I have been compiling a list of my favorite baby items in my head the past three weeks and was shocked to find a survey somewhere (can't remember the site) that was "dogging" completely on some of my faves. So here they are, my must-haves, even if some people find them worthless!
For feeding:
If you are breast or bottle feeding, these are some of my favorite products.
The Boppy Pillow. I could not feed without it. Your arms get tired and I am sorry, but I am not about to use just any pillow from my house to feed Mason. This thing is perfect!
Born Free bottles. BPA-free and they come with a nifty little venting system that has never given my little guy tummy issues.
Lanolin. If you are breastfeeding, this should be your best friend. I am constantly lathering this on my nipples and they love me for it.
The First Years Day and Night Bottle Warmer. This is one that people said was a waste but let me tell you something: I never have to venture downstairs in the middle of the night to spend 5 LONG minutes waiting for my bottle of breast milk to heat under running water (and wasting a ton of water in the process). This thing steams my bottles to the perfect temperature in less time than it takes to change a diaper with maybe a tablespoon of water. And I don't have to stand around trying to keep Mason calm while the bottle warms under the faucet.
*breast milk is very touchy and comes with a lot of re-heating rules. Formula feeders may find this product worthless.
For Sleepy-time:
Kidopotamus Swaddle Me blankets. My kid will not sleep unless he is swaddled or being held. I own three of these just in the newborn size. LIFE SAVER.
Nightlights. Any will do. I am a firm believer that blasting bright lights in the middle of the night keeps Mason awake longer. I have learned to do everything by the dim glow of a nightlight.
Graco Sweetpeace swing. Google this one and watch the demo video. I want one for myself. Mason has actually been sleeping in the chair part of it which we took off the swing and put into his crib. My only complaint is that the whole thing runs by way of being plugged into an outlet EXCEPT for the vibration option which is battery powered. Mason loves vibration and I am considering taking stock in batteries.
Diaper Duty:
PinXav. Mason has/had a mean case of diaper rash and this stuff is the shit. Normal diaper creams only have 11-13% zinc oxide in them, this stuff has 30%. Most places keep it behind the counter in the pharmacy, so ask for it.
Liquid Maalox. I know, strange right? Well after Aunt Chrissy's rash remedy (bacatracin zinc before the diaper cream) stopped working, the pediatrician let me in on this gem. Just dab some Maalox on the rash before the diaper cream to neutralize the acid on the rash. Works beautifully!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Splish Splash and Fun Feedings
Two Sundays ago, Mason was given his first bath. I was so excited when his umbilical stump fell off because I had been looking forward to giving the little guy a bath. Not because he was stinky or anything, it just seemed fun. HA! This was also the Sunday when we started noticing a little bit of diaper rash on him that would soon turn into FULL FLEDGED OUCHIE diaper rash, which is now looking tons better thanks to Aunt Chrissy's remedy.
At first, he seemed to like the bath and it's warm goodness on his little butt...
But that soon turned into "HOLY HELL the water is getting chilly and I am cold now get me out of here cruel vile people!"
Soon followed with "is it over? I am scared to look. Is the tubby gone?"
"Ahh yes. Warm towel. All done I presume. Now fetch me a boob."
At first, he seemed to like the bath and it's warm goodness on his little butt...
So there you have it. He likes his baths at first, but as soon as the water temperature is not up to his highness' standards anymore, he screams bloody murder until we get him out. He really is such a good baby. He never cries just to cry. He only cries because one of the following things is wrong:
-dirty diaper
-hungry
-fighting sleep
-wants mommy/sick of daddy or wants daddy/sick of mommy
-gas bubble
He actually slept 3 hours in between feedings last night. Praise Jeebus. Hopefully this sticks at night. For the past almost 3 weeks, he had only been sleeping 2 hours from the start of one feeding to the start of the next. He was also doing marathon nursing sessions lasting sometimes 45 minutes. For example, he wakes up at 2am, I change him (5 mins), feed him (30-45 mins) and rock him back to sleep (10 mins), taking about an HOUR total putting us at 3am. We sleep until 4am (AN HOUR people) before he is up and hungry again. EEK.
He is finally cutting down the nursing to 15 minutes and passing out at the last burp. So the diaper change, nursing, burp and rocking to sleep has went down from one hour to about 20-30 minutes and then he doesn't eat again for another 2.5 hours. SO.MUCH.BETTER. I can only hope it gets shorter and shorter!
-dirty diaper
-hungry
-fighting sleep
-wants mommy/sick of daddy or wants daddy/sick of mommy
-gas bubble
He actually slept 3 hours in between feedings last night. Praise Jeebus. Hopefully this sticks at night. For the past almost 3 weeks, he had only been sleeping 2 hours from the start of one feeding to the start of the next. He was also doing marathon nursing sessions lasting sometimes 45 minutes. For example, he wakes up at 2am, I change him (5 mins), feed him (30-45 mins) and rock him back to sleep (10 mins), taking about an HOUR total putting us at 3am. We sleep until 4am (AN HOUR people) before he is up and hungry again. EEK.
He is finally cutting down the nursing to 15 minutes and passing out at the last burp. So the diaper change, nursing, burp and rocking to sleep has went down from one hour to about 20-30 minutes and then he doesn't eat again for another 2.5 hours. SO.MUCH.BETTER. I can only hope it gets shorter and shorter!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I don't think you're ready for this jelly.
Just a quick update - we had a nurse come visit from the local children's hospital (hey! it was free!) and she looked Mason over, weighed him, etc. He already weighs 7 pounds 15 ounces...and that was Friday! His next pediatrician appointment is on Tuesday, so I am sure he will be well over 8 pounds by then! He is just too cute and this IS getting a little easier. This breastfeeding stuff is the most difficult I think. More on that later.
