Packing for the hospital when you’re about to have a baby is like packing for vacation: You have to start early, pack and repack, and make sure you have everything you need just in case there is no Target around! I read plenty of blog entries about what I should pack (yes, we established before that I have (HAD) a ton of free time on my hands.)
It has been a busy, busy two weeks. Not only have I been non-stop taking care of Jimmie, with Jim for 12 days, and now my mom for a week, but our internet has been on and off since we got home from the hospital. Every time I wanted to blog, our internet was down. Now that it’s semi-working. I can try to squeeze in an update while Jimmie is sleeping. Like right now, I just gave him his vitamin D drops and he fell right asleep; he must have liked it!
Here are his one and two week photos:
Favorites: Being swaddled, held, and cuddled
Weight: Back at birth weight! 7 pounds 2 ounces
Firsts this week: Bath and lunch at Olive Garden
Nightly sleep schedule: Wakes up every 3 1/2-4 hours to eat
Favorite toy: Rockaroo
Life has changed so much since the time I woke up last Thursday morning. The day before, we had a routine doctor’s appointment. The doctor had told me I was only measuring at 34 weeks, even though I was 38, and she wanted me to go get an ultrasound the next day.
When I woke up the next day, I panicked. Mother intuition is a real thing, as I was told just days before by a nurse, friend of mine. She said, “You already have a mother’s intuition, use it.” I woke up crying, thinking something was wrong at 6 AM. Since I was awake, I got up and cleaned the house, just in case that day was THE day.
We had our appointment at 8:30 and found out that Little Jimmie was out of room and wasn’t moving as much as he should be. The doctor said it was up to us, but he suggested we go to the hospital and that I should be induced because the baby would be happier outside of the womb. I told him with pure excitement (and some fear,) “Okay, get this baby out of my belly and into my arms.” I asked the doctor if we had time to stop home, and stop for food. He said yes so off we went. My stuff was already in the car, but Jim had to get a few things, and I wanted to have a second breakfast at Starbucks, minus the coffee.
We arrived at the hospital around 11 AM, and was admitted into a labor and delivery room. The funniest part is that we were there the night before, at 8:00, to tour the L& D unit as a group tour for pregnant moms and their spouses. I soon changed into my fancy hospital gown, that my awesome mom bought me. She actually bought me two. I used one for delivery, and one for after delivery, which I wore until I was able to shower.
After checking in and getting changed, my vitals were taken and I was given an IV hookup. Soon, the doctor came in and checked everything out and said that since I was already dilated 2 cm, I could receive Pitocin to induce labor. This was at 1:15 PM.
After I was started on Pitocin through my IV, I ordered lunch real quick because I didn’t know how long it was going to take to go into active labor. I was told it could take DAYS. Days, without food? WHAT!? But I was told I could have clear liquids, popsicles, and jello; the popsicle news made me happy. So I had a grilled cheese as my last meal, for who knew how long, and it was fabulous. By 3 in the afternoon I was 3 cm, and my water had broken, all over my cute socks.
By this point I was having contractions and they were not pleasant, to say the least. I thought okay, I’ll suck this up until 7 cm, and then get the epidural. My doctor asked me if I wanted one and I said yes, 100 %, but I wanted to wait a while. He told me to just get it because it’s a waste of energy to suck it up when I knew for sure I wanted it. After a half hour more, I said okay give it to me doc!
By 5, the epidural had kicked in and I couldn’t feel my right leg, but could still feel my left. It was very weird and I kept having Jim move my foot back on top of my boppy wedge. (The wedge helped because I kept thinking my leg was falling off the bed.)
By 7, I was 5 cm dilated, and feeling the pressure from contractions more than ever. But somehow time went by fast and by 9:45, the doctor told me it was game time. I was like, “Wait, what? I can push now? I’m 10 cm, already?!” By 10:18 PM, our little boy was welcomed into his world. It was his birthday and although it didn’t start off as a party, once he was safe and in my arms, I was all smiles and happy tears.
As for the full-on delivery details, I don’t feel the need to go into great details that could make someone else’s delivery less or more than what it should be. All that matters is that Jimmie is healthy and happy. God was with us on Thursday, May 8, 2014, just as he is with us every other day of our lives. We are so lucky and so blessed to have our bundle of joy; he is a miracle and a dream come true.
I would like to introduce you all to our son, James Curtis. He came into this world 11 days early on May 8, 2014, at 10:18 PM, weighing 7 pounds 2 ounces, measuring at 19.5 inches. More delivery day details to come soon, including what I packed (and used) in my hospital bag!
Little Jimmie is doing GREAT! To say that he is the perfect baby is an understatement. He is sleeping well, eating well, and doing an amazing job at being the cutest baby I have ever seen (of course, I’m a little bias!) I think Jimmie looks just like his Daddy, and I wouldn’t want it any other way!
How far along: 38 weeks
Weight gain: 31 pounds. Can’t wait to see the scale go down, not up!
Maternity clothes: I wore pregnancy shorts this week, I may wear them all summer long….
Stretch marks: Nope
Belly button in or out: Still weird and flat.
Sleep: I sleep like crap for 3 nights then have one good night’s sleep. Luckily, last night was a good one!
Best moment this week: Getting our car seat inspected at the fire station and knowing it is 100% ready (and safe!) for Little Jimmie to ride in.
Worst moment this week: All of the rain and our roof leaking.
Miss anything: Working out!
Movement: I thought maybe Jimmie had dropped, but he is moving more than ever. He has not slowed down one bit!
Queasy or sick: Back has been better these past few days but it was awful the beginning of the week. Nothing else to complain about. I have been getting fuller, faster, though.
Looking forward to: My parents and brother coming down tomorrow, but they’re taking Toby when they leave until I get home from the hospital, which makes me sad. And of course, Little Jimmie arriving, will it be this week? We shall see!
While I was living in Korea, I was lucky enough to find an app that worked just liked txting, it was called KakaoTalk. Not only was I able to communicate with my friends in Korea through this app, but I was also able to stay in touch with my family and friends back in the States. I talked to my parents almost every day through this app.
One particular summer day, my dad sent me two paintings that he was working on: one had red balloons/circles and one had green balloons/circles. I told him immediately that I wanted them, and how they reminded me of The Lorax by Dr. Seuss. I told him whether we had a girl or a boy, I wanted the nursery theme to be Dr. Seuss. He then proceeded to tell me that he didn’t even like his paintings and how he didn’t plan on finishing them. I responded back with, “You better finish them, because I want them.”
After countless txts, do-overs, convincing, coaxing, and bribing, I have my Dr. Seuss paintings, and they are better than I could ever expected. Almost a year later, (this conversation was before Little Jimmie was conceived last summer) not only do I have the red and green “Lorax balloons/trees,” I also have three other colorful paintings that go along with the original two, as well as, five wooden whimsical paintings, and one painting that my dad will actually admit to being a Lorax themed painting (there are also two more of these, but we don’t have anymore wall space!) Needless to say, I think my dad found inspiration through my theme choice. The idea went full circle, he inspired me to pick Dr. Seuss and I inspired him to go above and beyond what I dreamed up for the room (I only hoped I would get the original two!)
Thanks Dad for putting up with me all of these years! Check out some more of my Dad’s artwork on his Pinterest.