If you’re looking for excitement, go back and read about the birth of my first child, because this story isn’t all that wild and that’s how I like to keep my labor/delivery from here on out.
I was only about 37 weeks pregnant when the pain of carrying this baby became sharp and stabbing…in all the most uncomfortable places.
My official due date was November 30th, but the stabbing pains – and convenience of my husband having all of Thanksgiving break off from school – made my decision to be induced an entire week early that much easier.
Anxiously I made arrangements for my two little boys to have safe places to go while I lay in the hospital hooked up to the IV.
The small village of women I know are so fabulous (I was still anxious about not being with my boys all day and leaving them with friends) and I really had nothing to worry about – those boys had a good day and didn’t even notice I was gone.
My mom drove into town the night before induction – she and I got about 3 hours of sleep – before we arrived at the hospital at 5am.
Months leading up to the induction, I prayed and prayed for good nursing staff. The nurses can make or ruin a birthing experience. It all hinges on good nurses.
Prayers were answered each day of my hospital stay. Each shift, I was blessed with exceptional nursing care.
[I even got the same anesthesiologist from last year! Who I absolutely loved!]
When I’m anxious I tend to be more silly and I requested that my labor nurse have a good sense of humor. Not only did I get the Charge Nurse on the unit, but she was everything I wanted/needed, including an afterbirth DJ.
What?? Afterbirth DJ?
We named our little girl Adrian.
She is not named after the character in the movie Rocky, but I do happen to like that movie.
So, throughout the day my mom is giving my siblings the play by play via text message (with photos) of how I’m doing, I said, “mom, as soon as she is born, you need to caption the photo ‘Yo Adrian, WE DID IT!'”
That’s when the nurse said, “someone needs to download the Rocky song and play it when she comes out.”
We all laughed, “yeah, that would be funny, good idea.”
Meanwhile, it’s 1 o’clock and I’m still sitting somewhere around 4 to 5 cm dilated and the nurse says I’ll check you again at 3pm.
Ugh. Another long induction.
Close to 2pm I asked Danny if we could watch a movie on his laptop. He had left the laptop charger at home and asked if he had time to run home and get it. I told him, “yeah, probably.”
The nurse happened to walk in right as Dan was standing up to leave and I asked the nurse to check me again, just in case, because I wanted Danny to run home.
Well, I was 7 cm dilated and apparently moving fast now. So Danny sat down, nurse got the birth cart ready and paged the doctor.
1o mins later my OB was in my room chatting with us, camped out and not headed anywhere because I was progressing really fast.
Mom had the bed in the sitting position and I was mid conversation with my doctor when I had this overwhelming urge to vomit.
“I think I’m in transition, I feel like throwing up!”
[As Danny would later quote from Wayne’s World, “if you’re gunna spew, spew in this.” picture a Dixie Cup]
Mom handed me a trash can – doctor gowned up – I did some deep breathing and Danny was rubbing my back.
I didn’t end up spewing – I did end up pushing for less than 10 minutes and out came our little Adrian.
Moments after she was placed into my arms, my nurse played the Rocky theme song from her phone.
It was kind of a perfect moment, within a perfect moment.
This baby was a lovely surprise.
She is really heavenly, not a crier, loves to sleep all day and eat all night.
Her first four days of life I averaged three hours of sleep each day and it has been worth every sleepless moment.
Last week I took the boys to a farm about 20 minutes outside of town, Peach Tree Farms.
Our LDS Ward (Thank you Brenna for putting things together!) has a regular playgroup and this was one of the few activities that had a cost attached.
Three glorious hours of playtime!
Neither of my boys wanted to go home and if I had not felt so darn tired, I would have stayed a little longer.
I was supposed to meet up with someone later that day, but in the last two weeks I’ve been feeling this third trimester stuff.
Some days I’m on and most days I’m off…
Some nights it’s fruit, cheese and bread or oatmeal for dinner.
Every couple of nights I manage to make a decent meal, but I also manage to play lots of Solitaire on my phone after putting the boys to bed.
Solitaire somehow makes me feel somewhat productive, when I’m being completely unproductive…aside from growing a tiny human.
Most mornings, Wiley comes into my room around 7:45 and tells me, “I want food mom.” I pull myself up and make a good breakfast.
