Go Diego Go! (a belated “tweet” baby story)

     Considering my baby had his 2 week check up over a week ago, this post is coming to you late.  I will try to remember as much as I can and share my
Diego’s birth story. 

I was originally scheduled to go in for an induction at 9 am August 12, 2010.  This really had me nervous because I had gone into labor naturally at 40 weeks with both of my older children.  (Also, due to the Cholestasis I was being induced 2 weeks early.)  By Wednesday I was pretty anxious…just one more sleep and I would be heading in to the hospital.  Cielo and Junior were going to sleep over at my parent’s house Wednesday night so we could get an early start to the hospital because it is an hour away. 

Around 4 in the afternoon I got a call from my obstetrician asking if I would like to come in that evening around 9pm for my induction.  (There were no inductions scheduled for that evening and at that time there were no other ladies in labor.)  After conferring with my husband we decided to head in early.  After a quick call to my mom to confirm the change in plans I double checked my hospital bag and packed a bag for Cielo and Junior.  I can’t even explain how excited I was…and I was shocked by how calm I felt.  I decided to go through with my plan of live tweeting labor. 

 

I didn’t mention it to my husband but I had begun feeling contractions around 3 in the afternoon (so I’m glad I got called in early)… 

When you live an hour away from the nearest hospital that delivers babies you feel EVERY bump in the road during contractions.

We arrived at the hospital, got checked in and headed upstairs to the maternity ward.  I was so excited because i thought to myself, “the next time I ride in the car I will have 3 children.”  It is funny that I dressed in a cute outfit only to change into the extremely glamorous and sexy hospital gown.  I decided to leave my bra on (I hate feeling unsupported) and had the panty/no panty discussion with my husband.  He suggested I leave them on, which I wanted to do…but I knew that we were getting to the no-panty portion of the evening.  (Like conception, but less fun.) 

Mama knows...

I was happy we got the big birthing room since I was the only mom in labor.  It had big comfy leather chairs, magazines, books, tv, dvd player, dvds, private bathroom and shower and the like.  We decided to settle in and await our little one…but then I realized I was hungry.  I suggested Nehemias run out and get himself something to eat and to grab me some Subway.  Naturally, he complied. 

I really was not enjoying all the monitors I was hooked up to…the NST seemed super tight and uncomfortable and I was already tired of getting my BP checked.  It was pretty fun tweeting and I was really enjoying responding to tweeple while I waited for the doctor to arrive.  (Particularly my SLPeeps) 

I admit i didn't check my numbers because I didn't want to know if I had been unfollowed

My Dr was a bit surprised to see me tweeting on my blackberry while I was in labor but he totally rolled with it.  After a quick check (80% effaced 4 cm dilated) he decided I didn’t need the insert induction stuff.  

gitch=panties

I had blood taken (OMG OW!! That nurse was brutal) and they started my iv antibiotics because I was GBS positive.  After looking at the monitors the doctor asked me if I felt the contractions (because I was holding a conversation) and I laughed.  I told him, “Yes I feel them but they aren’t horrible.”  The Dr suggested I try to get some rest and told me they were slowly going to start a drip to keep my labor going (in case the contractions stopped.)  He offered me something for pain and again reminded me that I could have an epidural whenever I thought I needed it.  I told him I was ok and thanked him for offering.  He left and told me he would be back when I had progressed a little more.  

I think my nurse thinks I'm nuts for putting my labor on the internet

So I was settled in…Nehemias came back with my sandwich and I ate it chewing twice as much as I usually do (in case I get sick).  I wasn’t able to finish my 6″ sandwich but it was GOOD.  He brought Tim Horton’s coffees for the nurses; which they loved.  he is such a thoughtful man.  It was kinda nice to smile when the nurses all came in to gush. 

