Here He Comes! Ready or Not! Part II

Here we go...

I had Thane throw everything into the car and we were off...into the foggy ass morning.

Thankfully it was like 36* out, because the roads were just covered in water, and I hear that it got colder for the morning commute...and froze. That would have been a whole new basket of stressful.

We were driving in what seemed like slow motion, even though Thane was going 60...not the speed limit but it was pea soup out there people. I just sat in my seat with tears rolling down my face.

He was coming too early.

I wasn't ready.

He was breech....which means one thing- a c-section. The one thing I didn't want.

Thane and I were both surprisingly REALLY calm though.

I always think of The Father of the Bride 2 when the girls go into false labor and Steve Martin tweaks out. Ya...we were nothing like that. Even through my tears, Thane and I had a conversation..about what? Noo clue. Joked around a bit....talked about the Mayhem commercial where he is giving birth. That commercial cracks me up.

I suddenly realize that I could be leaking pregnancy goo all over my new car..so I pulled off my coat to sit on it. That would be so hard and gross to get out of the seats...and then no one would ever want to sit shot gun again. Eww.

I was also more worried about work, than what was about to happen to me. I called Grace to tell her that she needed to go into work at 7am. I didn't want them to be short handed in the morning and she had to do art class on her own that day. I hate calling into work, which I have blogged about before, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't screwing other people over. And this darn peacock project HAD to get done! Thane told me to wait til 5am, but considering it was 4:56..I decided she didn't need that extra 4 minutes of sleep.

The conversation when like this..after almost all the rings- G-"Ugg......heello?" Me:"Grace, you need to go to work at 7 today." G-"Ok." Me: "No, wake up and set your alarm. You need to be to work by 7." G-"Ya....ok." This part of the conversation went on about 4 more times. and then I said thanks and hung up...turned to Thane and laughed, "yaaa....she isn't going to be there by 7." BUT! To her  credit..apparently she made it on time. :) Thanks Grace!!

3 minutes later, I get a text. "WAIT!! Are you having you baby?!?!!?" Oh boy Grace...you're a quick one at 5am ;)

Then I got all weepy, and turned to Thane, "Can I call my mom?" Which I'm sure did NOT sound like that at all because as I said it I started to cry even harder. So it was probably more, "CanIfdjafdlalkcallmymfdlajfdamom?" Of course he said "yes" so I grabbed my phone.

She answered after one ring. Literally one. She must have been sitting right by the phone. I didn't want to call her in case I wasn't really in labor, becuase at this point I'm pretty sure I was in denial? But the need to talk to my mommy won out..so I'm thankful she she answered.

After a quick pep talk from Grandma Jan, we hung up and I felt a little better?

We get to the hospital and I am so hot I just left my coat in the car. No coat. Tank top. Flip flops. Typical WI girl right?

This is gross:

It is beyond a horrible feeling to have to walk after sitting for 25 minutes when your water has broken. I felt like I was peeing myself every step I took and I still had the sense to worry about if it was leaking down my leg in an embarrassing stain. Ugh.

Thank god I had actually pre-registered, something I hadn't procrastinated on, so we just had to find the triage floor. NOT easy to find someone to ask for directions at 5am. We saw a sign and just walked to it..6th floor. Goods.

We get off the elevator and ya, clearly NOT the right spot, but was there someone at the desk? No..because they were still comfy in their beds.

Luckily someone walked by who could see I was huge...and we looked lost and she pointed us in the right direction. We apparently snuck in the back way? We are pretty sneaky people.

We find a nurse, check in, and get taken to a room right away.

This is where it gets fun...

Stay tuned for Part 3. I'm long winded...

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Considering I call Parker "my little burrito" because when he is in the hospital swaddlers he looks just like one...this is hilarious. I have even made a song up about it to La cucaracha. It goes like this, "Parker Burrito, Parker Burrito, you're such a little burrito. Parker Burrito, Parker Burritoooooo, you're a cute burrito!!" I didn't say it was good....but it made him stop screaming at 2 am..so he likes it. :)

Here He Comes! Ready or Not! Part I

So here we go. Parker's birth story. It's not gross...I promise. Well....one part might be?

