I promised you some funny stories and Hayden is asleep, so here ya go ;)
After two weeks of being a new mommy, I had my "I'm officially in the MOM club!" realization when I woke up after a really long night of hardly and decided since Hayden was still sleeping that I would eat breakfast in peace. Well, I go to pour a good ole' bowl of Tucan Sam's finest, Froot Loops and realize that nature's a callin.. GREAT, I already poured the milk and you know the cereal is not good if it's all soggy and even then the only ones that would be crunchy are the ones on the top. So, you know the saying, there's a first for everything... Well, just picture me sitting on the throne, eating some cereal, praying to the good Lord above that Hayden didn't wake up OR that my husband didn't walk in to capture a priceless Kodak moment. Just about two bites in, you'll never guess what I looked down and saw. Nope, not the latest issue of parenting magazine with "Mastering Multi-Tasking" on the front! Your right if you guessed, dried baby poop all over my hand! Needless to say, I didn't get to have that bowl of froot loops after all...
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Earthquakes and Labor and Delivery, OH MY!
I'M GIVING YA' A HEAD'S UP! This post may make you laugh, cry, throw up in your mouth, but I am not to be held responsible. It's your prerogative, ladies and gents...
Hi All! It has certainly been a while since my last blog, but I have had a huge life change since my last post though. Since then, I've had a beautiful boy named, Hayden and a lot of sleepless nights. God has blessed my family immensely and given me such a new outlook and tiny understanding of how He loves us. TJ and I have had learned super fast how life has changed and how it is not about US any longer. Such a sobering experience when you realize that! Fun stories to come... (:
Ok, it all started on Tuesday, August 23rd, when I thought I was peeing myself. Yes, I said it, peeing myself. If you know me, then that's no big deal, sounds like something I would totally do anyways. HAHAHA! I was at work and I told my co-worker/friend, Betsy that I was pretty sure I was involuntarily peeing myself. She, of course was laughing and said, "No, I think your water is breaking." So, I called my OB-GYN and made a quick appointment and they told me just to hurry and come in. The doctor checked and did this "litmus" test to check and see. And, it was a BIG, FAT "NO!" So, you can imagine the disappointment in my heart, not to mention the disappointment on my face when I walked back into work.
Oh, well I guess God wants to show me truly who is in control. I go back to business, as usual and then what happens!? We have a dern earthquake! Um, hello North Carolina? Earth, did you really just shake a pen off my desk? Weird. No, I really didn't feel it, but I did answer a few phone calls from some of our customers inquiring on whether or not they had earthquake insurance. I was so tickled by what had just happened and thought that if an earthquake couldn't shimmy Hayden on out, then I don't have any clue what would. Oh, that reminds me on the multiple ways I tried to go into labor: a wild, bumpy ride on our family farm [on my due date], eating the hottest wings I've ever put on my lips [on my due date], walked my little swollen legs off every evening, had my membranes stripped, TWICE, ouchie, "Shizenberries"..
After leaving work that evening, I went home and fixed the best little dinner your heart desired, country style steak and gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, biscuits, and sweet tea. It was DE-LISH! We talked about our day and went out and did our nightly stroll. I came in and started doing the dishes and to my surprise... I felt a little trickle running down my leg, so I went waddling to the bathroom and slung my fanny on the toilet, thinking I was peeing myself again. Jumped in the tub and just stood there. I was flipping out. I waited a moment before calling TJ in there, because I was sort of embarrassed if I was really peeing and couldn't control it. I called him into the bathroom and told him what was going on and all he could do was assume that I just automatically knew what to do or if it really was my water, because I thought it was supposed to be this huge gush just like in the movies. We actually started to argue a little. Whoo-hoo. I called my mom and she told me to just got to Women's and have them check to be sure.
So, the moment I had been waiting for had come. And I wasn't really excited because I just knew it was my bladder not holding up it's end of the bargain. But, off we went. We got on Business 220 and drive up on some road workers painting the lines. REALLY?! It is 8:45 pm on a Tuesday night and I am on the way to the hospital and they are doing road work? What are the odds? So, we took our Plan B route on the back roads of Summerfield, that we had planned out.
