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

I have been trying to come up with things to write about that are actually interesting. I know there are literally topics out there ranging from A-Z and some have been done over and over and I personally can’t get tired of them.

Most of you know I am going to be a new 1^st time mom in July. I am here to tell you I know NOTHING. I am new to all aspects of children well raising children as my own so to speak.

I will be asking some questions and hopefully getting some answers that will help in my journey as a parent. At this point it should be pretty simple as its decision about which bottle to use or the pro’s and con’s of breastfeeding. I know some say look it up on google or something and read; just letting y’all know I have now I want actual advice and opinions from other parents. Before the comment comes up that I am absolutely crazy for asking opinions of others about things that are personal preference. That is what I want to hear. What do YOU think it best and why? What would you do to make things easier and is there something that could make things a bit easier.

My first question of the new so-called outline is on the subject of breastfeeding and formula feeding. I personally have mixed emotions on both and would like possibly getting some outside opinions on the subject.

I understand that breast-feeding is supposed to help with the bonding between you and your little one, also, the benefits of added nutrients that he/she will be getting. I also know that in my case I am a tad bit more modest (I think that is what it is called) and just know that I will not be able to just flop the boob out when it’s time to feed in public. I also know that is what the breast-pump is for and I must admit I am not looking forward to the pump.

So, what is your opinion on breast-feeding and assuming you will use a pump at some point what bottle is best to use? There are so many different types that all seem to actually do pretty much the same thing which bottle actually performs the best and why?

Baby we have been living in the same body for 15 weeks now soon to be 16. I am trying to eat a variety of things for you but sometimes I don’t do so well, things just don’t taste the same.

Luckily I am not sick to my stomach anymore that stopped a few weeks ago and hasn’t returned yet… Hopefully, it won’t for a while.

I can’t begin to explain what you mean to me already. I mean it’s hard to explain; you are such a blessing that I was told would never happen. One day I hope to be able to explain this to you and share in your experience too.

We are excited; we have so many questions that can’t be answered right now. What is your gender, are you going to be early/late, when do we get to feel you kick wiggle etc for the first time. I can’t wait to feel you and to have your daddy feel you.

Your daddy thinks you are a girl, I do too. It doesn’t matter to us what sex you are we just want you to be healthy and safe and be the best that you can be.

I can’t wait to be able to shop for you. If you are a girl don’t hate me but you won’t be “FuFu” till you get older and do it on your own. I promise I know nothing about being FuFu or (girly girl.) I also promise not to act like it either because I don’t want people to make fun of you. If you are a boy, well I will love to shop for you too. There are some really cute clothes for boys and well just try not to stuff bugs or critters in your pockets and bring them in the house. EWWWW!

I hope you are not a picky eater. Your daddy will not be happy I passed those traits on to you. He still teases me about being a picky eater but I will tell you it’s not all my fault; I got it from your Grandpa Pete.

I wonder who you will look like when you are born. I think about all those silly things that are just normal for me. I do think about important stuff too like how am I going to feed you? Will I breastfeed or bottle-feed or both. Will you be a co-sleeper or sleep on your own? Will I be a good mother or will you hate me? Yes, I do worry about that because I can be a pain in the butt. I just don’t ever want you to have to see that.

Mommy and Daddy get to go to the Dr on the 22^nd of February for an ultrasound. Hopefully you will show your stuff. Now, after you’re born it’s a whole other story keep them private’s private lol.  We might be able to find out early IF we can get you to show your stuff to your Aunt Beth. Just to let you know now you can show your stuff to her she is just trying to help mommy and daddy. That doesn’t mean when you grow up to go streaking. We will definitely have issues if you do that.

In a week or so I will start singing to you. You might not be able to hear me but at least I will be practicing. I kind of need it.

I am going for now so I will talk to you in a few days.

Till then sweet baby (punkin)

I have to admit I wasn’t the one who came up with the idea of writing to my baby. I read another blog and took the idea from them. Please check it out too.