We all continue to do well. I'd say that I was completely recovered within a week of Nolan being born. We've been on good walks and I've been able to be active around the house. Some nights Nolan gets up 3 times, other nights, only 1 time. So I'm more tired some days than others.
During the day, Nolan just hangs out in the swing or on the boppy pillow. And allows me to do what I want. I'm pretty sure he has a little cold (probably from his sister coughing in his face) so he's been a little more fussy today.
Kyla has had a pretty good week. Last week she was absolutely rotten- probably typical two-year-old stuff. She throws some fits at random and once in a while she'll say "I'm NOT a big girl- I'm a baby." Life must be rough as a two year old big sister. She is doing really well with potty training though and even has been pooping in the potty every day.
Greg started his orientation for his new job at Sanford this week. It's just been education classes, so not too exciting yet.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Birth Story
I want to journal this so I remember it all, and I know some of you are curious...
We checked into Sanford hospital at 6:45 Friday morning for our scheduled induction. Dr. Rector broke my water at 7:45. I was 2.5cm dilated and 30% effaced. Greg and I walked the halls, I bounced on the birth ball for awhile, tried to speed things up.
At 11:15, the nurse called for orders to start Pitocin because I was hardly having contractions.
By mid afternoon, good contractions had started, but I was only dilated to 3cm and 60% effaced. We continued to do a lot of walking and I took a bath.
Around 5:30, contractions started getting painful and my Pitocin was up to 16 (max is 20). The nurse inserted an internal contraction measurement device to make sure my contractions were strong enough to be productive (which they were). The nurse told me I was hiding the pain well.
At 6:40pm, I was dilated to 4cm, and I got my first dose of IV pain medicine- Fentanyl. It made me feel loopy and happy and took the edge off for a little while. The doctor came to check on me and I brought up the epidural option. I've always been afraid of an epidural! We discussed the risks and benefits.
At 7:40, I was still only dilated to 5cm, and contractions were hurting bad! I was also getting stressed and anxious about the pain that was yet to come. So, I requested another dose of Fentanyl and a call to anesthesia for an epidural. After the dose of Fentanyl, I went to the bathroom while the nurses set up the epidural supplies.
When I got back from the bathroom, I knew I had progressed and even felt a little "pushy". I got ready for the epidural anyway, because I remember how bad it all hurt at the end and felt I couldn't do that again.
So, the epidural went in at about 8:30, in between painful contractions. As soon as it was taped in place, I admitted the nurse I had to push. She checked me, I was complete, and she called the doctor and nurses for delivery.
I had to wait about 15 minutes for the doctor to get there. Thankfully the epidural was working and I could control the pain and urge.
I pushed for only 2 contractions and the baby came out easy. But, he had a double nuchal cord (the cord was wrapped twice around his neck). So the doctor had to quickly cut the cord and unwrap it before the baby's body came out at 8:59pm.
Our little baby boy was not crying. They took him to the warmer, patting him and suctioning him. He still wasn't crying. His heart rate was in the 60s (not good). My nurse call the NICU team "STAT". I started shaking and crying. All Greg and I could see was a still, blue little body. There were probably 10 people in scrubs. A nurse got an oxygen mask put on the baby, I thought they were going to start CPR, I had all these visions of him in the NICU with tubes and wires, and then, he all the sudden cried some little whimpers. I could see the monitor- 100% oxygen sat and heart rate of 146. And baby was pink. Praise God!
I learned shortly thereafter that his apgar scores were 1 and 8. (1 is really bad, 8 is excellent) He didn't breath for about 3 minutes (it seemed like a LOT longer when you're just laying limp in a bed next to him!)
Greg was able to go over and touch him, most of the nurses left the room, and it was almost like nothing happened. I announced his name- Nolan Delos! He weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces. He was 20.5 inches long. I got to hold him at about 9:30.
