Since I will be too busy to blog tomorrow and my inlaws are visiting this weekend I decided to do something a little different today. Its more for me and maybe even my babies when they are older.
Im going to talk about birth stories! ( Men, dont worry, Im keeping it clean!)
Anyway, it would make more sense to talk about Sophia first, even though it was Elisa who inspired this.
So Sophia was due on January 15th 2012. I was a walrus who could barely walk at that point. I was a little scared but was missing being able to roll over in bed. My friend Courtney who had had a baby a year before me, asked if I was able to roll over still, when I was about 32 weeks pregnant. I thought that was a very strange question. A silly question.
A few weeks later I realized it was not.
We discovered I was pregnant the day we were leaving for our first anniversary getaway. I took two tests because I wasn't sure the stick was right. Then I played the sims and waited for Josh to come home so I could tell him. I simply handed the test over and he was all excited. For some reason i couldn't verbally tell people I was pregnant. Not because I was unhappy but I think I just felt embarrassed everyone knew that I had had sex.
I know right? I blame my mother ( I know you are reading this. I love you. You are awesome)
Seriously.
When we told my mom she didnt believe us. We had made the mistake of giving her a baby bib for christmas as a joke because she got bifocals and would spill food on her chest. You know we will all be doing that one day. Anyway, she had been then convinced that thats how we had chosen to tell her we were having a baby and got all excited. We were really confused. It eventually got cleared up and mom was totally bummed out. So when it was real, it took some convincing. Then she was very happy.
Dad was also happy. I cant remember his exact reaction but i remember telling him in my inlaws driveway on my cell phone.
We told my inlaws on fathers day. My sister in law was there and her fiancee was supposed to be there, and we were skyping my brother in law...so we figured, perfect time! Everyone will be there. Alas, brother in law to be was not so he got a text from seester. Im pretty sure my mother in law said hee haw cuz thats how she rolls and i love it.
Anyway, Sophia was an ACTIVE baby. She had her naps and stuff and was very kind to me at night. I was working at a school at the time and every now and then Id let out a little yelp from the back corner of the classroom and the teacher would stop teaching and ask if it was the baby attacking me again. Sophia also hiccuped alot. I didn't realize it was hiccuping and thought she was just incessantly tapping her toe or something. I crocheted alot when I was pregnant with her so i used to run my hook across my belly and she would follow it. It was fun.
By week 40 it was no longer fun. I could elaborate but I promised to keep it clean. At some point during week 40 I stopped being terrified and just really wanted labour to come. My midwife had been trying different things to help the process along. My prenatal class lady had me all freaked out about having to have a csection and the evils of epidurals and being induced so I was horrified about that possibility.
However, my amazing midwife decided to go ahed and book an induction just incase for the following Sunday January 22.
Friday January 20th I woke up feeling crampy. I leapt ( as well as a huge walrus of a pregnant woman can leap) out of bed and threw open the spare room door where my mom was sleeping and said " MOM! Ive got cramps!" and then gathered up all the laundry i could find and waddled at a ridiculous speed down the stairs to put on the laundry. Then I had a bath, painstakingly shaved my legs and demanded that mommy paint my toes. Then we waited.......and waited......
I had a planned midwife appointment planned for 1230. I watched the clock and my contractions were mild and coming every half hour or so. We went to the appointment and we were all giddy with excitement and got mcdonalds on the way home
First mistake
Josh came home and we waited....mom made dinner.
kraft dinner and fried weiners with onions
mistake number 2
we played wizard junior
the contractions got worse so i laid down and wimpered.
mom called everyone we knew and could hardly contain her worry. She IS my mother after all. She was mad i wasnt going to the hospital. Looking back its kind of amusing. We left around 9. It was starting to storm and we had to drive to Ajax from Scarborough. On the way there my inlaws called back and i couldnt talk cuz i was contracting. They had gotten a dog. We talked about her name. I said they should call her winnie for the female version of Winston their previous dog ( who was a LOT more chill than Winnie is).
The next parts dont need to be talked about much. I ended up getting the evil epidural cuz my body decided that i needed to have constant contractions. I didnt realize you were supposed to keep pushing the button to get medicine though. I thought the button they gave me was a fancy call bell. I snapped angrily at the anestesiologist who asked me , in the middle of yelling through a contraction, if i was having a contraction. I stopped yelling long enough to bark NO! sarcastically in her general direction. She made some comment along the lines of me being testy.
*BEEEEP*
My midwife was AMAZING. They almost had to do an emergency CSection ( which i didn't know til later) and i could tell that my normally chill calm unflustered midwife was flustered, unchill and uncalm though she did an excellent job of trying to hide it, as she told me that it was important that I push well.
Clearly God knew this and boom here she was. My biggest annoyance when they flopped her on my chest was that they flopped her so far down I couldn't see her cute little face.
A lot of weird things happened after that. My midwives each had students. I knew my 1st midwife;s student very well. I absolutely adored her. My other midwife's student was....uhm. Lets just say she didn't pass the program. She was basically the weirdness that happened.
