Monday, October 27, 2008
Impromtu Photo Shoot
Marshall was kind of being a stinker so we couldn't really get him to cooperate. He wouldn't sit up and hold Coen so we had to lay him on Marshall's tummy.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Marshall's Spooky Pumpkin
Not to over shadow my precious new baby, but I wouldn't want to get too far behind in my blogging! Marshall brought home a pumpkin from a play date the other day. He was so excited to carve a scary, spooky Jack-O-Lantern so he explained to John how he wanted it to look and John drew out the features for him. Tonight they cut it open, removed it's guts, and carved it to Marshall's specifications. He was so excited to light it up to scare the neighbors. If you come by or see Marshall, a comment on how spooky or scary his Jack-O-Lantern is would be appreciated!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Coen's Story
Now I know why so many of you moms blog first thing in the morning! By the end of the day you're just exhausted. Each day I think "okay, today I'll finally blog" and each night I go to bed without having blogged. But tonight I have a smidgen of energy left. So, without further ado, Coen's story:
Friday, October 10th was my last doctor's appointment before my due date, the 12th. I was at a one plus with a soft cervix. This gave me no hope for a weekend delivery. That night I went scrapbooking with 2 friends from my ward. One brought me some black and blue cohosh to try. These tinctures, mixed with juice, gave me some great contractions! The next day I used them again and again on Sunday. All weekend I was having contractions anywhere from 2 to 6 minutes apart, but they never stayed regular or get closer together. On Saturday night I started to lose mt\y mucous plug but new it could still be days until I was actually in labor. I went for walks, took hot baths, the contractions stayed and gradually got more painful. By Sunday night I was definitely feeling them more. I went to bed that night and woke up at about 4 with some serious cramping and very painful contractions.
John went to work Monday morning at 8 and I stayed in bed with a heating pad hoping this was it! Around 10 I called John and told him they weren't going away and to come home so we could go to the hospital and see if I was dilated any further. He got home and we did some last minute cleaning, I showered and got ready, we packed our hospital bags, had lunch, and John gave mea blessing. I went for a walk while Marshall and John played on the playground at the Stake Park. I was in way too much pain to keep going, a good sign, so we headed to the hospital to check in. My mom met us there (she works right upstairs from L&D) and took Marshall back to her office with her. I still wasn't quite sure we'd be admitted so I didn't get as emotional as I thought I would saying goodbye to Marshall.
John and I headed down the hall to check in wondering how much this would cost us if I wasn't far enough dilated. I was praying I wasn't in this much pain with each contraction and still only a one or two in which case they would send me home until I was further progressed. Or, I thought, they would monitor me, see that my contractions weren't staying consistent, tell me they were just Braxton-Hicks, and send me home. Anyway, we registered and signed some paperwork then they showed us to our room. This was around 2:00 Monday afternoon. They hooked me to the monitors to track my contractions and Coen's heart rate. Right away they could see his heart rate dropping a little with each contraction so they put me on oxygen and kept changing my position to help it stay up. At 2:45 they did my first cervical check and I was a 5! A 5!!! I was so proud of myself and glad that I was really, truly, finally in labor mostly all on my own!!! And, the fact that I had made it to a 5 laboring at home.
My doctor came in after his office closed a little after 5:00. He talked to me for a bit, checked me again, still at a 5, and decided to break my water to help speed things up around 5:30. He had been on call all weekend with little sleep so he was handing me over to his partner for the night. I felt comfortable with this and new it was probably wise not to have a sleep-deprived doctor making decisions and delivering my baby. Plus I had heard great things about this doctor as well. He came in and introduced himself and I liked him and felt comfortable.
Around 7:00 they checked me again and I was about a 6 1/2. Coen still wasn't doing well and they guessed that the cord was wrapped around him somewhere so with each contraction it was squeezing the cord and cutting off his oxygen supply. They decided to put a scalp monitor on his head to get a more accurate reading of his heart rate and at the same time insert a tube (someone help me with the name...) that would replace the amniotic fluid lost from breaking my water thus reducing the impact of each contraction on the cord. They had a hard time placing the screw on Coen's head because he was still really high (-3 for those of you who know about stations) and because his head was turned side ways. It was SOOOO painful!!! They had to have two people try placing it and after they finally got it up there it fell out! When they told me they would have to do it again I told them to get the epidural in me first!