Except for those first 3 minutes, Nolan has acted perfectly normal. He eats well, moves around, and looks perfect! We might always have some concern for that lack of oxygen at first, but the doctors and nurses don't foresee any problems. And we don't know exactly why he was in distress. Maybe the last dose of Fentanyl, maybe the cord, but nobody knows. At least he's in good health now!
I feel great! I liked the epidural. I don't have any tears on my bottom and my belly feels OK too!
Kyla is a proud big sister and is acting appropriately (hopefully that keeps up when we get home!)
Greg is the best husband and daddy in the world! I'm so glad I have him. I just know that he is the best man to have in so many situations. He has taken excellent care of me and I couldn't be more thankful!
And so, we begin life as a family of four... :):)
We checked into Sanford hospital at 6:45 Friday morning for our scheduled induction. Dr. Rector broke my water at 7:45. I was 2.5cm dilated and 30% effaced. Greg and I walked the halls, I bounced on the birth ball for awhile, tried to speed things up.
At 11:15, the nurse called for orders to start Pitocin because I was hardly having contractions.
By mid afternoon, good contractions had started, but I was only dilated to 3cm and 60% effaced. We continued to do a lot of walking and I took a bath.
Around 5:30, contractions started getting painful and my Pitocin was up to 16 (max is 20). The nurse inserted an internal contraction measurement device to make sure my contractions were strong enough to be productive (which they were). The nurse told me I was hiding the pain well.
At 6:40pm, I was dilated to 4cm, and I got my first dose of IV pain medicine- Fentanyl. It made me feel loopy and happy and took the edge off for a little while. The doctor came to check on me and I brought up the epidural option. I've always been afraid of an epidural! We discussed the risks and benefits.
At 7:40, I was still only dilated to 5cm, and contractions were hurting bad! I was also getting stressed and anxious about the pain that was yet to come. So, I requested another dose of Fentanyl and a call to anesthesia for an epidural. After the dose of Fentanyl, I went to the bathroom while the nurses set up the epidural supplies.
When I got back from the bathroom, I knew I had progressed and even felt a little "pushy". I got ready for the epidural anyway, because I remember how bad it all hurt at the end and felt I couldn't do that again.
So, the epidural went in at about 8:30, in between painful contractions. As soon as it was taped in place, I admitted the nurse I had to push. She checked me, I was complete, and she called the doctor and nurses for delivery.
I had to wait about 15 minutes for the doctor to get there. Thankfully the epidural was working and I could control the pain and urge.
I pushed for only 2 contractions and the baby came out easy. But, he had a double nuchal cord (the cord was wrapped twice around his neck). So the doctor had to quickly cut the cord and unwrap it before the baby's body came out at 8:59pm.
Our little baby boy was not crying. They took him to the warmer, patting him and suctioning him. He still wasn't crying. His heart rate was in the 60s (not good). My nurse call the NICU team "STAT". I started shaking and crying. All Greg and I could see was a still, blue little body. There were probably 10 people in scrubs. A nurse got an oxygen mask put on the baby, I thought they were going to start CPR, I had all these visions of him in the NICU with tubes and wires, and then, he all the sudden cried some little whimpers. I could see the monitor- 100% oxygen sat and heart rate of 146. And baby was pink. Praise God!
I learned shortly thereafter that his apgar scores were 1 and 8. (1 is really bad, 8 is excellent) He didn't breath for about 3 minutes (it seemed like a LOT longer when you're just laying limp in a bed next to him!)
Greg was able to go over and touch him, most of the nurses left the room, and it was almost like nothing happened. I announced his name- Nolan Delos! He weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces. He was 20.5 inches long. I got to hold him at about 9:30.
Except for those first 3 minutes, Nolan has acted perfectly normal. He eats well, moves around, and looks perfect! We might always have some concern for that lack of oxygen at first, but the doctors and nurses don't foresee any problems. And we don't know exactly why he was in distress. Maybe the last dose of Fentanyl, maybe the cord, but nobody knows. At least he's in good health now!
I feel great! I liked the epidural. I don't have any tears on my bottom and my belly feels OK too!
