Tuesday, March 24, 2009

3 weeks old! Only?

Gabriella will be 3 weeks old tomorrow! On one hand I am thinking... 'already' and on the other hand I am thinking 'only?' Basically, I am trying to say that, it's been a long three weeks. Now I know these long days and long nights are short lived... but, how long we talking here? My emotions run crazy when I can't figure out what she wants and cries, cries, cries... so of course... I cry, cry, cry! My back kills from roaming the house with her in my arms (thank goodness she is only 6 pounds, some odd ounces) trying to soothe her and my head hurts from sleeping with my contacts in (cause I am blind as a bat without them and it's senseless to take them out for the (maybe) 2 hours of sleep I might get). Not to mention I am completely stir crazy because I can't get anything done beings that it's nearly impossible to do anything productive with one hand, the weather has been utterly crappy and we just got our stroller on Friday and I have only been able to go for a walk once with it. Ugh, how I hate spring... I hate the crap weather and all the mud... I can't even pet my puppies because they are all caked in mud! :( But on a good note, I did get to brush my teeth today before 6pm and I finally showered at 8pm... it will calm down soon right? :)

We did have the Public Health Nurse come out on Monday, which I was thankful for. It was nice to have a lot of questions answered and be assured that the things that Gabby is doing are all normal and healthy! She also weighed in at 6lbs, 12oz. (tubby :} ). They say that they want a newborn to gain an ounce a day and since we took her into the emergency room last Saturday (March 14) she has gained 12 oz. which is above average. So that is good to hear, at least I know now she is getting enough breast milk... which was a concern of mine for a while (I think probably a concern for all new mothers who breast feed... it's not like you have a window on your boobie to know how much they are drinking)

Any-who-ha! Things are getting easier! I am just waiting for the weather to get nicer so (Gabby and I) can get out and do more things... (instead of pacing the house)

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Bad Days, Good Nights

Boy this mommy stuff is hard! :)

Yesterday was another bad day. From 8:30am until 10:30pm, Gabby got about an hour of sleep all in small intervals. Whoever said that newborns sleep around 16-20 hours a day obviously never met my newborn! I think she had a tummy ache or something yesterday cause she was not having anything. Not even Grandma's sweet words and bounces... Bless her heart! I'm pretty sure that if it wasn't for my mom lastnight Dave would have been scraping me off the floor and into the mental hospital. (Thank you mom!) Needless to say, I was sent off to bed and my mom and Dave were left tending to Gabby's every need, but not 15 minutes after I left the scene of the crime, my mom headed home and Gabby was fast asleep and in her bassinet. My husband was afraid to slide into bed with me in fear of waking me so he headed back downstairs to listen on the monitor until almost 1am. Shortly thereafter, she was awake for another feeding... so feed we did, then back, sound asleep in the bassinet until almost 3:30am where we hit the repeat button. About 5:45am she was back awake to eat yet again, this time instead of putting her back in her bassinet... we snuggled on the couch, her on my chest and both of us sound asleep! :) I know, I know... I am spoiling her... but if it means a couple more hours of good sleep for her (especially after the rough day she had) TOUGH!

Today has been a good day! Of course, when I leave to go into town to get groceries and take a little break, she sleeps... soundly... for Dave and Grandpa (4 hours, I might add). Now, I just hope the night is good!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Feeling better & good nights

Things are starting to settle down here at home...

Gabby has been feeling much better since Saturday morning. Since Saturday night, we have had 3 good nights of sleeping. Granted, since her stomach is the size of a pea, we still have to get up every 2 to 2 1/2 hours to eat.... but she usually goes right back to sleep once her belly is full.

Unfortunately, I haven't had much time to update my blog because I have work that I have to do before I can work on anything else. Needless to say, my house is in shambles and it is absolutely gorgeous out. I would love to go for a walk and enjoy this beautiful day... but, there will be more days to come...

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Seeing the ER Doctor

Well.. I called this morning at 7am like I was supposed to and after a few 'routine' questions asked by the RN, she suggested that we bring her into the ER right away instead of waiting to get in to see one of the Pediatricians at the Clinic. So I zipped upstairs to wake Dave and off we go. All the while wondering 'what the heck is wrong with her'.

