Amber and Aaron

Amber and Aaron

The Fun We've Already Had...

  • Graham Tomas born July 31 at 5:04 P.M. weighing 8 lbs, 12 oz.
  • December 2, 2011: PREGNANT!!!
  • Paisley Kate arrived August 21 at 5:38 P.M. weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz
  • DUE DATE: August 25, 2010!!!
  • Dec. 14, 2009- PREGNANT!!!
  • Oct. 07,2009- Had elective D&C.
  • Sept 28, 2009- No embryo on ultrasound. :(
  • Sept 15th, 2009- We found out we're PREGNANT!!!
  • Sept '09- Aaron had varicocele repair.
  • July '09- IUI #1 with HCG shot= No such luck
  • April '09- Ovarian drilling surgery, followed by hospitalization for uterine infection
  • Jan-Mar '09- metformin + 3 rounds of clomid= no ovulation
  • Dec. 11, 2008- Hysterosalpingogram (Fancy word for shooting dye through the ovaries. OUCH)
  • Nov '08- Sent to RE. Tried metformin alone for two months (No ovulation)
  • Oct '08- Diagnosed with PCOS based on amenorrhea and crazy hormone levels.
  • June '08- Aaron convinced me to start trying.
  • June '04- Got Hitched!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Booby Milk

Everyone and their dog has an opinion about breast feeding and who should do it and for how long and where and how. We've all gotten our fair share of advice and unsolicited thoughts on the matter.

For me, breast feeding has been the only thing I've excelled at when it comes to child bearing/raising. I failed miserably at getting pregnant and only carried 66.6% of my pregnancies to term. Labor and delivery gurus would probably give me a failing grade since I almost died waiting for my first epidural and then had a c-section on
the 2nd.

But the babies have been well fed. And I'm thankful for the money saved and the ease of the nursing. However, I know how freakin tough this is for many women and lactation consultants just don't seem to get that.

When Graham was in the hospital for meningitis, I got a well-meaning phone call from the lactation nazi on staff. She was asking how nursing was going and reiterating how important it was that I continued. I hadn't considered quitting so that wasn't needed. But then she went on to push how much he needs my antibodies to fight this illness and how crucial it was for his well-being.

At this point, I've spent almost a wek in the hospital and I'm starting to get crazy. (Also the day they had to send in the counselor to encourage me). So now I start to panic. What if my milk runs out? What if he gets to sick to nurse? What if it's all my fault?!?

Point is, babies do great on formula. It's been perfected over the years and honestly babies turn out just as well either way. So back off women!!! We all give ourselves enough pressure and guilt about nursing without help from others!!!

Lastly, when we were at the park last week, I was sitting next to a lady with a newborn who asked me if it would bother me if she nursed her there. I was taken aback that she felt the need to ask me being that I'm a female too and that she had a cover she used.

I nurse Graham wherever and whenever he needs it. I've nursed him walking around the fair, during Gymboree class and in the grocery store. My cover keeps everything private and with a 2 year old to chase, I can't go hide in some closet to feed the poor little guy. But I've also never felt obligated to ask for permission!!!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Vaginal vs Caesarean

I didn't know anyone who had both types of deliveries so no one could tell me what they preferred other than what they'd already had. People with vaginal births think that's the only way while caesarean mamas mostly praise that route of delivery.

Sooo, I went into my surgery considering it almost a type of science experiment. It would be a strange one to enter into a show and I wouldn't recommend pictures to demonstrate...

But, here's my comparison:

1.) C-sections are much quicker. My first labor experience lasted 9 hours which is actually short for a 1st time mom. The second was over in 2 hours from check in to baby in arms. And most of that was sewing me up.

2.) Vaginal deliveries take a LOT more work! The pain, the waiting, the pushing. Even with my amazing epidural, I was tired. Every muscle in my body was pooped out.

3.) I don't have any urinary problems this time. After my vaginal birth, I peed a little every time I sneezed or coughed. And jumping jacks were an absolute no-go! This time, those parts got spared from stretching, tearing and cutting. And my bladder is SO glad.

4.) My incisions are just in different places. After Paisley, I couldn't sit well and my legs couldn't part for fear of destroying my nether regions. With Graham, I had a sore stomach. This made getting up from bed difficult but not really much more than with her.

5.) It was more of a personal event for Aaron and me since no one else could be in the room. With Paisley, it was a 3 ring circus with my hoo-ha in the center ring.

6.) The epidural with her and the spinal with him felt the exact same. Neither was painful and both were very successful. Thank goodness.

7.) Women make it seem like a section birth isn't as magical an event. I disagree entirely. His almost seemed more incredible because I felt fine and then he was just lifted out. Of course it was nice holding her immediately but I wasn't feeling well enough by then to enjoy it fully.

8.) I worried much less about Graham during the process because he wasn't being stressed out with labor. Paisley made labor a bit overwhelming with frequent heart decelerations and a wrapped cord forcing a rapid delivery.

