Thursday, October 23, 2014

To my baby Kangaroo - Week 6

This has been a busy week for us. Baby A's six week checkup was on Monday. She weighed in at 9 lbs 12 oz (up from 7 lb 8 oz birthweight), and 22.5" long (up from 21" at birth). 

She has gotten in the strange habit of flipping me the bird while she's eating. Sometimes her hand is resting against her cheek, like below, and other times her hand is resting on my boob...


She is full of smiles now. She doesn't quite giggle, but she will hold her smile for awhile if you ask to her smile and smile really big at her. She also smiles while she is silently pooping (if she has a gassy poop she grunts).

She still curls up on my chest to take naps. 

And she curls up with Daddy to watch TV. 

She is getting really good at holding her neck up. And she scoots around when I lay her on her playmat. 

Since Halloween is around the corner, I busted out the Halloween onesies... She kept putting her arm in the way, but it says "Daddy is under my spell"... So true, too :)

This outfit also has a pumpkin on the butt, and she wore bright orange socks with it:

Baby A is still sleeping from 10/1030 to 4/430 every night, and wakes up for the day around 7/730. On the weekends we run a lot of errands and have a lot of visitors, and she doesn't get her naps as often. This makes her grumpy and really difficult to get to sleep. 

This week she hung out with me outside in the stroller while I pulled up the tomato cages and stakes, and pulled the plants to put into the compost bin. I still have a few more tomato plants to pull, and still need to remove the electric fence, and dig the potatoes and carrots. And we need to put manure on the garden and around the fruit still... 

I had my six week appointment yesterday. The doctor said I am healed up nicely...I am down 10 pounds from my weight at the time I found out I was pregnant, according to the doctor's scale. 

After the doctor's visit, I took Baby A up to my work and she got passed around to all the ladies... She missed her morning nap because we were leaving the house for the doctor's office at that time, but she fell asleep being held at the office. Ugh - I can't believe I go back to work part time in 3 weeks...

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

to my baby kangaroo - Week 5

Your neck control continues to improve! You are able to sit up and watch me when I work on laundry.

snuggle time with dad

Grandpa visited on Monday. You were a little grumpy at the end, but you were getting hungry and ready for a nap.

You get playtime on your mat everyday. You found yourself in the mirror and like to look at yourself. Today I bundled you up and we picked a bucket of pears. We don't need anymore of them canned - still working on those from last year. But I think I will dehydrate a lot of them for snacks.
Tummy time to practice neck strength!  You held your head up for at least 30 seconds!
 

We went to a consignment sale yesterday morning. Everyone in line commented on what a good baby you are. You barely fussed and fell asleep in my arms. Granted, I fed you before we left the house and took a bottle of breastmilk with us in case you got hungry while we were shopping. You stayed asleep in your carseat for another 2 hours after we got home.

This weekend your aunt, uncle and cousins visited from Kansas City. Your cousins are one and two years old and they were excited to swing you and spent the whole weekend pointing at you and saying "Beebee". I can't wait until you're all old enough to play together. 

All of our cloth diapers arrived and are washed and ready to use. We have 13 bum genius elementals, 4 bum genius 4.0s, 4 bum genius freetimes and one bum genius flip with 6 inserts. I tried the freetimes and elementals on you Monday for about 8 hours. So cute! I'm ready to use up our disposable diapers so we can make the switch.

This week you continue to flash big grins. Sometimes you'll be nursing and will stop to grin at me. Makes the late nights and early mornings easier to deal with, for sure. Last night was pretty rough sleepwise. You didn't go to bed until nearly midnight, and then woke up crying three times. I ended up snuggling on the couch and sleeping there with you until about 2, and then put you in your rock and play and slept the rest of the night on the couch. And of course you woke up hungry at 5:45. And I find it impossible to take naps during the day. I lay down and rest, but rarely fall asleep. My mind is busy thinking of things I want to do, like dismantle the garden and compost/mulch around the fruit before it gets too cold.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

to my baby kangaroo - Week 4


Here l go being all vain again ... This photo was taken last week l think on Wednesday. As of today l am down another pound from last week. Still not trying to lose weight but l think the milk production is causing the scale to drop. l feel like l am eating a ton more than when l was pregnant. On this day l also got my flu shot hence the sexy bandaids on my upper arm.