Lately it’s these oatmeal, banana, yogurt muffins.
I’m fairly productive until the baby goes down for a nap and I sit down to rest my feet.
That’s when it happens, again…
On days I have energy I use it, on days I don’t have energy – I have to talk myself onto every task.
“Okay, just get up and switch out the laundry and put the dishes away.”
“You need to eat something besides cereal, go steam some broccoli.”
My brain has to sing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ to my body, “rising up to the challenge of…my [trials]…”
Those moments I mindlessly sit on my phone reading the news, I’m also praying to God, “I’m so, so grateful for this new baby, I’m taking a break after this next one…can you please not let me be one of the 1000 or so women who get pregnant on birth control?” Silly prayer? Maybe to you.
The perfect storm of stress was probably the main reason I went into the hospital two weeks ago (and missed my sisters bridal shower – sad face indeed) for pre-term labor.
I had a lot of friends, who have experienced pre-term labor, give me great comfort in knowing that things will be okay – EVEN if I have more days like that again.
So much happening right now, I haven’t been making the time to write or take quality photos with my good camera, so you all will have to settle for the photos taken by my cell phone camera; which has been dropped far too many times.
My husband has been really busy – gone for long stretches – and with me having to rest more often…things get a bit messy (which leads to more stress…I’m still learning to let that thing called, “a mess” go… but I’ve been a struggle).
My husband did have a weekend free (or took the babies to do some work one day) while I drove to Tulsa to visit my Grandparents – sans children – Gramma was admitted to the hospital for another fall.
I spent the entire weekend with her in her hospital room.
Sometimes she forgot who I was, thinking I was a nurse, she would ask me questions about myself (that she already knew about me)…she was always embarrassed when she realized who I was.
I called her 10 days after I returned home and she asked if I knew she had been in the hospital. I reminded her that I was there with her the whole weekend. She felt bad about forgetting.
I’m just glad she still knows who I am when I call. I have three remaining Grandparents and they cause me tears every now and then.
The weekend after my trip to Tulsa, my mother came up for a brief visit (for a Midwifery conference) and she and I went out shopping one afternoon.
She needed to find a dress for my sisters wedding (In August. In Houston, Texas. Because people still get married in Houston in the summer – I did).
For my trouble of helping her spend money on new clothes and jewelry, she bought me some make-up. The fancy kind of make-up I’m too poor to buy myself.
Since my husband had Scout Camp the week before our trip to Texas, and I was slowly loosing my sanity, there were many nights where I let my sons stay up late.
I was too worn out to fight the bed time routine.
Our trip to Texas was a teary one…Grandparents weren’t feeling up to a visit on our way down, and I got a call that our dog got into some trouble at my parents. I’m not overly fond of my dog in the, “I cuddle with him every day,” but I love that Boy and I was quite upset that he got in a scrap.
So, I cried.
When we arrived at my sister’s house, I was so happy to see her. She too is pregnant (currently 36 weeks and has more hustle than I do!) and two pregnant sisters together is a great comfort. We ‘get’ each other.
We normally divide our time between Danny’s family and my sister’s home, but I – not feeling well – have kept mostly to my sisters house (where she and her kids have been a great help when I need to rest).
The day after my hospital visit, we drove out to spend time with Danny’s family. My boys just love their grandparents and great-grands (on both sides). Normally Papa gets all the love, but this trip Little T Rock was loving on Gregre.
Later in the week, my sister’s family and mine drove out to Papa and Gregre’s for lunch and the kids were happy playing and running about. It really is a little slice of heaven out on their property and Danny’s family are all Southern Hospitality.
Last week my mother in law took some time off work to take me shopping! And my sister in law offered to watch my two boys. My boys had so much fun playing at her home.
A few days after our shopping trip, we went back to have dinner at my sister in law’s and when we pulled up, Wiley recognized the front door and said, “yeah, this is the good house.”
It seriously makes my day that my children love their family like they do.
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity.
My baby sister gets married this Friday – last Friday, while she was at work – she and Jeremiah got the keys to their new home…which didn’t have electricity yet, but the family got them moved in (through 104 degree heat) anyway.
It was the day of the move, after spending so much time in the Texas heat, Danny said he wasn’t so sure about moving back to Texas…
So, uh, I have no idea what the future holds after graduation.
