Tuesday, October 9, 2012

When Ryder Met Leena

Ryder has been around other babies since he was just days old. Him and his friend Hunter have been near each other many times.

Hunter is the son of my good friend, Josie, and only 8 days younger than Ryder. I am sure they will grow up being buddies. So far the play dates have been more for the Mommy's than the babies though.

Ryder has usually been asleep, or falling asleep or just waking up from sleeping (see a trend?) and they haven't had their first TRUE interaction. Well, Momma needs to set up that next playdate because...

Ryder MET Leena.

Leena is the daughter of my friend Jacqui. Miss Leena was born on March 21st of this year and is absolutely gorgeous. She is also a REALLY good crawler.

Sunday morning Ryder wanted to nurse as soon as we got to church. This is nothing new. It doesn't matter if we are at our church, which starts at 10:45 or at Mom and Dad's church, which starts at 9:30, as soon as we get to church the boy is hungry. (Hopefully that will be a spiritual hunger as he grows up.:) ) So off to the nursery we go. There is a sound system set up in the nursery so I can listen to the sermon, so I don't mind too much.

After Ryder is finished eating, I sit in the floor with him and we quietly explore his hands, his feet, his love of standing and "walking", etc. while I listen to the sermon. Miss Leena is being held and looks straight at Ryder and starts talking to him. He looks back at her and responds.

Hmmm. That's never happened before.

I can't help but wonder if they can somehow understand each others' baby babble. Especially when they do this back and forth a few times.

Then Leena is put on the floor to play. At one point, she makes a bee line for Ryder. She crawls straight up to him and wants to touch him. She reaches for his leg and then his face and is staring him straight in the eye, smiling her beautiful little smile.

They start to talk and coo to each other and she is smiling to beat the band. I make a comment to the girl who is holding Leena that I wish I could see Ryder's face and this is the picture she sends me.

I LOVE the smile on his face...it perfectly mirrors Leena's. They continue to look at each other, reach for each other and talk to each other for quite a while. I can't believe it. It was like they were tiny adults becoming friends (in a language no one else in the room could understand!). It was amazing to watch.

There may or may not be a love story in the future, but I am sure there will definitely be a wonderful friendship, and I am so excited to watch it develop :)

Psst...Josie, Hunter and Ryder need to have a play date soon! I can't wait to see them interact for the first time too!

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Gramma & Momma's Chicken 'n Dumplins

Fall is here my friends…and that has me thinking of my favorite fall meals. One of my favorite things that Mom would make when I was growing up was her chicken and dumplins. Later on I found out that the recipe is actually REALLY simple and easy and it came from my Momma’s Momma. (The lady had 6 kids; she had to know how to be efficient!)
So here you have it…Gramma & Momma’s Chicken ‘n Dumplins. (You can thank me later.)
Boil some water and throw in a few bouillon cubes (or five if you really like bouillon flavor like I do).

Once you have a good boil rolling, throw in your chicken. You can cut it up before you throw it in if you have a good pair of kitchen shears, but mine were stolen…SO I cook mine first and then cut it up with a knife.

After it starts to float, you can use tongs to take out your chicken if it is not already cut…if you used your shears to cut the chicken prior to boiling, just enjoy the pretty picture of chicken all cut up and scroll on down. :)

Put your chicken back in your pot and open up your biscuits. Then start tearing them apart and tossing them in. If you like big dumplins (like I do), tear each regular size biscuit into 3-4 pieces. If you like small dumplins (like Michael does), tear them into 5-6 pieces. And in a house that is divided over the issue, you do a little of both!

I LOVE dumplins! So I generally use 3-4 tubes/cans of biscuits. You can judge what would work best for your family.
As you are tossing in your dumplins they will plump up and float to the top. Make sure you stir in the new dumplins as you toss them in so that they can get done.

And tada! Quick, easy, super yummy chicken and dumplins!

And Michael wanted you all to see his adaptation of this recipe...he likes to put his over mashed potatoes.

