Friday, December 18, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Friday, November 6th. I was 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant. I had been cold all day so I decided to take a hot bath that night. I sat in the tub, rubbed my belly, and talked to it knowing our days together were numbered. Around 9:45, Wade and I started getting ready for bed. By 9:55, Wade was sacked out and I was right behind him. Right around 10:00, I got a big cramping contraction. It wasn’t out of the ordinary but just a little stronger. I started squirming in bed a little which woke up Wade. I told him I was fine, not to turn on the light. I decided to try to stand up to take away some of the strain of the contraction. At that point, Wade turned on the light as I’d only had to stand up through a contraction one other time. As I stood, I noticed a little drip down my legs. I looked at Wade and shockingly stuttered, “Something is running down my legs!” It’s so cliché but I really thought I was just peeing on myself. Everyone had told me that’s what it felt like. It wasn’t a “big gush” just a constant trickle. Wade immediately started loading up the car while I paced our room talking myself out of the fact that this could be real. I texted Lindsay and Mom (who was staying at Lindsay’s) “Something’s happening?!” Neither called nor texted back. I decided to just wait it out and see what happened. Wade continued to load our bags while I stammered crazy things like, “Maybe this isn’t real. I mean I’d hate to wake everyone up for nothing. Maybe I really did just pee my pants (oops, there’s some more fluid!). Let’s not go to the hospital yet (hang on here comes another contraction—they were 3 minutes apart by this point). I need a shower.” At which point, I jumped in the shower then proceeded to straighten my hair while Wade, frustratingly, watched on. Around 11:00, after talking to Mom and Lindsay and being convinced maybe this was the real thing, I told Wade we should probably head to the hospital. He looked at me and said, “Sara, the car’s loaded and ready in the driveway. You just need to finish packing your bag.”
Upon arrival to OB receiving at 11:23, I got to state those 4 words that I had only dreamt of telling the receptionist, “My water has broken!” Immediately, a door opened and I was ushered inside. Within 30 minutes, Dr. Griffin poked her head around my curtain and told me what was about to happen. She would check my fluid to ensure it wasn’t urine and then check my cervix to see if I had dilated since my Tuesday appointment (in which I was “a good 1 cm.”) As soon as she started checking my fluid, with eyebrows raised, she stated, “Oh yeah, that’s amniotic fluid. Sara, you’re already 4 centimeters!” Wade was holding my hand and we shared an excited smile. We’ll never forget her next statement because it still seemed so surreal. She looked at us and said matter-of-factly, “You guys are having a baby tonight!” She walked back around the curtain and asked the nurse to start our paperwork to be transferred to labor and delivery. Wade and I just sat there, unsure what to do next. By around 12:30 a.m., we were transferred to labor and delivery. One nurse came in to start my IV and draw labs while another, Hope, came in to hook me up to the fetal monitor and get me settled. Hope would be my nurse for the night. Little did we know at the time how perfect of a fit she was for our situation. I told both nurses of my intentions to have a natural, drug-free delivery. The IV nurse looked at me questioningly and stated, “Well, I’m drawing your lab work so if you change your mind and want an epidural, the anesthesiologist will already have everything he needs.” She walked out of the room. I was a little discouraged but then Hope looked at me and gave me her little pep talk. She said, “OK, Sara, you can do this. I’ve been at UMC for 4 years and very few people want this option. Almost every delivery here involves Pitocin, an epidural, et cetera and I never really understood why they had to be like that. Before UMC, I was at Vanderbilt and we did drug-free deliveries there all the time. I believe in you and know you have support already but I will do anything in my power to make your wishes happen. ” That’s all I needed to hear. The word ‘epidural’ was never mentioned in my room again. By around 2:00 a.m., Dr. Griffin came back to check me. Surprised, she looked at us and said, “You are 7 centimeters dilated and 100% effaced. The baby is at -1 station. I’m going to call Dr. Shiflett.” Hope looked at us and