I have several blogs on Blogger. You'd think that, by now, I'd know how to start a new post, but you'd be wroooong. lol Ah, Xanga, you are so much easier!
Anyway, I am now taking suggestions on a new name for this blog since, you know, we have a son in addition to our daughters. :-D
Well, what is there to update on?
Jameson had his second physical therapy appointment. She (the physical therapist, of course) said she's impressed with his range of motion improvement.
Isabell and Gabrielle have become quite the little Minecraft players. lol
And Lucy has finally started using her baby sign language - now that she's also learning to talk more. Go figure. She likes to ask for "more" when she still has some of everything on her plate. Silly girl. :-)
Friday, January 4, 2013
Saturday, December 15, 2012
A Little Update
I am terrible at keeping up this blog. :-( I meant for it to be full of funny stories about the kids, but I just post that stuff to Facebook.
Izzy and Gabby are doing very well in preschool. They love school, and they cry if they have to miss a day for being sick or for a snow day.
Lucy likes "school" too. She got moved up to the next "room." Actually, there are two groups of kids in the same room (Mobile Infants 1 and Mobile Infants 2), but she is with the older group (2) now. Her teacher from the younger group actually got moved to the older group too. Now, Lucy sits at a "big kid table" at lunch. It's still a short table, but it is taller than the one the Mobile Infant 1 class sits at.
Jameson smiles now. He has for a while, actually. He started physical therapy for his neck tightness. It's not nearly as bad as Izzy's was, which is largely due to catching it so much sooner this time around.
Jason is still working overnights. He likes his job.
I'm still in school for nursing, wasting my English degree.
And that's about it.
This blog still needs a title that includes Jamey. It's so hard to come up with fun titles!
Izzy and Gabby are doing very well in preschool. They love school, and they cry if they have to miss a day for being sick or for a snow day.
Lucy likes "school" too. She got moved up to the next "room." Actually, there are two groups of kids in the same room (Mobile Infants 1 and Mobile Infants 2), but she is with the older group (2) now. Her teacher from the younger group actually got moved to the older group too. Now, Lucy sits at a "big kid table" at lunch. It's still a short table, but it is taller than the one the Mobile Infant 1 class sits at.
Jameson smiles now. He has for a while, actually. He started physical therapy for his neck tightness. It's not nearly as bad as Izzy's was, which is largely due to catching it so much sooner this time around.
Jason is still working overnights. He likes his job.
I'm still in school for nursing, wasting my English degree.
And that's about it.
This blog still needs a title that includes Jamey. It's so hard to come up with fun titles!
Monday, September 24, 2012
Feeling Sorry for Myself: Repeat C-Section Woes
(Okay, this blog needs a new title that includes Jameson--and more posts!)
I am pouting today. Pouting because I had to have a C-section I didn't want.
I did everything right to promote my VBAC. I kept my weight under control, I ate pretty well, I was active, I drank red raspberry leaf tea, I went to the chiropractor... I did everything right, and I had to have a repeat C-section - for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with a VBAC.
What are the chances of having two babies in a row with the cord around their necks TWICE?! I'll tell you; the chances are pretty darned slim! I was just about the best VBAC candidate ever - 2 previous vaginal births, non-recurring reason for my first C-section, healthy pregnancy, baby in the right position... It was supposed to be smooth sailing! I had a significantly lower chance of rupture than most women attempting VBACs.
I wasn't even in labor! The only reason I went in right away when my water broke was because I had group B strep. My friend who had a successful VBA2C told me to wait til I was in labor to go in. I might have listened if I had gotten the message before I was already at the hospital ( but Jason said he would have made me go anyway lol). Good thing I didn't!! Jameson might have died. Like I said, I wasn't even in labor! He just dropped lower into the birth canal, and his cord got pinched. His heart rate dropped, and the only way they got it back up was when they put me on my hands and knees with my head down. I am guessing that just countered gravity (or rather reversed it so gravity was pulling him back out of the birth canal instead of farther into it) and relieved the pressure on the cord.