I anticipate my next post to be about Mason's first bath, which was a week ago, including pictures. He actually likes his baths because he is dealing with a bit of a diaper rash. Poor guy. That's what happens when you continually poop all.day.long! Dude farts LOUD. Mom and dad are proud. There is no guess work in when he needs a diaper change.
I will be back soon with pictures and the first bath, breastfeeding stories, and my must-haves. Stay tuned and thanks for hanging in there with me!
Edit: And just because I am REALLY proud of this...I am already back down to the weight I was at my first OB appointment (which was at 6w pregnant)! Only 10 pounds to go until I am back to my goal!
I anticipate my next post to be about Mason's first bath, which was a week ago, including pictures. He actually likes his baths because he is dealing with a bit of a diaper rash. Poor guy. That's what happens when you continually poop all.day.long! Dude farts LOUD. Mom and dad are proud. There is no guess work in when he needs a diaper change.
I will be back soon with pictures and the first bath, breastfeeding stories, and my must-haves. Stay tuned and thanks for hanging in there with me!
Edit: And just because I am REALLY proud of this...I am already back down to the weight I was at my first OB appointment (which was at 6w pregnant)! Only 10 pounds to go until I am back to my goal!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Birth Story Part III
The anesthesiologist in the OR informed me that Dr. Zwart was finishing up a delivery and that's why we were waiting. He also said that he couldn't stand to watch me in pain anymore and got started on a second fresh "Super Strong" epidural for the operation. It was difficult to stay still through the contractions so that he could insert the epidural, but he was really fast and I began feeling VERY numb VERY fast. Soon after that, Dr. Zwart and Paul both came into the OR. I was so happy to see both of them. Pretty soon, I began feeling like I couldn't breathe. I was told this was because of the epidural going up so high into my chest. It felt like I was only taking short, shallow breaths. Paul reassured me that my oxygen, heart and blood pressure levels were all perfect. This is where it really gets fuzzy for me. I guess the doctor pinched me and I didn't feel it. I don't remember this at all. I do remember feeling tugging and pressure and thinking how it was taking forever. I couldn't feel anything from the neck down, including my arms. It was the weirdest feeling EVER! Paul sat right by my side and talked to me. I do remember saying, "What is taking so long?!"at one point.
Pretty soon, I felt a nice amount of pressure on my chest. I knew it was almost over. I heard the doctor say, "Hey little guy" and seconds later I heard the most wonderful noise in the world. Mason let out a HUGE, deep, cry as soon as he was out. I looked at Paul and immediately started crying. They started stitching me up and I told Paul to go see Mason. Pretty soon, Paul returned and told me he looked perfect at 7lbs 6oz and 20". I was so relieved that everything had worked out. The doctors told Paul to go get the camera, which was in the waiting room with family. At first he didn't want to leave me, but I made him. I am so glad I did. Those first photos are my favorites. I continued to be stitched up as Mason was measured, stamped and cleaned up. Paul returned and brought Mason over to me. It was love at first sight.
Looking back now, all of the tears, pain and fear was so worth it. We were blessed with a perfectly healthy little boy to complete our family. The c-section and recovery were very hard, and I would not recommend it. I couldn't hold Mason for a little while because my arms were so numb and I don't remember a lot of it. That was so hard for me. All in all, I have bounced back nicely and feel great a mere 2 weeks later. I think Paul will agree with me that being parents is hard. HARD. We have definitely been challenged these past 2 weeks but just when you think you are about to lose it, this little precious person looks up at you and smiles. It may be because he has gas, but a smile is a smile. We are told it will get easier and we are holding onto that fact. My hormones have been all over the place and sometimes I just cry. Paul has been such a wonderful companion and rock for me.
The crew that stuck it out all day. I love them. Also, just wanted to show you what 2 days of fluid will do to you.
I look forward to sharing this new experience with you as frequently as I can, internets. I already have so many posts lined up in my head. Now I just need to get them through my fingers and onto a computer screen near you!
Pretty soon, I felt a nice amount of pressure on my chest. I knew it was almost over. I heard the doctor say, "Hey little guy" and seconds later I heard the most wonderful noise in the world. Mason let out a HUGE, deep, cry as soon as he was out. I looked at Paul and immediately started crying. They started stitching me up and I told Paul to go see Mason. Pretty soon, Paul returned and told me he looked perfect at 7lbs 6oz and 20". I was so relieved that everything had worked out. The doctors told Paul to go get the camera, which was in the waiting room with family. At first he didn't want to leave me, but I made him. I am so glad I did. Those first photos are my favorites. I continued to be stitched up as Mason was measured, stamped and cleaned up. Paul returned and brought Mason over to me. It was love at first sight.
Looking back now, all of the tears, pain and fear was so worth it. We were blessed with a perfectly healthy little boy to complete our family. The c-section and recovery were very hard, and I would not recommend it. I couldn't hold Mason for a little while because my arms were so numb and I don't remember a lot of it. That was so hard for me. All in all, I have bounced back nicely and feel great a mere 2 weeks later. I think Paul will agree with me that being parents is hard. HARD. We have definitely been challenged these past 2 weeks but just when you think you are about to lose it, this little precious person looks up at you and smiles. It may be because he has gas, but a smile is a smile. We are told it will get easier and we are holding onto that fact. My hormones have been all over the place and sometimes I just cry. Paul has been such a wonderful companion and rock for me.
The crew that stuck it out all day. I love them. Also, just wanted to show you what 2 days of fluid will do to you.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Birth Story Part II
So I found some time...