I remember thinking how awesome the slushy/crushed ice machine is, and that I wished I had one at home.  Spent some time filling out paperwork with the nurse and also doing a survey (aimed at First Nations moms).  We talked about the states and my time in graduate school.  She seemed very interested in Speech Pathology and she got my email address so her daughter could talk to me about it.  (Haha I was in total recruiter mode.)  The nurse asked me if I needed anything for pain and I told her I was still fine. 

luckily i have twitter friends in all different time zones

I even had a “twitter baby shower” with @1BeautifulRenee, @REZ_woman and @dakotadoll.  YAY for social networking! 

this native was getting restless

I was happy that baby was safe but because of all the machines I couldn’t walk around as I labored (except on potty breaks.)  I focused on the positive and tweeted on through the night.  

so glad my nurse was nice

I’m proud my spelling and use of to/too was still good. 

boom chicky wow-wow

Things were starting to get intense.  I had told Nehemias to try get some rest and that I would wake him at go time.  I could tell Diego was getting closer and closer.  By the way…I HATE INTERNAL CHECKS!! I tell you, I was thankful for my family, my blackberry and the internet…these things kept me sane.  The contractions kept getting stronger and stronger, and closer together. 

it was getting serious up in there y'all (and by "there" I mean the room and not my uterus)

At this point I really wanted the nurse to stop offering me drugs.  She seemed to always offer them at the peak of a contraction so I was proud of myself for telling her I was fine.  Then she offered me gas and I started to laugh.  She then said Nitrous Oxide and I told her I had it when I had my wisdom teeth removed.  She asked if it hadn’t worked and I told her that I hadn’t even noticed when they took them out…but I still remained med free (except for antibiotic and the induction drip–which was already stopped.) 

Once this lady gets sick its GO TIME!!

The sound of me retching woke Nehemias so fast.  He jumped up and ran over to me as I struggled to sit up and stay in control of my stomach.  He brought me the garbage can and I puked used it.  (SO glad I had chewed my food extra well.)  The nurse came rushing in and saw me holding the can in my lap with my head hanging in it and I heard her call the doctor back.  

When he arrived he apologized for his hair and clothes  (my dr is a total metrosexual.)  He said the nurse told him he had to get here quick or miss the baby.  He offered me an epidural (which I declined) and other meds.  I jokingly told him that I’d take some vicodin to go and he laughed.  He was surprised that I could still tweet, Facebook and text.  After another painful internal check he said I was at 7 cm and my water was broken.  (That gush is so unladylike.) 

I typed this during a contraction when he announced my dilation. Everyone was shocked when I said, "gimme my blackberry!"

I asked for a mirror. Well, I thought I asked, apparently I demanded a mirror.  A second nurse said they didn’t have one and I said, “YES YOU DO I USED ONE WHEN I DELIVERED MY OTHER TWO CHILDREN IN THIS HOSPITAL!”  My original nurse was shocked because I had been so sweet and polite, my dr looked annoyed with the second nurse and told her to go find a mirror…NOW.  She returned with one minutes later and I thanked her and everyone else sweetly. 

Can I just say there is nothing like seeing your baby be born?  I don’t watch the whole time but it only seems fair, I mean everyone else gets to see.  I could see the top of Diego’s head and I could feel my eyes filling up watching him.   The bed I was on is pretty neat, I hadn’t even realized that the dr and nurses had put their rubber aprony things on over their scrubs while the bed converted to chair like status.  Motorized furniture is cool.  

Nehemias was amazing, he always knows exactly what I need from him when I’m laboring.  Diego’s head came out with my first push…and he was crying already.  My second push and he was out…and was he ever mad!!! The sound of your baby’s cry is the most beautiful thing in the world.  

as you can see it was a few minutes before I could get this posted

I was so exhilerated afterwards and so thankful to everyone I tweeted with on this journey.  In no particular order, thank you to: 

@BellzJourney @creehawk @melissacop @aweshumsauce @StutteringMe 

@iheartmyanthony @dakotadoll @PuppyMcGee @SLPTanya 

@albrechtjn @TammyOfsanik @namastebyday @LRJD @1BeautifulRenee 

@REZ_woman @fli_wife @JulietLD09 @The_Daver

@starsintheskies @RhiannanW @Miiiiu @MontanamarySLP @justTip 

@stutterdude @SHYOBI @KoltonMonte @wbahner @CASLPA @OCSLP 

@atomiclemonade @djhein70 @mom2cassnnat @amazing_flora @RezNDNGirl 

 I have the best twitter friends ever, trust me if you need great followers any and all of these wonderful people are highly recommended. 

