Saturday, June 19, 2010

2 Weeks Old

Things with Shane are going well.  Nathan left for work on Monday night and my Mom went home on Wednesday morning. Needless to say, Wednesday was a difficult day!  Friday was Shane's second Dr. appointment and I was so frustrated I nearly left. We waited in the waiting room for nearly three hours.

  • Sleeps 5-7 hours, wakes up for a long feed, and sleeps for another 2-3. Sleeps best swaddled, but I only do that at night.
  • Is 9.2 lbs and 22 inches, up from his birth at 8.9lbs and 21 1/2 in.  He's in the 75th percentile for weight and height and doesn't go back to the Dr. until he is two months when he will get his first shots :(
  • Rolls from his back to his side
  • Loves eye contact, and focuses on toys--especially ones with red in them. He likes his play mat but isn't a huge fan of tummy time. He loves to lay and look around.
  • Reaches for things. Not quite coordinated enough yet to actually grab them, except by accident
  • Lost his cord stump this morning!
  • Has been somewhere nearly every day of his life. We had to show Gramma around town while she was here!
  • Has loads of nicknames: Shaney, Sug (Sugar), Boog, Boogie, Booger, Little man, Wee man, Sweet thang, Little love...
  • Is such a good, laid-back little boy!
All dressed up for our first Dr. appointment.  6 days old. Also went to the Omni theater and the museum this day.
1st time at church.  9 days old. Had lunch at Pancho's Buffet.

Lunch at Steak and Shake...spent the day at Grapevine Mills Mall.  10 days old.

This is the same outfit Daddy wore when he was a newborn--and boy do the two of them look alike!

Saying goodbye to Daddy

Staring at the monkey on my bouncy seat. (Actually staring at the red ring on the bottom of the monkey)
Staring at all the toys on the playmat

2 weeks old (and 2nd Dr. appointment)

I already feel like he's growing up too fast. I'm trying to soak up every second with him but it's flying by so fast!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Sweet Baby Boy

I can't get over my sweet baby. I love to just sit and watch him. He is just too beautiful!  We got home from the hospital on Sunday afternoon to a very hot house.  Our AC froze up and it was over 100 outside, and several people were at our house, including my grandparents from FL who were stopping for the afternoon on their way through to CO.  We ended up going out to eat with my grandparents and then they went to their hotel and we went to our pastor's house for the night.  We came home the next day after N fixed the AC and things have been going well since then.  I am so incredibly grateful that my mom is here to take care of me and love on my sweet little boy. I love every minute with mom, and I want to soak up every moment, every breath, every sweet little expression that Shane makes. He is a VERY well behaved baby. He only cries if he needs something and spends the rest of his time eating or looking at us. I love the way he looks at me while I am feeding him and the little dimples at the corners of his mouth. I am so blessed that he caught right on to breastfeeding, which is so bonding and that he isn't fussy. Nights are difficult but not horrible. One night he went four hours in between eating, and then other nights he only goes 2 hours.  I've given him a paci two times, both at night when he just wanted to nurse and nurse and nurse. I want to remember everything about these moments but my brain is so foggy it's hard to write a coherent sentence!

LOVE this picture--he's a deep thinker!
Daddy time
Getting dressed to go home

My grandma (Mom's mom)
My grandpa (Mom's dad)

Shane's first devotions. This picture is so precious to me--my mom reading him his bible story and then praying with him.
My sweet beautiful little boy.  3 days old.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Birth Story

I’ve been meaning to write my birth story for quite a while but I I’ve been afraid to start because nothing I write can do justice to the emotions I felt and the awe and purity and shock of meeting my son. But if I don’t write, the memories will fade. This will be a long post, because I want to remember all of the details.

