9:20 am Doc has water broken, 3cm, 60% effaced, -3 station.
9:45 am Felt first contraction.
12:00 pm EPIDURAL!!!!! fentanyl yay!!!!
12:45 pm 4 cm
12:50 pm 5cm and 80% thinned out
1:00 pm Internal monitor inserted.
3:00 pm 9cm and zero station... Wanted to push like crazy.
3:30 pm Puking orange jello.
4:00 pm So this is what dying feels like...
4:15 pm More drugs yay!!!!
4:40 pm 10 cm +1 station 100% effaced. I can't feel my legs from the recent drugs. Can't feel any pushing pains either. Doc will be back in 1 hour.
5:20 pm Baby's heart rate drops dramatically at a contraction. Nurses aren't sure if it's the baby's HB or mine so they insert a spiral wire into his scalp to measure more accurately. I'm given an oxygen mask. "It smells really nice."
5:35pm Pushing begins. I really can't feel anything so I'm pretty much faking it. They said I was doing it though. lawl. In between contractions we'd watch Royal Tennenbaums and joke around.
6:25pm I birth a baby! My day nurse is pleased because her shift ended at 6:30. Only an hour of pushing! yay
After a couple hours I was up and running around. Somehow the fsm angels smiled upon me and I had no tearing. Later on I decided that I actually did have a sore kind of pain and cramping and now I get to eat percocet for a while. We came home the next day (Tuesday). Ollie seems to be doing okay. He sure whines a lot more than my daughter did... but it's cute because it sounds like a mangled cat. <3 He spits up a lot, too, which I am not very used to.
Orchid is taking to him better than I thought she would. When he cries, she says things like "Awwww" and "Uh ohhh!" She pats his head and tries to kiss him. I can tell that she's a little disturbed with the decrease in attention but overall she's doing great.
A name and a date for the fetus face!
Current mood: anxious
Hokay!
Today's Doc Appt: September 9
I am 36wks 3 days
I gained 3 pounds! This makes a total 23lbs!
Heart beat is fine. Belly is measuring 42 weeks. (yowza) I'm dialated a little over 1 cm. After she checked me I totally ralphed. I ralphed at the ultrasound last week too. Guess it's all that pressure when laying on my back.
LAME!
She looked at my ultrasound info and gave me a couple offers. One was to induce my 39th week or schedule a c-section since the baby is gigantico. Last week the ultrasound estimated that the baby weighed 7lbs 13oz, which is larger than Orchid when she was born (7lbs7oz) and I still have a month to go. I chose to accept the induction. It is scheduled for Sept 29th! That's 20 days away! AHHH! So, he'll be a Libra but with any luck he'll have some Virgo flava. She also gave me the thumbs up to try any home induction techniques if I feel so inclined. She just said to stay away from Black Cohosh which apparently is a big no no for pregnant ladies because of crazy evil contractions or something. No problem doc.
Finally got around to registering at the birth center too. Almost forgot to do that.
AND for anyone who doesn't know yet, the husband and I finally decided 100% on a name.
Oliver Felix
"Ollie" for short. Then the munchkins will be Orchid and Ollie, which I think sounds pretty good. They will have many adventures.
Currently
listening
:
Modern Guilt
By
Beck
Release date: 2008-07-08
In a perfect world, being pregnant would not mean having to get up from a comfy place to pee every five minutes. Unfortunately, thems the breaks. However, in a near perfect world, I would be able to move into my bathroom... and I like to dream.
