The Fam

The Fam

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

2 Weeks Old

Today Finley is two weeks old! I can't believe it! I meant to write a blog last Wednesday when she was one week old but I was just so tired. I did, however, take a photo of her. So what all has happened in two weeks? Well, Finley has grown half an inch and gained 6 ounces. That is good news because she had her two week checkup today and one of the main points of this checkup is to make sure she is back up to her birth weight (8 lbs 1 oz). At Finley's first appointment which was last Monday she weighed 7 lbs 15 oz which is totally normal because they expect them to lose up to 10% of their weight in that first week. One thing that we were concerned about was that at her first appointment her doctor noticed that her hips clicked. She said that she'd recheck them today and if they were still doing it, she'd have to have an ultrasound on them. So I was extremely nervous for today. I even had to call in reinforcements to go to the appointment with me since Hooper couldn't take off work again. Mom and Elliott went with me and luckily the doctor did not notice the clicking like last time. She said that last time it was clicking every time she rotated her legs back but this time she had to really hunt for it. Since it's not totally gone, she will recheck her again in two weeks. Things have been going well around here but I wont lie, it's lonesome and sometimes hard with Hooper at work. We are on a feeding schedule that was recommended by her doctor of every 2 hours during the day starting at 8am and then at night we go as long between feedings as Finley will allow. It gets very hard to have such a demanding schedule like that. Not to mention it is very painful for me. :( Oh, at Finley's doctor's appointment they said that she is in the 50th percentile for weight, 50th percentile for head, and 90th percentile for her length. Her bellybutton still hasn't fallen off and that usually happens around 10-14 days from what I read. Dr. Watts says that she has a very thick stump and it will take longer for hers to dry out. Hooper put together the swing and the bouncy seat this week and today Finley took a nap in the swing while I napped on the couch and it was very nice. Yesterday and the day before she and I both stayed in my bedroom all. day. long. I never even turned on my tv. Every time she slept, I tried to sleep, and otherwise I played on my computer and she played in my bed with me. It was nice to venture out of the house today and then out to the living room when we were home. Ha. Anyway, these first two weeks have been a little bit of an emotional roller coaster and I look forward to the "baby blues" leaving my system in the next couple of weeks. A lot of people don't really warn you about the emotions that you feel after you give birth. Mainly it's about loneliness for me because my ENTIRE family has been sick and hasn't been able to come over and see us. Mom is finally feeling much better and has been able to come over a few nights this week which makes me feel much better. I know that I'd feel so much better and happier if I wasn't alone all day long. Not to mention lacking sleep. Don't let all of this negative talk fool you though, I have been having a good time with this sweet little baby girl. She is so adorable and I know that I need to appreciate these moments when it's just the two of us because I will never get these 6 weeks back again. Hopefully by the time I blog next week I can say I've kicked the baby blues and that everyone in my family is better and we've been having lots of family time. Here are the two pictures from this week and last week and then some others I took with my phone recently.

1 week old


2 weeks old






Sunday, January 16, 2011

NOT 41 Weeks! :)

(Let me preface this blog by saying that it is a little bit all over the place but I'm on pain meds.)


Thank goodness I'm not writing a blog titled 41 weeks! From now on my blogs will be different. :) I am going to continue to try to blog weekly, but I'll probably switch my blog days to Wednesdays instead of Sundays because it'll be easier to log how many weeks old Finley is. So let me start this one off by talking about the morning of January 11th. Everyone was pulling for a January 11th delivery so that her birthday could be 1/11/11, and early that morning I was beginning to wonder if that was actually going to be the day. I woke up and had some cramping and went to the restroom and there was some evidence (I wont go into too much detail in this part) of a baby coming in the near future. The only problem is that this "evidence" could mean a baby is coming that day or coming in a few weeks. But since I had had absolutely NO signs or symptoms of labor thus far, I got pretty optimistic that perhaps Finley would make her debut on 1/11/11. As the day progressed, I continued to have some cramping but the next thing I knew it was late at night and I was not having any contractions and my water hadn't broken. I went to sleep that night after taking two Benedryl (not good timing!) and having a late night video chat with my friend Faith. I slept for about an hour and fifteen minutes before I woke up to a pain my abdomen. It was about 12:45am on 1/12/11. I paid some attention to the pain but then fell back asleep. Then I woke up again with the same pain. As I woke up a little more I realized that these pains were occurring very close together. I grabbed my iphone and opened up the "Notes" area and started logging the times that I felt these pains. I went to the restroom and texted Anna asking her if these could be contractions and what I should do. After about 35 minutes, I woke Hooper up and told him I was pretty sure I was having contractions and they were 2-4 minutes apart. He called the doctor on call and the doctor said if we think we might be in labor, go to the hospital. So, we grabbed our bags, kissed our pets and headed that way.

