So, I found this posting on Craigslist for a treadmill, an ellipsoid and an ab machine all for $100, and thought sweet. I asked if he'd sell separately, he said yes but really wanted to get rid of them all. We offered the guy $70, he accepted. Sweet. So we go borrow a truck and head over. (He said we could come at noon or after 5. He texted me again asking if I could come at noon... He sent this text at 12:40... wha?)
We get there, and the guy is standing at the door, watching. He also asks right away if we have the money. (If you can tell, by now, my sketchball meter is starting to climb just a little.) Anyway, he takes us to where the machines are - outside. And yes, it's been raining here. He goes away for a second, and I hop on them to see how they work. Two are good, but the treadmill has no resistance, so if the battery doesn't come on, it's a waste. Anyway, we just load them all up... or should I say, Jeff and the guy's old mexican plumber struggle to dredge them through the mud for like 30 minutes. They are just squeezing in the ab machine, when some guy walks up and says "What's going on here?" or "Is there a problem here?" something like that. I just assumed he's making convo, but then, no, we find out these machines are all HIS. Not the guy who's trying to sell them to us. (I'm not exaggerating, it took at least a half hour just to hoist the beasts onto the truck.) The two guys start fighting, and then go off in Spanish... and Jeff and I are just standing there, whistling Dixie while we wait for them. Finally Jeff tells them he knows what they're saying and asks them to hurry up and make a decision. It seems to me, like, 3 times they come to a decision, then it just keeps going back and forth, like we aren't even standing there. Finally I said, sorry we will not be giving them 100 bucks, they can take a machine off if they want, but there's no chance for more money, so hop to. After MORE discussion about which machine he wants, we finally get it settled and he picks the heaviest one to be unloaded. I told him he'd have to get it off, and they just rip it off of there and throw it around. (The machine that he kept insisting was worth $3000, by the way. Well, not anymore, buddy.)
The best part about all of this, is that after that ridiculous and illegal interchange, after Jeff breaking his back to get it all, after spending hours cleaning and rearranging a spot for these machines in our spare room... they wouldn't fit through our small 1960 hall and doorways. So, I've got an ellipsoid that now sits in my living room, but by george, I have it and I'm using it!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Alisa
So, here goes. If you're going to brave the whole post, get a snack and settle in-I'm sure it will be a long one.
As you probably know, we were expecting to welcome our second little girl into the world early. Not only was Amelie very early, but I was dilating early as well. Jeff and I were on the ready all the time, always waiting for water to break or contractions to come. I actually started having lots of false labor after that first appointment where she told me I was at 3.5. This lasted for over 2 weeks! I even rushed home from work one day because of it, but alas... nada. Well, I went in for my regular check up on Wed., Feb 3rd at 10:30 am (with my bags in the car, as instructed.) I was at a 4+, about 80%. She then stripped my membranes... but nothing happened. Through the appointment, though, we talked about how things had been going for me, and how far I lived from the hospital. Dr. Brown just kept saying "We don't want any babies being born in cars" and with that, she called down to L&D and got me in for just about 30 minutes from then. We went and got a little lunch at Jeff's mom's and gave Amie lots of kisses before heading back to the hospital. I also got a blessing, as I was apprehensive about having a long, difficult labor since I was being induced at 38.5 weeks. (You'll see those fears were quite unfounded.)
We made it back to the hospital around 1, but between registration and other patients, I wasn't changed and settled in until about 1:30. (And I pre-registered, too! I'd hate to be in labor and check in without having done that.) My sister Mallory arrived about then, too. Dr. Brown had told me that when I got settled in, she wanted me to get the epidural right away or else I probably wouldn't have time if I got the Pitocin first. So, we waited for the anesthesiologist, and I was meanwhile not even feeling contractions or anything. He was in a C-section, and I guess they have to stay the entire time. So we waited and waited and waited and a little after 3, Dr. Brown came in and said to go ahead and start Pitocin since I'd already been there for 2 hours and wasn't even laboring. So, they induced me and she broke my water. I'm serious, the contractions came on almost immediately, and I was NOT happy. Natural childbirth was never a goal of mine! Luckily, the anesthesiologist came in right after that, and I finally got an epidural at 3:30. I don't know why, but this time it was much stronger, and I could not even move my legs - at all!
