You get to do LOTS of laundry with a little baby.
While I was folding on our bed I put baby girl in front of me and just had to put the piles around her. She was so cute just watchin mommy!
While I was folding on our bed I put baby girl in front of me and just had to put the piles around her. She was so cute just watchin mommy!
Picture taken 12/4/2011
Let me tell you a story. It's a LONG story and I want to give as much detail as possible so I will tell the story in phases. To benefit you (and my arthritic hands).
The story of our baby girls birth. I don't want to forget a moment of it, so I must document it.
For about 4 weeks before the due date of our little girl our doctor had been telling me that she hoped I went into labor soon due to the size of the growing little babe in my belly. She had been measuring big, about 2 weeks bigger than she should have been. The doctor even suggested we strip my membranes to help move the labor process along. She did this 3 times. It did NOT help put me into labor. Just a few contractions here and there.
Friday September 30th was my last doctors appointment. The doctor told me that today should be my last day of work. It became surreal when I told my employers and sent an email to everyone letting them know that my maternity leave had officially begun.
The next day (Saturday 10/1), Kris had to go to a work convention in downtown Boise. In hopes to get my labor to start I decided to do my favorite Saturday morning activity, garage selling. I hit the jackpot and found so many great deals. Of course, me and my huge belly walking around caused some looks and lots of questions asking when I was due. I told them in 2 days. They all couldn't believe I was out looking at other peoples junk. At about 9:30am I found a house that was selling the most adorable girls clothes for $.50 each. I was so excited. I tried to have some self control and only picked out about 20 items. During my scavenger hunt through the clothes, I dropped a shirt. I bent down and when I stood back up with the shirt in my hand, I thought to myself "oh crap, I just peed my pants." My friends, this has happened before during my pregnancy. Sometimes, a little "dribble" would come out courtesy of the babe. So, I hurried and paid the fine lady and ran to my car. I sat down and looked (ok, I felt my crotch because I couldn't see it, obviously) and it was pretty damp. Could this be my water breaking? As I started to drive away I called Kris. I told him "I think my water just broke!" He couldn't believe it. I told him to stand by and I would rush home to confirm.
After all, it could just be my poor bladder out of control.
When I got home I pulled up to the house and got out. I don't know how else to explain it but a RUSH of water flowed out. I KNEW this had to be my water breaking. I called Kris to confirm my suspicion and asked him if he wanted to come home or meet me at the hospital (since he was already there at the conference)? He being the wonderful man he is told me he would rush home and get me. I then did what any normal technology addicted mother would do. I posted "My water just broke! We are having a baby today" on Facebook. The I called my momma (or did I call my Mom first...I don't remember) and yelled "MY WATER BROKE" followed by a scream on the other end. I got my butt in the shower because I didn't want to have yucky unwashed hair in all the delivery pictures. While I was in the shower I heard the voice of my mother-in-law Dee. She said "Steph, Kris called us to come check on you"
After I got out of the shower I had to go get a towel to put under me while I got ready to go because...the water did NOT stop coming. I would have a little rush here and a little rush there. It was a very odd feeling. While I was brushing my hair, Kris got home. I still don't know how he got home so fast. He rushes in the bathroom and says "What are you doing??? We have to go!!!" I told him to just calm down a little bit. I wasn't in any pain yet and we needed to keep calm. I told him that this whole process needed to be calm and collected. I didn't want to freak out and make the pain worse. So, I put on a little make-up and put my hair back. Kris made sure that the hospital bag was packed (we learned later that we didn't pack him enough clothes...lesson learned for the next time). He got the baby bag ready and the car seat in the car and put a towel on the passenger side seat for his waterfall of a wife. We took some pictures kissed his parents and we were off to the hospital.
The contractions started while we were driving. They were not too painful yet but just a little uncomfortable. When we finally got to the hospital after having to take some detours due to construction AND a marathon going on downtown, Kris dropped me off at the front door. I stood there for a while and the contractions started to become and little more intense and the water kept on-a-flowin. I was slightly embarrassed and I felt like everyone was looking at me.
When we got to the hospital we knew exactly where to go thanks to the hospital tour we took about a month prior. We checked in and I got to give a urine sample and then strip down to get checked. The nurse told me that a lot of women come into the hospital thinking that their water broke, but it really hadn't. Well...let me just tell you that there was NO doubt that my water broke. I am pretty sure a janitor had to come and clean the floors in my room after we left because I dribbled water everywhere!! (listen...if you read my blog we are PAST the point of TMI). As I was waiting for my nurse to come and get me to take me to my own personal room where I would deliver my contractions started to become stronger and all Kris and I could do was smile. This was crazy. We were here. AT. THE. HOSPITAL!!!
My nurse came in and was so sweet and bubbly! I was excited to get a nurse that seemed excited to take care of us and make this experience the best possible. She asked me if I could walk to my room and I said "yep!". As we were walking the strongest contraction I had yet came and I had to pause from walking. It seemed like we were in the middle of a movie. It just didn't seem real.
The story of our baby girls birth. I don't want to forget a moment of it, so I must document it.
