Birth Story: Part 3

This is the final installation of the three part story, that is Olive's birth. :) Nothing like 5 months later...

After the actual laboring and birthing, we get to all the oohing and awing that I did. Also, I should really discuss the pain I felt afterward as well. To be honest though, I have forgotten most of it. I waited too long and those memories are fading. They always say that it's the easiest pain to forget and "they" sure are right! Although every time I hear someone say that, I think of my Granny. She had a ten pound baby (my dad) all natural back in 1960. Then, she was bedridden for four days after. I'm sure her pain was a little harder to forget than mine...

Dad, have you thanked Granny lately? You totally should! In fact, your birthday is this Saturday. You should tell her "thank you!"

Anyway,  I will tell you that the night after Olive's birth, I was so thirsty. I hadn't drank anything in over 24 hours; I had only had one cup of ice and nothing else. Plus, I had lost a reasonable amount of blood with the surgery. I begged for something to drink and couldn't have it...darn! The next morning I scarfed down my breakfast and started drinking. But, I was way too into holding Olive and just looking at her to be overly hungry.

I have several, several, pictures like this. I apparently stared at her...a lot. But, I'm sure other mothers can attest. Seeing their face for the first time, that little miracle, is simply amazing. I couldn't get enough!

As the day went on, my blood pressure kept getting really low and they asked me to drink more water. Ugh, the irony. I was slightly annoyed. It went from "can't drink anything" to "drink more."

It was about 14 hours after surgery that I got to take off my massage "booties." Those things were amazing! I loved them. Once they were off, I got my catheter out. Uncomfortable! But, I could get up now! At first, I felt pretty good. Not too much pain. It seriously took over 24 hours before all of the spinal had worn off and I started to really feel the pain. It was worse than a vaginally delivery, for me. When my bladder would get full, I had a lot of pain on the incision. When I would go pee, then it wasn't as bad. So, I kept running to and from the restroom, or rather shuffling to and from. It sure was different than what I had experienced before. Pain in a completely different place, but still all of the gross discomfort...if you women know what I mean.

I really didn't mind though. I was completely on cloud nine. I seriously was on a high. I didn't get irritated at all and was just as happy as I could be. It was different than with Lucy. Perhaps my body has changed, or I have...something like that. The high lasted until, well, basically until I went back to work. Whomp, whomp. I won't beat that dead horse, so moving on...

Lucy came to visit and spent most of the second day with us. She loved seeing her new, baby sister.

She even held her for photos. When someone would talk to her, she would stick her fingers to her lips and tell us that her baby sister was sleeping. :) She's a great big sister!

The day we got out of the hospital, Lucy was there again. We wanted to make sure we got to experience these things as a family!


Then, it started. Olive was upset. I had to feed her before we hit the road. We sat the girls down to take this photo, and Lucy pooped her pants - more delay. They were breaking us in right away, to having two! That is alright though. Cloud nine...

I was welcomed home to this wonderful display my mom and sister put together - presents for all!

 

Oh boy, now that I've waited 5 months, this post is giving me baby fever. No way, Jose. We really would need a van then!

The rest is wonderful, laid-back, best baby in the world, knock-on-wood, history. :)

27 is the New Cool

I'm getting old.

I literally feel it. No - I'm not talking about my achy bones, my need for more fiber in my diet, or the wrinkles on my forehead. Although, my hip does hurt sometimes, fiber would do me some good, and my forehead is totally wrinkling. But, that is all beside the point.

I look at Lucy and Olive. Lucy is almost three. I. Am. Getting. Old.

I'm a mother of two. I am co-raising two children. We are talking about getting a minivan. I seriously wake up in the morning and think about what would be comfortable and sensible to wear, not what would look best.

I remember being a little kid and celebrating my dad's 30th birthday. Was that young in my eyes? No. Do I ever remember a time that I thought my parents were young? Never.

But, to a 4 year old, 30 is old. No offense, Dad.

So, I have decided instead of being all complainy, which is easy to do, I would celebrate being "old." What makes being (almost) 27 cool? Well, let me tell you...

1) I can tell you when a storm is coming because my hip aches, like arthritis or something.

2) I can dress up for an 80s party based on memory, not pictures from the internet.

3) I can sing songs from the early 2000s in the hall at work, and I'm the only one who knows all the lyrics.

4) My cell phone is not always in my hand. Therefore, if I am slow replying to texts, I can't be blamed.

5) If I'm out past midnight on the weekend, and get pulled over, it's no automatically assumed that I'm coming home from a party.

6) I drive a "family vehicle" and never get pulled over (knock on wood).

7) I get to plan all the meals of the household. What's for dinner? Whatever I want to cook...

8) I get to finally share my worldly wisdom with teenagers. And, they roll their eyes at me, just the same..

9) Heath lets me spend more money on makeup, push-up bras, and tanning lotion since I'm basically falling apart.

10) I am finally in tune with the news and pop culture enough that I get all (or most) of the jokes on Saturday Night Live.

11) Heath and I can basically be as careless as we want with birth control. Not that we want a third necessarily, or right now for the matter. But, it's not like we're too young, or too old. It's like Goldilocks; my age is "just right."

12) I appreciate how fast the internet is today. When I was 15, I used dial-up to download songs from Napster!

13) I have become supernatural. I have the ability to kiss boo-boos and cure them instantly, I can look at food and gain weight, and my body can sense when it's out of caffeine.

14) When I talk about my "high school days," I'm no longer lame. It's me being nostalgic.

15) Let be honest, stubbing your toe just doesn't hurt quite as bad. Or, perhaps it's being able to cuss at the top of your lungs that relieves all that pain...hmmm...

Now, don't you wish you were 27? It's pretty damn cool.

Lucy-isms

Heath and Lucy were brushing their teeth. Heath, finishes, and then flosses his teeth. When Lucy finished brushing hers, he asks:

"You want me to floss'em?" 

 Her response:

"Mine are awesome too."

Dear...

Dear Readers...I promise, I will totally get back into the hang of things here pretty soon. Tell my hubby that I need a netbook, or a keyboard for the girls' ipad, or something of the sort. :)

Dear Lucy...you have to do nothing more in the mornings than to just look at me, to brighten my day. Your bed-head is enough to make me smile.

Dear Winter...where is the snow? I work at an educational institution. Therefore, you are to give me at least one snow day a year. Is that too much to ask? Come on Jack Frost! Help me out!

Dear Chico...sorry, bud. Olive isn't eating solids yet. It's going to be a while before food gets thrown from the highchair. 

Dear 2012...thank you so much for giving me my second baby girl; but, seriously, you could have kept that extra 30 lbs. (I miss warm, chocolate-chip cookies straight from the oven. Mmmm...)

Dear Lucy...I love that you throw yourself up against the wall, when I ask you to pose for a picture - so, so dramatic.


Dear Doctors and Nurses...thank you. Thank the Lord that someone around here doesn't mind blood, or other bodily functions, and isn't a creeper at the same time.


Dear Walmart...although it appears that you are taking all of our money...

 

every time I price match and use coupons, I feel like I gain a little bit back. Muah-ha-ha.

 

Yes. That is $300. I am that crazy lady at Walmart who should really be using two carts. However, I usually only make one trip a month! And, diapers and formula are expensive...bah...

Dear Christmas stuff that still isn't put away...I love you; I promise. I'm just lazy...er...I mean sidetracked...and haven't put you away yet. It's nothing personal.

Dear Lucy...you think Olive doesn't sit still? You should try doing your hair!

Dear Hunny...I sure do love you.

Have a wonderful weekend, all! :)