Things moved pretty quickly after that, though the whole time, things were very calm. It took me under an hour to dilate to 6, then an hour to get from 6 to 9+. Up until then, Alisa's heart rate and everything looked good. Once we got to 9+, and like, 95% effaced, it just wouldn't go that last tiny bit, and Alisa's heart rate started dropping really low during contractions. Dr. Brown came down and upon checking, realized she was facing straight up and probably couldn't move down the canal. She reached her hand up there and turned her to the side, and literally within seconds I was 10/100% and pushing. About 3 or 4 contractions and maybe 8 minutes later, Alisa was born! That was at 5:20. I didn't think I could beat Amelie's quick and easy labor, but we sure did - not even 2 hours. She was 7 pounds 10 ounces and 20 inches long. She has resemblances to Amie, but seems to look like me, actually! She's definitely a louder crier than Amie was, but doesn't cry much. We've been blessed with great babies. So far. :)
Afterward, I didn't even feel like I'd just given birth. For about a day, I felt great! Then the next few days, it got much, much worse before I started feeling better. Still, this recovery has been much kinder to me overall. Two weeks later, I'm already feeling human and going out sometimes. I'm thinking I'll be able to pick up short shifts at work starting the first of March. (Which would be nice, because I've been working up some serious cabin fever!)
Anyway, we're both home and doing great. She's a lovely (sleepy) addition to our family. Amelie loves her, but sometimes loves a little too hard. :) She plays with her baby dolls even more now, wrapping them up in blankets and rocking them. It is quite adorable. Jeff was blessed enough to get 2 weeks off, paid, and that has been the biggest blessing to me! He's going crazy at home, but for me, it has made this time bearable and fun. I'm not completely exhausted 24/7 like I would otherwise be. He goes back to work tomorrow, and for his sake I'm glad, but I will sure miss him being here at 2am. (I may be singing a more tired tune by next week!)
Thank you to everyone who helped with watching Amelie, bringing food and gifts. We love you all!
Waiting...
Still waiting.
Bam, there she was!
Look at her poor black feet.
Sisters meet.
"I'm not sure about this..."
She has a scrunchy face.
It's starting to hit me.
Proud daddy!
Going home outfit.
Oh my cuteness!
Little angel, finally home.
As you probably know, we were expecting to welcome our second little girl into the world early. Not only was Amelie very early, but I was dilating early as well. Jeff and I were on the ready all the time, always waiting for water to break or contractions to come. I actually started having lots of false labor after that first appointment where she told me I was at 3.5. This lasted for over 2 weeks! I even rushed home from work one day because of it, but alas... nada. Well, I went in for my regular check up on Wed., Feb 3rd at 10:30 am (with my bags in the car, as instructed.) I was at a 4+, about 80%. She then stripped my membranes... but nothing happened. Through the appointment, though, we talked about how things had been going for me, and how far I lived from the hospital. Dr. Brown just kept saying "We don't want any babies being born in cars" and with that, she called down to L&D and got me in for just about 30 minutes from then. We went and got a little lunch at Jeff's mom's and gave Amie lots of kisses before heading back to the hospital. I also got a blessing, as I was apprehensive about having a long, difficult labor since I was being induced at 38.5 weeks. (You'll see those fears were quite unfounded.)
