I love it!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Hospital, do you have a room for rent?
So last night I was sitting in the bedroom watching TV with Alex and eating a late dinner when all of a sudden a huge pain came over me. Identical to the pain that I had when we went to Christiansburg. The pain all of those brilliant doctor's told me was indigestion and Aubrey pushing up on me. Well, it was in fact none of those things!
The pain was so intense and did not go away that I actually had to go to the hospital in an ambulance. I needed oxygen because I could not catch my breath and it was terrifying! I kept thinking, "This can't happen! I can't be dying. It's not fair. I just had a baby!"
The paramedics if you can call them that were so rude and unprofessional they actually made me walk out to the ambulance in my flip flops and pajamas. The paramedic that was in the ambulance with me was so rude that once I caught my breath we actually got into a verbal fight. I was in so much pain I could not talk at first and he kept asking me stupid questions which he then kept repeating. I finally told him that he had already asked me these and I did not want to answer anymore. He said I had an attitude and I told him if he wanted to see an attitude I would give him one and him being a dick would not help matters. If I hadn't been in so much pain, I probably would have punched him.
We finally got to the hospital and Alex was already there from driving himself. By then the pain had gone down a little but was still there. It took them forever to give me pain meds but I finally got them and it felt wonderful!
They then sent me for an ultrasound where they discovered, as Alex's grandmother had once suggested, it was my GALLBLADDER!! Ha ha, my fucking gallbladder! And after those idiots had sad it wasn't. That it was Aubrey. So now I have to see a surgeon to talk about whether or not it should come out.
The pain was so intense and did not go away that I actually had to go to the hospital in an ambulance. I needed oxygen because I could not catch my breath and it was terrifying! I kept thinking, "This can't happen! I can't be dying. It's not fair. I just had a baby!"
The paramedics if you can call them that were so rude and unprofessional they actually made me walk out to the ambulance in my flip flops and pajamas. The paramedic that was in the ambulance with me was so rude that once I caught my breath we actually got into a verbal fight. I was in so much pain I could not talk at first and he kept asking me stupid questions which he then kept repeating. I finally told him that he had already asked me these and I did not want to answer anymore. He said I had an attitude and I told him if he wanted to see an attitude I would give him one and him being a dick would not help matters. If I hadn't been in so much pain, I probably would have punched him.
We finally got to the hospital and Alex was already there from driving himself. By then the pain had gone down a little but was still there. It took them forever to give me pain meds but I finally got them and it felt wonderful!
They then sent me for an ultrasound where they discovered, as Alex's grandmother had once suggested, it was my GALLBLADDER!! Ha ha, my fucking gallbladder! And after those idiots had sad it wasn't. That it was Aubrey. So now I have to see a surgeon to talk about whether or not it should come out.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Some photos of my little girl
Alex is at work so I decided to take some pictures of Aubrey to use for her birth announcement photo's. The lighting in the room was perfect and I got some good shots. She started to get a little fussy so we had to stop but I am pretty satisfied with the pictures I have.
I am really just starting out with photography as a hobby so they are not the greatest in the world but pretty good I might add for one of my firsts.
This was my favorite!!
She's like a little ballerina.
I am really just starting out with photography as a hobby so they are not the greatest in the world but pretty good I might add for one of my firsts.
Friday, February 17, 2012
I don't like this bath you speak of!
Aubrey had her first official bath today! We have been giving her baths by basically wiping her down in the sink with a wash cloth and some baby soap but tonight she went into the baby tub.
At first she seemed a little concerned as if she was wondering where she was and what was going on but after a little bit she was used to it.
Hmm. I don't know about this.
Ahhh, now I'm good.
With daddy.
So snuggly warm.
She looks so different in this picture.
At first she seemed a little concerned as if she was wondering where she was and what was going on but after a little bit she was used to it.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day!
Violets are Blue
My name is Aubrey
And I'm cuter than you! [He he.]
Happy Valentine's Day!!
