Thursday, July 7, 2011
It’s the many faces of Davis Gilbert. This kid cracks me up! His personality and faces he pulls brings the biggest smile to my face and melts my heart. He is such a happy baby. We are so blessed to have him in our family!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
I wanted to share an experience I had with Davis the first night we brought him home. Now, any of you first time moms out there might relate to my story... We brought Davis home around noon and everything seemed to be going smoothly. I was completely exhausted. I hadn’t really slept since the night before I gave birth. In the hospital it is almost impossible to get any sort of quality sleep. Its not only because I had this newborn baby I kept staring at, making sure he was still breathing, trying to feed him every 2 hours, but on top of that you are laying on this cardboard mattress of a bed, you are in "recovery", your personal nurse is coming in every 4 hours to check for pain, refill water, give crackers, make sure the baby is feeding right. Then you have the baby's nurses coming in taking him for shots, asking if i wanted him in the nursery, taking his vitals, yadda yadda yadda. Long story short... I didn’t sleep. I was functioning on my super mom power and collectively 3-4 hours of sleep in 4 days. I was super grateful my Mom was staying with us to help out with whatever she could.
That night I fed Davis around 10:00pm and decided I needed to go to bed. I knew that at midnight I would need to wake up and feed him again so I laid down for shut eye. My alarm went off at midnight and I fed him. Then again at 2:00am. Now keep in mind that when you have a newborn it takes them awhile to eat. It took Davis almost a FULL HOUR to eat. This means after he was done eating I only had 1 hours to sleep before we had to feed again. After the 2:00am feeding I am truly spent. I am emphasizing the sleep deprived issue because what happens next is a little dramatic.
As Davis is sleeping right next to my bed in his bassinet, I a startled awake by what sounds like puking followed by SILENCE. I literally erect from my bed and peer into the bassinet and there he is. COVERED in throw up, NOT spit up, THROW UP! At this point I honestly DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO! I picked him up as fast as I could and ran out to where my mom was sleeping. I am literally shaking, Davis in hand, TEAR streaming down my face.
"Mom?, Mom? MOM!!!"
"What? What is it?"
"I don’t know... (SOBBING at this point) "Da Da Da Davis threw up."
At his point I have the child out in front of me like "take him, take him". I am a HOT MESS. I am crying so hard I can’t even talk. I follow my mom in his nursery where she begins to CALMLY wipe his face, change his clothes and make him new again. I am pacing back and forth, tears rolling down my cheeks like Niagara falls, rambling to my mom about how I heard a funny noise, I thought he was choking, I thought he stopped breathing, I thought he was dying and Keith slept through the whole thing, blah blah blah. My sweet mother kindly told me to calm down, breathe, and reassured me that everything was going to be alright. Davis was fine, all he needed was a little cleaning. He wasn’t even crying for heaven sakes! I try to catch my breath and put on a brave face for my mom. I look back now and laugh because I don’t know why I felt the need to pull myself together. I had every right to break down. But at that moment I think I wanted to prove to my mom and more importantly to MYSELF that I was a good mom and I could handle this new chapter in my life called "motherhood".
My Mom told me to get some rest. She was going to stay up with the baby and let me sleep. I knew that Davis was in good hands so I wiped my tears and shook my head. After a few mins of just staring at my mom and Davis I finally calmed down and decided to go back to bed. As I got into my bedroom and crawled into bed Keith woke up and in his delirious state asked if everything was alright. HA! That started the water works again.
Being a first time mom is tough! I am so grateful I had my mom there to help me out. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without her there to rescue me. I know I don’t have all the answers to being a mother, but I am sure as time goes on I will learn and figure out things on my own. For the time being at least I know one thing... If your kid throws up, just wash them off, give them some love, and put em back to bed. LOL! Thanks for the lesson Mom!
Friday, March 25, 2011
I ignored the first one thinking this is just false labor and might even be an upset stomach, but ten minutes later, OUCH! I checked the clock. 11:00pm... 11:10pm OUCH! By this time Keith had come up to bed and I told him I thought I was having contractions. He got out the pad, pen, and stopwatch app on the iphone, and started timing the suckers... sure enough they went from 10 mins apart to 8 mins to 5 mins to HOLY CRAP THIS REALLY HURTS! This pain was like NOTHING i had EVER experienced before. It took all I had to not SCREAM out in agony.