 Here's your bonus for the day! As I was talking to Momma about this post, she was telling me how Gramma used to make all kinds of fruit dumplins. THAT perked my ears up!
I haven't had a chance to make it yet, but it sounds so yummy I just have to share it! 
The example she gave me was with blackberries.
Boil your water.
Throw in your blackberries to boil and their juices will cook up in the water.
Throw in your torn up biscuits.
Stir and wait until your dumplins are done.
And you have blackberry dumplins!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

No Guarantee

Tragedy has rocked the small community I am from again. Sometimes it seems like we have more than our fair share, but living in a small country town can sometimes give you a sense of false security that nothing bad can happen. And when that false security is exposed as the fraud that it is, then it makes it feel like we have more heartache than we should.
A man I went to school with was killed in an accident at his place of employment. He was only 33. I won’t pretend that I knew him well. I only knew him as the boyfriend of a friend of mine for a while and then as a young, smitten husband and a loving dad at a church I attended years ago. I can tell you this though; I have never heard anyone ever say a negative word of him. There are not many people you can say that of in a small community.
My heart aches for his family…I can’t stop thinking about or praying for his wife and children. I can’t even imagine. It becomes hard to breathe when thinking of their pain, and it is not even me…I just can’t imagine.
My heart also rejoices for him. While this is not the timing he had planned, he is in the arms of our Savior and again…I just can’t imagine.
So my reason for even sharing about this tragedy is as a reminder…
We have no guarantee of tomorrow or even later today. So make sure you tell those you love how special they are and how much you love them…hug them a little tighter…be thankful for each day and the blessings that God gives you in those days…and if you aren’t sure where you will spend eternity, find a minister, call K-Love (an awesome radio station with pastors waiting to talk to whoever calls in) or email me.
As for me, I am going to hold Ryder a little longer and cuddle up to Michael and little closer and praise God for blessing me with them in my life.

Note: This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but Ryder needed some extra snuggles last night, and I needed some extra time in Michael’s arms. Turning on the computer to hit publish just didn’t seem as important.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Trust, Patience and Not My Timing

So God likes to teach us things...sometimes we learn the first time around, sometimes it takes getting beat over the head with it to get it through our thick skulls. Unfortunately, I am usually in the latter group. (The majority of my early to mid twenties are proof of that.)

One of the lessons I have had to learn and am still working on learning is timing. Specifically, God's timing. 

I heard a DJ on K-Love say something that has brought this lesson back to the front of my mind. He made a comment about how things are never "in the nick of time" or "last minute" but that it is in God's time...and God's timing is always perfect. 

Hmmm...it was one of those moments where I knew that God was giving me a message. He was reminding me that his time is perfect even when I don't like it. 

You see...from my most recent post, you all know that Michael and I both owned our own homes prior to knowing each other and decided to live in Michael's home, remodel my house and sell it. As everyone knows, the housing market is not a seller's market. 

We tried selling it on our own and showed it to many people who loved it only to find out that they couldn't get financing. So we made the decision in January to list it with a realtor so that we could be on the MLS listing and get our house on the market to a larger audience. About 4 months into our 6 month contract we find out that the lady we were listed with wasn't on the MLS and neither was our house. Ryder was about to be born and our contract was almost up, so we just let it go and listed with someone else as soon as the contract was up.   

This brings us up to when I was on maternity leave. That is a maternity leave without pay. Twelve weeks without pay. Just because the pay stopped doesn't mean the bills did. It was tough saving up for this, but God provided.

Then the house was shown, a formal offer was made and we accepted with a few minor clarifications. We thought our prayers have been answered the way we wanted them to be! Then we find out that the buyers could not get financing.

The house has been shown a couple more times to no avail. And now it has been robbed by use of the very key that is supposed to help us sell the house.

This is hard for me to understand honestly. From a purely worldly view, I want to throw up my hands and scream at the universe asking why things can't just go right for us with this house?! Why is it that there has been a lot of interest, but no one can actually get financing?!? Why would someone rob us?!? It is an emotional roller coaster.

Then I remember that I have a savior that saved my SOUL from eternal damnation. If He has THAT covered, then I think He knows what He is doing with the sale of my home. If it was God's will for my house to be sold right now, it would be.


God has a reason for my house not being sold yet. I just don't know what that reason is. And I don't have to know. I just have to trust in the truth that God knows what He is doing and that according Romans 8:28 "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Emphasis mine.)