Love,
Aubrey
Monday, February 13, 2012
Meet the Grandparents
Aubrey met her grandparents and uncle today for the first time! They saw her at the hospital when she was first born but that was for a brief second while Alex was holding her. The hospital I delivered at was very rude and didn't really let anyone see her that first day.
I made lasagna and we had chocolate pie for dessert. I wish I had pictures to post but for once in my life I did not really take any. I guess it's because my stitches were hurting and I did not feel very much like a photo shoot.
I did snap a picture of the dress she wore though.
In her "party" dress from her Aunt Holly.
I made lasagna and we had chocolate pie for dessert. I wish I had pictures to post but for once in my life I did not really take any. I guess it's because my stitches were hurting and I did not feel very much like a photo shoot.
I did snap a picture of the dress she wore though.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Aubrey and Ireland meet
Aubrey is officially a week old and met her cousin Ireland for the first time today as well as her Aunt Sabrina and future Uncle Mark! It was a good day and even started to flurry. We were all pretty excited because we have not had much of a winter this year. It's basically been like a chilly fall the whole winter.
The snow started to fall really hard and then the wind picked up. It was like something out of a movies and then it suddenly just stopped. I wish I could have gotten a picture.
They meet!
With her Great-Mema.
Going home.
Relaxing at home after a long baby day.
Tomorrow Aubrey meets her daddy's parents and her daddy's brother for the first time.
The snow started to fall really hard and then the wind picked up. It was like something out of a movies and then it suddenly just stopped. I wish I could have gotten a picture.
Tomorrow Aubrey meets her daddy's parents and her daddy's brother for the first time.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Daddy and Me
Not much of a post, just had to share this adorable picture of Alex and Aubrey. They both seem to be adjusting well.
All smiles with her daddy. <3
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Loungin'
Aubrey had her first doctor's appointment today. She weighed seven pounds, 13 ounces. Not too much weight loss in her first few days. She goes back in a couple of weeks to make sure she is back at her birth weight.
When we got home Alex had to leave so he could go to work. So it's just Aubrey and I for the first time. [:
It's tough being a baby!
When we got home Alex had to leave so he could go to work. So it's just Aubrey and I for the first time. [:
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Chillin' at home for the first time
After a little more than three days in the hospital we are home! We had to stay a few extra days because of my blood pressure and I had a fever after delivery so they wanted to watch Aubrey for a few to make sure she did not get sick. They also found out that she is slightly anemic and has to take this really nasty iron drops.
Breastfeeding is obviously still a challenge and I feel like she is not getting enough so I have been doing bottle and breast. The hospital didn't like this but you know what? It's my baby and I will not let her be hungry because they push the whole Breast is Best thing on me.
Here's Aubrey adjusting to home and visitors. [:
Laying on her Nonna.
In her little bear hat.
Breastfeeding is obviously still a challenge and I feel like she is not getting enough so I have been doing bottle and breast. The hospital didn't like this but you know what? It's my baby and I will not let her be hungry because they push the whole Breast is Best thing on me.
Here's Aubrey adjusting to home and visitors. [:
Sunday, February 5, 2012
My Birth Story
I guess the spicy tacos and sex worked because on February 3rd around 5pm, I went into labor. Instead of typing up another post, I'll post my birth story. Reader beware: It's long!
My Birth Story:
I was due February 14 and thought that was seriously one of the best due dates to be given. Well, that and Halloween but I was ecstatic that I was due on Valentine's Day and that I was having a girl! I kept thinking my whole pregnancy how great it would be to give birth on Valentine's Day and that's what I wanted... until the end of January that is. I then told myself that I did not care about having a Valentine's baby as long as she was healthy. I still wanted her to come in February because that is after all one of my favorite months and also I wasn't technically considered full term until then. I also started to get a bit jealous towards the end of my pregnancy of all of the other women I knew that had had their babies when I was still pregnant, and it felt like an eternity until Aubrey made her debut. I kept thinking to myself, "this baby is never going to come out and I will be pregnant forever."
