Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
On Wednesday, March 18, 2009 I started my maternity leave. On Thursday around 6:00 p.m., I woke up from a nap and thought it weird I had only slept an hour. I had usually been sleeping around 3 hours. Around 8:00 p.m. I heard a neighbor knock at the door. When I stood up to answer it, a gush of water came. I wasn’t sure what was going on and since the neighbor saw me, I still answered the door. We talked a few minutes. He then asked when the baby was due and I said in two weeks, but “anytime, anytime.” I called the doctor on call and she said to lie down for 30 minutes and then sit up, if water came out again, then it truly was my water breaking. As I waited, I tried calling Chad. He didn’t answer. I then called Lisa and we talked and laughed (her role in the whole l&d). After 30 minutes I sat up again and more water came and I called the doctor and she said to call Chad and once he got home to come on in to the hospital. I tried to call him again and still no answer, so I called the dispatcher room and they sort of freaked out when they realized what I was calling about.
[insert Chad’s story here]
I finally got a call from Chad and he started home. Lisa was happy b/c she could watch the NCAA Tournament game until half time and then head down. Once she got to the hospital she then finished the game.
Upon arrival around 10 p.m., I was 4 cm. After an hour they finished breaking my water and started the pitocin drip. (11:00 p.m.) Once this started the pain suddenly progressed. I indicated I wanted an epidural and they had to order it, start a bag of fluids…after about 1 ½ hours the epidural and catheter was in and I was very comfortable. Dr. Banks came in to check on me and I was 6 cm. The catheter kept bothering me and they couldn’t adjust it to get it comfortable so checked me again and I was fully dilated (around 2:00 a.m.). He was only at -1 station, so I said I could wait a bit before I started pushing. A period of time went by and Dr. Banks came in and said we were going to do this. As we were setting up, the nurse came in and indicated that Dr. Banks’ patient next door was really feeling the urge to push. The only other ob there was also delivering a baby at that time. I pushed for 30 minutes and he was out, cut the cord and then Dr. Banks had to run next door to deliver the other baby. I waited about 40 minutes before she came back. I was up in the stirrups and unable to hold Steven as he was getting cleaned up. About the time they were giving him to me Dr. Banks came back and said I couldn’t hold him while they stitched me up so I had to wait more. Then about 5:00 a.m. (he was born at 4:03 a.m.) I was able to hold him. He had been rooting quite a bit and latched on for 50 minutes.
Delivery was an amazing experience and quite “easy” comparatively speaking to what I was anticipating. After the delivery I couldn’t sleep all day. I just sat and stared at Steven, listening to his noises. I can’t believe that we are parents even after 12 weeks. Steven has been the greatest baby anyone could have wanted.
[insert Chad’s story here]
I finally got a call from Chad and he started home. Lisa was happy b/c she could watch the NCAA Tournament game until half time and then head down. Once she got to the hospital she then finished the game.
Upon arrival around 10 p.m., I was 4 cm. After an hour they finished breaking my water and started the pitocin drip. (11:00 p.m.) Once this started the pain suddenly progressed. I indicated I wanted an epidural and they had to order it, start a bag of fluids…after about 1 ½ hours the epidural and catheter was in and I was very comfortable. Dr. Banks came in to check on me and I was 6 cm. The catheter kept bothering me and they couldn’t adjust it to get it comfortable so checked me again and I was fully dilated (around 2:00 a.m.). He was only at -1 station, so I said I could wait a bit before I started pushing. A period of time went by and Dr. Banks came in and said we were going to do this. As we were setting up, the nurse came in and indicated that Dr. Banks’ patient next door was really feeling the urge to push. The only other ob there was also delivering a baby at that time. I pushed for 30 minutes and he was out, cut the cord and then Dr. Banks had to run next door to deliver the other baby. I waited about 40 minutes before she came back. I was up in the stirrups and unable to hold Steven as he was getting cleaned up. About the time they were giving him to me Dr. Banks came back and said I couldn’t hold him while they stitched me up so I had to wait more. Then about 5:00 a.m. (he was born at 4:03 a.m.) I was able to hold him. He had been rooting quite a bit and latched on for 50 minutes.
