Thursday, January 16, 2014

Birth Story!

Woo, a whole year and a half has gone by since I've written on this blog! I didn't realize it had been so long until it took me a good twenty minutes to figure out what my log in information was...

I don't know if anyone actually reads this anymore, but at least I'll write it down so I don't forget the details!

On December 23rd, I got up in the morning and noticed that I had some bleeding going on, and I was pretty sure that my mucus plug came out (P.S. There may be some details you don't want to know, but you're the one reading a birth story, so you put yourself at risk).  So basically I was sure I was going into labor that day.  I started having contractions, but nothing was steady.  I'd have them every ten minutes for an hour, and then nothing for a couple hours, and they never got incredibly strong.  So December 24th rolled around and I still wasn't in labor.  I had a Dr.'s appointment that morning and said I was 2 cm dilated (which I had been for about five days at that point) and that the baby wasn't coming any time soon.  At that point I figured that if he wasn't going to be born the 24th, I sure as heck wasn't going to let this kid be born on Christmas.  So I decided on some self-appointed bed rest until the 26th.  I had zero contractions on the 24th, so I was positive it was going to work. Well, sure enough, I wake up at 6:30 am on the 25th with a contraction.  I told myself it was nothing and let myself go back to sleep.  I woke up to another contraction, so I looked at the clock, and it was 6:40 am.  Then I fell back asleep. Had another contraction, looked at the clock, and it was 6:50 am.  This went on every ten minutes, with the contractions getting stronger and stronger, until at 7:30 am, I had to admit defeat.  I woke up Zach and said, "I hate to say it... but I think we need to go to the hospital."

As we were waiting for my mom to come over to get Evie, we woke Evie up and showed her the presents Santa brought her.  Then off to the hospital we went!  The whole time driving there, I kept thinking that maybe I wasn't in labor because I really had no idea what to expect.  With Evie, I had to be induced, so I really didn't know what it was like to go into labor on my own.  And I got an epidural   pretty early on, so I never felt it get "really bad".  Anyway, so we get to the hospital at about 8:00 am (and it was a total ghost town.  I guess no one wants to get sick on Christmas.) and Zach asked if I wanted a wheelchair.  I was feeling good at the moment, so I said no, took about three steps, and had a huge contraction to where I couldn't walk.  Then I had to backtrack and say, "Okay, I guess I do need a wheelchair..." Then we get to labor and delivery, and at this point the contractions are getting stronger and are about seven minutes apart.  They take me into an exam room to check how dilated I was, but before I could even get out of the wheelchair, I had a really strong contraction.  The nurse changed her mind and went ahead and admitted me before even checking me out.  So I had to be taken to a delivery room and put on my awesome hospital gown.

In the delivery room, the nurse then told me that since I was already 2 cm dilated before I got there, I had to be at least 3 cm dilated or else they would send me home.  The doctor came in to check, and she told me that I was 6 cm dilated!  Basically I had slept through the first half of labor and didn't even know it.  I told them right away that I wanted an epidural.  They of course had to get an IV going first and make sure everything didn't progress too quickly, and that they'd get someone in.  At this point, the contractions were getting pretty terrible, to the point where I actually threw up (there wasn't much to it, though, I hadn't eaten since the night before).  They told me that was a sign that labor was moving fast, and they checked me again, and I was 8 cm dilated.  They went to get the anesthesiologist to do the epidural.  They came back in and broke the news: they had two anesthesiologists there and one on call, and they were ALL busy in emergency situations they couldn't get away from, and that this never happens, but there just wasn't anyone available to give me an epidural.  I just about cried.  I was in so much pain and it just stunk that relief was so close and yet so far.  I knew that I could give birth without an epidural (ha, not that I had much choice at this point) but I REALLY didn't want to.

They checked me again, and at this point I was 9 cm dilated, so they start getting everything ready to deliver the baby.  Then the anesthesiologist comes in and says she's ready to give the epidural!  The nurse looks at me and says, "It's up to you, you're already 9 cm dilated, do you want the epidural?" And I answered with a big, resounding "YES!"  So they gave me the epidural, and at that point I felt like I could conquer anything!  I just remember turning to Zach and saying, "Seriously, why would anyone NOT get an epidural?!" (And don't think I'm judging you if you decide not to, it's totally a personal choice.)  Relief was immediate, and the rest of the delivery was a painless process.  When the nurse was checking my dilation for the last time, she thought the head was crowning, but it turned out that my bag of water was coming out, completely intact.  The midwife was concerned because the water was really dark which meant it was full of meconium, so she went ahead and broke it.  Then after that, it was pushing time!  I couldn't feel a thing, thanks to my handy epidural, so the midwife watched the monitor, and when she saw that my body was contracting, she would tell me to push.  I couldn't even feel whether I was pushing or not, but I just tried, and sure enough, after about four pushes, Desmond was out!  He was born December 25th at 11:33 am, 8 lbs 5 oz and 20 inches long.  When the midwife pulled him out to put him on my chest, she told me that the umbilical cord was very short, and when she stretched it to put him on my chest, it ended up tearing.  She was also concerned that he had swallowed meconium, because when he came out, he wasn't crying, and it sounded like he was struggling to breathe.  So the nurse took him and suctioned out his mouth and nose over and over again.  He still wasn't crying, so they were going to take him for observation.  Right when they were about the leave, he let out the most ear piercing shriek, so that was enough reassurance for them that he was okay.  After that, he didn't have any more problems.

