Monthly Archives: July 2015

Our New Normal

Wow! Hard to believe that only a week ago I was posting about being 39 weeks pregnant, miserable, and ready to be done.  Little did I know that the clock was already ticking and it was the calm before the storm.

I’ve been letting the pictures speak the words that I didn’t have, but now that we are adjusting it’s easier to sit down and chat a little bit about how this all went down.

To start,  allow me to remind you all that I had been saying for weeks that this little man was going to be coming early.  Mom is always right.  I was scheduled to go in Monday morning for my c section but in my head thought that by Friday I would have everything done that needed to be done (doctors, last minute errands, laundry, etc).  Feeling rather accomplished on Thursday, Angel and I were sitting on the couch after putting Lucas to bed and I kept asking him what time it was so that I could loosely keep an eye on how far apart my contractions were to make sure they were only Braxton Hicks (they were, and at this point that was par for the course every day).  We went to bed that night, nothing out of the ordinary.

About 4am, I woke up with contractions, which was also par for the course at this point so I went back to sleep.  The third time that I woke up I realized that I should perhaps time them and to my surprise they were exactly 15 minutes apart.  Enter: concern.

I went downstairs to sit on the couch and watch TV while I continued to time them.  By 6am they were 8 minutes apart.  Enter: Worry.

When Angel’s alarm went off for work, I struggled up the stairs between contractions and told him “Yeah, you’re not going to work today.”  He got Lucas up for me and was feeding him breakfast when my contractions suddenly dropped to 6 minutes apart (the time the doctor told me to go straight to labor and delivery).  I started calling friends to come get Lucas.  Enter: panic.

The contractions went back to 7 minutes so I went upstairs to get in the shower quickly and see if the warm water would calm them down.  I’m sitting down drying my hair and Angel comes up the stairs “Do you really think we’ll have to go to the hospital?” he asks me.  To which I reply “I think my water just broke!”  Enter: extreme panic.

According to the doctor, if my water broke, I needed to be in labor and delivery at the hospital within the hour.  I hurried to throw a few things in a bag, call my friend to wake her up so we could drop off Lucas on the way.  We threw things in the car as quickly as we could, ran down the street to drop off Lucas (literally with a bag of diapers and a sippy cup of water and told her “I’m sorry, we’ll call when we know more”), and flew to the hospital.  Checked into labor and delivery where they quickly confirmed that it was my water, and they were prepping me for a c section, which would take about 45 minutes.  Here come 4 nurses who are all setting me up with IVs, asking me questions, doing paperwork, etc.  I started sobbing all over again, having never had the time to take a breath and process what was going on.  My water broke at 9:30am, and at 11:58am, Joshua Nicolas Rivas was born into the world:

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and put into my arms:

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It was that fast.

A few hours in recovery waiting for me to regain the ability to feel and move my legs (while we surprised folks with a “so guess what we did this morning?” message), and Joshua and I made it upstairs into a regular room.  Angel went to go pick up Lucas and bring him to meet his brother while I enjoyed the morphine on a push button every 8 minutes.  My only complaint about it is that it made me sooo sooo incredibly tired that I literally couldn’t keep my eyes open when paired with the fact that I woke up at 4am and JUST HAD A BABY.  So I dozed in and out for the rest of the day while my boys met each other for the first time:

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Angel had to go home at night to put Lucas to bed and let the dog out, and I stayed in the hospital with the amazing nurses to take care of the smallest of our clan and myself.  A few days of this with Lucas spending the day with us in my hospital room and nights at home and an occasional break with friends in the area, Angel was on his way to get my parents from the airport while I was working on the discharge paperwork to go home.

Now we’re working on a new normal.  Lucas loves his brother, who is a champion sleeper and eater.  So far, if I feed him when we go to sleep around 11, he wakes up once around 5am and then again around 9am.  We’ve made it out of the house a few times even, and Lucas is doing as well as you would expect a 2 year old who just got his mom’s attention cut in half to do.  Today he seems pretty desperate for my attention, but he’s so in love with his grandparents being here that it’s been easy to keep him occupied.  He may be giving them a run for their money though, because this afternoon I caught them both sleeping on the couch while I could hear Lucas playing with toys in his room during “nap” time.  They were successful in wearing someone out, just maybe not who they intended.

