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Thanks to the king of country..

Baby Aiden is now almost 4 weeks old! I cannot believe how fast the time flys and how quickly my little guy is growing! So far the first few weeks have gone really well, especially thanks to having my aunt here for 2 weeks to help us adjust to life as parents.

Aiden’s first week was great; he’s a good sleeper and would only wake up during the night to feed which was pretty easy but the lack of sleep for me was pretty exhausting. I felt like a zombie for the first 4 days of his life and thought I would never get enough sleep to be sane again. lol I suppose it didn’t help much that we slept with the lamp on for the whole first week since we were so paranoid at every little sound he made during the night. ๐Ÿ˜› The lamp habit went away quickly because we realized that we needed sleep just as much as he did and in order to be good functioning parents sleep was definitely key. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Aiden’s second week was also good, especially since we had an extra helping hand with my aunt being here. Her experience helped us immensely. We literally were in awe sometimes in how she knew exactly what he needed or wanted when he cried. *amazing* ๐Ÿ™‚ We definitely learned so much during her time here and are very grateful that she was able to help us out so much. This week Mr. Aiden started to get too smart…or too lazy…one of the two. Not sure if I mentioned it before but right after he was born, I was able to breastfeed him and he was seriously a pro at it. He latched on well and made the whole process so easy. (I felt I could so do this thing without a problem! YAY!) However, come week 2, my little guy decides that since he’s figured out where most of the milk comes from, he decides he’ll just latch on partially and still reap the benefits of a full mouthfull of milk…. :-/ Talk about two painful days of agony after each feeding. His laziness/lack of effort made it intensely painful and an intervention was needed!! Thankfully, my aunt was able to give me tips and pointers on getting him to latch on and stay latched on properly. ๐Ÿ˜€ Now both Aiden and mommy are happy once again!

In Aiden’s third week, he’s not only changed so much looks wise, but his personality has started to show more and it’s the cutest thing ever. He’s been lifting his head up more and rotating it to look a certain direction and will follow my voice when I talk to him. *smile* He also now swings in his swing contently, before he hated just sitting in it, we couldn’t even turn the knob on the lowest setting to swing him. He also smiles when I give him kisses on his cheek-it’s soooo sweet! ย โค

This week we also had our first rough night of sleep..after 3 weeks it was inevitable, but we managed through it thanks to a certain someone. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Up until this rough night, Aiden’s sleep pattern was pretty regular, he would feed on one side, diaper change, feed on the other side, fall back asleep. We would do this at every feeding, which occured every 2-3 and sometimes 3-4 hours throughout the night. Each time he’d fall right back to sleep and all was great. He especially loves the lullaby music that the pack-N-play has and that always seals the deal when he’s half awake and half asleep. (Love love love you pack-N-play music!!)

Well this particular night we had a Mr. Cranky Pants on our hands….after going to bed at his usual 8:30 bedtime, little Mr. kept waking up every 2 hours, sometimes even every 1.5 hours….All I kept thinking was: good bye little bit of sleep…hello almost all-nighter? ย :-/

Roughly at 11:45 PM, after a quick feeding, diaper change, another feeding…someone was WIDE AWAKE instead of happily asleep. He had never done this before, so I figured just a quick rocking to sleep would do the trick and though he was clearly tired…he stayed completely AWAKE.

“*Yawn*..This sleep thing is overrated, let’s party Mom!”

Then after more rocking and swaying, I decided to put on some lullaby music from my phone, it had to do the trick since he loves it in his pack-N-play..but after another 20 minutes this is what I saw:

“Lullaby music? Really?ย 

Still AWAKE, just making cute faces. ๐Ÿ˜› However, at midnight the cute faces, as adorable as they were, couldn’t soothe my deep longing for a few hours of much needed sleep and the lullaby music wasn’t helping because I was the one starting to doze off instead. To keep me fully awake, I decided to change the station to the King of Country music. At least if he wasn’t sleeping, we’d be listening to some good music right?!

Not long afterwards this happened…

“Ohhh,ย I like this

And sure enough the smiles continued but they became more and more sleepy at the same time..

“That’s a good song too…now if only I can stay awake til the end of it”

and finally, with an additional help from another great country artist..