We got to St. Mary's Emergency Room, and since I had talked to the nurse previously, we got right in. (Apparently, they don't mess around with newborns... which is A. O. K. by me) They hooked her up to a monitor to test her heart rate, lungs... all the vitals. She was crying so much that they couldn't get a good read on the monitor :( ... but eventually they got the read they needed and everything was okay... thank goodness. They weighed her, which I was nervous about since she's hardly been eating and it seems what she has... she spits right back up. But she actually gained since yesterday... ( little oinker :) ) Then we had to wait for the Pediatrician to come in, which, surprisingly, didn't take all that long. He checked her over, pushed on her tummy... all the fun stuff. The reason the nurse was insistant on us coming right into the ER was because in her last dirty diaper was black stool, which is a sign of tearing or bleeding... and after talking to the Dr, it sounds as though it could have just been some 'extra' in her colon and he didn't seem to be too concerned about it. He thought maybe she just had a 'bad' day and that things should get back on track... hopefully! Poor little thing! Nothing is worse then feeling so helpless because you have no idea what is wrong with your child and it seems as though there is nothing you can do to make them feel better.

Maybe a good lunch and a nice long nap will help!

Not feeling so well...

Here I sit at (almost) 6am wondering and waiting. After a long 24 hours, I decided it was about time call the nurse. Gabby has slept hardly at all since 9:30 Friday morning, which in the case of a newborn, is hardly common. She's been making this grunting/pushing sound, kind of like she is clearing her throat - like she is uncomfortable. At first I thought maybe she was just constipated... but definitely not the case... She constantly wants to be latched on and when I do finish feeding her, she spits up pretty much everything that she had just eaten. I called to talk to a nurse and with her recommendation to come in, I now have to wait until 7am to call to get her in to the Saturday morning clinic...

I hate the waiting game!

Friday, March 13, 2009

A little bit of heaven!

Things are starting to settle down at home... I am learning to 'sleep when she sleeps'... at least I try hard during the day to sleep when she sleeps. I realized tonight (er this morning, er whatever time of the day it is) that I now dream of her. She hasn't quite converted her days to nights and visa versa so she is sleeping very well during the day and only an hour or two at a time in the late hours of the evening, into this morning. Both times that I put her down this morning, once at 1am at the other at 3am... I awoke to her telling me 'she's ready to eat'. It did take me awhile to realize that she wasn't in my arms though. When I actually 'woke' up, I realized that I was snuggling with my body pillow like I was snuggling with her, then I realized that she was in her bassinet. They say your life changes when you have a child and most of the things you hear about are how much sleep you never get, the uncontrolable cries and the constant running around aimlessly trying to stop them from knocking over that vase that great great grandma so-and-so gave to you. But, no one warms you about the stares that you share during breakfast, lunch & dinner (and the 8 other times a day they eat), the snuggles that soften your heart like a piece of chocolate tucked into your hands for hours on end (telling yourself you're not really going to eat it) and the sweet dreams that gently awaken your soul. It is pretty indescribable how it changes the person you used to be, the person that you will yet become and the journey on which to arrive there. I am looking forward to the journey with my husband, the 'hard times' I am sure we will encounter and the people we will become as parents... and all I can wish for is that we raise our child(ren) to be humble, to be honest, to be open hearted as well as open minded and to be the best person they can be!

Someone is calling for me... I guess it's a good thing that my body didn't require much sleep before Gabby came into our lives... cause I'd be in trouble if it did! :)

Thursday, March 12, 2009

7 day old Pics of our Peanut

I know, I am a such a mommy!

We had Rebecca come out for some baby pics yesterday... and I am so happy with the results; one, of the photos and how they turned out (AMAZING) and two, how fast the turn around was...THANK YOU BECCA!

Here are some of the many images she took... please check out her blog for more information!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Special Prayers

Gabby has figured out that since she cannot quite get her hands to stay still long enough to say those special prayers that... well... God gave her two feet... "Why can't I use those ma?"

I say, "you're one smart cookie, how am I ever gonna help you with your homework?"

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Birth Story, how interesting or not it might be!

I know, I'm a bad blogger :) ... but for some reason I feel as though this time I have a 'legit' reason for not updating. :)

It's crazy how things all fall into place. I think I subconsciously knew that it was going to happen Tuesday because I tied up almost all loose ends and the moment I did... baby!