The anesthesiologist was super nice and explained everything first. I was so relieved because with Marshall this was the part that I freaked out and got scared because the lady was so rude. This guy told me what to expect and to let him know if I had to move or if I felt a contraction and he would wait. I felt so much better about it this time around. This was around 8:00. By 8:45 they had the thinger back in Coen's head and I didn't feel a thing this time! Still, Coen's heart rate was dropping but my legs were so numb I couldn't change positions so they called the anesthesiologist back in to lower my dose. I went from a 6 1/2 back down to just 6 because the little bugger was annoyed with the nurses for sticking him in the head and so he decided to retreat further up.
At 9:45 they started me on pitocin to help speed things up since my contractions still weren't staying regular. The nurse came in at about 10:00 and said the baby wasn't tolerating the pitocin and the doctor wanted me off it and he was on his way in to monitor the baby. He got to our room about 10:30 and was watching the monitors, not liking what he was seeing. He started talking to us about the possibility of a c-section. Immediateley I started praying that Coen's heart rate would go up and stay up if it was His will. The doctor said he'd watch for an hour and if it didn't stop dropping with each contraction we'd have to do a c-section. The second he was finished saying that Coen's heart rate dropped lower than it had before and I wasn't even contracting. The doctor headed towards the door and said, "I'm going to scrub in." Immediately I started balling asI realized my worst fear was coming true.
John kept saying "It'll be all right" and I wanted to tell him to stop saying that! I kept it to myself though, I know he was only trying to comfort me. Before I even realized John had left my side he had on the surgical clothes, mask, and cap. He said a quick prayer for us as they prepped me for the c-section. They had me sign a consent form or something as they continued to ready me for the operation. They whole time I kept balling. They kept telling me it wasn't an emergency, just urgent that we get the baby out. This too was meant to be comforting, but come on, an emergency is an emergency, let's call it what it is! I knew it was critical to get him out, that wasn't what I was crying about. I was scared! This wasn't what I had planned on at all and I was terrified of a c-section, the recovery, and worried that it would affect being able to nurse.
Anyway, they wheeled me down the hall at 10:44. It was amazing how fast it all happened! They told John to wait outside the doors for a few minutes while they prepped me. This was the worst time for me, not having him there by my side and not knowing what was going on around me in part because I couldn't see past my tears, I was too drowsy from the drugs to keep my eyes open, the curtain they put up prevented me from seeing my lower half, and I was flat on my back and numb from the chest down. It was such a relief to have John back by my side, holding my hand! I found out later that this was the scariest part for him too. Again, the anesthesiologist was reassuring and talked me through the whole thing, telling me what was going to happen and pinching me to make sure I was numb.
It was also scary not being able to see beyond the curtain because I didn't know what was going on down there and if the baby was doing all right. I couldn't tell when they took him out either. Finally I asked about him and they told me he was doing fine. A few moments later the anesthesiologist told me he was out. I panicked and started crying again because I couldn't hear him cry. It seemed like ages but finally he let out some squeals and the first thing I said was, "He sounds like a pig!" John peeked over the curtain and said, "Oh, he's so cute!" They cleaned him up and John went over to hold him. Finally he brought him over and I tried as hard as I could to keep my eyes open to see him. They stitched me up and I listened to them counting the intruments they'd used. Yeah, uh, please don't leave any of those in me, I saw an Oprah on that once and uh, not good!
They wheeled me back to the L&D room and waited for something, maybe the anesthesia to wear off or something? John didn't stop commenting on how cute Coen was the whole time, he was so in love! He laid him next to me and I "held" him for the first time on the bed with me. Then they took us up to the next floor to our recovery room. I had to hold my stomach as they went over bumps.
Coen had a great latch from the beginning and was an eager nurser. We slept well the first night and were so glad to have our baby here safe and healthy.
