It's hard to know where to start after not blogging for almost two years. There's no way I could ever catch up. So, I will just start with where I am now.
I am the mother of three children. Mom of three kids. Three.kids. Three kids age four and under. It still shocks me some days that I am someone's mom, let alone three someones'. When three people on this earth want their mom or think of their mom, I'm her. It's just surreal. Moms, are you with me? Does it ever stop being kind of surreal? I mean it feels reeeeeally real when they've yelled, "Moooommmmmmyyyy..." followed by one of many demands every day. So real. But it still shocks me when I really stop and think about it.
(Note: I don't think I've blogged since the induction of emojis into our society. I keep really wanting to insert certain emojis to portray my emotion, at the end of my sentences. And that "need" for it bugs me.)
Also, I'm 30. That's kind of surreal, too. I feel like I surely can't be thirty. Not that thirty is old. But thirty is just older than I ever thought I would be. Not that I thought I was going to die a premature death or anything... it's just that I guess I thought my twenties would last forever? It's just that I feel basically the same as I did at 18, only with a husband and three dependents. It's just that adulting is hard and mommin' ain't easy and when did all of this happen?! I'm a little stunned by the fact that I doubt I will feel much different when I'm forty. Or fifty. Do you always feel basically like a kid still but know that you're an adult? How must my parents feel, having a thirty year old child?! How is it possible that they do? It's all weird and a tad scary. Am I crazy? Perhaps I'm just really immature. I don't know.
Yesterday, my eldest child told me that if I don't want the remote control to be lost, I shouldn't have kids. Today, he told me that he wants to go to Heaven first so he can be with God and Jesus by himself. He said he's so excited to see them that he would just fall down. I think that's a fine reaction to being in the presence of God. However, when I saw him in my rear-view mirror, in a daze, I assumed he was in the backseat thinking about Spiderman or candy or just about to fall asleep. As you can tell, I was wrong. This is one of the many reasons my brain is dead at the end of the day. Thus, no blogging for two years. Thus, a miracle that I am blogging now.
I think that's all for now. I can't tell it all or solve the world's problems in one post. Maybe there will be more to come? I don't even know how people blog anymore. I think I read something about wordpress and that blogger is old news. Probably need to befriend a 20-something to help me out. :(
Friday, July 29, 2016
Phoebe Gwen - Birth Story
(I am posting now - a year later. This has been saved in my drafts but never posted!)
- Appointment at 38 weeks 6 days
- 5-6 cm. dilated
- Stripped membranes
- Got admitted to hospital by Dr. Huecker due to "advanced cervical dilation."
- Melissa Smith was my admitting nurse - she was in my class in nursing school. :)
- Amber Quick was my delivery nurse - she was also in my nursing class!
- Contractions were happening but nothing that I could really feel or very close together.
- Epidural
- Started pitocin at a low dose.
- Broke water - doctor commented that I had A LOT of fluid. "You win the award for most fluid!"
- Dilation progressed. My epidural was effective, but I could still feel a lot of pressure with contractions, which was nice and really a neat feeling. I could tell they were getting more and more intense. I asked to be checked at some point and was about a 9.
- Dr. Huecker came to check me. She said I was completely dilated. She told me to do a practice push to see how good I was at pushing. I pushed once and she told me to stop because I was very good at it. :) They got everything set up for delivery. I pushed 3 times and there you were! The first thing the doctor commented was that you looked like your daddy and that you were little. I was just laughing as I saw you for the first time - it is just so unbelievable for another life to suddenly be in the room. I was surprised at how little you seemed. We cuddled and admired you. You were so adorable. We couldn't decide if your hair was red or blonde. They delayed weighing you and bathing you so that we would have time to do skin-to-skin and nurse. You latched on and nursed like a champ. My epidural was wearing off but my left leg stayed completely numb for a few hours after. Eventually, they took you to the nursery to weigh you and measure you and bathe you. Your daddy went to the nursery with you. He texted me that you weighed 6 lbs. 4 oz. and were 18.5 inches long. I just could not believe how tiny you were, especially after having had Brooks who was 8 lbs. 2 oz. when he was born! Holden was about your size at 6 lbs. 5 oz. but he was born at 37 weeks.
