Archive for May, 2009

2 weeks

May 28, 2009

I’ve been meaning to write something here for several days now, and it just ain’t happening. Other things keep taking priority — you know, things like eating, feeding Maggie, showering, etc. But! Here are some pikturs of my lovely little lady:


She makes this face after every feeding. I think it is super cute.

She’s put on weight, and is now an even 8 pounds! Love the chub rolls!




I’ve had some time to process the whole experience of delivering Maggie now, and I’m really starting to realize just how bad the outcome could have been — and be rather frightened in retrospect, even though we’re all totally fine now. I was more or less unconscious during the worst of it – when I started hemorrhaging and the midwife had to go in and yank my placenta out – so I don’t have the awful visuals that Matt does. But I’ve realized now that what happened could have ended very, very badly had I delivered at home, as I wanted to. I could have bled out and died before we were able to get to a hospital; even with the emergency treatment I received, I still lost four times as much blood as I should have. As rare as it is these days for fatal complications to occur in childbirth, they *do* happen, and I’m very, very thankful that I was where I could get immediate care.




May 22, 2009

Horrid day. Maggie has had several episodes today of screaming bloody murder for no apparent reason, but in a way that suggests she’s in pain. One episode happened while we were at the pediatrician’s office, and he said he thought it could be the beginnings of a reflux problem, based on how she was arching her back and twisting her head. This makes me VERY depressed – my sister has struggled with her son’s reflux problems for five months now, and it’s only now getting better. In the meantime, she’s had a baby who screams almost nonstop.

You do everything you possibly can to make things better, but sometimes nothing works and your baby screams. It’s a horrible, horrible thing.

38 weeks — and week #1

May 22, 2009

Today, I would have been 38 weeks pregnant. One week ago today, I gave birth to our daughter.

38 weeks
shown above – one sleepy baby and one mama with freshly painted nails and toes, OMG!

The milk fairy has arrived, and has brought with her gallons and gallons of breastmilk. I am producing FAR more than Maggie could ever eat. Matt and I just dumped five bottles down the sink that I produced yesterday because I had already filled the fridge up with five more from today! I’m trying to get my milk in line with what Maggie actually eats, but I’m wary of ending up engorged as well. So for now, I’m breastfeeding her as much as possible and pumping as little as possible – just enough to relieve the feeling of having rocks in my boobs. It’s a pretty awesome feeling, though, knowing that I have an abundance of tasty, nourishing milk for my baby. (And yes, I know it’s tasty because I did try it — it tastes sort of like melted vanilla ice cream.)

High five


We had a great day today. Maggie slept and ate well overnight, so I woke up feeling fairly human. I fed her throughout the day in her nursery, which is an awesome, warm place. The window was open so I had a breeze, and could smell freshly cut grass.




Let’s hope for many other good days and nights!

Happy birthday, Maggie. Mommy and Daddy love you LOTS!



May 20, 2009

Has it REALLY been only six days since Maggie was born?


I don’t even know where to begin.


Maybe here – having my daughter is the most delicious, amazing, awesome and wonderful thing I ever could have imagined.

Gram and Maggie
Maggie with her great-grandmother and grandmother

It is also exhausting, nervewracking and tiring beyond all measure.

Matt and I have discovered just how much WORK a new baby is, and WHOA — it is a LOT. Just an example – Maggie and I had issues with breastfeeding from day 1 in the hospital. She appeared to be tongue-tied, which essentially meant that she couldn’t latch effectively onto my breast — she would basically “chew” my nipples instead. Within 24 hours of delivery, I’d developed cracked, blistered, bloody nipples, and was in so much pain from nursing that I was having to use my lamaze breathing techniques just to keep from yanking her off my boob and curling into a ball. After much back and forth with the lactation consultant, pediatrician, a La Leche League leader and a visit from my very supportive, mother-of-three sister, discussions of the benefits and negative effects of clipping her frenulum, three nights of pumping breastmilk every two and a half hours and finger-feeding her the results, we FINALLY got her to latch on and nurse successfully last night. It was glorious. Angels sang! Unicorns frolicked! I nearly wept with relief.

Then came last night, where she kept the following schedule:

10 pm – 1 am – sleep
1 am – 2 am – nurse
2 am – 2:20 am – sleep
2:20 am – EXPLOSIVE POOPS — three diapers wrecked, and a swaddling blanket filled with baby pewp
2:30 am – 3:30 am – nurse
3:30 am – 4 am – sleep
4 am – 5:30 am – NURSE, OMG
5:30 am – 6:30 am – sleep
6:30 am – I wake up because I need to pump — boobs too full of milk
7 am -8 am – sleep
8 am – present – NURSE (yes, I am typing while she is nursing)

Girlfriend has the appetite of a sumo wrestler but the digestive capacity of a bird. 🙂

We have also discovered:

– It’s very funny to use your finger to make the baby’s lips “talk” and make her say all sorts of obscene things
– Babies have an unerring sense of where exactly the poopy diaper is and how to get their feet smack in the middle of it
– two words – windmill arms
– when she opens her eyes and looks at you, it is the most magical, amazing thing ever – even if it is 3 a.m. and she has screamed for the last 30 minutes
– Babies find rap music very soothing.
– Doggies love poopy diapers.
– Doggies are also very distressed when the baby cries, and will attempt to help by licking the baby’s head and/or toes

Anyway, I’d better run – it’s taken me 45 minutes just to write this, and Maggie’s asleep – so I’m going to go seize a few precious minutes to snooze myself.