Friday, October 10th was my last doctor's appointment before my due date, the 12th. I was at a one plus with a soft cervix. This gave me no hope for a weekend delivery. That night I went scrapbooking with 2 friends from my ward. One brought me some black and blue cohosh to try. These tinctures, mixed with juice, gave me some great contractions! The next day I used them again and again on Sunday. All weekend I was having contractions anywhere from 2 to 6 minutes apart, but they never stayed regular or get closer together. On Saturday night I started to lose mt\y mucous plug but new it could still be days until I was actually in labor. I went for walks, took hot baths, the contractions stayed and gradually got more painful. By Sunday night I was definitely feeling them more. I went to bed that night and woke up at about 4 with some serious cramping and very painful contractions.
John went to work Monday morning at 8 and I stayed in bed with a heating pad hoping this was it! Around 10 I called John and told him they weren't going away and to come home so we could go to the hospital and see if I was dilated any further. He got home and we did some last minute cleaning, I showered and got ready, we packed our hospital bags, had lunch, and John gave mea blessing. I went for a walk while Marshall and John played on the playground at the Stake Park. I was in way too much pain to keep going, a good sign, so we headed to the hospital to check in. My mom met us there (she works right upstairs from L&D) and took Marshall back to her office with her. I still wasn't quite sure we'd be admitted so I didn't get as emotional as I thought I would saying goodbye to Marshall.
John and I headed down the hall to check in wondering how much this would cost us if I wasn't far enough dilated. I was praying I wasn't in this much pain with each contraction and still only a one or two in which case they would send me home until I was further progressed. Or, I thought, they would monitor me, see that my contractions weren't staying consistent, tell me they were just Braxton-Hicks, and send me home. Anyway, we registered and signed some paperwork then they showed us to our room. This was around 2:00 Monday afternoon. They hooked me to the monitors to track my contractions and Coen's heart rate. Right away they could see his heart rate dropping a little with each contraction so they put me on oxygen and kept changing my position to help it stay up. At 2:45 they did my first cervical check and I was a 5! A 5!!! I was so proud of myself and glad that I was really, truly, finally in labor mostly all on my own!!! And, the fact that I had made it to a 5 laboring at home.
My doctor came in after his office closed a little after 5:00. He talked to me for a bit, checked me again, still at a 5, and decided to break my water to help speed things up around 5:30. He had been on call all weekend with little sleep so he was handing me over to his partner for the night. I felt comfortable with this and new it was probably wise not to have a sleep-deprived doctor making decisions and delivering my baby. Plus I had heard great things about this doctor as well. He came in and introduced himself and I liked him and felt comfortable.
Around 7:00 they checked me again and I was about a 6 1/2. Coen still wasn't doing well and they guessed that the cord was wrapped around him somewhere so with each contraction it was squeezing the cord and cutting off his oxygen supply. They decided to put a scalp monitor on his head to get a more accurate reading of his heart rate and at the same time insert a tube (someone help me with the name...) that would replace the amniotic fluid lost from breaking my water thus reducing the impact of each contraction on the cord. They had a hard time placing the screw on Coen's head because he was still really high (-3 for those of you who know about stations) and because his head was turned side ways. It was SOOOO painful!!! They had to have two people try placing it and after they finally got it up there it fell out! When they told me they would have to do it again I told them to get the epidural in me first!
The anesthesiologist was super nice and explained everything first. I was so relieved because with Marshall this was the part that I freaked out and got scared because the lady was so rude. This guy told me what to expect and to let him know if I had to move or if I felt a contraction and he would wait. I felt so much better about it this time around. This was around 8:00. By 8:45 they had the thinger back in Coen's head and I didn't feel a thing this time! Still, Coen's heart rate was dropping but my legs were so numb I couldn't change positions so they called the anesthesiologist back in to lower my dose. I went from a 6 1/2 back down to just 6 because the little bugger was annoyed with the nurses for sticking him in the head and so he decided to retreat further up.