My doctor decided to send me for one more ultrasound to check the size of the baby because my blood pressure had been so up and down my whole pregnancy. My blood pressure obviously did not have any effect on the baby because when I had my last growth scan at 38 weeks, 4 days she was estimated to be 8 pounds, 1 ounce. After my ultrasound I saw my doctor who decided that she would not let me go past 40 weeks and that if I had not gone in to labor by my next appointment at 39 weeks, 4 days I would pick a day to be induced. I figured I would shoot for Valentine's Day because it was only a few days away from then and I had already come this far.
That night I joked with Alex that I was going to eat a ton of tacos and hope that brought on labor. Of course I was joking about having tacos because who at 38 weeks pregnant wants to eat tacos, right? I mean HEARTBURN CITY! But Alex who loves tacos and did not get to eat many my whole pregnancy because I would always shoot down his taco dinner ideas, got his tacos that night. He was happy but I, as predicted, got heartburn. However, I did wake up the next morning with some, "today could be the day" pregnancy symptoms. Maybe it was a coincidence but I decided to take some tums, suck it up and give the leftover tacos another go and had them for lunch. After I ate that hell on a taco shell I took a nap and woke up 3 hours later with cramps that were not very painful but more of that annoying cramping you get when it's that oh so joyous time of the month. I took a shower and waited to see what happened. I did not have to wait long because thirty minutes later my cramping was INTENSE! I told my mom and she started timing my contractions. They were about three to four minutes apart so I decided to go to the hospital. Of course this was the one day that Alex was about an hour and a half away doing an orientation for a new job that he had started. We even joked about me going in to labor the day he had this orientation and sure enough I did. My mom called him to let him know we were on the way and then she drove me to the hospital. The whole way there I did not feel too bad, just very crampy and we called a few family members to tell them that tonight might have been the night.
I arrived at the hospital at 6 o'clock pm and went directly to Labor & Delivery where it took them forever to come in and hook me up to the monitor. Finally a nurse came in and hooked me up for the baby's heart rate and my contractions. Her heart rate was strong and my contractions looked like little hills, one after the other. Alex finally got to the hospital about an hour later and by then I had been checked and was 3 CM dilated and 75% effaced. My mom decided to leave and I was told to go walk for two hours and then come back. I walked around the hospital for exactly two hours and the pain intensity picked up every fifteen minutes it seemed. I went back up to L&D at 10pm where I was checked and incredibly bummed to learn that I was only at 3 ½ CM. Alex then told me that his parents and brother were there and that my mom was on her way back with my sister Holly who wanted to be there for the delivery. I was a little worried when Alex told me we had family there because I thought for sure they would say this was another false alarm and send me home but no, they told me to walk for two more hours and come back.
I started walking at 10pm with Alex and my mother-in-law. I walked up flights of stairs and around the parking garage where Alex's mom had parked because she had a box of diapers and some things she had made for the baby to give us. We walked back to the hospital and that's when the pain really got bad. I had to take breaks almost every three minutes and finally I could not take it. I went back to L&D with tears in my eyes at 11pm and told them I could not walk anymore and begged them to not send me home and to give me something for the pain. They checked me ten minutes later and I was surprised and relieved to learn that I was 6 CM. I even said some inappropriate words to describe how happy I was. I was admitted at 11:30 and received a dose of pain medicine through an IV. It made me sick at first and caused me to vomit a couple of times but then it started to help a little. It did not kill the pain completely but it made it a little bit better and also made me feel like I was on drugs. Alex sort of stared at me because I was a little loopy. Forty-five minutes later the anesthesiologist came to give me my epidural and let me just say that whoever invented an epidural was a freaking genius! Almost instantly my pain was gone. I kept looking at the monitor and seeing huge hills from contractions so close together and not feeling any of them. I was checked throughout the night and by the morning, I was at 8 CM. I thought for sure that my baby girl would be here soon. How wrong I was. I stayed at an 8 for what seemed like forever and finally I was given Pitocin at noon to speed things up. After the Pitocin things started to get very aggravating. I had a nurse who looked like she was straight out of high school and did not seem to know what she was doing. I'd ask her questions and she'd always give me a response of something like, "I'm not sure" or "Let me find out" just what I needed. I also had a doctor who was so rude and acted like she did not want to be there.