And now she is 20 months old and seems to be adding words to her vocabulary daily. She is so smart and sweet and stubborn and entertaining. She brings me so much joy and frustration all at once. She was taking the silverware out of the drawer and I told her to stop about three time and finally got on my knees, took her hands, told her that stuff can hurt her and if she did it again she would have to go in a timeout. Then I kissed both her hands ( because whenever i tell her she will have to go in a timeout she puts herself in it and thats not effective so i do that sort of thing so she knows shes not in trouble YET lol) She grinned and kissed me on the lips. Which normally i dont like , but it was just such a sweet moment.
Then she put herself in timeout.
So I had to deal with that lol.
Well little Elisa is now awake so I have to stop typing. Next week I shall write hers. I didnt get time to edit so ......yeah.
I know right? I blame my mother ( I know you are reading this. I love you. You are awesome)
Seriously.
When we told my mom she didnt believe us. We had made the mistake of giving her a baby bib for christmas as a joke because she got bifocals and would spill food on her chest. You know we will all be doing that one day. Anyway, she had been then convinced that thats how we had chosen to tell her we were having a baby and got all excited. We were really confused. It eventually got cleared up and mom was totally bummed out. So when it was real, it took some convincing. Then she was very happy.
Dad was also happy. I cant remember his exact reaction but i remember telling him in my inlaws driveway on my cell phone.
We told my inlaws on fathers day. My sister in law was there and her fiancee was supposed to be there, and we were skyping my brother in law...so we figured, perfect time! Everyone will be there. Alas, brother in law to be was not so he got a text from seester. Im pretty sure my mother in law said hee haw cuz thats how she rolls and i love it.
Anyway, Sophia was an ACTIVE baby. She had her naps and stuff and was very kind to me at night. I was working at a school at the time and every now and then Id let out a little yelp from the back corner of the classroom and the teacher would stop teaching and ask if it was the baby attacking me again. Sophia also hiccuped alot. I didn't realize it was hiccuping and thought she was just incessantly tapping her toe or something. I crocheted alot when I was pregnant with her so i used to run my hook across my belly and she would follow it. It was fun.
By week 40 it was no longer fun. I could elaborate but I promised to keep it clean. At some point during week 40 I stopped being terrified and just really wanted labour to come. My midwife had been trying different things to help the process along. My prenatal class lady had me all freaked out about having to have a csection and the evils of epidurals and being induced so I was horrified about that possibility.
However, my amazing midwife decided to go ahed and book an induction just incase for the following Sunday January 22.
Friday January 20th I woke up feeling crampy. I leapt ( as well as a huge walrus of a pregnant woman can leap) out of bed and threw open the spare room door where my mom was sleeping and said " MOM! Ive got cramps!" and then gathered up all the laundry i could find and waddled at a ridiculous speed down the stairs to put on the laundry. Then I had a bath, painstakingly shaved my legs and demanded that mommy paint my toes. Then we waited.......and waited......
I had a planned midwife appointment planned for 1230. I watched the clock and my contractions were mild and coming every half hour or so. We went to the appointment and we were all giddy with excitement and got mcdonalds on the way home
First mistake
Josh came home and we waited....mom made dinner.
kraft dinner and fried weiners with onions
mistake number 2
we played wizard junior
the contractions got worse so i laid down and wimpered.
mom called everyone we knew and could hardly contain her worry. She IS my mother after all. She was mad i wasnt going to the hospital. Looking back its kind of amusing. We left around 9. It was starting to storm and we had to drive to Ajax from Scarborough. On the way there my inlaws called back and i couldnt talk cuz i was contracting. They had gotten a dog. We talked about her name. I said they should call her winnie for the female version of Winston their previous dog ( who was a LOT more chill than Winnie is).
The next parts dont need to be talked about much. I ended up getting the evil epidural cuz my body decided that i needed to have constant contractions. I didnt realize you were supposed to keep pushing the button to get medicine though. I thought the button they gave me was a fancy call bell. I snapped angrily at the anestesiologist who asked me , in the middle of yelling through a contraction, if i was having a contraction. I stopped yelling long enough to bark NO! sarcastically in her general direction. She made some comment along the lines of me being testy.
*BEEEEP*
My midwife was AMAZING. They almost had to do an emergency CSection ( which i didn't know til later) and i could tell that my normally chill calm unflustered midwife was flustered, unchill and uncalm though she did an excellent job of trying to hide it, as she told me that it was important that I push well.
Clearly God knew this and boom here she was. My biggest annoyance when they flopped her on my chest was that they flopped her so far down I couldn't see her cute little face.
A lot of weird things happened after that. My midwives each had students. I knew my 1st midwife;s student very well. I absolutely adored her. My other midwife's student was....uhm. Lets just say she didn't pass the program. She was basically the weirdness that happened.
And now she is 20 months old and seems to be adding words to her vocabulary daily. She is so smart and sweet and stubborn and entertaining. She brings me so much joy and frustration all at once. She was taking the silverware out of the drawer and I told her to stop about three time and finally got on my knees, took her hands, told her that stuff can hurt her and if she did it again she would have to go in a timeout. Then I kissed both her hands ( because whenever i tell her she will have to go in a timeout she puts herself in it and thats not effective so i do that sort of thing so she knows shes not in trouble YET lol) She grinned and kissed me on the lips. Which normally i dont like , but it was just such a sweet moment.
Then she put herself in timeout.
So I had to deal with that lol.
Well little Elisa is now awake so I have to stop typing. Next week I shall write hers. I didnt get time to edit so ......yeah.
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