June 28, 2008

OK, So-I'm a little lax in writing this-it's been a crazy couple of weeks. For those of you who actually keep up with my page-THANKS. You mean a lot to me.

June 9, 2008-My little Xander was born. I went in at 6am. By 6:15, I was in a room, on a funky bed, dressed in those STYLISH gowns with my @$$ hanging out and ready to go...my water broke about 6:30 and holy crap-that's when it started. My hope was to do this without any pain relief-I didn't want to be groggy or otherwise unable to remember my little one's debut into the world...holy hell-that was asking too much...

My husband and my mom were with me and thank god-I could NOT have gone thrrough that without them. My husband was so incredible. He was at my beck and call-fetching ice chips and popcicles at every half hour or so. My mom was right there by me with her mommy hands hold me and telling me it will all be over soon and be so worth it in the end...she was right...eventually.

I ended up opting for an epidural around 10am. MY LAWD-it was like an angel was sitting beside me...for about 10 minutes and then the pain came back-with a vengeance...and stayed-so much for pain relief...

ok, so I don't remember what time it was, but they stuck an oxygen mask on me...I hated that. I hate ANYTHING stuck to my face. BUT-Xander was "in distress" and i wont go into details here-better to be forgotten...

My mom had to leave two or three times-I imagine it was difficult to watch your baby girl go through that-I was trying really hard to be tough-to not show how much i was hurting cause i knew how it would affect her and Patrick...ah well-c'est la vie, right?

Anyway, at 8pm the nurse told me that it was time to push-oh, sh*t-here it comes...actually that part wasn't that bad...forty minutes of that versus 14 HOURS of unholy agony...well...no prob, bob. Out he popped...not breathing and blue as can be...I was out of it so i don't know exactly what happened and trying to get details like that out of my husband-well...pfft. But once they got him breathing, he let out a little whimper and his eyes were WIDE open. I expected a heathly baby squall...I didn't get it. he RARELY cried at all...until the second night-but i'll get there.

So, then the bleeding...holycrapomg...and i thought my water breaking was icky...pfft...Oh, and what good does a MESH PANTY and a COTTON PHONE BOOK do? I'm taking depends next time...read:ADULT DIAPERS. I cant count the times i had to ask for my bed changed and a new ventilated gown...

Anyway, I didn't get ANY rest in the hospital-woke me up to give me a pain pill-Obviously if i'm sleeping i'm not in too much pain!-woke me up to take my vitals-I'm vital enough to be pissed about you waking me up-AGAIN, then they came in to take Xander's vitals...hell, he's vital enough to scream when you stick that COLD thermometer THERE....wake me up to tell me that my breakfast is coming in an hour...sh*t...you afraid i will sleep through it? Then during the day, there were two different pediatricians, people to take pictures, someone to take our order for our "special dinner" and the annoying lady with a speech impediment to ask me about Xander's information for his birth certificate...did she say his name right?? I bet she spells our last name wrong...i couldn't understand a damn thing that woman said...plus a myriad of nurses in and out checking up on me or Xander...

And that was the hospital stay-I'll probably update that as i remember the other details.

Then we got home and the fun began. BTW: I didn't get to change a diaper until after the first week-yay SuperDad...

Breastfeeding-That should have been covered in the "Hospital Section" but wth-I'm here now...So i thought it would be harder than it was. I was DETERMINED to do it tho.

Speaking of-this wiggly baby in my lap is hungry..More later

July 18, 2008

wow, time flies when you're sleep deprived and overworked...lol

Little Xander is over a month old and he's so wonderful. He's definately a full time job-Still not sleeping much at night. He didn't get to get his circumcision in the hospital-there is something wrong with his little weewee, so we have to go to the urologist on wednesday...we will talk about what to do about his problem and then discuss the circumcision. One nurse told me that they wont do a circumcision until he is a year. I was FURIOUS. That baby is going to be moving and walking and AWARE of where he will be hurting and I'm NOT going to put up with that. They are going to have one pissed mommy. . .and daddy...

He's growing and happy. He goes through his little growth spurts and gets fussy but otherwise is a happy baby. Will update more soon.