I mentioned my early twenties...let's just say that I didn't want to wait on God's time. I wanted to find someone and get married and have my family on MY time. This resulted in a string of bad relationships and ultimately in a bad marriage that ended in divorce.

When I finally gave up and decided it was in God's hands and not my own, God gave me Michael. You would think that THAT would teach me to trust God's timing.

And it has.

That lesson is just being tested again. I know that God is in control and that He has a plan for my life that is bigger than my own. Not only is it bigger, but it is better than anything I could ever dream up. So, even if it isn't patiently, I will wait. I will wait with the assurance that God knows what He is doing and what is best for me and my family. I will trust His timing and His love.

I'll leave you with this...I found this verse FOUR times in Psalms. I think it is worth memorizing and sharing...

Psalm 107:1 "Give thanks to the lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.

Psalm 118:1 "Give thanks to the lord, for he is good; his love endures forever."

Psalm 118:29 "Give thanks to the lord, for he is good; his love endures forever."

Psalm 136:1 "Give thanks to the lord, for he is good. His love endures forever."

I WILL give thanks to the lord, for He is good. And I know that His love endures forever.

Monday, September 17, 2012


Michael and I both owned homes when we met. We obviously do not need two homes, so we completely remolded my house and put it up for sale.

We still go down there...this country girl likes to take advantage of her country home for as long as she can...plus, the yard is HUGE

So we are down there even more in the summer. That pretty short grass doesn't stay that way long. (I swear mine was the only yard that needed mowed constantly during the drought this summer!)

We did a lot of work to my house...pouring ourselves, our time and our money into it. I am quite proud of the end product...and one of my favorite rooms is the living room. Wouldn't you want to live here if you were shown this house?

We were down at the house last week as usual and everything looked just as you see in the above picture. Then we come down again on later in the week. This is what my pretty living room looked like.

I couldn't believe it.

I was furious.

But it was about more than just the furniture and other things they took.

Someone had come into my home...MY HOME. The place that is supposed to be my safe place...the place that is so very personal. Not only were they there without my knowledge or permission, but I can imagine them standing there deciding what to take...they had to have put some thought into it because it was the most random items that they took and they left other things...they even dumped my hamper and took it.

Almost like they were "shopping" for exactly what they needed.

It just makes you feel completely violated and vulnerable.

I am just so very grateful that we were not there with Ryder when they tried to break in. I am also grateful that they did not actually break anything to get in...it appears that they used the lock box that the realtor had on the door (which no longer has a key in it btw). The doors and windows were locked and nothing was broken.

So I will yet again think of the sign in the kitchen...Remember the day's blessings...forget the day's troubles.

I think he brightens up the room again...don't you?

Friday, September 7, 2012

Life Keeps Rolling On

We've had a lot of things going on around here. On August 13th, little Ryder decided to roll over for the first time (while Memaw was watching and Mommy had JUST left to grab something out of the other room). Even though Mommy missed the first time, I have seen countless rolls since and love every one of them.

Yes, that IS Gilmore Girls in the background...we love our Gilmore Girls around here. And please don't mind all the junk in the background...we have been living on the floor playing and such. :)

Then on August 30th Ryder found his tongue and started sticking it out at me. I have yet to catch a picture of it, but it is adorable!

We have also started sitting up in our Bumbo. Ryder likes to be upright most of his waking moments now, so we love our Bumbo...especially at story time. He loves to sit in it and watch me and his book while I read it to him.

We also helped Memaw and Papaw celebrate their 37th Wedding Anniversary last weekend. 

Then there was the great weekened we had with Aunt Cris, Uncle Mikey and Cousin Addie. Ryder and Daddy had their first trip to Uncle Mikey's hometown for Old Fashion Days...and I enjoyed spending time with my little man and his "medium" cousin. You see, little Miss Add has been a "little" cousin all her life. With Ryder's arrival, she became a big cousin. Until this weekend when she informed me that she was not a big cousin. She was a medium cousin. I asked her why she said that and she said that her cousin Taylor (who we ran into right before this conversation was had) was a big cousin, she was a medium cousin and Ryder was a little cousin. "Pick your battles" is a good thing to remember when dealing with our little debater...she is good...so medium cousin it is!

