Tonoogle Talks

WOW!  I have not a clue where to start.

OK. Most know I was pregnant and was due on July 27^th. During my pregnancy I had some complications due to my pregnancy and was at the Dr. A LOT!

I had high blood pressure before I was pregnant so made my pregnancy a bit complicated. During this time I went to my Dr. as usual. Throughout this time I kept gaining weight and gaining more and more. I ended up gaining like 80 pounds. I knew I didn’t eat that much. I was always told that women carrying boys will eat more and knowing that I really tried to watch it.

Skipping to the end….

On June 10 I ended up in the hospital on all kinds of monitors because of some plug I knew nothing about. Come to find out I was having contractions and didn’t know it; because of this I was given steroid shots to help my little mans lungs develop and two pills to stop labor I didn’t know I was having. All’s well, everything was ok.

 That night I was in and out of the hospital and triage being monitored to make sure we were both ok. Luckily, we were both ok. At this point I find out that the Dr.’s are more concerned about me than they are for the baby.

After a week’s stay in Ante Partum in the hospital I am begging them to take him early because I was told that he would be ok and I was miserable because of all the swelling. They won’t do it because I was doing better. All the while being on bed rest which is not a good or fun thing especially if you are not used to doing nothing.

Two weeks later after I am out of the hospital my mom and I am going to the cemetery to see my Grandpa’s grave which we buried on June 13^th 2010 and was rear-ended. This is July 2^nd my grandpa’s birthday and they send me to the hospital because my back is killing me and the police say I am in labor and contractions were 8 minutes apart.

YEA! I get to ride in an ambulance. Just what I wanted to do. (Although, it’s not what I thought it would look like inside)

After getting to the hospital and being monitored triage says ok you can go home you and the baby look fine. While still in pain and the contractions are getting closer and closer they send me home. My husband met me at the hospital while my mom took care of the police so when they send us home we go to Denny’s and eat.

OK; try to eat… I was able to get across the street to Denny’s and order my food then my water breaks. All I know is it felt like I pee’d on myself and I didn’t have a clue. My mom goes to the bathroom with me and asks am I sure because we thought it happened before and they (triage) said it didn’t. This time I was sure. She has my husband get me pants out of the car and all the while having contractions in my back. We get back to the table after the bathroom and our food is there. I do get to eat one of my eggs and I couldn’t take it anymore. I just told them GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL.

It took 3 Denny’s employees to get me to the car. Mom went to get the car and Joe paid the bill. Joe walked across the street and was there before I was able to get out of the car.

Security took me to triage with Joe in tow. Thank God he and my mom was there with me I am not sure I could have done it. By this time I was dilated to 5cm and they started asking me if I wanted epidural and umm let’s see I said YES!

They start getting me ready for epidural and check me again and I am at 8cm in like 20 minutes. Poor mom is still trying to get in hospital and Joe is calling saying you better hurry if you’re going to be here. She is running through the hospital. (I can just imagine that one)

They give me some darvacet so I would have something till they can give epidural and rush me to labor and delivery. We are doing good we made it. Here comes the epidural, when they give it to me the progress stops. Hey it gave my dad time to get there.

They give me some more pain meds because it’s not working and then some pitocin to get the labor started again and we are movin’ along.

So, now I have my husband, mom and dad in the delivery room with me and I am ready to go. The delivery nurse has my husband help her get my legs in the stirrups because she thinks it’s time so he does. He was awesome because I couldn’t move my legs AT ALL. Finally, the legs are situated and she has me push. Push one Push two; OK STOP the nurse says in the same breathe “call in the team.” In my head I am thinking WHAT TEAM? What is wrong? About 2 minutes later nine people come into the room with my Dr. and she says ok it’s time. Still in my head I am thinking; time for what why are all these people in here to deliver a baby? Is there something wrong?

My Dr. gets ready and has says there is his head (without pushing again) and I tell her to stop. I want to see his head. So, surprisingly they do and someone goes and gets a wardrobe mirror and lets me see. She then tells me to push two more times and says “Congratulation’s” and has Joe cut the cord.

Joe, mom and dad are amazed and extremely happy that both the baby and I are safe. Mom and Dad leave and they send Joe and I to our after birth room. (LMAO I can’t remember what it was called.) Joe stays with me and the baby at the hospital; he is the BEST! He even goes down to the hospital café that opens at 11:30pm to get me chicken tenders and fries because my previous attempt to eat failed at Denny’s. I was seriously starving.

Family and bonding time for the next day being July 3^rd. Now, on July 4^th we the baby and I are being released from the hospital and head to Denny’s to actually eat food besides hospital food and everyone can see the little miracle.

Nothing much going on but bonding and having visitors the next two days and then it really hits the fan. On July 7^th I had to go to emergency room because I couldn’t breathe. I was admitted to the hospital with Pregnancy Induced Congestive Heart Failure. Luckily, it didn’t turn out to be as bad as they thought. They started giving me lasicks through the IV and oxygen and morphine. The IV was fine but the x-ray in on the stretcher and then the catheter and blood gas. I was not happy and scared to death.

