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BOOM! DYNAMITE!Saturday, July 04, 2009
Friday, July 03, 2009
This Little Piggie Would Love To Go To The Market...Or Anywhere Really
HELLO OUTSIDE WORLD.
I'm on day #12 of bed rest...I HOPEFULLY only have five days left. Last week I went in for my check-up and ole' graceful me, I tore some stitches, therefore I was re-stitched and told to continue my hippie state of life. Yes. I'm a hippie. I have been ordered to limit my steps, to rest my behind...bottomless...on puppy pads. Basically, I'm the livestock that's on the very bottom deck of a Carnival Cruise to Ensenada, Mexico. I'd so be the first to go if the ship sunk.
Today I spent a couple hours out on our deck before I descended to the dungeon. One positive from being on house arrest is I've been able to build up my milk supply. I already have 36 oz, or 12 bottles stocked up. Which you may be wondering why I'm sharing such technical information....12 bottles (and counting) equals FREEDOM for mommy. As in, once my ankle bracelet comes off I plan on spending a couple hours in public with my husband.
Cannon has his two week check-up Monday. Last week he went in for a weight check and he had gained 15 oz...in four days. My neurotic feeding schedule the first couple of days paid off, therefore my milk came in without a hitch. Which is why, in true hippie fashion, I have two enormous wet spots on my t-shirt throughout the day.
I can't wait until next Thursday when Cannon and I can venture outside and maybe take a stroll around the block AND FINALLY VISIT WITH FRIENDS. .
I know this picture's a bit blurry, but, as you can see it's exhausting being 12 days old.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Two Year Anniversary
I wouldn't want to celebrate any other way. (Even if I do look horribly tired.)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Mr. Mom
It's been one week since Cannon's birth. And because I have been ordered to be on bed rest, these past seven days Kuba has worn the hat of both father and mother and quite frankly, super human.
I can't thank my husband enough for everything he has done. From doing the laundry, to changing every diaper, to taking Cannon for walks, to giving Cannon his first bath, to feeding me while I feed Cannon (interesting sight), to getting Cannon for me in the middle of the night (4-6 times), to making dinner, to watering the flowers, to rocking and ''swooshing'' and swaddling and ogling, to comforting me while I cry for the 100th time...
This man that has emerged with the birth of our son has absolutely taken my breath away.
Cannon wondering what the deal is with that high pitched voice mom keeps using.
Milk comatose.
I can't thank my husband enough for everything he has done. From doing the laundry, to changing every diaper, to taking Cannon for walks, to giving Cannon his first bath, to feeding me while I feed Cannon (interesting sight), to getting Cannon for me in the middle of the night (4-6 times), to making dinner, to watering the flowers, to rocking and ''swooshing'' and swaddling and ogling, to comforting me while I cry for the 100th time...
This man that has emerged with the birth of our son has absolutely taken my breath away.
Cannon wondering what the deal is with that high pitched voice mom keeps using.
Milk comatose.Thursday, June 25, 2009
He Didn't Get The Nickname Cannonball For Nothing
I thought I'd share the details on how Cannon James came into this world. Please brace yourself for the play-by-play.
Saturday morning (June 20th) I woke up...still pregnant. I put a call into my doctor to see if I could get in to be ''nudged''. The hospital was booked and I'd have to wait until Tuesday. I spent the rest of the morning pouting (see post) and decided to do something crazy that afternoon; I sat on the couch for 4 hours. I should note that the day before when getting ready for a wedding, my hair was different. The texture was very grimy, very dry and just not right. Same thing Saturday. And guess what, it's still grimy, dry and just not right. Maybe this was the first sign/hormonal shift, that labor was around the corner?
Around 3pm I finally left the couch and once I got up I felt a very warm rush of water shoot out between my legs. My first thought, ''Sweet, I'm so pregnant I can't even hold my bladder.'' Then it continued for 30, 40 seconds and it dawned on me...MY WATER BROKE! I put a call into Kuba who raced home, I put a call into my doctor, then I decided I should probably do the dishes. So I did. (No, I didn't have a dish towel between my legs. Just a regular towel).
We arrived at the hospital around 3:30 and I was feeling good. I was having some slight contractions, but nothing intense. Kuba and I were calm yet over the moon excited. We exchanged a lot of, ''CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING??? OMG. I KNOW. OMG. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I KNOW. SERIOUSLY, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?"
Over the next six hours my cervix SLOWLY made progress and around 9pm I was still only 4 cm dialated. Therefore I was administered pitocin. Sure enough over the next three hours the contractions became more intense and by midnight when I was between 6 and 7 centimeters I turned to Kuba, and in my most threatening man voice repeated, ''EPIDURAL. NOW."
Here's the part where I'd like to take a moment to thank the anesthesiologist, whom, unfortunately I can't remember his name, but if I did I'd get it tattooed on my back above my shoulder blades, in calligraphy style font. THANK YOU MR. DRUG MAN. Epidurals are now my drug of choice. "Hi, yes, I'd like to order your grilled salmon, spring vegetables and a shot of epidural.''
From midnight up until 6am I slowly progressed from 7 centimeters to 10. During this time Cannon's heart rate dropped twice, in which 4 nurses rushed into my room, hooked me up to a oxygen mask and flipped my body back and forth. I had lost so much amniotic fluid that the baby's umbilical cord was getting pressed against my uterus with each contraction and possibly cutting off his oxygen supply. They decided to pump me with some fluid that would act as amniotic fluid. Thank God it worked and Cannon's heartbeat was stable. Needless to say I was emotionally spent and the pushing hadn't even started yet...Oh boy.