Kyla is a proud big sister and is acting appropriately (hopefully that keeps up when we get home!)
Greg is the best husband and daddy in the world! I'm so glad I have him. I just know that he is the best man to have in so many situations. He has taken excellent care of me and I couldn't be more thankful!
And so, we begin life as a family of four... :):)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The last pregnancy post
I decided to start my maternity leave today. I was due to have the baby 2 days ago, I worked yeseterday and was tired and worn out. Good news is that now I don't have to go back to work until the Monday after Thanksgiving!
Tuesday (my due day) I had my last doctor visit. I was 2-3cm dilated, which is good. I have a great fear of my baby getting too big though. (Kyla weighed 9#15.3oz! and was only 2 days late.) I only measure 38cm, but the baby feels big and strong!
So... I am scheduled to go into the hospital tomorrow morning and be induced. The plan is to just break my water. I really don't like medication, but I'll probably have Pitocin if needed.
I've tired EVERYTHING to try to get this baby out. I was really nervous to be induced. I feel that there are often better alternatives to induction- like waiting, but at this point I am worn out and not sleeping well and ready to hold a baby!
So say a prayer for us in the morning please!
Tuesday (my due day) I had my last doctor visit. I was 2-3cm dilated, which is good. I have a great fear of my baby getting too big though. (Kyla weighed 9#15.3oz! and was only 2 days late.) I only measure 38cm, but the baby feels big and strong!
So... I am scheduled to go into the hospital tomorrow morning and be induced. The plan is to just break my water. I really don't like medication, but I'll probably have Pitocin if needed.
I've tired EVERYTHING to try to get this baby out. I was really nervous to be induced. I feel that there are often better alternatives to induction- like waiting, but at this point I am worn out and not sleeping well and ready to hold a baby!
So say a prayer for us in the morning please!
Saturday, August 27, 2011
In other news...
We still don't have a baby in our arms, although my due date is only 3 days away! It's hard to believe that this could happen any day now. I'm exicted for all that is to come and anxious too! I'm going to keep on working my job through next week if nothing happens in the meantime... we'll see. I'm really feeling quite well.
The other news is that Greg accepted a new job! He is going to be a flight Paramedic for Sanford hospital (the same hospital that I work in). This has been a dream and life goal of his, so I'm very proud of him. Bonus is that the hours and pay are a bit better too! He'll be workiing three 12-hour shifts per week, which will vary, and probably be a combination of days and nights. He starts on September 12. Hopefully it's a smooth transition since I'll be on maternity leave until then end of November.
I reminded Greg the other night that having a baby and changing jobs are two "big stressors of life". Also- my parents divorce and all the drama that goes with that is still stressful enough!! But... we're doing well and continue to look at the positives of life. Greg is so supportive and just knows what to say. And so we just keep pluggin away. And we wait...
The other news is that Greg accepted a new job! He is going to be a flight Paramedic for Sanford hospital (the same hospital that I work in). This has been a dream and life goal of his, so I'm very proud of him. Bonus is that the hours and pay are a bit better too! He'll be workiing three 12-hour shifts per week, which will vary, and probably be a combination of days and nights. He starts on September 12. Hopefully it's a smooth transition since I'll be on maternity leave until then end of November.
I reminded Greg the other night that having a baby and changing jobs are two "big stressors of life". Also- my parents divorce and all the drama that goes with that is still stressful enough!! But... we're doing well and continue to look at the positives of life. Greg is so supportive and just knows what to say. And so we just keep pluggin away. And we wait...
Saturday, August 6, 2011
23 days...
I still really like being pregnant, but I am starting to countdown the days until this little boy is due to arrive (3weeks + 2days).
I don't sit still well, but I am exhausted. I assume it has a lot to do with the 2 year old that I try to entertain all day long, as well as the 40 hours per week that I work, and the household stuff that has to get done. (Although Greg does ALOT, I still find stuff to occupy my "free time" at home.)
My feet are swollen, my back hurts, there's still laundry in the wash, but it's 10:00 and I'm going to bed.
