Archive | February, 2006

Lazy Sucker

28 Feb

It’s amazing how the days just fly by now, and I’m really not doing much except caring for The Babe. The breast feeding thing officially didn’t work… Madelynn is a “lazy sucker”, according to the lactation consultant. She wasn’t gaining weight appropriately, so the Pediatrition had me start supplementing her with forumla in a bottle after every feeding. Well, she now does not want the boob at all, so I’m committed to feeding her, and then pumping after each feeding.

This sucks, as it makes breast feeding double the work, and much less rewarding (so much for that infamous bond I heard about. I get to bond with my Medela double pump). I’m bummed about it, but the good news is that she is now gaining weight, and I guess I should be happy about that.

I went to my OB doctor yesterday for an incision check. Luckly, it is healing nicely. I now no longer have stair or driving restrictions, and can now lift the car carrier with the baby in it, so things are looking up. I also got clearance to start swimming again in 2 weeks, which has me excited. I now just have to determine what to do with The Babe while I’m swimming. I may have to go at the crack of dawn while she and her father are sleeping, but I guess that’d be OK, because I can sleep during the day.

My Mom left today, after staying for 10 days. She was a huge help, cooking and cleaning like a mad woman. She spoiled the heck out of my hubby, as I hope he doesn’t now expect me to make him breakfasts, lunches and dinners every day!!!

I’ve lost 24 pounds since the birth, but still have 14 to go. Now that Mom is gone, and there won’t be any more cookies or home made goodies around here, perhaps I can get to work on that remaining weight. I’m sad to say I have a lovely looking “man gut”, as I refer to it, with skin hanging over my incision. The doc said that the only thing that will make it go away is cardio, and in another month, intense ab work. Ugha.

We’ve had a storm in the area for the past two days, meaning I haven’t been able to get in my daily walk… I’ve been told not to expose The Babe to cold air, and I guess since it’s snowing, that would classify it as cold air outside. It’s driving me nutty not being able to go outside and exercise a bit, even if it is just walking.

Well, I’d better get back to my Motherly duties. I should have more time to update tomorrow, depending on Madelynn’s mood.

The Stairway to Heaven

24 Feb

I just couldn’t handle it anymore. After two weeks of being deprived of internet access, I decided enough was enough… Yes, the doctor said I wasn’t supposed to climb stairs for another month, but I’ve been walking almost 2 miles a day, climbing the hills in our neighborhood. I figured how harmful could one flight of stairs be?!

I took them one at a time, and when I got to the top, I thought, now that wasn’t really such a big deal. Granted, I was a bit scared, as my doctor had warned if I overdid things, my uterus could fall down into my vagina and I’d have to have a hysterectomy.

Yes, that scared the you know what out of me. But really, one flight of stairs wasn’t hard at all. I figure I’ll allow myself one trip of the stairs a day, because the internet withdrawl symtoms have been almost too much to bare. I mean, really, I’m losing my audience here at rebellin.net, aren’t I?! My people deserve updates!!!!

As for The Babe (a term we picked up from our infant care class instructor), things are going pretty darn well. She sleeps A LOT, but can be pacified pretty easily when she gets upset. She is going 3 hours in between feedings at night, and I feel remarkably rested considering. A strange maternal clock has taken over, and I wake up before she actually starts crying for a feeding, meaning I have time to go to the bathroom, get a blanket, a boppy, and the TV remote before I wake her for her feedings. By the way, DVR is ABSOLUTELY necessary when you have a newborn. I’ve watched Oprah, Sex and the City, movies, and the evening news at all hours of the night.

The breast feeding thing has proven to be difficult, as expected. Madelynn isn’t gaining weight as fast as she should, so the pediatrician wants me to supplement with formula. Of course, the lactation consultant thinks we don’t need any supplementation, and warns against the bottle like the plague. It’s hard getting such conflicting advice, especially when I’m really committed to doing the breast feeding thing, and don’t want to screw it up by offering a bottle too much. Oh, and my nipples feel like they’ve been through a meat grinder, making this situation all the more frustrating.

(Sorry to my male relatives that are reading.)

