Sleepless Mama

Sep 2, 2014

Has it really been six weeks? Almost seven, to be exact. I’ve had my head under water for weeks and have not had the time the update the blog. Imagine that! Whew, motherhood. It is beautiful, exhausting, liberating, tireless, exciting and heart warming.

But before we dive into the good stuff about sleepless nights, breast feeding and baby acne…let’s talk LABOR!

I was a week late. Or shall I say, a week overdue. This baby boy was fully cooked! The waiting period was excruciating. However, many first time moms never have their babes on or before their due date. So I kept telling myself that. It was a Thursday night and I was not in the mood to cook. My husband Rick was working late hours before the arrival of our bambino, so he wasn’t burning down the kitchen either. I had mention going to this restaurant we used to go to ALL the time, but had not gone to in probably a year. At this point I was getting suggestions on how to get the labor process moving. I remember someone mentioning to eat eggplant parmesan. As we pull up to the restaurant, guess what was on special for the night? Yep, eggplant parm! Was this a siiiign? I was cramping some before we left, but didn’t want to get excited, since I made an embarrassing phone call to the doctor the week before thinking I was in labor. So I told Rick we were NOT going to call the doctor unless I was holding on to something in excruciating pain. I’m a nut, huh? Or some might say hard headed.

The eggplant parmesan lands in front of me and my cramps are getting worse and worse and happening about every five minutes. I scarf down that nights special and the pain was getting worse. We get home and I am walking around the house having contractions every few minutes. I decide to try and lay down, but the pain was growing. At this point I was holding on to our kitchen counter tops, in pain. I KNEW it was labor. We called the doctor who told us to come on to the hospital. Rick and I were giggling, but also in shock. IT WAS HAPPENING…FINALLY! This was our last car ride as ‘just the two of us’.

We checked into the hospital at 1:30am. I am thinking they’re going to go ahead and get me to a room, when the nurse says I am only 2cm and 80% effaced. She tells me to ‘take a walk’. I am thinking…’you’ve got to be kidding me? I HAVE to be more than 2cm dilated!’. So Rick and I walk the halls, as I grab him every two to three minutes while trying to breathe through the contractions. Within 45 minutes I had dilated from 4cm/ 100% effaced. The nurse says, ‘whoa you’re moving fast…we need to get you to a room!’. As we move to a room my water breaks, which at this point my labor is moving like a freight train that I am begging for an epidural. I was going to try and go natural, but the pain was so severe. Amen to women who can handle it! At this point they have to take your blood before they can give you an epidural. The nurse could not find my vein. It took three different nurses, when one finally got a hold of a vein. I guess working out during pregnancy wasn’t in my favor at that point. They told me since I worked out so much my veins were ropy. On top of that the computer keeps freezing up, so they have to wheel in another computer. I feel like I am in a movie. I swear I could feel his head coming down and I am thinking they aren’t going to be able to give me an epidural in time!! They finally got all the paperwork done, but one more thing, the anesthesiologist is with a patient. I am STILL waiting for some relief! I am almost 8cm dilated, past the point of getting the meds, when I INSISTED I have an epidural! Rick said he’s never seen me talk like that to someone…hell, I am IN LABOR! ;) Needless to say, I finally got the epidural. Whew, it was like a whole new world. It slowed things down tremendously, but it was much needed, in my case.

A few hours passed. I believe 3 hours? I really wasn’t aware of time at this point. All I knew is that our family was coming in one by one saying hello, which was comforting. The doctor came in to say hello and decided to check to see how progress was going. And hello, I am 10cm! Time to push! Even with the epidural (I didn’t get the full dosage) so I could still feel a lot of pressure and was ready to do this. However, every time I pushed the baby’s heart rate kept dropping to 50. Which is not safe. It would then go back up to 150 when I stopped. His head was crowning and I knew I could get this little guy out in less than 10 minutes, but his heart rate continuously kept dropping. All of a sudden the nurses threw me on my side and got his heart rate back up. The doctor said we had to do a c-section. Not the news I wanted to hear. As tears rolled down the side of my face, I knew I had to do what I had to do. Anything do give birth to a healthy baby.

