She was 7 lbs 9 oz, 18 inches
We were admitted @ 1124, had baby @ 1142, discharged a little before 1600.
The nurses said it was a new in/out record by @ least 4 hrs :-)
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Alright, we are going to the hospital.
Going but not actually going in. One of her fears is to go into transition while in a car. So we will drive to the hospital now and walk around the hospital while she labors vice checking in so we can do our own thing till Lola's closer to being ready to come out. Don't know if i'll post here or on FB later. Check both.
3rd baby, 1st in Hospital. Go figure.
Well it looks like we'll get to meet our third baby soon. Little Lola hopefully will make her debut today. Rebecca started having contractions early this morning. Luckily she has learned from her previous experiences and made herself sleep in-between them.
A few minutes ago:
Of course as some of you know this might take a few more hours or a few more days. If you care to re-live those times, here ya go:
40 + hours w/Jacob starts Here
5 ish hours w/Georgia Here
Wish us luck!
J
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Bed Rest
I was laying in bed yesterday at 8:00 am on a Wednesday watching the birds play tag with each other outside my balcony doors. By that time, I'd taken a long soak in my bathtub, exfoliated, and enjoyed a simple breakfast of coffee and toast... Followed by lots and lots of water. It would have been the most simply perfect start to my day, if it hadn't been for the crushing sinus headache that precipitated all this peaceful me-time. I have been struggling with an unpleasant head cold for about a week now. The day before yesterday, I was almost starting to feel like myself agin and had resumed the normal pace of life. I did house work in the early morning; the gym after dropping Norm off a Pre-K; a tiny nap after lunch; followed by laundry and dinner prep in the late afternoon. All and all, I was feeling pretty great about having beaten this virus off with liberal use of the neti pot, ginger lemon tea, and a little bit of rest. Ha! Yesterday I was back to square one.
At three o'clock yesterday morning I awoke with the most skull-crushing sinus headache I have ever felt. Nooooo! It was brutal. If I had been alone in the house, without others to disturb, I would have taken a steaming hot shower. As it was, I got out of bed and settled for hot tea followed by a hot rice sock across the face. The morning found me sleep deprived and miserable. My gallant husband took the day off work so that I could crawl back into my hole and disappear from my motherly duties. I love him. The day passed slowly in a haze of pain. All I could do is pray for relief and wonder how I was going to survive all the to-dos I felt like this week was surely going to entail.
And yet a miracle has happened. Despite napping away yesterday, I still managed to fall asleep before 10 o' clock... I only woke up four times to pee, and once when a toddler crawled into bed between my Smoochy and I. And this morning, the headache is gone! All that remains of my misery is a runny nose! Easy-peasy. It is taking all my willpower not to jump up and do the laundry, vacuum the upstairs floors, hang a few straggling pictures, and the half a dozen other tasks I feel that need doing. I. Want. To clean. But, I'm not. I'm sitting on the couch in my PJs at 9:15 drinking tea and writing this post as a means of remaining stationary. Thank God, it is raining. Because otherwise I'd be with Normy on a school field trip to the zoo and Georgie would be playing at a friend's house. However, the gray and dismal sky made it an easy decision to clear the calendar. And from the sounds coming from the playroom, the toddlers don't seem to mind the change of plans.
I won't even go into how lame it is that I have to feel like I'm dying before I'll slow down enough to take care of myself. That's just the way it is. I ENJOY my domestic work. The real drudgery is done by machines; and the sorting, folding, and reshelving actually acomplished by my own energy takes very little time and frees my mind to wander. I find so much room for creativity in my day. In the kitchen, with my children, when I am crafting... It is all a vehicle forself expression. Well, I've written about all this before.