Cheers to my life full of boys!

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Hello! My Name Is…

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night Friday morning with contractions. When they started to get close to the 6 minute mark I hopped in the shower and to my surprise my water broke! In what turned out to be a very fast and hectic morning, Joshua Nicolas Rivas joined us just before noon on the 24th at 6 pounds 10 ounces, 20 inches long. Everyone is doing well!

   
    
    
 

The End.

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Baby is:

  • Get out.
  • Get out.
  • Get out.

I am:

  • Get out.
  • Get out.
  • GET OUT!

Oh, the memories:

  • Seriously, get out.

Surprising:

  • You haven’t lived until you’ve been 40 weeks pregnant in the summer.  I love my old doctor even more for inducing Lucas at exactly 39 weeks because GET OUT.
  • Getting a mix of contractions and Braxton Hicks all day, all  night.  So far the closest they have gotten together is 10 minutes, but if they hit 6 I’m to go straight to labor and delivery.  Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.  And some of them- ouch!  This kid hates me already.

Lots of love this week to my friends with pools who have had pity on me and let me be a beach whale in their backyards.  You saved my life and made these last few days of pregnancy as enjoyable as they could be.

I’ve ended this adventure about 30 pounds heavier.  “Healthy” for my weight range was 25-35 so I pretty much nailed it.  My blood pressure still rocks, baby’s heart rate is still awesome, and no alarming swelling.  If I didn’t hate being pregnant so much, it would look like I’m great at it.  But alas, I’m like a turtle on its back and move about as quickly as a sloth.  My 2 year old knows how to put on my shoes for me and likes to remind me that he’s “too heavy for mama to carry” which is an adorable slap in the face.  At least he’s too small to realize that he can use this to his advantage and willingly does what I ask instead of throwing himself on the ground.

Yesterday at nap after I read Lucas a book and we were snuggling in the “big boy bed” he showed me his Mickey Mouse doll (kid’s favorite toy.  I’m rarely allowed to take it long enough to put in the washing machine) and said proudly “I’m going to give this to baby brother when he comes.”  I cried big, fat, hormonal tears over how sweet my little boy’s personality has become.  We play this game where I’ll say “I love you” and Lucas says “I love you, too” and I’ll say “I love you, too, too” and you get the idea.  This week he came up to my belly and said to his brother “I love you, too, too, too!”  I hope this baby grows up to be as sweet as Lucas is growing up to be because I’m loving my caring, snuggly, little toddler tornado.

And if all else fails, they’ll make for great slave labor.

Tick-Tock

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Baby is:

  • 38 Weeks
  • Huge
  • Enjoying the caffeine that I had for lunch.  First time in 9 months but I just could not resist the cherry coke so I had a small one and it was as amazing as I thought it would be.  Mmmmmm, cherry coke.  Besides, maybe by giving this little man some caffeine will be the final shove that he needs to break free.

I am:

  • 38 weeks
  • Huge
  • Also enjoying the caffeine that I had for lunch.

Oh, the memories:

  • I feel like a time bomb.  I waddle.  I wake up 10 times a night to pee.  The taste of Tums makes me gag.  I have morning sickness again.  All of these things are coming back to me one nauseous wave at a time.

Surprising:

  • Yesterday I guess I didn’t drink enough water so in the evening I was getting some serious contractions.  At first I wasn’t sure if they were real or braxton hix but after about an hour it dawned on me that I should maybe time them  because they were really getting painful.  So I sat on the couch with a GIANT glass of water and a timer and put my feet up and they started to calm down eventually.  Before they started calming down and I thought they might be real I started to panic.  PANIC.  I’m so uncomfortable, but I’m perfectly comfortable complaining about how uncomfortable I am and the thought that I need to leave Lucas for 3 days, go get surgery, and come home with another tiny human who I’m responsible for… nope!  I’m not ready but the train is approaching the station and the tracks only work in one direction.

Lucas is so excited to have a baby.  He came running up to me crying this week, hugging my belly, and telling me that he wanted to keep Mama’s baby.  He loves to tickle my belly, talk to his brother, and give him hugs.  He’s going to be so in love in a few days when he sees his little brother for the first time and I can’t wait to witness it.