At 9:45 they started me on pitocin to help speed things up since my contractions still weren't staying regular. The nurse came in at about 10:00 and said the baby wasn't tolerating the pitocin and the doctor wanted me off it and he was on his way in to monitor the baby. He got to our room about 10:30 and was watching the monitors, not liking what he was seeing. He started talking to us about the possibility of a c-section. Immediateley I started praying that Coen's heart rate would go up and stay up if it was His will. The doctor said he'd watch for an hour and if it didn't stop dropping with each contraction we'd have to do a c-section. The second he was finished saying that Coen's heart rate dropped lower than it had before and I wasn't even contracting. The doctor headed towards the door and said, "I'm going to scrub in." Immediately I started balling asI realized my worst fear was coming true.
John kept saying "It'll be all right" and I wanted to tell him to stop saying that! I kept it to myself though, I know he was only trying to comfort me. Before I even realized John had left my side he had on the surgical clothes, mask, and cap. He said a quick prayer for us as they prepped me for the c-section. They had me sign a consent form or something as they continued to ready me for the operation. They whole time I kept balling. They kept telling me it wasn't an emergency, just urgent that we get the baby out. This too was meant to be comforting, but come on, an emergency is an emergency, let's call it what it is! I knew it was critical to get him out, that wasn't what I was crying about. I was scared! This wasn't what I had planned on at all and I was terrified of a c-section, the recovery, and worried that it would affect being able to nurse.
Anyway, they wheeled me down the hall at 10:44. It was amazing how fast it all happened! They told John to wait outside the doors for a few minutes while they prepped me. This was the worst time for me, not having him there by my side and not knowing what was going on around me in part because I couldn't see past my tears, I was too drowsy from the drugs to keep my eyes open, the curtain they put up prevented me from seeing my lower half, and I was flat on my back and numb from the chest down. It was such a relief to have John back by my side, holding my hand! I found out later that this was the scariest part for him too. Again, the anesthesiologist was reassuring and talked me through the whole thing, telling me what was going to happen and pinching me to make sure I was numb.
It was also scary not being able to see beyond the curtain because I didn't know what was going on down there and if the baby was doing all right. I couldn't tell when they took him out either. Finally I asked about him and they told me he was doing fine. A few moments later the anesthesiologist told me he was out. I panicked and started crying again because I couldn't hear him cry. It seemed like ages but finally he let out some squeals and the first thing I said was, "He sounds like a pig!" John peeked over the curtain and said, "Oh, he's so cute!" They cleaned him up and John went over to hold him. Finally he brought him over and I tried as hard as I could to keep my eyes open to see him. They stitched me up and I listened to them counting the intruments they'd used. Yeah, uh, please don't leave any of those in me, I saw an Oprah on that once and uh, not good!
They wheeled me back to the L&D room and waited for something, maybe the anesthesia to wear off or something? John didn't stop commenting on how cute Coen was the whole time, he was so in love! He laid him next to me and I "held" him for the first time on the bed with me. Then they took us up to the next floor to our recovery room. I had to hold my stomach as they went over bumps.
Coen had a great latch from the beginning and was an eager nurser. We slept well the first night and were so glad to have our baby here safe and healthy.
That is the story of how Coen got here.
Nice and healthy, an Apgar score 0f 8/9
Nice and healthy, an Apgar score 0f 8/9
Daddy likes pictures of him crying
He must have been sucking on those in the womb
Daddy falling in love with baby Coen
Meeting our new little boy
Marshall meets his baby brother and holds him for the first time
Our new family of four!Wednesday, October 15, 2008
He made it!
Coen Harris Bradley
Coen was born Monday night at 10:58pm. He weighed 7 pounds 4 ounces and was 20.5 inches long. A perfect size for a vaginal delivery, but I had to have a C-Section. Coen's heart rate was dropping, but I'll tell the whole story later. For now I just wanted to post pictures and let you all know that he is here and we're both doing well. He's a champion nurser and is very healthy! We're really greatful for modern technology that let us know he wasn't tolerating the contractions well and we got him here safely. We've loved having our friends and family come visit. Please feel free to come see us, we should be here until Friday morning. Just call and we'll let you know where we are.