I do know that we will have three children. 2 boys and 1 girl.
These days I feel my pregnant brain struggles to translate my thoughts into words.
But, I’d rather keep trying than just quit all together.
Just like my attempts to be more like Christ.
I think I’m a pretty good person, I have a few flaws…
which may also include a few choice words usually only spoken in my head – MOST of the time I can keep them in my head – and really, I try to keep them out of my head too.
The battle is raging folks – it is raging – and sometimes I lose.
I had a Relief Society (only the largest Women’s Organization in the world!!) presidency meeting (of which I am a part of) last week and one of the women I serve along side happen to mention a quote by the Prophet Joseph Smith:
“I love that man better who swears a stream as long as my arm yet deals justice to his neighbors and mercifully deals his substance to the poor, than the long, smooth-faced hypocrite. I do not want you to think that I am very righteous, for I am not.”
Now I really am trying to be like Jesus, I consistently fall short like the next guy – but I keep trying – and it makes my heart feel a little better knowing that it’s okay to stumble – just. keep. trying.
because as we all know and like Joseph also said, “There was one good man and his name was Jesus.”
Why all the potty words? Oh, just me being annoyed at things (more so than usual; again, pregnancy). Example: people who are looking at their phones while driving. So, so irate over those people.
When I line up my troubles next to the Savior, I feel a little silly with how I react to my trials.
Recently, in addition to feeling a bit yucky due to pregnancy, our house has fallen prey to illness.
It started on my son’s third birthday a few weeks ago.
I woke up, the day we were heading to the zoo, with a really sore throat…that turned into a really bad cold, that my baby also caught. Cue lots of “weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.”
My sweet child had turned sour.
So the baby and I had this virus that lasted for two weeks that, for both of us, turns into an infection. His a double ear and I a sinus.
We both started antibiotics about the time my husband and three year old start coughing…
Did it help that my baby started teething? probably not.
So, string of swear words on repeat in my mind – and brink of insanity due to lack of sleep – I realize one afternoon how petty (really petty) my problems are.
I compared my problems, not only to Christ, but to the rest of the world and was reminded that I was so blessed.
It seems to me that when I face trials, it ends with me realizing how blessed I am and grateful I am to God for easing my burdens in difficult times.
It could be so much worse.
Even after this revelation I said a potty word, but I resolved to do better and take the time to share what I have learned on my blog, in the hopes that someone needs the same reminder.
I keep looking at my baby and think, “he’s turning into a little boy too soon!”
Right now I’m so happy to have him as my little koala baby. He is eight months old already…
My, now, three year old just walked into my bedroom holding some wildflowers that he and his daddy picked in our backyard.
When Wiley isn’t telling me what to do, he is pretty stinking cute himself.
I was always tired when Wiley was a newborn, so it’s hard to remember anything from that time period in my life, but I do remember just loving that baby boy (even though he was probably the worlds most high maintenance infant).
I was so happy to be a mother.
Baby T, who is now crawling and pulling himself up and getting teeth…I remember very well his newborn-ness.
He was a good sleeper, so that mean’t I was getting more sleep, he was (and is) so chill when I had to put him down to take care of Wiley’s needs.
I constantly felt bad how often I had to put my new baby down to help Wiley (the ever high maintenance child – haha) and now that he’s turning into a toddler, I feel like I missed out on his infancy.
My baby also started whimpering for pureed food far earlier than I had expected and again, I felt like he wanted to grow up too fast.
It was God’s plan – when I got Little T – he sent me a baby that was going to be okay when I had another baby fifteen months later.
On Good Friday I learned that I was going to have another baby (along with a 1/3 of all the women I know…).
I joined a beach body challenge that starts tomorrow.
I gained 50 pounds this pregnancy, twelve more than the last time I got pregnant. My doctor told me to be careful, because it’s harder to lose than it is to keep it off.
I didn’t feel like I had much of a problem last time getting into shape…but every baby is different.
My last baby was born in the Spring, so the weather was nice, I was outside every day taking a walk, pushing a stroller.
This time, everything is different.
My only resolution coming out of this year is: The next time I get pregnant, I will remember to over come the urge to lay sick on the couch until I’m starving, eat Marie Callender’s chicken pot pies and go lay on the couch again. Repeat for two months.
