Morgan's here

Firstly... Happy Anniversary honey! Well it's been 6 days. Morgan arrived with a 35 minute delay as I was told I should wait to push until the doctor was available. There were 3 other moms that had reached the 9 to 10 centimeters all at the same time. It took only 1/2 a push and he shot out and everyone was holding their breath that Dr. T might not catch him. When he came out he had what simply put is his umbilical cord wrapped around his throat 2 times. Luckily he had no signs of distress and got a score of 9 on both his apgar tests. Jason got to cut the cord. Though I had asked not to have him placed on me it was done anyways. . . which isn't a problem but I didn't really want to hold him covered in goo. So they cleaned him off, weighed and measured him and then dad got to hold him. He came weighing in at 7 pounds 13 oz and measuring 20 inches long (both less than his sister) . . . with a 14.5 inch round head (beating his sister by .5 inches). I got to hold him and attempt a fist feeding after I had finished with my stuff. Unlike the last pregnancy I was able to walk to my room afterwords. Abby and my folks were there within minutes of my transfer. The hospital stay was not as pleasant as it was with Abby's birth and we are planning on writing to the charge nurse about the one nurse that caused all the issues.

Morgan has had a rough few days. Apparently he wasn't latching well when he was and got very little to hydrate him enough. Additionally because of that he lost 1 full pound from the day of his birth to 4 days later. I had to pump to ensure that he would get fluids that he needed into his system. So for the better part of the week I have been pumping, letting Morgan attempt to latch and then giving him a bottle in the end. He has had a few successful attempts and then it is like a reset button is pressed and he forgets what he just did. I am still getting him up every 2 hours and every 3-4 at night until I know that his weight is up to a good level. I am not looking forward to having to possibly pump and serve for the next few months. But if that is how he is going to role, then I guess I have to not get so upset that he isn't getting it. A consultant watched my "technique" and said it was not me, but Morgan who was having issues. Morgan's mouth might not be big enough for my ginormous nipple. So, we shall see. It is still early.

So now I am sleep deprived and wondering how I am going to handle two kids all by myself in one week. Eeekk!

After night time bathroom trip #6,724 (in this pregnancy, but whose counting?) I was unable to fall back to sleep. Shocker! Anyways, after lying in bed attempting to fight my way back into dreamland I finally just lay there with my eyes open and thinking..."I have 4 hours or so until I have to be at the hospital!" "I should be getting some much needed rest" "Oooooh look the alarmclock iHome base is all glowy and I can do shadow puppets!" "WATCHOUT! GodzillaHand is trying to devour your head Hubby! Grraawlll" "Oh dear god, just get UP!"

So I did.

And I decided that I will post about it... at 4 AM on the day that my second child will be evicted induced into this world. I decided to see if Joss had loaded Act II of his genius creation Dr. Horrible. And he had, so I watched it. But first I poked my head into Abby's room and chuckled — of her dozen blankets, stuffed animals, and the lone kingsize pillow she is about the only thing left on her bed. Additionally, she still has the socks on her hands that she insisted Jason put on her before she would fall asleep. What makes that even cuter is that they are the socks that look like little Converse "Chucks" (as I liked to call them), which happen to be red (not that that fact is important). I hope she is dreaming happy dreams, I am going to miss her over the next few days.

So I really haven't blogged a lot about this pregnancy on this blog anyways . . . and since I was looking through the archives and reminiscing about by pregnancy with Abby, I figure I can jam in 9 months of griping into one post — why not, it's not like I am sleeping (like I should be) anyways.

Where to start? Let's see. Oh I know! Not really planning this but serendipitously I found out that I was pregnant to the day two years ago (11/20/05) that I was pregnant (back in Nov of 07 of course). So Hubby and I planned on having the kids about two years apart, we didn't realize we meant it so literally. Moving on... I didn't have a lot of morning sickness with Abby (none actually) and by all accounts I have yet to throw up with this one, but I sure as heck was nauseous for the first half of this pregnancy. In other "How-was-this-one-unlike-the-other" match ups... I started to feel hip pain (Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction) just about 18 weeks in that has gotten progressively worse, but luckily not completely debilitating, as the pregnancy has progressed. Other than that the other big differences can be un-named here. Besides this is Morgan's Birth Day and I don't want him to come across this in the years to come and think that I was totally miserable this go round. In fact if I have other kids in the future it should be a sure sign that dealing with annoying physical issues for 9 months isn't really great, but it is totally worth it in the end. Totally!

