Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I'm addicted......
...to Guitar Hero. It's true. I cannot stop playing that stupid game! We got it for B for his birthday a few weeks ago, but I keep playing it! I've only been able to finish songs in the "easy" section, so it's not like I'm very good at it. But it's fun! I've gotten 100% on one song, and only missed 1 or 2 notes on a couple of others.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Father's Day!
Happy Father's Day to my awesome, funny, sweet (although he wouldn't want anyone to know that...), loving husband!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Happy Birthday to my 10 year old!
We had Brendan's party this afternoon. We did laser tag at Main Event. Jeff and I even got to play! We teamed up against the 6 boys and beat them! We all had a great time!
Double Digits!
10 years ago today, I was sitting in a hospital labor/delivery room waiting to have my first baby. I was so excited/nervous/scared/thrilled/terrified/happy!! Jeff and I had gotten to the hospital at 7:00am for our appointment to be induced. The doctor gave me a pill that "supposedly" was to start the induction. We sat around for about 2 hours waiting and wondering. The doctor finally came in and said we could go home for a couple of hours and then come back in at 1:00pm.
We left the hospital and went to eat breakfast at a cool little diner near our house. The doctor had said that he didn't want me to eat too much. Yeah right! I'm sorry, but you can't tell a 9-months-pregnant woman to "not eat too much". I was starving! Anyway, after brunch, we stopped by the grocery store to get a few items and then went back to the house to hang around for a while.
Back to the hospital at 1:00pm and they put us in a different room. This one was awful! The TV only showed 2/3 of the picture! It was especially bad, because we ended up spending the next 6 1/2 hours cooped up in there. The doctor gave me 2-3 more doses of the "induction pill" that did nothing for me. Nurses came in and checked on me several times throughout the day, and never once was I in labor.
At one point, a nurse came in and stuck something in my IV. I asked what she was doing and her reply was that she was giving me something to stop the contractions because the baby's heart rate would drop with each one. Contractions??? I was having contractions?? I hadn't felt a thing.
Off and on all day, nurses and the doctor would check on me. They kept telling me that they were watching the baby's heart rate and I would probably be going home soon - after they checked with the doctor about it. ugghhh... When was I ever going to have this baby???
Finally, at around 7:30pm, the doctor came in and stood at the foot of my bed. He said, "I think we should talk about the possibility of doing a C-section". He was so laid-back about it, I almost felt like I had a choice in the matter. I asked if this was the only solution, and he said that he was concerned about the heart rate and felt like this was the best idea. I said, "You're the doctor - if you think this is the best thing to do at this point, then I guess we're having a c-section".
The next thing I knew, there were dozens of nurses flying in and out of my room. One threw some scrubs at Jeff and told him to get ready. Another gave me some liquid to drink so I wouldn't throw up. One came in with a razor and a small tub of water. (ack!) One came in and caused me the most pain I've ever felt in my life!! An anastesiologist came in and talked to me about the different ways of numbing me to do the surgery. As he was talking to me and Jeff, a nurse came in and told him that we would be doing general anastesia, so don't bother telling me any more. She then looked at Jeff in his scrubs and said, "you won't be needing those after all. You can't go with her when we do general anestesia." He looked relieved and scared at the same time. He's not one for dealing with blood and stuff, so he was a little freaked about the birth anyway.
It was at that point that I really started to freak out. The nurse said we needed to get going NOW!! "We have to get that baby out NOW!" They started rolling my bed down the hall and into an operating room. I remember them counting instruments and the doctor telling everyone to get moving because they needed to get the baby out immediately. Then I was out.
I woke up a couple of hours later to Jeff telling me that our baby was fine and that he had 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. We were OK! I was so excited and couldn't wait to see him. They moved me to my room and brought him to me a few minutes later. He was perfect! He had a perfectly round head and beautiful blue eyes. He was the most amazing little person I had ever seen! I was thrilled beyond belief.
Happy Birthday to my first born! I love you with all that I have, and I am so proud of you. You are a wonderful, sweet, caring, funny, awesome boy and I am so lucky to have you in my life!
We left the hospital and went to eat breakfast at a cool little diner near our house. The doctor had said that he didn't want me to eat too much. Yeah right! I'm sorry, but you can't tell a 9-months-pregnant woman to "not eat too much". I was starving! Anyway, after brunch, we stopped by the grocery store to get a few items and then went back to the house to hang around for a while.
Back to the hospital at 1:00pm and they put us in a different room. This one was awful! The TV only showed 2/3 of the picture! It was especially bad, because we ended up spending the next 6 1/2 hours cooped up in there. The doctor gave me 2-3 more doses of the "induction pill" that did nothing for me. Nurses came in and checked on me several times throughout the day, and never once was I in labor.
At one point, a nurse came in and stuck something in my IV. I asked what she was doing and her reply was that she was giving me something to stop the contractions because the baby's heart rate would drop with each one. Contractions??? I was having contractions?? I hadn't felt a thing.
Off and on all day, nurses and the doctor would check on me. They kept telling me that they were watching the baby's heart rate and I would probably be going home soon - after they checked with the doctor about it. ugghhh... When was I ever going to have this baby???
Finally, at around 7:30pm, the doctor came in and stood at the foot of my bed. He said, "I think we should talk about the possibility of doing a C-section". He was so laid-back about it, I almost felt like I had a choice in the matter. I asked if this was the only solution, and he said that he was concerned about the heart rate and felt like this was the best idea. I said, "You're the doctor - if you think this is the best thing to do at this point, then I guess we're having a c-section".
The next thing I knew, there were dozens of nurses flying in and out of my room. One threw some scrubs at Jeff and told him to get ready. Another gave me some liquid to drink so I wouldn't throw up. One came in with a razor and a small tub of water. (ack!) One came in and caused me the most pain I've ever felt in my life!! An anastesiologist came in and talked to me about the different ways of numbing me to do the surgery. As he was talking to me and Jeff, a nurse came in and told him that we would be doing general anastesia, so don't bother telling me any more. She then looked at Jeff in his scrubs and said, "you won't be needing those after all. You can't go with her when we do general anestesia." He looked relieved and scared at the same time. He's not one for dealing with blood and stuff, so he was a little freaked about the birth anyway.
It was at that point that I really started to freak out. The nurse said we needed to get going NOW!! "We have to get that baby out NOW!" They started rolling my bed down the hall and into an operating room. I remember them counting instruments and the doctor telling everyone to get moving because they needed to get the baby out immediately. Then I was out.
I woke up a couple of hours later to Jeff telling me that our baby was fine and that he had 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. We were OK! I was so excited and couldn't wait to see him. They moved me to my room and brought him to me a few minutes later. He was perfect! He had a perfectly round head and beautiful blue eyes. He was the most amazing little person I had ever seen! I was thrilled beyond belief.
Happy Birthday to my first born! I love you with all that I have, and I am so proud of you. You are a wonderful, sweet, caring, funny, awesome boy and I am so lucky to have you in my life!
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