Part II:
Once settled into L&D, things got rolling right away. My stupid IV was finally put to good use when the Pitocin was started as well as a bag of fluid to keep me hydrated around 6:45am. I wasn't allowed any liquid anymore, just ice chips, which are less than fulfilling. I now measured at just 1-2 centimeters, 70% effaced and a -2 station. Not exactly moving along quickly. At 8:30am, the resident doctor decided that he wanted to insert a Foley catheter between my cervix and the baby to help stretch me a little. I was given morphine to make the procedure a little more comfortable. That was an interesting little ride. Only an hour later, the catheter broke inside of me. First I thought it was my water, but it was the fluid from inside the catheter that was leaking out of me. The doctor and nurse inserted another catheter and it wasn't long before I felt more fluid. The doctor and nurse checked me again and found that the fluid I was leaking was not water, but blood and lots of it. They told me that they had never seen anything like that happen before. Paul and I were both terrified. They finally got the bleeding to stop and determined that it was probably bleeding from my cervix since the baby's heart never dipped and he never showed any distress.
I decided to go ahead and get an epidural around 10:50am when the contractions started becoming a little stronger. The epidural was SO easy. Nothing to be worried about at all. Seriously, the IV hurt worse. Once in, I felt relief in about 20 minutes. Life was good.
I continued to be checked throughout the day, and was progressing along. Family came in and out and visited and Paul and I napped and watched TV. This is also where Paul neglected his logging duties, so I am a little fuzzy on the details, but nothing major really happened. My doctor, Dr. Shondel was due to go home at 7pm that night and was really pulling for me to be 10 centimeters by then. Our favorite nurse Tricia was also in the same boat. Around 5pm, I was at 6-7 centimeters and then at 7pm, I was at 9 centimeters. Dr. Shondel introduced me to Dr. Zwart, who would be delivering Mason. I was sad since Dr. Shondel had been my primary OB the entire pregnancy but I trusted her when she told me how wonderful Dr. Zwart was. Somewhere in there, my epidural began wearing off for the first time and had to be topped off.
Somewhere around 9:00pm, I think, I was ready to push. Dr. Zwart and the nurse gave me a crash course and I REALLY started feeling contractions again. My epidural wasn't working AGAIN. I was topped off, but it only lasted around 20 minutes. I was pushing and feeling every single contraction. I am not kidding you when I say that is the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. It felt so good to push. I just wanted it to be over at that point. One thing I neglected to mention above was that Mason was sunny side up, which can add what feels like a pound to the baby when trying to push it out. We had been trying to get him to turn all day, but to no avail. Paul and the nurse held my legs and I gave it everything I had. I felt like my head might pop off of my neck. I pushed three times a contraction, holding it for as long as I could. At one point, Paul pointed out that Rudy Guiliani was on the TV. Nice. It was all so surreal. I was given oxygen after a while to make sure Mason's heart rate stayed positive since he was under so much stress. After an hour and a half of pushing my brains out, the doctor checked me. He told me that the only thing that was moving was the swollen spot on Mason's head. He wasn't budging, my pelvis was too small and with him being sunny side up, that wasn't helping. The doctor told me he would give me two more hours to push if I wanted to try and prove him wrong, but that he felt that we would end up in the OR either way. I was devastated and could see the fear on Paul's face. I couldn't imagine pushing for two more hours and felt that it wasn't worth putting the baby and I through that much stress. At 10:37pm I told the doctor I was ready for the c-section. I had no epidural left and no strength either.
From there, everything was put into high gear. I was outfitted with a surgical cap and Paul was handed scrubs and told to move our stuff to the waiting room with our parents. I kissed him through tears and was told he would meet me in there. I was scared. So, so scared.
I have never had any type of surgery besides wisdom teeth and had never even stayed in a hospital before. This was all so new to me and I really didn't know what to expect. Meanwhile, the contractions were becoming unbearable. I was crying, trying to breathe through
them and saying, "Oh God, oh God" with every one. They kept getting worse and worse. I was
told I would be getting a spinal in the OR and to hang in there. A new nurse wheeled me down the hall as I cried and breathed through the contractions, which were probably about 1-2 minutes apart. I was transferred onto the operating table and stayed sitting up in preparation for my spinal. A nurse held my hand and rubbed my back as I cried through more contractions for what seemed like years. I watched as the the nurses prepare all of the surgical stuff and wondered where the doctor was. I was then told that I would not get my spinal until just before the surgery since my epidural had been wearing off so quickly. I think this was around 11pm. The pain was unbelievable.
Part III coming up. This is the best part. I promise!
Part II:
Once settled into L&D, things got rolling right away. My stupid IV was finally put to good use when the Pitocin was started as well as a bag of fluid to keep me hydrated around 6:45am. I wasn't allowed any liquid anymore, just ice chips, which are less than fulfilling. I now measured at just 1-2 centimeters, 70% effaced and a -2 station. Not exactly moving along quickly. At 8:30am, the resident doctor decided that he wanted to insert a Foley catheter between my cervix and the baby to help stretch me a little. I was given morphine to make the procedure a little more comfortable. That was an interesting little ride. Only an hour later, the catheter broke inside of me. First I thought it was my water, but it was the fluid from inside the catheter that was leaking out of me. The doctor and nurse inserted another catheter and it wasn't long before I felt more fluid. The doctor and nurse checked me again and found that the fluid I was leaking was not water, but blood and lots of it. They told me that they had never seen anything like that happen before. Paul and I were both terrified. They finally got the bleeding to stop and determined that it was probably bleeding from my cervix since the baby's heart never dipped and he never showed any distress.
I decided to go ahead and get an epidural around 10:50am when the contractions started becoming a little stronger. The epidural was SO easy. Nothing to be worried about at all. Seriously, the IV hurt worse. Once in, I felt relief in about 20 minutes. Life was good.