And just to show my humility to the few people that read this blog. One thing about pregnancy is that at a certain point there is no dignity left. That occurred for me about 3 months ago when I had to say goodbye to the granny panties of ole' and dawn the granny panties of the now. It was more economical and sadly more comfortable than dealing with putting up with pads and there tendency to chafe. So not only did I gain enough weight to put me close to the size/weight of a newborn baby elephant, but I also had to subject myself to a sneak peak of my future if I don't get my act together and get healthy! 300 pound, waddling, Depends wearing, arthritic mess. And I have pics of me that I hope I will never look like again. It's funny how you don't really know what you look like until you see a picture of yourself. The mirror is the closeup, but the full picture is harder to see until you see yourself from someone else's point-of-view.

Well though I know I am up for good today, until this baby comes out anyways, I am going to browse the web. As I will be unable to do so for almost 3 days I need to get my "fix" now. The next post will hopefully all about Morgan.

To Redesign and Rename... That is the Question.

I sit here on my bed staring at the blog post application thinking all kinds of things really. Nothing really interestingly blog-worthy I suppose. Or maybe it is and I just don't know how to write to an audience. . . fictional or otherwise. I have been itching to redesign this page again as the bookmark theme is really not my style. I have also been pondering changing the url to something else as well. . . Now that I am a SAHM and shortly a mom of two kiddos I feel compelled to have a cutesy blog title that will get noticed. But with said cutesy blog title I would need to get better at writing my life in a more interesting light. I am contemplating using Flickr a lot more in my blogging as well. So anywho... I am not sure how or when I will get started on those ambitious ventures as I would need my Hubby to help with said url and design update. Right now however it is late and I am tired. I think it may be time to read a book and go to sleep. Morgan is well over 8 pounds... I am at 3 centimeters and 70% effaced. Getting really excited to meet my wiggly guy.

36 weeks 5 days Update — and some answers

I saw Dr. T at my appointment today… She has the closest personality to Dr. R so when we were discussing induction dates and her on call day (also happens to be her b-day) fell on the date closest to Morgan’s due date, though it is on an ‘odd*’ day, I decided to go with her. So now all I need to do is hold out until July 17. I will get official confirmation either later today or sometime tomorrow that July 17 is going to work for the hospital. *I have this thing where I wanted the b-day to be on something like 7/8/08 or 7/16/08. Unfortunately Dr. R is in charge of induction on the 16th and she doesn’t return from maternity leave until the following week. So, begrudgingly, I bit back my bizarre desire for an even dated b-day (and no I have no clue why I have this bizarre desire). Unless Morgan decides to come before July 17 of his own accord then he will be born at some point on that day.

Additionally, at my appointment, Dr. T found that my cervix has softened and I have dilated less than a centimeter. Though there wasn’t much dilation Dr. T could feel the top of the baby’s head. If I am as far as 3 centimeters at next weeks check up with Dr. C then they will re-evaluate the induction date. Dr. T doesn’t think I will go before the induction date, but there is no way to tell. Dr. T got the results from the sonogram as I was leaving and Morgan is measuring in at 37 weeks 3 days and 7 pounds 2 ounces. Eeek! But overall he is healthy which is important.

So now I have a few answers and a decisive end in sight. I feel less in the dark as the days go by. Unfortunately I still feel progressively grumpier and more uncomfortable as the days go by too. By next Friday I will not be taking Lovenox (blood thinner) until the baby is born. According to Dr. T you usually wait 24 hours from the epidural removal before starting back on blood thinners.

So now I have 15 days until I have two kiddos in the world to look after. And Abby has 15 days left of being an only child. Next Monday we are taking her to a Sibling class at the hospital… that should be interesting.