I still can't believe how shocked the nurses and doctor were by how thin Jameson's umbilical cord was. In our birthing class, we learned that the thickness of the cord varies A LOT, and I couldn't really understand their surprise. But I didn't see the cord either.
I think it was a nurse (but it might have been the doctor) who said, "Once the heart rate stabilizes, I always feel like I should give them another chance, but this one wouldn't have made it." I can't be sure if she was a nurse because the doctor was one I had never seen before, a bunch of nurses showed up when Jameson's heart rate dropped (and she definitely wasn't the nurse assigned to me), and I was too scared to pay attention to anything other than listening for him to cry.
So I am obviously grateful we were at the hospital, that they had him on the monitor, that they were able to do an emergency C-section, and that he is okay. But I feel sorry for myself because I didn't want a C-section. I didn't want to deal with the recovery time or the pain. I didn't want to worry about an incision healing. I certainly didn't want a 12th freaking surgery!! I didn't want to be unable to lift, bend, etc. I have already broken the lifting rule a hundred times by picking Lucy up. She isn't old enough to understand, and she wants her mommy (especially after Jason and I spent 3 nights at the hospital and brought home a new baby).
I am pouting today. Pouting because I had to have a C-section I didn't want.
I did everything right to promote my VBAC. I kept my weight under control, I ate pretty well, I was active, I drank red raspberry leaf tea, I went to the chiropractor... I did everything right, and I had to have a repeat C-section - for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with a VBAC.
What are the chances of having two babies in a row with the cord around their necks TWICE?! I'll tell you; the chances are pretty darned slim! I was just about the best VBAC candidate ever - 2 previous vaginal births, non-recurring reason for my first C-section, healthy pregnancy, baby in the right position... It was supposed to be smooth sailing! I had a significantly lower chance of rupture than most women attempting VBACs.
I wasn't even in labor! The only reason I went in right away when my water broke was because I had group B strep. My friend who had a successful VBA2C told me to wait til I was in labor to go in. I might have listened if I had gotten the message before I was already at the hospital ( but Jason said he would have made me go anyway lol). Good thing I didn't!! Jameson might have died. Like I said, I wasn't even in labor! He just dropped lower into the birth canal, and his cord got pinched. His heart rate dropped, and the only way they got it back up was when they put me on my hands and knees with my head down. I am guessing that just countered gravity (or rather reversed it so gravity was pulling him back out of the birth canal instead of farther into it) and relieved the pressure on the cord.
I still can't believe how shocked the nurses and doctor were by how thin Jameson's umbilical cord was. In our birthing class, we learned that the thickness of the cord varies A LOT, and I couldn't really understand their surprise. But I didn't see the cord either.
I think it was a nurse (but it might have been the doctor) who said, "Once the heart rate stabilizes, I always feel like I should give them another chance, but this one wouldn't have made it." I can't be sure if she was a nurse because the doctor was one I had never seen before, a bunch of nurses showed up when Jameson's heart rate dropped (and she definitely wasn't the nurse assigned to me), and I was too scared to pay attention to anything other than listening for him to cry.
So I am obviously grateful we were at the hospital, that they had him on the monitor, that they were able to do an emergency C-section, and that he is okay. But I feel sorry for myself because I didn't want a C-section. I didn't want to deal with the recovery time or the pain. I didn't want to worry about an incision healing. I certainly didn't want a 12th freaking surgery!! I didn't want to be unable to lift, bend, etc. I have already broken the lifting rule a hundred times by picking Lucy up. She isn't old enough to understand, and she wants her mommy (especially after Jason and I spent 3 nights at the hospital and brought home a new baby).
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Welcome to Our Blog
Well, we'll see how this goes since I am already addicted to another blog. However, I thought it would be nice to chronicle our fun and crazy stories of life with three daughters for our friends and family. Plus, I stole the idea from someone else. Sorry, I don't have any fun stories tonight--unless you count the fact that it is after midnight and Izzy and Gabby are talking very loudly in their room--and, you know, NOT sleeping.
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