JB has suddenly become an expert on baby care, regardless of his lack of experience… It actually cracks me up when he tells me I’m wiping her bottom wrong, or that we don’t need a baby monitor… The man has so much to learn! He’s doing pretty well, though, and it melts my heart to watch him hold her and talk to her.

I must cut this short today, as I want to go on a walk with Madelynn before it is time for another feeding. The only exercise I am permitted to do right now is walking, so I’m dedicated to walking every day. I’m able to go a bit farther and a bit faster every day. Yesterday, I even took the Black Dog Club along with me.

Perhaps this weekend I can get around to writing up the Birth Story, which may now be referred to the Antithesis of a Natural Birth, as I had practically every drug and treatment that the hospital could throw at me. Stay tuned. I’m back, baby, and I have a lot to say!

I survived!

19 Feb

Did you miss me?! I always used to get annyoyed by people that blogged their whole pregnancy and then disappeared after they gave birth. Well, I have now become one of those people, but with good reason…

Little Miss was born via c-section on February **, 2006. She was 8 pounds 6 ounces, and 22 inches long. Labor was induced the previous night starting at 10pm, and by 6pm the following day, I had only dialated to 3cm, and the doctor decided we needed to do a c-section. It was a long, laborious day (ha! laborious!).

During my recovery from the operation, I’m not allowed to climb stairs for 6 weeks. Unfortunately, our computer and internet connection are upstairs, so I have been sitting on the couch, staring longingly up the stairs, wishing I could be blogging and checking e-mail. I even had a dream last night that I was updating my blog. Look — my dream has come true today! I have so much to say!!! Today I went over to my brother’s house to borrow his internet connection, and JB is working diligently to get me set up downstairs, though it’s looking like it will take a while longer.

As to why my hubby never posted the details of our daughter’s birth, I cannot say… It is not due to my lack of prodding.

It is a strange but very wonderful experience to become a mother, and JB and I think that Madelynn is absolutely perfect, though she doess tend to scream and squawk a lot in the wee hours on the morning. She definitely has a healthy set of lungs!!!

I plan to document the whole birth experience here soon, but don’t really have time right now. I do have time to post some pictures, though. (I don’t have a program to resize pics on this computer, so forgive the gargantuan size.)

This picture was taken right after she was pulled out of my belly, and I was still on the operating table. The second I saw her, I started crying tears of joy. Click here to view.

Here is a picture documenting her size, which wasn’t as big as I feared, but I have to admit some relief that this 8 pound 6 ounce creature didn’t come out my nether regions. Click here to view.

One more hospital pic. Click here to view.

Here we are leaving the hospital. Click here to view.

Here is my sleeping angel, getting her first rays ever of sunshine. Click here to view.

And here is the proud father, about to bring his daughter into our home for the first time. Click here to view.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I have to go, as it is time for me to nurse my little bundle of joy. I promise to write as soon as I can, but please realize it may be a few days!

As for the winners of the Baby Pool, there are two… My sister-in-law Audra guessed the correct date, while my rockin’ friend Jesse guessed the correct height and weight. Prizes coming soon…

Lord Be With Me, I’m Giving Birth Tomorrow

9 Feb

Well, after a good discussion with my doctor, I’m going to the hospital tonight so that they can prepare me for an 8 am induced delivery.

I’m excited.

I’m scared as all get out.

But I’m excited.

The next time I write here, I’ll be a mom.

Wow, this is really happening!

JB has directions on how to post to this website, so I’m hoping he can keep you guys posted while I’m still in the hospital!

Please send good thoughts and prayers our way!

Thoughts on Birthing a Giant Baby

8 Feb

The more I think about it, the more I’m angry with my doctor.

She’s this adorable, bubbly little Asian woman that I had adored up until last week.

I am just so frustrated that one week, she’s saying this baby is too big for me and that I may need a C-section, and one week later, she’s non-chalantly saying that I can go to term and deliver naturally.

Maybe if she had spent a lot of time looking at the ultrasound pictures or examining my pelvis, I could see why she changed her mind. But at this point, it’s not evident.