On the drive up there, the contractions were 2 minutes apart and every bump in the road hurt like heck. The drive really didn't feel like it took that long, and I continued to log my contractions the entire time. When we arrived at the hospital, we went into the emergency room area as instructed and checked in. It didn't take long at all to get into a room and for a nurse to check me. At this point I believed she would tell me I was in full blown labor and I was dilated to a 4 or so. Instead, she told me I was dilated to a one and they had put in a call to the doctor on call (who was not my doctor) and she hooked me up to some machines while we waited. The contractions showed up on the monitor and sure enough, they were 2 minutes apart. I think that all of this was taking place around 2:30am but it all is kind of a blur now because I was in such agonizing pain. When the on call doctor called back, he told the nurses not to admit me yet. To him, all he knew was that I was dilated to a 1 and having close contractions. But somebody can be dilated to a 1 for weeks. So as mad as I was at him, I understand why he didn't want to jump the gun and admit me. However, with the pain that I was in, you can bet your bottom dollar I wasn't going to go home had they tried to send me home. So we stayed in the same room we were in, the nurse kept checking me, and it was as if I was admitted, the only thing is that I wasn't getting any attention from a doctor and I wasn't getting ANY medication whatsoever. I got my blood drawn and my iv and it hurt like a beast. They had to poke me over and over to finally get in my vein. Once they had the iv placed in my hand, it never did feel comfortable. I still don't think it was in there very well. At 7am, the nurse left and the new shift came in. This is where I feel like things really changed.

Two nurses walked in and I was a little shocked. Our other nurse never said goodbye. (I didn't fancy her too much though.) So my new two nurses were as sweet as pie. One of them was probably a little younger than I am and it appeared as if she was training. She was an RN, but she was probably new to the hospital or something. The other nurse came across as very maternal and very calming. One of the very first things she told me after they went over all of my stuff was that I was handling the contractions completely wrong. She said that if I tense up, nothing will progress because it tenses up my cervix also. She encouraged me to take a breath in for 5 seconds and breathe out for 3 seconds for the duration of my contractions. She worked with me on this for a little bit and then they left the room. Almost immediately after they walked out, I felt a large pool of wetness under me. I told Hooper that either my water broke or I just peed myself. He went and got the nurses and they were ecstatic! They said that yes, my water did break and this was great news because now they could admit me no matter what. My water broke around 7:20am. They ordered some pain medication and ordered the epidural. I can't put into words quite how bad I was hurting during this pain. I was trembling so bad. So fast forward to my epidural at about 9:50am. That is where the pain stops. So basically, I was having the worst pain of my life every two minutes apart from 12:45am to 9:50am. I had gotten some pain meds through my IV at some point but it didn't do squat. After my water broke I was dilated to a 3 and then I was a 6 at 9:59am and quickly became a 9.5 at 10:10am.

When my doctor got there it all just happened so fast. Oh, to go back a little bit, we had told everyone NOT to come to the hospital yet because things were going so slowly and I hadn't even been admitted until after 7. I have been told over and over that with your first born, things move slowly and don't have your family and friends wait in the waiting room for hours on end when things are so unpredictable. Well, things were CERTAINLY unpredictable. My mom made it in time to be in the delivery room and Anna barely made it there in time. It was a pleasant surprise that Anna was able to be in there with us. My doctor was very welcoming of us breaking the rules a little and having more than the allowed 2 people in the room. :) Okay, so back to the story... The nurses were a little frantic before the doctor got there because of the way Finley's heart rate was going during my contractions. But the doctor was there in no time and I was told to push during my contractions. She told me that I might feel the urge to push because I'd feel some pressure, and sure enough, I knew exactly when to push. Let me just say that I did not feel ANY pain after I got my epidural. I only felt this pressure that let me know when to push and I pushed when I needed to and before I knew it, Finley was on my chest.

All of the timing of this event seems that it took so long but seems like it all went so fast. It's so hard to explain how it all runs together and how I could be in the worst pain of my life for such a long period of time and then feel the happiest I've ever felt hours later. Finley was born at 11:15am and she weighed 8 lbs 1 oz and is 21 inches long. We stayed at the hospital Wednesday night and Thursday night and we were treated so wonderfully by everybody that we dealt with. I was sad when we got moved into a different room and our nurses were no longer our nurses. I felt like I owed so much to them. I know that I have to give them credit for my water breaking when it did. I truly feel like the breathing exercises helped move that along.