Baby A gets tummy time every day to work on her neck control. 
She gets a little grumpy when woken up from a nap.
Stretching awake from a nap
She still curls up like a frog when sleeping. And we have to swaddle her with her arms down at night for two reasons. One, because her hands get cold, and two because if her hands aren't swaddles she hits herself in the head and wakes up. Sometimes she gets her arms out of the swaddle though (we call her a little Houdini) and she wakes up fussing. But if we tuck her arms back in she goes back to sleep.
Milk coma while momma is having her morning cup of coffee

This week we have let her sleep through the night and wake up when she is hungry.  This usually means she goes down for the night between 10 and 1030, and wakes up around 330 to eat.  She takes about an hour to eat,  and is up for the day around 730. I am also working on a freezer stash of milk,  so I pump each side after she eats at the 3am feeding and 7 am feeding. This puts 4-5 ounces a day in the freezer.  This milk is for when I go back to work,  so I have some extra for the sitter. It is also for if I want to drink a beer or two and not worry about the alcohol being in my milk. And I wanted to get used to the pump before going back to work so I am more comfortable with it. Then, hopefully my supply won't drop just because I'm at work and nervous about pumping when other people are around. I believe I'll be using the small conference room most days, which is also used for attorney-client meetings for municipal court and for employee meetings with HR. It's lockable and other pumping mommas have been using this room, too. My goal is to breastfeed until Baby A is at least 6 months. Since she is a month old today, we are 20% to that goal. Who knows, I may get to March and decide to keep at it for a few more weeks or months. Or I may go back to work and decide it isn't working. There have already been nights when I think about the free formula samples hidden in the back of the closet (I made it hard to find so sitters and the family can't find it, and so I have to work to get it out if I decide to go that route.) And I think about my sore nipples and huge boobs and those 2 hours of sleep I lose in the middle of the night, and how easy it would be to switch to formula. But then I think of the health benefits (especially since we are headed into cold and flu season) and the money we are saving by me breastfeeding and I keep at it. Since Baby A was born, I've had to use a nipple shield because she couldn't latch on to my boob. Initially, I was so pumped full of IV fluids and swollen, that she couldn't latch at all. I am trying to wean her off the shield because I think it is causing some of my nipple soreness, and we are successful sometimes. This week, she has latched on 2 to 3 times a day without it. Other times, she is so hungry and frustrated that I go ahead with the shield. A lot of doctors and lactation consultants are against nipple shields because they think they hinder eating and growth, but according to our bathroom scale, Baby A has gained almost a pound a week since our last doctor's appointment, so I don't think we have that issue! As of Monday, she weighed 9 pounds 4 ounces.

 I convinced the hubs that I want to use cloth diapers once Baby A is big enough. I bought some used ones that are in the mail as we speak, and some new ones from Target. Used, you say? That's gross? Nothing that laundry detergent, bleach and the sun can't remove. And at almost half the price of new, I think they're a good idea for when we're starting out. Our sitter also agred to use them. And we'll save a lot of money. I've spent about $250 on 23 diapers compared to the thousands we would spend on disposables. Even after figuring the extra several loads of laundry I'll need to do each week, they are still more economical. I've also read there are less poop blowouts with cloth diapers which I am really looking forward to. We've had 1 to 2 blowouts every day for the last week. Once, I had to change clothes (and luckily didn't get any of the poo on our couch!) And the other times have required clothing changes for Baby A. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

To my baby kangaroo - Week 3

Baby girl, you make the funniest faces. 

Just a swingin'!
No, I don't want to wake up from my nap
I think we both sleep better if we get out of the house and enjoy the sunshine a little bit everyday. Even if it is just the 7 minute walk to the mailbox and back. You tend to fall asleep in the baby carrier and stay asleep for 1-2 hours, versus when you fall asleep after nursing and only sleep for 20 minutes (or until I decide to put you down in your crib and then you wake up screaming bloody murder). 


This week you have shown a little more interest in your playmat/gym. I don't think you are intentionally playing yet, but sometimes when you flail your arms you hit the rattle or some of the other toys and are interested. There is also a mirror, and you look at yourself sometimes. 


