Mo, Ozzy, Marshall, and Malcom taking naps and having fun!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
I wasn't dilating fast enough and they kept sending me home. In labor. Even when I told them my doctor was going to break my water. So we went Friday and we talked to our doctor who felt really bad. He wanted to break my water and deliver the baby that day, before he went on vacation, but the hospital was too full. There was a lot of sad things that needed taking care of, like stillborn babies and babies with neurological problems. So we went home with strong contractions 1 1/2 min apart and got my mom from the airport. The baby knows about weekends, I guess, because I wasn't very uncomfortable Saturday or Sunday. The contractions have started to build again today. If the hospital won't keep me by Wednesday, I have an appointment with a baby doctor and hopefully he will send me in to have the baby. I'm getting pretty impatient. If you think I'm impatient, you should see my mom. If you think she's impatient, you should see Ozzy!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I'm now a 4 and 80%. This is enough to break water. My doctor is not on call today, so he says tomorrow is better for him. I'm supposed to take naps and do the stuff that "supposedly" induces labor. Since I'm still in early labor, these activities will just make my contractions stronger and closer. When they're stronger and closer, I go to the hospital. He won't let them send me home. If he thinks he needs to, he'll break my water. Then we will get a baby. (I skipped the pain part.)
We are planning to go to the hospital late tonight or early tomorrow morning so I can have my doctor. We'll go earlier if I'm in pain or Ozzy can't wait anymore. Poor guy, he's so restless and excited for the baby that he's moving furniture. He wants his baby to come!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I got there and they strapped me into all the monitors and checked me. The nurse decided I was almost 3cm. At least these contractions were doing SOMETHING. Ozzy was very sleepy and I felt badly about that. We watched the monitor screens until my doctor came by to see what was going on at a quarter to 7. He said it was good that I was at a 3. The plan was to check just after 7. If I was 4cm, we stay and have a baby. If I was still 3 but in more pain than when I came, we stay another hour. If I was at a 3 with the same pain I came in with, we take drugs, go home, and sleep. This early labor can take forever.
Well, a different nurse came in to check me. She said I was at 3 1/2 cm. Not really fitting with any of our game plans. I was not in more pain than when I came. The funny thing is when she checked me, I bled because, well, people usually don't poke other people's cervixes. She didn't realize it and snapped the glove off. There was blood everywhere. It was funny. And gross. And now Ozzy and I think she's an idiot, so when it's baby time, she better not be one of our nurses!
The other nurse gave me a percosett and sent me home to sleep more and come back if I get really painful labor or if my water breaks.
After Ozzy fed me breakfast, he went to work. He tried to call to check up on me, but I was OUT. I didn't even hear my phone. He got worried and made his sister wake up to come see if I was okay. Luckily another one of his phone calls woke me up and he could tell his sister to go back to sleep. It's crazy right now because I can't feel the contractions. Maybe justa little tightening. Hooray for drugs!
So, now we see if, when the drug wears off, my contractions hurt a lot. If they do, we go back to the hospital. If not, but they still bother me, no biggie. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow morning early and he can decide whether we should go over there and try to have a baby again.
On our way out, this man was calling in at the doors because he was sure his wife was in labor. She was smiling and her hair was done and she was in a dress and heels and had makeup on. They are so getting sent home. In the lobby, a man was bringing his wife in. She was breathing crazy, looked really mad, and her hair and clothes were all messy. She is NOT getting sent home!
Monday, July 14, 2008
My mom scared Ozzy today. She called his phone on accident while he was at work. She never calls his phone, so he was afraid I went to the hospital by myself.
Ozzy is still arresting people like crazy at work. He still loves his job. This is good. He's excited to take time off to spend with the baby and I, though.
That's about all that's new, except I've become a coupon clipper for diapers, wipes, bum cream, bottles, and all things baby. This reminds us of Ozzy's grandma. :)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The doctor says he doesn't know when the baby will decide to come out. It could be any day, or I could end up overdue. We're supposed to get a storm Sunday. Ozzy hopes that makes the baby decide to come out. Everyone pretty much wants him to hurry up and come out and play. I figure I haven't had enough discomfort yet, so he's going to stay in a little while longer. I am getting bored of being a big fat lady. Oh well. Nothing to do but wait, right?
Hey, but look what my Ozzy put on to cheer me up!
Ok, its really for the Scottish Festival we're going to Saturday. Maybe going somewhere a little far from our house will convince the baby to inconvenience us and decide to come so Ozzy can drive like a crazy man in a skirt . . . . KILT (sorry Kevin!)
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
You are probably thinking that this is the most schizophrenic list of tunes you've ever seen, but remember, Ozzy and I worked together to put this together. We both like country, the crazy rock is from him, and the folk music, dance tunes, and classical stuff come from me.
James Taylor popped on when I surfed over here. The song was Copperline. It reminded me of when I was new down here and was invited to go country dancing with some girls in my singles ward. Ozzy was there to teach us all what the heck we were supposed to do. One of the first times I went, they played this song. I was singing along and he noticed. He asked if I knew the song. I guess nobody really knows it that well there. When I said that I love James Taylor, he offered to dance with me. I remember feeling super safe with him. I also remember thinking how I'd fix him up with Mandy Lou . . .
So, each of the songs has background. If you're curious why one is on the list, let us know. We'll explain.
No baby yet. More labor pains. We discovered that tickling gives me contractions. So does Ozzy being a goof and falling off our bed. I had very regular, almost hospital-worthy contractions when I had a nightmare. Well, guess I'm just going to be in labor a while.