Friday, June 24, 2011
So it was a Thursday, the kids had just finished up school the day before and we were off to the mall to get gifts for their teachers. After the mall we stopped off at Wendy's and then headed home so I could get ready and go out with my good friend Jenny. It was Jenny's birthday and we were just going to do a little shopping, get a treat, and chat. Rachel came to babysit and I headed out with Jenny. We went to those cute old houses on Pioneer St. in Draper and looked around. Afterwards we went to Golden Spoon and then took our treat home to eat it. Now at this point I was feeling a little funky. I thought for a moment in the car that I might throw up but that passed. I was having contractions but that wasn't unusual. We took our yogurt to Kathy's house (long story) and sat on her couch eating and chatting. I actually talked about what else I needed for baby, I was not ready. And then the first big contraction hit, my eyes watered and I was like ouch.... and then I had another one. I said to Jenny that I should probably start paying attention to what was happening. So we got up to head to my house which was just across the street. When we walked in the door I felt what I thought was my water breaking. Jenny said no, that's blood hun. So after a quick change and a prayer Jenny and I were off to the hospital. I called Steve to let him know and he met us there just a few minutes after we arrived. So what was the blood about? It kept coming, they were weighing the pads, it was kind of nuts. My doctor arrived, he is amazing and I am grateful for him, he was calm and just great. He told me that my placenta had torn away and that is why I was bleeding so much. He also assured me that I would be fine, the baby was fine, and since I was progressing he wanted to wait and not rush into a C section. The bleeding slowed and pretty much stopped. I got my epidural, yay! My mom, Peter, and Ashley came. We hung out, laughed, listened to a girl go through natural childbirth in the next room (heinous!), teased the nurses, and after 3 hours and 42 minutes from arriving at the hospital I had a baby! So on June 9, 2011 at 6:42 pm our baby boy Owen Benjamin was born! He weighed 6 lbs 10 oz, and was 19 inches long. He was beautiful, perfect, healthy, and so calm. It was such a fun, crazy, exciting day. What a blessing that the bleeding stopped. What a blessing that I was able to have my family there. What a blessing that my dearest friend Jenny could be apart of it (and on her birthday!). What a blessing to have such an awesome husband that is so loving and supportive. What a blessing to have great neighbors that I trust with my kids. And what a blessing to have Owen arrive when he did. I am so grateful for him. He is an angel. When I think of this day I think "that was so fun!".
Monday, June 6, 2011
So today I am 36 weeks and dilated to a 3. I should probably have Steve take a belly shot of me for family history purposes, even though I have a feeling I will not like it. So here I am, the home stretch to my last pregnancy (at least that is my plan!!! no surprises please Lord) It is actually weird to be in this place. I always had in the back of my mind with all my babies "there are more to come" and now that feeling is gone. I feel very blessed and lucky to have the beautiful, crazy, fun, smart kids that I have. I can not wait to meet the caboose, cuz frankly I can feel that this one will be awesome too. I feel ready to be a mom to a baby again, not that I won't be exhausted I'm sure, but it's time. With Andrew 8, Ella 6, and Ivy 3 it is apparent to me that time flies. It has been a goal of mine for the last few years to "live consciously" and not wish away time. I have dear friends that have children that are now leaving the home for college and missions. Watching them has made me realize that these little ones will someday be big and move onto new and exciting things. I look at the family pictures on my wall and try to imagine the next one to join the gang. We'll see how much longer we are gonna have to wait until that happens. I'm hoping not too much longer! Cuz let's be honest, love having the baby, hate being pregnant with the child! xoxo
Friday, June 3, 2011
The other night at baseball Ivy came up to me holding her bum and in a panicked voice said she needed to go potty. So I hobbled with her to the port a potty as quickly as I could and got her on the pot. After she went she looked down and said "my poo looks like mud", ya it was gross. I was glad to get out of that place and back in my seat to finish watching the game. Then on the way home she grabbed her bottom again and said "mom, my bum is being annoying!". Needless to say it was a mad rush to get home.