True, there isn't much original thinking going on in my little brain these days. I've been pretty much fixated on one major theme: When will this baby come? How will labor be? Will it be longer than with Georgia? What will it be like at the hospital? Which midwife will be on-call? And on and on and on. It isn't very interesting, even to me... But I just can't help it! Even knowing everything I do about birth; even though both my babies have come right at 40 weeks; I still couldn't resist thinking the day I turned 37 weeks: "Will I go into labor tonight?" He he he. Of course not, but I packed a little bag just in case, and I wrote down the numbers for the midwives, our Doula, and the GP we are using who will act as Lola's pediatrician and hopefully discharge us at 6 hours postpartum. Of corse deep down I know I still have about two weeks to go, or I would have dug the infant car seat out of the basement already. Patience. I'm trying to be patient.
I knew it was time to fix lunch and get her napping. Apparently I missed my window. After fixing sandwiches and cutting fruit I went down to the play room to find this:
At three o'clock yesterday morning I awoke with the most skull-crushing sinus headache I have ever felt. Nooooo! It was brutal. If I had been alone in the house, without others to disturb, I would have taken a steaming hot shower. As it was, I got out of bed and settled for hot tea followed by a hot rice sock across the face. The morning found me sleep deprived and miserable. My gallant husband took the day off work so that I could crawl back into my hole and disappear from my motherly duties. I love him. The day passed slowly in a haze of pain. All I could do is pray for relief and wonder how I was going to survive all the to-dos I felt like this week was surely going to entail.
And yet a miracle has happened. Despite napping away yesterday, I still managed to fall asleep before 10 o' clock... I only woke up four times to pee, and once when a toddler crawled into bed between my Smoochy and I. And this morning, the headache is gone! All that remains of my misery is a runny nose! Easy-peasy. It is taking all my willpower not to jump up and do the laundry, vacuum the upstairs floors, hang a few straggling pictures, and the half a dozen other tasks I feel that need doing. I. Want. To clean. But, I'm not. I'm sitting on the couch in my PJs at 9:15 drinking tea and writing this post as a means of remaining stationary. Thank God, it is raining. Because otherwise I'd be with Normy on a school field trip to the zoo and Georgie would be playing at a friend's house. However, the gray and dismal sky made it an easy decision to clear the calendar. And from the sounds coming from the playroom, the toddlers don't seem to mind the change of plans.
I won't even go into how lame it is that I have to feel like I'm dying before I'll slow down enough to take care of myself. That's just the way it is. I ENJOY my domestic work. The real drudgery is done by machines; and the sorting, folding, and reshelving actually acomplished by my own energy takes very little time and frees my mind to wander. I find so much room for creativity in my day. In the kitchen, with my children, when I am crafting... It is all a vehicle forself expression. Well, I've written about all this before.
True, there isn't much original thinking going on in my little brain these days. I've been pretty much fixated on one major theme: When will this baby come? How will labor be? Will it be longer than with Georgia? What will it be like at the hospital? Which midwife will be on-call? And on and on and on. It isn't very interesting, even to me... But I just can't help it! Even knowing everything I do about birth; even though both my babies have come right at 40 weeks; I still couldn't resist thinking the day I turned 37 weeks: "Will I go into labor tonight?" He he he. Of course not, but I packed a little bag just in case, and I wrote down the numbers for the midwives, our Doula, and the GP we are using who will act as Lola's pediatrician and hopefully discharge us at 6 hours postpartum. Of corse deep down I know I still have about two weeks to go, or I would have dug the infant car seat out of the basement already. Patience. I'm trying to be patient.
It takes such zen to simply live life and enjoy each moment, rather than wish away the days to get to some greener pasture... especially at 38 weeks pregnant.
So, this has been a snooze of a post. Just a page out of my journal really. But, then everything I do right now seems a little like killing time. I cannot wait to meet my daughter. It is all consuming. Of course, I am enjoying these final days of being big and beautiful as opposed to big and floppy! I am loving time with Normy and Georgia. But, I am ready. Ready to birth again. Ready for the next adventure. Ready for my sister to visit and ready for my hubby's paternity leave. Ready for my parents to be here. Ready for lazy days spent cuddling a newborn and eating food that other people have cooked! But mostly just ready to be totally and hopelessly in love with my sweet-smelling squishy baby. Can you blame me? Sounds pretty wonderful doesn't it?
