Thursday, February 23, 2012

Welcome, Noah

I can't believe I'm not pregnant anymore. I can't believe I'm home from the hospital. I can't believe that instead of three, we are now four. Because Noah is here now!

Last week I went to the hospital for blood work and to answer page after page after page of medical questions. The next morning.. we went back to meet Noah.

I couldn't eat, drink, or even have a stick of gum after midnight. The not eating wasn't too bad as we were scheduled to be at the hospital at 10:30am.. but not even being able to have water was almost too much for me to take. I asked when we got to the hospital if I could at least have ice chips. Nope. Sip of water? Nope. I even begged to at least rinse my mouth out with water. And I couldn't even do that. Because apparently it would make me more thirsty. Which I was pretty sure wasn't possible.

It took three tries and two nurses to get my IV started. After the second failed attempt, on the second hand- I cried. Partly because what they'd already done had hurt so much and partly because I knew it was going to happen at least once more. Thankfully, the third time (and second nurse) was the charm.

So much happened in 90 minutes. And before I knew it.. I was being walked into my delivery/operating room. But I wasn't even scared. Or nervous. Or any of the things Jason looked fully overwhelmed with. I got up on the table, got my epidural, and within a second I could feel less and less of the lower half of my body.

As I lay on the table, with the numbing rapidly taking over.. it was the first time I thought "Oh my God.. I am about to be cut open.. there's about to be a baby here.. I am about to not be pregnant anymore." I can't really say I panicked.. but it was the first fear I felt. It wasn't driving to the hospital, or changing into a gown, or getting an IV, or answering medical history questions, or getting an epidural. It was real.

Before one of the nurses went to get Jason, there was a warning for them to "keep an eye on him".. they thought was was going to be a fainter I think. But he wasn't. He was more scared than me.. but he was fine through it all.

I really felt nothing as they were working. Until one point there was so much pressure I wasn't sure how I was going to keep breathing. But then I felt Noah get lifted out of me.. and he was ours.

I watched him, about 10 feet away, getting cleaned up.. the bottom's of his little feet kicking around. I watched him the whole time.. totally unaware of anything else that was going on in the room. Jason went to him eventually, took some pictures, and brought him up to my face so we could chat and I could touch his little nose. Amazing.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

happy valentine's day

What a perfect story to share on Valentine's Day. Doesn't hurt that it's Starbucks love too..

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Today was a day

Although in some ways, I feel like I'm barely able to get anything done at this point- today was actually semi-productive. I managed to get myself out of the house this morning to buy a few things.. including more infant diapers. (Just have to get some of those illusive newborn size now.) Also stocked up on olives, yogurt, and laundry detergent. The essentials..

I did dishes, played with Lily, cleaned up all kinds of recycling for trash day, and weeded out my clothes. A little.

I cleaned out one of the closets in Lily's room. We just use it as storage for junk that doesn't fit anywhere else- but it actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I went through some of Lily's old clothes and found more things to set aside for baby. Again, high-fiving myself for having bought her a good amount of things that are appropriate for a boy too.

She was actually pretty good about the entire thing, especially since I trashed her room in the process. But then I cleaned it up. And we had a dance party. Well.. she had a dance party.. I sat on her bed and egged her on. Same thing.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Approaching the single digit countdown

I don't really want to talk about Sunday. Because I did something that made me cry- a little. But it was the right thing to do. And I accept that.

When I got home, Jason had cleaned up the kitchen. And thrown away things that I wished he hadn't. But oddly enough.. I was way less annoyed by it than I'm sure I would have been if I wasn't already upset. He told me I looked like I just came back from a funeral. Which is some kind of compliment- right?

Sunday night and all day Monday.. I cleaned. Not because I wanted to. Or because of the stereotypical "nesting" (believe me I'm far too tired and in pain to want to "nest" anything). We've lived here since before Lily was born.. and yet have really just been able to "move in" over the last month and a half. And there's so much to do. Of course I'm not lugging boxes up and downstairs- but pretty much everything else has been fair game. Or maybe not so fair game.

Lots of dish washing (the downside of Jason's new slow cooker obsession), vacuuming, laundry, moving, sorting, and getting rid of things. I finally washed the lining from Lily's old infant carseat and stroller (which thankfully were nowhere near as complicated to dismantle as her current Britax one was last week) and the padding from her infant swing that I fully believe is the greatest item ever invented. Ever. And probably the only thing that kept me alive the first few months of her life. (She woke up every 3 hours, 24 hours a day, for months.. which meant 99% of the time I did too.)

I still haven't washed bottles or any of this baby's clothes yet. I saved those fun projects for later in the week. Definitely. Most likely. I'm so glad I never had the urge to dress Lily in head to toe pink (or really at all.. that was everyone else) because the amount of her old things we're able to use for this little guy has saved so much time and money. Between the few new things I bought and what Lily already had.. I realized he has 16 pairs of pjs for the first 3 months of his life. Not including wraps, onsies, one piece outfits, and all the other clothes he's just going to sleep in anyway. Oops.

He also has about 900 bibs that Jason's coworkers presented him with a few weeks ago (his second "shower" now.. and I've actually never even had one.. how does work?). It was so awesome because I realized we actually had none.

Now we just need to buy some newborn diapers. But I'm not worried about it. That's the "joy" of getting to spend so many days in the hospital.. anything that doesn't get done before I go in.. automatically become Jason's problem.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The two week (or so) countdown

It'll be so great when I can stop talking about how tired I am and going to the doctor. And instead talk about.. oh, probably how tired I am getting up 6 times a night.. and taking an infant to the doctor.

Because although I finally got more than 5 hours of sleep last night (about 7 1/2 actually!).. I am starting to get tired now as it's after 6 o'clock. I'd love to say that bedtime is 4 or 5 hours away.. but odds are it's not. And on top of that, although I'm excited to finally be able to get out of the house without Lily tonight to do a million errands (thanks, husband).. I'd rather take a nap. And I totally would take a nap, but I've been wanting to get out on my own to do errands all week.

And let's be honest.. although the errands are totaling up around a million.. I know I'm only going to be able to go one or two places before my body just won't move anymore. But at least it'll be a start. (I can't remember the last time I went to Target- they probably think I've died.)

One of the main reasons for my Target visit will be to get a new mattress pad/cover for Lily's twin bed. The mattress and boxspring were delivered today and are sitting in our hall (we still haven't moved her "crib" out of her room yet). We took the side off her crib when she was 15 to 18 months old and started climbing INTO it. We figured that was as good of a sign as any that she was ready to not be in a monkey cage anymore. And now that she's about to have a little brother who will inherit her old bed- she gets a new one.

However she also won the inheritance lottery and will be using my childhood bed frame. I never particularly loved it, but now that she'll be using it.. it makes it a little more appealing to pass it on to her.

And so begins the two week (or so) countdown. We better get a move on..
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...