Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
First Family Trip
My sweet husband has been working so many hours at three different hospitals so we can afford me staying home with our sweet little angel. Words cannot express my appreciation of him for working so hard for our family. I am a lucky woman to have married such a giving husband! He has worked anywhere from 5 to 12 days straight! I don't know how he does it, but he does.
He finally decided to take some time off the first of August. The time off was much needed for him and it was nice to finally spend time as a family. It was our first family trip/vacation. We loaded up the RV and headed down to the hill country. We left on a Thursday night and returned on a Sunday night. Those few days were so enjoyable! I wasn't ready to come home!
We ended up parking the RV at an RV park in between Johnson City and Blanco. It was such a nice little park. It would have been prettier if the creek it was built around would have been flowing. But with this dry summer we had, it was as dry as a bone!! But it was pretty all the same. We parked where we did thinking we would go to go to Fredericksburg one day, and head toward New Braunsfel the next. Where we parked was about half way in between. By the end of the weekend we wished we would have parked closer to Fredericksburg because that was the only place we went!
On the streets of Fredericksburg
The few days we were able to get away were wonderful and I was so thankful we were able to get away. We slept late (as late as Bella would let us anyway!), read our books, and took our time getting up and going. If we would have been home, Chris would have been busy the entire three days finding what all he "needed" to do around the house. I think I enjoyed seeing him relax more than anything that weekend!
We went to Fredericksburg both Friday and Saturday to walk the streets. We did quite a bit of window shopping and a little bit of real shopping! There was so much we wanted to do but didn't get there in enough time to get it all done. That is what sleeping late does to a trip! After we left on Fredericksburg on Saturday night we made a detour down to Luckenbach. Chris had never been and wanted to see what the hype was all about. I had been a twice to Willie Nelson's 4th of July Picnic, but had never been when it wasn't overloaded with people. It was interesting to see it when it was so vacant! There is still a dance hall, the general store, a hat shop and I think MAYBE 3 houses! We made sure we brought home some souvenirs to show that "Everybody is Somebody in Luckenback!" :)
In front of Luckenbach's General Store
Bella was so good the entire weekend. On that Saturday night we must have really wore her out because she slept for at least 7 hours. We have truly been blessed with a wonderful baby!
Bella was WORN out!
We headed home on Sunday with a detour to see Mama Sue. It was the first time for her to see Bella. We had a good visit and it was great to see her. It was such a wonderful weekend and I truly hated to see it come to an end. Almost hated seeing the Mineral Wells city limit sign because I knew it was back to the grindstone for Chris. At least he go to relax for a short time anyway!
Bella and Mama Sue
He finally decided to take some time off the first of August. The time off was much needed for him and it was nice to finally spend time as a family. It was our first family trip/vacation. We loaded up the RV and headed down to the hill country. We left on a Thursday night and returned on a Sunday night. Those few days were so enjoyable! I wasn't ready to come home!
We ended up parking the RV at an RV park in between Johnson City and Blanco. It was such a nice little park. It would have been prettier if the creek it was built around would have been flowing. But with this dry summer we had, it was as dry as a bone!! But it was pretty all the same. We parked where we did thinking we would go to go to Fredericksburg one day, and head toward New Braunsfel the next. Where we parked was about half way in between. By the end of the weekend we wished we would have parked closer to Fredericksburg because that was the only place we went!
On the streets of Fredericksburg
The few days we were able to get away were wonderful and I was so thankful we were able to get away. We slept late (as late as Bella would let us anyway!), read our books, and took our time getting up and going. If we would have been home, Chris would have been busy the entire three days finding what all he "needed" to do around the house. I think I enjoyed seeing him relax more than anything that weekend!