Monday I picked the rest of the peppers and tomatoes. The nights have been cool lately, in the 40s, and the tomatoes have lost their flavor. They taste like sad store-bought tomatoes. We also went to the farm yesterday and walked Freddy up to Grandma's house again. And then you got to entertain Grandma for an hour. I'm trying to make a point to walk Freddy and visit Grandma at least once a week. She doesn't get around much/very well anymore, and she really enjoys the visits. I know you won't remember them, but I try to take photographs too. 
What do you mean I have to lay still in this cake pan while you read the digital display??

I'm sure this is a fear that every breastfeeding mother has at some point, but I get scared sometimes that you aren't gaining weight like you're supposed to. Your Daddy brings home a digital scale from his work once a week and we weigh you. According to the scale, as of Monday you had gained 8 ounces above your birthweight.. So in the last three weeks, you gained the 5 ounces you lost in the hospital plus another 8 ounces. I would say the breastmilk is working just fine! We weighed you twice this week - before and after a feeding - and you ate about 2 ounces. 
"No one told me it was naptime; I missed that memo"

We are seeming to get into a sleep routine during the day. You eat breakfast at the same time as me and your dad, and then usually have a second breakfast about an hour and a half later (along with your daily vitamin D dosage). Then sometime between 9 and 10 you go down for a 2 to 2-1/2 hour nap. You wake up and eat again, play on your gym/mat, I read a book to you, you get some tummy-time to practice lifting your neck, and then you eat and go down for another 2 to 2-1/2 hour nap sometime between 4 and 7. I know, a wide range there, but if you start getting cranky and you're fed, burped, and freshly diapered, I know you're ready for a nap. 

At night, we were waking you up 4 hours after your bedtime to feed. That stopped last night. It was a huge ordeal. You weren't waking up on your own, so at 1:30am, it would take 30-45 minutes to wake you to eat. You'd fall asleep eating on one side, no matter how much I talked to you, or rubbed your face or feet. So then I'd burp you and spend another 15-20 minutes waking you to feed on the other side. By 3:30 or 4am, I'd be back in bed, but you weren't sleeping well and neither was I. The pediatrician was who told us to wake you every 4 hours. But the Hubs talked to several people at work that said they always let their baby sleep until s/he woke up hungry and then fed. So we tried that last night. Your last feeding ended at about 9pm and you woke up at 330am to eat. You, me and your dad are a lot better rested today. You woke up for the day around 7am, your typical wake-up time. 

Over the weekend, we also moved you out of our bedroom at night. You were in a rock and play next to my side of the bed until this weekend. It was nice because I could roll over and see/feel that you were breathing, even if you weren't making a peep. But it was also annoying because you grunt and make all kinds of noises in your sleep that wake me and your dad up. We were not getting very restful sleep with all your night-time noises. So you are now sleeping in your crib and I have the baby monitor turned on low so I can hear when you wake up. 

Since you aren't eating during the night, I'm trying to figure out when/if to pump instead of feeding you at night. I don't want my milk supply to decrease since I'm not feeding you then, and I need to start storing milk for when I go back to work so you can eat at the sitter's house. This morning I pumped on the side you didn't eat on first, and put that milk in the freezer. But I waited until your first feeding to do that. I might try to do that if I wake up before you. (Or I might spend that time eating breakfast with your dad like I did this morning.)

Breastfeeding has been an adventure. Hardly any of the nursing bras I bought during my pregnancy actually fit. And when they do fit it is only for the first hour or so after feeding, and then my boobs swell up with milk and I end up with boob muffin-top poking over the top of my bra cup. I bought a couple nursing bras to wear at night, but they don't fit... I swell up like a balloon and the bra leaves indentations on my chest and I feel tender. So those are staying in the drawer... I've found that I really like nursing tanks that have built-in shelf bras. Super comfy and I don't get poked by underwire :)

I stepped on the scale again on Monday and I lost another pound since last week... And I went into work today to get my flu shot at the health fair (and to show you off) and I wore a pair of pre-pregnancy capris. I can't believe how lucky I am to shed the weight that quickly. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

To My Baby Kangaroo - week 2

Today you are two weeks old (wait, slow down, that means I have to go back to work part time in 6 weeks!).