So all along my mom has been telling me that I will probably get this "burst of energy" right before he is about to come. Some people may think my huge 5 day cleaning spree was it..but I don't feel like that was even close to when he came...sooo I'm not counting it.

Thursday I came home from work. Exhausted. Beyond exhausted. Art days kicked my ass the last month and it was no different that day. I came home and did my best not to nap on the couch.

Thane went to guys night and I snuggled in bed with Bernie trying to make it til 9. As I laid there I thought to myself, "huh...I should really pack that hospital bag. It will take like 10 minutes and then I have done something productive tonight!" I got so far as to uncover myself..buuut then I thought, "Mehh, I'll do it this weekend." and snuggled back into bed.

Thane came home from guy's night and I was finally able to go to sleep.

I woke up at 3:30 and had to pee and was crampy. I tried to ignore that I had to pee, because usually I could. I had only gotten up a handful of times during my pregnancy to go to the bathroom in the night..but this time I couldn't.

So pee.....and go back to bed.

This is where it may get gross? I dunno...

4:30 I wake up and I'm wet. I was super annoyed and got up to go to the bathroom and as I walked...more liquid came out down my leg. My first thought?

I'm 28 years old and I'm literally peeing my pants as I walk to the bathroom...and I'm sober. Wtf?

I literally get to the bathroom and boom.....I pee everywhere. Except, zero on that bodily fluid. I looked at the floor and it looked like I had just spilled water everywhere.

Not good.

I instantly thought I was just leaking fluid, like they ask you EVERY time you have an appointment, so I didn't panic. I sat down on the toilet and just waited for it to stop..aaannnnd it didn't.

I yelled for Thane. Like 3 times, until I get a "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" to which I responded..."get up..I think my water broke? or something? I have no idea...something is happening."

He got out of bed and came to the door. I didn't even care that I was sitting on the toilet. Something he has NEVER seen me do, because let's be real. You love someone...but you don't want to see them sitting on the toilet.

He asked if he should call in..and then got on the phone.

The nurse wanted to talk to me, so I took the phone and told him to go get a suitcase. I should have packed that damn bag.

The nurse was telling me that she thinks my water broke, and to do prelabor at home. Then I informed her that we had just found out he was breech. She goes, "Ohh...ya well that changes things. Um, so don't break any traffic rules or regulations..buuuut you need to get in here asap."

Done. Enough said.

We threw our bag together, and only forgot about 10 things...took Bernie out...and left.

Did I mention I had yet to feel one contraction? Ya...none.

Ok..this is long. I'll finish in another post. :)

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The First Night...

We made it through!!!!!

Parker made it....and Thane and I didn't cry. (well I did, but not because of Parker.)

We were beyond ready to come home. 4 nights in the hospital will do that to ya.

Come my bed time I headed to bed...excited to sleep in it after sleeping in a hospital bed, which in all honesty was better than I thought it would be. After I broke down crying from frustration at the extra 4 blankets on the bed that were super heavy, I crawled carefully into bed....and kept crying every time I moved.

I was in SO much pain from my c-section trying to move around to get comfy...finally I couldn't handle it. Couch time for me. :/

So Thane and Parker slept in our room, and Bernie and I bunked it on the couch so I could sleep sitting up.

So far so good!!!

Until I woke up at like 11:30 to Parker screaming in his bedroom.

First off, I was super confused. How the hell did he get in his room? I mean..I know my baby is already advanced for his age, what with his ability to grip my finger so tight I can't get away, and how he is already grabbing Thane's beard, AND he already plays "Got your nose" with me...;) but there is no way he is advanced enough to get out of his bassinet and get to his room.

I finally got up, slowly and painfully, and waddled to his room.

Thane is on the floor with him, slightly resembling a zombie. He just shook his head and told me he couldn't get him to stop crying. Apparently, it had been going on for a while before I woke up...but the love of my life felt bad that I felt like shit, so he didn't want to wake me. :)

Wanting to relieve him, I told him to give me Parker and relax for a bit. As he was scooping him up to hand him off, he looked at me- dead serious- and said, "Careful...he can smell fear."