We went to Fredericksburg both Friday and Saturday to walk the streets. We did quite a bit of window shopping and a little bit of real shopping! There was so much we wanted to do but didn't get there in enough time to get it all done. That is what sleeping late does to a trip! After we left on Fredericksburg on Saturday night we made a detour down to Luckenbach. Chris had never been and wanted to see what the hype was all about. I had been a twice to Willie Nelson's 4th of July Picnic, but had never been when it wasn't overloaded with people. It was interesting to see it when it was so vacant! There is still a dance hall, the general store, a hat shop and I think MAYBE 3 houses! We made sure we brought home some souvenirs to show that "Everybody is Somebody in Luckenback!" :)
In front of Luckenbach's General Store
Bella was so good the entire weekend. On that Saturday night we must have really wore her out because she slept for at least 7 hours. We have truly been blessed with a wonderful baby!
Bella was WORN out!
We headed home on Sunday with a detour to see Mama Sue. It was the first time for her to see Bella. We had a good visit and it was great to see her. It was such a wonderful weekend and I truly hated to see it come to an end. Almost hated seeing the Mineral Wells city limit sign because I knew it was back to the grindstone for Chris. At least he go to relax for a short time anyway!
Bella and Mama Sue
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Bella's 2 Month Check-up
On the day Bella turned two months old we took her for her two month check-up. We were scheduled to get her first round of shots so I made sure the appointment was on a day that Chris could go with me. I already knew I did NOT want to do it alone.
Our appointment was at 9:45, but didn't get to see the doctor until about 11:30 and didn't get out of there until about 12:30! URG!! I was frustrated, but as we all know it doesn't no good to get angry in such a situation!
Once we finally did get back to see the doctor, they of course charted her growth. We of course knew she had been growing like a weed. I noticed it when I put her in her swing and she actually filled it up some! We put her in it when she was just a few days old and it just swallowed her up!! Anyway, when she left the hospital she weighted 6 lbs. She had lost 10 oz since her birth. On this check-up she weighted 11 lbs and 12 oz. She had almost doubled her weight since we had left the hospital! She measured 23 and 1/4 inches, so she had grown 4 and 1/4 inches since leaving. I guess we are doing something right! The doctor of course asked us all kinds of questions of was impressed with her weight gain. He was also impressed with how well she held her head up and how strong her back was. She has been doing a wonderful job of holding her head since she was born. She made have been small, but she was mighty!
It was then time for her shots. I made Chris hold her and am glad I did. When she gave Bella the first shot she screamed a cry that sent shivers down my spine! I had never heard her cry like that before. So, once again I CRIED! I just couldn't help it. It broke my heart to hear her cry like that! I was glad it was all over......but dread the next check-up since we have to do it all over again!
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Look at me, only two months old and already playing on the computer!
Can you say CHEESE!!
I love just laying here!
Our appointment was at 9:45, but didn't get to see the doctor until about 11:30 and didn't get out of there until about 12:30! URG!! I was frustrated, but as we all know it doesn't no good to get angry in such a situation!
Once we finally did get back to see the doctor, they of course charted her growth. We of course knew she had been growing like a weed. I noticed it when I put her in her swing and she actually filled it up some! We put her in it when she was just a few days old and it just swallowed her up!! Anyway, when she left the hospital she weighted 6 lbs. She had lost 10 oz since her birth. On this check-up she weighted 11 lbs and 12 oz. She had almost doubled her weight since we had left the hospital! She measured 23 and 1/4 inches, so she had grown 4 and 1/4 inches since leaving. I guess we are doing something right! The doctor of course asked us all kinds of questions of was impressed with her weight gain. He was also impressed with how well she held her head up and how strong her back was. She has been doing a wonderful job of holding her head since she was born. She made have been small, but she was mighty!
It was then time for her shots. I made Chris hold her and am glad I did. When she gave Bella the first shot she screamed a cry that sent shivers down my spine! I had never heard her cry like that before. So, once again I CRIED! I just couldn't help it. It broke my heart to hear her cry like that! I was glad it was all over......but dread the next check-up since we have to do it all over again!
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Look at me, only two months old and already playing on the computer!