We made it back to the hospital around 1, but between registration and other patients, I wasn't changed and settled in until about 1:30. (And I pre-registered, too! I'd hate to be in labor and check in without having done that.) My sister Mallory arrived about then, too. Dr. Brown had told me that when I got settled in, she wanted me to get the epidural right away or else I probably wouldn't have time if I got the Pitocin first. So, we waited for the anesthesiologist, and I was meanwhile not even feeling contractions or anything. He was in a C-section, and I guess they have to stay the entire time. So we waited and waited and waited and a little after 3, Dr. Brown came in and said to go ahead and start Pitocin since I'd already been there for 2 hours and wasn't even laboring. So, they induced me and she broke my water. I'm serious, the contractions came on almost immediately, and I was NOT happy. Natural childbirth was never a goal of mine! Luckily, the anesthesiologist came in right after that, and I finally got an epidural at 3:30. I don't know why, but this time it was much stronger, and I could not even move my legs - at all!
Things moved pretty quickly after that, though the whole time, things were very calm. It took me under an hour to dilate to 6, then an hour to get from 6 to 9+. Up until then, Alisa's heart rate and everything looked good. Once we got to 9+, and like, 95% effaced, it just wouldn't go that last tiny bit, and Alisa's heart rate started dropping really low during contractions. Dr. Brown came down and upon checking, realized she was facing straight up and probably couldn't move down the canal. She reached her hand up there and turned her to the side, and literally within seconds I was 10/100% and pushing. About 3 or 4 contractions and maybe 8 minutes later, Alisa was born! That was at 5:20. I didn't think I could beat Amelie's quick and easy labor, but we sure did - not even 2 hours. She was 7 pounds 10 ounces and 20 inches long. She has resemblances to Amie, but seems to look like me, actually! She's definitely a louder crier than Amie was, but doesn't cry much. We've been blessed with great babies. So far. :)
Afterward, I didn't even feel like I'd just given birth. For about a day, I felt great! Then the next few days, it got much, much worse before I started feeling better. Still, this recovery has been much kinder to me overall. Two weeks later, I'm already feeling human and going out sometimes. I'm thinking I'll be able to pick up short shifts at work starting the first of March. (Which would be nice, because I've been working up some serious cabin fever!)
Anyway, we're both home and doing great. She's a lovely (sleepy) addition to our family. Amelie loves her, but sometimes loves a little too hard. :) She plays with her baby dolls even more now, wrapping them up in blankets and rocking them. It is quite adorable. Jeff was blessed enough to get 2 weeks off, paid, and that has been the biggest blessing to me! He's going crazy at home, but for me, it has made this time bearable and fun. I'm not completely exhausted 24/7 like I would otherwise be. He goes back to work tomorrow, and for his sake I'm glad, but I will sure miss him being here at 2am. (I may be singing a more tired tune by next week!)
Thank you to everyone who helped with watching Amelie, bringing food and gifts. We love you all!
Waiting...
Still waiting.
Bam, there she was!
Look at her poor black feet.
Sisters meet.
"I'm not sure about this..."
She has a scrunchy face.
It's starting to hit me.
Proud daddy!
Going home outfit.
Oh my cuteness!
Little angel, finally home.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Our night with Kyle Korver
I know, I know-I just had a baby and I'm posting about basketball stars before her? I knew if I didn't do it before baby stuff, it would never happen.
For those of you not from Utah, Kyle Korver is one of the Utah Jazz. For those of you who don't watch Jazz basketball, they had been advertising this contest for a long long time-win a night with Kyle Korver. Jeff, offhandedly, sent in a text to enter the contest. Just once. And forgot about it. But of course, he won. That's his luck and everyone else's. We were pretty psyched-we aren't necessarily the world's biggest KK fans, but it'd be cool to meet him, plus it included a limo ride and swanky dinner at Devereaux Mansion. We went at the allotted time (with 24 other couples,) and the limo had taken over the first batch of people-a little more than a third of us. We actually expected lots of girls, but the vast majority were couples or 2 dudes together. We waited our turn and then the driver returned (after circling a few times-he couldn't get the super stretch in the parking lot.) We were about the cutoff to make the next group if he took the same number of people, and there were 4 couples behind us. The driver actually insisted that all of us get in this second trip. It was quite packed, and being 38.5 weeks pregnant, I didn't want to shimmy all the way in, so we asked to be last. This was a huge mistake-by the time everyone else got in, they were already grossly over-full and quite illegally packing the car. I wish I had just been firm about not wanting to get in. Jeff (and 4 other people) sat on the seat by the door and I got on his lap. Ever sat on someone's lap as a full grown adult? Not comfy. Ever done it with a full grown baby in your belly? Not possible. But I did it. I was basically sitting on the door, which was open enough for me to stick all my fingers out of, by the way.