I continued to be checked throughout the day, and was progressing along. Family came in and out and visited and Paul and I napped and watched TV. This is also where Paul neglected his logging duties, so I am a little fuzzy on the details, but nothing major really happened. My doctor, Dr. Shondel was due to go home at 7pm that night and was really pulling for me to be 10 centimeters by then. Our favorite nurse Tricia was also in the same boat. Around 5pm, I was at 6-7 centimeters and then at 7pm, I was at 9 centimeters. Dr. Shondel introduced me to Dr. Zwart, who would be delivering Mason. I was sad since Dr. Shondel had been my primary OB the entire pregnancy but I trusted her when she told me how wonderful Dr. Zwart was. Somewhere in there, my epidural began wearing off for the first time and had to be topped off.
Somewhere around 9:00pm, I think, I was ready to push. Dr. Zwart and the nurse gave me a crash course and I REALLY started feeling contractions again. My epidural wasn't working AGAIN. I was topped off, but it only lasted around 20 minutes. I was pushing and feeling every single contraction. I am not kidding you when I say that is the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. It felt so good to push. I just wanted it to be over at that point. One thing I neglected to mention above was that Mason was sunny side up, which can add what feels like a pound to the baby when trying to push it out. We had been trying to get him to turn all day, but to no avail. Paul and the nurse held my legs and I gave it everything I had. I felt like my head might pop off of my neck. I pushed three times a contraction, holding it for as long as I could. At one point, Paul pointed out that Rudy Guiliani was on the TV. Nice. It was all so surreal. I was given oxygen after a while to make sure Mason's heart rate stayed positive since he was under so much stress. After an hour and a half of pushing my brains out, the doctor checked me. He told me that the only thing that was moving was the swollen spot on Mason's head. He wasn't budging, my pelvis was too small and with him being sunny side up, that wasn't helping. The doctor told me he would give me two more hours to push if I wanted to try and prove him wrong, but that he felt that we would end up in the OR either way. I was devastated and could see the fear on Paul's face. I couldn't imagine pushing for two more hours and felt that it wasn't worth putting the baby and I through that much stress. At 10:37pm I told the doctor I was ready for the c-section. I had no epidural left and no strength either.
From there, everything was put into high gear. I was outfitted with a surgical cap and Paul was handed scrubs and told to move our stuff to the waiting room with our parents. I kissed him through tears and was told he would meet me in there. I was scared. So, so scared.
I have never had any type of surgery besides wisdom teeth and had never even stayed in a hospital before. This was all so new to me and I really didn't know what to expect. Meanwhile, the contractions were becoming unbearable. I was crying, trying to breathe through
them and saying, "Oh God, oh God" with every one. They kept getting worse and worse. I was
told I would be getting a spinal in the OR and to hang in there. A new nurse wheeled me down the hall as I cried and breathed through the contractions, which were probably about 1-2 minutes apart. I was transferred onto the operating table and stayed sitting up in preparation for my spinal. A nurse held my hand and rubbed my back as I cried through more contractions for what seemed like years. I watched as the the nurses prepare all of the surgical stuff and wondered where the doctor was. I was then told that I would not get my spinal until just before the surgery since my epidural had been wearing off so quickly. I think this was around 11pm. The pain was unbelievable.
Part III coming up. This is the best part. I promise!
Apologies
I am typing with one hand. Holding baby with other.
Completely soaked from tubby-time since Mason shit all over himself.
Only half done with my lunch.
Look like hell with dried tears on my face from yet another hormonal breakdown.
Still haven't got to write part II of birth story. Soon.
BUT...so in love.
Completely soaked from tubby-time since Mason shit all over himself.
Only half done with my lunch.
Look like hell with dried tears on my face from yet another hormonal breakdown.
Still haven't got to write part II of birth story. Soon.
BUT...so in love.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Birth Story Part I
We left our house around 2:30pm on Tuesday, September 2nd to check into the hospital for my scheduled induction. The last song we heard in the car was Prince's 1999. I made sure that Paul documented this for Colleen's sake!I went into the hospital to check in while Paul parked and was take to my room (2103) in the perinatal ward right away. This would be my home until I was ready to start Pitocin on Wednesday. Paul finally found me and I settled into bed, very pregnant and very ready to get the party started.
Our first nurse, Julie, came to see me immediately and get all of the paperwork out of the way. Around 3:45pm, Julie started my IV which was a huge MASSACRE! I have rolling veins so the first attempt was unsuccessful and she tried the top of my hand instead. She got the IV started all right, and blood gushed all over the bed, thankfully onto a towel. What a mess! Paul and I hung out for a little bit after that and started singing Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me" to the beat of Mason's heartbeat on the monitors. One wonderful thing about the whole process was that Mason's heart rate never dipped, there was never a flurry of nurses running in my room tell me to roll over or anything. He is so strong!
At 4:30 I took my first official in-hospital potty break. Paul made sure to document this! At 4:32pm, a resident came in to do a quick bedside ultrasound to make sure that Mason was still head down and it was safe to start the cervix-thinning Cervadil.I asked if he could tell how big the head was. He told me it took up the whole screen. Ha. Ha. We were good to go and the Cervadil was inserted. It was to stay in there for 12 hours. No turning back now! Paul informs me that there was no turning back 9 months ago. God is he smart! We attempted the hospital crossword puzzle around 4:45pm, but it proved to be too difficult. What was it I was just saying about Paul being smart? Kidding. My parents arrived around 5:05pm to hang out with us
and provide some entertainment. Since I was on the Cervadil, I wasn't allowed food, just clear liquids. The nurse recommended that I order a Popsicle, and being that I had GD I jumped at the chance for that yummy goodness around 5:40pm. We received our first phone call around 6:22pm...wrong number. My damn Popsicle finally came at 6:40pm and was a melted mess. I proceeded to drop it on my gown, the bed, and all over my arm. What a sticky mess. Paul's sisters, niece and parents arrived around 7:20pm. Party in my room!