Can you say CHEESE!!
I love just laying here!
Friday, August 8, 2008
My Double Whammy.....
What a wonderful feeling to be a mom! Every time I look at Bella I can't help but to smile. Everything about giving life is just amazing and I am enjoying every bit of it!! Well, all of it excluding the surgery and second procedure I had to have.....
When Bella was about two weeks old, I was at my mom's house and woke up with a HORRIBLE backache that quickly turned into a stomach ache. I tried laying on the floor thinking that I just was not use to the bed. Well it didn't help, it just got worse. I finally had to wake mom up, it was about 3:00 am mind you, to get me some Tylenol and to help with Bella. I was in SO much pain. Put heating pads on, didn't help. Nothing helped. Finally went back to sleep and when I woke up the pain was atleast reduced to a dull pain. I had no idea what it was, just figured I ate something bad. But the next morning mom said it sounded like my gall bladder. I told Chris and he thought that was probably what it was too. But I was convince that the was going to be my only problem with it.
Well, I was wrong. The next week every time I ate I had a dull pain in my stomach. I was convincing myself it was NOT my gall bladder but something else. My sister Rebecca had to have her gall bladder taken out when my niece K'Leigh was just 2 months old. So even though I was trying to convince myself it was something else, I was pretty certain that it was my gall bladder. That was confirmed the day before Bella turned 1 month old. I ate a sandwich and within 10 minutes of finishing it, I started having a horrible stomachache which went through to my back. Within about 30 minutes I was hurting so bad that I was having a hard time breathing. I could hardly move. I was screaming for Chris but he had taken Bella outside. I crawled to the door and was screaming for Chris. When he walked in the door he thought I was crazy since I was rolling around on the floor. But he quickly realized I was in EXTREME pain. We both knew what it was. He gave me come medicine to try and relive the pain and sent me to bed. He would bring Bella to me every two hours when she was ready to eat, then had me go back to sleep. I was in pain for hours, but it did atleast dull after the first few. The next morning Chris call the surgeon and asked if he could remove the gall bladder for us. We were able to get in that day......which was the day Bella turned 1 month old!
Surgery wasn't to bad, other than I had to pump and dump twice after I was done so Bella wouldn't get the anesthesia/drugs. When I first came out of surgery, my mom notice that I was very yellow/jaundiced. The doctor said it should go away, but he also told them that he flushed and cleaned as much as he could but that I had ALOT of sludge. He said it just kept coming. He let them know that there was a possibility that I would need another procedure. Mom stayed until Sunday, then she took us back to her house. (Like I said before, what would we do without our moms?!) I was to be on a liquid diet for a few days and gradually introduce solids. But I was suppose to try and stay away from fatty foods. I was doing as told, but on that next Monday afternoon my 13 year old nephew looked at me and said "Aunt Danita, why are your eyes yellow?" Everyone started looking at me an said yeah, your eyes and your skin is yellow. So I was still jaundiced. The degree of jaundice seemed to come and go. But I was definitely STILL jaundiced.
On that Wednesday, 4 days after the surgery, I started to have another attack and had at least one, sometimes two or three, every day for the next 7 days. Our surgeon's office called on that Thursday to see how I was doing. Chris answered and told her I was doing great, thinking that I was. He hadn't seen us for several days so he thought I was doing fine, even though I told him I had a pain for a few hours after I hadn't eaten the day before. Once he saw me in the sunlight, he too noticed how yellow I was. I called the office back that afternoon to let her know I was still jaundiced. She told the doctor who let us know that it sounded like I had a stone stuck and would have to have another procedure done, called a ERCP.