But that was the worst, and once we were there, everything else was great. They had excellent hors d'oeuvres and drinks with a chamber orchestra, then a personal photo with Kyle. He gave me a rose and Jeff an autographed ball. Then we went down to our assigned tables and were with two other couples-an older father-daughter and a grandma-granddaughter. (I felt so bad for the granddaughter. Grandma kept telling the story over and over about how she missed a basketball game and had to run laps the next day for Kyle. She looked pretty embarassed.) Even after hors d'oeuvres, we really put it away. We had an excellent leek chowder type soup, rolls, salad, more rolls, then I had chicken wellington, Jeff filet mignon, with vegs, then they brought us apple pie with ice cream. I couldn't eat it-that's how you know I was super-pregnant. Throughout dinner, Kyle came and sat at each table just to talk for about 15 minutes. Jeff and I both agreed on 2 things-first, he's actually more attractive in person. And second, he's incredibly personable and nice. It was comfortable and entertaining to chat with him. He told us some stories about his family (like knocking out his brother's tooth in a friendly family basketball game and how all his family for like 3 generations or something all have K names) and made us like him, in a totally non-publicity kind of way.
We got instructions on how to access the photos they took, and a limo ride back to our car, and that was it. It was pretty fun and a good way to spend my last night baby-less (unbeknownst to me, that is.)
PS. I was gonna post a picture but, I hate them all so I didn't.
For those of you not from Utah, Kyle Korver is one of the Utah Jazz. For those of you who don't watch Jazz basketball, they had been advertising this contest for a long long time-win a night with Kyle Korver. Jeff, offhandedly, sent in a text to enter the contest. Just once. And forgot about it. But of course, he won. That's his luck and everyone else's. We were pretty psyched-we aren't necessarily the world's biggest KK fans, but it'd be cool to meet him, plus it included a limo ride and swanky dinner at Devereaux Mansion. We went at the allotted time (with 24 other couples,) and the limo had taken over the first batch of people-a little more than a third of us. We actually expected lots of girls, but the vast majority were couples or 2 dudes together. We waited our turn and then the driver returned (after circling a few times-he couldn't get the super stretch in the parking lot.) We were about the cutoff to make the next group if he took the same number of people, and there were 4 couples behind us. The driver actually insisted that all of us get in this second trip. It was quite packed, and being 38.5 weeks pregnant, I didn't want to shimmy all the way in, so we asked to be last. This was a huge mistake-by the time everyone else got in, they were already grossly over-full and quite illegally packing the car. I wish I had just been firm about not wanting to get in. Jeff (and 4 other people) sat on the seat by the door and I got on his lap. Ever sat on someone's lap as a full grown adult? Not comfy. Ever done it with a full grown baby in your belly? Not possible. But I did it. I was basically sitting on the door, which was open enough for me to stick all my fingers out of, by the way.
But that was the worst, and once we were there, everything else was great. They had excellent hors d'oeuvres and drinks with a chamber orchestra, then a personal photo with Kyle. He gave me a rose and Jeff an autographed ball. Then we went down to our assigned tables and were with two other couples-an older father-daughter and a grandma-granddaughter. (I felt so bad for the granddaughter. Grandma kept telling the story over and over about how she missed a basketball game and had to run laps the next day for Kyle. She looked pretty embarassed.) Even after hors d'oeuvres, we really put it away. We had an excellent leek chowder type soup, rolls, salad, more rolls, then I had chicken wellington, Jeff filet mignon, with vegs, then they brought us apple pie with ice cream. I couldn't eat it-that's how you know I was super-pregnant. Throughout dinner, Kyle came and sat at each table just to talk for about 15 minutes. Jeff and I both agreed on 2 things-first, he's actually more attractive in person. And second, he's incredibly personable and nice. It was comfortable and entertaining to chat with him. He told us some stories about his family (like knocking out his brother's tooth in a friendly family basketball game and how all his family for like 3 generations or something all have K names) and made us like him, in a totally non-publicity kind of way.
