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Anna Grace Sex: girl Born: 12 July, 2007 Age: 4 years & 219 days Birthday in: 146 days Starsign: Cancer Development: See the 32 months page. Biggest achievement so far: - |
BIRTH STORY:
So my birth story goes like this: We got to the hospital at 6pm on
Wednesday to be given the Cervadil to dilate my cervix. Dr. Mark said
that if it didn't work, that he would have to send me home the next
morning. So, the nurse gave me the Cervadil and Brandon and I just sat
back and relaxed. I did start getting some contractions, but nothing
too bad. By about 10pm, I was only 1cm dilated. It really bummed me
out because if by the next day there wasn't more change, I would be
going home. I fell asleep and slept through most of the rest of the
contractions. At about 3am, the contractions had gotten bad enough to
where I couldn't sleep through them. I waited an hour to call the
nurse, so at 4am I called her down and she gave me a shot of Stadol
(sp?) to help me relax and go back to sleep... I was only 2cm! So to
sleep I went. I didn't like how the drugs made me feel... it didn't do
anything for the pain, just made me feel high. So I was just so high
that I didn't really care about the pain. But at least I slept. At
9am I was checked again and I had gotten to 4cm! Which meant there was
NO going home for me!!! Dr. Mark told me I was at 4, so he broke my
water. And let me tell you... YIKES! Soooooo much water.
Everywhere. My belly got so much smaller just from that!! Then he
told me that the pain was going to get MUCH worse from there, so he
ordered an Epidural. Let me tell you, best thing ever. I was very
impressed that the epidural went to smoothly, because where she needed
to put the needle is RIGHT where my spine gets really crooked. She
said that there is some severe curving, but she would do it and it
should work fine. And it did! I got to nap... which I DEFINATELY
needed. At about noon, I told the nurse that I was getting SEVERE
pressure, so she checked me. I was only 5 and a half! I was so
discouraged, but then the pressure started to get severely painful...
even with the epidural. I kept telling her that I felt like I needed
to push, and it was only 20 minutes after she had checked me. She said
that she needed to get some stuff ready and I started to get really
frustrated, telling her that I REALLY needed to push!! So she checked
me and I was 9 and a half and completely effaced. YAY! We called in
Dr. Mark and I started some little pushes. Then some big pushes. And
let me tell you.... wow. Pain. Pain that can't be put into words.
Seriously. Finally when the nurse said, "I see hair" I was like......
what? Hair?! I not only was expecting a bald baby, but the thought
that everyone could see the baby's head and could see her hair... that
just made me want to get her out as fast as I could. They gave me
oxygen and I pushed my little heart out. I had tears streaming down my
face and I was sweating and grunting and screaming. Dr. Mark did
finally have to do the episiotomy and I FELT him do that. That stung a
lot. But the next push after he did that, she was here!! He laid her
on my belly as they sucked the fluid out of her nose and mouth and all
I remember is crying and rubbing her back and thinking about how warm
she felt and how much hair she had. The nurse then took her away and
Brandon stood next to me and said some things... I honestly can't
remember what he said, I was so caught up in emotion, but I know they
were amazingly nice words... and I told him to go to the warmer and
look at our new baby. I got put back together... which totally hurt
and sucked. But was worth it in every single way possible. When they
finally gave her to me all cleaned up and bundled, all I could do was
cry and kiss her and tell her how much I love her. I'm getting teary
and emotional just remembering. We announced her name to everyone in
the room and so far, everyone loves it. I love her so much. She is so
perfect.
Brandon was amazing the entire time. I seriously do
not think I would have made it through without him. From the first
night rubbing my back and my feet, to holding my head and counting
while I pushed... he did everything I could have ever needed. Even
without asking. I would not have made it though without him. His
constant encouragement was spectacular.
The stay in the hospital
was nice. They had to keep her on the warmer for a while because she
body temp was low, and I didn't like that because I couldn't sleep... I
just kept staring at her and wanting to hold her. It was hard the
first time I got out of bed because of A) the stitches and obvious
other pains of my body but B) she broke my tail bone. I have a broken
butt. Or bruised. The nurse said that there is no way of telling, and
Dr. Mark said he could do an X-ray, but there is nothing they could do
for it so I said screw it. I'll just deal with the pain. I still have
a very hard time getting around because of it. Finally on Saturday we
got to come home and every day since has been just another day in
paradise. She nurses very well, shes hardly fussy, and sometimes we
just lay in bed and stare at each other. Shes everything I could have
ever wanted.
