Adam and I had made plans to go to a movie and out to eat once he got home from his school activity. He was supposed to pick me up around 5:30 or 6:00. Well 5:30 came and went. 6 and 6:30 came and went......Finally I get a phone call around 7:15...the bus had some problems and he was just getting home. All he was talking about was how tired he was...>Great. I told him "Well if you weren't so tired I'd invite you over and we could rent a movie..." he was here within 10 minutes. We drove the 2 miles down my road to the video store and rented "I Know What You Did Last Summer". He touched the small of my back on the left side...first time he'd ever touched me....funny what one remembers. After the movie we just talked and then he was getting ready to leave....I honestly didn't care if we saw each other again. I thought i might just like being single. As he was tying his shoes, he looked up and asked if he could come back the next night. Before i knew what I was doing "Yes" was coming out of my mouth.....The next night was amazing and well the rest is history...our history! :)
2 years ago today I woke up in Adena's birthing room and took a shower. Around 9 am the nurse came in and they strarted my pitocin. The Dr. checked me and I was only 3 cm but 100% effaced. The pitocin made my contractions really hard. They were all in my back and would never completely relax down. My monitor stayed above the 1/2 way line constantly. Around 10:30 they checked...yea still a 3...maybe 3 1/2 they said. They turned my pitocin off for a while to let the Baby rest from the hard contractions. Around 11 the Dr. came in and turned it back up and broke my water....she also decided to "make me a 4". Around 1 I was transferred to the delivery room and received an epidural........they are wonderful! :) I was still a 4.............
3:00....still a 4............... 5:00..............still a 4.......................7:00...We are really starting to think that a C-section is a real possibility. The nurses come in to check and are always just shaking their heads. At about 7:15 the Dr. comes in and checks me...Still a 4 she says. "I'm going to try and make you a 5......" About 7:25 I asked my Mom to get a nurse...it felt like my cathetar was coming out. The nurse poked in and said they were finishing up another delivery and would be right in. At about 7:28 the Dr. came in and took a look.." You're complete!" she says. Now in my head I know that complete is 10cm...ready to push. BUT less than 15 minutes ago she was MAKING ME a 5!!!! What do you mean I ask? "That's not the cathetar honey, that's your baby! His head is almost out!" They asked if I knew how to push. I told them that I had watched a LOT of TLC and discovery channel. I tried a push and they said it was very effective pushing. I pushed again. The doctor told me that during the next push she would tell me to stop pushing and that I would need to listen to her so she could suction out the baby's mouth....The nurse and I were joking and I started laughing really hard. The Dr. grabbed my knees and told me to stop pushing...(Disclaimer: I was not pushing..I was merely laughing...) Brennen's cord was wrapped around his little neck 3 times....Once she untangled it I reached down and finished delivering my baby boy at 7:33 pm!... 7lb 13oz! The happiest day of my life!!! I am a very lucky woman in that if I could relive that las 1/2 hour over and over again I would. Once he was out I fed him as the Dr. worked at stitching me up....I had lost a lot of blood and suddenly it sounded like everyone was so far away. I told Adam to get the baby and at that point everyone LOOKED really far away too. Adam said that I looked dead i was so grey...The nurses looked a little freaked out...but 2 boxes of OJ later I was ok. The epidural didn't wear off until late the next day. I was fine as long as I stayed in bed but if I tried to get up I would start to pass out. Ok now I really have baby fever! LOL...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
10 years ago today....and 8 years after that.......
10 years ago today it was a Friday and I had just went back to school after being off all week with strep throat.
As I rode the bus home I realized that going back was not such a good idea. I felt horrible. The bus pulled up to my house, I hopped off and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. As I was setting my bookbag down on the chair Mom was asking me how I felt and the phone was ringing. Before I could tell her how miserable I was she handed me the phone. It was my best friend Stasha. Her Mom had rented a room in a hotel in Chillicothe for her and her dad's anniversiary. She was going to go up to decorate it and let the kids swim in the pool...(Stash and I were 15 and her little brother was 11 I think.....) She wanted to know if I wanted to go with her. Of course I put on my best "I feel great face", turned around and asked my mom. She asked how I felt that day.."Great!" :) She said ok. I put on my swim suit and sweats...no make-up.....and my jacket. Her Mom was there to pick me up w/i 15 minutes.