Your conehead is gone. At the follow-up appointment last week, you had shrunk half an inch from your birth length. That's OK by me. I wish I had a better photo of your conehead so you would understand how crazy it was.

No one told me that I would be so sore from sitting all the time. I sit to nurse you, and I sit to snuggle with you, and I sit (albeit quickly) on the toilet while you're sleeping. I expected to be sore from delivery, but most of that has subsided. The first several days, my chest, arms, abs (wait, I still had abs under all that baby!?) and back hurt from pushing for three hours. My lady business was still a little sore earlier this week, but not sore enough that I needed pain relief. Just enough to remind me it was there and went through something traumatic. It stopped hurting on Monday, I think.

You are eating 10-12 times a day, and hitting the targets for your wet and poopy diapers. (No one told us how excited we would be by diapers, either. We get close to the end of the day and are like, "Baby girl, we need a couple more poopies from you today." Sometimes you get the message and let 'er rip. Speaking of which: you typically poop during breastfeeding. It is quite hilarious, because you stop nursing, stiffen and arch your back, and let out a juicy fart. A couple days ago, you had 6 farts in one diaper during one feeding. It was pretty full, not gonna lie. Dad likes to lay you on your back and make you do bicycle legs, which also seems to relieve your gas.) This means that my days are divided into approximately 2 hour increments. At night, you sleep 4 hours and then we wake you to feed. Otherwise, you would probably sleep the whole night. But we don't want you to starve, so you wake at least once, sometimes twice, depending on what time you go down for the night. I would love for you to have a dependable schedule, but I know that at two weeks that is unrealistic. And I don't want to compromise my milk supply by limiting when you eat.

When you get really hungry, or when you are really angry and crying, you snort. You root around with your nose and sound like a little piggy. Other times, when you seem to be happy, you make monkey noises, like "he he he". You get a lot of tummy time, snuggling on my or daddy's chest. The doctor was really impressed with your neck control for your age. During the day, you seem to sleep most peacefully when you're curled up on my chest. I think because you can hear my heartbeat, like you did when you were inside me.

We've taken several walks in the ErgoBaby carrier. We walked down to the mailbox a couple times this week, watered the fruit trees and yesterday we checked out the tomatoes and peppers in the garden. When we were watering the trees, you fell asleep. I think you liked the white noise from the water hose. Today we're going to attempt to go to the farm and walk Freddy. 

 Daddy misses you a lot when he is at work, so I try to take a picture everyday and send it to him. It's a little hard to take a selfie with a baby in one arm, so most photos are just of you. But here's the one I sent yesterday. You had just finished eating and were starting in on an hour long nap.

This is your "hurry up and get the boob out" face. You get a little grumpy if I am not fast enough, and then you tend to root around on my chest and bite my nipple. So I try to be fast when I start noticing your hunger signs, like chewing on your hands and being fussy. 

Last week, your Dad told the mail lady that you had been born. She now delivers mail to four living generations of our family. You, me, your grandpa, and your great grandma. She was so excited that she sent you a card - your very first piece of mail. I'm saving it for your baby book. (Your second piece of mail was your social security card.) Yesterday, the mail lady came up to the house to drop off a package and I took you out to meet her. She started crying because you are so beautiful and little!

This week you also got to meet your grandpa (the hub's dad). He was in town from Arizona to see his other grand babies in Kansas City and drove down here on Saturday to see you. It was the first time your dad had seen his dad in over 30 years so it was a rather emotional visit.

I think you are in a growth spurt. Your naps have increased in frequency and length. Yesterday you had two one hour naps and a 2-1/2 hour nap. And you ate so much. Like 20 minutes every hour that you were awake. It's hard to keep you awake to eat for longer than that, but I've been making an effort to get you to feed on both sides during each feeding. 