We pull in and go into the triage and give them my name and fill out the forms and all that jazz. I finally went back and they weighed me, had me pee in a cup, and get into that sexy, backless gown and had me hooked up to those machines. That's when my nurse, Amy came in and she was this petite little ball of energy and pizazz. She tested me right away to see if it was my water and it seemed like forever waiting on the results, but she came back in and didn't waste any time in telling us, "Yep, it's your water, darlin." So, she went ahead and started my IV and went out of the room for a couple of moments and that's when the contractions began.
So, TJ made the calls, texts, and facebook updates. We were gonna have a baby! I got rolled on up to my room and the contractions started getting closer and a little stronger. Then all of my family started rolling in my room. Not just a few, I'm talkin' my mama, daddy, brother, nana, papa, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law. Well I was smiling for a while and trying to fight through the contractions. I slowly started dilating more and more and then when I was a 6 and the contractions were ROUGH! Finally at around 2:30 am, I requested my sweet and precious epidural. And that joker was nice! I slept through a butt load of contractions and finally I woke feeling like I had to push. So, the nurses came in and checked me and sure enough it was right about time.
I started to push at 8:40 am and gave birth to Hayden Thomas Easter at 9:42 am. He weighed 7 lbs. 12 oz. and was 21 and 1/4 inches long. Soon after the nurses tested him, they brought him back to do the whole precious skin-to-skin thing. That was the most rewarding moment of my life. When I was holding him, I started to feel a little dizzy and light-headed. My mom walked over to the side of the bed where I was holding him and just kind of made sure I wasn't going to drop him, because she thought I looked like I could pass out any minute. She asked the doctor if I was alright and they began to focus her attention more to the baby and start working on stitching me back up because I was losing more and more blood. One of the delivery nurses that we actually know from my home church was in the room with us and she called my mom over to show her my placenta. It had an accessory lobe and was called Vasa Previa. Basically, it was a dangerous condition that could've caused Hayden to die if my water would've actually ruptured. Around 95% of babies die in the womb from this condition. Is my God BIG TIME awesome, or what? I cannot even wrap my head around what life would be without that boy.
Meanwhile, TJ and my mom both noticed I didn't seem right. The midwife asked me to lift my legs in the stirrups and when I couldn't, she started getting concerned and called in the head surgeon for assistance with the stitching. The blood just kept coming and they couldn't really stop it, well that is when I passed out. My nurse, Jennifer woke me up with smelling salts and got me conscious long enough to drink some apple juice and eat a peanut butter cracker. Well, I went out again. That time is was a for a while. then they woke me up again long enough to talk me into a blood transfusion because my hemoglobin was a 4 and after delivery it was supposed to be between 12-15. I went out one more time. Around 3:30 that afternoon, I became conscious again. Hallelujah!
Needless to say, our hospital stay was eventful and filled with miracles from God! I'm pretty sure I've overstayed my welcome on this post, so you guys have a great night! Our God will never leave you or forsake you! :) By the way, I didn't proofread this, because I'm lazy.
Hi All! It has certainly been a while since my last blog, but I have had a huge life change since my last post though. Since then, I've had a beautiful boy named, Hayden and a lot of sleepless nights. God has blessed my family immensely and given me such a new outlook and tiny understanding of how He loves us. TJ and I have had learned super fast how life has changed and how it is not about US any longer. Such a sobering experience when you realize that! Fun stories to come... (:
Ok, it all started on Tuesday, August 23rd, when I thought I was peeing myself. Yes, I said it, peeing myself. If you know me, then that's no big deal, sounds like something I would totally do anyways. HAHAHA! I was at work and I told my co-worker/friend, Betsy that I was pretty sure I was involuntarily peeing myself. She, of course was laughing and said, "No, I think your water is breaking." So, I called my OB-GYN and made a quick appointment and they told me just to hurry and come in. The doctor checked and did this "litmus" test to check and see. And, it was a BIG, FAT "NO!" So, you can imagine the disappointment in my heart, not to mention the disappointment on my face when I walked back into work.
Oh, well I guess God wants to show me truly who is in control. I go back to business, as usual and then what happens!? We have a dern earthquake! Um, hello North Carolina? Earth, did you really just shake a pen off my desk? Weird. No, I really didn't feel it, but I did answer a few phone calls from some of our customers inquiring on whether or not they had earthquake insurance. I was so tickled by what had just happened and thought that if an earthquake couldn't shimmy Hayden on out, then I don't have any clue what would. Oh, that reminds me on the multiple ways I tried to go into labor: a wild, bumpy ride on our family farm [on my due date], eating the hottest wings I've ever put on my lips [on my due date], walked my little swollen legs off every evening, had my membranes stripped, TWICE, ouchie, "Shizenberries"..