Since he was afraid that I would have problems with my liver, etc, he put me on an antibiotic that I could not be on while breastfeeding. So on Friday, I had to start the antibiotic. And since I was told I could not breastfeed while taking it, I had to start her on formula. But since I wanted to continue to breastfeed and not keep her on formula, I had to pump and dump about every three to four hours to keep up my milk supply. We had a hard time with getting the breastfeeding thing down, that I wanted to cry every time I had to pour the milk out. Actually I did cry when I found out this was what I would have to do for a week. I was so concerned about Bella not coming back to breastfeeding and thinking about everything we had already went through, not to mention I was still having some effects of the post-partum depression, I couldn't help but to cry! I once again called my WONDERFUL mother and since Chris had to go to work that night, she came back over to console me as much as she could.
The doctor that would need to do the next procedure was in south america for a week so we were unable to get it done until the next Tuesday. So I had to endure atleast one attack a day for almost an entire week. Like I said before, I even had two and three attacks on some days. And nothing would help. I took pain medicine and it did NOTHING to help. But we were lucky to get in on that Tuesday. Our surgeon had placed a call to the other doctor and got us in. It too was an outpatient surgery. They go in through the mouth into the small intestines and over to the bile duct. The doctor told Chris that I had a "medium" sized stone that was stuck, about 9-12 mm. Once that was removed, I had no more pain! I could not speak enough praises for the two doctors. I am just thankful that it is over and done with!! I would not wish that on my worst enemy!!!!
Once I was done with the antibiotic, I went right back to breastfeeding. We had a few bobles, but for the most part, Bella did great and came right back to it! The sad part is that I found out, from some internet research, that they approved the drug I was on for breastfeeding about two years ago! I could have been breastfeeding the entire time!! But I guess everything happens for a reason. My mom would not have been able to help with mid-night feedings or when I was having an attack, if we had not put her on the bottle.
I had lived for 36 years never having any major problems and withing a month I had two have three surgeries! Guess I was making up for lost time!! But I am just thankful it was not worse!! All is good now!
When Bella was about two weeks old, I was at my mom's house and woke up with a HORRIBLE backache that quickly turned into a stomach ache. I tried laying on the floor thinking that I just was not use to the bed. Well it didn't help, it just got worse. I finally had to wake mom up, it was about 3:00 am mind you, to get me some Tylenol and to help with Bella. I was in SO much pain. Put heating pads on, didn't help. Nothing helped. Finally went back to sleep and when I woke up the pain was atleast reduced to a dull pain. I had no idea what it was, just figured I ate something bad. But the next morning mom said it sounded like my gall bladder. I told Chris and he thought that was probably what it was too. But I was convince that the was going to be my only problem with it.
Well, I was wrong. The next week every time I ate I had a dull pain in my stomach. I was convincing myself it was NOT my gall bladder but something else. My sister Rebecca had to have her gall bladder taken out when my niece K'Leigh was just 2 months old. So even though I was trying to convince myself it was something else, I was pretty certain that it was my gall bladder. That was confirmed the day before Bella turned 1 month old. I ate a sandwich and within 10 minutes of finishing it, I started having a horrible stomachache which went through to my back. Within about 30 minutes I was hurting so bad that I was having a hard time breathing. I could hardly move. I was screaming for Chris but he had taken Bella outside. I crawled to the door and was screaming for Chris. When he walked in the door he thought I was crazy since I was rolling around on the floor. But he quickly realized I was in EXTREME pain. We both knew what it was. He gave me come medicine to try and relive the pain and sent me to bed. He would bring Bella to me every two hours when she was ready to eat, then had me go back to sleep. I was in pain for hours, but it did atleast dull after the first few. The next morning Chris call the surgeon and asked if he could remove the gall bladder for us. We were able to get in that day......which was the day Bella turned 1 month old!
