Today I let out a scream when I realized I lost a follower for the first time. As the Wonder Pets would say, this is serious. That means someone out there doesn't like me. Fine. Whatever. I am just going to sit here in the corner with my laptop, and my hurt feelings, and eat all of Cooper's leftover Birthday cupcakes.
You non-follower should feel bad because tomorrow, not only will I be sad, but I will be fat from cupcakes too.
Saturday April 26, 2008 at 6 am my water broke. I was 2 weeks over due and had a c-section scheduled for later in the week. I was ecstatic. My mom and baby sister (who is 10 and I delivered her when she was born at home) were here from GA to be with us for the birth. I labored for 12 hours at home with contractions ever 3-4 minutes. We walked, squatted, showered and walked some more. I distinctly remember looking up at my mom and saying "this is freakin sweet!"
I was starting to feel lots of pressure and the contractions were getting closer, so we started the 30 min drive to the hospital. I got all checked in and told every nurse that my Dr. told me I didn't have to wear a gown. He approved a cute black dress that I labored in. Hehe. I am such a snot. I had been in labor for about 13 hours and they told me I was 1cm. 1 freaking centimeter. I felt like I had done all this work for nothing. I tried to sleep, had lots more contractions and took a shower (then dried and straitened my hair and reapplied make-up for the 1st time). 6 hours later, they checked me. 2cm. Lovely. Nurse: "Try to get some sleep...this is going to take a while." Oh really? Thanks for that. Seriously. And you really think I can sleep when I am getting woken up with miserable pain every 2-3 minutes?
Sunday morning. Been at the hospital 12 hours. Total labor 24. My doctor was in Napa for the weekend and the on call Dr was getting antsy. She was about 4 months pregnant and her belly was hanging out of her scrubs. I was so distracted that I couldn't even focus on what she was saying. Anyhoo. I walked the halls 50 million times. I got checked and I was at a whopping 3cm. I was beginning to think that my girlie parts were broken. The nurse referred to my cervix as Fort Knox. That is so comforting. At about 2pm, I finally let them give me pitocin. They wanted to give me pain meds or an epidural, but I was hell-bent on not having either. Well, pitocin with no pain meds makes you want to slap your momma. Or hubby. Or anyone. I kept it together, squatting with every contraction that were coming about every 1 1/2-2 min apart now. I had my ipod in and I boogied. This lasted for about 6 hours. They checked me and I was 6cm. Yay for progress! I showered again (and yes primped again, too with help from my mom) and walked the halls lots more. The pain was getting to be ridiculous and at 37 hours of unmedicated labor, I was considering some pain meds. The nurse checked me and I was at 4 1/2cm. Wait! Wrong direction! Who knew when a girl who is 5'2'' tries to deliver the child of a 6'3'' man, it gets a little squished down there? I was so discouraged. I ended up getting something in the IV to relax me. They thought it would help loosen me up, but it just made me quite loopy and saying some weird things, apparently. I felt like I needed to push, but my cervix was swelling shut due to an alarmingly massive baby head in the southern hemisphere. Cooper's heart rate started to slow with the contractions and we got really scared. My Dr. came in just then from his Napa getaway and was so great. He told me I could keep trying or he could do a c-section. After 39 hours of giving it my all, I was ready to stop. I felt like I had failed myself, but knew I was doing the right thing for my babies health. As I walked into the operating room, (remember the crazy "relaxing" medicine) I got real close to my Drs. face and asked him if he was drunk since he just came in from Napa. He assured me that he wasn't and off we went! I did beg for a little shove and tuck if I was going to already be opened up, but I got denied. Psh.
I have been put to sleep before, but oh my, that half feeling, half not thing is so weird. I could feel pulling and pushing. I knew that there were 2 doctors pushing on either side of my ribcage to get some stuck body parts out. I knew the hubs was white as a ghost and there was no one there to catch him. Then I heard that little cry. My heart melted instantly. They lifted up this massive baby that looked just like my hubs and he peed on me. Yup. Over the curtain and in my face. Thanks, dude. I should have known then that he was going to be a handful.
Cooper William was born April 27, 2008 at 10:26pm, weighed in at 9lb 2 oz and was 21in long. Luckily, my Dr. was known for his C-section incisions and I ended up with a 5in beauty. I left the hospital 2 days later and my life has never been the same!
Even though I ended up having exactly what I dreaded, (the c-section) I know I did everything I could have done and just about all the things I wanted to do. I went through the whole labor just how I wanted, with no screaming, no cursing, feeling my body work as it was intended to and wearing my black dress. I just didn't do the pushing. Or the tearing. Or the painful sitting for weeks postpartum. I think in the end, I made out pretty sweet. No, really sweet.
I know my child is adorable, but not touchable.
Yes, you can see his lips through his passie. This does not mean you have to touch it to admire that fact.
