Life in Random

Audrey at the ballpark–June 29, 2010

I was the most miserable person on the face of the planet. 38 weeks pregnant with no end in sight. Everything from my toes to my eyelashes hurt. Not to mention, I was anxious to meet the girl who would turn our world’s upside down and inside out. April 30th couldn’t get here fast enough.

The morning of the 16th, I woke up for another miserable day of pregnancy. To be fair, I don’t think pregnancy itself is miserable and I know that some people cherish all the things that pregnancy brings. Not I. I hated being pregnant and I have never been happy about it. I would have liked to have just slept for 9 months and taken the surprise at the end. Anyway.

I woke up that morning getting ready for my appointment. Yay! Another appointment where I was going to get to be poked and prodded like a science experiment. Dylan had to go to his own appointment, so I was left alone. At my appointment, my NP saw how miserable I was and in addition to that, my blood  pressure was slightly higher than it should have been and considering that had never been an issue for me, she told me that she would strip my membranes and I should go walk for a bit but I had to check in at the hospital for a NST before the day was up.

So, Dylan’s appointment gets done, my appointment is done. We walk! We walked through Wal-Mart so I could get our last minute essentials. We walked through the mall. We walked into Starbucks (what, I wanted a muffin). At 1:30, I was having what seemed to be contractions, so off to the hospital we go.

We go to the ER and I get carted up to the 4th floor because evidently I can’t walk by myself up there because a few contractions mean the baby is just going to plop right out. I get hooked up to all the gadgets and gizmos and prods and squeezy things all to be told my contractions were nothing but a direct result of an insane UTI. I was given breathene to stop my contractions and started a VERY long course of IV antibiotics.

At 8 that evening, the on call OB came in to give me the lowdown. Apparently in all the testing they did, one showed that I had a slightly elevated risk for placental abruption. He gave me my choices. I could go home, and come back the next morning to have the test run again. I could stay overnight as an outpatient, and have the test run the next morning, or he could induce.

Right away the firm answer on induction was no. Not at 38 weeks. Dylan asked him what he would do and he said that he thought I should stay. So, that’s what we did. I sent Dylan to get me some Burger King and to gather up stuff for the boys to stay overnight at my moms. Right as he was leaving, the first contraction registered on the monitor. I saw and remember the very first contraction that started it all.

At 11 that night, after sitting through 3 hours of steady, amazingly painful contractions that were going and going, the OB came back in and told us we made the right decision. My labor was official and I was being admitted and could have my epidural. I got a shot of demoral (that’s amazing stuff when you are being given pitocin).  I get my epidural and everything is going swell…..it figures my contractions pretty much stopped, right?

After that, the OB came in and broke my water and started some Pit to get it going again. (Have I previously mentioned how much I hate Pit?) All things are go again. I am contracting and sleeping and things are swell. We didn’t call anyone or anything to tell them what was going on.

At 5 on the morning of April 17th, something popped or something and I started freaking out. I had never been in so much pain ever and it was my fail since I wasn’t pressing the button to keep my epidural going. In those moments though, I pressed the button at least 50 times. This was it….she was on her way!

About 10 minutes of pushing, I heard the ob say “it’s a girl” and I don’t think there was ever a moment in my life where I was more emotional. I was over the moon at the thought of having a daughter and at the same time….what the hell am I supposed to do with a girl?

She had SUA, which is Single Umbilical Artery. Go look it up if you are interested. I don’t want to type it all out. We had no idea about it until she was born. But, lucky for us, this 7.5 lb baby girl was super healthy.

We called the brothers to let them know their sister was here and that our lives were going to forever insane.

Tomorrow, my Princess turns 3. I can’t believe how fast it’s gone.

My baby will be 11 years old.

He went from this:

to this:

in just 11 short years. He is an amazing kid. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Even the days where he makes me completely insane. Happy Birthday Little Man! I ♥ You!

The truth is, I’d like to say I have been crazy busy since school started back. But I haven’t been. I’ve been crazy lazy. I can’t seem to get anything accomplished. It sucks a bit, but one of these days I’ll get it together.

I’ll start with P/T conferences. Of course they all went well. Not surprised. Maddux is doing well and there’s no way he needed to be held back last year. He’s already came so far in just a month. He writes beautifully and he is starting to read a bit here and there. Not too shabby I’d say.

Spencer is doing well. His handwriting is still atrocious, but when he writes in cursive you wouldn’t know it was his. It’s gorgeous. I actually got a little teary when she showed me his work. It’s on the honor roll and already made his AR goal for the 9 weeks. His teacher says she finds him hilarious, and that’s a good thing since we do too. I always said he is going to be a comedian. He’s just goofy that way.

Jakob is doing great also. Honor roll, no major behavior issues. That’s always a good thing. He is an alternate in Honors Choir this year, which I am thrilled about. He was last year too, but I let him quit. Not going to happen this year little buddy. Mama’s off the medication. Once again, for the 3rd year in a row we were told there is no reason why he shouldn’t have straight A’s. He is so easily distracted and hurried that he doesn’t care. It’s fine that he doesn’t make all A’s, just so long as he’s trying.

We went to the Zoo in Ft. Worth last Sunday and had a blast. I have TONS of pictures but haven’t uploaded a single one anywhere yet. Boo me! I’ll get to it eventually.

Demanding Diva is just that. One minute, she is the sweetest girl ever and the next I want to give her away (not that I actually would or anything). She seems to be leaving the terrible twos behind a little more each day, but then there are days where she’s completely in that zone.

Jakob went skating by himself with his friends for the first time last night. I was so nervous, but he had so much fun. He’ll have to start doing more chores if he wants to go on a regular basis though.

There’s not much else to talk about. Enjoy those little bits.

Yup, we are officially back to school. Already, I know. I can’t even believe it.

Jakob is in the 5th grade, Spencer is in the 3rd grade and Maddux is in Kindergarten. YAY boys! Today went well for all of them, not that I am at all surprised. It’s going to be a good year. And yes, I cried, but only this morning before we even left for school.