It all started Monday, May 31st. I was past my due date which wasn’t a big deal to me, and Nathan had been off work for three weeks. (He had to skip going to Puerto Rico with his crew in case Shane came, but that left him without work.) That Monday I went to the doctor marked the beginning of his paid vacation week, at the end of which he was going to have to return to work. That was a big deal to me! Those of you who followed my blog from the beginning know that I wanted a natural childbirth—without an induction. However, I was now faced with the choice of having an induction or giving birth to our son without my husband. I chose induction. Friday, June 4th was going to be our big day!

I have to just give a quit shout out right here to my dad. I had been keeping “birth day bets” on Facebook and my dad picked the 4th as the day Shane would be born. Dad, you wanted to know what you won for being right? Well, here it is! National acclaim and recognition on my blog!

Anyway, I was SO excited. I knew what day I was going to meet my sweet baby! I called my mom so that she could get schedule a flight, and went home to do last minute cleaning and chores. Mom arrived on Wednesday, and we spent a fun Thursday walking around the local antique mall and finding a place to get her hair cut. That afternoon she mopped and waxed my floors, while I took a nap! What kind of love is that!

I spent my last few days of pregnancy embracing every movement, every kick and squirm and hiccup. I had done my best to embrace every moment of being pregnant anyway, but this was different. It was more final. I was ecstatic to meet my baby, already so loved, but I was also sad that it was going to be over. I’ve always liked the word poignant and that is how I would describe these last days, hours, minutes. They were poignant moments, they are poignant memories. I loved that my mom got to see me pregnant and got to feel the kicks and thumps. Once I had my mom I was more relaxed. I knew that she would take care of me and I was able to stop worrying about taking care of myself.

Our induction was scheduled for 7:30 and that meant we needed to leave our house by 6:30. I was ready, mom was ready, and Nathan? Was still in bed. Seriously. His inability to get out of bed is a long standing point of tension but I couldn’t believe that this day, of all days, this day that was so important to me, he wouldn’t get out of bed. But we finally got to the hospital and up to labor and delivery where we met our nurses.

Our nurses were Christy and Rhonda. Both are experienced L&D nurses, but Rhonda was new to the hospital so Christy was supervising. They were both so wonderful but Christy was especially great. Throughout the entire experience she knew exactly how to treat me and how to talk to me. They gave me a gown and some instructions and left us alone for a while. Nathan blew up my exercise ball while I changed and then the three of us sat around talking and joking.
We had said throughout my pregnancy that we wanted it to be just us when we had the baby, but since my mom was here in time Nathan said he wanted her there to help with labor. He just wanted it to be us during the delivery. Then the nurses came in to start my IV. Rhonda filled out a bunch of information on the computer (8:10 am) and Christy put on the baby’s heart rate monitor, contraction monitor, and my blood pressure cuff (8:15 am). As Christy slid my IV in (8:20 am)I looked over at Nathan (who was not supposed to be watching, as he is extremely squeamish) and he was pale and about to pass out. Mom sat him down and the couch and put his head between his legs. He later told me that he didn’t mean to look, just turned his head at the wrong moment. Anyway, after that happened Nathan decided that he would like mom to be there for delivery as well! I was happy with his decision. Mom wrote that the pump was at 6—2 milliunits/min.

I can’t express how grateful I was to have my mom there. This is the kind of thing that women want to talk about over and over and details and again and again and on and on and….And men are like, “yeah, you had the baby, you did great, THE END.” And my mom is such a warm comfort and so willing to talk about it over and over. She knew exactly what to do when. She gave us space when we needed it and support when I needed it and really was just wonderful. Thank you so much mom!

Mom was going to go buy tea and a Danish so she offered to buy me a mag. I wanted a gossip mag, People I think, just as a fun thing while I waited. I found out later that she was also giving us time alone. Nathan and I sat there and watched TV for a while. Criminal minds. They were all re-runs, so I kind of spaced out. We talked a little, and this was when we decided to have mom there for the entire time. Nathan had also decided not to cut the cord (he told me that since before I even got pregnant). I was going to do it, but since mom was there I kind of wanted her to have the honor. Nathan thought that was a great idea. I hope you were honored, mom! Mom was gone for so long that Nathan eventually went to go look for her. We thought she’d gotten lost!