We got instructions on how to access the photos they took, and a limo ride back to our car, and that was it. It was pretty fun and a good way to spend my last night baby-less (unbeknownst to me, that is.)
PS. I was gonna post a picture but, I hate them all so I didn't.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Mini Update
Well, another doctor appointment, another week without a baby! Today I went in, very curious to see how it was going after my last appointment. She reviewed "3+ cm, about 75% effaced, but still high up." And this week, she said "I can stretch you to a 4... about 70-80%" Not as encouraging as I'd hoped, but not too bad. She also said "I can still bounce the baby up, so she's not engaged yet." (I'd like to know, are those key words "stretch" and "bounce" the reason that exam was so painful?) Again she told me she's on call tonight and Sunday, if we could work that out. She did also tell me that if I make it to next week's appointment I need to bring my bag with me, she won't send me home if I'm at a 5. It's comments like that that get me all worked up to wait! I'd rather be prepared, though. No roadside deliveries for me, please.
Well, that's it. Another day. Maybe I'll get a shift in at work after all!
Well, that's it. Another day. Maybe I'll get a shift in at work after all!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Using the little grey cells
You may or may not know that I started working at the University Hospital in the past few weeks. I know, I'm crazy, right? (I'm actually pretty tired of hearing about that, so leave those comments on someone else's blog.)
We saw the job posting back in November, and though I was very hesitant, I applied. The position was a PRN Recreation Therapist for the Psych ward at the U Hospital. Many pros and cons, jsut from that information. First, the pros-this would use my degree and certification (which we've paid lots for) and keep my licensure up to date (not to mention my mad therapizing skills...) Also, it was PRN, meaning I would only fill in as needed for the full time RT's. That was ideal for me, I am NOT looking for a full time, or even part time job. Not anytime soon. It would, get me out of the house more, that's a plus. As for cons-well, I wasn't looking for any job at all, to be honest! I like being home with my daughter, and we get by on our income just fine. Also, I NEVER EVER thought I'd enjoy work in an acute psychiatric unit. It's just what you think-people coming in off attempting suicide, schizophrenics and manics out of control, and much much more, in a lock down setting. However, I have a whole different perspective from this place-some people do it right, and some people do it for the paycheck. I love the unit! So anyway, I became more and more comfortable with it throughout my interviews, and got offered the job. I immediately accepted and started training Jan 11th. I spent my time training on the unit until I felt comfortable, and now I am just waiting. :) I'm hoping to get at least one shift in before I have the baby and can't work forever, but no one's been sick yet. They've been really great, though, and just told me to call them when I'm ready to come back! Other than dealing with all the vaccinations and things I'm supposed to get, it's been great! I'm thoroughly enjoying it, and think I'll end up staying there a long time. (It's the best that I don't ever have to work, my schedule's pretty much up to me.)
PS-keep reading, I did another post right before this!
We saw the job posting back in November, and though I was very hesitant, I applied. The position was a PRN Recreation Therapist for the Psych ward at the U Hospital. Many pros and cons, jsut from that information. First, the pros-this would use my degree and certification (which we've paid lots for) and keep my licensure up to date (not to mention my mad therapizing skills...) Also, it was PRN, meaning I would only fill in as needed for the full time RT's. That was ideal for me, I am NOT looking for a full time, or even part time job. Not anytime soon. It would, get me out of the house more, that's a plus. As for cons-well, I wasn't looking for any job at all, to be honest! I like being home with my daughter, and we get by on our income just fine. Also, I NEVER EVER thought I'd enjoy work in an acute psychiatric unit. It's just what you think-people coming in off attempting suicide, schizophrenics and manics out of control, and much much more, in a lock down setting. However, I have a whole different perspective from this place-some people do it right, and some people do it for the paycheck. I love the unit! So anyway, I became more and more comfortable with it throughout my interviews, and got offered the job. I immediately accepted and started training Jan 11th. I spent my time training on the unit until I felt comfortable, and now I am just waiting. :) I'm hoping to get at least one shift in before I have the baby and can't work forever, but no one's been sick yet. They've been really great, though, and just told me to call them when I'm ready to come back! Other than dealing with all the vaccinations and things I'm supposed to get, it's been great! I'm thoroughly enjoying it, and think I'll end up staying there a long time. (It's the best that I don't ever have to work, my schedule's pretty much up to me.)