So, I'm glad I had one of each to know what they're both like. And truthfully, both are amazing. But when it comes right down to it, I'm Team Caesarean!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Thankful

Today, I read the blog (snips-snails-puppydogtails.blogspot.com) of a girl I consider a good friend even if we've never met. She has a precious little boy named Grayson who is very close in age to Paisley. Long and heartbreaking story short, they found out yesterday that he has a disease that is terminal. And it breaks my heart to the point that I've actually cried several times today thinking of him.

This is such a wonderful mother who gives her all to taking care of him and making his life as enriching and happy as she can. I can't stand that she has to deal with this now.

All day since reading the bad news on her blog, I've held my kids a little tighter. I've kissed them more and done fewer chores and soaked in each little second with them. And I'm going to remind myself every single morning from here on out to appreciate it all.

Send her some encouragement when you get a chance. I have no words for this situation and I can't even imagine what it must feel like. But I know she can use some love right now.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Graham's Birth Story: the Exciting Conclusion :)

I was shocked and at the same time, prepared, when they sent me to the hospital.  I called Aaron to head that way since he needed our relief vet to cover the last few hours of the work day, I called our friend Todd who was doing my anesthesia.  Much to my relief, he was just finishing an amputation so he was available immediately.  And of course, I called my mom who was watching Paisley.  They had just left her doctor's appointment where they were told she just had a virus.  THE virus that would turn into Graham's viral mengitis.

I drove myself to the hospital and on the way, called one of the girls that works at our clinic so she could come watch Paisley this evening so my mom could come to the hospital.  I texted everyone too so they would know that we were getting a head-start on this baby's arrival. 

Got in to L&D and changed into my flattering hospital gown.  They really need to do something about those because when you're pregnant, it makes you look like a HOUSE.  A new nurse spent about 20 minutes getting my IV going which is a bit ridiculous considering my enormous veins while another asked me a ton of questions. 

By now, my contractions were starting to hurt.  Enough that I was having more trouble talking through them.  And the nurses were surprised at how large they were on the monitor.  So, I guess we made the right decision to go on in.  Looks like I would have ended up there anyways!  Soon, Aaron showed up which was a huge relief.  And then Todd got there to talk about my anesthesia.

In pre-op, preparing for our baby's arrival- look at my sexy "leg squeezers".
Everything was such a blur at this point because it was happening SO fast.  I arrived at the hospital about 3:30 and my surgery was scheduled for 4:30.  And sure enough, 4:30 on the dot I walked back into the surgery suite.

Now this is a weird experience.  Walking into a surgery room feeling pretty good minus some contractions, knowing that you will be cut open soon.  My friend, Todd, did my spinal while my OB and my NP stood in front of me talking.  This was a great distraction, although I would have acted tough regardless since I wouldn't have wanted Todd to think I'm a sissy.  Good news is that the spinal didn't hurt AT ALL.  I didn't think my epidural hurt with Paisley, but I wondered if that was because I was in such terrible pain at that point with her.  But sure enough, I didn't feel a thing.

They laid me down and at this point, I considered asking them to just put me under general anesthesia.  The realization that I would be awake for a major abdominal surgery became terrifying and I just wasn't sure that this was a good idea anymore.  I felt certain that I would feel everything!  Within minutes, I was prepped and ready to go.  Aaron was able to come in the room and instantly I could smell burning flesh which meant they had started!

And I thankfully couldn't feel a thing!  Still amazes me that you can be awake for such a thing.  And after making it through the layers, they lowered the drape so that I could watch our baby being born.  "It's a BOY"!"  The words made my heart so happy even though I'd felt like this was a boy all along.  He immediately screamed which was a relief, even before they'd completely pulled his body out. 

Pulling him out of my uterus- LOVE surgery pics.  Glad my NP was there to get the good shots!
WELCOME TO THE WORLD!!!
The nurse and Aaron went over and tended to him while they continued with my surgery.  I was able to watch them at the bed because it was close to my head while they did his initial injections and checked him out.  I was able to see them weigh him and clean him up.  He was then handed to daddy and brought over to see me.  It was amazing kissing his sweet face for the first time.

Our first family picture
The moment was just as amazing as being able to hold Paisley immediately.  In fact, it built up a little more eagerness on my part having to wait a minute.  Luckily, our doctor let Aaron and Graham stay in the OR with me until I was completely done.  And as soon as they moved me to my regular bed to wheel me out of the OR, Graham was laid on my chest and I got to actually hold him for the first time. 

The 1st time I got to hold my little man- it isn't a great picture, but it was an incredible moment!
It was breathtaking when they put him on me because I hadn't expected it yet!  It's a moment I can't even explain.  And we were taken to my post-op room to recover for a couple of hours.  I was able to nurse him within an hour of his birth and get good skin-to-skin time before we let the family come in. 

Next post:  why I felt that a c-section was WAY better than a vaginal delivery...  :)