But first – Maggie, I love you, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re here.


Maybe I’ll get killed for this

May 15, 2009

Matt here. This is post number 101.

Margaret Rose was born at 10:44pm on 5/14; 7# 10.5oz; 21″

My mother took Lucy to the hospital the previous day due to some leaking of the water. To help labor along, that evening she was given medication to ripen the cervix, after which they were going to induce at around noon on 05/14.

Her water burst on its own in a big gush at around 4am. After already being awake for 24 hours, Lucy’s contractions almost immediately began on their own. My mom showed up and provided support for the duraton of the delivery. Lucy did an excellent job unmedicated with some extremely intense contractions for about 11 hours. At that point, however, the contractions started to become less frequent and less intense.

Because she seemed to be leaking amniotic fluid the previous afternoon, the staff was concerned about a protracted labor and increased infection risk (+24hrs since rupture of membrane).

At this point Lucy accepted their recommendation to receive an epidural and pitocin to keep her body cranking and get the thing out. She was almost completely exhausted and in that regard the epidural was a godsend.

She slept for approximately 3 hours while her contractions were strong and consistent.

She began pushing in the evening. The certified nurse midwife (CNM) conducting the delivery was absolutely EXCELLENT and helped Lucy direct her force at the most effective times and with the most effective force vector.

The nurse assigned to us recognized my mom as her high school nurse. She told us that she attributed her decision to become a nurse to my mom. She had specifically requested to be assigned to us. Her support was amazing.

Between the RN and the CNM, the standard of care we received was absolutely top notch.

Lucy pushed with all of our assistance and support. She worked like I’ve never seen anyone work before. She kept at it for three full hours, breaking only during contractions that weren’t particularly strong so as not to waste effort.

We knew the baby was coming because that girl had a full head of hair that preceded her.

There were a couple of tense moments immediately after the birth which were, at the time, terrifying. Due to a retained placenta, Lucy began bleeding out and had her blood pressure drop to something like 40 over 20. She turned a whitish orange and just plain fell out. That scene was like something out of a horror film – blood and gunk was everywhere. The midwife coated her arms in iodine and went straight in there to get the placenta out. Thank god Lucy was essentially passed out because that would’ve been painful! Speaking of which, despite all that, Lucy didn’t rip.

After coming out, due to the meconium-contaminated amniotic fluid, the baby had to be suctioned – stomach/lungs etc. After this it still took her longer than usual to get color and start moving the way she should’ve been. The medical staff seemed very concerned. Due to the double-trauma going on I couldn’t focus on each at once so I would just hear words from each side. Bad words like NICU. Hoo boy that sucked.

Within 5 minutes everything was completely under control and everyone was back to functioning normally. But in that period I was worried that they would both die, and that wasn’t pleasant.

Now they are resting comfortably together. Everything is good. We are all looking forward to going home. Thanks everyone for your support throughout, for all of your kind comments, and everything. This blog will be a really cool record to have for our little girl for some day when she’s a mother-to-be.

In the hospital

May 14, 2009

it’s wicked hard to type on Matt’s laptop so I’ll make this short – I’m in the hospital being induced. my waters maybe or maybe did not rupture today (tests go both ways!) but my BP is up again and that, with some other factors, have led my midwives to conclude that induction is the way to go. sooooooo….. we should have a baby tomorrow, inshallah! wish us luck!

36 weeks 6 days – as I see it

May 13, 2009

Belly at 37 weeks

Those are Biskit’s knees. And yes – they hurt.

pregnancy piggies

Horrid, swollen pregnancy piggies (and ankles, and legs).

belly horizon

View from under the belly looking north. I think that blobby pink thing is my bellybutton, although I wouldn’t swear to it. I truly have no idea what’s going on down there anymore.

– Lucy


May 12, 2009

Yeah. Really not much else to say other than that.

– One very impatient mama


May 11, 2009

Contractions slowed down late Saturday, and stopped entirely yesterday. Murr.

Something, maybe? Please let it be something.

May 9, 2009

Soooo…. I lost part of my mucus plug this morning. This makes me OMG OBSCENELY HAPPY because at my appt. on Tuesday, my cervix was completely closed up and tight as a drum, so this means that I’ve started to dilate and/or efface since then! I know that losing the plug doesn’t mean that labor is imminent (could be a matter of hours or a couple of weeks!) but it’s the first sign I’ve had that this baby might actually be close to making her appearance, and I am THRILLED.

I’ve also been having irregular cramping type contractions since yesterday (VERY irregular), but they seem to be happening more frequently.

Although this is completely unscientific, I also note that Mike Jones is acting — odd. That’s really the only way I can think to describe it. He tried to burrow INTO my stomach this morning, and when that failed, he kept pawing my hand. Grasping at straws, perhaps, but I tend to trust his doggie intuition – after all, he was one of the very first to know I was pregnant. 🙂

I had a little talk with Biskit this morning after I lost my plug, to let her know that it was okay for her to come out now and meet the world; that there are a million loving hands waiting to hold her; that even though her little home for the last 9-ish months has been warm and snug, there’s an amazing and brilliant world out here that will be even MORE wonderful than her current home.

Last – I just have a feeling that something is happening. Again — unscientific, but it’s enough to get me off my butt and hustling to pack the hospital bag.

Fingers crossed!