At about 1pm they noticed that my bag had ruptured from the top and Aubrey, after almost 8 hours of waiting, had finally dropped so they went ahead and broke my water. After that it seemed things went by really fast and got more intense. They checked me at 3:45pm and I was at 9 CM. By then my epidural had worn off and the doctor informed me that it would probably be a while until I was at 10 CM and being a fist time mom, it would take a couple, if not a few hours to push. I did not want to hear that because I seriously felt the worst pain I have ever felt in my life and to describe it - it felt like someone had put a shotgun up my butt. I was in so much pain I asked everyone to leave the room. That included Alex, my mom, my sister Holly and Alex's mother. I wasn't trying to be mean, I think I just did not want them to see me cry and as soon as they all left I did. And I cried hard. At almost 4pm, not even 15 minutes later I was in the worst pain I had ever been in. I begged the doctor to check me so she did and believe it or not I was a 10. She was shocked as was everyone else. She told me I could start pushing but nothing would happen just yet but I did it anyway. I pushed, they counted to ten and I took a deep breath but I still felt like I needed to push. It was almost like being constipated times one hundred and I needed to get it out of me. The doctor gave me an attitude and told me I could keep pushing but I would ultimately tire myself out and have no energy to push later but I proved her wrong. She left the room and I kept pushing and two minutes later she was called back in because I was crowning. I started pushing on my own at 4pm and I begged someone to run down to the waiting room to get Alex but they said there was not enough time. I felt horrible and prayed that by some miracle Alex would just walk back up but he didn't. Holly did though and by the time she got there Aubrey was already here. I felt horrible. Alex had missed the birth of his first child. His first baby girl and he did not get to cut the cord like he wanted. I felt like I had taken that away from him all because I was in pain and didn't want anyone to see my cry.
Aubrey arrived at 4:04pm, 4 minutes exactly after I started pushing and weighed 8 pounds, 5 ounces and was 20 ¾ inches long.
After Aubrey came, I found out that one of the reasons I was in so much pain was not because I had just delivered an 8 pound baby in four minutes but because that 8 pound baby had torn me and torn me kind of bad. I had to deliver the placenta before they could stitch me up and all I have to say is that delivering a placenta is one of the nastiest feelings ever. Alex was there for that and I think he wished he wasn't. It took almost 45 minutes to stitch me up and because my epidural was gone, I felt everything but it was worth it because she is. After everything was over I finally got to see her before they took her away to the nursery and seeing her is a feeling that I cannot describe and no one would ever understand that feeling unless they have had a child. It took seventeen hours of labor and a ton of pain but I would do it again and a hundred times more just for her.
And I'm a Mommy! <3
http://community.babycenter.com/post/a31853137/aubrey_harper
My Birth Story:
I was due February 14 and thought that was seriously one of the best due dates to be given. Well, that and Halloween but I was ecstatic that I was due on Valentine's Day and that I was having a girl! I kept thinking my whole pregnancy how great it would be to give birth on Valentine's Day and that's what I wanted... until the end of January that is. I then told myself that I did not care about having a Valentine's baby as long as she was healthy. I still wanted her to come in February because that is after all one of my favorite months and also I wasn't technically considered full term until then. I also started to get a bit jealous towards the end of my pregnancy of all of the other women I knew that had had their babies when I was still pregnant, and it felt like an eternity until Aubrey made her debut. I kept thinking to myself, "this baby is never going to come out and I will be pregnant forever."
