Ahh, where was I? Oh that's right...walking out of the spa feeling far more relaxed than I had in months!
I headed back to the doctor's office, preparing myself for no change and figuring I'd be headed home in a half hour or so. Since I was running a little bit late, I decided I'd just stop for lunch on the way home (it was about 1 o'clock at this point). This right here folks, this decision was the biggest mistake, and my only regret from that day! Since my stomach was already growling, it wasn't a great start to what ended up being another 8 hours without food!
Anyways, I went in, sat in the waiting room for a few minutes, still feeling very calm and figuring nothing would have changed. I mean, it would be too good to be true. But, it also would be a whole lot earlier than we had planned, and I kind of hoped our girl would have a little more time to "cook" before she made her grand entrance! I just wasn't "feeling" any different. It really felt just like a normal appointment, another normal day, and I was ready to go home to see my little man. So...when my doctor checked me again and then asked "So you ready to have this baby?" I was more than a little caught off guard! She informed me that I had progressed to almost 6cm, and she had no intentions of sending me home to Frederick like this! When she walked out, I texted Danny to start packing and I'd call in a minute. I headed out to the car, still feeling like this was all just a little bit surreal!
I sat in my car and made several phone calls...Danny to talk through what needed to come from the house, my sister-in-law Julia to ask if she was available for Logan, and then had a nice chat with my sister Lissa just because! I rummaged around my car to see what was there to eat and found a granola bar...not nearly enough calories for my grumbly tummy!! But, it would have to do.
Then came one of the strangest moments of the day. I had stalled as long as I could, and it was time to go in. This was not what I had imagined, in any way, shape or form! When I thought about the day our daughter would arrive, and all the different "going to the hospital" scenarios I could come up with, not one of them included walking into the hospital by myself, knowing that my husband was still an hour away!!
But I did. I parked my car, walked into the ER, and then walked up through the hospital to L&D, checked myself in, and the adventure continues...
Wow...time for baby girl to eat again, and for this momma to head to bed! More to come...again! Sorry folks, you will hear the whole story one day I promise!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Silly boy
The silliness that transpired during our prayer before dinner tonight.
Danny: "Thank you Jesus"
Logan: "Kank oo Jeus"
Danny: "For dinner"
Logan: "Or dinner"
Danny: "And Mommy"
Logan: "Mommy"
Danny: "And Daddy"
Logan: "Daddy"
Danny: "And Taylor"
Logan: "Apple juice, Amen!"
Not sure where we've gone wrong...it was really seeming like he liked her!
Danny: "Thank you Jesus"
Logan: "Kank oo Jeus"
Danny: "For dinner"
Logan: "Or dinner"
Danny: "And Mommy"
Logan: "Mommy"
Danny: "And Daddy"
Logan: "Daddy"
Danny: "And Taylor"
Logan: "Apple juice, Amen!"
Not sure where we've gone wrong...it was really seeming like he liked her!
Saturday, March 19, 2011
A doctor's appointment, prenatal massage, and a...baby?! (Part 1)
So, I never intended to wait this long to write this blog! From the moment our little girl entered this world, I've wanted to write down what happened that day before I forgot. No matter how much I try to cement these memories in my mind, I know that they will not stay as fresh as I wish they would, and in time, I will forget precious parts. Forgive me for the length of this, as it's partially for whoever cares to read, and also for us to remember how it all happened. Also, so you have fair warning, this is a birth story, and I won't be graphic at all, but it is a BIRTH story, and the nature of it makes it a little hard to share details without it being somewhat specific! There you go, there's your warning. ;)
It started out just like most other mornings these days. Not great sleep the night before, time in the middle of the night spent reading books and keeping up with facebook on my iTouch while still in bed, thinking about our girl and wondering when she'd be here. Hoping and praying for a healthy baby girl, and hoping she wouldn't be too big because of the gestational diabetes I had.
Contractions started around 6am, also a normal part in my nighttime routine! Now I know that everybody talks about the 5-1-1 rule (contractions 5 minutes apart, lasting for a minute, for at least an hour) and how that means you should go to the hospital. But you see, with both of my babies, I started having contractions early, and towards the end, if I'm having any regularity to my contractions, they fall within this rule. If I went in every time they were like that, we'd have an awful lot of extra medical bills, and spend a whole lot of nights in L&D! So, I wasn't paying much extra attention to them, especially because I had a doctor's appointment that morning.
Danny's mom was kind enough to drive all the way down here to watch Logan for me while I went to Towson that morning. Because you see, the plan was to head to the doctor at 10:20, and then head to the spa for a prenatal massage thanks to a gift card from my SIL, then head home in time to put Logan down for a nap! Needless to say, that's not exactly what happened.