I got up frequently to go to the bathroom which I believe was a funny sight; I was hooked up to the IV pump, which had to go with me everywhere, and I also had cords hanging off me for a blood pressure monitor and the contraction monitors. Nathan and mom took turns helping me unplug cords and push the pump and keep everything out of the way.

Nathan was great through my labor as well. During the beginning, when things were just getting started he was on the internet which was fine with me since we were just hanging out. Then his dad started calling and wanting Nathan to find him a truck on craigslist. And he kept calling, and calling, and calling. It was getting distracting and irritating and I thought it wasn’t very thoughtful, since he knew we were at the hospital. I think Nathan eventually just told his dad he really couldn’t talk anymore and turned off his phone. I’m not sure exactly what happened. My memories get foggy after the contractions got stronger. But as I got further into labor Nathan got more and more supportive. I’m so glad that he was there! At the beginning he was nervous but he got more confident about how to help me as time went on. Mom, having given birth, was able to give him some direction when I couldn’t talk anymore. He was a trooper!

Dr. H came in to check me and I was a three and a half. My contractions were mild and 7 minutes apart. While he was there he broke my amniotic sac (9:49 am). Fluid gushed and gushed! The nurses said that I had a lot of fluid—I drank TONS of water while I was preggo! I was really embarrassed about all of the fluid and the poor nurses having to clean it up but after a while I told myself to just get over it. At some point as labor progressed I looked up at the TV as Law and Order came on. “I hate this show!” I said. Mom suggested that maybe that meant it was time to turn off the TV and we laughed.

Mom wrote at 10:10 am “I don’t know when they changed it, but pit drip is now 4mu/min and pump reads 12.”

At 10:30 am she wrote, “Increased pit again to 6mu/min and pump at 18. Contractions mild but 2-5 min apart.” I think I was standing and swaying with my contractions, trying to use gravity to help bring the baby down.

Eventually, when contractions were getting pretty strong and close, I wanted to sit on the exercise ball. The lovely nurses put towels down on the floor and pads on the ball and helped me sit down. At 11:50 am Mom wrote, “Increased pit to 8 mu/min and pump to 24. Gushing amniotic fluid with every contraction =). Sitting on ball. Had been standing a while.” I remember that I rocked, and every time I rocked a little more fluid would come out, and somehow that really helped the contractions be less painful. Nathan sat behind me sometimes so I could have a break and lean back. They both talked when I wanted to and encouraged me. I did really well while I was on the ball. I concentrated and rocked and breathed well during contractions and talked in between.

After a while the nurses came back in and wanted to check me. On the bed. I didn’t want to get up but they helped me stand and as I stood I had contraction. It was horrible, just horrible. I thought I was going to pass out. So did my mom, I think. She wrote at 1:00 pm, “Had to stand—VERY strong contr. Hard to manage in standing position. Nauseated. Nurse did internal—said 3-4 cm. Very pale. I thought she would faint.” I went white and my legs buckled—I would have fallen if the nurses hadn’t held me up. They talked me through it but I couldn’t breathe and so I couldn’t deal with the pain. Next time I’m telling them no way, I’m staying right here on my ball and you can check me when I have to push!

Once they got me onto the bed, I was there for the rest of my labor. I think that was my big mistake. I knew that Pitocin was going to make it really hard to have a natural labor but I still was trying. I think if I’d been able to stay comfortable I may have been able to do it. But who knows? When the nurses got me on the bed they checked me and I was only dilated to a four. After hours! And I went in at a three! I told myself it was okay, my body was working hard for me.