There I am, permanently attached to my toilet in a fancy bathroom, holding my cafemom laptop and box of cakesters. I would have my humongous glass of water and prenatals within reach. I'd have a cute mini fridge stocked with all my favorite craving foods. I would have a telephone to call my doc when I freak out about something or go into labor. I would have not one, but TWO rolls of neverending toilet paper hanging up. I'd also have a poster reminding me to always wear my big girl panties and deal with it! [inside cafemom joke]
update on gigantic spawn fetus [pics]
Current mood: complacent
So, I had my ultrasound today and got me some nifty video footage and pics of baby face mcgill:
big nose
mask face
eating cord
I had to have this ultrasound because my belly was measuring 4 weeks bigger than it should have. According to the measurements taken at the U/S, he is measuring only 2 weeks bigger. He weighs appromixately 3lbs 14oz where as most babies at 30 weeks should weigh a little under 3lbs. It puts him at the 89th percentile for weight. He looked healthy. Had all his limbs. Heart beat was good. The amniotic fluid levels looked fine. So, he's just a big baby and there really isn't anything I can do about it! They won't change my due date or anything. They're going to schedule me for another U/S at 37 weeks to see how gigantic he's getting. I see my actual doctor tomorrow and I'm sure we'll discuss it. If I hear anything awesome like they'll induce me at some point, I'll update again.
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, a big big love!
Current mood: stressed
I am beseeching all of you to make Jake go with Oren for the baby's name. kthx. I even offered the middle name Bosco, his favorite name ever! Was that not completely generous of me? C'mon.
I had my 7 month OB appointment yesterday. The doc said that the baby was measuring 4 weeks bigger than he should be. I do not like this. I have not been gaining crazy amounts of weight. I do not have gestational diabetes this time around. I do not want to push out a 15 pound child. I do not want him yanked out of my abdomen. In two weeks there will be an ultrasound to see what's going on. Until then I will continue to freak out.
I'm thinking that sometime in August there will need to be a Fetus Fiesta where people will need to gather and eat delicious foods and celebrate my breeding skills. Wanna come?
Lately I've been tremendously angered by germs. I realized that I've never sterilized the steering wheel in my car. I cannot imagine what kind of micro-infestations have colonized there. I get really upset when I see people touch certain things and do not wash their hands. Door knobs need to be cleaned 47 times a day. I'm always wanting to scrub every little crevace of linoleum but I don't have the time or strength to do a lot of it anymore and it doesn't seem like anyone else is bothered by the horror. I just have to sit and look at the possible miniature health hazards hiding in the bottom of the sink and deal with it. I'm starting to think that I'm over-worrying about this stuff but I'm not sure. Is it not a good idea to be as clean as you can?
There was a discussion over how protective I am of Orchid and her limited contact with germs. She's never been sick! A friend said I should throw her to the hands of disease so her immune system will build up. I do not see the benefit of letting her hang out with a bunch of pneumonia patients and chicken pox children. She does get exposed to some things when we're out in public but do you think it is really beneficial to make her get sick? Wouldn't that be some sort of child abuse? Srsly. I like being a germaphobe. It makes me feel good.
I want some Silly Rabbit chocolate! I want to see Eddie Izzard now! I want some hair dye and new clothes! I want Chinese foods! I want it to rain! I want a nap! I want to destress with some shop therapy! I want being a stay at home mom to have a salary so I can pay for useless things! I want to talk about something other than baby crap! Want! Want! Want! Whine! Whine! Whine!
Orchid’s 1st birthday [pics]
Current mood: accomplished
Here are some pictures from today. There are videos too but it's taking a long ass time to load so I will update the blog later with those as soon as I can. Also, thanks to everyone who wished her a happy birthday.
Yo shorty, it's yer birfday.
We started out the day watching Yellow Submarine.
Then we had a drink and took a nap.
Then when Jake got home, we opened some presents.
The bag was her favorite toy, of course.
After presents we had cake. It was a wonderful carrot cake. I got the recipe from Jake's mom.
It was supposed to be the most delicious and beautiful cake ever... and it was... until Orchid destroyed it.
Do you know how hard it is to get a cream cheese frosting out of linoleum?
I learned a lot of important things from this birthday. 1.) One year olds are really slow at unwrapping presents. 2.) Yellow Submarine is a big hit with tiny humans. 3) Do not put in the effort of making an awesomely delicious cake if it will get destroyed by a one year old. 4.) Undress the one year old before letting her play in cake. 5.) Seeing Orchid covered in cake and smiling a year later is definitely worth the lugging around a fetus for 9 months and the pain of childbirth.
results from gender predicting ultrasound...
Current mood: amorous
For me, there are two main highlights of pregnancy. 1.) Getting tiny human out of my body. 2.) Finding out the gender of tiny human.