Her Mom told us that she was going to stop at Krogers to pick up a few things....Stash and I decided to wait in the truck. (A little background now......I had been dating a lifeguard that I was just crazy about....but he was a little too old and lived a little too far away and things just weren't working out. I had thought this skinny kid w/ pencil leg jeans at Krogers was cute and I had caught him looking at me a time or two. So after lifeguard and I didn't work out My Mom took me to Krogers like twice a week so I could try to see cute pencil leg jeans guy...I thought he wore them just for work....Anyway after 2 months of searching for him I had given up and decided he must have quit...for the past month Mom and I had been going to Big Bear for another guy LOL...I of course had shared this great search w/ my BFF...) So we are sitting in the truck and I'm really feeling crappy...Thinking to myself "this isn't a good idea....why am I here?" when I look out the back window and there he is...Pencil-leg jeans guy is pushing carts!!! "That's him!!! OMG That's him!!!!" (As you can imagine a 15 year old squealing to her best friend...) In my sick stupor, I tried to come up with a plan of action....completely forgetting that I'm sitting there in sweats w/ no makeup. My grand plan? Yell at him....from the back of the truck window of course!!! "Kroger Boy! Kroger Boy?" I see him look aruond and panic..ducking behind the seat. New plan. I'm going to write my number down and give it to him. I search my pockets and find my school excuse....and the only thing I could find in the truck to write with....lipstick! That was too corny...even for the girl w/ no make-up who had just yelled "Kroger Boy". So we snuck out of the truck and went inside, up to the customer service desk, where I nonchalantly asked for a pen. I wrote on the paper my phone number and headed back outside. He was pushing carts and his back was towards us. As we got closer I started to panic. Stasha grabbed the paper out of my hand and dropped it in the cart he was pushing and we took off. (How stupid we must have looked....)
At this point we are back in the truck and are simply laughing at the whole thing. I catch a glimpse of the rear-view mirror...Pencil-leg jean guy is walking towards the truck. (Yes he wore a nametag..but for some reason my super memory failed me when it came to his name all those years ago....) He walks up to the window and asks whose number it is. I shyly raise my hand and a big grin breaks across his face. I see his name tag...Adam. We chat quickly about when I will be home and when he gets off......he promises to call.
That night we talked for 3 hours on the phone and set a date for the next night....Stay tuned tomorrow for the conclusion...
2 years ago today Adam and I were 5 days over due waiting on Brennen....this after being told 6 weeks earlier that he would be delivered by that weekend. I had been having contractions but nothing steady. We had an appt 4 weeks earlier where the Dr. was sure my water had broke....Evidently I peed. And the week after that the Dr. offered to send us up to the delivery floor which I understand to be the Holy Grail of offers...Basically if you are sent up, you leave w/ Baby. At that point Adam and I looked at each other and shook our heads....we didnt' want to push things if the baby wasn't ready. Now here we are...FIVE days PAST my due date and no real new signs that baby is coming. They said I was having contractions and they were getting concerned that my fluid levels were dropping....they weren't asking so much this time as telling us it was time. They wanted us to check in to the maternity floor and spend the night. Adam and I looked at each other this time and grinned....then promptly asked the Dr..."Can we leave and get something to eat?" He said to take our time and just check in on the 3rd floor...they would be expecting us. This was at like 4. I had been shopping earlier that day w/ my Mother-in law and Sister-in-law and had found the outfit I wanted to take him home in. I ran home to wash it! We went out to eat w/ my cousin Nicole at the Emmitt House and picked up our bags...It was about 8:30 before we checked in! They inserted something called cervadil, gave me 2 sleeping pills, and told me to rest. Around 10:00 we heard really loud screaming...sounded like a girl I had went to school with who was pregnant but wasn't due for a few weeks. She too was naming her baby Brennen. Now Adam and I chose Brennen because it wasn't common and being Adam and Amanda...we were all too familiar w/ going to school w/ a million people with your name. So I was at least taking solace in the fact that MY Brennen was coming first. Adam walked out in the hall and ran into a guy he went to school with....the guy that married the girl I went to school with. At 10:30 something on 2/19 they had their Brennen. Adam was sleeping like a baby by 11:00. I was listening to that Brennen cry and watching the monitors wondering when my Brennen was ever going to get here....Check in tomorrow for the conclusion.