I had to stay in the hospital for at least 48 hours because I had tested positive for group B strep, and since my labor went so fast, I didn't get enough antibiotics in to completely protect him from it.  So they wanted to monitor Desmond to make sure he didn't have anything (it can cause pneumonia and meningitis in babies).  I was so ready to go home by the end of it!

I know every baby is different, but it's interesting to me to even compare the deliveries of my two babies.  With Evie, I was in labor for 21 hours before she was born, and pushed for about an hour.  With Desmond, I got admitted about 8:30 am and he was born 11:33 am.  I'm not sure how long I pushed, but I don't think it was more than ten or fifteen minutes.

So far Desmond has been a pretty easy baby.  He usually only cries when he's hungry, and I can leave the room without him freaking out, so that's a big plus.  I'm still a little sleep-deprived, so I apologize if anything I wrote turned out incoherent.

It's just a good thing he's cute, because it makes the sleep deprivation worth it.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Five Years Of Wedded Bliss

Oh man! I haven't written a blog post since blogspot went all crazy and changed everything! Hopefully I can do this...

 In five days it will be mine and Zach's 5th wedding anniversary. (And whoever can tell me the proper way to say that wins a high five. Mine and Zach's? Zach and mine's? I's and his's?)

 I thought it would be fun to take a little trip down memory lane and see how far we've come...
This is the very first picture I saw of Zach. Before this all I had seen him in was his super awesome Creamery on 9th uniform. I stole this off of his band's Myspace page. (Ha! Remember when Myspace was cool???)
This is the first picture we took together. It was at his band's show at Provo High School. I believe it was December 2005? Or January 2006? Zach might be able to give more insight, but I probably remember better than him.
Then we went to Disneyland, where we rode awesome rides and took pictures with garbage cans.
After Disneyland we took a trip to Vegas to see Pearl Jam. This picture was taken at the Denny's Royale on the strip. The only thing "Royale" about this Denny's was that they charged about $2 more per entree than regular Denny's.

And then.... we just took a bunch of random pictures. (Try to spot the picture where Zach has a cold sore!)
After we took enough pictures and chased enough ducks, we figured it was time to get married. So we did just that. On 07/07/07. Cuz we're cool like that.
And then, once we were married, we figured more random pictures were in order.
Once those random pictures were out of the way, we had a super awesome baby!
And I'll be honest, since that super awesome baby came around, random pictures of Zach and Kelly have significantly decreased, making way for random pictures of super awesome baby.
So here's to a happy 5th anniversary Zachary! May we have many more random pictures and just a couple more super awesome babies!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

That Baby IS Delicious

Here is Evie doing the sign for "more", she can also do "all finished" (that one isn't in the video). She is also showing us where her head is. We didn't teach it to her. The grandparents didn't teach it to her either. We don't know who taught it to her. It is a mystery.

NEXT WEEK: My time travel machine that only goes forward at regular speed.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

I saved a bunch of money today, and you can too!

So, Thanksgiving day is one of my favorite shopping days. I know, I know... how dare I make people work on Thanksgiving! But Thanksgiving is when the best deals start at drug stores. I just wanted to list everything I got today, and how much money I saved on it all.

At CVS, I got:

1 3 Musketeers bars
1 Milky Way Bar
2 Snickers bars
1 box of Fiber One Brownies
2 boxes of Chex cereal
1 Balance bar
2 Reese's mini cups
1 10 count of Advil
1 pack of batteries
2 Colgate toothpastes
1 Pepto Bismol
1 Finish Quantum
1 box of Kleenex
1 10 count box of Breathe Right strips
1 Philips ear phones
1 I-chill relaxation supplemnets
1 Be Kool Children's fever reducer
1 bottle LA Looks gel
2 72 count packages of Listerine strips
1 4 count Advil PM
1 90 count flossers
1 Cepacol throat lozenges
1 Softlips lip gloss
1 Carmex lip gloss
1 2-pack GUM toothbrushes
1 8 count Excedrin

Total value of all of this: $80.75
I paid: $9.44
And I have $36 in Extra Care Bucks (CVS money) left for future purchases!

At Walgreens, I got:
4 bottles of Welches Sparkling grape juice
Total value of this: $10
I paid: $4

At Rite Aid, I got:
4 Planter's Nuts Holiday 3 pack
15 Hershey bars
4 bottles Softsoap hand soap
2 Dove deodorant
2 packs of Scunci elastic hair bands
2 Revlon nail polish
4 2-liter Caffeine free Diet Coke
1 2-liter Sprite
8 cans of Pringles
2 boxes of Reese's Puffs cereal
2 boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios

Total value of all of this: $77.81
I paid: $11.22
And I have $24 +Ups (Rite Aid money) for future purchases!