told us that we may end up being the fastest first delivery in a while in regards to how quickly things were progressing. By this time I was starting to have severe back labor pains. With Hope’s prompting, Wade took his place behind me on the hospital bed. He straddled my back and I sat at the very end of the bed with my feet almost touching the ground. With every contraction and under my direction, he would put pressure on my spine, hips, and back. I remember him squeezing my hips together so tightly and it made it so much more bearable. Everytime he would lighten up on the pressure, I would tell him, “Harder. Push harder.” He was so scared he was hurting me (turns out, the next morning, as he’d feared I had little bruises marking my back from his touches.) It was so worth it though! By around 3:00, Dr. Shiflett arrived and reassured us that she would not leave until this baby was born. Wade put up both the pink Riley Claire and blue Everett quilt to try and get me focused on something beside the pain. We would learn what our first born was in a matter of hours! At 5:00, Dr. Shiflett came in to check me again and told us that I was 100% effaced and 10 centimeters and the baby was at 0 station. The contractions were really painful at this point but Wade continued to do so good at supporting all the hurt, physically and emotionally. I knew he had to be as exhausted as I. Dr. Shiflett asked if I wanted to start trying to push. At 5:09, we started attempting to push. It took me a solid 40 minutes to push in “the right spot.” Sometime around 7:00 a.m., the day shift nurse came in to relieve Hope. She looked at her and I heard Hope state, “I’ve got too much vested in here to leave now. You can either stay and help or leave and I’ll handle it.” I was so relived that she wasn’t leaving. With each contraction, I would frantically search my room for Hope (who was usually about 2 steps away) and say, “Hope come back over here. I’m about to have another one!” She held my right hand while Wade manned his station on my left. It all seemed like a blur of pushing every 3 minutes for about 2 ½ hours. Then it got really intense. I would have 2 or 3 stacked contractions and then a 1 minute break. Around 8:10, the excitement in the room was palpable. Dr. Shiflett told me that the baby was trying to come out and, with every contraction, she’d see his little head move back and forth like he was trying to burrow his way out. At 8:24 a.m. I heard Dr. Shiflett say, “We’ve got a nuchal cord times two.” I knew that meant the cord was wrapped around his neck but she said it so calmly, I wasn’t worried. Also, I remember being relieved because I knew that meant his head was out. Within seconds, she placed our beautiful baby up on my chest. Wade was crying and looking at me. He said, “It’s our baby.” His legs and arms were so long and moving all around. He didn’t really cry much, just scowled like he was mad about being out. At some point, someone said, “It’s a boy” at which point I lifted up his right leg and confirmed with my own eyes. He cried just a little and someone noticed that there was a lot of blood. His cord clamp had come undone and he was bleeding out of his umbilical vessels. They clamped it again and cut it off closer to his tummy. Wade didn’t get to cut the cord and we were both disappointed but more relieved that he was okay. He started looking really pale and so they took him over to the warmer to get him cleaned and warmed up. His Apgars, I would later find out were 9 at 1 minute and 9 at 5 minutes.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
--I have roller-bladed the halls of my high school at lock-ins, not sleeping for a full day.
--I have worked 12 hour night shifts around Christmas and not slept for days so that I could celebrate with my family during the day.
--A few weeks ago, I stayed up for 40+ hours, laboring a child out of me in the middle of that.
For the last 3 days, our beautiful son has decided he prefers his groceries every 90 minutes, day and night. I have never been so tired in all of my 30 years.
Friday, November 20, 2009
This is for his days on the farm when he visits Wade's parents and my Dad. Uncle Cliff has already mentioned tractor rides. Maybe in a few years!
Everett is super fired up about his e shirt! We're working on the model poses. Next week: GQ cover shoot.
Have a great weekend!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
One last profile shot before leaving the house! My water had just broken and this was between the every 3 minute contractions. So excited...
