Day One

Sunday-20th of February
9:30 am

My water breaks in the shower.
At first, I think it's nothing. I remember thinking: did my water just break?...naaaah.
When more fluid keeps leaking...I am trying not to get too excited.
"I'll wait some more and see what happens"

After about a half hour, Hubby calls down the hall to me:
"Honey? What are you doing?"

"Are you okay?"
"I don't know!!"

"What do you mean!? Are you having labor pains?"
" But I'm leaking!"

"Do we need to leave?"
"I don't know!!"

I call my mom to ask her opinion. She tells me to call the hospital and ask them. I know I should do this, but in a way, I don't want to go in! I'm not ready!!
Anyway..I call the hospital. I tell the nurse I have been leaking for an hour and a half. She tells me that my water definitely broke if it has lasted that long and I need to come in.

Realize I haven't packed anything.
I rush around with a towel between my legs, because I'm still leaking, and try to wrap my brain around the fact: YOU ARE HAVING A BABY TODAY!!
Smack myself in the face when I realize I haven't even gotten a baby bag together.
Geez! What have you been doing for the past nine months woman?!

We arrive at the hospital around noon.
They try to check my cervix. Emphasis on TRY.
I am told my cervix is "in my tonsils".
Doctor tells me a c-section would be advised.
Due to the fact I am having no labor pains, no contractions, no signs at all that I'm having a baby: a c-section would be better for me and the baby.
After your water breaks, you need to deliver within 24 hours to avoid infection. If I tried to wait to go into labor, it could be 12 hours, easily. My doctor tells me, I could go through the long and painful labor again, waiting to progress. Or I could have a c-section. She tells me, I worked like hell with my last labor, and she sees no reason for me to go through that again.
I am totally up for the easy way.

I had asked the nurses to hold off as long as possible on the IV.
They had graciously obliged but now that we have decided on a c-section, it was time.
Surprise! The nurse gets the IV in the first time!
*phew!* I was really dreading it. They stuck me four times with my last delivery.
Speaking of pain, getting a catheter put in when you are totally aware and under no medications: OUCH.

I'm wheeled down to the OR.
The staff are really friendly. I can tell they are trying to distract me by starting a conversation. I appreciate the thought, but it didn't really help. I am VERY aware of the anesthesiologist getting the needle ready.
The first stick really stings but it works immediately. I feel a lot of pressure when the spinal goes in and feel my toes go numb in seconds.
They lay me down and start prepping my belly. Anesthesia makes me nauseous and I'm sick once.
After some big tugs and lots of pressure:
I, of course, start crying.
At 2:27 pm, Peanut is brought into the world. 6 pounds, 14 ounces, he is a tiny little squirt compared to my first born of 9 pounds, 4 ounces. He cries as the clean him off and wrap him up.
When I first see him, he's really wrinkly and red. I notice he has my nose and Hubby's eyebrows. Just like my first born.

I sleep as they stitch me up. I get wheeled to recovery to let the spinal wear off.
A half hour later, they take me back up to my room. Curtis, his girlfriend Shirley, and Monkey are in the room already. Monkey wants to be held but I am in no shape to be lifting a 25 pound toddler. I'm told he was saying "baby" during the ride to the hospital. :D
Hubby, Mom, and Dad walk in. I start crying when I see my mom. 10 minutes later, Peanut is wheeled in. The nurse tells me he's starving and I need to feed him. Nursing is a lot easier then last time I tried. After some more visitors, everyone leaves except mom. She stays with me the rest of the night.

Peanut falls asleep at midnight. I get about two hours of sleep until the pain wakes me up. Back to sleep till about 5am when the baby wakes me up.

My favorite part of the day: falling asleep holding my baby. :)

A first

My son had a fever for the first time yesterday.

Hubby and I had left him with my father-in-law around 10:30 yesterday morning to go run some errands. When we got back around 1:30, the first thing I noticed when I picked him up was how hot he was. I thought maybe, since he was laying on Curtis' chest, that was why he felt warmer then usual. But 20 minutes later, he was still burning up.

As a mother, this terrified me. This is the very first time he has ever had anything worse then the sniffles. I, of course, began running every horrifying, can-only-end-in-death, scenario through my mind.
-He has the flu
-He has the bird flu!
-He has the plague
-He's only going to get hotter and hotter till he spontaneously combusts!
"calm down, its just a little fever"

I gave him some fever reducer and after taking his temperature and seeing for myself that it was only one degree higher, I calmed down.
A little bit.
I called my mom.
"Baby C has a fever, WHAT DO I DO?!?!"
"Take him to the doctor, now"
"You think so?"
("Throw him in the snow!") my dad yells in the background.
"All the snow is gone!" I wailed.
After they heard his temperature was only 99.6, they told me not to worry and to call his pediatrician just to make sure.
So I did.
They told me that they don't start to worry until a child's temperature goes above 100. The nurse told me that the medicine I gave him was the right idea and all I could really do now was wait and see what happens.

It annoyed me because when you are a new mother, people tell you not to think anything is a stupid question. And the nurse just made me feel like it was a stupid question and I was silly for calling about it.  I know it wasn't really a fever but I was still worried.

Baby C was really fussy for the next couple hours, sleeping then waking up crying, then going back to sleep. When I woke him up at 7:30 to give him some more medicine, he felt cool again. What little fever he had was gone.
At that point, I remember that teething can cause a baby to get a fever. Since it lasted so short of a time, I assume that is what was wrong. I felt so much better that he didn't have the plague or the bird flu and that it was only due to teething.

That doesn't mean it didn't scare me.
But thats motherhood for you. :)

Paint and Tape

We started painting the living room the other day.
Now keep in mind, these rooms haven't been touched up in probably a decade. And the living room isn't the only one that needs painting.

There are 10 rooms in this house:
Four bedrooms
Two full baths
Living room
Family room
Dining room

The bedrooms and bathrooms have recently been updated. The paint color isn't my favorite (they were painted before we moved in) but at least it's new. The living room has one dark forest green wall and three walls that are some kind of sea foam green.
It's horrible:

This doesn't portray how blue it really is.

I don't know what Hubby's mom was thinking when she picked this out all those years ago.

We, meaning me, picked out a neutral Mocha Syrup brown for the living and dining room. It's going on pretty good, we will have to do another coat but it will be slow going since Hubby went back to work today. I'm, technically, not supposed to be painting but I went ahead and painted the bay window trim.

My camera is stupid and can't handle the amount of light coming through the window.
But here is the wall with the bay windows.

I painted all the trim.

Hubby started to put tape up near the ceiling...then we realized we don't have to because we plan on putting up crown moulding.

This is the old forest green next to the new brown I picked out.

All the trim has to be touched up, since Hubby's mom smoked in the house when she lived here, the white has turned a shade of yellow.


So there is a lot of work left. I'm trying not to get overwhelmed by the amount. 3 more rooms full of baseboards, walls, window trim, door frames, CEILINGS!...I mean it all needs to be painted. Not to mention the entryway.
Plus the kitchen cabinets. Ugh.
So 4 more rooms?
That's a lot of paint.
And tape.
I hate taping.
But guess who gets to do it?

So let the reno begin!