PS-keep reading, I did another post right before this!
Valentine's Day :)
Seeing as Alisa is due on February 15th, we thought we might not get much of a Valentine's Day and decided to do ours early.
I got tickets to see Carmen (the opera) on Jan. 18th for Christmas, so we decided to make that the night. We made reservations at a nice restaurant downtown that we'd been wanting to try, Christopher's, and it was only about 2 blocks from the theater. We had a DElicious meal that stuffed us to the brim (seriously, it hurt to breathe-not like there was much room in my torso to begin with.) We also got the prime table at the fireplace cause my dad made friends with the manager, which was awesome cause it was quite a windy, cold night.
It wasn't very busy that night, so we finished pretty quickly, but decided to just go over early rather than try to find parking again. It was Jeff's first opera, and my first time seeing Carmen-I'd been wanting to forever, as it's one of the most famous and I've sung quite a few pieces from it. We thoroughly enjoyed it! Props to Jeff-it's hard not to fall asleep during an opera, and this one was 3 hours long. Even after that huge meal, we both made it no prob. Although, I can't remember being so uncomfortable after that long in those chairs. As for the show, they were very talented and I was happy with it, though I did feel they should have danced more, or at least Carmen.
We had decided to give gifts on the actual Valentine's day, but once Jeff has a gift in his possession, he can't keep it in, so we've done that, too. Jeff got me a cute little stuffed puppy that was holding a rolled up fleece blanket (I don't know if you understand my love affair with blankets) and a gift card to Old Navy (I told him I just really wanted to go shopping.) It was just perfect! I got Jeff a box of Mrs. Cavanaugh's chocolates that I hand-picked, but only filled halfway. Then, I put a few other little things in the box I thought he wanted. We also got Amie a little box of chocolates, but she'll have to wait for Vday to get it (or at least until she's not so sick.)
Which brings me to a semi-unrelated point. We have all pretty much been miserable in my house. I'm huge and uncomfortable and have strep throat. Jeff had a day of scratchy throat, and that's about all he ever gets. Amelie, however, has officially been sick for almost 2 months now. Some things help, but she's never completely well. We're currently trying a run of antibiotics for strep throat, but she's developed a consistent cough and her nose never stops running. She's been sleeping a ton, and not eating or drinking much at all. It's kinda scary. The sad thing is that we took her off of a bottle about a week or two ago (cause our pediatrician kinda reprimanded us and said to do it before the next baby comes.) That isn't helping with hydration, but now that she's off, I don't want to start them again! If she stays this bad, I may try it just to get some milk in her. I've been trying every trick I can think of to get her to drink. We're thinking that if she's not improved after this run of antibiotics, we may have to ask for check on bronchitis or swine flu. Her fussiness and sleep schedule is enough to make us all crazy!
Really, I'm just hoping this all clears up before we bring Alisa home to it!
I got tickets to see Carmen (the opera) on Jan. 18th for Christmas, so we decided to make that the night. We made reservations at a nice restaurant downtown that we'd been wanting to try, Christopher's, and it was only about 2 blocks from the theater. We had a DElicious meal that stuffed us to the brim (seriously, it hurt to breathe-not like there was much room in my torso to begin with.) We also got the prime table at the fireplace cause my dad made friends with the manager, which was awesome cause it was quite a windy, cold night.
