Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Pumpkin Patch


When Alice was 6 weeks old we took her to a pumpkin patch.

I was really looking forward to going and enjoying the Fall weather, wearing boots, drinking hot cider and all the things we missed out on in Hawaii.

Sadly, it was close to 80 degrees the day we went.

Oh well.





 I kept trying to get a picture of her with these funky looking pumpkins but every time we set her down next to them she would cry.


Then daddy would save her.


She loves her daddy.




On top of a huge pumpkin.



Alice as farmer John.





We had a good time and lots of people commented on how cute and tiny Alice is, though most people were confused about what gender she is but I guess that is what I get for dressing her in gender neutral clothes.

How could I help it, do you see how adorable that outfit is?!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Grandparents


Alice is a very lucky girl.

She has...

2 Nanas

1 Grandma Patti

3 Great Grandmas

1 Boppa

1 Papa

1 Papa Grande

1 Boppa G

and

1 Great Grandpa

which is a grand total of 11 grandparents!

In the weeks after her birth Alice was visited by some of these grandparents.

First came my parents, Boppa and Nana.





Then came Stephen's family, Nana, Papa and Grandma Patti.




She was hugged, kissed, cuddled and held non-stop.

She will definitely be spoiled in the years to come :o)

Friday, October 12, 2012

Alice: 1 Month Old


Ok here it is, the beginning of my monthly series on Alice.

Each month I will have a picture of her with some info below.

Also, I am going to include a picture of her with her stuffed flamingo because it can be hard to tell without a reference how much bigger a baby is getting.




Weight:  8 lbs 10 oz

Height:  20.5 inches

Appearance changes:  Chubbier cheeks, double chin and paler skin

New Skills:  Can hold a steady gaze and makes eye contact

Stephen's Nicknames:  Alice Bo-Balice, Squeaks, Stink Butt

Megan's Nicknames:  Miss Alice, Miss, Little Miss

Likes:  Me, Stephen, cuddling

Dislikes:  Having her clothes changed, the car seat

Entertainment (what she finds entertaining):  "Bouncy house" which is what Stephen calls it when he bounces her up and down.  Also she loves staring at the ceiling fan, even though it's not on.

Quirks:  She grunts a lot and it sounds like an elephant. She gets really sweaty at night and is stinky in the morning.  She gets a purple splotch on her forehead when she is straining.


Here are a couple more pictures from this shoot, just for fun.


This one makes me laugh cause it's like she saying "No, not the flamingo!"



Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Last Belly Picture

Here it is, the last of the belly pictures.


Alice was born when I was 39 weeks and 5 days so I didn't make it to the 40 week belly picture.

You can see all the belly pictures on the tab labeled "The Bump" at the top of the page, just below the picture of Lilo and the boots.

The chalkboard is officially retired.

It was a lot of fun but also pretty time consuming to draw the design each month.

Don't be sad the series is over, now I get to do a monthly series of Alice!


Monday, October 1, 2012

The Birth


I usually don't get very personal in my blog.

I keep my posts pretty light and somewhat superficial.

I am not like other bloggers who pour out their inner most feelings and what not.

Well, on this post I am going to open up.

I want to be very honest in my birth story because I think it is really helpful for women to read about real birth stories and know that things can happen in very different ways for different women.

My experience in particular can hopefully help women know that it's ok if things don't happen like you expect and if you don't feel like you thought you would.

So here it is, the birth of Alice.

Wednesday

10:00pm – Started having slightly painful contractions about 10 minutes apart

The contractions continued all night and I got very little sleep.

Thursday

8:00am – Still having contractions that were 7 minutes apart and slightly more painful than before.

Called the midwives to let them know and they said they would be on stand by and would call and check on me throughout the day.

I should clarify at this point that I had 3 midwives.

Marilyn, who was pretty loud and talkative and has the most experienced (35 years) and is licensed.

Bobbi, who is more soft spoken and also had a lot of experience but had been out of practice for a few years and was working on renewing her license.

Jennifer, who is younger, talkative and the high tech one of the three with a background in nursing and was also working on getting her license.

9:00am – Stephen went to work (he would have stayed home but he had an important meeting and was only 20 minutes away if I needed him)

10:00am – Contractions still 7 minutes apart but suddenly the pain changed to be a radiating pain in my hips.