I was feeling really nauseous so they nurses gave me a tube to hold—much better than that ridiculous emesis basin! What is that supposed to contain, I ask you?! I threw up a few times (1:55ish pm) and mom held me while Nathan got a cool cloth for my forehead. I was so touched by that thoughtful gesture. He later told me that he went to the sink so he could get a minute because he was feeling squeamish, but I don’t care. I still think it was thoughtful. And what is throwing up? It’s a classic sign of transition, that’s what! Unfortunately neither mom or I remembered that.

Things get REALLY foggy after that. The pitocin had my contractions peaking unnaturally high and with NO rest between. Mom tells me that I was breathing really well and moaning in a low tone but I remember thinking that I was only a four, and I couldn’t handle getting to a ten, not with my contractions coming endlessly and not giving me a chance to catch my breath. This is also a classic sign of transition—thinking that you can’t do it anymore. Unfortunately neither mom or I remembered that either. Around 2pm I asked for an epidural. I felt bad but I wanted one so badly! Nathan and mom talked me through a few more contractions, wanting to me to be SURE I wanted an epidural. Mom wrote, “Hard and frequent contractions. Asking for med. We encouraged her to hold off.” Eventually we called the nurses, who called the anesthesiologist. Christy stood at the side of the bed and I had to sit on the edge, bend over, and hold onto her. And stay still. Stay still? Hello! I’m having CONTRACTIONS HERE!!! Lol. Mom said this was the hardest thing for her to watch. Not the needle or the actual epidural or anything but the pain I was in sitting on the side of that bed. She wrote, “2:40 pm. Dr. Jones puts in epidural. Extremely painful but nurse Christy was so quiet and soft spoken—left side. Nathan had to leave the room because he just couldn’t watch but they let Mom stand on the other side of the room and watch. Nathan also told me later that he was about ready to cry before I got the epidural because it was hard for him to see me hurting. Both were glad that I got it, even though they were my staunchest supporters of doing it naturally. That helps me not feel bad about getting the epidural—I refuse to think of it as failing. If I hadn’t been induced and had those pitocin contractions I believe I could’ve done it. Hopefully next time!

As soon as the epidural was over they checked me and I was dilated to an eight. An EIGHT!!! Um, throwing up, giving up, TRANSITION! Wow did we ever miss that cue. I wish I would’ve gotten checked BEFORE the epidural because I probably wouldn’t have gotten it. I thought I was at a FOUR and had HOURS left to go. That’s ok though. Hindsight is 20/20. And because I got it so late in the game it didn’t seem to have any effect on Shane, or at least not much of one. I also got it so late that it didn’t completely take the pain away. Mom wrote, “2:45 pm. Internal exam—8 cm! 100% effaced, 0 station. Epidural will take about 15 more min to kick in. The nurse is sooooo good. Panting to not push.” And later, at 3:00 pm, “Foley catheter inserted.” At 3:08 pm she said, “9 cm. Cervix thicker on one side, so moved her a little to right side. Not much pain but lots of pressure. Panting through contractions.”

Nathan and Mom said I slept between contractions after that, but I don’t remember it as sleeping. It was very strange. I could hear people, but I was out. My body was resting, finally. I think right after I got the epidural I started feeling pushy but I had told the nurses I wanted to breathe down for a while instead of pushing so they let me be. Nathan was next to me on the left and mom was on my right. Nathan reminded me to pretend like I was blowing out a candle as I panted. I guess he was actually paying attention to the things I was telling him might help me! It’s all so foggy but I remember holding my fingers in front of my mouth to “blow out the candle”. At 3:55 pm, “Sleeping between contractions. A lot of pressure. Feels urge to push but panting through contractions.” At 4 pm, “Internal exam. Head not quite far enough down to push yet. 10 cm. Switched her over to her left side. ‘Laboring down.’”

"Sleeping" throught contractions.

4:20 pm. “Tried a few pushes, but head not down yet.” 4:45 pm. “A few more practice pushes were good. Baby’s head came down but first babies go up and down. Put legs in stirrups and started pushing!”