Surgery wasn't to bad, other than I had to pump and dump twice after I was done so Bella wouldn't get the anesthesia/drugs. When I first came out of surgery, my mom notice that I was very yellow/jaundiced. The doctor said it should go away, but he also told them that he flushed and cleaned as much as he could but that I had ALOT of sludge. He said it just kept coming. He let them know that there was a possibility that I would need another procedure. Mom stayed until Sunday, then she took us back to her house. (Like I said before, what would we do without our moms?!) I was to be on a liquid diet for a few days and gradually introduce solids. But I was suppose to try and stay away from fatty foods. I was doing as told, but on that next Monday afternoon my 13 year old nephew looked at me and said "Aunt Danita, why are your eyes yellow?" Everyone started looking at me an said yeah, your eyes and your skin is yellow. So I was still jaundiced. The degree of jaundice seemed to come and go. But I was definitely STILL jaundiced.
On that Wednesday, 4 days after the surgery, I started to have another attack and had at least one, sometimes two or three, every day for the next 7 days. Our surgeon's office called on that Thursday to see how I was doing. Chris answered and told her I was doing great, thinking that I was. He hadn't seen us for several days so he thought I was doing fine, even though I told him I had a pain for a few hours after I hadn't eaten the day before. Once he saw me in the sunlight, he too noticed how yellow I was. I called the office back that afternoon to let her know I was still jaundiced. She told the doctor who let us know that it sounded like I had a stone stuck and would have to have another procedure done, called a ERCP.
Since he was afraid that I would have problems with my liver, etc, he put me on an antibiotic that I could not be on while breastfeeding. So on Friday, I had to start the antibiotic. And since I was told I could not breastfeed while taking it, I had to start her on formula. But since I wanted to continue to breastfeed and not keep her on formula, I had to pump and dump about every three to four hours to keep up my milk supply. We had a hard time with getting the breastfeeding thing down, that I wanted to cry every time I had to pour the milk out. Actually I did cry when I found out this was what I would have to do for a week. I was so concerned about Bella not coming back to breastfeeding and thinking about everything we had already went through, not to mention I was still having some effects of the post-partum depression, I couldn't help but to cry! I once again called my WONDERFUL mother and since Chris had to go to work that night, she came back over to console me as much as she could.
The doctor that would need to do the next procedure was in south america for a week so we were unable to get it done until the next Tuesday. So I had to endure atleast one attack a day for almost an entire week. Like I said before, I even had two and three attacks on some days. And nothing would help. I took pain medicine and it did NOTHING to help. But we were lucky to get in on that Tuesday. Our surgeon had placed a call to the other doctor and got us in. It too was an outpatient surgery. They go in through the mouth into the small intestines and over to the bile duct. The doctor told Chris that I had a "medium" sized stone that was stuck, about 9-12 mm. Once that was removed, I had no more pain! I could not speak enough praises for the two doctors. I am just thankful that it is over and done with!! I would not wish that on my worst enemy!!!!
Once I was done with the antibiotic, I went right back to breastfeeding. We had a few bobles, but for the most part, Bella did great and came right back to it! The sad part is that I found out, from some internet research, that they approved the drug I was on for breastfeeding about two years ago! I could have been breastfeeding the entire time!! But I guess everything happens for a reason. My mom would not have been able to help with mid-night feedings or when I was having an attack, if we had not put her on the bottle.
I had lived for 36 years never having any major problems and withing a month I had two have three surgeries! Guess I was making up for lost time!! But I am just thankful it was not worse!! All is good now!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Coming Home
We finally got to leave the hospital on Friday June 13. It was so nice to sleep in my own bed. Well, that is a lie. I slept in the recliner for about 3 or 4 days before I actually slept in my own bed. The recliner was easier to get in and get out of which is what I needed with the large slit in my lower stomach! I think there were either 12 or 13 staples in all. YUK!