Admitted and to a room I go to spend the next three days in the hospital without my newborn. I lost over 10 pounds in fluid overnight and was feeling better right away. Since I was released from the hospital including the water pill they sent me home with I have lost 52 pounds in fluid and still going. Surely, I am almost done but am surely glad I am on the road to recovery. I do want to get better and soon and am on the right tract. Just a few more weeks to take it easy and get rest all the while trying to learn to be a mother.

We are now to present day and I will update as the days pass. So be patient we may be a day behind.

I know there are grammar issues and some words spelled wrong but be patient. I know nothing about medical or how to pronounce some of these words but you will get the meaning of it all.

Kisses from the new Mommy

Pooh and Tigger for my Lil’ Man’s room

Preparing for my “Little Man”

I was thinking the other day WOW! We still have a ways to go till we get to hold him. Well, then I realized that it’s only 12 weeks. Three months sounds a lot longer than 12 weeks. So, now I am starting to kind of panic. What do I have done and what do I still need to get accomplished.

Well here is just my little list of things done.

• get pregnant
• go to Dr.
• tell Joe
• tell everyone else

Here is a list of things I still have yet to accomplish.

• Get his bedroom ready.
• Buy him a crib
• Car seat/stroller – Bought still need to buy 2 bases for the car seat
• Bottles and stuff
• Clothes
• Make very important decisions (which seams I’ll be making those on my own) as to breast-feeding or not.
• Move the current bed out of bedroom and make room for the crib that hasn’t been bought yet. (My brother and dad are going to do that for me hopefully tomorrow)
• We still need to go for those pre-baby classes (havin’ a brain fart and can’t think of what they are called.)
• Oh to me these are biggies.  I want to paint and clean the carpets
• Find out how to baby proof our home. Is that even possible?
• Be thinking of a new ring-tone I want because when lil’ man gets here I am sure I don’t want him hearing “Answer the phone or I’m whoppin’ your ass” every time Joe calls me.
• Figure out a Pediatrician? Do I want him to go to our Dr. Office? There is a pediatrician in the office.
• Do I want him to get circumcised? Umm; ok I did already decide that one.
• Still relax – Oh yeah that is an easy one. NOT!

Of course there are a lot more things to get ready and yet I haven’t done any of them. I am assuming I will get it done before he comes to live with us outside the uterine hotel.

I know I am stressing but I mean helloooo I have figuratively speaking 12 weeks to buy furniture and make him a room. Make all the other wonderful decisions that need to be made.

I will be writing more on this process as we go along. So, be patient… I’m also wanting to make something for my lil’ man but can’t seem to make up my mind as to what or how to do it. I have always thought of myself as creative until now so I am totally lost.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

I actually have a lot of random going through my head lately. How long has it been since I’ve done one. OK don’t think its best that way it makes my head hurt let’s just say it’s been too long.

Ready! OK! Ok seriously, I’ve been watching too much “Bring it on” lately. I am sooo not a cheerleader of any type.

I have sworn that I would never talk about poop but here is my issue. I have read where other Moms have done the same thing and after becoming a parent lookout here it comes. Poop becomes the topic of choice and OMG! I really don’t see me being any different. Oh, the shit is gonna roll. Pun intended…

I keep thinking about all the times that my new bundle of joy is going to flat out turn exorcist on me and how am I going to react to that one. I am not sure what is worse poop or puke. The thought of pea soup flying is just not my cup of tea or soup for that matter.

For those that actually know me you can only imagine how this child’s life if going to be. See, I happen to be one of those women that have an issue with kids playing. Let me explain before y’all kill me. When they play they seem to get dirty and well dirty kids are just that dirty and they leave little sticky, dirty hand, fingers and feet print everywhere. Oh did I mention we are having a boy so the first time he comes in with a damn bug or frog in his pocket I will shit my pants not his. I don’t like bugs. Oh, look we are talking about poop again. This is going great. Yeaaa!

OK, here is another thing bothering me. Are my boobs really going start leaking? I mean come’on they never have before and well I understand I am pregnant but they are not getting any bigger. So are they? I mean why they seriously have to leak. No one wants anything from them at the moment.

I was walking at the mall the other day (yes I was walking) and found these T-shirts that said “Miracle in the Makin” and “I am not Fat I am Pregnant.” So, I have decided that I want every one of these cotton pickin’ t-shirt because they are just so cute. I will go tomorrow just to get pictures and post them for you to see maybe for this Wednesday. I have to go anyway; I have to get my rings cleaned this month. YEAH! They will look all pretty and shiny. See it’s doesn’t take much to amuse me. I can usually keep myself and other’s occupied.

Well till next Tuesday… Hey if you wanna check out some great Random Tuesday check out Momspective and the Unmom.