And... don't hate me... I was curious how much I weigh. On Monday I stepped on the scale and was 7 pounds under the weight I was when I found out I was pregnant. Yes, you read that right, 7 pounds under. And you're only two weeks old. And then I tried on some pre-pregnancy jeans and they fit. There is a little more pudge in the front, from all the stretched out belly skin. And I probably lost a lot of muscle mass in my abs, which would explain the lower weight. But holy cow. I was expecting to still have 10 pounds or so to lose. I guess this is what happens when you only gain 20 pounds during a pregnancy, and stay active the entire pregnancy? Pretty flippin' awesome - definitely was a confidence booster. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

One week post-partum

I'm amazed at how much my body has changed in the last week. The previous 10 months were a pretty gradual change, but the last week has been a lot more sudden. 

This picture was taken Monday, September 8, right before I jumped in the shower for the evening - about an hour before the contractions started that would turn into Baby A. I had stopped wearing my wedding rings only the week before because they were leaving indentations on my fingers and by midafternoon at work I was taking them off and putting them on my desk anyway. (I was afraid someone would walk off with them, frankly, as I work in an open office setting and the guys in the same room as me are pretty oblivious when people walk into our room. On at least 3 occasions, baby gifts have been left on my desk when two of the guys were in the room and none of them noticed anyone walk in and put something down...)

Week 41, day 2

These next couple photos were taken Sunday, September 14 (only 4 days after delivery). I was able to wear my wedding rings that day, although they aren't on in the photo because I typically don't wear them around the house. (Especially when I'm not a new mom, because I don't want to lose them or their diamonds in the garden, or get them grimy while making dinner or cleaning house. Now, I don't want to scratch Baby A.)
Week 1 day 4 (or "week 42 day 1")

And these photos were taken this morning, 8 days past delivery. 

I might add I still can't see my toes, but not because of my belly. My milk came in and my "shelf" got a little bigger!

I know I should not be worrying about my weight, and I'm not. I'm just rather impressed that my body has bounced back so quickly. Just for vanity's sake, I tried on a pair of pre-pregnancy pants earlier this week and they were only about an inch from buttoning. I have not been dumb enough (or brave enough?) to step on the scale yet. My bump looks about the same as when I was 3 months pregnant and I assume that's about how much I weigh at this point. 

For now, I'm concentrating on continuing to eat a well balanced diet to produce milk for Baby A. I'm also moving around - over the weekend I walked to get the mail by myself (remember this is a .3 mile round trip, with hills both directions) and earlier this week I strapped on the ErgoBaby baby carrier and took Baby A on a walk to the mailbox, too. She seemed rather content with the infant insert (keeps her head from wobbling around). Granted, she was freshly fed and diapered and pretty zonked in a milk coma...

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

How week 41 became Week 1

At last week's doctor's appointment, the doctor said that if baby girl didn't arrive on her own by Wednesday September 10 (my next scheduled appointment) that he was going to schedule me to be induced. 42 weeks would have been Sunday, and he didn't want me to go past that, for fear that the baby might start to be in distress, or that she would be too big to deliver vaginally. 

So I spent the weekend trying to induce labor naturally. I don't know if that is what happened, or if she finally decided to make an appearance, but we now have a baby girl to hold in our arms. 

I continued to go to the gym last week and walked 30 minutes on 3 days. I also walked Freddy each morning. Even the folks at the gym started asking when baby girl was going to make her appearance. 

Saturday, I worked in the garden, picking another 3 gallon bucket of tomatoes and peppers, and dried four trays of tomatoes in the dehydrator. I also chopped down all the corn that was not producing. The Hubs was mowing the yard and stopped by the garden asking, "What are you doing? You're 41 weeks pregnant." To which I replied, "I'm 41 weeks pregnant and trying to induce labor!" 

Sunday, we went to the fair and ate a funnel cake and king taters for "appetizers" and then went to Chan's (a local cook to order Chinese joint) and shared a plate of spicy Chinese food. I also walked about 2 miles in the driveway at home, and we had (too much information?? We're all adults here, right?) some good lovin'. The only thing I refused to try was castor oil because I read in several sources that not only does it cause mom's bowels to get really moving, it can also cause the baby to have a bowel movement in the womb which could be bad news if the baby inhales the poo. I, however, did not need anything extra as I already had the shits Saturday and Sunday. (This is a sign of impending labor!)