Eventually the nurses came back and broke down the bed and put my legs into the stirrups so I could start pushing. I think Dr. H came in to check before I started but I really can’t remember. I know he wasn’t there the entire time. Mom helped hold my right leg and the nurse held my left. Nathan stood by my head and whispered encouragement. Mom encouraged me as well, but left most of it up to Nathan. He did perfectly, not yelling, just speaking softly and stroking my hair. He was SO great. At 5:30, “Still pushing. Baby’s head in sight and staying down pretty well.

Pushing was hard. I wanted to be more upright so that I could curl over myself but the nurses wouldn’t let me sit up too far. They brought a mirror so I could watch and I couldn’t believe how much hair I saw! In between pushes Mom would give me ice and Nathan held my hand. The epidural had finally kicked in and I couldn’t push that well so Dr. H called for the anesthesiologist to turn the epi off. He didn’t show up and Dr. H got kinda of mad at him—I remember him talking to the nurses about it. “At 6:10 pm my mom wrote, “Increased pitocin to 10 pump at 30. Doc Howell checked her through a few contractions. He wants Jones (anesthes) to turn off epi so she feels how to push better.” Dr. H was kind of in and out-he was the Dr. on call that night. I was SO tired by the end that I just didn’t think I could do it. I pushed for about 2 hours. As I pushed and was finally crowning the nurse put her hand on Shane’s head and told me to wait for Dr. H. WHAT?!?!?! I’ve been pushing for hours and now they wanted me to NOT PUSH!! This was the only time in my labor that I got upset or said a bad word. I said, “He’d better get the He!! In here NOW!

In my head I was thinking that I was going to push with my next contraction whether or not the Dr. was there, and the nurse could jolly well catch Shane herself! Finally there was a bustle of activity and Dr. H. arrived and asked if I was ready to meet my son. A few pushes later they put Shane up on my tummy! He was the most beautiful perfect thing I’d ever seen, all wet and slimy and bloody. Nathan cried and kissed me, and I just stared at him and felt my heart, like the Grinch’s, expand and expand and expand. Shane wasn’t swollen although I’d expected him to be after two hours of pushing. I got to cuddle him for a few minutes and then they took him to the warmer. He was born at 7:06 pm, 21 ½ inches and 8lbs 9 oz.

I’d wanted to just keep him on me, skin to skin, but mom told me later that they thought he had pooped near the end, and they needed to suction him out. They brought him back to me as soon as they were done, and put him on my chest and covered us both. It was wonderful, and I was glad to get that bonding time. He nursed after a while, and was extremely alert for two hours or so after he was born. I know a lot of women that say they didn’t bond with their baby for hours or days or even months, but Shane and I bonded instantly. He got his first bath, in our room with Nathan’s help, around 10 pm.
I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe the love I feel for Shane. It’s incredible. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew that I wouldn’t resent dirty diapers or nightly waking. I never knew that I could truly “count it all joy”. I never thought that I would be ready to have another one as I sat on ice in a hospital bed. I never knew that motherhood is my calling.

And I never dreamed that I’d want four kids!

*Thanks to my mom for keeping good records during labor and delivery!*

*Edited 7/4/11 to add:  I originally posted this on September 27th, 2010. I am however postdating it now to Shane's actual birthday, because I plan to print this blog in book form for him.


Please welcome to the world Shane Martin V, born at 7:06 pm 6-4-10, 8 lbs 9 oz, 21 1/2 inches.  I am so madly in love it's not funny!  We ended up having my mom stay with us for labor AND delivery, and Nathan absolutely did NOT want to cut the cord so we asked Mom if she would like to do it. She did! Nathan was absolutely wonderful and sweet and supportive and my mom was such a big support. And my baby, oh my baby! Here's a picture to hold you over ;) He wasn't very swollen at all, and I think he's a pretty cute newborn!

Friday, June 4, 2010


P.S.  I forgot, for those of you who are friends with me on Facebook, please don't mention anything about me being induced or being in the hospital.  We told a select few people but I don't want it spread around the FB world.  Thanks guys!