And on September 5th (Memaw & Papaw's actual anniversary) Ryder REALLY giggled for the first time! I now have a new favorite sound...sigh.

I had mentioned our new bedtime routine and Ryder starting to sleep in his crib. Well, baby boy has REALLY surprised us the last two nights. He has been in bed by 10:00 and slept through until 7:00!!! After he has been fed at 7:00, he has went back to bed and slept until about 9:45! How awesome is that?!

The first night I woke up at 6:30, looked at the monitor and he was so still, so I went flying into his room to make sure he was breathing. He was, which meant I could start breathing again.

The only problem with this? I go back to work Monday and we need to leave the house before 7:00. So, we have decided to try and roll his bedtime up an hour so that he will be able to get the same amount of sleep, but will be up around 6:00 for his feeding. Fingers crossed! (Love that wild hair in the morning!)

Speaking of...I go back to work Monday. I'm not looking forward to it. I know some Mom's do, but I'm not one of them. We have found a wonderful lady to watch Ryder, and I am perfectly confident that he will be well taken care of. I am going to miss him incredibly though. Thankfully, he will only be about 7 minutes away from where I work, so I will be able to go see him on my lunch on some days...and most likely everyday that first week! She has told me that I can come over as much as I need to. Can't beat that!

So for the next two days, I am cherishing every waking moment with Ryder. Every smile, giggle, roll, kick, cuddle, feeding time...all of it is being stored up in my heart.

I know that people make fun of people who say this...but it is true, so I will say it. I am so incredibly blessed. God has trusted me with a wonderful husband and son...and I am more grateful than words can say.

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(Gratuitous Baby Picture for your pleasure! Look at those cheeks...I could just kiss them all day!)

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Scared for Nothing!

So last night was the night.

The night my little cherub moved from sleeping right next to my side of the bed to sleeping in his crib.

I was scared to death of this night for a couple of reasons. First, I didn't know how Ryder would handle being in a different room, a different bed, etc. I had tried putting him in his crib a couple of times when he was napping and he would be okay for about 15-20 minutes and then he was done with it. And secondly, I didn't know how I would handle Ryder not being in the same room as me.

Who wouldn't want to sleep between these two cuties every night? (Well, except for when they both get snoring at the same time!)

We also started a new bedtime routine. Truth be told, we haven't had a bedtime routine until last night. Gasp! I know, I know...but it has worked for us so far. We are both night owls, and Michael doesn't go to work early, so we just kind of did whatever worked each night.

And that was fine, but I go back to work soon and have to get up early for work...and even earlier now that I will be dropping Ryder off at the sitter each morning. So we began a routine last night so that we are all used to it before I start back. (And will try it again tonight, hopefully it will work just as well!)

It was the basic bath, sleeper, nursing and book, then bed routine and we started it at 9:00. Ryder was in bed a little before 10:00 That doesn't mean Mommy got to sleep though. Mommy was wide awake watching her Infant Optics Video Baby Monitor . The best part about this little gadget? It has night vision! Woohoo! That means Mommy can lay in bed and watch our little Nugget's every move. Without it, I am positive I would have been up and down the entire night checking on him.

Truth be told...I didn't see the need for a video monitor. How our house is set up, Ryder's crib is on the other side of the wall that our bed is on. I figured a sound monitor would be just fine. My in-laws, however, were kind enough to buy us this monitor and I LOVE it! I had used it a few times before through the day and the color picture quality is great as well. For night time though, it is a life saver.

I'm not sure if I had the monitor completely charged or not last night, but it didn't last without being plugged in. I charged it today, so I'm looking forward to finding out if it will last the night on a full charge.

Okay...back to the crib story.

He slept from before 10:00 until 4:45! THEN after we fed him and got him back to bed, he slept until I don't know when...because when I woke up, he was cooing happily in his crib! I got up and started getting ready and he didn't make a peep until 8:30!


My sister had told me to try it out, and that I might be surprised and how well he does. Yet I was scared. Welp, once again big sister knows what she is talking about. Just don't tell her I said that. ;)

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Friday, August 24, 2012

Explosive Mornings

Mornings usually go something like this...