Like I said before, never had a surgery so I was hating how I was feeling!! But my dear sweet mom came and stayed with me for a week. What would we do without mothers?! She was a God send since Chris was working almost that entire week. She would get up with me and Izabella in the middle of the night, often bringing her to me.....that is when Bella wasn't already on my chest! :) Mom would help to get her calmed down, while keeping me calm as well. It was nice to have her here since the whole c-section thing. She was such a HUGE help! And the fact that she got to play with, love on, and take tons of pictures of her grandbaby was a bonus for her. She LOVED that! Not only is this my first, it is the first baby we have had in our family for about 9 years. So needless to say, Izabella has no chance but to be spoiled! Of course I prefer to call it being loved, alot! :) I know not everyone understands, men never will, but having my mom here was such a wonderful thing. I cried like a baby when she left. Not sure why. Could have been some postpartum depression, some thought of "I have to take care of this tiny baby all by myself now?!", but mostly I just hated to see my mom leave. Other than my husband, I couldn't think of anyone I would rather share such a special time with. I hope that Izabella will want me there when she experiences it herself!
On Wednesday, a week from Izabella's birth, I was able to get my staples out. Thought it was going to hurt worse than it did. Actually only one or two hurt coming out. My nurse was great.....thank goodness! Getting the staples out did help some. It gave a little more room with my skin and I was not as freaked out. I was still very cautious with it, probably overly cautious. But I was glad to get those out! I am NOT a fan of surgery at all!!
On June 25th we went for Izabella's two week check up. By the time she had left the hospital she had lost 10 oz putting her at 6 lbs. But at our two week check up, she had already gained a pound and a half! Guess we were doing something right! She recieved a perfect report. Which I was thrilled with!
I on the other hand, was still crying at everything. You could say the word cry and I would bust into tears! Anyone who tries to say postpartum depression is not a real thing obviously has never had a baby!! I would just cry for no reason. I hated it! I don't remember what all Tom Cruise said about Brooke Shields, her book, and the fact that she used drugs to help controls hers......but Tom, go through it JUST ONCE and THEN you can make comments and judgements!!
Like I said before, never had a surgery so I was hating how I was feeling!! But my dear sweet mom came and stayed with me for a week. What would we do without mothers?! She was a God send since Chris was working almost that entire week. She would get up with me and Izabella in the middle of the night, often bringing her to me.....that is when Bella wasn't already on my chest! :) Mom would help to get her calmed down, while keeping me calm as well. It was nice to have her here since the whole c-section thing. She was such a HUGE help! And the fact that she got to play with, love on, and take tons of pictures of her grandbaby was a bonus for her. She LOVED that! Not only is this my first, it is the first baby we have had in our family for about 9 years. So needless to say, Izabella has no chance but to be spoiled! Of course I prefer to call it being loved, alot! :) I know not everyone understands, men never will, but having my mom here was such a wonderful thing. I cried like a baby when she left. Not sure why. Could have been some postpartum depression, some thought of "I have to take care of this tiny baby all by myself now?!", but mostly I just hated to see my mom leave. Other than my husband, I couldn't think of anyone I would rather share such a special time with. I hope that Izabella will want me there when she experiences it herself!
On Wednesday, a week from Izabella's birth, I was able to get my staples out. Thought it was going to hurt worse than it did. Actually only one or two hurt coming out. My nurse was great.....thank goodness! Getting the staples out did help some. It gave a little more room with my skin and I was not as freaked out. I was still very cautious with it, probably overly cautious. But I was glad to get those out! I am NOT a fan of surgery at all!!
On June 25th we went for Izabella's two week check up. By the time she had left the hospital she had lost 10 oz putting her at 6 lbs. But at our two week check up, she had already gained a pound and a half! Guess we were doing something right! She recieved a perfect report. Which I was thrilled with!
I on the other hand, was still crying at everything. You could say the word cry and I would bust into tears! Anyone who tries to say postpartum depression is not a real thing obviously has never had a baby!! I would just cry for no reason. I hated it! I don't remember what all Tom Cruise said about Brooke Shields, her book, and the fact that she used drugs to help controls hers......but Tom, go through it JUST ONCE and THEN you can make comments and judgements!!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
In the beginning....