I was really surprised by this. I had heard of back labor but never hip labor!

At that point with ever contraction I had to stand up and move around and breath through it.

The most helpful thing for me during the contractions was to visualize the pain and tightening sensation to be opening my cervix.

Doing this visualization helped me feel more in control.

Rather than just trying to endure the pain like a helpless victim I was focusing on what that pain was actually accomplishing.

These contraction continued throughout the day.

Stephen came home and we had dinner and watched a movie.

10:00pm – Still having contractions 7 minutes apart and I was starting to get really worn out by them and was afraid they were going to continue though the night without progressing.

I got a call from Marilyn at this point and I told her that my contractions still hadn't progressed but that I was getting tired and that I wouldn't be able to sleep though them at all.

She said that Bobbi and Jennifer would drive up (they live an hour away) and check my progress.

I was nervous about this because I didn't want them to drive all the way to our house and I still not progress for who knows how long.

Through the whole day I was hating the pressure on me to determine if I was really in labor or not.

I had been talking to Bobbi throughout the day and she had suggested that I take a bath to help ease the pain in my hips.

I had ignored her advice because I hate baths. Something about sitting in a tub of warm water kinda grosses me out.

But after I talked to Marilyn on the phone I caved and got in the bath.

Oh. my. gosh!

Instantly felt a ton better.

I was kicking myself for not doing it earlier.

I got out after about 20 minutes and my contractions starting come only 3-4 minutes apart.

I was so happy to finally be progressing.

11:15pm – Bobbi and Jennifer get to our house. They check my cervix and I was 6 centimeters dilated.

I was so glad that 24 hours of contractions had at least been doing something productive.

Friday

1:00am – Bobbi and Jennifer went and laid down in our guest room. Stephen fell asleep on the couch and I went into our bedroom.

The contractions at this point were pretty intense and close together and I was struggling to stay on top of the pain.

2:00am – Stephen woke up and came in our room with me. Marilyn got to our house and checked to see how I was doing and went to lay down on the couch.

I got in the bath tub again and Stephen sat outside the tub rubbing my back telling me I was doing a good job.

The bath helped a little but the contractions were really strong and painful at this point and I was loosing my focus.

After about 20-30 minutes I decided to get out of the bath and when I stood up there was some trickling of liquid other than water and I wondered if my water had broken in the bath.

I went over to the toilet to go to the bathroom and suddenly I felt a super strong urge to push during a contraction.

The pain in that moment completely overwhelmed me and I felt completely out of control and freaked out.

Looking back, that moment really shows how important it was for me to focus and stay on top of the pain, if every contraction had been like that out of control one, I couldn't have done it.

I told Stephen to get the midwife and he came back in the bathroom with Marilyn and she told me to lay on the bed so she could check my cervix.

The mere thought of laying down was awful but somehow I did it and Marilyn said my water had broke and I was completely dilated.

She started setting up pillows and such on the bed and was saying something about me laying down but as soon as she had finished the exam I got out of bed and stood next to it.

Some women may find it comfortable to labor laying down, but you would've had to strap me down to get me to do it, I needed to be standing.

2:45am – The pushing began.

I had read in a lot of birth stories how women really liked the pushing phase because they felt like they were doing something.

I hated it.

It hurt. A lot.

Stephen was standing next to me and Jennifer (designated as the catcher) was sitting on the floor behind me with a hand mirror to see what was going on.

No one talked to me, which was fine because I certainly couldn't have held a conversation but Jennifer and Stephen were talking about my progress as I was pushing.

Stephen asked how long the pushing phase usually lasts and Jennifer said 2 hours.

I thought to myself, “No way I am doing this for 2 hours!”

I was kinda annoyed that they weren't telling me how I was progressing.

I didn't ever know if I was 15 or 2 pushes away from pushing her out.

I heard them talk about seeing her head and say something about how dark her hair was.

All through labor so far I had been quiet and not moaned or screamed at all but when I started pushing I started doing some moaning/screeching. Nothing real loud.

It was funny talking to Stephen afterward because at one point during the pushing I said “Ow, this really hurts” a couples times and Stephen said “yeah, when you said “ow” then I knew you really must be in a lot of pain.”

The breaks between the urges to push were heaven.

