of), and the MIL was coming over that evening to sew a skirt on the bassinet (it's an old family heirloom from the early 1900s). So, while she was over (for 2 hours!) sewing, I definitely had a decent contraction, or a couple. I was of course, trying to minimize them as my being in labor is NOT something I would ever want the MIL to witness. D-man said to her that I probably was in labor...and she asked me if I wanted her to stay. so...nope. Anyway, we didn't get too many trick or treaters, and things moved quicker than last time...not quick in any way, but quicker. D-man at some point wanted to go, but I kept trying to wait until the five minute thing happened. NEVER did. I really think it's bullshit. Honestly, the contractions were like 5-15 minutes apart but lasted like 3-5 minutes. Thankfully we went in anyway around midnight, me worried the whole ride in that they would send us back....
But, we got in there, the resident blond chick on her OB track measured me at six centimeters, which for me means epidural. Enter Russian anesthesiologist. He did a very fast procedure, in Russian. Seemed to work better than last time! The side effects kinda sucked...threw up (and ms. resident backed up her chair so as to not get any on her..nice) and was shaking uncontrollably. They never mention that stuff. But within a couple hours I was ready to go...the real doc came in but I didn't catch her name (overnight crew) and I pushed baby M out in like 10-15 minutes with blond resident in charge. She has hair, unlike her sister who is STILL working on that. She is cute in a little old man way. She latched on right away, making me think the breast feeding thing was going to WORK this time (not so, more on that in future post).
We went to our room with baby in a few hours. I had odd pain in that I couldn't lift my legs without a lot of pain and rolling over in bed was painful. Dr. Google told me later that I was having pelvic pain issues but I didn't mention that to the doctor because I thought it was just normal pain. It really did suck and thankfully has gone away for the most part. What the hell, baby M isn't huge or anything---7 and a half pounds at birth. Anyway, we are beyond that at this point.
So, that's my short story...don't know who the doc was who delivered her, but it really was a normal uneventful birth so that didn't matter. She IS cute and the hospital stay was WAY too long (d-man almost lost it at the end...) but we had a good nurse (and some annoying ones) and are now figuring out how to handle two!
What the hell just happened?!?!?
The story begins with a crazy hurricane. Superstorm Sandy was to head right over my house less than 48 hours after my due date. I was so ready to go a bit earlier, but that did not happen....In any case, the d-man was prepping for armegeddon and I admit, I was pretty scared. We ended up lucking out, although watching those who were hit hard was really devastating. We actually never even lost power and spending the night at the in-laws due to their having a generator wasn't necessary (although D-man felt more comfortable). BUT, I was also nervous about driving to the hospital in 70 mile an hour wind gusts. This never happened, of course, and not only did she wait until the end of the month, she almost had us going in early.
The night before Halloween I started to feel contractions. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for like a month and I thought, at the time, that these were different. I remember thinking that this was a bit easier than last time because I was tougher...haha. Still hurt, though. We called the doctor and she threw out the five minutes apart thing that never happened with baby A. So, we waited and timed things. D-man packed the car, called the grand parents and was ready. Then....we both fell asleep. Never happened. I was kind of pissed. I did have a doctor's appointment at 9 on Halloween so I talked to the doc again...I am glad we never went in and had them send us home. I was now officially worried about that happening.
So, Halloween...we forgot to put baby A in a costume for daycare. We were busy, she won't remember. I met d-man for lunch in town since I was now officially on leave. I was still feeling the contractions but nothing crazy. I got out the insane amount of candy I bought (and ate a ton of), and the MIL was coming over that evening to sew a skirt on the bassinet (it's an old family heirloom from the early 1900s). So, while she was over (for 2 hours!) sewing, I definitely had a decent contraction, or a couple. I was of course, trying to minimize them as my being in labor is NOT something I would ever want the MIL to witness. D-man said to her that I probably was in labor...and she asked me if I wanted her to stay. so...nope. Anyway, we didn't get too many trick or treaters, and things moved quicker than last time...not quick in any way, but quicker. D-man at some point wanted to go, but I kept trying to wait until the five minute thing happened. NEVER did. I really think it's bullshit. Honestly, the contractions were like 5-15 minutes apart but lasted like 3-5 minutes. Thankfully we went in anyway around midnight, me worried the whole ride in that they would send us back....
But, we got in there, the resident blond chick on her OB track measured me at six centimeters, which for me means epidural. Enter Russian anesthesiologist. He did a very fast procedure, in Russian. Seemed to work better than last time! The side effects kinda sucked...threw up (and ms. resident backed up her chair so as to not get any on her..nice) and was shaking uncontrollably. They never mention that stuff. But within a couple hours I was ready to go...the real doc came in but I didn't catch her name (overnight crew) and I pushed baby M out in like 10-15 minutes with blond resident in charge. She has hair, unlike her sister who is STILL working on that. She is cute in a little old man way. She latched on right away, making me think the breast feeding thing was going to WORK this time (not so, more on that in future post).
We went to our room with baby in a few hours. I had odd pain in that I couldn't lift my legs without a lot of pain and rolling over in bed was painful. Dr. Google told me later that I was having pelvic pain issues but I didn't mention that to the doctor because I thought it was just normal pain. It really did suck and thankfully has gone away for the most part. What the hell, baby M isn't huge or anything---7 and a half pounds at birth. Anyway, we are beyond that at this point.
So, that's my short story...don't know who the doc was who delivered her, but it really was a normal uneventful birth so that didn't matter. She IS cute and the hospital stay was WAY too long (d-man almost lost it at the end...) but we had a good nurse (and some annoying ones) and are now figuring out how to handle two!
What the hell just happened?!?!?
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