Nighttime was fun, the helipad was right outside our window and there was a flight that landed in the middle of the night. SO loud.All of the hospital computer systems rebooted twice during the night as well. You can imagine all of the beeping and booting up that ensued. Once 4:30am rolled around, another resident came in to check me and make sure the Cervadil was working enough to send me to Labor and Delivery for the Pitocin. They told us that if I wasn't dilated any more and that if my cervix was still firm, there was a possibility that another round of Cervadil would be needed. That meant another 12 hours of waiting. Luckily, I had progressed nicely and the Cervadil was taken out. They told us to gather our things and I jumped in the wheel chair and was wheeled to Labor and Delivery room 9.
To be Continued...
Our first nurse, Julie, came to see me immediately and get all of the paperwork out of the way. Around 3:45pm, Julie started my IV which was a huge MASSACRE! I have rolling veins so the first attempt was unsuccessful and she tried the top of my hand instead. She got the IV started all right, and blood gushed all over the bed, thankfully onto a towel. What a mess! Paul and I hung out for a little bit after that and started singing Billy Joel's "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me" to the beat of Mason's heartbeat on the monitors. One wonderful thing about the whole process was that Mason's heart rate never dipped, there was never a flurry of nurses running in my room tell me to roll over or anything. He is so strong!
At 4:30 I took my first official in-hospital potty break. Paul made sure to document this! At 4:32pm, a resident came in to do a quick bedside ultrasound to make sure that Mason was still head down and it was safe to start the cervix-thinning Cervadil.I asked if he could tell how big the head was. He told me it took up the whole screen. Ha. Ha. We were good to go and the Cervadil was inserted. It was to stay in there for 12 hours. No turning back now! Paul informs me that there was no turning back 9 months ago. God is he smart! We attempted the hospital crossword puzzle around 4:45pm, but it proved to be too difficult. What was it I was just saying about Paul being smart? Kidding. My parents arrived around 5:05pm to hang out with us
and provide some entertainment. Since I was on the Cervadil, I wasn't allowed food, just clear liquids. The nurse recommended that I order a Popsicle, and being that I had GD I jumped at the chance for that yummy goodness around 5:40pm. We received our first phone call around 6:22pm...wrong number. My damn Popsicle finally came at 6:40pm and was a melted mess. I proceeded to drop it on my gown, the bed, and all over my arm. What a sticky mess. Paul's sisters, niece and parents arrived around 7:20pm. Party in my room!
Nighttime was fun, the helipad was right outside our window and there was a flight that landed in the middle of the night. SO loud.All of the hospital computer systems rebooted twice during the night as well. You can imagine all of the beeping and booting up that ensued. Once 4:30am rolled around, another resident came in to check me and make sure the Cervadil was working enough to send me to Labor and Delivery for the Pitocin. They told us that if I wasn't dilated any more and that if my cervix was still firm, there was a possibility that another round of Cervadil would be needed. That meant another 12 hours of waiting. Luckily, I had progressed nicely and the Cervadil was taken out. They told us to gather our things and I jumped in the wheel chair and was wheeled to Labor and Delivery room 9.
To be Continued...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
It's Coming!
I am definitely going to try and get part one of the birth story done today. My mom is here to help out so that is freeing up a little time. I am definitely itching to get outside and go places, but I am still healing. Maybe this weekend. Mason is wonderful and does not like nighttime. Daytime is a breeze and he is on a great day schedule. We have to work on night, but I think we have it figured out. More on that later.
I am so in love with him and could stare at him all day long. Of course I would end up smelly and incredibly unattractive from not showering so I can't do that. Hang in there internets! Until then, enjoy these pictures!
I am so in love with him and could stare at him all day long. Of course I would end up smelly and incredibly unattractive from not showering so I can't do that. Hang in there internets! Until then, enjoy these pictures!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Who is THIS?
I'll give you a hint. It's NOT Mason. That's right people, it's Paul circa 1977. Scary, huh? Mason did give us a big ol' gas/milk drunk grin today and guess what? He has my smile. That's something!
We are finally starting to get into the swing of things so I anticipate a little time to write a birth story soon. Sorry to make you wait. Hope everyone is well! Oh, and I will upload some photos of the big guy soon too.
First pediatrician appointment: 7lbs, 20 inches and a 35cm noggin. Jaundice is clear and he is perfect!
We are finally starting to get into the swing of things so I anticipate a little time to write a birth story soon. Sorry to make you wait. Hope everyone is well! Oh, and I will upload some photos of the big guy soon too.
First pediatrician appointment: 7lbs, 20 inches and a 35cm noggin. Jaundice is clear and he is perfect!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Why Hello There!
Just got a chance to read everything and I must say that Colleen did a magnificent job, didn't she? Round of applause please! I will be sitting down to write my very long, very eventful birth story and share more pictures soon, but for now we are home and settling in. Mason is doing great and my nipples aren't, but what are you going to to do? The kid's a breast man. Thank you all for you thoughts and prayers and alllll of the comments! I loved reading them!
A HUGE thanks to Colleen, you will never know how much I appreciate this. Stay tuned internets, it is all just beginning!! Love you all!
A HUGE thanks to Colleen, you will never know how much I appreciate this. Stay tuned internets, it is all just beginning!! Love you all!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
BL Watch: Day 3
The last I heard, Tiff was dilated 9 cm.
2:34 A.M. : Woke up to pee. Checked phone, no messages.