So, this has been a snooze of a post. Just a page out of my journal really. But, then everything I do right now seems a little like killing time. I cannot wait to meet my daughter. It is all consuming. Of course, I am enjoying these final days of being big and beautiful as opposed to big and floppy! I am loving time with Normy and Georgia. But, I am ready. Ready to birth again. Ready for the next adventure. Ready for my sister to visit and ready for my hubby's paternity leave. Ready for my parents to be here. Ready for lazy days spent cuddling a newborn and eating food that other people have cooked! But mostly just ready to be totally and hopelessly in love with my sweet-smelling squishy baby. Can you blame me? Sounds pretty wonderful doesn't it?
The following are pictures of Normy playing nicely while Georgia pitched her fit:
I just shut off the light and covered her with a blanket. Two hours later she's still down there sleeping!
Sunday, May 09, 2010
To All My Mamas Out There!
Where my Mamas At!?!?
To all the loving' Mamas:
Life giving
Boo boo kissing
Dinner cooking
Carpool driving
Laundry washing Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all the butt powdering
Late night rocking
Baby wearing
Stroller pushing
Diaper washing
Huggies fastening
Breast feeding/ bottle feeding
Loving burping Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all my lunch packing
Back-pack checking
Report card signing
Homechooling
Unschooling
Project planning
Sleep-over survinging Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all those phone call policing
Newly texting
Learner's permit supervising
Prom dress shopping
Facts of life sharing
All night worrying
College tour planning
Thank, God they're graduating Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all my care package sending
Empty nesting
Long distance calling
Can't wait to be visiting
Finally bestfriending Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all of the groom dancing
Wedding dress shopping
First grandbaby loving
Holiday visiting
First home project helping
Off to a good start making Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all of you golden year basking
Great grand baby counting
Birthday card sending
Paitent ear lending
Christmas dinner hosting
Sage wisdom dispensing Mamas!
Today is your day!
To all the amazing mothers out there; love to you all! May you be cherished and loved to the brim on this Mother's Day. I am proud and honored to be counted amongst your ranks.
Happy Mother's Day!
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Almost 37 Weeks.
I remember back at the end March looking around at the world encrusted in ice, devoid of any colors other than grey, white, and dingy brown and thinking it would be a miracle that in a month or so everything would be once again grassy, green, and lush. I tied that thought into the realization that along with blooming of Spring would come the blossoming of my pregnancy. And now here we are into May. The flowering trees have already started loosing their blooms in exchange for dense green leaves. My belly has grown nearly as large as it will and Lola's birth is actually drawing near. On Tuesday I will be 37 weeks.
The final months of this pregnancy have passed as though I've been in a dream. I think in part, by my own design. I am so excited to meet my new daughter that I have been turning inward to deal with the pressing anticipation. I have not wanted to rush these precious pregnant days, ripe with hope, and longing, and joy... But the wait is so hard!
I have been cleaning the house; reading trashy vampire murder mysteries; taking naps; hunting online for bargains on used diapers for Lola's tiny tush... Anything but REALLY thinking about what lays ahead. The birth.
Lola's birth. Act three in the story of my birthing life. I don't know what to expect, but I find it so hard not to assume somethings will go the same as when her siblings were born. Both my previous labors started in the middle of the night with contractions light enough to sleep through. (What a shame I didn't take advantage of that with Normy's birth!) Both births happened right at forty weeks. So, that means Lola will be on time, right? Right. Her time, whenever that is. I've heard it said that your first birth is usually the hardest, you second the easiest, and your third is a wildcard. I've been trying to take that to heart and not put too much expectation on anything. I just keep telling myself that I can handle whatever this labor has to dish-out, and at the end of it will be my beautiful baby. I will CHOOSE to greet my baby with joy and gratitude no matter what path the journey takes that brings me to her. I'm sure it will be a wild ride...