Wake up, change Ryder, feed Ryder and then it is play time until Ryder gets tired and is ready for his morning nap.

It is a good routine. I like the routine. It usually goes really smoothly.


The other morning, Ryder and I woke up and went to his nursery to change his diaper. It was quite full as he had just had a few bowel movements. I know better than to change it immediately after the first movement because he doesn't just have one, there is usually another one or two within 5-10 minutes.

I proceed to clean his little bottom up. Once I have his little bottom all fresh and clean, I move the old diaper out of the way and go to grab the new diaper.

That's when it happens. He have another bowel movement. And there is FORCE behind it. It shoots out of his little bootie at least two feet and hits the side of his cube shelves...and it keeps coming and coming.

I just stood there as it happened with my jaw dropped. I was in shock. I didn't know whether to laugh or wilt. Then it starts running down the side of the shelves toward the off white carpet. I quickly try to catch it in a baby wipe before it hits the carpet, but there was just too much...and as I start to look around, I realize that it hit WAY more than the shelves. 

So picture me with a hand on Ryder so that he doesn't roll off the changing pad and wiping poop off of the shelves, the wall, the air vent cover and down IN the air vent, his dresser and random splatters on the carpet.

It was crazy.

I don't think that Michael grasped exactly what I was telling him when I explained what happened. So, fast forward a week.

Michael was in the nursery with Ryder and I that morning. It was basically a repeat of the above story, BUT I had the genius idea to try and block the stream of poop shooting out of my dear boy with the diaper.

Big. Mistake.

Not only was it on the shelves, wall, carpet, air vent cover and dresser, it was on the glider's foot stool, the window, window seal, blinds and more. Ugh! Michael was in stunned silence. Again, I chose to laugh and started cleaning.

After I got everything cleaned up and Ryder changed, Michael was feeding Ryder a bottle of pumped milk, and I was pumping. I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt a couple of strands stuck together. I smelled them, but didn't smell anything. I then started feeling my hair on that side more and found a bigger clump of hair stuck together.

Oh no.

I smelled the larger clump of hair.


Poop in my hair!


Of course, when I told Michael what was in my hair, he thought it was histerical and immediately called my Poopy Hair. Yep. We are mature like that around here.

Just one more way that my little baby boy has initiated me into being a Mommy. Before him, I guarantee you that I would NOT have handled having poop in my hair and sprayed across a room in my house so well. But, he's just so darn cute.

Don't you think? :)

So tell me...am I the only Momma who has been through this?

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

9 New Mommy Must Haves

Being a new mommy has turned my world upside down. (Understatement of the year!) With this new life that I have begun is a whole list of things that I (at this point) can’t live without. Most of these things were not even a THOUGHT in my “old life” let alone something that I used on a daily basis. Here they are in random order…  

1. Flour sack dish towels – These are AWESOME at drying bottles and breast pump parts.  They are thin and HUGE, which means I can stuff a ton of it down in the small opening of the bottle and dry the inside thoroughly and get into all the nooks and crannies of the pump parts.  And when I am done and hang it up, it dries very quickly. LOVE them!  

2. Moses basket & stand

Truth be known, until my shower, I had never even heard of a Moses Basket outside of well…the FIRST Moses Basket that belonged to dear Moses. I see it at my shower and ask my sister what in the world it is and what do you do with it. She gives me the big sister look that says she can’t believe I am asking her such questions and explains. Well, I LOVE it! It moves from the bedroom to the living room daily and can also go with us when we visit some place. It makes it so that Ryder can sleep in the same bed no matter where we are. I LOVE the rocking base. When he is just a tidbit fussy in the middle of the night, I can reach over and gently rock him back to sleep without either one of us getting up and going to the rocker. Fabulous!

3. St. Ives Moisturizing Lotion – I wash all our dishes by hand now. (I hate the film that the dishwasher inevitably leaves on everything, and since I am already washing bottles, why not?! Yes…I know I am weird.) AND I wash bottles and my pump parts CONSTANTLY! All of this is done in extremely hot water leaving my hands to dry and crack and hurt like crazy. Then I started using my St. Ives lotion all the time and my hands are clearing up! Woohoo!