10 hours later, quite the reward. It's a boy!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
It's funny how people start acting at this point. My family calls or texts about 5 times a day. Do they really think I'm going to forget to call when something happens? Wade's concerned I'll call my Mom BEFORE I call him. I think it's kinda funny. I would compare it to when Wade and I had been dating a while. For those of you who have been around a while, you know Wade's a mighty cautious fella. Here's the short version of the story...
We had been dating about 8 months when I really thought it was real. No, it wasn't love at first sight or anything totally romantic (or unreal) like that. I just started feeling like something was different with him. I was leaving for a week in May to go to New Orleans to prepare for my nursing boards with two friends from school. Wade was coming over to my house to see me off and I suddenly had the urge to tell him that I loved him. Neither one of us had said it yet and I was freaking out. I had lost a friend in a car accident a few years before and didn't feel like I told her I loved her/cherished our friendship enough and I always regretted that. Anyway, telling Wade I loved him felt like it was a huge weight on my shoulders. When he came over, I awkwardly blurted it out. He looked stunned and I'm pretty sure he thanked me or something when my friends knocked on the door to pick me up. I got in the car and told them and they were mortified that he hadn't said it back. I felt such relief though. I didn't care that he had not repeated it because I wasn't telling him to hear it back. I was telling him because I HAD to, that simple. Well, cute and all, right? I didn't say it again. I wasn't going to pressure him but I felt like, if anything happened, he knew how I felt. Fast forward almost a year. Yes, YEAR!!! He still had not said the L word and, no, I had not repeated it. Lindsay lived in California and most of my other friends lived across the country travel nursing. Every single time I called one of those unsupportive bitches, the first thing was, "Did he say it?" Now, at this point we'd been dating a year and a half. Did they really think I would have forgotten to call them? Did they really have to re-remind me everytime we spoke that, "No, he hasn't. I was actually calling to get your chicken salad recipe. However, thanks again, for reminding me on this beautiful Saturday. Gotta go." Well, yes, he finally said it 18 months after our first date and, honestly, I wouldn't change a thing. It seems to have worked out well for us. Anyway, long story to say that this baby waiting feels exactly like that.
I'll call to chit chat with Mom and she's all out of breath, "Yeah????"
To which I reply, "What are you guys doing?"
She's stuttering back like a school girl, "Nothing, what's up? How ya feel? Any contractions?"
"Uh, yeah, but no more than normal and, no, I'm not calling to say get in the car. I was just going to ask what your platelet count was yesterday and what your doctor said about the chemo."
Family and friends: I promise I will let you know the second anything happens. You need not blow up my phone, text, e-mail, etc. I know it's the first grandchild, niece/nephew, yadda yadda yadda, but it will happen and when it does, we have a list of 179 people to notify. I'll need a little help. And a final note...Mom, you know good and well, you will be the first to know. Lindsay, you'll be a mighty close second. As for Wade's "list of people to call first", I have no control.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Our finished product...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Today Lindsay and I are headed down to South Louisiana for my family shower this Saturday. To say I'm fired up about it would be a complete understatement. As some of you know, (almost) my entire family lives in South LA and most of our close friends. We don't get to see all these folks nearly enough and the last time they were all gathered together was probably our wedding shower down there (the day before Katrina!) I'll be sure to post pics next week. Until then, have a great weekend!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Scene: Mom's living room
Setting: Me trying to explain to Reid that the baby could hear everything he was saying to it.
Reid: Yeah, I already knew that.
Me: Oh, well then you have to be careful what you say.
Reid: (eyeing my belly thoughtfully with the almost outie belly button) Is the baby's ear hole, where it hears, through your belly button?
Me: Yeah, Reid, that's the "ear hole."
Scene: Mom's living room
Setting: Me explaining to Reid how big Cooper (Lindsay's dog) is.
Reid: Cooper's almost as tall as me!
Me: Reid, do you realize that Cooper weighs more than you?
Reid: How much?
Me: Almost 100 pounds.
Reid: (with eyes lit up) Oh my gosh. That's so much. You don't weigh 100 pounds do you?
Me: No, Reid, I haven't weighed 100 pounds in a long time.