Delivery was an amazing experience and quite “easy” comparatively speaking to what I was anticipating. After the delivery I couldn’t sleep all day. I just sat and stared at Steven, listening to his noises. I can’t believe that we are parents even after 12 weeks. Steven has been the greatest baby anyone could have wanted.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Baby Mac
Today we had our first ultrasound. It was absolutely amazing and worth the 20 weeks waiting for it. First, it's a BOY!!! who will be name "Steven" Chad Jr. Chad and I sat there together seeing Steven's face for the first time, his fist moving up to rest under his chin; at times opening and closing his mouth or moving his arms in a boxing move; tiny feet, kidneys, spine, nose mouth, eye sockets, and heart. It's amazing that something so active and beautiful is growing inside of me. He's approximately 13 ounces. I'm really at a lost for words in describing the feelings inside.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Today
Today as the church service started I had a worried feeling, which does not always mean that something bad has happened or is about to happen; usually it just means I am being a worrywart. However today that did not prove to be the case. Around 11:20 Chad called and left me a message of a fatal accident on I-285 that he was the first responder to the call. As I sat there listening to the sermon on dying to self and being a living sacrifice, I could not help but think there were those that had lost their lives and of their loved ones maybe not even knowing yet that they had lost them. I had a flood of thoughts, the first of course is for my beloved Chad and how horrible it would be to witness the aftermath. Then there is the eternal status of those lost. I am sure there is some statistic of how there is a death so many seconds of every day, but not so close; this accident happened less than a mile from the church where we sat worshipping God as one, maybe two people lost their lives and it was not due to their own recklessness. Why is there death? As we had discussed in Sunday School death entered because of sin and the shedding of blood in the O.T. was the currency for which sins were forgiven, thus Jesus being the ultimate shedding of blood, but why couldn’t that have been the end of death?!?!
I stayed around East Point after church waiting for a possible chance to see Chad. I just needed to see him, which is my typical response after something traumatic; whether to me or to him. A little after one o’clock I started home, still no word from Chad, but feeling vulnerable. The rain started pouring so hard I could barely see, so I turned around and headed back to the LEC. I opened up my Bible study and started reading. The topic, how certain is our faith? This brought back the feelings, which are somewhat still raw from two weeks ago in Sunday school where we discussed this. I seemed to be going in a different way from where the Bible study was headed as it was on Psalm 125; the psalmist speaks of his faith is so certain, as strong as Mount Zion, but all I could think of was how unrealistic this was as the study did not yet address the downward spiral that when something happens we may question our faith. Or our faith may wane when we don’t need God as much. Why do we do this? Is it because of a rebellion against God? But I feel after I have questioned so much, when I finally feel more certain, it is a stronger sense than before. Maybe I could even say that through the questioning and unbelief that my faith grows stronger. So do we need the questioning times to grow stronger?
My thoughts are rambling I know, but that is how they are coming to me. I have been reading Jesus for President and Claihorne, the author, questions our sincerity as Christians by how so many Christians view the world and the “hot issues” by which they vote. Abortion is one of those, but we fail so many by not providing the love and support and compassion to those around us. And is that not what Christ did during his time on earth? Are we not Christians, Christ Like, thus we should act like him; accepting those who are not “acceptable”; loving those that are “unloveable”; reaching out to those hurting; and touching those who are reaching out to be touched. So, I have the knowledge that one, maybe two people died today not far from my church, what am I going to do with that? Pray?, well that could be one “easy” way to respond, but did Christ not call us to go beyond?!?! I don’t know what the proper response would be as a Christian, but I am searching.
I stayed around East Point after church waiting for a possible chance to see Chad. I just needed to see him, which is my typical response after something traumatic; whether to me or to him. A little after one o’clock I started home, still no word from Chad, but feeling vulnerable. The rain started pouring so hard I could barely see, so I turned around and headed back to the LEC. I opened up my Bible study and started reading. The topic, how certain is our faith? This brought back the feelings, which are somewhat still raw from two weeks ago in Sunday school where we discussed this. I seemed to be going in a different way from where the Bible study was headed as it was on Psalm 125; the psalmist speaks of his faith is so certain, as strong as Mount Zion, but all I could think of was how unrealistic this was as the study did not yet address the downward spiral that when something happens we may question our faith. Or our faith may wane when we don’t need God as much. Why do we do this? Is it because of a rebellion against God? But I feel after I have questioned so much, when I finally feel more certain, it is a stronger sense than before. Maybe I could even say that through the questioning and unbelief that my faith grows stronger. So do we need the questioning times to grow stronger?
My thoughts are rambling I know, but that is how they are coming to me. I have been reading Jesus for President and Claihorne, the author, questions our sincerity as Christians by how so many Christians view the world and the “hot issues” by which they vote. Abortion is one of those, but we fail so many by not providing the love and support and compassion to those around us. And is that not what Christ did during his time on earth? Are we not Christians, Christ Like, thus we should act like him; accepting those who are not “acceptable”; loving those that are “unloveable”; reaching out to those hurting; and touching those who are reaching out to be touched. So, I have the knowledge that one, maybe two people died today not far from my church, what am I going to do with that? Pray?, well that could be one “easy” way to respond, but did Christ not call us to go beyond?!?! I don’t know what the proper response would be as a Christian, but I am searching.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
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