Next time, I am determined to make better choices. Marie Callender’s chicken pot pie and then a walk, then a nap on the couch!
Anyway, here are my stats at the beginning of my 60 day fitness challenge:
Arms – 11 inches (measured between my shoulder and elbow)
Waist – 34 inches (around the belly button…I remember when my chest was that big and my waist was almost as tiny as my thigh!!!)
Hip – 43 inches (solid baby)
Thigh – 22.5 inches (measured between my hip and my knee)
Work out (PiYo) six days a week and eat clean (which is how I usually eat, so no big change there)!
The thing I really like about the program is the structure – having a plan – for meals, working out and then for me, personal scripture study.
I’ve always struggled with structure and following a schedule, so this is going to be an adventure…
Speaking of adventures, parenting update: my two year old was put into bed 30 minutes ago. He was just calling out that something bit him. Because I am an overly cautious mom, I sent Danny in there to investigate. Apparently, my son bit his own arm thinking he would get out of bed – I’m sure. Clever boy.
My due date was August 17th…how I looked forward to this day.
I went into labor three days early with my first child and I was sure that I would “go early” with the second.
My contractions fooled me for weeks leading up to the 17th – I sat around the week before my due date trying to not have a baby before my mother and sister arrived.
As soon as they got to my house, I was free to have this baby and was positive I would; because that is what I needed, it’s what I wanted.
My husband was going to start a new semester of school on August 25th and my sister (who drove up from Houston, Texas) started her last year of nursing school on August 25th as well and had to leave Columbia, MO by the 21st of August to get back in time for a pre-semester nursing lab.
So, you see, I had to have this baby early or on time!
As soon as the family arrived, my contractions seemed to wane.
With each baby-less day that ticked by, the more stressed and frustrated I became.
Why be stressed Kate? Babies eventually come…
Ah yes, they come and I had experienced one delivery already and was NOT looking forward to doing it again.
For those of you who haven’t read about the birth of my first son, you can find it here and here – for those of you who just want a summary – the birth of my first son was a nightmare that lasted two days.
So, after 40 weeks fretting over the doom and gloom of delivering my second child…I was gifted another six days to dread it over in my mind.
On a visit (I wasn’t supposed to have – because that baby was supposed to come by now) with my OB he told me he wouldn’t induce me until I was closer to 41 weeks.
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not” (Galatians 6:7–9).
My baby sister had to leave before I was induced, but to quote the Rolling Stones, “we can’t always get what we want, but if you try sometime, you just might find – you get what you need.”
Last Saturday some friends gathered to celebrate the coming of our new baby boy.
I know there are lots of themes out there for showers, but I long for the beach, I would always rather be there than almost anywhere in the world.
The sound of the waves can soothe my soul almost as well as getting a good night’s rest, eating a great meal or doing a session in the Temple.
My husband happens to own several beachy props, so the decor was a no-brainer (right Stef…who stayed up late making everything look fabulous?).
I moved to Columbia in late January and come July I had new friendships – Stefanie and I met because we were assigned as Visiting Teaching companions through church. Lucky me.
A few months ago Stefanie asked if she could throw a shower for me – I told her I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, since I didn’t know anyone – she insisted.
I’m so glad that she did, I had a great time.
Those who came got to get to know each other better too – some of the activities were filling out some things about themselves and then me guessing who it was – it was fun and funny discovering who belonged to what.
Like, who listens to country music? Who listens to too much Hipster stuff? Who belongs to what weird quirk? Well, You had to be there to get the answers…
My other friend Jewly (along with her family) was the first person to reach out and invite me to do things.
Being in my first trimester and having to move was stressful enough – it was nice to have people go out of their way to befriend me when I wasn’t feeling up to it.
Since I began feeling better, it has been easier to make time for social activities.
again, I’m glad I did.
Because, had I remained a hermit I’m pretty sure my baby shower would have been a party of one.
I prefer to avoid Lonely – party of one.
I feel really blessed – to those who came and those who didn’t but sent gifts – you ladies are too generous.
I’m all stocked up on diapers and wipes too and that makes me happier still.
Thank you so much for thinking of me and making me feel special.
and special thanks to Stefanie’s husband who took over care of the kids all Saturday – we know Dad doesn’t fit into Mom Jeans, but we are so glad you put them on!