Monday, April 16, 2012
Posted by megan... at 4:14 PM
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
so when i went to the doctor tuesday morning, 11 days before my due date, i was surprised to have her tell me she didn't expect me to last the week- I was at a 3, 75% effaced and had a bulging water sack- hey if you don't want to know- don't keep reading! but i didn't really believe her much- i know babies come when they want to, and that is the only thing that matters. she stripped my membranes at this appointment too, because research has shown done at 38 weeks it can reduce the need to be induced later on. but even with that happening, i still didn't anticipate that labor would begin anytime soon.
the contractions started almost immediately. a little mild, but fairly regularly. but who has time for braxton hicks or false labor contractions when they are hosting book club at their house that evening? so i puttered around getting the house cleaned and getting food ready mixed with chasing and entertaining a toddler, and occasionally pausing to let a contraction pass.
come 7pm, ding dong, the book club members start arriving, and i am still having contractions pretty regularly. i'm pretty sure i was still in denial at this point.
that night sleeping didn't really happen, and the next morning the contractions were every 6 minutes. i was starting to believe that this might actually be happening. i was just waiting for them to get closer together. then they were 10 minutes apart, then 12, and basically all afternoon, they were all over the place, averaging contraction about every 10 minutes, and i was pretty sure that i was going crazy.
so much so that i asked bobby on a regular basis, am i going crazy? this can't be labor right? they have to be closer together right?
come 10pm wednesday night i was completely in tears, sleep deprived, breathing through contractions every 7- 10 minutes, am i crazy? i called the doctor on call, even though i thought i knew exactly what she would tell me. she said to go to the hospital when the contractions are between 3-4 minutes apart. what?? at this rate, a day and a half of contractions at 10 minutes apart- how long was it going to take for them to get to 3-4 minutes apart?? and how crazy was i going to feel by that time??
sleep didn't happen again that night. i decided that apparently this wasn't going to be real labor for me, and i had to just ignore it and try to live my normal life- so i went to work for my last day that morning. that part makes me think i really was crazy. i was breathing through contractions during my morning meetings and went to a goodbye lunch with friends from work- chatting it up and pausing occasionally trying to pretend that contractions didn't hurt pretty bad.
when i went home for the afternoon, i tried to take a nap or at least lay down and relax during evan's nap. but there was no relaxing. every 6-12 minutes the contractions were rocking my world. i was timing them, but they were not consistent. we were going on more than 48 hours of irregular contractions.
i called bobby at work around 3 bawling.. i don't care if i'm crazy, i'm going to the hospital. i know they are going to tell me that they can't admit me until they are regular and i'm in labor, but i can't take this without sleep anymore.
i was so irrational, that when i talked to my sister kristin about coming to get evan, i told her that i was going to take him with me to hospital, because if they didn't admit me, i didn't want her to drive down from salt lake, and if they did admit me, i wanted him there to be able to say goodbye to him. we can just say that i was having a hard time letting go of it just being him and me as little buddies, and inviting another little buddy into our lives. good thing she was a little more sane than i was, and said that she was just going to start driving down and would meet meet me at the hospital.
bobby came home from work and off to the hospital we went, with our little buddy! at the desk in the labor and delivery wing, the waterworks began again. i know i'm not supposed to be here, i explained through the embarrassing hyperventilating type of tears, my contractions are still too far apart, but they hurt and it has been two days. the poor nurse was so nice. she said "well, tears are a good start!"
they put us in a room and a nurse checked my progress. 6 cm and ready to go she said. you are staying and having this baby.
i am not crazy! i think i said that to bobby about 100 times, and to the nurses too. i really had felt like i had been going crazy
they brought in a brigade of nurses to get everything ready worried that it could be just 1 contraction that would take me from 6 to 10 cm.
willis michael porter was born at 10:01pm - february 9, 2012 at 8lb 1oz- 20 inches long
Posted by megan... at 8:54 PM
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
though evan was sleepy face and walking around with his blanket smothering his face, he apparently wasn't ready for his nap yet.
20 minutes in the crib brought about a lot of chitter-chatter and a throwing of everything in sight, out of the crib. when he was no longer appeased in the crib, and i went to get him, he just started giggling.
i decided that this was the perfect time to run my errands. about 20 minutes into it, it was apparent we were revisiting the need for nap time.
this is where the mama desperation set in. you see, falling asleep in the car would result in not transferring to the crib, and a very tired, somewhat miserable afternoon -for both of us-
and this is why any good mama needs to have emergency snacks in her purse- but i didn't.
so then i looked around for what would keep him awake for the 10 minute drive home.
krispy kreme. the drive through was right there...
done. i went through the drive through and bought a dough--nut. for the boy who i hardly ever feed junk to.
i then proceed to toss bits of doughnuts into the backseat at the bebe boy hoping to keep him awake.
a few minutes later i look in the rear view mirror and see a boy, with his eyes closed, still doing the hand-to-mouth motion. poor tired thing. then the motion slows and he is drooping, eyes closed and wad of doughnut in the fist.
i tried to sing every song i know and make it the last 3 minutes home.
when we pull into the driveway, and i go to retrieve the bebe boy, i find a glaze and crumb covered sleeping boy.
wish i had a picture of that.
that was a proud moment as a mama. the insanity i attempted resulted in a 20 minute nap. better than nothing.
***warning: a summer's worth of procrastination has been looming over my head. i finally gave in uploaded an entire summers worth of photos, apologies for the bazillion posts that follow.***
Posted by megan... at 8:24 PM
Monday, September 26, 2011
couldn't be more happy to say that the little munchin fluttering inside me is a bebe brother!
full disclosure: the husband and i were watching the munchin on the monitor at the doctor's office, hoping to hear that everything looked healthy and find out what awaited our family next. we saw immediately that we were going to have a bebe brother. (he wasn't shy). we grabbed hands excitedly. there is nothing that makes me more excited about this that imagining my bebe playing with his bebe brother!
Posted by megan... at 11:12 AM