Reid: Yeah, I didn't think you were that fat but you have gotten fatter since the last time I saw you (turned around on his heel and walked away.)
Here's the tool man himself at our house. He and Wade were trying to "act manly." I do love that boy!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
1. I have been working alot lately which puts me up at 5:30 and, I'm sorry, but I cannot fall asleep before 9 pm or so.
2. When I'm not working, I just wake up spontaneously around 5 am. It's not like I'm uncomfortable and can't sleep and I still haven't had to wake up to pee all through the night. I just wake up ready for the day. I'll lay there for about 30 minutes then get stir crazy and slide out of bed in order to not wake the Prince lost in Dreamland beside me. This puts me exhausted at around 3 pm and walking around in zombie-like fashion.
I'm pretty sure God is looking down giggling softly to himself. Is he getting me ready? If so, why? Can't I just learn to not sleep when Baby gets here or at least in the last few weeks when I'm bound to get too uncomfortable to sleep? My only solution is to try, try again. I don't have to work tomorrow so maybe if I take a warm bath, read a good book, and get snuggled in around 9 pm I'll have better success...the whole "wind down" thing which I inevitably suck at. Or maybe I'll just pop a Benadryl and call it done.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Last week was our first shower. I'm behind on updating pics because Wade and I opted to have an extreme lazy weekend filled with eating, laughing, napping, and FOOTBALL! We were happily unproductive. It's one of the last weekends before we take on the "parent role" that we have free so we took full advantage. Will update pics as soon as I have a day off!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
My Mom has not felt good this past week. She's been short of breath and just tired, in general. After an X-ray with her oncologist revealed more "spots" on the base of her lung, we braced for the worst. If you've followed my Mom's progress, we have received virtually no GOOD medical news since January. She was sent to the pulmonologist in Tupelo to look at her CT and do a bronch (camera down her airway to look at the inside of her lungs.) Anyway, when I got out of OB receiving I got a groggy phone call from Mom. She was told that the spots on the base looked simply like an infection and, here's the biggest part......(drum roll).....Out of the 5 spots that were originally on her lung, only 3 could be appreciated. The chemo could actually be working even after all the problems! Mom informed us that, "We may have to keep her longer than we originally thought!" Our goal when she was diagnosed was to make it to November to hold her first grandchild. Don't want to jinx anything, but we feel like we've got that goal all but sealed up. Now, moving on to the next goal: Rookie's baptism. We're taking baby steps around here!
The three of us tailgating pre-game
On Saturday, we drove over to my Uncle and Aunt's house to watch the Saints game and eat some fabulous crab and shrimp pasta. The Rookie also kicked during the entire Saints game. I'm taking that as a good sign. Here's a crazy story though about my beloved Saints:
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This post is for you Lindsay and Mollie. This should clear a few things up...
--"The linea alba is a fibrous structure that runs down the midline of the abdomen in humans and other vertebrates. The name means white line and the linea alba is indeed white, being composed mostly of collagen connective tissue.
It is formed by the fusion of the aponeuroses of the abdominal muscles, and it separates the left and right rectus abdominis muscles. In muscular individuals its presence can be seen on the skin, forming the depression between the left and right halves of a "six pack.""--Wikipedia
--Linea nigra is that dark (sometimes crooked, and that's okay) line that runs up a prego girl's belly.
--The Bionic Woman, Lindsay Wagner, does spell her name with an A! I googled.
Lindsay, one day you'll realize that I haven't been wrong in 30 years and you should just quit trying to dispute me. Until then, bless your little soul.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
We had our first Lamaze class last night too. Can I just say: I heart Lamaze. Not only was it relaxing but extremely informative too. I didn't realize quite how stupid I was with all this labor stuff. I was shocked to learn that I was the only one in the class that is going to even try to labor without an epidural. That makes me sad. I don't know that I won't have to have an epidural. I realize this is like no pain I've ever felt before but I'd like to at least try. Wade is not convinced at this time b/c as I have mentioned, his heart literally breaks if he sees me get a nosebleed. It just kills him to see me "in pain" (though I have assured him that nosebleeds are completely painless!) We'll see though.
