And we meet again.
Can I start off by saying that it drives me totally bananas that the date on this thing isn't centered over this whole post? Because I just did, and it does drive me bonkers. I'm sure I can probably change it, but since I'm not super tech savvy, I have no idea how to even do that. I mean, I struggled trying to figure out how to change things on here this time, and last time...what makes me think I could figure something like that out? Oh yea, I can't.
Surprise, surprise, it's been four months since I've posted anything. So much has happened since then, it's been like a whirlwind. Honestly, I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I knew I'd love my kid, but I never honestly thought I could love someone so tiny so incredibly much. I mean, I thought I blew my socks off after Steven and I got married because I love him more and more as every day passes. But this little guy? He's been in my life for like 2 weeks, and I already ache thinking about when he's going to be all grown up and fall in love with the girl he ends up marrying. But thank goodness I get him for at least the next 18 years of his life. I never planned on spoiling him with frivolous things, but I do plan on spoiling him rotten with some sweet lovins (yes, I know that's not a word, get over it).
I think becoming a mom is something you'll never really get used to because things are constantly changing every day, and you're always learning something new. I thought I learned how not to get peed on, but then it happened 3 other times, and we through a poop in there once just for giggles (yea, I wasn't really laughing). Obviously, I still have a lot to learn in that department, but we're doing fine for right now. I do feel much better now though knowing that I've already gone through labor once. I know I can definitely do it again, especially if my delivery goes how it went this past time. At first, I originally thought that Noah would come before my due date--like, I was almost positive he would. But as time got closer and closer, I realized he definitely wasn't going to come early! Steven said Punkin' would wait until one day later, just to spite me, and he ended up being right (don't you hate it when that happens???). We went to our last doctor's appointment on my due date, the 16th of April, and we were just hoping that I had made some kind of progress. I mean, we had just gone that Friday (the 12th) and I wasn't doing anything at all--no dilating, no effacing, nada--which was kind of disheartening. The doctor ended up telling us that I was 1-2 cm dilated, and 80-90% effaced. I didn't know what it all meant, but he told us that he could schedule me to be induced on Thursday (the 16th was a Tuesday), but he was pretty sure I would go either that night or the next day. Panic, freak out mode ensues. At that point, reality hit, and I realized we were about to have this little nugget. I was about to be responsible for a tiny little human, and that's a scary, scary thought--not because I was afraid I couldn't do it, but just because that's an area of life that I know little to nothing about, and I was about to be thrown to the lions.
Everyone told me I would just KNOW when I was in labor. Well, it clearly was not that obvious to me. Call me a little slow, but it didn't really dawn on me that I was in active labor. I had to call the doctor to ask what the criteria was to start moseying on to the hospital. I was trying to make myself fit the exact numbers that he told me--contractions every 4-5 minutes, lasting 60-80 seconds, for one hour--and I was outside of those numbers, so being the genius that I clearly am, I figured it was just a mental thing that I was going through and that I didn't need to head to the hospital. Wanna know my numbers that I wrote down? I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes, lasting waaaaaaaay more than 60 seconds, for an hour. I mean, why did I not think I was in labor? I really can't answer that. Mama recognized it immediately when I called her and in the 7 minute conversation I had had 3 contractions. Her thoughts? "Why the heck are you on the phone with me right now?? Call the hospital you nut!" So, we headed on to labor and delivery and the nurse who saw us first was pretty confident that I was going to be admitted, so we went ahead and signed my life away on all of the hospital papers. When the doctor got there to check me, I was 100% effaced, and like 3-4 cm dilated so they went ahead and got my room ready for me. At this point, my contractions were pretty evil and I waited, and waited to get my epidural because I didn't want to be a pansy! At the point where I decided I really just couldn't handle it anymore, I asked for it. The room was entirely too quiet for my likings because Steven, mama, and my sister were all just watching my contractions on the screen, and I just wanted to feel like a normal human being again. The epidural, which I was terrified of getting, was actually not bad at all. I hate needles. I hate the thought of needles. But I honestly didn't feel a thing. The IV that they had in my hand hurt way worse. Seriously, minus the contractions, the IV was the worst part of the whole experience. And when they went to put in the catheter, they couldn't. Why? Because there was a little noggin' in the way. And when they checked me, they realized this nugget was about to pop. Perhaps if they had checked me prior to getting the epidural, they wouldn't have let me get it. Oh well though, because after that epidural, it was seriously a FUN time. Tons of laughter and jokes were being thrown around, and the hospital staff said they wished every delivery went like that! Mama and Pinky got more than they bargained for because they got stuck in the room with us. Mama was in a wheelchair, and they rolled all the carts in there preparing for delivery and she had no room to roll out. My sister's face went from happy excited to, you've got to be kidding me when she found out she wasn't leaving the room. At 8:30 we were admitted to the hospital, and at 1:23 am on the 17th of April, we had little Noah! The relief after that was amazing.
Can I just brag on hubby for a moment? I honestly don't know how I would have gotten through delivery without him. He was such an amazing "coach," which is really funny considering that I told him he would never be my coach because we just butt heads too much with it (this is all about running of course). He kept me so calm and focused on what I needed to do and he made me not feel scared at all. Even though I know he was absolutely terrified himself, he never showed it once. Honestly, he talked to me like I was running a race, which I think really helped because the sound and thought of racing is so comforting to me. I don't know how single people go through something like that without anyone at all. I feel so blessed to have someone like him in my life to get me through tough things like that. If you're single and have had a kid all on your own, more power to you--you're much stronger than I am, because I would have been such a wuss.