5:00 A.M. : Woke up. Peed. Checked phone, no messages.
7:00 A.M. : Still no updates. I hope for Tiff's health and her vagina, that Mason is here. Yesterday was a long day for their family. I am sure everything is fine and they are all resting comfortably.
7:38 A.M. : Tiff's blog had 378 hits yesterday!
9:04 A.M. : MASON IS HERE!!!! Just spoke with Granny Weaver. Tiff tried so hard to have that baby naturally, but ended up having to have C- Section last night due to some pelvic size issue. I will let her tell you the story though. Mason made his debut at 11:50 P.M. on September 3, 2008 weighing in at a healthy 7 lbs. 6 oz. (Granny couldn't remember the length). The Little Guy is said to have a beautiful complexion, Tiff's lips and Paul's hands! Congratulations Lucs!
9:14 A.M. : Received mass confirmation text from Paul saying, "Mason Theodore Luc, 7 lbs., 6 oz. 9/03/08 11:50 PM"
9:18 A.M. : Sorry, forgot to mention... Tiff & Mason are doing well!
9:29 A.M. : Anyone else notice that Mason made his appearance just in time for the start of football season?
12:17 P.M. : Went to Abuelo's for lunch. Thought of Tiff because she would probably enjoy it.
4:21 P.M. : I am about to head home for the evening. If I hear anything new or receive the pictures, I will have them posted A.S.A.P. So no more hate mail.
-- Colleen
2:34 A.M. : Woke up to pee. Checked phone, no messages.
5:00 A.M. : Woke up. Peed. Checked phone, no messages.
7:00 A.M. : Still no updates. I hope for Tiff's health and her vagina, that Mason is here. Yesterday was a long day for their family. I am sure everything is fine and they are all resting comfortably.
7:38 A.M. : Tiff's blog had 378 hits yesterday!
9:04 A.M. : MASON IS HERE!!!! Just spoke with Granny Weaver. Tiff tried so hard to have that baby naturally, but ended up having to have C- Section last night due to some pelvic size issue. I will let her tell you the story though. Mason made his debut at 11:50 P.M. on September 3, 2008 weighing in at a healthy 7 lbs. 6 oz. (Granny couldn't remember the length). The Little Guy is said to have a beautiful complexion, Tiff's lips and Paul's hands! Congratulations Lucs!
9:14 A.M. : Received mass confirmation text from Paul saying, "Mason Theodore Luc, 7 lbs., 6 oz. 9/03/08 11:50 PM"
9:18 A.M. : Sorry, forgot to mention... Tiff & Mason are doing well!
9:29 A.M. : Anyone else notice that Mason made his appearance just in time for the start of football season?
12:17 P.M. : Went to Abuelo's for lunch. Thought of Tiff because she would probably enjoy it.
4:21 P.M. : I am about to head home for the evening. If I hear anything new or receive the pictures, I will have them posted A.S.A.P. So no more hate mail.
-- Colleen
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
BL Watch: Day 2
I know many of you are wondering what is going on.
I wish I knew too. Don't worry, once I do have an update, I will be here in a matter of seconds to fill you all in.
9:23 A.M. : No news yet.
9:31 A.M. : Granny Weaver (Tiff's Mom) must have channeled the InterWebs, because she just called me. The Cervidil did its job last night and the removed it this morning. The last time Granny Weav spoke to Paul at 7:00 A.M., Tiff was dilated 1.5 cm. Looks like it will be some time yet.
9:44 A.M. : A collective sigh of relief from the InterWebs.
11:17 A.M. : Ate my lunch (Lean Cuisine roasted potatoes, broccoli & cheddar cheese sauce... Not bad, yet not filling) wondering if Tiff got to watch the new 90210 last night...Or at least remembered to DVR it. Make note to save it on my DVR just in case.
12:14 P.M.: ::Reads Laura's comment:: Throw me a friggin' bone here. I feel as though we (as in me AND the InterWebs) are in one, big waiting room currently. Maybe you should all have words with Miss Tiff when she returns as to why she left her cell phone at home as she was going to check into the hospital to have a baby. Our only saving grace is that Granny Weav stayed at Casa de Luc last night and saw Tiff's phone sitting on the table. Thoughtfully, she opened it up and saw my missed call and called me.
1:15 P.M.: As we’re sitting here twiddling our thumbs waiting for any sort of update. This is what I imagine is going on in Tiffany’s pre-delivery room.
Tiffany: “God, Paul this effing hurts.”
Paul: “Really?”
Tiffany: “For real. It’s like pushing a ham out of my ass.”
Paul: “Oh come on, it can’t hurt that bad.”
Tiffany: “Are you kidding me?”
Paul: “Yeah, it’s not like you are getting tackled by Mean Joe Green.”
Tiffany: “Get out.”
Actually, I am sure none of this is happening as Paul is great guy. Alas, I thought it was funny to use some football terminology for Paul’s sake. 'Til the next time...
2:33 P.M. : Have you ever watched paint dry?
3:38 P.M. : I have to leave for a doctor's appointment. Most certainly, this will be when I receive the announcement phone call. Don't fret, I will be updating via the mobile if the call comes in. You will just have to excuse any typos.
7:00 P.M. : Gah, note to self...BlackBerry is not friends with Blogger. I do apologize for my absence, but I do have a minor update. Granny Weaver did in fact call while I was on my way to the doctor. They broke Tiff's water around 3:00 P.M. and by 4:00 P.M. (when I spoke to Granny Weaver) she was at about 4 cm. Our girl Tiff is looking good and has even gotten some naps in. Stay tuned.....