Back in October, 2007 Chris and I found out that we were expecting. This was going to be my first child so of course I was very excited! I knew that I had lots of sleepless nights ahead of me, but could not wait for our baby to get here! They calculated our due date to be June 8 and as anyone who has ever been pregnant knows, it seems like forever for that day to come.
In the beginning I just knew we were going to have a little boy. Although I was totally convinced of it, Chris just knew we were going to have a girl. When we went for our sonogram, I was waiting for the nurse to tell us "you going to have a boy".....much to my surprise, the nurse's first words were "It's a GIRL!" Of course we were happy all the same. As long as she was healthy, that was all we cared about!
For the most part the pregnancy was a good one....if you don't count the nausea for the first four and a half months! :) I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes around 20 weeks so I had to watch everything I ate, limiting my carbs....there went my beloved chips and salsa! But I did as told and was good about watching everything i put in my mouth! In the end it did pay off because I didn't have a 9 or 10 pound baby!
As we were getting closer to our ninth month, I just knew she was going to come early. Chris was convinced that she was going to be two weeks late, which would put me mid-June. This was NOT a concept I cared to even acknowledge! She was still breach when we started our weekly visits, but she turned with a few weeks to go. We decided she was already try to tell us who was boss! We started to progress, but it was slow. Each week I went just knowing we were getting closer, only to be disappointed. A few days before our due date, our doctor decided that if she was not here by her due date, we would induce.
June 8 came and went. So on June 11 my sister and I arrived at the hospital at 6:00 a.m. to sign all the paperwork and to get the ball rolling. By 11:00 I was already miserable with the contractions, but was relieved when I was given the epidural. That drug worked WONDERS!! I seemed to be progressing, and they decided to break my water around 11:30. The nurse tried to move me to my right side several times but every time the baby's heart rate would slow way down. This of course concerned them so they tried turning off the pitocin for a bit and see if that helped her. Which it seemed to, but as soon as they turned it back on and I had a contraction, her heart rate dropped again. That is when they told me the news I didn't want to hear. I was going to have to have a c-section because our baby girl was not handling the contractions well. I cried and cried at first. I had never had any kind of surgery in my life, so that part scared me. And the c-section was NOT in my plan, and that upset me. But Chris did his best to console me and remind me that it was the best thing for the baby and of course it was. They prepped me and wheeled me into the OR.
Once in the OR it didn't take long the doctor to bring our baby into the world. They found out that the umbilical cord was all over the right side so when I was turned that way, she was putting pressure on it which made her heart rate drop. The c-section WAS of course the best plan of action. During the surgery, I was wanting Chris to hold my hand but of course he wanted to be where all the action was so he could see. He got some great pictures while I was on the other side crying when I first heard her cry. She was actually crying before they completely got her removed from the womb! That cry was music to my ear. Such an amazing feeling to be a mom. I don't know that anything could ever compare!
Once they got her cleaned, they weighted her. They announced her weight as 6 lbs and 10 oz. I truly thought they were mistaken. There was no way that my baby was that small! I had had the Gestational Diabetes (which general causes the babies to be larger), and my family produces 8 and 9 lb babies! So there was NO way they were right! But after they got her clean and swaddled, Chris brought her over to me so I could see her. And they were right, she was tiny! But so BEAUTIFUL!
They stapled me up and wheeled me into the recovery room. All of the nurses and staff at the hospital were GREAT! While in the recovery room, they allowed everyone to come back to see both of us. (only a few at a time of course) We had not nailed down a name at the time because I wanted to see her face before we decided. Chris had a name he liked, so when they asked me, I said whatever her daddy wants. So Izabella Christine it was! Bella for short, unless you hear her daddy singing "ICE ICE baby!" He is talking about her!
Getting Started...
My husband has been after me for weeks now to create this blog. But between being a new mom and having several post-pregnancy problems, I just hadn't found the time....or just didn't feel like it! Now that I am feeling much better and am starting to get the hang of this new mom stuff, I figured I better get started on this!! I am totally new at this blog stuff but we will try it out anyway!
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