Finally around 6am I was 10 centimeters dilated and it was go time. Over the next hour I pushed. And I pushed. And I pushed. And then my doctor informed me that, ''Guess what, your baby is sunny side up, and he/she should be sunny side down.'' BUT, not to worry because he was going to flip him/her. Well guess what, my doctor was unable to flip baby PK. He then informed me that he'd use forceps to flip baby PK. So I continued to push until the time was right for forceps. Well guess what. After reevaluating baby PK and the position he/she was in, forceps wouldn't work. He then informed me that he'd use the vacuum. So I continued to push until the time was right for the vacuum. WELL GUESS WHAT. After reevaluating baby pk yet once again the vacuum wasn't going to work. I had two options left. I either was going to push baby pk out sunny side up OR I was going to have a c-section. At this point I had been pushing for 2 1/2 hours. I had squeezed both of Kuba's hands so hard they broke off and fell onto the floor, I had officially lost my voice grunting from the MASSIVE PELVIC PRESSURE that everyone failed to mention. I had been warned about contraction pain but never pelvic pressure (which no epidural can relieve). There was no turning back, I had come too far pushing. Therefore I dug down deep and PPPPUUSSSHHHHEEEEDDDD Mr. Sunny side out. Thirty minutes later Kuba turned to me and informed me that we had a son. A healthy little cannonball.
Recovery is going to take a bit longer due to my episiotomy, which is probably a blessing in disguise. In the last four days Cannon and I have been spending every minute getting to know each other. So far I can tell you this; Cannon has a super human latch, reacts to his daddy's voice, is becoming a HUGE fan of milk and can speak Polish fluently.
We love you Cannon James.
Saturday morning (June 20th) I woke up...still pregnant. I put a call into my doctor to see if I could get in to be ''nudged''. The hospital was booked and I'd have to wait until Tuesday. I spent the rest of the morning pouting (see post) and decided to do something crazy that afternoon; I sat on the couch for 4 hours. I should note that the day before when getting ready for a wedding, my hair was different. The texture was very grimy, very dry and just not right. Same thing Saturday. And guess what, it's still grimy, dry and just not right. Maybe this was the first sign/hormonal shift, that labor was around the corner?
Around 3pm I finally left the couch and once I got up I felt a very warm rush of water shoot out between my legs. My first thought, ''Sweet, I'm so pregnant I can't even hold my bladder.'' Then it continued for 30, 40 seconds and it dawned on me...MY WATER BROKE! I put a call into Kuba who raced home, I put a call into my doctor, then I decided I should probably do the dishes. So I did. (No, I didn't have a dish towel between my legs. Just a regular towel).
We arrived at the hospital around 3:30 and I was feeling good. I was having some slight contractions, but nothing intense. Kuba and I were calm yet over the moon excited. We exchanged a lot of, ''CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING??? OMG. I KNOW. OMG. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I KNOW. SERIOUSLY, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?"
Over the next six hours my cervix SLOWLY made progress and around 9pm I was still only 4 cm dialated. Therefore I was administered pitocin. Sure enough over the next three hours the contractions became more intense and by midnight when I was between 6 and 7 centimeters I turned to Kuba, and in my most threatening man voice repeated, ''EPIDURAL. NOW."
Here's the part where I'd like to take a moment to thank the anesthesiologist, whom, unfortunately I can't remember his name, but if I did I'd get it tattooed on my back above my shoulder blades, in calligraphy style font. THANK YOU MR. DRUG MAN. Epidurals are now my drug of choice. "Hi, yes, I'd like to order your grilled salmon, spring vegetables and a shot of epidural.''
From midnight up until 6am I slowly progressed from 7 centimeters to 10. During this time Cannon's heart rate dropped twice, in which 4 nurses rushed into my room, hooked me up to a oxygen mask and flipped my body back and forth. I had lost so much amniotic fluid that the baby's umbilical cord was getting pressed against my uterus with each contraction and possibly cutting off his oxygen supply. They decided to pump me with some fluid that would act as amniotic fluid. Thank God it worked and Cannon's heartbeat was stable. Needless to say I was emotionally spent and the pushing hadn't even started yet...Oh boy.
Finally around 6am I was 10 centimeters dilated and it was go time. Over the next hour I pushed. And I pushed. And I pushed. And then my doctor informed me that, ''Guess what, your baby is sunny side up, and he/she should be sunny side down.'' BUT, not to worry because he was going to flip him/her. Well guess what, my doctor was unable to flip baby PK. He then informed me that he'd use forceps to flip baby PK. So I continued to push until the time was right for forceps. Well guess what. After reevaluating baby PK and the position he/she was in, forceps wouldn't work. He then informed me that he'd use the vacuum. So I continued to push until the time was right for the vacuum. WELL GUESS WHAT. After reevaluating baby pk yet once again the vacuum wasn't going to work. I had two options left. I either was going to push baby pk out sunny side up OR I was going to have a c-section. At this point I had been pushing for 2 1/2 hours. I had squeezed both of Kuba's hands so hard they broke off and fell onto the floor, I had officially lost my voice grunting from the MASSIVE PELVIC PRESSURE that everyone failed to mention. I had been warned about contraction pain but never pelvic pressure (which no epidural can relieve). There was no turning back, I had come too far pushing. Therefore I dug down deep and PPPPUUSSSHHHHEEEEDDDD Mr. Sunny side out. Thirty minutes later Kuba turned to me and informed me that we had a son. A healthy little cannonball.
Recovery is going to take a bit longer due to my episiotomy, which is probably a blessing in disguise. In the last four days Cannon and I have been spending every minute getting to know each other. So far I can tell you this; Cannon has a super human latch, reacts to his daddy's voice, is becoming a HUGE fan of milk and can speak Polish fluently.
We love you Cannon James.
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