8:07 P.M. : 9 CENTIMETERS, PEOPLE, 9 CENTIMETERS!!. Just received another call from Granny Weaver and BL is just taking his little 'ol time. Tiff did receive her epidural earlier and is feeling ok. Some minor heartburn due to Mason pushing against her esophagus. Who knew that he would need map! Paul has been quoted as saying, "She's [Tiff] my hero." I told Mrs. Weaver that perhaps once Tiff gets to 10 cm, Mason will dance right out. Mrs. Weaver agreed and said, "He'll be playing Guitar Hero!"
10:30 P.M. : I fell aseep.
--Colleen
I wish I knew too. Don't worry, once I do have an update, I will be here in a matter of seconds to fill you all in.
9:23 A.M. : No news yet.
9:31 A.M. : Granny Weaver (Tiff's Mom) must have channeled the InterWebs, because she just called me. The Cervidil did its job last night and the removed it this morning. The last time Granny Weav spoke to Paul at 7:00 A.M., Tiff was dilated 1.5 cm. Looks like it will be some time yet.
9:44 A.M. : A collective sigh of relief from the InterWebs.
11:17 A.M. : Ate my lunch (Lean Cuisine roasted potatoes, broccoli & cheddar cheese sauce... Not bad, yet not filling) wondering if Tiff got to watch the new 90210 last night...Or at least remembered to DVR it. Make note to save it on my DVR just in case.
12:14 P.M.: ::Reads Laura's comment:: Throw me a friggin' bone here. I feel as though we (as in me AND the InterWebs) are in one, big waiting room currently. Maybe you should all have words with Miss Tiff when she returns as to why she left her cell phone at home as she was going to check into the hospital to have a baby. Our only saving grace is that Granny Weav stayed at Casa de Luc last night and saw Tiff's phone sitting on the table. Thoughtfully, she opened it up and saw my missed call and called me.
1:15 P.M.: As we’re sitting here twiddling our thumbs waiting for any sort of update. This is what I imagine is going on in Tiffany’s pre-delivery room.
Tiffany: “God, Paul this effing hurts.”
Paul: “Really?”
Tiffany: “For real. It’s like pushing a ham out of my ass.”
Paul: “Oh come on, it can’t hurt that bad.”
Tiffany: “Are you kidding me?”
Paul: “Yeah, it’s not like you are getting tackled by Mean Joe Green.”
Tiffany: “Get out.”
Actually, I am sure none of this is happening as Paul is great guy. Alas, I thought it was funny to use some football terminology for Paul’s sake. 'Til the next time...
2:33 P.M. : Have you ever watched paint dry?
3:38 P.M. : I have to leave for a doctor's appointment. Most certainly, this will be when I receive the announcement phone call. Don't fret, I will be updating via the mobile if the call comes in. You will just have to excuse any typos.
7:00 P.M. : Gah, note to self...BlackBerry is not friends with Blogger. I do apologize for my absence, but I do have a minor update. Granny Weaver did in fact call while I was on my way to the doctor. They broke Tiff's water around 3:00 P.M. and by 4:00 P.M. (when I spoke to Granny Weaver) she was at about 4 cm. Our girl Tiff is looking good and has even gotten some naps in. Stay tuned.....
8:07 P.M. : 9 CENTIMETERS, PEOPLE, 9 CENTIMETERS!!. Just received another call from Granny Weaver and BL is just taking his little 'ol time. Tiff did receive her epidural earlier and is feeling ok. Some minor heartburn due to Mason pushing against her esophagus. Who knew that he would need map! Paul has been quoted as saying, "She's [Tiff] my hero." I told Mrs. Weaver that perhaps once Tiff gets to 10 cm, Mason will dance right out. Mrs. Weaver agreed and said, "He'll be playing Guitar Hero!"
10:30 P.M. : I fell aseep.
--Colleen
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Keep it Classy Ohio
Hi Baby Luc Followers, my name is Colleen and I am coming to you live via the Internet! For the up to the minute updates about Tiff, Paul and Mason, check back here periodically. Once I get news, you will get news. Easy as that, right?
Since the Lucs are currently in transit to the hospital, I thought I would start it off kind of slow and remind everyone about the Guessing Pool to your right, fill it out if you haven’t! As of today the following participants did not win the birth date portion of the pool (and let me just say that it’s funny that BL’s parents already lost?):
Tiffany the Mom guessed August 31st
Granny Weav guessed August 29th.
Paul the Dad guessed August 28th.
Arianna from Bowling Green guessed September 1st.
Lindsay from Dover guessed August 26th.
Laura from Garrettsville guessed August 28th.
Tiffany from New Port Richney guessed TODAY, but at 12:24 A.M.
Natalie from Akron guessed August 31st.
Don’t fret though, there is always the height and weight guesses…
That means thatI, all of us still have a chance! Although, if I were to win, I doubt Tiff would not be too pleased if she was in labor for three days. Looks as though it will be a tight race with Aliesha, Kristen and Grandma Luc for the chosen date! You could cut the tension with a knife!
Now, as we all sit here and strum our fingers and try to patiently wait for updates, how about we all take a stroll down BL Memory Lane and read Tiff’s Very First Post?!?!?
---Colleen
Since the Lucs are currently in transit to the hospital, I thought I would start it off kind of slow and remind everyone about the Guessing Pool to your right, fill it out if you haven’t! As of today the following participants did not win the birth date portion of the pool (and let me just say that it’s funny that BL’s parents already lost?):
Tiffany the Mom guessed August 31st
Granny Weav guessed August 29th.
Paul the Dad guessed August 28th.
Arianna from Bowling Green guessed September 1st.
Lindsay from Dover guessed August 26th.
Laura from Garrettsville guessed August 28th.
Tiffany from New Port Richney guessed TODAY, but at 12:24 A.M.