My sweet honey bee fell asleep!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Notice the time it took?…after a grueling 40 mins of different tricks to getting him to fall asleep, all it took was 10 minutes of good country music.

So much for sleep tactics from a highlgy research based book, sometimes you just gotta roll with it and it’s sure to leave this little mama *with a smile*! ๐Ÿ˜‰

xoxo, Alicia

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Birth story part 2

…continued from previous post….

There I was slowly progressing yet still not progressing fast enough. The emotions in the room were so intense, I had two doctors, one midwife and my nurse all in the room checking the monitors throughout every single contraction. Everyone was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop…

My husband was right by my side the whole time holding my hand telling me that everything would work out that I had done great so far and that hopefully soon we would meet our sweet little boy.

Though he was so sweet and endearing throughout all of this, all that I really focused on was the faces of each of the doctors and midwife who were monitoring us. I could see it plain as day, there was clearly not denying it…The doctor finally looked over to me and said that something wasn’t right and he did not like the look of the way things were going. I was finally about a 6-7 cm but Baby A’s head was still too high which he said could mean issues with the cord…

It was already almost 10PM… it had been 15 hours since my water had broken and though I made some progress the doctor did not like the way baby’s heart rate kept dropping so with that he finally made a decision…I was going to have to have a C-section.

Nurses filled my room and began prepping me for the operating room. I remember signing paper work and thinking “this can’t be happening” but it clearly was. As much as I wanted to cry about the situation, I had to remind myself that all that mattered was the safety of my sweet baby. During this time, my husband reminded me that Baby A would indeed been born on March 1, like I had always imagined.

After being prepped to go, I was rolled into a bright room where I was hit with an overwhelming rush of emotions….I think I started to have a small anxiety attack because I was feeling so many different things all at once and I wasn’t sure I could handle it all. Not only did I feel nauseous, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, like I had a ton of bricks on my chest. (I distinctly remember telling the anesthesiologist this and he said that that feeling was normal and would go away shortly.) I must note that the anestheisologist was wonderful, he was so kind and kept me very informed throughout the whole process. Thankfully after being prepped, my husband was able to come into the room and though I felt a little less fearful, I was still in complete disbelief about everything.ย I seriously never imagined this scenerio and still could not believe that this was really happening to me. I was really going to have a C-section.

I remember hearing different people talk and just felt completely awake yet completely muddled with reality all at the same time.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the doctor tell my husband “Do you want to see your baby being born?” and without hesitation he stood up and looked over the curtain. That’s when I felt a lot of pressure and heard everyone scurrying about.ย Upon pulling out the baby from my tummy, the doctor confirmed what he had initially suspected was the reason for the baby’s issue with the pitocin….the cord was ย in fact wrapped around his neck.

(My hubsand was very skeptical when the doctor had previously mentioned the possible issue with the cord while just reviewing my contractions but was in complete amazement when he found out that the doctor really knew what was wrong and acted completely accordingly. We are both so thankful for the doctor’s great wisdom and feel completelyย blessedย that everything turned out alright.)

I couldn’t believe it. He was here! ๐Ÿ™‚ My sweet little blessing had been born, though not how I ever expected, he was here and everything was ok. Then I heard him cry and it really hit me!…I was a mommy!

My husband then came over to me with the nurses who held my sweet baby and let me hold him skin to skin on my chest.ย He was beautiful! I looked at him and could not believe my eyes…I immediately saw my grandmother. It must have been the light raditating off of him and the glow that surround his body that made me immediatly think of her and all I could do was smile because he was perfect.