I feel so incredibly blessed to be a mom--which is still so strange for me to say! I mean, I'm only 23, and most of my friends are still not married, and most of them don't have kids, so it makes me feel kind of like an old lady to say "Hi, I'm a mom." But, that's okay, I'll take it.
Surprise, surprise, it's been four months since I've posted anything. So much has happened since then, it's been like a whirlwind. Honestly, I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I knew I'd love my kid, but I never honestly thought I could love someone so tiny so incredibly much. I mean, I thought I blew my socks off after Steven and I got married because I love him more and more as every day passes. But this little guy? He's been in my life for like 2 weeks, and I already ache thinking about when he's going to be all grown up and fall in love with the girl he ends up marrying. But thank goodness I get him for at least the next 18 years of his life. I never planned on spoiling him with frivolous things, but I do plan on spoiling him rotten with some sweet lovins (yes, I know that's not a word, get over it).
I think becoming a mom is something you'll never really get used to because things are constantly changing every day, and you're always learning something new. I thought I learned how not to get peed on, but then it happened 3 other times, and we through a poop in there once just for giggles (yea, I wasn't really laughing). Obviously, I still have a lot to learn in that department, but we're doing fine for right now. I do feel much better now though knowing that I've already gone through labor once. I know I can definitely do it again, especially if my delivery goes how it went this past time. At first, I originally thought that Noah would come before my due date--like, I was almost positive he would. But as time got closer and closer, I realized he definitely wasn't going to come early! Steven said Punkin' would wait until one day later, just to spite me, and he ended up being right (don't you hate it when that happens???). We went to our last doctor's appointment on my due date, the 16th of April, and we were just hoping that I had made some kind of progress. I mean, we had just gone that Friday (the 12th) and I wasn't doing anything at all--no dilating, no effacing, nada--which was kind of disheartening. The doctor ended up telling us that I was 1-2 cm dilated, and 80-90% effaced. I didn't know what it all meant, but he told us that he could schedule me to be induced on Thursday (the 16th was a Tuesday), but he was pretty sure I would go either that night or the next day. Panic, freak out mode ensues. At that point, reality hit, and I realized we were about to have this little nugget. I was about to be responsible for a tiny little human, and that's a scary, scary thought--not because I was afraid I couldn't do it, but just because that's an area of life that I know little to nothing about, and I was about to be thrown to the lions.
Everyone told me I would just KNOW when I was in labor. Well, it clearly was not that obvious to me. Call me a little slow, but it didn't really dawn on me that I was in active labor. I had to call the doctor to ask what the criteria was to start moseying on to the hospital. I was trying to make myself fit the exact numbers that he told me--contractions every 4-5 minutes, lasting 60-80 seconds, for one hour--and I was outside of those numbers, so being the genius that I clearly am, I figured it was just a mental thing that I was going through and that I didn't need to head to the hospital. Wanna know my numbers that I wrote down? I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes, lasting waaaaaaaay more than 60 seconds, for an hour. I mean, why did I not think I was in labor? I really can't answer that. Mama recognized it immediately when I called her and in the 7 minute conversation I had had 3 contractions. Her thoughts? "Why the heck are you on the phone with me right now?? Call the hospital you nut!" So, we headed on to labor and delivery and the nurse who saw us first was pretty confident that I was going to be admitted, so we went ahead and signed my life away on all of the hospital papers. When the doctor got there to check me, I was 100% effaced, and like 3-4 cm dilated so they went ahead and got my room ready for me. At this point, my contractions were pretty evil and I waited, and waited to get my epidural because I didn't want to be a pansy! At the point where I decided I really just couldn't handle it anymore, I asked for it. The room was entirely too quiet for my likings because Steven, mama, and my sister were all just watching my contractions on the screen, and I just wanted to feel like a normal human being again. The epidural, which I was terrified of getting, was actually not bad at all. I hate needles. I hate the thought of needles. But I honestly didn't feel a thing. The IV that they had in my hand hurt way worse. Seriously, minus the contractions, the IV was the worst part of the whole experience. And when they went to put in the catheter, they couldn't. Why? Because there was a little noggin' in the way. And when they checked me, they realized this nugget was about to pop. Perhaps if they had checked me prior to getting the epidural, they wouldn't have let me get it. Oh well though, because after that epidural, it was seriously a FUN time. Tons of laughter and jokes were being thrown around, and the hospital staff said they wished every delivery went like that! Mama and Pinky got more than they bargained for because they got stuck in the room with us. Mama was in a wheelchair, and they rolled all the carts in there preparing for delivery and she had no room to roll out. My sister's face went from happy excited to, you've got to be kidding me when she found out she wasn't leaving the room. At 8:30 we were admitted to the hospital, and at 1:23 am on the 17th of April, we had little Noah! The relief after that was amazing.
Can I just brag on hubby for a moment? I honestly don't know how I would have gotten through delivery without him. He was such an amazing "coach," which is really funny considering that I told him he would never be my coach because we just butt heads too much with it (this is all about running of course). He kept me so calm and focused on what I needed to do and he made me not feel scared at all. Even though I know he was absolutely terrified himself, he never showed it once. Honestly, he talked to me like I was running a race, which I think really helped because the sound and thought of racing is so comforting to me. I don't know how single people go through something like that without anyone at all. I feel so blessed to have someone like him in my life to get me through tough things like that. If you're single and have had a kid all on your own, more power to you--you're much stronger than I am, because I would have been such a wuss.
I feel so incredibly blessed to be a mom--which is still so strange for me to say! I mean, I'm only 23, and most of my friends are still not married, and most of them don't have kids, so it makes me feel kind of like an old lady to say "Hi, I'm a mom." But, that's okay, I'll take it.
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