At the time it totally broke my heart. Thane had tried so hard to not wake me up and take care of our screaming baby to no avail. What a great guy. But now...it makes me laugh my ass off. I love that man.

So anyways, we had no idea what to do. He had just eaten at 9, and everyone had said he only needs to eat every 3 hours. His diaper was clean. What else does he need?!

So I sat in the recliner with him, but as soon as I sat in the leather chair cold literally shot through my body. I figured that it was just the cold chair....but I started to shake uncontrollably and my teeth began to chatter. I told Thane to get me a blanket asap..but I couldn't talk right, so he didn't understand the jumbled words coming out of my mouth. I finally passed Parker back and booked it to the bedroom to crawl in bed. Something that is NOT easy when you are shaking so hard your body won't move.

Thankfully our heating pad was still on high and there were now 4 blankets on our bed, so it was warm in there. So I sat in bed for about 5 minutes, shaking so hard I couldn't talk and crying for some reason.

You think I'd be scared? No...I was more worried about Thane having to deal with the stress of Parker screaming and watching his wife go through whatever the hell was wrong with me. It was not a pretty sight, and I'm sure it was really scary. :/

After I stopped shaking, I took Parker back so Thane could go do something and I just held him against me. Still screaming. He did one of those baby head moves that you aren't ready for and all of a sudden he found my boob.....and it was all over.

I was in shock. This may be TMI because you don't want to hear about my boobs. But he has had problems with latching because he is so young. So the fact that he found my boob and instantly latched on..amazed me. He ate....and life was good again.

Last night he woke up again at 11, about to have the same fit. But this time!!! I figured it out. He was hungry. Screw the schedule...even though he had just eaten like 2 hours ago..this kid was hungry. SO Thane quickly made up his bottles and boom....melt down averted.

I was pretty dang proud of myself. :)

A friend had asked if I was going to blog about Parker's birth story..and I said no. I don't want to share the gross details with you guys. But now that it has happened..and it really wasn't that gross...I guess I will. ;) Stay tuned.

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So true. I look at Parker and I can't believe how much I love him.

Birth Plan This.

I don't know if this post will be sharing too much, but I thought about it..and I don't care. I plan to make a book out of all the blog posts I have done since we found out we are pregnant...so this one is more for me to remember what happened. :)

Today marked the first of my weekly appointments.

I waddled in just on time. I hate being late. (and yes, apparently I waddle now...)

Anyways, my doctor was feeling below my belly button to see if B Sutts has turned yet. She goes, "hmm...I think he has, but I'm going to go grab out little ultrasound machine and just check."

So she leaves and I start to think about his marathon kicking fest from the other night, and think.."there is no way that was head butting. Those were definite kicks...from his feet."

So she brings the ultrasound thing in, which looked like an ipod, and she puts it under my belly button and says, "and now we should see his head!!.......oooooorrrrrrrr his butt. Ugh." (Ya, I'm pretty sure she made that sound.) Moves it up by my ribs, "Um, yup. There's his head. Weeelllllll....."

Then she proceeds to tell me that if he isn't turned by next week we need to consider that he may be breech.

Ugh.

That is the 2nd thing in my birth plan, right after "have my baby", avoid C-Section at all costs.

Well, apparently this is why birth plans are dumb. You can't even stick to a super simple one!

Needless to say, I have spent the rest of my day pushing on his head to try to get him to move. He has moved from the side of my body to the middle, so maybe there is hope?

I  know I have a lot of time (hopefully) left, and that I really dont need to worry about it til week 37, but let's be real.Until I feel him move, I'm going to be constantly pushing on my belly.

 I may get weird looks. 

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Smart Ass....

So first off, thank you to everyone who came to my Thirty-One open house yesterday! I really appreciate it, even if you just came by to say hi. I like having company. :)

As you may have seen in my status, last night I was laying in bed when I realized I had barely felt B Sutts kick all day. I'm sure he had been kicking, but I was probably just too busy to notice the little ones. If you don't know, it is NOT a good thing if you are this far along and you don't feel your baby kick you. I have already had one freak out this to Thane, who told me to calm down...but its hard to calm down when you know what it could mean.