Red velvet funnel cake
For dinner Sunday evening,  we had grilled bbq chicken, corn on the cob and homemade mac and cheese. My stomach was really upset and I choked down half my dinner. I kept thinking "could this be the night?" And wanted to have energy to make it through labor if it was. I started having contractions when I laid down for bed around 930, and they did not feel like Braxton Hicks. They felt real. But they were only coming every 20 minutes and I was able to sleep between them. I slept on the couch for part of the night because I was afraid of waking the Hubs. I wanted him to be well rested in case we needed to go the hospital.

Monday morning, I told him I was going to walk a couple laps in the driveway to see if I could speed things along after breakfast. So I walked about 20 minutes and the contractions stopped. I felt fine otherwise, and decided to go ahead and go to work. I had some contractions throughout the day, but they weren't as strong as the ones I had overnight and weren't coming at regular intervals. For lunch, a coworker and I went to the fair again, as I had this feeling I wouldn't be making another trip. I had a huge corndog and cookies & cream mini donuts. Think: funnel cake made into donuts about the diameter of an oreo, then coated with white frosting and crunched up oreos. I ate the entire thing (and REALLY) wanted a glass of milk afterward. 

Monday afternoon, I called my OB's office. Sunday night, the contractions had stopped when I started moving around or snacked, but on Monday at work, I would have a contraction every time I started moving. Get up to go to the printer? Contraction. Go to the bathroom? Contraction. The nurse told me the best thing was to keep moving when they started, to help labor progress, but to not move so much as to wear myself out so that I would still have energy for labor. 
Cookies and cream mini donuts

I didn't walk Freddy that day or go to the gym. Instead I went to TJ Maxx and shopped and walked down nearly every aisle. I wanted to be moving but not at a strenuous pace, and I was leary of walking laps in the driveway knowing it would be two hours until the Hubs came home. I didn't want to collapse in labor pain in the driveway. When I got home I watered all the fruit trees. Again, low energy, but still moving. 

For dinner, I made cheeseburgers with diced onions and jalapenos in them and homemade french fries. The burgers weren't spicy at all, even though I used 4 jalapenos for a pound of meat. I also ate a pretty good sized tomato. I was stuffed when I got up from the table and was shocked how hungry I was compared to the previous evening. I snapped a quick 41-week photo before hopping in the shower.  
41 weeks, 2 days
Again, I laid down to read and unwind before bedtime, about 830pm, and the contractions started. I started timing them again and they were coming every 2 to 8 minutes and lasting for about 45 seconds. My OB had told me to head to the hospital when the contractions were 5 minutes apart, lasting 1 minute, for at least an hour. I figured labor would progress pretty quickly. (Boy was I wrong!) I showed the Hubs my contraction counter app and told him we would probably head for the hospital sometime during the night. I told him to sleep and I would wake him when the contractions were coming per the OB's times. I went to the couch to rest between contractions, and when a contraction hit, I would get up and walk around the living room. This was partly to keep my mind off the pain because sitting through a contraction was torturous. Around 230am, the Hubs got up to eat a snack. I had called the OB floor at the hospital about an hour earlier and told them my contractions were about a minute long, but still spaced 2 to 7 minutes apart, and that they had been like that for about 4 hours. She told me to labor at home as long as I could comfortably, and that she expected they would see me sometime that night. I told the Hubs he should go ahead and eat his snack, and think about going to the bathroom and getting dressed. I thought it was about time to leave for the hospital. He was ready in lightning fast speed, and we were off! It didn't occur to me until that point that I would have to sit through the contractions on the way to the hospital. In the 25 minute ride, I had at least 5 contractions. 

On the way down the driveway, it also occurred to me that the next time I was home, I would be a parent. I would no longer be responsible for just me. I would be sustaining a life outside my womb. What an overwhelming thought!