Friday, October 10, 2008
It's Friday!
Which means
A) It's been a week since they tore down our walls and they're STILL NOT FIXED!!!! I know, seriously. But, if all goes as planned they should be worked on next week.
B) I had my doctor's appointment about an hour ago. I'm a one plus, which means I'm dilated to barely over a one, but not yet a two. I told him I'd been avoiding the "I" word - induction. He said he doesn't want me to go over more than a week since Marshall was so big. The baby is still really high and he'd like to see me dilated to at least a 3 before they start an induction. He said if I had been a 3 at my appointment today he would have me induced this weekend, so maybe it's a good thing I'm not there yet and I still have a chance to go into labor on my own. I'm okay with this, I want my body to do it this time. Plus, he said since the baby is high and I'm still just a one that I'd probably have a really long labor, thus causing more interventions along the way and possibly ending up with a c-section. I really am okay going over my due date, I've prepped myself for it all along and especially in the last week. I'm trying some blue or black cohosh tonight so we'll see if that helps. This week I've tried walks, Wednesday I was having contractions 3 minutes apart from 1 pm to 7 pm. When John got home we went for a walk and when we got home at about 8 they had stopped. We tried the "old-fashioned way" but that didn't do anything, and didn't with Marshall either. I've also done a lot of squatting, especially during contractions and apparently that hasn't helped thus far either. What can I say? I just have stubborn boys (and I know where they get it - ME!). Anyway, my next appointment is on Tuesday, so until then say your prayers for me!
Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me, Joy. John has given me several foot and ankle massages, none of which have done anything but made me feel lucky to have a man that would touch my burrito sized feet. Honey, you're the best!
A) It's been a week since they tore down our walls and they're STILL NOT FIXED!!!! I know, seriously. But, if all goes as planned they should be worked on next week.
B) I had my doctor's appointment about an hour ago. I'm a one plus, which means I'm dilated to barely over a one, but not yet a two. I told him I'd been avoiding the "I" word - induction. He said he doesn't want me to go over more than a week since Marshall was so big. The baby is still really high and he'd like to see me dilated to at least a 3 before they start an induction. He said if I had been a 3 at my appointment today he would have me induced this weekend, so maybe it's a good thing I'm not there yet and I still have a chance to go into labor on my own. I'm okay with this, I want my body to do it this time. Plus, he said since the baby is high and I'm still just a one that I'd probably have a really long labor, thus causing more interventions along the way and possibly ending up with a c-section. I really am okay going over my due date, I've prepped myself for it all along and especially in the last week. I'm trying some blue or black cohosh tonight so we'll see if that helps. This week I've tried walks, Wednesday I was having contractions 3 minutes apart from 1 pm to 7 pm. When John got home we went for a walk and when we got home at about 8 they had stopped. We tried the "old-fashioned way" but that didn't do anything, and didn't with Marshall either. I've also done a lot of squatting, especially during contractions and apparently that hasn't helped thus far either. What can I say? I just have stubborn boys (and I know where they get it - ME!). Anyway, my next appointment is on Tuesday, so until then say your prayers for me!
Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me, Joy. John has given me several foot and ankle massages, none of which have done anything but made me feel lucky to have a man that would touch my burrito sized feet. Honey, you're the best!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Our week in review...
Monday night we took Marshall to a sibling class they offer at the hospital. He was not only the youngest one in the group, but the best behaved. Some of the older kids kept interrupting the teacher, going off on tangents, and one kid kept banging his doll's head on the floor. Not to brag, but in contrast Marshall held the baby still and listened quietly to the teachers the whole time. It makes me glad I have a respectful child.
The kids got to sit on the bed in the "working room" where the mommies work really hard to have the baby.
Marshall did so well holding this doll for a long time while the teacher did a presentation and read a story.
Then he got to draw a picture for the baby...
and they ironed it onto a bib.
His stickers say "I'm a big brother!" and he's beaming with pride.