Now, Most of the people that really know me know that I DO NOT LIKE being touched or cuddled when I am sick or in pain. My sweet SWEET husband didn’t know what to do. There I was lying on the bed paralyzed by pain, tears in my eyes, trying to breath it out, and all he wants to do is comfort me.But when he lifted his gentle hand and caressed my arm I shot out my hand with the jester of STOP! I was in too much pain to say " Don’t touch me" but my actions said it all. He tried so hard to be there for me and not touch me. Poor Guy!
As my contractions got closer and closer I decided it was time for the Hospital. By the time I finished with one contraction and got out of bed another one began. This was not a good sign. In the 10 mins it took to get me out of bed, dressed, and into the car I have about 4 contractions. Off to the hospital we go... It's 3:30am and Keith is calling the troops. My parents, His parents, Kristina, just to let them know we are having the baby!
We get to the hospital and by this time (7 mins later) I can barely walk! I am doubled over in excruciating pain every 2-3 mins waiting to be admitted. The nurse at the front desk sees that I am in pain and calls to the other nurse that is supposed to come get me for the treouse. (spelling?)Now the treouse is a place they take the "first time" moms just to "make sure" they are in REAL labor and not just uncomfortable. I thought this was a joke because if I wasn’t in real labor then I didn’t want to know what real labor was like. As I go in and they have me change into a gown, I explain to the nurse that I wanted to keep my undies on because my "show" was leaking (leaking is a very polite way to describe this) she said that was ok for now. She then proceeds to ask me a mile long list of questions. "Do you have a history of heart disease", " History of lung disease", "cancer". blah blah blah.. Mind you I am having contractions EVERY 2-3 MINUTES and they are lasting 60-90 seconds. Needless to say I was completely annoyed! After the interrogation she tells me I need to remove the undies so she can check my progress... I tell her again I am hesitant to do so because of the "leakage" but I do. I am at a 3... UGH! She then asks about my water... did it break? NO. Well that did it. She said "well you can try to walk around the hospital and see if you can get it to break, otherwise..." OTHERWISE??? Otherwise what? you are going to send me home? And WALK AROUND??? Are you kidding me??? Have you been present for the last 45 mins? Do you see my having these contractions? There is NO WAY I can get up and walk, I can barely sit up! Again she tells me that I am not dilated enough and she needs my water to break. I bit my tongue and attempt to sit up and push myself off the bed. As I do the "show" is literally running down my leg (TMI I know) I ask for undies and a pad because there is NO WAY I can handle the sensation of this. The nurse takes on look at me and says... “oh honey sit down, that’s your water" WHAT??? That’s my water? I thought your water was supposed to come out all at once or trickle like pee, and it’s supposed to be a clear liquid. I GUESS NOT! "How long has this been happening?" the nurse asks... Oh It been going on for awhile... maybe since 5:00 or 6:00 this evening. YIKES!!! Well this was the golden tickets... Away to a room I went!
My happiness was short lived when I found out that my room was being cleaned so I had to wait... I was not upset about waiting, what I was most upset about was getting my epidural. I needed it and I needed it NOW! The nurse called the anesthesiologist to come down but when he got there I was still not in my room so he moved on to the next gal... WHAT!!!! I waited and waited in pain for another hour before he came back to perform his miracle.
To my surprise right after my epidural the nurse checked me and I was dilated to a SIX!!! An hour later I was an EIGHT and an hour after that I was at a TEN!!! Things progressed super quick and I was ready to push! I pushed a few times but realized little D wasn’t far enough down so instead of exerting all my energy on pushing now the doctor told me to hold tight and let the contractions to their job... I held tight alright. I FELL ASLEEP!!! ha hahahhaha! I slept for over an hour! Woke up, pushed for 45 mins and there he was!
On February 19, 2011 at 11:31am Davis came into this world completely wide eyed! He came out with a little whimper, but immediately went quiet and was looking around. He would just stare up at us. It was such an amazing feeling. Keith and I decided to take a little selfish parent time before we let anyone see him. We sat there for over an hour just mesmerized by this little one. This little 7 pound 5 ounce, 20 inch long miracle. We were instantly in love!
Friday, February 18, 2011
This last week had been a difficult one to say the least. I was in tears on Monday when the Doctor told me that he was going out of town Friday and even better news he said I won’t have him by then.. He was RIGHT! Here I sit over due, completely emotional, in "PRE" Labor with no doctor. GREAT!
