Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Within no time, my contractions picked up and the silly, goofing off I had been doing with Daryl the past two hours wasn't as funny anymore as I breathed through them. I was definitely more vocal this time around than during Hunter's labor. Each time a contraction hit and was so intense, I just repeated my mantra of "Ow, ow, ow, ow ow" until it ended. Daryl reminded me to breathe and I think he thought I wasn't handling it well by saying "ow" but I told him that the deepness of saying it, helped me get through the contraction. I went to pee and the doctor checked me again just to make sure I wasn't closer than they thought. 8cm now and going strong.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Daryl and I think Hunter has been suffering from Night Terrors recently.
He still wakes up every night (sometimes multiple times a night...UGH...) but he has always been super easy to settle back down into bed and he drifts right back off to sleep. I know there have been quite a few changes in everyone's lives recently so I attribute his horrible sleeping at night to that, as he adjusts.
But this new phase? Is totally different. I'd say it happened like 3 times this week and 2 times last week. And the first couple times it was like, "What the HELL is this kid doing?" He'd wake up screaming (not his usual wake-up cry) and when one of us would go in he'd either be standing by his bed with a frantic look on his face or he'd be at the wall or door banging on it with his little fists.
And the usual "It's okay, Hunter. Mommy/Daddy is here." did nothing to calm him down! When he is in one of these terrors he even runs fearfully away from us. And being he is half-asleep, we try to grab him quick (without scaring him more!) before he hurts himself cuz he did run into the wall the other day. The other night I heard Daryl in there with him, and all this crashing/banging as Daryl kept saying soothingly, "It's okay, buddy, it's okay. Daddy is right here." And he told me afterward that it was crazy, Hunter was flinging all the picture frames and his baby monitor off the nightstand almost in a frenzy.
Then last night I went in (Daryl was downstairs watching TV) when I heard this frightened screaming and banging on his door. I quickly opened the door and said in a calming, soft voice that I was there, and his eyes were wide, practically bugging out of his little head, and he screamed LOUDER and ran away from me! My mouth just kinda fell open in shock. After I was able to grab him, before he tripped on anything, I held him tight to me which usually makes him feel secure when he wakes up at night, but instead it seemed to have the opposite reaction and he fought me, arching his back and continuing to cry. And to make matters worse, Avery must have been in a REALLY awkward position in my belly cuz I was perched sitting on Hunter's mattress trying to calm him and feeling a sharp, stabbing belly pain! I called Daryl in and he took over and settled him right down so I could go back to bed and try to get comfortable (or as comfortable as manageable).
Daryl has really stepped it up the last 1-2 months with taking care of Hunter during the night. He knows how exhausted I've been AND how difficult it is for me to get out of bed now. Don't get me wrong, I still TRY but even with Daryl watching TV downstairs sometimes, he STILL makes it into Hunter's room before I do, two doors down from his bedroom! And maybe becuz of this, it seems like Hunter and Daryl have become eeeeevvvveeeennn closer so now the nights I DO try to go in to soothe my baby, he wants nothing to do with me! He wants his Daddy! I guess in a way, this is a blessing in disguise since Avery will be here soon (TOMORROW! YIKES!) and I'll be nursing half the night away.
But at the same time, it makes me feel sad. Mommy isn't always enough to soothe her baby boy! And now throwing in these night terrors (which are hard to watch your child having them and not being able to make him feel better), I feel bad cuz I know Daryl has been pretty tired. But he has been doing a great job!
So has anyone's child gone through Nights Terrors? How long did it last? I did read a little on the internet and it suggested waking them up right before the time they usually have them but becuz Hunter wakes up a lot ANYWAY, I seriously couldn't tell you when the night terror will strike. AND I'm not willing to wake him up even more then he already is waking on his own....his sleeping is so erratic at night and I think part of this could be contributing to his INSANE tantrums during the day, cuz he is so tired. But I'd be curious to know if this is (HOPEFULLY???) a short-lived phase?
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I'm now 70% dilated, still 4cm, and my doctor will induce me Tuesday morning.
Daryl and I are so excited to have Avery and to make Hunter a big brother. And now it's finally hitting me...the nervousness about labor and giving birth. I know I've done it before so it's not like that scary unknown that it was the first time around...but I also realize no two labor and births are alike and so there IS still a bit of unknown.
It will just be me and Daryl in the hospital room, I think. Originally, my MIL was going to be there too but becuz she is on a deadline for her work projects, she might not be able to come till next weekend. Either way is fine with me. I would love for her to be there and experience it with us. Just like I would love to share the experience with just my husband (my Mom was in the room with us when Hunter was born).