So I'll fast forward a little bit since this blog is the longest blog ever. And also this blog is full of rambling but I want to make sure and have it all logged for the future. :) Anyway, Finley is the cutest little baby I've ever seen and she is just absolutely perfect. Hooper and I are both just so excited about everything. The first night at home went so great and last night was a little bit rougher. Finley is sleeping well and eating well but we get scared at night when we take our eyes off of her. I'm sure that most new parents feel this way. It almost makes me want to sleep in shifts and have one of us stare at her while the other sleeps and vice versa. I know that is a silly concept but it's scary to be a first time parent. Tomorrow is her first pediatrician appointment and I'm really excited about it. I'm excited to ask questions and to make sure that we are doing things right and to make sure that all is well with her. Below are some of our pictures from her birth and from the past few days. The first two are my Notes on my phone of my contractions. :)


















Monday, January 10, 2011

40 Weeks

Well it looks like this will be the final post before Finley's arrival. I can't believe I made it beyond 40 weeks. I surely thought since my nieces came early and since all of my girlfriends were induced early if theirs didn't come early, that she'd have made her grand entrance by now. But here I sit 40 weeks and 1 day pregnant. One of my iphone apps tells me what food size Finley is on the different weeks and for the past several week she's been a watermelon. I thought that was as big as it would ever get on the app, but today I glanced at it and it said "You are past your due date" (Thanks for the reminder, I almost forgot.) and that she is now the size of a pumpkin. The good news is that she is where she wants to be no doubt. She isn't making an effort at all to come join us, and with this cold weather, I don't blame her. When I first got pregnant and realized what my due date would be, my first instinct was to wish for her to be born as far away from Christmas as possible for her sake. After we realized things about tax credits and insurance, we started wishing for her arrival to be before 2011. (Selfish? Maybe so.) But now I am happy that we are technically over the Christmas time frame. Although some people still have their decorations still out. Speaking of, some people still have PUMPKINS OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!? At my appointment last Thursday, when she went to "check me", she said she was going to strip my membranes which is a way of inducing labor a little bit more naturally. But when she was "checking me" she said, "But you'll have to be at a one for that.... annnnnnd, you aren't at a one yet. I am so sorry Chelsea." She was really sad for me I think. The great news that came out of the that appointment though was that we set up an induction date. She called me later on in the afternoon after checking with labor and delivery's schedule to let me know that there was space for us to come in Wednesday night at 5pm and check in. We will then eat dinner, watch tv, play on our laptops, and they will give me some medication. If I'd like, they will even give me sleep meds to help with my anticipation of the next morning. When we wake up, we'll shower, eat a light breakfast and they will start the induction process. So basically, Finley will be here by the end of Thursday. At this point I'm pretty sure that that will be the day. I don't foresee her coming out any earlier on her own. Although I have wished for the dramatic "My water just broke!!" moment, I don't think that is in my future. I also think that she is a bigger baby than what the doctor is thinking. I am very curious to know her stats, but even more curious to see what she looks like and to hold her. It's a strange feeling to grow something in your belly for 40 weeks without ever really meeting her until she is meeting everyone else. I am very anxious at this point. I'm not sleeping well, but I'm still for the most part pretty comfortable. I still feel like I could walk around the mall and lift my nieces and comfortably fit into a booth at a restaurant. I have seen pregnant ladies who look absolutely miserable before and I just don't think I'm there yet. The curiosity and the not knowing and the anxiety of the pain is probably my biggest issue I have going on right now. But I know that is only normal. It's weird to wrap this blog up and to know I'll never be posting another pregnancy blog about Finley again. But it's also a relief. :)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

39 Weeks and a Final Nursery Reveal

Well I made it past 39 weeks. I can't believe it. Honestly, I'm not miserable though. I keep wondering when I'll feel like I can barely move, but it hasn't happened yet. I go to the doctor again tomorrow to see if I've progressed any. Last week she told me I was 1/2 a centimeter and I really feel like that was just a pity 1/2 she was giving me. :( But tomorrow I hope that we start talking induction if things haven't progressed. I have still been sleeping on the wedge pillow for my indigestion and it is so great! It really helps and I sleep pretty comfortably on it. Below are the photos of Finley's nursery. It is finally finished. My mom hemmed the bedskirt and made the most amazing window valance and that was all we needed for it to be complete! Mom is still going to make two more pillows but that will just be a bonus. We have everything ready for Finley's arrival and we are just getting very anxious for her to get here already! My friend Maggie who is due tomorrow and who has been a great pregnant friend during these 9 months is in labor right now! And my cousin had her baby last night! It makes me want to have her so badly! The pets have been acting a little different which makes me feel like it's happening soon. Lyle has been so frisky and she's been climbing up on my belly and laying down and purring and licking my face pretty much on a nightly basis. Lefty, who usually either doesn't cuddle with anyone or cuddles up with Hooper, has been sleeping right next to/on top of me every night. And sweet little Alice is always right next to me so it's hard to tell if she knows anything is going on. :) Spanky hasn't been acting different though, but he's the only male in the animal family so maybe he doesn't have those maternal instincts. Last night some of my best girlfriends came over and Lissa brought her 6 month old, Mailey James over. Alice LOVED her. She was so curious about her in the car seat and she wagged her little tail nonstop while she watched her. Then I found her licking her little bitty baby hand. That makes me think that Alice is going to love Finley. Lefty and Lyle? I'm not so sure about. But Alice and Spanky are extremely sweet natured. I really wonder if I'll have a post at 40 weeks. The first picture below is of course my weekly Sunday picture. I'm beginning to look a little puffier in my face I think. And don't even get me started on my feet, hands and ankles! Eeek!