Tuesday night I ran errands then went to John's reunion planning meeting. Thank goodness I like the girls he was in office with, one of them being my super cool cousin, the president. Afterwards I attended the viewing of my best friend from elementary, Heather Krantz. She was diagnosed with cancer this summer and passed away last weekend. I heard of her passing last Sunday and was very sad and emotional about it. She's the first person I've known that's my age to pass away, or to even have cancer. I'm glad I got to see her family again, it had been quite awhile. I'll always have a special place for her in my heart.
Wednesday I thought I was going to a LeAnn Rimes concert with Robyn (my friend from high school/Maddie's mom) but she surprised me with a baby shower!!! I walked in through her parent's kitchen and my mom was there, I was so confused and then I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! So, thank you Robyn (you're the best) and all my friends and family that came. I was so spoiled and got a lot of really useful stuff.
Me & Robyn, what a good friend!
This was THE yummiest cake ever from Nothing Bundt Cakes.
A diaper cake that Robyn and her sister, Aubrey, made me. Isn't it cute?
Thursday my mom helped me clean my bedroom since that's where Coen will be sleeping. My friend, Katia, brought me some Clary Sage essential oil to try inducing my labor. It gave me some really strong contractions, but no baby yet. John went to watch the U game with his friends Mat & Greg...go Utes!!!
Friday was my doctor appointment, I already told you about that. But, have I told you this?... Our apartment has cracks in the foundation which leads to yucky mildew along the baseboards in our living room! So, we had to clear all the stuff away from the wall in there for some guys to come tear down the lower half of the wall. I went up to my mom's with the kids for the day so we wouldn't be exposed to everything. When we got home they'd done more than just the living room! I walked into our bedroom (yeah, the one I had just cleaned yesterday) and ALL the books from one of our bookshelves had been dumped (not placed, or stacked, or set nicely, but dumped) all over our duvet and bed that I had JUST washed and changed the sheets on the day before! All to cut out 6 INCHES of drywall in our bedroom corner!!! To make matters worse, it was 8:00, I'd been at my mom's all day, and was so exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep. Plus, the wall wasn't being put back up until the next day so it's not like we could just put the bookshelf back and re-shelf our books. So, we had to move all the books off our bed, but my side of the bed was blocked in by where they put the shelf. So, I had to switch John places (thanks honey) since I get up to pee all night long and need easy access to the bathroom (TMI, I know, but I'm 9 months pregnant, I figured you would assume this anyway). Then I went to Katia's house to jump on the tramp which gave me really bad cramps and contractions that were 3 minutes apart for 2 hours. I used a heating pad and that helped but when I woke up in the morning well, no baby.
Saturday we thought someone was coming to fix our walls but no one EVER SHOWED UP!!! Talk about infuriating! Plus, the apartment managers were MIA all day so we couldn't ask them what was up. I thought for sure I'd have our living room, bedroom, and Marshall's room (where all the living room stuff is) back to normal on Saturday and I'd be good to go if I went into labor. But no. I'm livid. This is soooo not cool to do to a pregnant lady who could go into labor any time! For those of you who don't know, pregnant ladies nest, aka: get the house spotless before baby comes home to it. It's a part of our natural instincts. So, on top of my already overwhelming list of things to do, I now have a wall and three rooms torn apart - rooms that have already been "nested." Talk about insane making! Hopefully they show up Monday or someone is going to get an earful from me. Seriously. Ooh, but I did get to go scrapbooking while John was at the priesthood session and that's always a good break. When I got home I looked down at my feet, they're about the size of a Barbacoa burrito. Fun!
Sunday we watched the first session of conference at my mom's, where Marshall also spent the night. And, since Marshall broke our TV and we still haven't gotten it repaired, we took a drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon and listened to the second session on the radio. Marshall fell asleep and napped (holy cow, I know!) until it was time to go to the Bradley's for dinner. Conference is so great. It always inspires me to be a better person and to work harder in areas I'm in need of improving.
The kids got to sit on the bed in the "working room" where the mommies work really hard to have the baby.
Marshall did so well holding this doll for a long time while the teacher did a presentation and read a story.