Baby Aiden not only has his great-grandmother in heaven above watching over him, but also my beautiful cousin Natalie with whom he now shares a birthday with. โคย I always told myself that Natalie (who I admired like a sister) would be my “spirtual doula” and help me throughout my labor spirtually. I truly felt that she was there with me throughout it all. It’s even more special that Aiden was born on her birthday. Two beautiful people born on the 1st of March. โค

Though both my husband and I were completely shocked that he was a mere 5 lbs 6 oz, Mr. Aiden, though little bitty, radiated an immense amount of love. He was also completely alert and wide-eyed after being born; it was as though he was taking everything in and it was so sweet to see him so calm, so happy and so completely beautiful. He truly is perfect and we are completely blessed and blissful. โค

Welcome Baby Aiden ๐Ÿ™‚ my life never really began until I held you in my arms. XOXO Mommy

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Birth Story part 1

February 29

I was NOT feeling like myself at all, I was extra tired and I noticed lower abdominal cramping and a pain in my back. I decided to take it easy that day and not walk/workout because I was simply too exhausted to handle it. So after cleaning the kitchen I decided to take a nice warm bath. With that I noticed the back pain subsided but the stomach cramps were still present so I decided to be a complete bum and relax in bed the rest of the afternoon. I read my book and completely relaxed with a slight hope that these pains were an early sign of labor. By this time I was SOOO anxious, especially since I was already past my due date, but wasn’t going to let it get to me because I knew it wouldn’t happen if I kept anticipating it. Needless to say, I was very ready for labor to get here so I could meet my sweet little blessing. However, nothing happened besides the occasional cramping here and there throughout the rest of the evening. I figured if it was anything, it had to be false labor. With no sign of any progress, I went to bed without any anticipation of what would happen the following day….(So much for a leap year baby..lol)

March 1

I slept well throughout the night and woke up that morning feeling the same as every other morning. I got up and began watching the news while snacking on cereal because I had to get ready for my prenatal appointment at 8am. I was super bummed that I was having to attend this appointment after all, but it was alright, I was hoping to get some information from the doctor on my progress. While sitting down on the couch I felt it….a warm trickle of water in my shorts….I immediately told myself “No way!” and sure enough I went to the bathroom and noticed a small amount of fluid there. I told myself again “This can’t be what I think it is….” So with that I continued to watch the news and…..it happened AGAIN!…..at 7:13 am exactly I noticed the small trickle again and couldn’t believe it. I thought to myself “Ok this could really be it! My water is breaking!” So I decided to go upstairs and let my husband know and sure enough while walking up the stairs more and more fluid kept leaking out. ๐Ÿ˜€ I was SOOO EXCITED, yet completely calm all at the same time! ๐Ÿ™‚ I went into the bedroom and told hubby, “I think my water just broke!” He immediately jumped out of bed (more alert than I have ever seen him) and said “Ok! Let’s get things ready to go.” He began gathering our items for the hospital and such while I checked to make sure we had everything we needed. I could tell he was nervous because from upstairs I heard him spill Lexie’s food all over the kitchen floor. ๐Ÿ˜›

At 8 am, instead of heading to my doctor’s appointment we were headed to the hospital. I called my parents to let them know the news and immediately upong answering my little sister said “No baby yet?!” and with an overwhelming joy I told her “Maybe baby..” and she responded with “What?! Really?! Baby!?” It was the cutest thing ever. I proceeded to tell my parents what had happened and how we were on our way to the hospital. They were in complete shock and were absolutely estatic. ๐Ÿ˜€

Upon arriving at the hospital I was checked to make sure my water had broken and the doctor immediately confirmed it and said I was 3 cm dilated! ๐Ÿ™‚ I couldn’t believe it, I was sure that I was barely at a 1 if even. Then with a bit of confusion, my husband asked the doctor “So what does this mean? Are we staying or are we going?” and the doctor responded “Yes sir, ya’ll are definitely staying.” I couldn’t help but smile because in that moment I knew, that it was really happening…I was in LABOR! ๐Ÿ˜€ We waited a little bit for the paper work to be done and we ย were then escorted to our delivery room where I was hooked up to the machines and Baby A and I were monitored.