4. Fisher-Price Infant-To-Toddler Rocker

This was another gift from my mom and sister that has proven essential. About two weeks into little Ryder’s life Aunt Cris was visiting. I was discussing with her how at times I couldn’t put Ryder down without him crying like crazy. She asked me where my vibrating chair was. I thought for a second and said in the box in the closet. Cris immediately told me I was crazy and to get that thing out and put together. (I have NO idea how we missed this one…we put EVERYTHING else together, but somehow missed this one. Lesson learned though!) It is one of Ryder’s FAVORITE places to hang out. He doesn’t even need the vibrations on part of the time. He just likes to be sitting up and looking around. Everyone needs one of these!

5. Kick and play mat

Ryder LOVES this play mat! He is happy as can be laying on his back kicking his feet and batting his hands at the toys or just staring up at the bright colors.  

He also LOVES it for tummy time. This is where he has developed the strength to hold his head up on his own AND where he first rolled over! We are big fans all the way around on this one.

6. Baby Trend Expedition Jogging Stroller - Pre-baby I was a runner. So I knew that I wanted a jogging stroller to enjoy my runs with Ryder.  Due to some extended complications from delivery, I haven't been able to fulfill that dream just yet...BUT we have used it to go on many walks. Ryder loves it, as does Mommy and Daddy. It is a great ride for Ryder and is incredibly easy to steer and push for Michael and I.  

7. Terry burp cloths - These are a life saver when Ryder decides to revisit his last meal. I have a few different kinds, but the terry cloth ones are absorbent and soft. They also work great for making sure that I don't get milk everywhere when pumping.  

8. Fisher-Price Rainforest Bath Tub

This was great when Ryder was so teenie. The cloth insert was perfect for letting him be in the water, but not too much. As he has grown, we still use the headrest part. He LOVES bath time and enjoys sitting up "by himself" (always monitored closely by his hovering Mama...trust me!).  

9. The paci

We use the Soothie pacifiers, but I don't know that they are superior to any other. They were the kind that the hospital and our pediatrician gave us. He took it. End of story on picking out a pacifier. Without them, life would be a LOT harder. We have two on hand at all times.  

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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Post Delivery Scare

We had just had our precious baby boy. We were so excited. We found out that he was 19 1/2 inches long and only 7 lbs 1 ounce. We were elated. We were in love. All was well. 

After enjoying those first precious moments with our little guy and Michael and I both getting to hold him, Michael heads down to the waiting room to tell the family. 

I am holding our little bundle of joy and just looking at him in awe. 

Then all of a sudden, I feel like I can't stay awake. My arms are incredibly heavy...I don't feel like I can hold Ryder. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to hold him, so I ask Mom to take him. Mom takes my precious baby boy to hold. That is the last thing I remember.

Next thing I know, Michael is shaking me and yelling at me to wake up and that I CANNOT fall asleep that I have to wake up. 

Here's what I missed...Michael returned from the waiting room. Mom is tending Ryder. My doctor is feverishly trying to sew me up. The three nurses are standing off to the side talking. And Michael sees me lying on the bed with my arms limp, eyes open and rolled back in my head and my lips were blue. Unfortunately, Michael has seen someone who was dead before (he was in the Navy years ago) and that was his first thought when he saw me...that I was dead. 

He rushed across the room to me and started shaking me and yelling at me. In reality, he thinks that I wasn't responding for only 5-10 seconds, but to him, it felt like an eternity. (I love my hubby...he is wonderful.) The doctor looks up and sees what is going on and orders that someone get me some orange juice and the nurses come running as well. 

Come to find out, I my blood pressure had dropped dangerously low, as had my blood sugar. So they pumped me full of fluids and had me drink a ton of orange juice. Then I started to wake up and felt more like myself. 

The problem was that delivery was so fast that my body had not had time to adjust and stretch as it normally would. It took my doctor an hour and extra sutures to sew me up. I had multiple tears that were bleeding badly...SO my doctor had the job of trying to get one tear sewn up while the others were bleeding over top of it. It was a mess...a mess which led to my poor husband being scared out of his wits. 

My hemoglobin was too low after all this which was causing me to be dizzy if I tried to stand up even as the end of my 48 hour period was approaching. It ended up that I had to have two units of blood before I left the hospital. That made it so that I could stand without having someone by my side. Yay!