I had a huge project on my shoulders and I had to take that to my printer to get him the files, 10 minutes after doing so... (and still in his office I might add)... my water broke. Gracefully, I removed myself from his office and he is non-the-wiser (hopefully he doesn't read my blog). I called my husband on the way home to tell him that 'I think my water just broke', but I was unsure.. I had to pee soo bad when I was at his office that I thought maybe I let a little squeak by (sexy I know) and I'll be home in 10 minutes and I need to shower. I got home, Dave had already had the shower going for me and was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a panic look on his face. He was talking so fast... I told him to calm down and let me just make sure it was my water. I think he thought that I was going to be in pain so he wasn't sure how to be or what to do. I jumped in the shower and as I was putting on my lotion (imaginations hard at work here), I knew it was my water. I called the hospital and they said I should come in. Once Dave got his boxers put on the right way (he put them on backwards in his rush) we headed off to the hospital. After the exam to make sure it was my water, we were admitted. Let the fun begin. :)

I was only dialted to a 4 almost 5 when things first got started and my back pain was the only 'real' signs of labor. The back labor continued too but that was about it so they decided to induce my labor to get my contractions started. After about 3 hours on the 'drip' things started to get to the point where it was pretty painful. I was having the back labor and continuous contractions with 10 second breaks (if you wanna call them breaks) every 2 minutes or so and I decided to ask for the epidural... with no time to spare. A half hour before my hero (the Anesthesiologist giving the epidural) started the epidural, the contractions got to the point where I couldn't hardly breathe thru them anymore, my whole body started to tense up, my legs, feet & hands all tightened and curled into the fetal postion and my lips and eyes started to quiver... I thought for sure the epidural wasn't going to work, it was taking longer then she had told me it should take and I wasn't feeling any different. Then, all I could think about was all the shows that I watch where the epidurals didn't work and I was trying to figure out how I could get thru this pain until the end. I wanted to cut my body in half... Then, the contractions started to ease and my muscles loosened... eventually, it took hold and I relaxed. Phew, I love medication :)

After about 2 1/2 hours of relaxing, it was time to push... things were progressing as they should until... my doctor told me that the 'baby is in distress', her heart rate dropped and so did my blood pressure and they have to use the foreceps and/or the vacuum :( I paniced... I have read how much damage those tools can do to the baby's head (and mommy's other end), so I knew I had to push like no tomorrow. So push I did... and...

Gabriella Louise Tangren, born at 5:36am 3.04.09, 6lbs. 17 3/4" long

Once all the excitement was settled and baby in hand the nurse told me that I only pushed for 50 minutes, which is rare... especially considering the 'panic' towards the end. Either way, the pain had ended, the muscles had relaxed and we have a healthy, beautiful baby girl in tow. Daddy couldn't be prouder...

If you think you might have a young lad that would be interested in a date with Gabby, you can probably banish all thoughts. I was informed (by daddy) that she will not be leaving the house until she is 31 years of age.

So far things have been going well at home. She is working on getting consistent with her feedings, my boobs are hard enough to bounce quarters off of :) but I am very happy she is taking to breastfeeding so the pain is sooo worth it. Now, I am just hoping that her sleeping patterns settle in soon so things can start to work themselves into a routine.

We head back to Mayo for her first appointment with a Pediatritican on Monday to let us know how she is doing and hopefully she has a positive report. :)

Mommyhood is great thus far, a little lacking in sleep, but it's hard to get frustrated with such an adorable munster! She's my 'angel peanut' and so worth the waiting, so worth all the frustration and so worth all the pain.

I am curious to know where she put her gym though, I know she was working out in my tummy... she is soooo strong. I feel like sometimes I have to handcuff her arms behind her back just so I can feed her. Maybe my excercising up until the end did pay off.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Tubby Update

It just dawned on me this afternoon that I have not updated my belly shots for quite some time, therefore it never occurred to me how much the baby has dropped! I even had to roll my fat pants down in the front otherwise it looked like I had a saggy beer belly! :)

HOLY SMOLY BAJOLY! First 'front' photo that I have taken my whole pregnancy... pretty sure I won't take another. :)

Sorry, I couldn't help but add the smiley face, besides... what would life be without laughter? :) Come out, come out, where ever you are!

Monday, March 2, 2009

Pressure Points, Appointment Update & that damn Discovery Channel!

This morning I was lucky enough to have a friend save a massage opening for me, and I soooo wish I would have signed up for one long ago. Even though she hit many pressure points, that cause a slight bit of discomfort, it was still very relaxing and very much needed.... THANK YOU SO MUCH SHEILA G! :)