Then he got to draw a picture for the baby...
and they ironed it onto a bib.
His stickers say "I'm a big brother!" and he's beaming with pride.Tuesday night I ran errands then went to John's reunion planning meeting. Thank goodness I like the girls he was in office with, one of them being my super cool cousin, the president. Afterwards I attended the viewing of my best friend from elementary, Heather Krantz. She was diagnosed with cancer this summer and passed away last weekend. I heard of her passing last Sunday and was very sad and emotional about it. She's the first person I've known that's my age to pass away, or to even have cancer. I'm glad I got to see her family again, it had been quite awhile. I'll always have a special place for her in my heart.
Wednesday I thought I was going to a LeAnn Rimes concert with Robyn (my friend from high school/Maddie's mom) but she surprised me with a baby shower!!! I walked in through her parent's kitchen and my mom was there, I was so confused and then I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! So, thank you Robyn (you're the best) and all my friends and family that came. I was so spoiled and got a lot of really useful stuff.
Me & Robyn, what a good friend!
This was THE yummiest cake ever from Nothing Bundt Cakes.
A diaper cake that Robyn and her sister, Aubrey, made me. Isn't it cute?Thursday my mom helped me clean my bedroom since that's where Coen will be sleeping. My friend, Katia, brought me some Clary Sage essential oil to try inducing my labor. It gave me some really strong contractions, but no baby yet. John went to watch the U game with his friends Mat & Greg...go Utes!!!
Friday was my doctor appointment, I already told you about that. But, have I told you this?... Our apartment has cracks in the foundation which leads to yucky mildew along the baseboards in our living room! So, we had to clear all the stuff away from the wall in there for some guys to come tear down the lower half of the wall. I went up to my mom's with the kids for the day so we wouldn't be exposed to everything. When we got home they'd done more than just the living room! I walked into our bedroom (yeah, the one I had just cleaned yesterday) and ALL the books from one of our bookshelves had been dumped (not placed, or stacked, or set nicely, but dumped) all over our duvet and bed that I had JUST washed and changed the sheets on the day before! All to cut out 6 INCHES of drywall in our bedroom corner!!! To make matters worse, it was 8:00, I'd been at my mom's all day, and was so exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep. Plus, the wall wasn't being put back up until the next day so it's not like we could just put the bookshelf back and re-shelf our books. So, we had to move all the books off our bed, but my side of the bed was blocked in by where they put the shelf. So, I had to switch John places (thanks honey) since I get up to pee all night long and need easy access to the bathroom (TMI, I know, but I'm 9 months pregnant, I figured you would assume this anyway). Then I went to Katia's house to jump on the tramp which gave me really bad cramps and contractions that were 3 minutes apart for 2 hours. I used a heating pad and that helped but when I woke up in the morning well, no baby.
Saturday we thought someone was coming to fix our walls but no one EVER SHOWED UP!!! Talk about infuriating! Plus, the apartment managers were MIA all day so we couldn't ask them what was up. I thought for sure I'd have our living room, bedroom, and Marshall's room (where all the living room stuff is) back to normal on Saturday and I'd be good to go if I went into labor. But no. I'm livid. This is soooo not cool to do to a pregnant lady who could go into labor any time! For those of you who don't know, pregnant ladies nest, aka: get the house spotless before baby comes home to it. It's a part of our natural instincts. So, on top of my already overwhelming list of things to do, I now have a wall and three rooms torn apart - rooms that have already been "nested." Talk about insane making! Hopefully they show up Monday or someone is going to get an earful from me. Seriously. Ooh, but I did get to go scrapbooking while John was at the priesthood session and that's always a good break. When I got home I looked down at my feet, they're about the size of a Barbacoa burrito. Fun!
Sunday we watched the first session of conference at my mom's, where Marshall also spent the night. And, since Marshall broke our TV and we still haven't gotten it repaired, we took a drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon and listened to the second session on the radio. Marshall fell asleep and napped (holy cow, I know!) until it was time to go to the Bradley's for dinner. Conference is so great. It always inspires me to be a better person and to work harder in areas I'm in need of improving.