So, I’m all consumed with what the heck I want to do about this giant baby growing in my womb. Let’s just say that the ultrasound two weeks ago was correct, saying that she weighed 8 pounds 3 ounces at the time. Babies grow up to a half pound a week, so by now, that kid could be well on her way to being 9.5 pounds. If I go another week, she could be over 10 pounds.

The idea of anything that weighs 10 pounds coming out of my nether regions makes me very nervous.

But then you can be the devil’s advocate, knowing that ultrasounds can be off up to 1.5 pounds either way… So, at the least, she probably weighs around 8 pounds. That sounds doable, but I tend to fixate on the 10 pound possibility.

So I’ve been Googling all I can find about induction. Some women swear by it, others swear you should avoid it at all costs. Which is worse – an induced labor or having to birth a 10+ pound baby?! It feels like I’m trying to choose between the lesser of two evils.

And then there is the whole C-section debate. I guess I’ve always assumed that I’d be able to deliver the good old fashioned way. I’ve always been a strong woman, and with eating well and keeping up my workouts, I assumed that my body would be up to the task. But I guess it really doesn’t matter how many squats, curls, or laps you do if the baby’s head is just too big to fit through your pelvis, right?

I’ll be honest by saying my biggest concern about a C-section is the recovery. But as with anything regarding birth, you can hear horror stories and dream stories, so I’m back to not knowing what the heck I want to do.

At this point, my main decision is that I don’t want to labor for an extended period of time just to have to go have a C-section. I’ll give it the good old college try, but really, there aren’t any merit points for suffering more than is necessary.

I’ve thought about getting a second opinion, but even that makes me nervous. I think any other doctor in her practice would just back up what she has to say, and going to another practice when you’re almost 39 weeks pregnant probably isn’t accepted all that well.

I’m going to see my doctor tomorrow, and I am going to insist that we examine all of my options together and in depth. I plan on confronting her, letting her know how nervous her complete change of mind has made me. My daughter seems content to stay inside of me for a while longer, and meanwhile, I know she’s piling on the weight, so the more time that passes, the more nervous I get about this whole impending birth process.

A Meme of Four

8 Feb

Here is a fun Meme I stumbled across:

Four jobs I’ve had:
swim instructor/coach
lifeguard/lifeguard supervisor
District Sales Manager for Pontiac
Internet Marketing Manager (for GM, Intuit, iGo and current job)

Four movies I can watch over and over:
Dirty Dancing
Sleepless in Seattle
Meet the Parents
Ever After

Four places I’ve lived:
New Mexico (Albuquerque and Las Cruces)
Fremont, California
Michigan (Detroit suburbs)
Reno, Nevada

Four TV shows I love:
Grey’s Anatomy
Criminal Minds
Boston Legal
Medium

Four places I’ve vacationed:
Italy
Paris, France
Carribean
Florida Keys

Four of my favorite dishes:
New Mexican Food (stuffed sopapillas or enchiladas)
Chili
Taco Salad
A good, juicy steak

Four sites I visit daily:
Dooce
Krisalis
Web-Goddess
A Little Pregnant

Four places I would rather be right now:
In Albuquerque, NM visiting the parents and Amber
Skiing the slopes of the Sierras, that taunt me daily
On a warm, sunny beach (not picky as to where)
At home, in my bed

Four bloggers I’m tagging/slightly alienating:
Um, most blogs I read have already been tagged, so I’ll pass on this.

The Comment That Made My Day

7 Feb

I was at a meeting today where I was sitting directly across from a woman that I see every 3-4 months for my job. I was sitting at a table, which is key to this story.

Anyway, the conversation turned to babies, and she looks at me and says, “Lynnette, I didn’t know you were pregnant!”

I looked at her and said, “thank you”. Because, really, what better compliment can you pay to a woman that is 38.5 weeks pregnant that she doesn’t look pregnant from the chest up?!

“When are you due?” she asked, and it was obvious she was expecting an answer like July or August… Her jaw dropped when I said 10 days.

Of course, I was then told to stand and model The Belly.

Anyway, I’m still smiling about that.