I had been up all night but it was worth every second

Pain med free! **ROAWR**

Diego Zachary, born 5 am August 12, 2010 - 8 lbs 13 oz, 22" long

He was one day old here…haha I took him shopping in Walmart when he was brand new. 

As an aside I ended up not sleeping til like 9 am, but that is another story. 🙂

Pow Wows, Pregnancy and FREE ALCOHOL!!

Ok, I lied about the alcohol.

I meant to blog about the Pow Wow sooner but things got away from me.  In a word, it was amazing.  Seriously it was exactly what I needed.  I didn’t go to the first day because it was raining a bit and I wimped out…but I totally enjoyed Saturday and Sunday.  Was great to go out with my little family, get my kids out in their moccasins and just soak in the sights and sounds.  (Since the Pow Wow my kids haven’t worn anything but their moccs.)

Grand Entry (my brother snuck in with the dignitaries...well actually he is on council so he was supposed to be there)

Sometimes it is difficult finding a seat but we were lucky

2nd row from bottom (dad, mom, bro Wil, sis Lee, bro Chris, Junior and Cielo)

 Whenever I’m at a Pow Wow I’m reminded how much I miss it.  I think I’d like to dance again, but I need to get my regalia together.  (Regalia…as a kid I just called it my “outfit.”)  I definitely want my babies to dance so to set an example I think I will have to get back in the circle.

Ooh shiny

I think Junior would make a cute Chicken Dancer.  It seems to be the style he likes the most,  judging by his actions when they are dancing.

little flock of Prairie Chicken Dancers

Perhaps Cielo will dance fancy like her cousin

little niece

We all had a wonderful time at the Pow Wow although I didn’t find earrings that I wanted to buy…and I ended up not buying anything except for food.  I found an amazing bannock burger but Mission Awesome Indian Taco failed miserably.  I gave up after my first disappointment and made my own later…

nom nom nom

I have another OB appointment today.  I’m totally ready to have the baby, I’m getting a bit tired of all these doctor visits.  Plus, once the baby is born my Cholestasis should go away and I will no longer scratch like crazy.  I hate it when I see people looking at my scratched arms and legs.  I can’t even imagine what they would look like if I didn’t have my meds. 

We finally set up the bassinet – Cielo has a few toys in there for the baby (Buzz Lightyear and Woody.) I have the baby’s clothes sorted from my huge stash of baby clothes now that we know what we are expecting.  We are excited because this is our tie breaker…. 

IT’S A BOY!!!

early morning ramblings from an insomniac

Ok apparently lying in bed and alternating between putting my blackberry down and reading blogs on said blackberry is in fact NOT conducive to sleeping.  (baby doing gymnastics in my uterus isn’t helping either)  I realized that since I obviously wasn’t sleeping I might as well get up and read the blogs on a larger screen.  What was I reading you ask?  THIS.  Girlie cracks me up, particularly with the profanity. 

I’m not sure how this post will turn out, maybe it will be complete nonsense but that is ok because its 3:46 am and I have an OB appointment tomorrow. (oh yeah and I’m still itchy…cholestasis sucks)  Considering how messed up my sleep schedule is, I’m very glad that I am off work for the summer.  I probably won’t start back at work until October just to give us time to get the new baby settled.  We still haven’t picked a name, mostly because we don’t know if it is a boy or a girl.  I have another ultrasound this Thursday so hopefully baby will cooperate. 

It has been an uneventful weekend, meaning *I* haven’t done much.  As usual the husband has been busy – seriously if he stays still for a whole day it makes him crazy.  His latest project is painting the exterior of our house, now that there is nothing left to paint inside.  He finished building a forge the other day for blacksmithing so I’m sure he will be making some things with metal for our new home.  We are going to buy the metal for him to make a couple wrought iron bed type thingies (wow for a Speech Pathologist I’m awfully crappy at descriptions, but then again its almost 4 am.)

