Sunday, July 31, 2011
Pig Roast!
Sawyer's first pig roast! The food was amazing and Sabi shared her pictures from her trip around Europe.
Too bad Sawyer slept through most of it :)
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Visiting Mormor and Papa
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Road Trip
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Figuring it all out!
In my new role as full time mom, I feel like I am (kind of) figuring things out! I am on call 24/7, I am now a provider of the only form of food for my baby, and I don't get to sleep like the dead! And the crazy part...I am loving every minute of it! It seems like a treat to stare at her for 10-15 minutes at a time. I also sometimes get startled when she moves and have to remind myself that Sawyer is REAL!
I can't skip writing about the fact that Lance is a fantastic dad. It was so hard to have him go back to work a week after she was born, but it is pretty special when he gets home in the evenings and spends time with her doing skin to skin or tummy time. They already have that special daddy/daughter relationship and it is fantastic to watch.
I can't skip writing about the fact that Lance is a fantastic dad. It was so hard to have him go back to work a week after she was born, but it is pretty special when he gets home in the evenings and spends time with her doing skin to skin or tummy time. They already have that special daddy/daughter relationship and it is fantastic to watch.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Birth Story
Wow, I really need to get going on the purpose of this blog. Updating all of you with photos and tidbits about our new little family! I will post lots of pics after this and try to date them so you can see her growth already.
For those who are not aware, Sawyer was born July 2nd at 5:16am, weighed 6lbs 11 oz and was 19 inches long. Our birth story is a little scary and not at all what my overplanned brain had in store for Lance and me. I’ve already scared some pregnant friends, but I think it is healthy to know that all things are possbile when you step in to that hospital room!
Thursday 6/30: Woke up with mild contractions, almost to the point of thinking, “What is that feeling? It’s like I am having cramps in my back that move forward to my abdomen and then back again hmmmm.” Any experienced preggo probably would have known right away…
Contractions continued through getting a pedicure with my mom and enjoying a nice dinner with my mom and dad.
Friday 7/1: Doctors appointment at 1:45 to have a non stress test done to make sure Sawyer was doing okay in there. Laying in the room with a monitor on my belly, and the nurse who kept coming to check got increasingly worried as Sawyer’s movements were happening but my contractions were causing some sort of fluctuation with things. Doctor gets called in, looks at the read out and says, “Have you had your cervix checked?” I hadn’t so we did that and I was 3 cm dialated and 70% effaced. The doctor’s next comment…..
“I think it’s time to have a baby.”
To be honest I kind of laughed and thought oh okay. But then I realized she was serious as she is asking me who I need to call, and that I will not be going home but will be getting checked into the hospital. I was definitely listening to her, but also dealing with this strange white noise in my ears that was my conscious going, “Is she serious? Is this it? What does she mean by have a baby? Like now?”
So, I call Lance at work and it goes like this:
Me: Hey
Lance Hey,can I call you right back?
Me: No
Lance: No? Oh I thought you were calling about your appointment, what’s going on?
Me: They are checking me into the hospital and you need to come now.
Lance: Oh, okay! So I need to go home and get the bags and stuff?
Me: Yep
I walk (yes walk) in a daze over to the hospital next door and get myself checked in. Mind you my contractions are about the same, 5-6 minutes apart and 45 seconds to a minute long. I can talk through them but have to kind of focus a bit. I change my clothes, they hook me up to a similar (but better?) monitor and I answer all the nurses questions. People keep asking me what the plan is and I realize I have no idea. The doctor just said she would meet me here.
Moving on… 3:30pm Lance gets there, by then the nurse has explained that Sawyer is not reacting well to my contractions. Every time I have one her heartbeat is dropping slightly. They are guessing the doctor will induce me. Hours later the doctor gets there and that is exactly her plan, however, she warns me that in situations like this, if the baby continues to react as she is, it may end up in a c-section. I have to admit I did not take this news well, because again a c-section was never in my little plans for this episode of life. They start pitocin and my contractions get stronger, the nurse and doctor get worried so they put me on oxygen and a water drip IV. Sawyer does better with those aids, but they are still worried. They take me off pitocin and wait while the doctor delivers other babies on the floor. Lance sleeps a little while I try to sleep for the 2-3 minutes in between my contractions :) which have gotten to the point where I can’t really talk through them. A couple conversations between Lance and I.
#1 2:00am Me: Why am I not just getting an epidural so you and I can sleep and be rested for the rest of this?
Lance: Because it’s not what you wanted to do.
Me: Okay, you’re right.
#2 3:30am Me: If she comes in and checks me and I haven’t progressed very much, I think I am going to get an epidural.
Lance: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, this is what I told my self, if the labor became long and I wasn’t progressing I would probably get one.
Lance: okay
4:30am Doctor comes in and says she is going to break my water and start me back on pitocin. She checks my cervix and says I am still at 3cm. I decide this is a good time to get an epidural. Good thing I did, get ready to go from zero to sixty.
Nurse stays in the room after my epidural monitoring the heartbeat, she says hmmm and calls the doctor in. The doctor says, okay this is what we talked about, you are going to need to get a c-section, her heart rate is dropping even more. Before I know it, Lance is in a white suit with a cute blue hat and the nurse is unplugging my bed so they can roll me down the hall.
We get into the OR and Lance is asked to wait outside until they get him. Here is what I heard:
Doctor: Is that monitor plugged and correct?
Nurse: Yes
Doctor: Okay people we need to hurry and I need the NICU called down here immediately. Stephanie what I need you to do is take deep breaths and stay calm Pause…people let’s move. I am going to start…I’m starting.