His little cheeks are just begging to be pinched, but you may not.
He is usually barefoot. This does not give you permission to play This Little Piggy.
Those tiny hands flailing around? He is getting enough of your germs from the air, so hands off.
I don't want Swine Flu!
The cousinsThis Orlando area is brutally hot, but nice. We are very close to the Villages which makes me want to retire ASAP and drive around in a high end golf cart. What a life. Do you think I could get away with having a car seat in one of those things? The hubs is determined to get in on a game of bocce for men over 65 while we are here, too.
On another note, after seeing the roads covered with loud motorcycles, we realized there is a bike fest going on here this weekend. Never have I in all my life seen so many tattooed biker chicks in bikinis. Wowzers. It is practically impossible for the kids to sleep in the car from the noise on the streets, or get into any restaurant in a reasonable time frame. Apparently, last year there were over 125,000 people, so good luck us getting up to the hospital today!
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?' 'Yes,' was his incredulous reply. She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'
Today, the hubs brought in a little Dunkin Donuts box and said "you always get free stuff in the mail!". Then there was a small manila envelope with my name on it. I opened it up and inside I found 1 Trojan condom. Not just any condom, the Magnum LARGE size one. Niiice. It also says "Free Sample" in bold yellow on the bottom. How do you think that would go over on a date?
Well, the thing is, I didn't sign up for condoms even though the note said I did. And I was a little embarrassed when I opened it in front of the hubs. He probably doesn't believe me, and neither do you. Oh well. Maybe it is just a sign to not have another baby anytime soon. Hum. At least I am nervy enough to share my happy mail day with you.
This was Sunday morning waiting for brunch at a delicious restaurant known for its custard dipped french toast. I loved it. Then again, I love all carbs.
It is fun.
Exercise = good shorts legs.
Cooper loves it outside.
It is big enough for another baby, unlike the single seat on the back of the bike. (No, I am not pregnant)
Cooper has to wear a helmet.
I have to wear a helmet because I am an example. (I am so not okay with this)
I have a major fear that while zooming along, I will look back and the trailer will be left in the intersection. Then I will freak, fall off my bike, scrape up my now fabulous bike riding legs, run to the rescue and save Cooper all while looking like a fool with a massive helmet falling off and covering my eyes.
He makes me feel very protected, but he doesn't help with the lifting of heavy boxes or searching for x-rays.
I know I either have way too much stuff or need a bigger house. Lets go with the house thing. In my next life my garage will look like this.
If my husband read my blog, I think he would be very pleased.
I first noticed this love when we turned his car seat around. I was listening to (ahem) Emenim, Crack a Bottle, and the kid busted a move. He can clap on beat and move his legs like he is break dancing in air. He was happy for the entire drive.
Second test came during the bewitching hour between 5-6pm when all kids are miserable and dinner really wants to be on the table. I plugged in my ipod and turned up the surround sound. He stood at the coffee table bouncing and laughing. Saaaweettt! It was like magic!
Now I play music all the time. So much so that I know his favorite songs are Flo Rida, Right Round and Pitbull, I know you want me. He does a special shimmy for these favs. Cracks me up every time. He also likes Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas. His middle name is William so I enjoy telling him "Will-I-Am drop the beat now"!
Do you think his first words will be be a run of rhyming lyrics scattered with bleeps that make no real sense? Honestly, if it keeps him happy, I am fine with that.
My underwear drawer is interesting. I have the falling apart ones, of course, that I seem to always gravitate towards. Then I have the cute "underbelly" maternity ones that my mom sent me while I was pregnant. They were great then when I couldn't see down there, but I put them on afterwards, and I may as well have never worn them. They are ridiculously low and pointless. Then there is the "butt floss". The ones that when the hubs folds laundry, he ask "how do you fold these" as he squeezes them into a fist and puts them in a pile.
Wow. That is alot of personal info. I am cleaning out the underwear drawer. Why don't you do the same? I bet there are tons of you who spend the money on everyone else but you. When it comes right down to it, you need you some new panties. (Hehe. I think panties is a funny word.) I do have lots of great ones in the bottom of the drawer. I hit up Victoria's Secret Semi Annual sale religiously. I just don't wear them because they are hidden under piles of tattered material and dry rotted elastic. I hate throwing away stuff, so there is my problem. I have cut up the hubs old t-shirts to clean with, so that is useful, but I don't suggest re-use in this case.
Kiss those crotchless panties goodbye.
Fast forward several hours when we went to bed. It was a little chilly, so I pulled the covers up all snugly around my neck. Just then hubs turns over and whispers "sorry Molls, I forgot to shout out the poop."
Monday we left at 7am and drove to Fresno. Laura, (my sis-in-law) Cooper and I dropped the hubs off with one of his work peeps and went shopping. We shopped all day. When Bill was done, we had dinner and went to the hotel. Non-eventful. We did start the P90X 90 day workout program the week before we left and were determined to do it the whole week, even in the hotel rooms. Dumb. I don't suggest 3 people kickboxing in a room with 2 beds and a pack-n-play.