We were going to go to a Pow Wow this weekend but between my slovenliness, a visit from my niece and my daughter feeling craptacular that just didn’t happen.  Do not feel sad for me tho, I plan to get my Indian Taco and new earring fix THIS weekend at my Pow Wow in beautiful Thunderchild, Saskatchewan.  Please consider this your personal invitation!  Welcome singers, dancers, visitors and snaggers!!

Happy Canada Day!

Yes I’m a day late with this post but Canada Day was yesterday and it was a joyful, fun-filled day here in Canuckistan.  It is comparable to the 4th of July in regards to activities, except that it doesn’t celebrate our independence but is a celebration of the Constitution Act which united British colonies into a county called Canada. (it means the village **joke inserted for other Canadians reading this blog)

My little family and I decided to head to Lloydminster (a small city that is on the border between Saskatchewan and Alberta) to partake in the festivities.  We found a playground, bouncy houses, face painting, balloon sculptors and fireworks…all for free.  It was fun, although I may have been walking too much because today my ankles are complaining.  I love watching the babies have fun and try new things.  I was so proud because my little girl is not very friendly with strangers, but she liked her new friend Astrid.

"Hola, I'm Cielo."

 She obviously liked the kids too, and especially liked Jr.  I should have taken a picture of one of her hugs with Cielo and her hugs and 2 kisses (omg my sons first kiss) with Jr.  Friendly little thing, I think her parents were embarrassed that she kept coming back to visit with us. 

I did not take a pic of the kisses because I was too stunned

New little friends aside the kidlets had a great time exploring and running around the park.

she eventually looked back, but not for a loooooooong time

"Mommy look, a river!"

But eventually we settled down to sit on the grass and relax.  It amused me that while the kids around us were running around mine wanted to read.

Party Animals!!

After a quick bite to eat and a rejuvenating trip to WalMart (needed LCD screen cleaner and Pull Ups) we ended the day with fireworks.  Totally satisfying and a great day.

mama looks tired y'all

A Bright New Era Has Begun

I am happy to report that I now have internet at home.  Internet that runs at a decent speed.  admittedly this is a small thing that will bring us (me) great pleasure.  I am even happier that I successfully set up my wireless connection and type this from my couch as I watch House.  (I still think that there should be a SLP on House…and she should be named Skye.  I’m the obvious choice.)

Now that I have had time to process it I am calmer about having Cholestasis of Pregnancy.  Naturally I wish that I didn’t have this condition, but I’m happy it is being taken care of and monitored.  *scratches foot* 

Anyway (I stink at transitions) we are all doing great.  The babies love living in our own house and I was pleasantly surprised that they took to sleeping in their own room as if they had been waiting for the chance.  Actually knowing my daughter, she WAS waiting for a bit of privacy.

Mom quit hovering I can go up and down the slide all alone!

Actually Junior tends to have the same attitude

"Give me strength"

 Our house is changing and improving by leaps and bounds.  I will have to make a before, during and after post later although I have to show you the stairs gate Nehemias made.

Thank goodness I married a blacksmith

I love it here, I’m so happy we are settled in our own home.  Now I’m getting pumped up for Christmas, the first Christmas in our own home with 3 babies. 

On a completely unrelated note I really got to psych myself up to use my MAC Marine Life.  I guess I’m just afraid of messing it up because it’s so pretty.  The gold seahorse is just overspray so after 1-2 uses it would all be gone.

Mac Porn

Mmmmm. Gorgeous.  I better never add up the actual retail value of my makeup, I’d probably throw up.

OMG this itching is making me nuts.  My feet are all scabby and scratched…and my hands are dry and scaly.  The plus is the scabs on my wrists healed…and that is without using the scabies medicine I was prescribed. (I’m still stunned about that)  Baby is moving more and more, its pretty fun watching my belly twitch and move, its my fav part of the day.