07.12.08
It is official... my baby girl isn't a baby anymore. Shes growing up
into a big girl so fast that is amazes me with every passing day. My
heart swells with pride, but weeps for not being able to get those baby
days back. I love when she still lets me do "baby things" with her...
sometimes she likes to lay on my lap and cuddle with me when she drinks
her milk. Watching someone see the world for the first time and learn
about new things is such a miracle. I still remember the first time I
took her outside and she was fascinated by a tree and I just stood
there holding her and telling her, "That is a tree. It grows in the
ground. There are different kinds of trees. Birds live in trees." and
all kinds of stuff like that. And the first time it snowed and I
bundled her up and took her outside and watched her stare in awe at the
little falling snowflakes as they fell and melted on her soft baby
skin. And her first airplane ride where she stared out the window as I
showed her the clouds and how big the world is around us and how even
though we are so small in comparison to everything, there is no one in
the entire world just like her. She is uniquely special. I don't know
what I have done in my life to deserve the wonderful life I live right
now with such an amazing daughter. I am truly blessed. She does so much
now! Here is a short list of Anna's accomplishments and just fun facts:
*Walking!
She crawls faster than she can walk, so if she is really in a hurry she
will crawl. But she is finally a pro at walking and is her way of
getting around 90% of the time.
*She is completely on cow's
milk. I started her at 11 months on half formula and half milk and have
been slowly taking the formula out. Now she is on cow's milk and has
had no problems with it! Her favorite foods are waffles and green
apples. Shes become a little bit of a picky eater. Her father is a
picky eater, too... but in a completely different way. I am lucky that
Anna loves veggies, fruits, and pasta above ALL things. She likes
sweets, but not too much.
*Knows some baby sign language. She
knows "more" and "milk" above all else! We are working on doing "all
done", "eat" and "drink". After we are done learning the meal time sign
language, we are going to work on bed time sign language. I waited a
long time to start teaching the baby sign language because I wanted to
make sure that she talks more than signs. Which brings me to....
*The
child doesn't stop talking ever!!! *lol* She is actually starting to
put together sentences. And she picks up on words very fast. On her
birthday I taught her 'balloon' and every day she wakes up and finds
the balloons in the dining room and points and says, 'balloon!'. She
knows momma, dada, kitty, thank you, bye bye, milk, juice, yum, uh-oh,
duck, quack, baby, no, uh-huh, pretty, and a ton of other words I can't
even begin to list because it would take up 2 pages. If you ask her
what sound a ducky makes, she says, "quack quack!" its soooo stinking
cute! She repeats a lot of what people say, so I have to warn people to
not swear around her. Because she will repeat it. She won't remember
it, but will repeat it.
*She throws temper tantrums like a 3
year old. My daughter is a pistol. She wants her way... she wants her
way... and she wants her way. If she doesn't, she will let you know
that she is pissed! I don't have the daughter that wants to play tea
party and princess... I have the daughter that wants to run around and
see how high she can climb and jump off of things. Shes is a
daredevil!! I'm going to have my hands FULL with this child!! But she
loves to laugh, and loves to make people laugh. She knows when she is
being cute, she knows when she is being funny, and she loves to be the
center of attention. If you take out a camera and go to take a picture
of her, she gives you a big cheesy smile! So cute. But I'm scared of
the teenage years. She is definitely little miss independent! The boys
better look out for this one.
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Gabriel Eric Sex: boy Born: 25 August, 2010 Age: 1 years & 174 days Birthday in: 191 days Starsign: Virgo Development: See the 17 months page. Biggest achievement so far: - |
Birth details
Original due date: September 6th
Type of delivery: Vaginal (without pain relief)
Duration of labor: 7 hours.
Weight @ birth: 7lbs. 5oz.
Length @ birth: 20,5 inches