It wasn't very busy that night, so we finished pretty quickly, but decided to just go over early rather than try to find parking again. It was Jeff's first opera, and my first time seeing Carmen-I'd been wanting to forever, as it's one of the most famous and I've sung quite a few pieces from it. We thoroughly enjoyed it! Props to Jeff-it's hard not to fall asleep during an opera, and this one was 3 hours long. Even after that huge meal, we both made it no prob. Although, I can't remember being so uncomfortable after that long in those chairs. As for the show, they were very talented and I was happy with it, though I did feel they should have danced more, or at least Carmen.
We had decided to give gifts on the actual Valentine's day, but once Jeff has a gift in his possession, he can't keep it in, so we've done that, too. Jeff got me a cute little stuffed puppy that was holding a rolled up fleece blanket (I don't know if you understand my love affair with blankets) and a gift card to Old Navy (I told him I just really wanted to go shopping.) It was just perfect! I got Jeff a box of Mrs. Cavanaugh's chocolates that I hand-picked, but only filled halfway. Then, I put a few other little things in the box I thought he wanted. We also got Amie a little box of chocolates, but she'll have to wait for Vday to get it (or at least until she's not so sick.)
Which brings me to a semi-unrelated point. We have all pretty much been miserable in my house. I'm huge and uncomfortable and have strep throat. Jeff had a day of scratchy throat, and that's about all he ever gets. Amelie, however, has officially been sick for almost 2 months now. Some things help, but she's never completely well. We're currently trying a run of antibiotics for strep throat, but she's developed a consistent cough and her nose never stops running. She's been sleeping a ton, and not eating or drinking much at all. It's kinda scary. The sad thing is that we took her off of a bottle about a week or two ago (cause our pediatrician kinda reprimanded us and said to do it before the next baby comes.) That isn't helping with hydration, but now that she's off, I don't want to start them again! If she stays this bad, I may try it just to get some milk in her. I've been trying every trick I can think of to get her to drink. We're thinking that if she's not improved after this run of antibiotics, we may have to ask for check on bronchitis or swine flu. Her fussiness and sleep schedule is enough to make us all crazy!
Really, I'm just hoping this all clears up before we bring Alisa home to it!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Any day now... Knock on wood
So, at my 36 week doctor appointment (this past Tuesday,) my doctor told me that I was already 3.5 cm dilated. Woo! Jeff and I had placed bets (wagerless) on how dilated I'd be, cause I'd been having Braxton Hicks contractions for awhile. (I said 2.5, Jeff said 3.) So we were not surprised, but a little surprised it was that much. She said I was effacing, too, though not how much, and that little Alisa was in perfect head-down position. Knowing Amelie came early, and how far dilated I already was, she told me to come in quick if I started labor-not to worry about getting down to exactly 4 min between contractions, or anything like that. I'm afraid this got Jeff and I a little too excited-now waiting's been very difficult! She said she gave us a week and a half. (So, that'd be, what, by next Thur. or so?) We even discussed all the days she was on call, since she wasn't the one when Amie was born. Ha.
We ended up setting an elective inducement date because I was already so far into what's technically early labor. I never thought I'd go for inducement if not necessary, but for many reasons, I agreed. With my new job, a paid-for family vacation in March and being physically ready, I need to get back on my feet asap, so Feb. 8th is the day if I make it that far. (I'm guessing I will since we all expect it to be much sooner. :) )
As far as me, I'm sure getting sore and tired. Even though I was "sore" and "tired" throughout, it's majorly compounded now. I am so incredibly uncomfortable all the time-I never sleep through a night, or even close. I'm much, much bigger this time around. Here's a little proof.
This is a picture of me just a week before I delivered Amelie (about 36wks):
And here's one only THE DAY before I deliver Alisa (ok, I can dream right?) This is 36.5 wks:
If the difference in belly size doesn't shock you, you can at least appreciate the major difference in my face... The first? Great pregnant glow! This time around? FATIGUE... and a little more weight. :(
But, now I have to hurry and end this post, so I stop obsessing over going into labor! Fingers crossed, everybody!