Natalie from Akron guessed August 31st.
Don’t fret though, there is always the height and weight guesses…
That means that
Now, as we all sit here and strum our fingers and try to patiently wait for updates, how about we all take a stroll down BL Memory Lane and read Tiff’s Very First Post?!?!?
---Colleen
Dear Mason,
39w 5d
Dear Mason,
I wanted to make sure I wrote you one last time while you are still an inside-baby. I forget things a lot and I want to have some sort of record to remember what your dad and I did right before you came. I also want to tell you about a couple things that are going on in the world right now so that maybe, just maybe someday you can read this and feel a little more informed. One thing that my mom always tells me about is how her and my dad ate at Pizza Hut the night before she went into the hospital. I love that.
So here is a run-down of what has been going on around here this past weekend:
-We painted the kitchen and got all new light fixtures. This took much of Saturday and Monday to complete. I think you'll like it.
-I cleaned a lot.
-I gave myself a manicure yesterday for a couple reasons: I will soon be able to wear my wedding rings again and I know that my hands will be in a lot of pictures when I get to finally hold you. I also made sure my eyebrows looked nice.
-We went swimming at Goga and Papa's one last time for the summer.
-I watched a lot of How It's Made and Dirty Jobs. Get used to it!
-Your dad mowed the grass and edged. It looks really nice.
-Your dad and I held hands and said "I love you" a lot. But this is nothing new.
-I made sure all of your clothes and blankets were washed and put away (they have been for months now).
-I re-organized the pantry, because if you are anything like us, and I am sure you will be, you will appreciate the tidiness of your canned goods.
-Last night for dinner we had Arby's. This is totally uncommon for us because we rarely eat fast food, but for some reason it sounded soooo good. I got the Beef N' Cheddar and some curly fries.
-We were up until 2am because I was having contractions anywhere from 7-15 minutes apart for about an hour and half. I didn't think this was very funny, especially since I had to watch Carson Daly to keep me occupied. They eventually stopped and I slept until 7:45 this morning.
-This morning for breakfast we made scrambled eggs and toast. When we finished, I asked your dad if he enjoyed himself because I am not sure when that will happen again. I skipped the Tobasco for obvious reasons.
-We watched the Today show like we normally do around breakfast time.
-Al Roker appeared live from New Orleans where hurricane Gustav just blew through. Thankfully this time it was not quite as bad as 3 years ago with Katrina.
-The Republican National Convention is this week. John McCain's running mate, Sarah Palin, is proving to be quite the controversial subject. Not that we care.
-NFL football starts Thursday. You'll learn soon enough how important this is.
Around 2:30pm we are leaving for the hospital. I really just can't believe that you are going to be here soon! We have all waited so long to see you and we love you so much already. I can't wait to teach you things and watch you grow. You are already so special to us and we will always be here for you whenever you need us. If I don't get to tell you tomorrow, Happy Birthday sweet boy.
Oh, and this is what your mommy and daddy looked like before we left the house today (Chubby. Me, not your dad):
Take it away, Colleen!!
Dear Mason,
I wanted to make sure I wrote you one last time while you are still an inside-baby. I forget things a lot and I want to have some sort of record to remember what your dad and I did right before you came. I also want to tell you about a couple things that are going on in the world right now so that maybe, just maybe someday you can read this and feel a little more informed. One thing that my mom always tells me about is how her and my dad ate at Pizza Hut the night before she went into the hospital. I love that.
So here is a run-down of what has been going on around here this past weekend:
-We painted the kitchen and got all new light fixtures. This took much of Saturday and Monday to complete. I think you'll like it.
-I cleaned a lot.
-I gave myself a manicure yesterday for a couple reasons: I will soon be able to wear my wedding rings again and I know that my hands will be in a lot of pictures when I get to finally hold you. I also made sure my eyebrows looked nice.
-We went swimming at Goga and Papa's one last time for the summer.
-I watched a lot of How It's Made and Dirty Jobs. Get used to it!
-Your dad mowed the grass and edged. It looks really nice.
-Your dad and I held hands and said "I love you" a lot. But this is nothing new.
-I made sure all of your clothes and blankets were washed and put away (they have been for months now).
-I re-organized the pantry, because if you are anything like us, and I am sure you will be, you will appreciate the tidiness of your canned goods.
-Last night for dinner we had Arby's. This is totally uncommon for us because we rarely eat fast food, but for some reason it sounded soooo good. I got the Beef N' Cheddar and some curly fries.
-We were up until 2am because I was having contractions anywhere from 7-15 minutes apart for about an hour and half. I didn't think this was very funny, especially since I had to watch Carson Daly to keep me occupied. They eventually stopped and I slept until 7:45 this morning.
-This morning for breakfast we made scrambled eggs and toast. When we finished, I asked your dad if he enjoyed himself because I am not sure when that will happen again. I skipped the Tobasco for obvious reasons.
-We watched the Today show like we normally do around breakfast time.
-Al Roker appeared live from New Orleans where hurricane Gustav just blew through. Thankfully this time it was not quite as bad as 3 years ago with Katrina.
-The Republican National Convention is this week. John McCain's running mate, Sarah Palin, is proving to be quite the controversial subject. Not that we care.
-NFL football starts Thursday. You'll learn soon enough how important this is.
Around 2:30pm we are leaving for the hospital. I really just can't believe that you are going to be here soon! We have all waited so long to see you and we love you so much already. I can't wait to teach you things and watch you grow. You are already so special to us and we will always be here for you whenever you need us. If I don't get to tell you tomorrow, Happy Birthday sweet boy.
Oh, and this is what your mommy and daddy looked like before we left the house today (Chubby. Me, not your dad):
Take it away, Colleen!!
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