Also, I had a doctor's appointment today. As he walked in the door the first thing out of his mouth was: "I thought for sure I was going to see you on Friday!" ... I said "me too!". He must have gotten the message that I had called into the nurse, so he asked for more details. I told him all about it and he says it sounded like it was the start of labor... and he said that it is normal for it to quit like it did...especially if my body wasn't progressing as it should. He checked me and I was only dilated to 'almost' 4cm, so he said 'lets see if we can't stretch this to get me to a 4 and maybe it will move things along a little faster'. Pah... and I thought it was painful last week when he checked me... all I could think about is ... 'wait a minute, this ain't nothing compared to what I have to look forward too, quit your whining' <--- I said this all to myself, of course. He said he could feel the baby's skull (sorry if I grossed you out), so I guess that is good... he/she is ready. My doc told me I was between 50% to 75% effaced so that is at least moving more towards the 100% (which I thought... hoped... would be a lot further along then it was since I was 50% a week ago). He made mention too that, basically, I am ready... 'we just need to get you contracting'! Hopefully that massage I had today will help with that. :)

All in all, the babies heart rate is good and he made me an appointment for this Friday... he said he plans on seeing me before then (he's on call starting tomorrow night). So, I have (no hopes cause it will just jinx me) just thoughts of holding this little critter sometime this week...

One thing I need to do, is stop watching Birth Day and all the other Birth stories every morning on the Discovery Channel! I get these ideas in my head about all the things that could go wrong during the delivery, all the new babies that are born and all the tiny little fingers and toes that I see knowing that those itty bitty fingers and toes will soon belong to my baby and how precious they are... I get so excited and anxious! I'm such a sap too... I find myself almost touching the television with tears in my eyes... then reality hits and I realize that our little critter is still rubbing my belly with his/her feet from the inside of my belly!

Soon enough!

It's Monday night at 9:30pm... NO BABY!

Sunday, March 1, 2009

40 weeks & 3 days...but who's counting? :)

It's Sunday morning and still... NO BABY!

I think the hardest part about being 'overdue' is that you just never know when it's going to happen. I find that if I sit and do nothing, I go bonkers. I wonder if everytime the baby moves if 'this is it', 'is this the start?'. I am so anxious to know if the baby is healthy AND to find out the sex that it makes it soooo hard to just sit here. I know that it will happen when the time is right and the baby is ready...but the 'unknown' is the hardest part. I wonder too, that with the doctors being so messed up on my due date that really... maybe my due date isn't until next Thursday which would be our 'original' due date of March 6. It seems like I have been doing nothing but reading these last few days and one of the things that I have been reading up on is (obvious), labor. They say that if your mother has fairly fast labor that it's more then likely you will too. My oldest brother (my mom's first) was born after only 6-7 hours of labor... and I think that is half the reason that I was so concerned about the pain that I was having the other day. I kept thinking: if this is labor, will I get to the hospital on time? Then she told me how to tie off the umbilical cord if I don't ... YAH RIGHT! I call it 911. Never would have thought to tie off the umbilical cord. Of course, I am not sure how I would have even gotten to the hospital at that point anyway, it's not like I can drag myslef into the car with a baby attached by a string AND with my husband (passed out) on my back. I might have had to take Jimmy up on that Police Escort to Rochester! :)

Anyway, it'll happen, I am sure when I am least prepared... so I just need to stop thinking about it... (yah, easier said then done).

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon, so I will at least be able to see if we are progressing or if we are at a standstill. I don't think I have been this anxious (yet) to see my doctor. I do have to say though, this pregnancy has given me new faith in the medical community. I hated going to the doctor, hated it... I still don't really enjoy it, but I do enjoy my doctor... he's a pretty great guy and it makes me thankful that I 'shopped' around a little bit. He assures me if I have questions, concerns and he actually gets excited... the farther along we get. It's like he actually enjoys his job {and why wouldn't he really? :)}, which is hard to find in most places now-a-days!

After reading thru this post, I never thought I would be this anxious/excited to start the 'labor' process... but here we are, so I guess I am going to have to pull up my skirt and suck it up.

Quick Sidebar: I had to get out of the house last night so Dave and I headed in for supper at Applebee's. Whilst we were sitting there, our little munster decided it would be a good time to make sure mommy knew he/she was anxious too. He/She was 'trying' to swim all over the place. Feet and knees pushing on my tummy. I could do nothing but stare at my belly and watch it move and just enjoy these movement, because soon enough, it will be gone. I know I had a smile from ear to ear on my face and I am sure that people were looking at me wondering 'what is she doing or thinking?'. But, I didn't care, because until you carry something so amazing around with you for nine months (or 11 the way I am going), you never know what it's like to feel a foot cross from one side of your stomach to the other, even when it causes pain and/or discomfort! One of the many reason it makes me thankful that I am a woman and that God gave me the gift of having a child. It makes all the 'waiting' worth it in the end! (so much for a 'quick sidebar', sorry, I get carried away sometimes!)