After leaving work that evening, I went home and fixed the best little dinner your heart desired, country style steak and gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, biscuits, and sweet tea. It was DE-LISH! We talked about our day and went out and did our nightly stroll. I came in and started doing the dishes and to my surprise... I felt a little trickle running down my leg, so I went waddling to the bathroom and slung my fanny on the toilet, thinking I was peeing myself again. Jumped in the tub and just stood there. I was flipping out. I waited a moment before calling TJ in there, because I was sort of embarrassed if I was really peeing and couldn't control it. I called him into the bathroom and told him what was going on and all he could do was assume that I just automatically knew what to do or if it really was my water, because I thought it was supposed to be this huge gush just like in the movies. We actually started to argue a little. Whoo-hoo. I called my mom and she told me to just got to Women's and have them check to be sure.
So, the moment I had been waiting for had come. And I wasn't really excited because I just knew it was my bladder not holding up it's end of the bargain. But, off we went. We got on Business 220 and drive up on some road workers painting the lines. REALLY?! It is 8:45 pm on a Tuesday night and I am on the way to the hospital and they are doing road work? What are the odds? So, we took our Plan B route on the back roads of Summerfield, that we had planned out.
We pull in and go into the triage and give them my name and fill out the forms and all that jazz. I finally went back and they weighed me, had me pee in a cup, and get into that sexy, backless gown and had me hooked up to those machines. That's when my nurse, Amy came in and she was this petite little ball of energy and pizazz. She tested me right away to see if it was my water and it seemed like forever waiting on the results, but she came back in and didn't waste any time in telling us, "Yep, it's your water, darlin." So, she went ahead and started my IV and went out of the room for a couple of moments and that's when the contractions began.
So, TJ made the calls, texts, and facebook updates. We were gonna have a baby! I got rolled on up to my room and the contractions started getting closer and a little stronger. Then all of my family started rolling in my room. Not just a few, I'm talkin' my mama, daddy, brother, nana, papa, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law. Well I was smiling for a while and trying to fight through the contractions. I slowly started dilating more and more and then when I was a 6 and the contractions were ROUGH! Finally at around 2:30 am, I requested my sweet and precious epidural. And that joker was nice! I slept through a butt load of contractions and finally I woke feeling like I had to push. So, the nurses came in and checked me and sure enough it was right about time.
I started to push at 8:40 am and gave birth to Hayden Thomas Easter at 9:42 am. He weighed 7 lbs. 12 oz. and was 21 and 1/4 inches long. Soon after the nurses tested him, they brought him back to do the whole precious skin-to-skin thing. That was the most rewarding moment of my life. When I was holding him, I started to feel a little dizzy and light-headed. My mom walked over to the side of the bed where I was holding him and just kind of made sure I wasn't going to drop him, because she thought I looked like I could pass out any minute. She asked the doctor if I was alright and they began to focus her attention more to the baby and start working on stitching me back up because I was losing more and more blood. One of the delivery nurses that we actually know from my home church was in the room with us and she called my mom over to show her my placenta. It had an accessory lobe and was called Vasa Previa. Basically, it was a dangerous condition that could've caused Hayden to die if my water would've actually ruptured. Around 95% of babies die in the womb from this condition. Is my God BIG TIME awesome, or what? I cannot even wrap my head around what life would be without that boy.
Meanwhile, TJ and my mom both noticed I didn't seem right. The midwife asked me to lift my legs in the stirrups and when I couldn't, she started getting concerned and called in the head surgeon for assistance with the stitching. The blood just kept coming and they couldn't really stop it, well that is when I passed out. My nurse, Jennifer woke me up with smelling salts and got me conscious long enough to drink some apple juice and eat a peanut butter cracker. Well, I went out again. That time is was a for a while. then they woke me up again long enough to talk me into a blood transfusion because my hemoglobin was a 4 and after delivery it was supposed to be between 12-15. I went out one more time. Around 3:30 that afternoon, I became conscious again. Hallelujah!
Needless to say, our hospital stay was eventful and filled with miracles from God! I'm pretty sure I've overstayed my welcome on this post, so you guys have a great night! Our God will never leave you or forsake you! :) By the way, I didn't proofread this, because I'm lazy.
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