I have to work all Labor Day weekend and Monday. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and holiday. I'll be sitting pretty in a climate controlled unit with my only Vitamin D coming through the window. I'll be happy if I'm at least sitting though. Probably wishful thinking...
Sunday, August 30, 2009
The nursery is finally starting to come together. We have art to add for the walls and a few other final touches but at least there's now room for the Rookie. It's still so strange to walk by that room and see a crib.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Next, you add the "crackle" which is basically glue. It's supposed to make it look distressed a bit once you put on the top coat. Here goes the cracklin'...
I mostly watched but I also took pictures and gave Homet constructive criticism as he went. He appreciated it so much. Here's Hom putting on the top coat. We were so determined to finish this step that day. Notice it's now dark outside and probably about 10:00 (both of us having to work in the morning.) We're a hard-headed bunch in this Watts' home.
This is what the top looks like. This will be our chest/changing table. It's not quite complete yet. Wade sealed it last night and I have to get the pulls for it today. I'll have to take a pic of the completely finished project but I think it's going to look good in the nursery. Regardless, we just keep thinking, "All this work and then all the baby's going to do is poop on it." Oh well, Rook will have the most hard earned pooping station on the block.
Another thing this week that's been fun has been that we've received a few gifts from friends and it's like Christmas but for my belly. We keep showing the Rook (aka my stomach) all the gifts and I'm pretty sure he/she is pretty fired up about getting here to try it all out. These adorable little outfits are from a good friend, Mandy, from my work. We'll always have a story to tell Rookie about Mandy because when I was 5 weeks pregnant and we were not telling a soul (well, except Lindsay but she doesn't count b/c she's basically me but short with lighter hair), I got very sick at work. Hindsight says it was probably the second "flare-up" of the Mexican parasite that came back to haunt several more times. Anyway, I digress, I got real sick and had to be wheeled down to UMC's ER. When they were asking me history questions, Mandy was right by my side (she had worked the night before and offered to take care of me until Wade could get to the hospital.) Well, the nurse asked if there was any chance I could be prego. I just looked up at Mandy and cried, "Oh please don't tell anyone. I haven't even told my Mom yet!" Her mouth hit the floor, she rubbed my back, and quietly said, "My lips are sealed." Y'all she didn't tell a soul and we didn't tell work people until I was about 10-12 weeks. Therefore, sweet, lips sealed Mandy is only the second person in the world to know we were preggers! Here's what she gave me last week. I can't believe we'll have a person that size soon!
A few days later, I get home after a crappy day at work and Wade tells me that there's a surprise in the nursery. I cautiously walked back there to find this...
Yeah, one of my best friends, Mollie (aka Aunt Buff to the Rookie), with Lindsay's help, snuck into our house and left us the stroller that goes with our carseat. Lindsay, Mollie, and I walk alot(and used to run alot 'fore I gained a baby) and she decided I needed something to hold our crap (cell phones, money, sunglasses) in when we go walking post-baby so she got our stroller. Next, came putting it together.
Let me tell you. I was fired up but my Hubs, oh man, was he excited. He "strolled" all over the house and stated (to the invisible baby in the stroller), "Mom's at work and we need to go to the grocery. Let's go get some cream of chicken soup." He then proceeded to walk around and reach up for the invisible c of c soup. I could NOT stop laughing. Here's him just a strollin' with our invisible Rookie...
He's trying to pop it up so that it folds up and is smaller to store. However, don't let this fool you. He wanted it to stay in the corner of the living room. A few minutes later, I was wheeling it back to the nursery to try and fit it in the closet and he shouted, "Hey, where are you going with our stroller? I want it to stay in the living room for a while. You get to look at your stomach all the time and think about a baby but I don't. I want to look at the stroller and get used to the idea." That was 3 days ago and the stroller still sits in the corner of our living room. The invisible baby loves it.