Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wordless Wednesday

Monday, December 22, 2008

Chatty Cathy

We have a neighbor. I'll protect his anonymity by calling him "Phil" because he reminds me of Phil Donahue. Now Phil is one of those neighbors where you really want to try to avoid eye contact with him. Once you do, you are trapped. The very second Phil locks eyes on you, the obligatory hand goes up in a friendly gesture followed by the "Hey, how are ya?" After that, your day is screwed....especially if you are in a hurry and you have tons of things to do.

Why, you ask? Because Phil will talk your ear off. He's one of those people that you can talk to once a year and you are all caught up on their life until next year when they talk to you again.

Yesterday, Big A and I made the mistake of making eye contact with Phil. He came over to our yard and started his hour-long mile-a-minute speech about everything. How he went from talking about a garage remodel to grandkids to winning several trophies (all within 2 minutes, mind you)--I am still trying to comprehend.

The conversations are always boring as this one was, and you can NEVER slip a word in no matter what you do. So for most of the time you are either giving an agreeing "mmhmm", or shaking your head in disagreement. I may as well get a bobblehead of myself, flick it and then run away.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Wordless Wednesday

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wordless Wednesday

Friday, November 14, 2008

Labor and Delivery

Alright, I have finally decided to post my blog about my amazing labor and delivery story. Ok, maybe it wasn't soooo amazing...actually, it was pretty bad.

Here's the scoop:

On November 11th I was suppose to receive a call from Shea Hospital telling me when to come in for an induction. I was not scheduled for it, but I was told by my doctor that the hospital would call me when a bed was available.

So here I was laying in my bed to go to sleep on November 10th .....nervous .....excited ...overwhelmed, and knowing full well that the hospital would call me bright and early in the morning to have my baby. That’s what happened when I had Aleksander, and I KNEW that they would call me in the morning on this kid as well.

When 7am, 10am, and 2pm passed on November 11th without anyone calling me, I began to worry. Did the hospital forget about me? Did they lose my phone number? Were they REALLY busy?? So I called the hospital only for the registration gal to inform me that they had delivered 30 babies that day already and they had all my info and would call me when a bed was available….damn.

November 11th rolled into the 12th and once again I was waiting for that call bright and early in the morning—nothing. I was completely agitated at this point because I kept thinking to myself, “I would’ve had my baby already.” So 7am, 10am, 2pm, 5pm and even 9pm passed without a freakin’ phone call from these guys.

I had been laying off the gassy foods for the past 2 days and I was getting antsy. So I helped myself to a nice big burrito for dinner and said “fuck ‘em.” At 11pm I layed in bed and breathed a nice sigh to myself at the day’s end when my stupid phone rang. Yes, it was the hospital, yes they had a bed for me, and yes I was probably going to shit all over the staff from my big ass burrito that I just ate.

So I get to the hospital before midnight on the 12th and they immediately put Cervidil on my cervix to start the contractions. I was only 1cm when I arrived there, and I was still 1cm 12 hours after that crap was applied. I was moved to another room, given Pitocin and that’s when I felt the contractions start. It was extremely painful so I ordered an epidural. Once that was administered, everything was great, and I was happy….until it wore off 2.5 hours later and I felt everything all over again. Yes, that’s right….the epidural did not work and I had complete sensation in my abdomen and legs. I was 6cm at this point.

The contractions wore on all throughout the night and a second epidural was administered higher up on my back. That again, lasted only for 2.5 hours. That was all they could do for me and I suffered in intense pain the rest of the time.

I was at 8cm when my water broke at 11pm on the 13th.

The baby’s heart rate was fluctuating and they took me off the abdominal monitors and placed a monitor on the baby’s scalp. It was creepy, uncomfortable and I was too drugged up to really understand it all.

At 7am on the 14th, I was elated to see my OB Doctor arrive. I thought for sure it was time….it wasn’t. I was 9cm and he had a scheduled C-section to perform on the other side of town. He said he’s be back in a few hours and then deliver. YES!! FINALLY!!!

At 9:30 am my nurse told me to start pushing because my doctor was on his way. I pushed for 15 minutes before he arrived to deliver my baby. I pushed another 15 minutes with the doctor and FINALLY had D at 10:03am. He had the cord wrapped around his neck and wasn’t breathing too well when he came out, but he’s doing great now. He was 8lbs 5oz and 21 inches long.

This L&D was crazy!! It was stressful and lengthy, but it was DEFNINTELY worth it. And luckily, in the end, I didn’t shit on anyone! :)
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