I am laying there absolutely freaking out in every sense of the word. Lance has not been called in and I am thinking they will forget about him. I can feel things I probably shouldn’t be able to feel and the doctor is telling the anesthesiologist to give me more meds. Finally Lance’s face appears before mine and he says, “Babe, you are okay, look at my face, look at my face you are okay.
Within 5 minutes I hear a baby crying (my baby) and a few minutes later the most adorable little girl is held by my wonderful husband right next to my head. She is sticking her tongue out and making faces at us both.
Healthy mommy, healthy baby…isn’t that always the end goal?
For those who are not aware, Sawyer was born July 2nd at 5:16am, weighed 6lbs 11 oz and was 19 inches long. Our birth story is a little scary and not at all what my overplanned brain had in store for Lance and me. I’ve already scared some pregnant friends, but I think it is healthy to know that all things are possbile when you step in to that hospital room!
Thursday 6/30: Woke up with mild contractions, almost to the point of thinking, “What is that feeling? It’s like I am having cramps in my back that move forward to my abdomen and then back again hmmmm.” Any experienced preggo probably would have known right away…
Contractions continued through getting a pedicure with my mom and enjoying a nice dinner with my mom and dad.
Friday 7/1: Doctors appointment at 1:45 to have a non stress test done to make sure Sawyer was doing okay in there. Laying in the room with a monitor on my belly, and the nurse who kept coming to check got increasingly worried as Sawyer’s movements were happening but my contractions were causing some sort of fluctuation with things. Doctor gets called in, looks at the read out and says, “Have you had your cervix checked?” I hadn’t so we did that and I was 3 cm dialated and 70% effaced. The doctor’s next comment…..
“I think it’s time to have a baby.”
To be honest I kind of laughed and thought oh okay. But then I realized she was serious as she is asking me who I need to call, and that I will not be going home but will be getting checked into the hospital. I was definitely listening to her, but also dealing with this strange white noise in my ears that was my conscious going, “Is she serious? Is this it? What does she mean by have a baby? Like now?”
So, I call Lance at work and it goes like this:
Me: Hey
Lance Hey,can I call you right back?
Me: No
Lance: No? Oh I thought you were calling about your appointment, what’s going on?
Me: They are checking me into the hospital and you need to come now.
Lance: Oh, okay! So I need to go home and get the bags and stuff?
Me: Yep
I walk (yes walk) in a daze over to the hospital next door and get myself checked in. Mind you my contractions are about the same, 5-6 minutes apart and 45 seconds to a minute long. I can talk through them but have to kind of focus a bit. I change my clothes, they hook me up to a similar (but better?) monitor and I answer all the nurses questions. People keep asking me what the plan is and I realize I have no idea. The doctor just said she would meet me here.
Moving on… 3:30pm Lance gets there, by then the nurse has explained that Sawyer is not reacting well to my contractions. Every time I have one her heartbeat is dropping slightly. They are guessing the doctor will induce me. Hours later the doctor gets there and that is exactly her plan, however, she warns me that in situations like this, if the baby continues to react as she is, it may end up in a c-section. I have to admit I did not take this news well, because again a c-section was never in my little plans for this episode of life. They start pitocin and my contractions get stronger, the nurse and doctor get worried so they put me on oxygen and a water drip IV. Sawyer does better with those aids, but they are still worried. They take me off pitocin and wait while the doctor delivers other babies on the floor. Lance sleeps a little while I try to sleep for the 2-3 minutes in between my contractions :) which have gotten to the point where I can’t really talk through them. A couple conversations between Lance and I.
#1 2:00am Me: Why am I not just getting an epidural so you and I can sleep and be rested for the rest of this?
Lance: Because it’s not what you wanted to do.
Me: Okay, you’re right.
#2 3:30am Me: If she comes in and checks me and I haven’t progressed very much, I think I am going to get an epidural.
Lance: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, this is what I told my self, if the labor became long and I wasn’t progressing I would probably get one.
Lance: okay
4:30am Doctor comes in and says she is going to break my water and start me back on pitocin. She checks my cervix and says I am still at 3cm. I decide this is a good time to get an epidural. Good thing I did, get ready to go from zero to sixty.
Nurse stays in the room after my epidural monitoring the heartbeat, she says hmmm and calls the doctor in. The doctor says, okay this is what we talked about, you are going to need to get a c-section, her heart rate is dropping even more. Before I know it, Lance is in a white suit with a cute blue hat and the nurse is unplugging my bed so they can roll me down the hall.
We get into the OR and Lance is asked to wait outside until they get him. Here is what I heard:
Doctor: Is that monitor plugged and correct?
Nurse: Yes
Doctor: Okay people we need to hurry and I need the NICU called down here immediately. Stephanie what I need you to do is take deep breaths and stay calm Pause…people let’s move. I am going to start…I’m starting.
I am laying there absolutely freaking out in every sense of the word. Lance has not been called in and I am thinking they will forget about him. I can feel things I probably shouldn’t be able to feel and the doctor is telling the anesthesiologist to give me more meds. Finally Lance’s face appears before mine and he says, “Babe, you are okay, look at my face, look at my face you are okay.
Within 5 minutes I hear a baby crying (my baby) and a few minutes later the most adorable little girl is held by my wonderful husband right next to my head. She is sticking her tongue out and making faces at us both.
Healthy mommy, healthy baby…isn’t that always the end goal?
Friday, July 1, 2011
Belly times two!
The day of THE doctor's appointment, going for a walk with contractions about 6-7 minutes apart.
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