I waited 5 long months for this day! Super excited! I couldn't wait for pictures and my VHS tape of ultrasound blobby goodness! I couldn't wait to tell everyone I know what kind of chromosomes tiny human ended up with! Yayayayayay!
I was very anxious to see if it would come out a girl. I had a dream that it would and I just had this feeling that I don't make boys. I was also anxious because I know Jake really wanted a son to raise.
Well I can only give X chromosomes, but this time Jake gave a Y chromosome!
Yayayayay! It's a BOY!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Crazy! I don't know anything about raising boys! I'm very happy though! We'll have one of each!
Anyway, here are some pics from the ultrasound:
awwwww little baby toes!
awwww little baby legs (these are my favorite shots)
awwww creepy baby spine (they remind me of cat skeletons)
awwwwww boy stuff
awww more boy stuff
aww this makes me want to name him Skeletor
So that's little OSKAR. We've begun the grueling process of finding a middle name. For right now we're gonna go ahead with Craig's suggestion of The Great and Powerful Zoltar. If you think of anything that beats that, let me know. In the meantime, I'm gonna pour over baby name books and websites.
I'm not really sure what Orchid thinks of her baby brother yet. She's so hard to read sometimes.
After leaving the Vinyl Club last night, I was determined to write a hater blog about it. I came to realize, however, that being a hater on the subject (or a hater in general) isn't nice. I shouldn't put down the scene just because I don't participate. I decided not to post my video because it wasn't nice either.
The turn out was really great. I think there were more people than the occupancy limit. The music was bumpin' and it looks like people were having a good time. It was good to see Opie. He taught me a few things. I also really liked seeing Jake spin. I hadn't seen him do it before. I'm really happy he found a creative outlet, something that lets him go out and do his thing and meet people who have similar musical taste. I wish I had something like that. Jake dedicated a song to me, too, which was nice. If there's another event like this, I probably won't go, though. It is not a place for a confused, anti-electronica, sober, pod person.
I want to express my thanks to Ember for coming out with me and bearing it for a while. At least SOMEONE DID! Bitches. It was also cool to see Bobby dancing. I've never seen him dance before. That was awesome.
Other than paying three bucks for a coke I had a decent time. It was a little boring for me, but decent. I can't relate to this culture at all. I detest the style, attitude and behavior of these people. I admit I can't dance to save my life, but it isn't all that difficult to do a pelvic-thrusting, two-step with your arms in the air while making a smushy face. I'm not really sure what the point of this dancing is.... a wacky mating dance? dehydation catalyst? your only form of exercise?
I just found it silly that people have a good time by getting sloshed and rubbing their genitals on each other. Then again, I think sex is pretty silly in itself. Anyway, I sat in a chair, appalled, wide-eyed and traumatized and the people dancing in front of me.
This was the face of my inside emotions:
I saw things I never wanted to see. I saw one guy exchange bodily fluids with at least 4 women in the matter of 2 hours. I saw old men voyeurs sipping at the bar, enjoying every bit of the female youth. I saw L.A. clones mosh to a Nirvana house remix (???) Later on when Jake was done spinning, we sat and counted how many STDs must've been transferred in the mass of people via grind dancing. Opie corrected me in saying that they were DTDs.. but the only way I would dance in that mess was if I wore a full body condom, for realsies.
I got excited later on in the night when I saw some large women shaking their groove thang. I love that. I complimented them in person. They were so cute! They ruined it later on though, when one of them got slutty on some rich, skinny looking guy. Geh.
At the end of the night I waited by the car for Jake to get his records together. I got accosted by a guy from the club who had obviously hadn't found a lady hookup. I think he was trying to seduce me by asking me to "smoke some nugget." LAME.
Oh poop. Looks like it did turn into a hater blog. I really need to work on that.
chipper
amorous
anxious
amused
complacent
stressed
accomplished
awake
annoyed
If there's another event like this, I probably won't go, though. It is not a place for a confused, anti-electronica, sober, pod person. 
It was also cool to see Bobby dancing. I've never seen him dance before. That was awesome.