We ended up setting an elective inducement date because I was already so far into what's technically early labor. I never thought I'd go for inducement if not necessary, but for many reasons, I agreed. With my new job, a paid-for family vacation in March and being physically ready, I need to get back on my feet asap, so Feb. 8th is the day if I make it that far. (I'm guessing I will since we all expect it to be much sooner. :) )
As far as me, I'm sure getting sore and tired. Even though I was "sore" and "tired" throughout, it's majorly compounded now. I am so incredibly uncomfortable all the time-I never sleep through a night, or even close. I'm much, much bigger this time around. Here's a little proof.
This is a picture of me just a week before I delivered Amelie (about 36wks):
And here's one only THE DAY before I deliver Alisa (ok, I can dream right?) This is 36.5 wks:
If the difference in belly size doesn't shock you, you can at least appreciate the major difference in my face... The first? Great pregnant glow! This time around? FATIGUE... and a little more weight. :(
But, now I have to hurry and end this post, so I stop obsessing over going into labor! Fingers crossed, everybody!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Videos
Someday this really will work correctly. That someday would come sooner if it didn't take (literally) an hour to upload a video.
(So, after I uploaded this video-all morning-Jeff closed the browser window before I published! Lucky for that auto-save feature...)
And this one's my favorite-Amelie really dancing.
(So, after I uploaded this video-all morning-Jeff closed the browser window before I published! Lucky for that auto-save feature...)
And this one's my favorite-Amelie really dancing.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Our Happy Holidays 09
Just a little bit of our Holiday festivities. Like always, we spent a lot of time running around from house to house, eating too much and were exhausted the entire time!
Our best attempt to get the whole family in our Christmas Sunday best.
Sneaky little girl in the nursery closet.
Seeing the lights at Temple Square. Doesn't everyone just look cold?
A few shots of Christmas Eve with the extended family in Ogden.
Christmas Day-in 3 different locations. It was nice to get a little more out of Amie this year.
Come on-look at that and tell me she's not the spitting image!
On New Year's Eve, Amie and I slept over at my mom's (while Jeff was on duty.) The two of us barely made it to midnight-we were zombies!
A little cousin love. So cute!
Finally, here's a little video of Amelie enjoying 2 of her favorite Christmas presents.
Hope yours were wonderful!
Our best attempt to get the whole family in our Christmas Sunday best.
Sneaky little girl in the nursery closet.
Seeing the lights at Temple Square. Doesn't everyone just look cold?
A few shots of Christmas Eve with the extended family in Ogden.
Christmas Day-in 3 different locations. It was nice to get a little more out of Amie this year.
Come on-look at that and tell me she's not the spitting image!
On New Year's Eve, Amie and I slept over at my mom's (while Jeff was on duty.) The two of us barely made it to midnight-we were zombies!
A little cousin love. So cute!
Finally, here's a little video of Amelie enjoying 2 of her favorite Christmas presents.
Hope yours were wonderful!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Ready for the cutest things you'll ever see?
These are 3 of the cutest pictures I've ever seen in my lifetime. (Nevermind that they all happen to be of MY daughter.)
...and NOT part of the "cutest" motif, but recent. Here's my 31 weeks photo, though I'm now at 32 weeks, unbelievable! Number 2 certainly goes by faster than number 1!! I was thinking that I am much bigger this time around, but upon examination of past pictures, it looks like I am just barely past where I was through my first pregnancy, and that is heartening! (Can you say 'that's heartening?' It's the opposite of DISheartening, whatever that is.) Though, I am already lengthening a stretch mark or two-Boo. Things continue to go well - I am in 2 week visits now, and all my diabetes and other tests have been normal. Alisa is seriously the wiggliest thing ever! She keeps me awake, or moves my whole body with her kicks and rolls. Looks like her and Amie will both be dancing queens. I can't wait!
Meanwhile... 5 days 'til Christmas!!!!
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