In the hospital. I think I've passed the "I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" stage and have moved on to a place of acceptance. I was lamenting the other day to my doula that I was conflicted between wanting to get to the hospital early so as to avoid a car trip in heavy labor (or at least transition like Georgia's birth) and the desire to remain at home and comfortable in my own space for as long as possible. At which point in the conversation Smoochy very accurately pointed out: "Ya, I thought we gave up on the dream-birth when we decided on going to the hospital." Oh yea, I guess we'll just have to follow our instincts and go with the flow. Maybe I'll get lucky and my third birth will go as quickly as my mother's third birth. They never made it to the hospital. My baby brother was born right in their bed ruining the mattress. Surprise! The baby is here! (No one get their panties in a bunch, I am NOT secretly planning an unassisted birth. I am all about midwives, people!)
A few things about this pregnancy:
I have been obsessed with chewing ice.
I can't get enough of the smell of rubbing alcohol and find some excuse to use it every day. All of my earrings are disinfected!
I keep over-doing it and messing up my lower back. (Dancing all night at a wedding, weeding, lugging laundry, the vacuum, and toddlers up and down stairs, etc.)
Since the start of my third trimester, I have had one glass of wine, a glass of bubbly (at the wedding!), and sushi twice! This would never have happened with my first two pregnancies! Poor Lola.
I can't fall asleep at night. And I can't make it through the day without a nap.
Georgia pulls up her shirt and declares, "Lola's in there!"
The final months of this pregnancy have passed as though I've been in a dream. I think in part, by my own design. I am so excited to meet my new daughter that I have been turning inward to deal with the pressing anticipation. I have not wanted to rush these precious pregnant days, ripe with hope, and longing, and joy... But the wait is so hard!
I have been cleaning the house; reading trashy vampire murder mysteries; taking naps; hunting online for bargains on used diapers for Lola's tiny tush... Anything but REALLY thinking about what lays ahead. The birth.
Lola's birth. Act three in the story of my birthing life. I don't know what to expect, but I find it so hard not to assume somethings will go the same as when her siblings were born. Both my previous labors started in the middle of the night with contractions light enough to sleep through. (What a shame I didn't take advantage of that with Normy's birth!) Both births happened right at forty weeks. So, that means Lola will be on time, right? Right. Her time, whenever that is. I've heard it said that your first birth is usually the hardest, you second the easiest, and your third is a wildcard. I've been trying to take that to heart and not put too much expectation on anything. I just keep telling myself that I can handle whatever this labor has to dish-out, and at the end of it will be my beautiful baby. I will CHOOSE to greet my baby with joy and gratitude no matter what path the journey takes that brings me to her. I'm sure it will be a wild ride...
In the hospital. I think I've passed the "I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" stage and have moved on to a place of acceptance. I was lamenting the other day to my doula that I was conflicted between wanting to get to the hospital early so as to avoid a car trip in heavy labor (or at least transition like Georgia's birth) and the desire to remain at home and comfortable in my own space for as long as possible. At which point in the conversation Smoochy very accurately pointed out: "Ya, I thought we gave up on the dream-birth when we decided on going to the hospital." Oh yea, I guess we'll just have to follow our instincts and go with the flow. Maybe I'll get lucky and my third birth will go as quickly as my mother's third birth. They never made it to the hospital. My baby brother was born right in their bed ruining the mattress. Surprise! The baby is here! (No one get their panties in a bunch, I am NOT secretly planning an unassisted birth. I am all about midwives, people!)
A few things about this pregnancy:
I have been obsessed with chewing ice.
I can't get enough of the smell of rubbing alcohol and find some excuse to use it every day. All of my earrings are disinfected!
I keep over-doing it and messing up my lower back. (Dancing all night at a wedding, weeding, lugging laundry, the vacuum, and toddlers up and down stairs, etc.)
Since the start of my third trimester, I have had one glass of wine, a glass of bubbly (at the wedding!), and sushi twice! This would never have happened with my first two pregnancies! Poor Lola.
I can't fall asleep at night. And I can't make it through the day without a nap.
Georgia pulls up her shirt and declares, "Lola's in there!"
I have bee slack about taking pictures... so yesterday I took a whole slew in a flurry of costume changes. Actually most were without costume, so not for public consumption. All of these are self portraits, done by stacking my camera on a heap of books or what ever else was handy. Someday I'll pick up a tripod! Oh well, here's the belly:
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