When we checked into the hospital around 3 am, I was 9 days overdue. I expected to have baby girl by mid-afternoon at the latest. 
Around 6am the contractions became more than I could bear and I asked for an epidural. It was about 8 am before the anesthesiologist got to me. The epidural left me immobile, and so I also had a catheter inserted and IV fluids started. Once the drugs kicked in, I could feel pressure from the abdomen down, but could not feel pain. My right leg went completely numb; I could not feel it at all and could only move my toes. I was unable to move my right leg without assisting it. My left leg was tingly, like it was asleep with pins and needles, and I was still able to move it. After the epidural, the contractions seemed to decrease in intensity and frequency. I was able to doze. In an effort to keep things moving, the nurses would rotate me from side to side every 30 minutes. This was to help baby girl get in the birth canal. At one point, I agreed to try pelvic rocking, which involved me turning around in the bed, with the back inclined nearly 90 degrees, and rocking. But with my right leg not moving, that did not work very well. I was laughing throughout the entire attempt because I felt like a fish flapping out of water. Even with a nurse on each side, I couldn't keep my leg upright. 

At about 3pm, my contractions still hadn't sped back up, so my water was manually broken. I didn't want to be on Pitocin, so the nurse gave my body a couple hours to respond to my water breaking. I don't know if it was because of the epidural, but the contractions would not get more intense or frequent. The Pitocin was started sometime that evening, not much to start with, and increased every couple hours when the contractions seemed to level off again. 

At 5 am on September 10, I was finally nearly fully dilated, except for a small rim on one side that was stuck on baby girl's head. The nurse could feel the top of her head and informed me that she had a full head of hair. I started pushing with each contraction at 5 am. The nurse was also confident that baby girl was oriented incorrectly - instead of being face down in the birth canal she was face up. Around 7 am, my OB/Gyn arrived for delivery. The nurses and doctor kept telling me about her hair and how close she was getting with each push; at one point I asked them to bring in a mirror. I was amazed how much more motivated I was to bring her into this world once seeing the top of her head. 

At 7:55 am on Wednesday, September 10, our baby girl was born. In the final push her entire body came out. I guess I expected one push for her head and several for her body. But once her head came out, everyone encouraged me to keep pushing and she came out. She was momentarily placed on my chest. In that moment, I was so overwhelmed with joy and was crying, but I was also laughing because she had a severe conehead from being pushed out the birth canal for 3 hours. (I was told later that 3 hours of pushing is typical for a face-up delivery, and that some OB/Gyns won't even deliver if the baby is in that orientation because it takes so long.) The nurses took her to the other side of the room to clean her up and do some quick testing. It took several minutes longer than the Hubs and I were expecting. She had mucus in her lungs, and they wanted to take her to the nursery for oxygen treatments. They were afraid she wasn't taking in enough air. They expected to return her to my room around noon. This was quite scary, as we had initially been told that our baby would stay with us from the beginning, and that she would be placed naked on my bare chest and allowed to nurse at her own whim. 

Baby girl responded well to the oxygen and they were able to suction mucus out of her lungs that was causing her difficulty in breathing. She was returned to our room around 930 am. Such a sigh of relief, except I could not get her to nurse. It took quite a while of trying, and finally a nipple shield, before she would nurse. My nipples were so large (partly because that's how they are,  partly because the epidural and IV caused me to retain water and swell.)

The Hubs, whispering secrets to his baby girl
Baby girl swaddled. Mom - does the hat look familiar?
We were given the choice of staying another day or being discharged on Thursday. So we had more time to recover, take advantage of all the assistance from the nurses and lactation consultant, and the meals being prepared for both of us, we stayed until Friday.

Friday, the Hubs took a load of belongings out to the car and discovered one of our tires was flat. It was the front passenger side, and he said he wouldn't have noticed except that someone put a note under the windshield wiper (not because he's oblivious to these things, but because he didn't walk on that side of the car). He tried to put the spare tire on so he could drive to the tire shop, but it was low on air, too. So my MiL came in and took him to the tire shop. He ended up buying a new tire because there was a nail in the tire. Just our luck (thank goodness) that we didn't have a blowout on the drive in to the hospital on Monday night!

Baby girl was awake the entire ride home and didn't cry a bit. 

Monday we had our first pediatrician appointment. Baby A  is on track currently for the number of diapers and feedings each day. She weighed in at 7 lb 7 oz, so she is still a little below birth weight. We go back tomorrow for a weight check. (In the meantime, she is getting longer feedings. Momma doesn't want to feed formula!) She is still 21" long (even though her conehead has decreased - I can't tell that she used to have an elogated head, but I look at her everyday...) 
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