God may have cursed women with painful childbirth but He gave us a sweet piece of grace and mercy when He gave those rests between pushes.

(A little dramatic I know, but that is how I felt)

As I felt a new urge to push come on I would for a few seconds think “Nope, I am not going to do it, it hurts too much.” but then I would tell myself that I needed to push Alice out and it would be all over with the faster I did that.

After about 30 minutes of pushing while standing/squatting my legs got tired and I got down on my knees.



Stephen was still standing next to me so I grabbed onto his ankle with my right hand and onto the bed frame with my left and during the pushes I squeezed Stephen's ankle and the bed frame as hard as I could.

He said it didn't hurt.

Then finally I pushed out her head after experiencing the “ring of fire” that women always talk about.

I really wanted to take a break at that point but I heard some confusion/concern in the talk of the midwives behind me and Stephen and Jennifer were urging me on so I gave that final push and out she came.

4:01am – Alice was born.

Jennifer handed Alice to me though my legs and had me sit down on the ground.



This was the moment that I had imagined over and over again and heard people always talk about the feeling you get when you see and hold your baby for the first time.

I was prepared for that magic moment of overwhelming love.

What I got was mostly a feeling of being in shock.

It wasn't that I felt like Alice was some strange baby or anything, she was my baby (even though with a head full of brown hair she looked nothing like I expected) but I didn't really feel anything.

I just kept thinking “I'm so glad it's over”.

Then Stephen cut the umbilical cord and the midwives helped me stand up and get in bed.

They were saying a lot of different things to me but I was completely out of it.

Alice was screaming really loud. Even the midwives commented on her having a very strong set of lungs.

The midwives told me to push and I birthed the placenta which was nothing compared to pushing out Alice.

Then the midwives left Stephen and I alone with Alice.

The second magical moment I had dreamed about and expected was what I had read about that babies when they are not separated from their mom after birth will latch on and nurse instinctively.

This did not happen.

Alice just screamed and screamed and I was still out of it and in shock and there were no warm fuzzies like I expected and I was just trying to keep from bursting into tears.

Then I told Stephen that I felt light headed and he went and told the midwives.

They gave Alice to Stephen and told me I need to get up and go to the bathroom.

I started freaking out that I was bleeding to death.

They helped me into the bathroom and Jennifer pushed on my uterus and pushed out some big clots which freaked me out because I wasn't expecting it.

Then they had me get back in bed and checked me and saw that I had some tearing.

Not to get to graphic, but I wish I had known this was possible before, instead of tearing down like most women do, I tore up.

Bobbi said she could do stitches if I wanted but that it would heal up fine without, so obviously I opted to go without.

By the way, after about a day or two after the birth I felt completely fine except for the tearing.

Tearing is such a pain because it takes quite a while to heal and its awkward to talk about when people ask how you are doing.

Then the midwives did the measurements on Alice and gave her back to me.



She finally started nursing but that wasn't what I expected either.

I had heard and read about how nursing releases oxytocin and makes you feel all happy and in love with your baby.

Didn't get that feeling either.

What I did get was pretty painful contractions.

The midwives cleaned up all their stuff and left.

Stephen and I just sat in bed and held Alice and talked over the whole experience.

As the day went on the shock wore off and the “warm fuzzies” came on gradually.

By the end of the day I was totally in love with our little Alice.

As a whole, the labor/birth experience was less “amazing” “beautiful” “magical” than I expected.

Mostly it was just painful but I was able to manage it.

I am still glad I did it natural and glad that I did a home birth and would do it again.

It was really nice to have the freedom of being in my own home and being able to do what I wanted with no restrictions, distractions or strange hospital staff.

Also I loved that when the birth was over that we were home, in our own bed, just us.

The experience did make me more understanding of women who get an epidural.

For women who are afraid of pain and are not confident in their ability to birth, labor would be very difficult without an epidural.

Ideally though, all women would feel confident in their ability to birth and be less afraid of the pain that goes with it.

Having a good mindset during labor is so vital.

Also, I have to say, lactation consultants are awesome.

If you are having any issues breast feeding, don't put it off, see a lactation consultant right away.

They will save your sanity.

So that's it.

That is how Alice was born.

She was so worth it and God willing, I will do it a couple more times :o)