PS. Life is good and I wouldn't change it for anything :)
PPS. Now the baby has hiccups... awesome... try falling asleep with a baby jolting rhythmicly inside of you...
I don't sit still well, but I am exhausted. I assume it has a lot to do with the 2 year old that I try to entertain all day long, as well as the 40 hours per week that I work, and the household stuff that has to get done. (Although Greg does ALOT, I still find stuff to occupy my "free time" at home.)
My feet are swollen, my back hurts, there's still laundry in the wash, but it's 10:00 and I'm going to bed.
PS. Life is good and I wouldn't change it for anything :)
PPS. Now the baby has hiccups... awesome... try falling asleep with a baby jolting rhythmicly inside of you...
Sunday, July 24, 2011
As you turn 2...
Dear Kyla,
TODAY you are two years old...
People say you are the smartest little toddler they know. You talk extremely well and understand everything that is going on around you.
You are starting to say the most ridiculous things too, in the most cute way.
Your not quite a big sister yet, but you definately have a motherly instinct. You care for everyone and are polite and kind to other kids (and adults).
You can definately be naughty and whiney... but I guess that comes with the age. You are very stubborn and sometimes difficult for your poor parents. ;)
You are strong-willed, out-going, and already quite confident. I think your going to be a "leader" in life. You are perfect just the way you are.
Some "milestones" worth mentioning:
You can sing the ABCs, Jesus Loves me, and Twinkle, Twinkle (only missing a word or two).
You can count to 15 (except for the number 12 is mistaken for 2).
You love babies and seem excited about your soon-to-be "baby brudder"!
You attempt to dress yourself, but often get things backwards or crooked.
Your best friend is "Phia" (Sophia from daycare)
Your boyfriend is Jack :)
You are spoiled, but grateful.
You need to "love" and kiss Mason every night before bed (as well as mommy and daddy)
You talk way too much and ask lots of questions!
You know some colors.
You love play dough and puzzles and drawing.
Your favorite foods are fruit snacks, noodles, and pickles.
You love to swim, and even go under the water.
You sleep in a "big girl bed" and don't even sneak out!
You love to watch Barney and "kids singing."
You are loved very much- Happy Birthday to our "Big Girl"!!
TODAY you are two years old...
People say you are the smartest little toddler they know. You talk extremely well and understand everything that is going on around you.
You are starting to say the most ridiculous things too, in the most cute way.
Your not quite a big sister yet, but you definately have a motherly instinct. You care for everyone and are polite and kind to other kids (and adults).
You can definately be naughty and whiney... but I guess that comes with the age. You are very stubborn and sometimes difficult for your poor parents. ;)
You are strong-willed, out-going, and already quite confident. I think your going to be a "leader" in life. You are perfect just the way you are.
Some "milestones" worth mentioning:
You can sing the ABCs, Jesus Loves me, and Twinkle, Twinkle (only missing a word or two).
You can count to 15 (except for the number 12 is mistaken for 2).
You love babies and seem excited about your soon-to-be "baby brudder"!
You attempt to dress yourself, but often get things backwards or crooked.
Your best friend is "Phia" (Sophia from daycare)
Your boyfriend is Jack :)
You are spoiled, but grateful.
You need to "love" and kiss Mason every night before bed (as well as mommy and daddy)
You talk way too much and ask lots of questions!
You know some colors.
You love play dough and puzzles and drawing.
Your favorite foods are fruit snacks, noodles, and pickles.
You love to swim, and even go under the water.
You sleep in a "big girl bed" and don't even sneak out!
You love to watch Barney and "kids singing."
You are loved very much- Happy Birthday to our "Big Girl"!!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Omaha Zoo- June 30, 2011
Greg and Kyla- Kyla loves giraffes!
A family picture in the rain forest.
Kyla with her cousins.
Kyla was quite amazed at all of the animals... she loved the entire day!
A family picture in the rain forest.
Kyla with her cousins.
Kyla was quite amazed at all of the animals... she loved the entire day!
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