Your Mamaw and Papaw came that night to visit you. They arrived during your bath and stayed until you came back to see and hold you. I thought you looked just like your papaw right after you were born - especially in one picture that I had taken of you. There was no doubt you were a Hubert!
The next day, Pappy, Gigi, and your brothers came to meet you. Aunt SoSo was at church camp and so she was unable to come to the hospital. I did get to Facetime with her on my phone so she got to see you that way. She thought you were the most beautiful thing ever and cried when she saw you. :) Your brothers came in with balloons and flowers for mommy. They sat on the bed with me and held you. They were very sweet about it all - just smiling and checking you out. Then they went back to being cray cray, fighting over a balloon, etc. ;)
Mommy's friend Megan also came to meet you that day. Suzanne, a friend I had worked with and who used to be our neighbor, also came to visit.
We stayed two nights in the hospital. It was a nice, peaceful time with just mommy, daddy, and you. I missed your brothers but cherished the time with just you. Giving birth and those very first newborn days are what make me want to have more babies and more babies and more babies. ;) Good thing there are two things that stop me: toddlers and preschoolers. (Hahaha.) It's just such a special and sacred and surreal time, that I know I will miss.
Phoebe Gwen, we are in awe of you and can't wait to watch you grow. Although if you wouldn't mind, please take your time.
- Appointment at 38 weeks 6 days
- 5-6 cm. dilated
- Stripped membranes
- Got admitted to hospital by Dr. Huecker due to "advanced cervical dilation."
- Melissa Smith was my admitting nurse - she was in my class in nursing school. :)
- Amber Quick was my delivery nurse - she was also in my nursing class!
- Contractions were happening but nothing that I could really feel or very close together.
- Epidural
- Started pitocin at a low dose.
- Broke water - doctor commented that I had A LOT of fluid. "You win the award for most fluid!"
- Dilation progressed. My epidural was effective, but I could still feel a lot of pressure with contractions, which was nice and really a neat feeling. I could tell they were getting more and more intense. I asked to be checked at some point and was about a 9.
- Dr. Huecker came to check me. She said I was completely dilated. She told me to do a practice push to see how good I was at pushing. I pushed once and she told me to stop because I was very good at it. :) They got everything set up for delivery. I pushed 3 times and there you were! The first thing the doctor commented was that you looked like your daddy and that you were little. I was just laughing as I saw you for the first time - it is just so unbelievable for another life to suddenly be in the room. I was surprised at how little you seemed. We cuddled and admired you. You were so adorable. We couldn't decide if your hair was red or blonde. They delayed weighing you and bathing you so that we would have time to do skin-to-skin and nurse. You latched on and nursed like a champ. My epidural was wearing off but my left leg stayed completely numb for a few hours after. Eventually, they took you to the nursery to weigh you and measure you and bathe you. Your daddy went to the nursery with you. He texted me that you weighed 6 lbs. 4 oz. and were 18.5 inches long. I just could not believe how tiny you were, especially after having had Brooks who was 8 lbs. 2 oz. when he was born! Holden was about your size at 6 lbs. 5 oz. but he was born at 37 weeks.
Your Mamaw and Papaw came that night to visit you. They arrived during your bath and stayed until you came back to see and hold you. I thought you looked just like your papaw right after you were born - especially in one picture that I had taken of you. There was no doubt you were a Hubert!
The next day, Pappy, Gigi, and your brothers came to meet you. Aunt SoSo was at church camp and so she was unable to come to the hospital. I did get to Facetime with her on my phone so she got to see you that way. She thought you were the most beautiful thing ever and cried when she saw you. :) Your brothers came in with balloons and flowers for mommy. They sat on the bed with me and held you. They were very sweet about it all - just smiling and checking you out. Then they went back to being cray cray, fighting over a balloon, etc. ;)
Mommy's friend Megan also came to meet you that day. Suzanne, a friend I had worked with and who used to be our neighbor, also came to visit.
We stayed two nights in the hospital. It was a nice, peaceful time with just mommy, daddy, and you. I missed your brothers but cherished the time with just you. Giving birth and those very first newborn days are what make me want to have more babies and more babies and more babies. ;) Good thing there are two things that stop me: toddlers and preschoolers. (Hahaha.) It's just such a special and sacred and surreal time, that I know I will miss.
Phoebe Gwen, we are in awe of you and can't wait to watch you grow. Although if you wouldn't mind, please take your time.
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