At the doctor, she checked and said that I was 4cm, and since that was progression from 2.5 the week before, she wanted me to stay in the area and come back after lunch. (My doctor is in Towson, 45 minutes away from home.) She said if I was still 4, even if I was still contracting, I could go home, and if I was more, I'd stay. When I left, I called Danny to warn him that he would have to head home for a bit so his Mom could leave for work since I'd be a little bit later, but that it shouldn't be for more than a half hour or so.
Then I headed into the spa for my massage. Brief aside here...prenatal massages are incredible, and I think they should be covered by health insurance for every pregnant woman past about 20 weeks! Looking back, it was such a gift from the Lord meant to be for me on that specific day! I had tried several other times to use that gift card. There were three other times that I had an appointment scheduled that I had to cancel for various reasons. The hour I spent in that room was such a wonderful blessing. It was quiet, peaceful, and I HAD to relax. I have quiet in my life, but it's usually quiet at home, when it is still so easy to be distracted by the to-do list, facebook, or any other number of things. That hour, I spent time just praying for our girl, that she would be healthy and arrive just in His perfect timing. I prayed for her future, her character, and her safety getting here. I prayed for my heart and mind, that He would protect me from anxiety about delivery, impatience and frustration with the inconveniences of pregnancy, and worry about my little man and what this would change for our relationship. I prayed for my little boy, that he would do well with family while we were in the hospital and that he would adjust well to the new little girl in our life. I thanked Him for my wonderful husband and his love and care for me during these months! He so graciously serves me when I'm pregnant, everything from carrying laundry baskets to 2am juice/snack runs! I also found myself talking to our girl, telling her how much I loved her and couldn't wait to meet her, telling her to come just when she was ready, telling her all about her room and family waiting for her. It was bliss. So wonderful.
More to come soon...
It started out just like most other mornings these days. Not great sleep the night before, time in the middle of the night spent reading books and keeping up with facebook on my iTouch while still in bed, thinking about our girl and wondering when she'd be here. Hoping and praying for a healthy baby girl, and hoping she wouldn't be too big because of the gestational diabetes I had.
Contractions started around 6am, also a normal part in my nighttime routine! Now I know that everybody talks about the 5-1-1 rule (contractions 5 minutes apart, lasting for a minute, for at least an hour) and how that means you should go to the hospital. But you see, with both of my babies, I started having contractions early, and towards the end, if I'm having any regularity to my contractions, they fall within this rule. If I went in every time they were like that, we'd have an awful lot of extra medical bills, and spend a whole lot of nights in L&D! So, I wasn't paying much extra attention to them, especially because I had a doctor's appointment that morning.
Danny's mom was kind enough to drive all the way down here to watch Logan for me while I went to Towson that morning. Because you see, the plan was to head to the doctor at 10:20, and then head to the spa for a prenatal massage thanks to a gift card from my SIL, then head home in time to put Logan down for a nap! Needless to say, that's not exactly what happened.
At the doctor, she checked and said that I was 4cm, and since that was progression from 2.5 the week before, she wanted me to stay in the area and come back after lunch. (My doctor is in Towson, 45 minutes away from home.) She said if I was still 4, even if I was still contracting, I could go home, and if I was more, I'd stay. When I left, I called Danny to warn him that he would have to head home for a bit so his Mom could leave for work since I'd be a little bit later, but that it shouldn't be for more than a half hour or so.
Then I headed into the spa for my massage. Brief aside here...prenatal massages are incredible, and I think they should be covered by health insurance for every pregnant woman past about 20 weeks! Looking back, it was such a gift from the Lord meant to be for me on that specific day! I had tried several other times to use that gift card. There were three other times that I had an appointment scheduled that I had to cancel for various reasons. The hour I spent in that room was such a wonderful blessing. It was quiet, peaceful, and I HAD to relax. I have quiet in my life, but it's usually quiet at home, when it is still so easy to be distracted by the to-do list, facebook, or any other number of things. That hour, I spent time just praying for our girl, that she would be healthy and arrive just in His perfect timing. I prayed for her future, her character, and her safety getting here. I prayed for my heart and mind, that He would protect me from anxiety about delivery, impatience and frustration with the inconveniences of pregnancy, and worry about my little man and what this would change for our relationship. I prayed for my little boy, that he would do well with family while we were in the hospital and that he would adjust well to the new little girl in our life. I thanked Him for my wonderful husband and his love and care for me during these months! He so graciously serves me when I'm pregnant, everything from carrying laundry baskets to 2am juice/snack runs! I also found myself talking to our girl, telling her how much I loved her and couldn't wait to meet her, telling her to come just when she was ready, telling her all about her room and family waiting for her. It was bliss. So wonderful.
More to come soon...
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