Tuesday we drove to Santa Clarita where we found a brand new Super Wal-mart. It was heavenly. I know I am not supposed to be a fan of the big box stores, but seriously, there is something about the Super Wal-mart that moves me. Once the hubs was done working, we drove to Santa Monica and our hotel was only a few blocks from the beach. Gorgeous!
Wednesday Laura, Cooper and I went to the beach for a couple hours and then to the Third Street Promenade. We shopped some more (of course) and ate at Fatburger. It was yummy! It was also the worst of my diet breaks for the week. Ugg. By this point I was getting tired of eating out 3 meals a day, but still really enjoying not cooking or cleaning up!
Thursday morning we drove down to Anaheim. Right after we dropped the hubs off, we hit a road block. We found out it was the big car accident that took the life of the Angel's pitcher, Nick Adenhart and 2 others. It was overwhelming to see the cars and stretchers with bodies. I got sick to my stomach when we saw people taking pictures and sneaking past the railing just to get a look. We left immediately and I couldn't believe the amounts of people still there when we were back that way in the afternoon. My prayers are with his family.
That day was when Laura announced that she was sick of shopping and didn't want to go into another store. We also couldn't fit anything else in the car. So we went to Chuckie-Cheese. Thats right people. I did really do it for Cooper, and just happened to rock Laura's face off in skee ball and basketball.
Friday! We went to Downtown Disney for the morning and Cooper put on quite a show dancing in his stroller.
We headed for home around 1, but due to massive amounts of traffic, we had to stop at Pinkberry for awhile. Delicious. Thanks, traffic. It did take us an extra 2 1/2 hours to get home, but my oh my, was I glad to get home.
We did have alot of fun. We also did alot of waiting in the parking lot either for Billy to finish work, or for Cooper to wake up. I (no one else) did alot of singing in the car and waving to random people. I changed way too many dirty diapers in the car. We went to Target at least 5 times. I learned that the Kiddopotamus Tiny Diner is essential to eating out and that baby neck pillows are freakin' adorable.
I missed you all. Really. I love reading your post and I am in desperate need of a date with Google Reader. I have a million things I want to tell you, but the massive laundry piles and Easter egg dying await me. I will tell you all about it really soon! In the meantime, we entered Cooper in a cutest baby contest from our local radio station. Follow this link and go vote for him! He is #185 and is the cutest one up there. I checked so you don't even have to. Aren't I nice?
I have spent lots of time driving around aimlessly, waiting on him to be done working so we can check into the hotel. It really sounds like a miserable experience, but there are positives. Continental breakfast. Enough said. I love it way too much even if it is the worst food ever, and I have no clue why. I don't have to cook dinner for the whole week. I can shop and spend way too much time in every store because I have nothing else to do. I don't have to clean or make the bed. That in itself is amazing.
Best thing about this trip is that I am going to the beach. Yippie! Yeah, I would pretty much do anything to get a sweet tan.
See you next week!
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I realized I have not given you an update about the my "nannying" in a while. Don't know if I really consider myself a nanny, but whatever. I babysit 2-3 days a week, and it is basically like long play dates. Well, except for the fact that I have a toothbrush and pair of slippers permanently at someone else's house. Anyhoo, the boys are playing more together now. When I say playing, I mean snatching toys away from each other and beating each other up. I was making lunch yesterday when I glance over and see Gavin take a book away from Cooper. Cooper immediately put both hands on Gavin's head, and pushed him down on the floor holding him there until I rescued the poor child. I think I would have given Cooper a hard time, except that earlier in the day Gavin had (while growling loudly) vice gripped Cooper's ankle while he was trying to crawl away. At least Gavin is crawling now, but it is only backwards. (Is that even normal?!) If I leave the room for a minute, I hear loud screeching and return to find he has shimmied his quite plump baby frame under the sofa. All you can see is hair coming out from the edge. I try not to laugh, because he is really pissed, but it is hilarious.
On a sad note, starting Friday, I am going to be computer less for an entire week! After spending a lovely evening with the Dell service guy last week, and hearing alot of stories about him selling parts ILLEGALLY, they are actually going to send me a new computer. Whohoo! They should because after that guy left, I had to air out the entire living room and put the pillows out on the back porch overnight. You would think that people spending that much time in people's homes would consider taking a shower. Yuck.
One more thing. I will quit, I promise! I won a Seventh Generation starter set from Laura over at Hey, what's for Dinner Mom?! I am sooo excited! Go check her blog out! Thanks, Laura!
My little peach decided to wake up at 4:45 this morning, so I am ready to remove the stints that are holding my eyes open right now. The coffee better flow like milk and honey tomorrow...