Anyways, just as I was about to tell Thane and have a minor meltdown, he kicked me. and then kicked me again. and again. and again. Literally every 5 seconds. He has never kicked that much before in one round. So what does that mean?

B Sutts is already a smart ass.

Obviously he takes after his mother. Opps.

I couldn't help but picture one episode of the Simpsons where they show Bart in the womb. So at that moment, my child looked like Bart, spikey hair n all, with his hands behind his head, just kicking and counting. "kick..2,3,4,5. and kick, 2,3,4,5....KICK 2,3,4,5.....SEEEEE MOM!! I'M FIIIIIIIIINE!!!!"

It was pretty cool though because Thane was able to feel him kick finally, which hasn't happened a lot yet.

On to my status today!!!!

Ice Cream Sundae!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy right now. :)

Here's what you're missing...

Ice cream. Oreos. Chocolate Syrup. Whip Cream.

mmmmmmmmm.......

I Do NOT Work at Target

Just because I have to wear a red polo for my job as well does NOT mean that I work at Target.

It happens to me all the time...and it gets more annoying every time.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to snap on one unexpecting person.

Target employees don't have turtles on their shirt, or a school bus, and they don't call their employees "Ms" or "Mr" UGH.

Today I was hanging out near the cart wipes talking to my friend Julie (which super random that I saw her, but loooved it.) when a man came up to us and said, "Um..I'm not sure who I'm supposed to talk to here, but the garbage can outside is overflowing." I look over and he is looking between me, Julie (who also had a red sweatshirt on), and an actual real live Target employee. He just kept repeating, "I don't know who I need to talk to." over and over so I finally snapped, "WE don't work here!" and then ignored him...but he kept going. Come on people.

The SAME thing happened to me at Walmart yesterday! WALMART. Come on people. They dont' even wear red. They are blue. The lady apologized to me said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you look like you work here." EXCUSE ME????

Sorry if I offend you by saying this...but WHAT?! I'm aware that I have my glasses on, my hair was a flat, and I was wearing yoga pants with my polo..but come on! Assface. You're lucky you have 4 kids and look stressed or I would have yelled.

It has even happened to me at Michaels! What?! I had the top part of my cart full of frames because I was buying some for the baby room, when a guy asked me about frames. Um....? He thought I worked there because I had so many frames in my cart, and I'm sure my polo helped.

Lesson learned: If I have to shop on my break or after work....bring a different shirt.

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Resolutions

It's that time of year again people.

Resolution time.

I want some good ones this year.

I did great last year with my weight loss. I don't really remember how much I lost, but then something threw me off track. Something little liiiike...oh a baby. I was on a roll though. Tanya and I were workout crazy, lots of walk and bootcamp filled my day. Then naps filled my day.

So obviously this year I need to get back on the bandwagon. I figure by March I should be ready to hit it up again, and the weather will be maybe kinda nice? So then we can get outside and walk.

I am finding it hard to make a realistic goal for this. I have gained just over 30 pounds so far, and I have no idea how much of it will be left after B Sutts gets here. Obviously, the goal there is to lose whatever is left, plus at least 20...30? I may have to reevaluate this once I can get moving again.

All I know, I miss working out. I should have kept up with it during my pregnancy and that is something I plan to do with baby 2...in like 2 years. So even if I can't set a number of pounds I want to lose..I can say that I want to get active again. Run a 5k or 3?

We are officially on a budget.

I have talked about it forever, but now we are really doing it.

Of course, just as I get it together...I get the nesting bug and I want to organize my entire house. Which includes finding Tupperware to organize my kitchen...which includes spending money I'm not supposed to. It never fails.

Set a budget=wanting to buy everything you can think of.

I also want to do this:

Blog Post

 

Basically, you make this thing up ahead of time. (So whenever I get around to getting note cards.) Every day you write down something quick about your day, and it starts over the next year. Its cool because in 2014 I can see what I was doing exactly a year ago that day.

 

I figured this would be pretty cool with the baby coming. It will be pretty awesome to read next year.:)

 

So, resolutions are:

1.) Lose baby weight + some, and run a 3ish 5ks.

2.) Stick to our budget and put away more money so we can buy a house. :)

3.) Keep a daily sentence journal.

 

What did you guys decide to do?