As I rode the bus home I realized that going back was not such a good idea. I felt horrible. The bus pulled up to my house, I hopped off and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. As I was setting my bookbag down on the chair Mom was asking me how I felt and the phone was ringing. Before I could tell her how miserable I was she handed me the phone. It was my best friend Stasha. Her Mom had rented a room in a hotel in Chillicothe for her and her dad's anniversiary. She was going to go up to decorate it and let the kids swim in the pool...(Stash and I were 15 and her little brother was 11 I think.....) She wanted to know if I wanted to go with her. Of course I put on my best "I feel great face", turned around and asked my mom. She asked how I felt that day.."Great!" :) She said ok. I put on my swim suit and sweats...no make-up.....and my jacket. Her Mom was there to pick me up w/i 15 minutes.
Her Mom told us that she was going to stop at Krogers to pick up a few things....Stash and I decided to wait in the truck. (A little background now......I had been dating a lifeguard that I was just crazy about....but he was a little too old and lived a little too far away and things just weren't working out. I had thought this skinny kid w/ pencil leg jeans at Krogers was cute and I had caught him looking at me a time or two. So after lifeguard and I didn't work out My Mom took me to Krogers like twice a week so I could try to see cute pencil leg jeans guy...I thought he wore them just for work....Anyway after 2 months of searching for him I had given up and decided he must have quit...for the past month Mom and I had been going to Big Bear for another guy LOL...I of course had shared this great search w/ my BFF...) So we are sitting in the truck and I'm really feeling crappy...Thinking to myself "this isn't a good idea....why am I here?" when I look out the back window and there he is...Pencil-leg jeans guy is pushing carts!!! "That's him!!! OMG That's him!!!!" (As you can imagine a 15 year old squealing to her best friend...) In my sick stupor, I tried to come up with a plan of action....completely forgetting that I'm sitting there in sweats w/ no makeup. My grand plan? Yell at him....from the back of the truck window of course!!! "Kroger Boy! Kroger Boy?" I see him look aruond and panic..ducking behind the seat. New plan. I'm going to write my number down and give it to him. I search my pockets and find my school excuse....and the only thing I could find in the truck to write with....lipstick! That was too corny...even for the girl w/ no make-up who had just yelled "Kroger Boy". So we snuck out of the truck and went inside, up to the customer service desk, where I nonchalantly asked for a pen. I wrote on the paper my phone number and headed back outside. He was pushing carts and his back was towards us. As we got closer I started to panic. Stasha grabbed the paper out of my hand and dropped it in the cart he was pushing and we took off. (How stupid we must have looked....)
At this point we are back in the truck and are simply laughing at the whole thing. I catch a glimpse of the rear-view mirror...Pencil-leg jean guy is walking towards the truck. (Yes he wore a nametag..but for some reason my super memory failed me when it came to his name all those years ago....) He walks up to the window and asks whose number it is. I shyly raise my hand and a big grin breaks across his face. I see his name tag...Adam. We chat quickly about when I will be home and when he gets off......he promises to call.
That night we talked for 3 hours on the phone and set a date for the next night....Stay tuned tomorrow for the conclusion...