I am still recovering...it is incredibly frustrating to still be extremely limited a month later, but our little guy is more than worth it. :)

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

And the race is on...Ryder's labor story

Thursday, June 14, 2012, is the day our lives changed.

We were scheduled for my labor to at 5:00 p.m. on June 14th. That morning my doctor had scheduled me to have my membranes stripped to hopefully get the process going on it's own.

Michael and I went to my doctor's appointment at 8:30 that morning, had the procedure done and returned home. Michael went to work and Mom came to hang out with me for the day.

Momma and I had a good time doing things around the house for a bit and then decided to set off on a walk. We walked from mine and Michael's house down to Michael's office (about a mile and a half or so) stopping in at some of the Main Street shops as we went...then we said hi to Michael and made lunch plans. Next, Mom and I set off back down Main Street toward the house.

Through all of this, I was having random mild contractions, but nothing consistent or intense.

So we have lunch with Michael and decide to run a few errands. While out running errands, I received a call from the hospital (at 3:20 p.m.). They told me that my induction had been moved to 8:00 a.m. the next morning. They had talked to my doctor and she had approved it. The phrase "you will receive better care if you come in tomorrow morning" was used...which made me feel OH SO confident about the fact that I had started having more regular contractions. I told the nurse on the phone that I had started having contractions about 11 minutes apart. She said that if my water broke or if the contractions were worse, I could come in and they would check me, but I would most likely be sent home and that the contractions would probably stop if I laid down for a bit.

I am in the middle of Jay-C. Tears streaming down my face. It was ONE HOUR AND FORTY MINUTES before I was to arrive at the hospital. My doctor had moved it back a day on me already. I was ready to go. So needless to say, I wasn't in the best of spirits.   BUT I have the best Momma ever and she gently calmed me and told me it would be alright and that we would go for another walk and to breathe. She also pointed out a sign in our kitchen that says, "Remember the day's blessings, forget the day's troubles." She's a good Momma.

So we get home and take off for a walk. When I get upset, I tend to exercise a LITTLE too hard...that day was no different. We took off down the road next to my house toward the school. We get almost a half mile from the house and a contraction hits. Not an "oh, I can feel it tighten up a bit" contraction, but a "stop me in my tracks" contraction. Mom asked me if I wanted to go back. I opted for going a different route that would allow me to go home if need be, but also continue on if I felt like. Seven minutes pass and we are well on our way to Michael's office again...and it hits again. We are timing them now and they are almost 7 minutes apart on the dot while we are walking.

We go into Michael's office and visit for a bit. While there, I don't have a contraction for 18 minutes. This leads me to believe that the contactions are just exercise induced and not real. So we take off toward the house again, and I'm still disheartened.

I have a couple contractions after we leave Michael's office approximately 5 minutes apart. Mom is thirsty, so we stop at the little local gas station on Main Street and get a Diet 7Up. As we come out of the gas station, Michael passes in my car as he returns to the office from taking the banking. He honks...we wave. All is the same as when I left his office.

Mom and I cross the street we walk maybe 200 feet or so...right in front of the bakery...it happens. It's the worst contraction yet...followed by a gush. I try and take another step, another pain and another gush and another gush. That's when I knew what was happening. Like it or not hospital, my water had just broke. It was 5:06 p.m. I tell Mom, and she tells me to call Michael (we are close to a mile from either his office or the house, so a car was required for transport :) haha). I tell Michael, and he rushes back to us. Meanwhile Mom is timing my contractions which are quickly moving from 5 minutes apart toward 2 minutes apart.

Michael pulls up and his first words to me are "Are you sure your water broke? Your pants aren't wet." As we quickly climb into the car, I assure him that my water has indeed broke and that it isn't like it is in the movies. God love him. :)

He drives us back to the house and drops us off so that he can go back and set the security alarm at the office. Mom starts putting the last minute things in the car. I call my doctor's office to make sure that my water had definitely broke and talk to my favorite nurse. She tells me that my water has broke, and that I can wait out the beginning stages of labor at home or go on in to the hospital. I asked her when I should definitely head to the hospital. She said when my contractions were consistently 5-7 minutes apart. When I told her that they were 2-5, she told me to get to the hospital.