Antique Mall

Yesterday we took Mom to the antique mall on the edge of town.  Mom LOVES antiques.  It's a cute mall because they have all different stalls set up and decorated with the stuff that is for sale.  We walked around for a few hours until I got tired and then Mom took us to lunch at KFC/Long John Silver's.  Afterwards we went to Walmart to try to get Mom's bangs trimmed.  There was a long wait there so we went to another place. Same problem.  The third place we went to had an opening.  Unfortunately instead of trimming her bangs they gave her a whole haircut!  She's a good sport though.

After we got home Mom sent me to take a nap and she swept, vacuumed, mopped, and waxed the floor.  Wow.  I LOVE a newly waxed and shiny floor.  Makes my heart go pitter patter pumpernickel.  And I really appreciate her cleaning my  floors. Thanks Mumsy!!

That evening I made sure we had everything we needed for the hospital and made brownies for the nurses. It's not a bribe. It'

We had to leave the house at 6:30 this morning and they started hooking me up to everything around eight.  I have two nurses and they are very nice. I have an IV in my right hand which is, yes, a little uncomfortable.  The needle was huge and I guess Nathan saw it and poor guy, he is so squeamish, he had to go to the other side of the room.  They hooked me up also to a blood pressure cuff and a heart rate monitor for the baby and a contraction monitor.  One of the nurses said that I am actually having contractions now and then which were what I was calling Braxton Hicks, so I guess that's what got me to 3 cm.  So now I am on Pitocin and just waiting.  Nathan's got my exercise ball all blown up and Mom went to find some magazines and we're channel surfing.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


As you may or may not know, I originally did not want to be induced.  Pitocin contractions are way different and more painful and make it difficult to have a natural birth, and because Pit is the start of interventions. And as I stated before, I want a natural birth.  There are a few reasons I agreed to the suggestion to induce at the end of the week.

Most importantly is that Nathan has to go out of town next week. He has been home several weeks and he HAS to go back to work.  This is not an option.  And it is more important to me that he be here to meet his son than that I go through labor without drugs.   Therefore I need to have the baby this week.

Second, this is a big baby. A very big baby. And I trust my doctor, who would not recommend induction unless he saw a reason for it.

Third, I have a good start on things already with being 3 cm and effaced.  That gives me a very good chance at successful induction.

I am nervous, and excited, and yes even a little bit sad because I am going to miss my baby moving and kicking and the knowledge that I can take care of him safely.

I am very glad my mom is here now!  We are going to get her hair cut and then walk around the antique mall for a little while.

And tomorrow, or maybe sometime Saturday, we'll meet little Piglet.

We covet your prayers.

Still Preggers

I had a whole long post typed up on Tuesday and I lost it. And of course it was the one time I hadn't typed it in another program first!

Monday was our niece's first birthday party so we spent the day over at Andrea and Justin's house.  Quite a few people came, mostly family but some of their friends as well.  Alie got lots of good toys! She gets funnier as she gets older. We really enjoy her.

Tuesday afternoon I had a Dr appointment.  I am 3 cm, 80%, and at a -1.  Dr. H says that I'm not likely to progress anymore without real contractions.  I also had to go to radiology to have an ultrasound of my leg to rule out a blood clot. No clot, we're good there.  We also decided to do an induction on Friday morning.  I'll write another post about that later.

So I called my mom to tell her, and guess who I picked up at the airport yesterday?! My mom is here!!

That's the bare bones of what happened, I think.

Maternity Pictures

On Sunday afternoon we met Melissa down at the park to get our maternity pictures done. After seeing how puffy I am I realize why women usually get them done between 36 and 38 weeks, before the swelling sets in!  But between all of our schedules we haven't been able to get to it. Puffiness aside, we have quite a few lovely shots and I am very pleased. And a huge thanks to Melissa for taking them for us! Here are some of my favorites.