Bath-time!

2009-10-09T18:15:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was Robbie's first real bath. I know it's a little late, but I wanted to wait till his Daddy was able to be here and help with it. Wouldn't want him to miss out on the first bath. :) Also, I didn't want to give Rob a bath right before bed just in case it was something he hated it. Up till yesterday I had just been giving him sponge baths.

Anyway Robbie LOVED it! He was so bright eyed and alert, and he was soo quiet the rest of the day!

He also had his 1-month doctor's appointment today. He's 11lb 5oz, and 24in! Two feet long! He got his second dose of Hep B...so he's been really sleepy all day. I'm hoping he'll sleep most of the night.

Sleepy at the doctor's.

Doctor said to stick with the feeding schedule that we have (4oz every 3 hours...except for when Grandma throws things off). Feed him at 8, again at 11, and try to knock out the 3am feeding. Ohh wouldn't that be nice?!

He goes again next month for a couple more shots. I hate seeing him in pain! It breaks my heart! Today I just wanted to sweep him up off of the table and smother him with love. He did pretty well though, only wailed for a second, then wimpered on and off. My little champ. :)

The start of something...wonderful?

2009-10-07T09:23:00.000-07:00

I've finally decided to take the dive...and start a blog of my very own. I'm not sure what direction it's going in, or if anyone will even read it...but here goes!

So, what do you write for the first entry? I guess I could start with the best morning of my life...September 5, 2009.

A precious baby boy by the name Robert joined the noisy bright world at 9:30am.

I look wonderful, eh? Rob's not the only one that looks like a conehead.

Proud daddy!!

My whole world in one picture.

Proud granparents. Nona and Pop-pop.

Grandma-ma. It's never to early to spoil a baby, right?

First poopy diaper...Daddy jumped right in!

Friday, September 4th I was scheduled to go in for an induction. I was 41 weeks pregnant, and ready to have that baby! That morning we got up nice and early (after hardly sleeping at all!) and went to Waffle House for a hearty breakfast. Lo and behold, there was an adorable squishy baby at the table across from us, of course making us even more anxious to have this whole process done with. After breakfast, we head to the hospital, park and make our way to Family Birthplace. The man at the desk getting our information was suuper nice. His name was Brian, I remember because Jason made the comment "Every Brian I've known has been super cool". Anyway, he asks me a bunch of questions, one of them being "when was your last menstrual cycle?" I just stared at him, trying to think...it had been almost a year! Wow how time flies.

We're shown our rooms, and settle in for the long haul. I knew it's been a long weekend, considering I had to progress in terms of labor. I don't think Jason realized exactly what we were getting into though. After settling in, we kinda sit around and wait. They started my first dose of medicine around 10 (Citavil, I believe it was called), and it take 3-4 hours to go through the full dose. We start getting ansy and anxious, and looking forward to family and friends coming up. Little did I know that morning would be the most peaceful one in a verry long time. Don't get me wrong, I love that so many people came by, and I'm so thankful they were here for me...but it was like a party in my room! I felt bad for the nurses trying to squeeze their way in to do their jobs!

4 hours roll by, and they check...and no progress. They start another dose of the Citavil around 3, so hopefully there would be progress by 7. No such luck. Barely dialated, mostly effaced, but no new progress. They decided that they would give me a break from that particular medicine, and start me on Cervidil, the stronger version, and it had a 12 hour cycle. SInce I had nothing to eat since Waffle House that morning (besides some yummy beef broth.....), I was allowed to eat before they would start any new treatment on me. I don't even have to tell you how excited I was thinking about real food. I decided on a chicken cheesesteak fron Manny's...and cheese fries. Jason's mom goes out and gets the food, getting back around 745. I finished up my dinner, and as I was leaning over my tray to wrap up the other half of my sub..."pop". And then "gush"...my water breaks! I froze up and look at Annie and Dom, and shakingly say "I think my water just broke." We look at each other like "what do we do?" Finally I snap out of it, ask Dom to leave the room and I call a nurse, telling her "I think my water broke." (Even though I was pretty damn sure that it had). I wake Jason and the nurse comes in and checks, sure enough. I was also 2 cm by then. (around 830).

I don't remember a lot happening after this, but I do remember my contractions starting...and they were painful. Jason, Celeste and my mom were talking me through them, making sure that I take deep breaths. I manage to breath through them for a couple hours, even managing to get up and take a shower on the birthing ball. That was wonderful...until I had to get back up. I was 3 cm around 3 in the morning, and I asked for my epidural. The. Most. Wonderful. Thing. I kept hearing about how painful it was to get....not the case at all. The intial needle felt like a little pinch, then there was pressure...then SWEET relief. The checked me at 4, and i was at 4 cm, when they checked again (I don't remember what time it was) I was at 6! I remember going back to sleep, thinking, when I reach 8 cm, I'll start calling family. Well, there wasn't time for that. I woke around 630 with really bad pressure, and that continued until 730. I called a nurse, and explained to her that I was feeling a lot of pressure, even with the epi. Someone finally came in to check me at 8, and they told me that I was fully dialated! My exact reaction: "Oh shit". I woke Jason up (again) and had him start making phone calls. My midwife had me roll on my side with my leg thrown over, because that would help open up my pelvis. The pressure kept getting worse and worse, until I had to breath through contractions again. I finally said "I feel like I have to push". They started getting things set up, and I got really nauseous. I got sick a couple times, which apparently helped the baby get into the birth canal. I pushed on my side for a little while, then I rolled onto my back. After a couple pushes the midwife started to get her gown on and I realized...this is it! I though it was going to take a lot longer. They asked if I wanted a mirror, and I said yes. It was so amazing to be able to see my baby enter the world...the first peek of his head was so much motivation. I didn't want to stop pushing because I was so anxious to meet my baby and find out if it was a Tegan or Robert! Overall I only pushed about 45 minutes, and at 930 , at 8lb 8oz, 21 inches, (not so) little Robert Wayne entered the world.

From the start he was so bright eyed! Everyone was so amazed at how alert he was. I only had to get one stitch, and an hour after I gave birth, I was able to get up and move around. I recovered pretty fast, mainly because I hated being tied down to the bed.

I started off breastfeeding. He ate for the first time about an hour after he was born. Little guy ate for 30 minutes straight! Breastfeeding went alright in the hospital. At first we had to wake him up every 2 hours to eat, but after the first day, he was demanding it on his own.

So there it is, my very long birth story. I tried to leave out the gory details, but if you want to know...I'll tell.

Tri-Fecto

Bath-time!

The start of something...wonderful?