I'm not looking forward to two nights away from my first baby, however. ;-( My night in the hospital two Mondays ago was my first night EVER away from Hunter. Crazy, right? Considering he is 19 months old! But I just hadn't been able to do it. Seeing him that next morning was a happy moment for Mommy! So TWO nights away? It will be tough. But I know Hunter will be in great hands, his Nana's. And he will get to come visit us. I'll try not to maul him TOO much with hugs and kisses after that first night.
Well, lots of thoughts swirling through my brain right now but no way to articulate them so I'm going to leave it at that. I have a sweet boy to cuddle with before he goes to sleep (in his big boy bed, which he LOVES)....I am ready to enjoy these last five nights (unless Avery decides to make an appearance beforehand) with Hunter as an only child and give him lots of lovin'. And then I'll welcome with HUGE open arms, our second child, little Avery, who will make our family complete!
Wish me luck....and easy labor vibes, of course. ;-)
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
wa-wa (for water)
Oh man, there are so many more, but my brain just won't cooperate right now! He is not a pro yet with stringing words together but the pediatrician said she wasn't' worried about that yet.
1. He takes stuff OUT of the garbage. Hunter knows that our k-cups are for coffee so he often pulls them out of the garbage and runs proudly over to display them to me, Saying, "Aaaahhhhh?"
Some other fun changes...he shows huge interest in when we go potty, but I haven't pushed for HIM to go potty yet. He sits on his own little potty fully dressed when he sees Mommy or Daddy on the big potty, and then we all cheer when he stands up. I have attempted to put him on without his diapers a few times, but he sits for a second and then bounds back up. One day he seemed particularly interested right before his bath, so all stripped down, I put him on his potty. Again, he sat for a few seconds then bounded up and started lifting up his potty seat and inspecting it, sat back down on it on his own (backwards, sideways) then stood back up. And then he squatted down to grab a roll of TP and peed all over Mommy's bathroom floor! Heh.I KNOW he doesn't like being in a dirty/wet diaper and either tries to pull off the wet one, or he'll bring me a diaper to change him, so I'm thinking it's only a matter of time before I really focus on potty-training.
Oh, another hilarious thing Hunter has started doing? If he is in the bathroom with me while I go "pee pee on the potty", as soon as I stand up, he tries to help me pull my pants up for me! The first time he did it, I couldn't help but laugh!
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Still hopeful at this point!
The contractions started to get painful and a bit stronger, however still only 3 minutes apart and THAT wasn't really changing. Around 10:15pm ish my doctor came in and disappointed me by saying that I wasn't really progressing and maybe should head on home. I admit, hearing that made me super anxious becuz with Hunter, despite the doctor/nurses saying it was going to take forever (due to being my 1st labor and that I was induced and on pitocin) labor started to progress REALLY quickly. Nine hours later, our boy was born! What if I drove all the way home and then suddenly they started coming fast and furious?
So, my doctor said she wanted to check me out one more time before we made decision and she reminded me that she couldn't really give me anything to speed up labor due to the fact that my cervix was not thinning out. But low and behold, I was now a "loose" 4cm (and she said she felt like she could even stretch me to a 5)! The sucky part? My cervix was STILL LONG AND THICK. So even though Avery had moved down a teeny tiny bit more, she was still not engaged.
By this time, the contractions were a tad more than mildly painful (but not unbearably so) and I was so confused cuz my doctor didn't seem convinced anything would happen. She asked if I could sleep through them and I said probably not, becuz I was too amped up and anxious over everything. So, after getting me into a room, they gave me some Ambien to sleep and said the nurse would check on me later. I ate a yogurt and some jello (cuz I hadn't really eaten dinner and was STARVING) and some juice then suddenly the Ambien began to take affect and I started to crash, HARD. By this time, the contractions had died down and were not painful, so I wasn't holding out much hope but still PRAYED silently to make some progress.
At 4:00am I woke up like someone had turned on a light switch and was wide awake. The nurse put me back on the monitor and unfortunately the contractions were now sporadic and not strong, at all. I did have a little bit of cervical mucus on the TP after peeing, but haven't seen any since then. After one more internal check (which the Doctor said I was now "tight" 4cm) they discharged me.
Talk about a TOTAL let down. :-(
I made Daryl take me right out to breakfast to drown my sorrows in french toast, eggs and bacon and then we were back home where I got some much-needed hugs from my Hunter. My Mom left a little while ago to go home and rest and do some laundry just in case by some miracle contractions picked back up. But I'm not feeling very hopeful at this point. They've died down a ton. I know we are not in a "rush" cuz technically I'm still early (37 weeks 3 days) but I am mentally and emotionally READY and after last night, I feel very let down! I was SO hoping to meet my girl much sooner than anticipated and now I feel like that's been taken away for who knows how long. Just bummed out this morning.