I say "PRE" because I have been feeling like this for the last 3-4 days! I thought I would have this magical moment when my water breaks and I have to call Keith and I'm so excited we rush to the hospital blah blah blah.. That is for the movies! I have had the WORST CASE of "SHOW" as they call it, I am in total crampy pain both front and lower back, I can’t sleep, I’ve been walking EVERY DAY, and still NOTHING! I thought for sure He would do me a favor and come on his due date at least, but nope! So what to do now???
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
That’s right friends.. I am dilated to a ONE!!! I know this doesn’t seem too far long but it is a huge start for me and I am so excited!!! It’s nothing but brisk walking and pineapple eating for me! (I hear pineapple helps induce labor)
I can’t believe that it is almost here... I am blinded by the excitement of actually having a baby that I haven’t even thought of the pain Im going to have to endure to get him here... hmmmm I’m thinking of it now! GREAT!
I have stopped working because I thought my body was going to literally fall apart. I thought my hips would crack in the middle of the night. But now that I am home... I AM SO BORED!!!! There is nothing to do! I have done pretty much EVERYTHING you can think of to get ready for this baby and now I am just at a standstill till he comes. Keith obviously hates me being at home because I just want to shop because I am so bored! I have the urge to fill my days with mani/pedi and massages. LOL!!! I am trying my hardest to keep the spending to a minimum.
Hopefully I will continue to progress and then all the spending I’ll be doing is time with my BABY!!!
Friday, January 28, 2011
I can’t believe it is almost here!!!! AAAHHHHHHHHH
For those of you that have had babies... Did you ever find yourself standing
in the doorway of the nursery looking in and thinking... There is going to be a
baby in here! I find myself doing this on a daily basis. I’ll stand in the
doorway or sit in the glider and think to myself.. Here I am sitting in this stranger’s
room. A room I decorated for Him and I don’t even know him yet. I’ve
spent all this time (and money) on this person and he isn’t even here. It
seriously blows my mind to think that any day this person could be in the world
and coming home to His bedroom and His home that Keith and I have created out
of so much love for Him.
Speaking of any day now... I have entered the weekly Doctor appointments and
boy is it scary! First off.. The first time I went in it was total routine.
Check the baby, listen to the heart, measure the stomach, answer questions,
yadda yadda yadda. Then I hear the doctor say "Ok Jess next visit we will do
the Group B Strep test (which I had NO IDEA what this was... turns out it was a
little cotton swab sample and you were done) and then I’ll check your cervix
and see what we are working with. Do you know what I thought???? THIS IS
GREAT!!!!! I get to have my cervix check and they wouldn’t check it unless
things are getting close! I was SO excited to go in the next week to see if I
was dilated or even better the doctor would move my due date up. I don’t really
know what I was thinking but what I got was a COMPLETE SURPRISE!!!
The day came for the doctors and of course I was excited and told Keith (who
has been to almost EVERY doctors appointments with me) that I would meet him
there at 4:30pm. To my surprise he asked if it was ok if he didn’t go because
he wanted to work out. He said he felt weird if he was in the room when the
doctor had to go "down there" and take a peek... LOL!!! Does Keith
know that I am going to have a baby??? Does He know that there are going to be
a lot more people in the delivery room while I push this kid out??? I decided
to give him a free pass and when alone.
I get into the room and get undressed and wait for Dr. Lambourne to pop in
and I have this little fantasy that he will check me and say "we need to
get to the hospital because this baby is coming tonight"... Then I would
have to call Keith, but I couldn’t get a hold of him because he was working out
so I called a friend to go to HP and find him and he rushed to the hospital.
blah blah blah... My fantasy in interrupted by the knock and the door and Dr.
Lambourne saying.. ok let’s do this! ( I LOVE MY DOC) As he puts the gloves on
I think.. THIS IS IT!!!
WTF!!!! all my excitement went out the window when I realized that checking
your cervix HURTS LIKE A MOTHER!!!!!! OMG I literally cried out! OUCH, OUCH,
STOP! Why does this hurt so bad? It felt like someone sticking their fist down
your throat and up your vagina and meeting in the middle! It was PAINFUL! A few
seconds later I hear that I am 50% effaced and NOT going to have a baby
tonight. I laugh a little because was I really thinking He was coming tonight?
As the doctor washes up he tells me to tune in next week because at 37 and
38 weeks they start to strip the membrane and get my body ready for labor...
Needless to say the "stripping" of anything inside my body does not
sound like a fun exciting thing. I now know that nothing from this point on is
going to be exciting... it is only going to HURT and until that baby is out and
in my arms I will continue to think that.
My new thoughts on labor is this... EXPECT THE VERY WORST!!!