After being on the monitors for a little while I noticed my contractions started to become more prevalent. I even thought to myself, “this isn’t so bad, maybe I can do this, especially if I’m already dialated 3 cm!” My nurses were absolutely darling, they were so nice and made me feel great throughout the whole process. After feeling stronger contractions in my back, I asked the nurse if I was able to get up and walk around a bit, with the hope of helping me progress faster and to alleviate the back pain I was feeling. Thankfully, she let me get off the machines and walk around. Sadly, as soon as I was up and moving, my contractions didn’t feel as strong, and instead seemed to lessen in strength. After 45 minutes of walking, I was hooked up to the monitors again, only to find out that my contractions had slowed down and spread apart. The doctor also mentioned to me that pitcocin might be considered if I need helped getting my contractions closer together. Though I wasn’t too fond of the idea of using pitocin, I knew I didn’t have much a choice if it really came down it. After being monitored for abour 2 hours and no great change in my contractions, the doctor suggested intervening with a bit of pitocin to get things going. My nurse specially said “thing are going to get real here in a minute.” The nurses also told me that whenever I wanted the epidural, they’d go ahead and set that up for me. At this point, I was still feeling really good. My contractions had increased in pain but weren’t completely unbearable. (Again I thought “Hey! this isn’t that bad!”) But then an hour after the pitocin began things really did “real” and the pain was INTENSE. After several painful contractions and wanting to curse on the top of my lungs, I asked for epidural. I had always known I would most likely ask for it, even though I wanted to see how long I could go without it, so it wasn’t too big of a surprise. The pain was so intense that I had forgotten everything they had taught me in the birthing classes on how to breathe and I could not focus properly throughout them. I loved the fact that my husband kept telling me that he felt I could handle it without the epideral but he understood and supported my decision to get the pain reliever. He was very encouraging and positive and I loved his faith in me. I also knew that I still has a good amount of progression to make and the pain would only intensify so the epideral was much needed.

Though a bit shaky and nervous, the epideral was administered and the pain slowly went away. Things were good! Or so I thought. The nurses kept coming into my room and asking me to switch positions, so I went from one side to my back, to the other side several times. At first I didn’t understand the reason for this, until the doctor came in and said that he was going to take me off the pitocin because the baby wasn’t liking it. I was checked and still hadn’t made ANY progress. :-/ So, the nurses continued to monitor my contractions on their own without the pitocin to see if that would work better. Another 2 hours passed and the doctor checked me again…still NO progress…again my contractions weren’t staying close together like they should. With this, they decided to try the pitocin again to see if this time things could progress better…maybe the second time is a charm?

During all of this, my nurses kept telling me to rest because I would need all the energy I had when it came time to push. Though I tried to sleep some, I just couldn’t because I was so anxious to know if I was progressing at all. I had already been checked twice without making any progess and I needed to know if things were ok and my body was cooperating well with everything.

By the next time I was due to be checked, the doctors and nurses had changed shifts and I had a new doctor who would me monitoring my progres. I was not too happy about this, but I couldn’t help the situation. I felt comfortable with the previous doctor (heck, he had checked me 3 times already!) but by this time I also kept thinking to myself that all that mattered was the safety of Baby A.

Again, while on the pitocin, I was told to switch positions on several occasions and when the new doctor checked me, he said I was still at a 3-4. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Two cycles of pitocin and no progress…and even worse baby A was again not liking the pitocin at all.

By this point, I was tired, hungry, and completely let down by the fact that I wasn’t progressing like I should be. Though no one had said anything yet, I knew that we were running out of time and an alternative birth plan could be in the future. Complete sadness, frustration and dissaspointment had hit me by this point. I kept thinking to myself “my water broke, so my body mustย be ready for labor” yet it wasn’t cooperating like it should and I began to feel like an absolute failure. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Then the on-call midwife came in to check me since she had been on-call with my first doctor and would be a better judge of my progress. After checking me, I could read it by the look on her face….I was barely a 4, maybe a 5, but being that it was already 9 PM, I was still not progressing fast enough. Shortly after, the midwife returned with another doctor who wanted to check my status and monitor my contractions first hand. He saw that with every contraction, baby’s heart rate dipped slightly and once again confirmed that this wasn’t a good sign. He also checked me himself and reaffirmed the fact that even though I had progressed to a 6, I wasn’t progressing fast enough and with each stronger contraction, the baby’s heart rate continued to drop. He said he would give me a few more contractions to see if things changed otherwise another birth plan would be taken….

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welcome…

*Aiden Carter*

Born on March 1, 2012 @10:38 pm weighing 5 lbs 6 oz.

Being a mommy is a FULL time job and I’m totally LOVING it!! More updated posts to come, including Mr. Aiden’s birth story! ๐Ÿ™‚

xoxo-Alicia

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