For about 4 weeks before the due date of our little girl our doctor had been telling me that she hoped I went into labor soon due to the size of the growing little babe in my belly. She had been measuring big, about 2 weeks bigger than she should have been. The doctor even suggested we strip my membranes to help move the labor process along. She did this 3 times. It did NOT help put me into labor. Just a few contractions here and there.
Friday September 30th was my last doctors appointment. The doctor told me that today should be my last day of work. It became surreal when I told my employers and sent an email to everyone letting them know that my maternity leave had officially begun.
The next day (Saturday 10/1), Kris had to go to a work convention in downtown Boise. In hopes to get my labor to start I decided to do my favorite Saturday morning activity, garage selling. I hit the jackpot and found so many great deals. Of course, me and my huge belly walking around caused some looks and lots of questions asking when I was due. I told them in 2 days. They all couldn't believe I was out looking at other peoples junk. At about 9:30am I found a house that was selling the most adorable girls clothes for $.50 each. I was so excited. I tried to have some self control and only picked out about 20 items. During my scavenger hunt through the clothes, I dropped a shirt. I bent down and when I stood back up with the shirt in my hand, I thought to myself "oh crap, I just peed my pants." My friends, this has happened before during my pregnancy. Sometimes, a little "dribble" would come out courtesy of the babe. So, I hurried and paid the fine lady and ran to my car. I sat down and looked (ok, I felt my crotch because I couldn't see it, obviously) and it was pretty damp. Could this be my water breaking? As I started to drive away I called Kris. I told him "I think my water just broke!" He couldn't believe it. I told him to stand by and I would rush home to confirm.
After all, it could just be my poor bladder out of control.
When I got home I pulled up to the house and got out. I don't know how else to explain it but a RUSH of water flowed out. I KNEW this had to be my water breaking. I called Kris to confirm my suspicion and asked him if he wanted to come home or meet me at the hospital (since he was already there at the conference)? He being the wonderful man he is told me he would rush home and get me. I then did what any normal technology addicted mother would do. I posted "My water just broke! We are having a baby today" on Facebook. The I called my momma (or did I call my Mom first...I don't remember) and yelled "MY WATER BROKE" followed by a scream on the other end. I got my butt in the shower because I didn't want to have yucky unwashed hair in all the delivery pictures. While I was in the shower I heard the voice of my mother-in-law Dee. She said "Steph, Kris called us to come check on you"
After I got out of the shower I had to go get a towel to put under me while I got ready to go because...the water did NOT stop coming. I would have a little rush here and a little rush there. It was a very odd feeling. While I was brushing my hair, Kris got home. I still don't know how he got home so fast. He rushes in the bathroom and says "What are you doing??? We have to go!!!" I told him to just calm down a little bit. I wasn't in any pain yet and we needed to keep calm. I told him that this whole process needed to be calm and collected. I didn't want to freak out and make the pain worse. So, I put on a little make-up and put my hair back. Kris made sure that the hospital bag was packed (we learned later that we didn't pack him enough clothes...lesson learned for the next time). He got the baby bag ready and the car seat in the car and put a towel on the passenger side seat for his waterfall of a wife. We took some pictures kissed his parents and we were off to the hospital.
The contractions started while we were driving. They were not too painful yet but just a little uncomfortable. When we finally got to the hospital after having to take some detours due to construction AND a marathon going on downtown, Kris dropped me off at the front door. I stood there for a while and the contractions started to become and little more intense and the water kept on-a-flowin. I was slightly embarrassed and I felt like everyone was looking at me.
When we got to the hospital we knew exactly where to go thanks to the hospital tour we took about a month prior. We checked in and I got to give a urine sample and then strip down to get checked. The nurse told me that a lot of women come into the hospital thinking that their water broke, but it really hadn't. Well...let me just tell you that there was NO doubt that my water broke. I am pretty sure a janitor had to come and clean the floors in my room after we left because I dribbled water everywhere!! (listen...if you read my blog we are PAST the point of TMI). As I was waiting for my nurse to come and get me to take me to my own personal room where I would deliver my contractions started to become stronger and all Kris and I could do was smile. This was crazy. We were here. AT. THE. HOSPITAL!!!
My nurse came in and was so sweet and bubbly! I was excited to get a nurse that seemed excited to take care of us and make this experience the best possible. She asked me if I could walk to my room and I said "yep!". As we were walking the strongest contraction I had yet came and I had to pause from walking. It seemed like we were in the middle of a movie. It just didn't seem real.
Wishing you a VERY happy Wednesday!
xoxo
A.C.
We are just loving this girl more and more every day.
Picture taken 11/7/11
Picture taken 11/7/11
Picture taken 11/16/11
Avery just adores her Dad. She will sit there and just stare at him and smile. Just the sound of his voice seems to sooth her and make her happy. When he comes home at the end of the day she just lights up.
She also loves to just hang out in his arms and watch football with him. I am afraid this little girl already has her dad wrapped around her finger...
Picture taken 11/20/11
For Avery's first Halloween we didn't do much. We dressed her up and hung out with Nana and Papa at their house. We made pumpkin donuts and passed out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Oh, and she hung out in momma's sling.
Isn't she the cutest little leopard EVER?!
Isn't she the cutest little leopard EVER?!