My doctor decided to send me for one more ultrasound to check the size of the baby because my blood pressure had been so up and down my whole pregnancy. My blood pressure obviously did not have any effect on the baby because when I had my last growth scan at 38 weeks, 4 days she was estimated to be 8 pounds, 1 ounce. After my ultrasound I saw my doctor who decided that she would not let me go past 40 weeks and that if I had not gone in to labor by my next appointment at 39 weeks, 4 days I would pick a day to be induced. I figured I would shoot for Valentine's Day because it was only a few days away from then and I had already come this far.
That night I joked with Alex that I was going to eat a ton of tacos and hope that brought on labor. Of course I was joking about having tacos because who at 38 weeks pregnant wants to eat tacos, right? I mean HEARTBURN CITY! But Alex who loves tacos and did not get to eat many my whole pregnancy because I would always shoot down his taco dinner ideas, got his tacos that night. He was happy but I, as predicted, got heartburn. However, I did wake up the next morning with some, "today could be the day" pregnancy symptoms. Maybe it was a coincidence but I decided to take some tums, suck it up and give the leftover tacos another go and had them for lunch. After I ate that hell on a taco shell I took a nap and woke up 3 hours later with cramps that were not very painful but more of that annoying cramping you get when it's that oh so joyous time of the month. I took a shower and waited to see what happened. I did not have to wait long because thirty minutes later my cramping was INTENSE! I told my mom and she started timing my contractions. They were about three to four minutes apart so I decided to go to the hospital. Of course this was the one day that Alex was about an hour and a half away doing an orientation for a new job that he had started. We even joked about me going in to labor the day he had this orientation and sure enough I did. My mom called him to let him know we were on the way and then she drove me to the hospital. The whole way there I did not feel too bad, just very crampy and we called a few family members to tell them that tonight might have been the night.
I arrived at the hospital at 6 o'clock pm and went directly to Labor & Delivery where it took them forever to come in and hook me up to the monitor. Finally a nurse came in and hooked me up for the baby's heart rate and my contractions. Her heart rate was strong and my contractions looked like little hills, one after the other. Alex finally got to the hospital about an hour later and by then I had been checked and was 3 CM dilated and 75% effaced. My mom decided to leave and I was told to go walk for two hours and then come back. I walked around the hospital for exactly two hours and the pain intensity picked up every fifteen minutes it seemed. I went back up to L&D at 10pm where I was checked and incredibly bummed to learn that I was only at 3 ½ CM. Alex then told me that his parents and brother were there and that my mom was on her way back with my sister Holly who wanted to be there for the delivery. I was a little worried when Alex told me we had family there because I thought for sure they would say this was another false alarm and send me home but no, they told me to walk for two more hours and come back.
I started walking at 10pm with Alex and my mother-in-law. I walked up flights of stairs and around the parking garage where Alex's mom had parked because she had a box of diapers and some things she had made for the baby to give us. We walked back to the hospital and that's when the pain really got bad. I had to take breaks almost every three minutes and finally I could not take it. I went back to L&D with tears in my eyes at 11pm and told them I could not walk anymore and begged them to not send me home and to give me something for the pain. They checked me ten minutes later and I was surprised and relieved to learn that I was 6 CM. I even said some inappropriate words to describe how happy I was. I was admitted at 11:30 and received a dose of pain medicine through an IV. It made me sick at first and caused me to vomit a couple of times but then it started to help a little. It did not kill the pain completely but it made it a little bit better and also made me feel like I was on drugs. Alex sort of stared at me because I was a little loopy. Forty-five minutes later the anesthesiologist came to give me my epidural and let me just say that whoever invented an epidural was a freaking genius! Almost instantly my pain was gone. I kept looking at the monitor and seeing huge hills from contractions so close together and not feeling any of them. I was checked throughout the night and by the morning, I was at 8 CM. I thought for sure that my baby girl would be here soon. How wrong I was. I stayed at an 8 for what seemed like forever and finally I was given Pitocin at noon to speed things up. After the Pitocin things started to get very aggravating. I had a nurse who looked like she was straight out of high school and did not seem to know what she was doing. I'd ask her questions and she'd always give me a response of something like, "I'm not sure" or "Let me find out" just what I needed. I also had a doctor who was so rude and acted like she did not want to be there.