2 years ago today Adam and I were 5 days over due waiting on Brennen....this after being told 6 weeks earlier that he would be delivered by that weekend. I had been having contractions but nothing steady. We had an appt 4 weeks earlier where the Dr. was sure my water had broke....Evidently I peed. And the week after that the Dr. offered to send us up to the delivery floor which I understand to be the Holy Grail of offers...Basically if you are sent up, you leave w/ Baby. At that point Adam and I looked at each other and shook our heads....we didnt' want to push things if the baby wasn't ready. Now here we are...FIVE days PAST my due date and no real new signs that baby is coming. They said I was having contractions and they were getting concerned that my fluid levels were dropping....they weren't asking so much this time as telling us it was time. They wanted us to check in to the maternity floor and spend the night. Adam and I looked at each other this time and grinned....then promptly asked the Dr..."Can we leave and get something to eat?" He said to take our time and just check in on the 3rd floor...they would be expecting us. This was at like 4. I had been shopping earlier that day w/ my Mother-in law and Sister-in-law and had found the outfit I wanted to take him home in. I ran home to wash it! We went out to eat w/ my cousin Nicole at the Emmitt House and picked up our bags...It was about 8:30 before we checked in! They inserted something called cervadil, gave me 2 sleeping pills, and told me to rest. Around 10:00 we heard really loud screaming...sounded like a girl I had went to school with who was pregnant but wasn't due for a few weeks. She too was naming her baby Brennen. Now Adam and I chose Brennen because it wasn't common and being Adam and Amanda...we were all too familiar w/ going to school w/ a million people with your name. So I was at least taking solace in the fact that MY Brennen was coming first. Adam walked out in the hall and ran into a guy he went to school with....the guy that married the girl I went to school with. At 10:30 something on 2/19 they had their Brennen. Adam was sleeping like a baby by 11:00. I was listening to that Brennen cry and watching the monitors wondering when my Brennen was ever going to get here....Check in tomorrow for the conclusion.
Monday, February 9, 2009
1,2,3.....
4,5,6,7,8,9, and 10!
That's what Brennen can count to!! AH!
I came home the other night all excited that he stacked four blocks and counted them as he was stacking them...My mom nonchalantly tells me "Oh when I was watching him the other day he counted to 10 along with Noggin..." So I'm thinking he's said the numbers after them...didn't get excited.
Well last night he was taking his bath and we let all the water out. Aunt Nicole got him these cool foam letters and numbers that stick everywhere...I was having him help me put them back in the container and I started
counting...1...2...3...and then Brennen picks up with "four, fie, sic, se'en, ay, nye, ten!" And then he did it again!!! Such a proud Mommy moment!!! I love numbers and math....Adam HATES numbers and math....we were REALLY hoping he took after his Momma here and there is hope!!
I love my little man! Ever since he got sick a few weeks ago, he's been the sweetest baby ever! He's all into giving hugs and kisses !! So anyway I'm done gushing about my wonderful little man...I MISS HIM!! Ok enough..
back to work....
That's what Brennen can count to!! AH!
I came home the other night all excited that he stacked four blocks and counted them as he was stacking them...My mom nonchalantly tells me "Oh when I was watching him the other day he counted to 10 along with Noggin..." So I'm thinking he's said the numbers after them...didn't get excited.
Well last night he was taking his bath and we let all the water out. Aunt Nicole got him these cool foam letters and numbers that stick everywhere...I was having him help me put them back in the container and I started
counting...1...2...3...and then Brennen picks up with "four, fie, sic, se'en, ay, nye, ten!" And then he did it again!!! Such a proud Mommy moment!!! I love numbers and math....Adam HATES numbers and math....we were REALLY hoping he took after his Momma here and there is hope!!
I love my little man! Ever since he got sick a few weeks ago, he's been the sweetest baby ever! He's all into giving hugs and kisses !! So anyway I'm done gushing about my wonderful little man...I MISS HIM!! Ok enough..
back to work....
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