So my grand totals of the day:
I got 81 items today
The total for all of these items is $168.56
I paid $24.66
And it was super easy! These sales continue until Saturday, so you can go out and get all of this too! Stores have limited stock, so don't wait too long!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Old people should push around chairs instead of walkers

Here's a little of what Evie's been up to:

This is a video of the two words Evie can say: "Please" and "Dad". There's a skip in the video because there was a boring section in the middle, so I took it out.

Here is Evie taking part in her new favorite hobby: taking a chair from the kitchen table and walking all over the house with it.

And finally, this video is kinda long, but super cute. Evie's been sick the last few days, and we've had to use an aspirator in her nose because she has so much snot. She really hates it, so Zach was pretending to use it on himself to get her in a better mood, and she thought it was really funny.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Yay for fun!

This has been going around, and my sister is doing this for me, so now I am going to pass it on!

Here are the tagging instructions: The first 3 people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll probably take a while because: a. I'm not super creative and it'll probably take me a while to think of something to make; b. I'm taking care of a 13-month-old; and c. I go to school pretty much full-time and don't have a lot of free time. So it might be a while before you get it.
4. You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or a drawing. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
5. I reserve the right to do something unusual.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who do the same on your blog. OR, since I know there are some people who read my blog who don't have a blog of their own, you can win if you are willing to make something for three random people. The first 3 people to leave a comment telling me they will win it forward get a fabulous homemade gift by me! Oh, and if you have a blog, be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it.

Saturday, August 13, 2011


So for once, I'm actually going to write something serious. Can you believe it? I'll warn you now, though, it'll be total rambling and may be completely incoherent, but here goes:

Lately, I've been thinking about those first few months of motherhood, and how stressful they were. Everyone tells you how hard it is to be a parent (I don't know how many times I made comments about how ready I was for Evie to be born, and someone would reply "They're easier inside of you than outside!"), but there's really no way to prepare for it. There was one thing I wish someone would have told me, though: how ridiculously emotional I would get. I mean, I heard about PPD, but I didn't know that you were pretty much going to be crying for no reason for the first few days after delivery.
I know I've already told the birth story, but I'm going to go into a little further detail: because of my high blood pressure, I was at risk for seizures, so I had to be put on this medicine that made me down-right sick. I felt totally awful. Imagine having the flu while giving birth. It was terrible. Then, my oxygen levels were low, so I had to have an oxygen mask during delivery. Then, because of the medicine I was on, my fluids and food were very restricted, so I couldn't eat or drink very much. Toss all this in with a newborn baby that refused to breastfeed or sleep and a room kept warm for the baby's sake but made me soaked with sweat, and I was pretty unstable.
One of the most stressful parts of it all was that Zach's family has a very extended history of SIDS. Zach's brother died, his Dad had a sibling that died, the generation before that had one that died. It's pretty crazy. So we were, of course, VERY scared about it. We were very pressured by family to get Evangeline on a monitor, but the doctor's were 100% against it, so that just made matters worse. The doctors said that heart rate monitors didn't prevent anything and that they often malfunction and will beep even when the baby is fine, which just scares parents for no reason. They also said they would only provide monitors if you had already lost a baby to SIDS (Which was AWFUL to hear). To help ease our minds, however, the doctors said they would run some tests on her. Poor Evangeline went through all sorts of observation and EKG testing to make sure there were no existing conditions to indicate a risk of SIDS. Still, Zach and I were so frustrated that the doctors would not help us with a monitor because it's what we had always planned on doing, and we spent a lot of time curled up in the hospital bed crying together (though Zach will deny that he ever cried). But then the more I thought of it, the more I realized that I couldn't handle the fear of the monitor going off and thinking my daughter was dead. So we decided not to get a monitor, which caused a bit of backlash from our family that pushed so much for it. Obviously, everything worked out okay, and Evangeline is fine, but it was a very stressful time deciding what to do.
I was in the hospital from Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, and I left Friday around 2:00 pm. When I got home, I sat down on the couch, and I thought I'd never get up again. I didn't know how I was going to get anything accomplished. Evie wanted to eat about every 45 minutes, she never slept for more than 45 minutes (even during the night), so how on earth was I supposed to make dinner and do dishes and laundry? Fortunately, I have a very supportive husband, but he was pretty wiped out, too. I had no idea how I was going to survive being a mom. I was getting about three hours of sleep a night, I barely had time to eat, I was still having issues with breastfeeding, and I just cried a lot. Sometimes when I think about having more kids, I stop and think about if I really want to go through all of it again. But then I think about the reward.

And it is sooooo worth it all. Even though it'll be a couple years until the next baby, I'm definitely okay with having another baby in the future. And as I am typing this last sentence, Evangeline just woke up and started crying, so off I go to fulfill my motherly duties!