More on the c-section ( which I know sounds so glamorous) in the next blog. Mr. Kash is crying…off I go to motherhood! :-)

He’s here. It’s been two weeks….ahh!

Aug 2, 2014

Kash Anthony was born Friday July 18th at 11:31am, weighing 7lbs 11oz. He is two weeks old and I have had my head under water as I learn the ways of motherhood with a newborn. I have SO much to write about and will get to it once he gets in his next nap! Oh and labor is no joke, more to come.

-Mons

Patiently. Impatiently waiting.

Jul 16, 2014

Well we’ve been through a super moon, hurricane and flash flood thunderstorms and it still didn’t have the gravity to get this baby out. He’s already stubborn like his mom and dad. It has been a long week, I can’t even lie. I’ve been trying so hard to stay positive and hopeful, but at times it gets a little discouraging. I’m five days past my due date. Which some of you are thinking ‘that’s nothing, I went two weeks!’. You’re right, it’s really not that bad. It is just that majority of the pregnancy I was told he was measuring a few days to a week ahead schedule. So mentally I wasn’t prepared to be pregnant this long. Luck me, huh? I feel bad having the sliiiiightest complaint because I’m so blessed to be able to even have a child, when I know there are people out there desperately trying to conceive. I guess what I’m really asking for is prayers. As I sit in my bed at 4:30am, unable to sleep. Which has become a normal thing these days..poor hubby, ha! I am asking you to send prayers, good vibes, baby inducing pixie dust, whatever it may be…please send my way. My doctors will let me go two weeks past my due date, but I’m hopeful he’ll signal he’s ready before then. My body has made progress and is ready to get this show on the road…but it is very clear I’m not in control. This little man is already keeping his mom on her toes! And reminding her she is not in charge. I think Rick secretly likes it. Kidding! It is just very hard to be patient when I’m so damn excited to meet him. Sunday night I even went into false labor having contractions from 11pm to 3:30am…after we spoke with the doctor, who said to come on in, the contractions tapered off. Well of course they did, I know this bambino was giggling the whole time. Good thing is, my body is signaling and making progress. Any day now! I’m hoping my body will go into labor on its own. Yet, it is very clear to me I need to let go and let it be, because hell, he’s coming out one way or another! I just hope he’s not already talking has has teeth by then. ;) Thank you all for the uplifting comments and messages…it means the world to have that kind of support. Now send me some baby inducing vibes…just no castor oil! Cheers. xo

Pregnancy pillows are da bomb.

Jul 1, 2014

I’d never heard of the pregnancy pillow until one of my girlfriends brought hers on a trip. She was in her seventh month of pregnancy, so it was essential. It was love at first sight. These pillows are like rafts. They wrap around your head and legs…like a u shape. I thought to myself, if I ever get pregnant in this lifetime that is going to be my first purchase. I will have an excuse to own one. I’m a pillow fanatic anyway. I sleep with one at my head, while I have a body pillow on each side of me. I’m tucked in like a cocoon. I know you’re thinking, poor Rick, huh? Welcome to the married life! When it’s time to get some shut eye, I need my space. :)

So I’ve had this pillow, basically since the moment I found out I was pregnant. However, sometimes in the middle of the night, if I turn on my other side (You can only sleep on your sides at this stage in the game…it is horrible!) Rick will steal my pillow when I turn from him. Yes stolen. He is the pillow snatcher. He throws his arms and legs over it and eventually we are wrestling with this darn pillow. I yell at him every morning for being a thief in the middle of the night. He keeps saying how much he loves this pillow and he wants one for himself. I refuse to have two of these over sized rafts in our bed. I promised him my pillow once the pregnancy is over…fair enough, right? Here is where it gets good. We’re at the baby store the other night just picking up some last minute things, when we finally get to the check out line. As I am piling up a few things on the counter, the employee scans a pillow behind her she is holding for someone. I immediately tell her that is not ours, when Rick pipes in and says, ‘yes it is’. With the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. First off, these pillows are expensive! We don’t need TWO of them! But if you’ve ever met Rick, he is persistent. He got what he wanted. We left with the pillow, while I just laughed and shook my head all the way home. Now it looks like there are two pregnant women sleeping in our bed. Please tell me someone else’s partner has done this?!