Windows* Shopping
For those of you who don't know what I mean by Windows* Shopping, let me inform you. I don't like going to malls, plus they don't have the stores I like here, so I shop on-line. We have a PC, hence the term "Windows" and if I knew how to put up a copy right symbol I would, but I use the asterisk instead. So, there you have it, Windows* Shopping.
Tonight I was reading blogs and saw my cute little nephew, James, wearing the same hat that I ordered for Marshall. His mom, my sister-in-law, Christie, and I shopped together in August for our kids back-to-school clothes. Well, she lives in Virginia so you'd think we wouldn't be able to shop together, but we found a way! We filled our on-line shopping carts, copied and pasted them, and sent them to each other via email!!! We helped each other narrow down our lists and commented on the items. Aren't we fun?! Anyway, now our cute little boys have matching beanies!
Marshall and James, cutest matching cross-country cousins ever!
And I hope it's okay, but I stole that picture from your blog and cropped it to put on here.
Tonight I was reading blogs and saw my cute little nephew, James, wearing the same hat that I ordered for Marshall. His mom, my sister-in-law, Christie, and I shopped together in August for our kids back-to-school clothes. Well, she lives in Virginia so you'd think we wouldn't be able to shop together, but we found a way! We filled our on-line shopping carts, copied and pasted them, and sent them to each other via email!!! We helped each other narrow down our lists and commented on the items. Aren't we fun?! Anyway, now our cute little boys have matching beanies!
Marshall and James, cutest matching cross-country cousins ever!
And I hope it's okay, but I stole that picture from your blog and cropped it to put on here.
Friday, October 3, 2008
An Update...
I'm still at a one =(.... But my cervix is softer. I'm a little bummed to say the least because these contractions aren't getting any easier, funner, or less painful. So tonight I did a little of this...
I'd also like to report that the baby is moving just fine after! I've felt him on and off ever since. I'm not expecting anything to happen right away or at all really. Just trying out some theories. Another theory I get to test this weekend...the weather! The two days of storms may or may not work in my behalf. Also, I've been using some essential oil my visiting teacher brought me, called Clary Sage, that's supposed to help you dilate. You put it in an oil burner or on a warm washcloth on your forehead to inhale the scent. I may get some ingredients to make this Eggplant Parmesan that's reported to make you go into labor. None of it will hurt. Hey! A girl's got a right to try, right? I also asked the doc to strip my membranes but he doesn't do it anymore because of the risk of infection and of course, I'd rather not risk that. I'd really like to have him this weekend, if it's his time. My bro is in town from Colorado and was on his mission when Marshall was born so it would be nice to have him here. Also, my dad has been gone and will be gone on business most of the fall and he'll be here all next week. My aunt from California and her family are also in town this weekend and upcoming week. Not that visitors prompted Marshall's labor, we all know how well that went. But, I can always hope.... (And don't tell me "he'll come when he comes!"...Don't you think I know this already?)
I'd also like to report that the baby is moving just fine after! I've felt him on and off ever since. I'm not expecting anything to happen right away or at all really. Just trying out some theories. Another theory I get to test this weekend...the weather! The two days of storms may or may not work in my behalf. Also, I've been using some essential oil my visiting teacher brought me, called Clary Sage, that's supposed to help you dilate. You put it in an oil burner or on a warm washcloth on your forehead to inhale the scent. I may get some ingredients to make this Eggplant Parmesan that's reported to make you go into labor. None of it will hurt. Hey! A girl's got a right to try, right? I also asked the doc to strip my membranes but he doesn't do it anymore because of the risk of infection and of course, I'd rather not risk that. I'd really like to have him this weekend, if it's his time. My bro is in town from Colorado and was on his mission when Marshall was born so it would be nice to have him here. Also, my dad has been gone and will be gone on business most of the fall and he'll be here all next week. My aunt from California and her family are also in town this weekend and upcoming week. Not that visitors prompted Marshall's labor, we all know how well that went. But, I can always hope.... (And don't tell me "he'll come when he comes!"...Don't you think I know this already?)
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