At about 1pm they noticed that my bag had ruptured from the top and Aubrey, after almost 8 hours of waiting, had finally dropped so they went ahead and broke my water. After that it seemed things went by really fast and got more intense. They checked me at 3:45pm and I was at 9 CM. By then my epidural had worn off and the doctor informed me that it would probably be a while until I was at 10 CM and being a fist time mom, it would take a couple, if not a few hours to push. I did not want to hear that because I seriously felt the worst pain I have ever felt in my life and to describe it - it felt like someone had put a shotgun up my butt. I was in so much pain I asked everyone to leave the room. That included Alex, my mom, my sister Holly and Alex's mother. I wasn't trying to be mean, I think I just did not want them to see me cry and as soon as they all left I did. And I cried hard. At almost 4pm, not even 15 minutes later I was in the worst pain I had ever been in. I begged the doctor to check me so she did and believe it or not I was a 10. She was shocked as was everyone else. She told me I could start pushing but nothing would happen just yet but I did it anyway. I pushed, they counted to ten and I took a deep breath but I still felt like I needed to push. It was almost like being constipated times one hundred and I needed to get it out of me. The doctor gave me an attitude and told me I could keep pushing but I would ultimately tire myself out and have no energy to push later but I proved her wrong. She left the room and I kept pushing and two minutes later she was called back in because I was crowning. I started pushing on my own at 4pm and I begged someone to run down to the waiting room to get Alex but they said there was not enough time. I felt horrible and prayed that by some miracle Alex would just walk back up but he didn't. Holly did though and by the time she got there Aubrey was already here. I felt horrible. Alex had missed the birth of his first child. His first baby girl and he did not get to cut the cord like he wanted. I felt like I had taken that away from him all because I was in pain and didn't want anyone to see my cry.
Aubrey arrived at 4:04pm, 4 minutes exactly after I started pushing and weighed 8 pounds, 5 ounces and was 20 ¾ inches long.
After Aubrey came, I found out that one of the reasons I was in so much pain was not because I had just delivered an 8 pound baby in four minutes but because that 8 pound baby had torn me and torn me kind of bad. I had to deliver the placenta before they could stitch me up and all I have to say is that delivering a placenta is one of the nastiest feelings ever. Alex was there for that and I think he wished he wasn't. It took almost 45 minutes to stitch me up and because my epidural was gone, I felt everything but it was worth it because she is. After everything was over I finally got to see her before they took her away to the nursery and seeing her is a feeling that I cannot describe and no one would ever understand that feeling unless they have had a child. It took seventeen hours of labor and a ton of pain but I would do it again and a hundred times more just for her.
And I'm a Mommy! <3
http://community.babycenter.com/post/a31853137/aubrey_harper
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Happy Groundhog Day! Aubrey, you can come out now.
Happy Groundhog Day!
OK, I was kind of hoping the she would come out today and I would have a little Groundhog Day baby but she didn't.
Instead I went to my appointment where I was told that if she had not decided to come out and join the world by my next appointment, I would be induced due to my blood pressure. I think I'll have some spicy tacos tomorrow night and maybe have some sexy time. Aubrey, it's time to come out!
I did manage to snap another belly picture today. [:
There's only one in there, right?
OK, I was kind of hoping the she would come out today and I would have a little Groundhog Day baby but she didn't.
Instead I went to my appointment where I was told that if she had not decided to come out and join the world by my next appointment, I would be induced due to my blood pressure. I think I'll have some spicy tacos tomorrow night and maybe have some sexy time. Aubrey, it's time to come out!
I did manage to snap another belly picture today. [:
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