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Still Pregnant…

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Baby is:

  • 37 Weeks
  • A free-loading, full term baby
  • A leech

I am:

  • Pretty over being pregnant, let’s be honest
  • Remembering why I hate pregnancy so much
  • Huge

Oh, the memories:

  • The feeling of “last minute” panic that there is still so much to do (there’s not) and no time to do it (there is) because this baby is coming tonight (he’s not).
  • Only gaining a pound a week.  “Only” should be the shocking word here, not the fact that I’m adding weight and stretch marks as quickly as I am.

Surprising:

  • With Lucas I was purely anxious to meet him and ready to have him.  With this one, I look at my screaming 2 year old throwing balls in the house and chasing the dog, and I appreciate the fact that this one is staying put.  But then I have to get up to pee and I start grunting and waddling my way to the bathroom and I’m like “yeah, now I remember why I was just telling you to get out.”
  • Absolutely cannot believe that my time is up, this pregnancy is about over, and my entourage is growing (again).  I can’t wrap my head around the fact that the c section is now and not months from now.  I have 17 days left.  That’s nuts.

I would like to say that this week it hit me that I was done, but my mind is still hanging out somewhere between “the baby can come any minute” and “maybe I should take a pregnancy test to confirm that I’m pregnant.”  I’m in for a huge shock in a couple of days. Days.

Meanwhile, my toddler is cracking me up lately now that he’s getting more words.  I could fill a blog on what comes out of his mouth, but here are a few of my favorites from this week:

Me: Do you need a timeout?

Lucas (suddely very serious): No, I’m calming down now.

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Lucas (who is supposed to be taking a nap): Hey, Mama?  Hey Mama?  Are you coming back?  I want a cooooookie.  Hey, Mama!  Mama, what are you doooooooooing?  I want a cooooooookie.

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Lucas covers my feet with a blanket: Say “Thank you, Lucas”

Me: Thank you, Lucas.

Lucas: You’re welcome, Mama.

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Me: Are you stinky?

Lucas: No, I just farted.

Try having a pint sized 2 year old tell you these things while you keep a straight face.  It’s not easy, friends.  At bedtime tonight he got off of the toilet and strutted back to his room butt naked and singing to himself.  Angel and I both just started laughing at him because how can you not?

So I leave you with these deep thoughts by a 2 year old and wish you all a wonderful evening.

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36 Weeks

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Photo bomber in this week’s picture

Baby is:

  • 36 Weeks
  • Comfortable with his foot directly into my rib, apparently.

I am:

  • Not comfortable with his foot directly in my rib.  In my opinion, he needs to remove it by birth or other means necessary and he needs to do it now.
  • Feeling a bit like a prisoner doing time who was just given their parole date and is still hoping for a last minute pardon.

Oh, the memories:

  • It was confirmed at the doctor this week that he has, in fact, dropped.  She even commented that she was surprised that he was that low this early.  In my head, I heard “He’s coming early” but her exact words probably included more medical language.

Surprising:

  • The paranoia over baby movements.  I never had this with Lucas (though it turned out that I should have), but these last few weeks of pregnancy are being spent a lot like the first few were: Is this normal? Does that mean anything?  Should I call the doctor?  Nature is cruel.

And there I’ve gone and missed another week in my pregnancy updates.  Second baby syndrome is a real thing (poor guy).  Here are some pictures that we had taken at 35 weeks though:

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11709771_10105213311244371_5404790038328453931_nI wasn’t planning on taking maternity photos, but at the 11th hour (almost literally), I suddenly had the urge to document the pregnancy because we may be done after this.  If I knew I was going to want to take photos, I probably would have done it before my face started swelling up like a blow fish, but hey: that’s part of documenting why this is probably it for us. Not that hormonal tears aren’t fun for everyone.

That’s all I have for this update.  I think there was more but the combination of pregnancy brain just was met by stupid neighbors who are lighting off fireworks at 10pm and just woke my son up in sheer panic.

I leave you with these final thoughts this week and I wish you all a happy and safe July 4th holiday:

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