BUT I was hot and sweaty. It is my first child. Labor takes HOURS for your first child. I had a long night ahead of me and didn't want to start off feeling gross. So I tell Mom I am going to hop in the shower (much to her horror). While in the shower, I am yelling out the beginning of each contraction. They were now 2 minutes apart...consistently. Mom is begging me to get out of the shower. I hop out and blow dry my hair (again, much to my mom's horror) and straighten the front so that I could throw it up. Much to my Mom's relief, I was ready to get in the car.

On the way to the hospital, Michael and Mom were making calls to all our family...I was putting on my make-up and telling Mom when each contraction would start. We pull into the parking lot and don't grab ANYTHING out of the car. We just head inside...well, after I have a MAJOR contraction and am doubled over up against the car.

They put me in the triage/observation room and hook me up to all the monitors. The contractions are getting a LOT worse at this point. My nurse, Sandy, checks me, and I am only at a three. We ask what normal is...what we can expect time wise. Sandy said that everyone is different, but normally with your first child, you can expect an hour per centimeter and then 1-3 hours for pushing. That means we are looking at a delivery around 4:00 a.m.  All I could think was SEVEN hours of this pain?! Give me the epidural!

The next 45 minutes were a blur. It seriously was so intense and painful that I don't remember all that happened and it felt like it lasted for forever and it felt like it was over in 10 minutes all in one. My other nurse, Erika, kept asking Sandy if I should be moved to a real room. Sandy's response was always that I was only at a 3 and that if I was at a 7 or 8, then I definitely would need to go, but I was fine. At the end of the 45 minutes, Sandy decided that my contractions were coming fast enough and strong enough that she should check me again. Much to ALL of our surprise, I was at a 6. That was when Sandy said I needed to be put in a room pronto. 

We waited for the next contraction to end. I was then hauled up to a sitting position and did the pregnant waddle/run down the cross hall and ALL the way to the end of the next hall to my room. I am sure it was quite comical to any observer. I just knew I could NOT be in the hallway when the next contraction hit. 

The next hour is even more of a blur. I know that there were LOTS of contractions, a failed attempted at using the birthing ball (I really wanted to use the birthing ball, but found out that it was not for me and ended up clawing my way onto the bed to finish out that particular contraction), some aroma therapy being put in my face, me telling Michael that I did actually want Momma in the room and begging for pain medication. 

The anesthesiologist WAS in the hospital and actually waiting to come in, BUT the lab was taking it's dear sweet time to complete my blood work. Apparently there had been an issue with my platelets during my pregnancy (unbeknownst to me) and the anesthesiologist couldn't do her thing until the blood work was back and she could be sure that I wouldn't hemorrhage. 

At the end of this hour, I am checked again. I at a 10 and +1...aka Ryder was coming! Then I hear the wonderful words that Lora, the anesthesiologist, has entered the room! Sweet relief! I had been telling them (or yelling) that I needed to push. They kept telling me not to. (I later find out that they could not find my doctor and that was why it was so very important that I not start pushing!) So, Lora asks me if I know why she is there. I tell her because she is going to give me an epidural. She said not exactly, but that I would be getting relief. 

You see...I was so far along that she wasn't going to give me the epidural, but a sitting spinal instead. She said that the sitting spinal was easier to place and that I did not need epidural because the sitting spinal lasts two hours and that would be more than what I needed. 

At that point, I didn't care as long as there was relief! And relief there was! As soon as she gave it to me, my left leg started to feel tingly and all of a sudden I could think again! I wasn't blinded by the pain and felt like myself again. 

So my doctor shows up and it is time to push. I literally push for 10-15 minutes and only 3-4 times....I feel him crown and next thing I know, TADA Ryder arrived and is placed on my stomach. I hold my baby boy for the first time. 

It is the most amazing moment. He is really truly here...I can't believe it and am falling so in love so fast it makes my head spin. I have loved him ever since I knew he existed, but this was something more. He was so perfect and beautiful...and ours. It seriously blew my mind. It was perfect.

(Coming soon...Michael's scare after the first perfect moments.)
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