Friday Tidbits

Better late than never, eh?

My plan for today’s post was supposed to be “a day in the life”. I picked a random day this week (Wed) and wrote down everything that happened. The good, the bad, the ugly…

Turns out on Wed, there was a whole lot of ugly. So much so, I thought you might not believe me. Maybe I’ll still write that post when I’m a little stronger.

But for today, how about a cute baby pic to take you into the weekend? Here is a side by side of Amelie and Hubs.

You can tell she’s definitely Daddy’s girl!

Oh, baby!

Y’all, here it is, Amelie Quinn’s birth story. It’s not overly dramatic. May I tell you about it anyway? It involves bodily fluids (duh) so if that gives you the heebie jeebies, you’ve been warned.

April 11th began like every other day with an early morning trip to the potty. I stumbled around in the dark like I always do and got on with my tinkle business. I was just about ready to crawl back into bed when a funny feeling made me hesitate. This is may be disgusting but I don’t flush in the middle of the night. It’s futile since I’m usually back in there within two hours and the flushing would wake Hubs. So, I padded back to the bathroom and flipped on the light. There was blood in the toilet and lots of it.

Now, it isn’t uncommon to have a little “bloody show” before labor. I wasn’t in pain but things didn’t “feel” right. I roused Hubs. It was 4.45am.

We called in and waited for a doctor to call us back. In the meantime, we both got up and dressed. I sipped on orange juice and started to feel nervous. Turns out, my own doctor was the lucky lady on call that night and she advised us to head to the hospital so she could check things out in person. I asked Hubs to load up our hospital bag just in case.

I’m glad I did.

Just before we left, I snapped a quick pic of my baby bump. Turns out, it would be my last one. *sniffles*

We dropped our taxes in the mail and headed into the hospital, which is only a short drive from our house. In the car ride over, I noticed I was having strong-ish menstrual-like cramps. Was I in labor???

(Yep.)

I was admitted to triage and got hooked up to the monitors while we waited for my doctor to check in. Baby Girl was doing fine, her little heart pounding away (big-sigh-of-relief) and I was indeed having contractions.

Miraculously, I had my 39 week baby bump post already written so Hubs uploaded the pic from that morning and published it right from the triage room. How’s that for being a hard core blogger lady?

My doctor arrived a while later (she had just gotten out of surgery) and checked me over to figure out why I was bleeding so much. I was only 3cm dilated and 70% effaced but she suspected a partial placenta abruption: where the placenta tears away from the uterine wall prematurely. That’s bad because the baby gets her nutrients (like oxygen) from the placenta. You don’t want your baby going without oxygen.

We had two options:

  1.  I could continue to labor on my own while being closely monitored. The moment the baby feels any distress, they would perform an emergency c-section.
  2.  I could get the c-section immediately. My doctor was already there. The anesthesiologist was ready to go. Plus, it was perfect timing since I hadn’t eaten anything yet besides a swig of orange juice hours earlier.

Hubs and I discussed. Obviously I wanted to labor in hopes of going about this the natural way. But since I was only 3cm dilated, it was possible that I could labor for a day or more and still end up with the c-section if Baby Girl was struggling. It seemed silly to put her at risk when something was clearly wrong with my placenta. I let go of my ego (of course I cried) and we prepared ourselves to have a baby that morning.

(My boobs actually leaked milk after writing that last sentence!)

They wheeled me into the OR and suddenly I was scared. I know, lots of ladies have had c-sections. My own mother did over 30 years ago. But the thought of having a baby cut out of my body is not something I had given much thought to until I was lying in that bed. And that thought is CREEPY.

(Doesn’t it look like I’m being wheeled in at like 30 mph?)

The anesthesiologist had me slurp down a super sour drink to stop my bowels (more on that later) and then I sat with my legs dangling off the side of the bed so he could administer the spinal tap. I just laid my head on my nurse’s chest while she held me. (NURSES ARE THE BEST). Pretty soon, I was still awake but completely numb from the chest down. They slipped in a catheter (how fun!) and finally I was prepped to meet my little lady.

The c-section went quickly. I was overwhelmed and couldn’t see anything anyway, so I mostly kept my eyes closed.

They had me cut open and Amelie pulled out within 6 minutes! At 10.01am, Amelie Quinn was “on the outside”. (She was not thrilled).

I could hear her but it took a few minutes before I could meet her. She was so little – almost exactly 6lbs.

Hubs brought her over and she looked right at me.

Our first meeting was not what I expected. I thought my heart would burst into itty bitties and be replaced by a whole planet worth of love for this wrinkly, swollen, smushed-nose person. But instead?

A curiosity.

Who are you? What are you all about? Now that we’re a team – a family – what’s that going to be like, you know? I think she was wondering the same thing about me.

Hubs followed Amelie to the nursery while my doctors sewed me up – which took about 45 minutes. I stayed quiet and rested.

But my bowels DID NOT STAY QUIET. The doctors were cordially chatting away when they were interrupted by the loudest, juiciest, most disgusting fart you could ever imagine. The room hushed into an embarrassed giggle.  One of the doctors jokingly took the blame. Since I could feel nothing (nor see), it took a minute to register that…it was me?

“Umm, Doctor? Did I just fart during my c-section?!?” I asked, appalled.

“Yeah, we’re not sure if it was from your anus or your insides. People poop and stuff during labor all of the time so don’t worry!”

You’re not sure if it was from my anus or my insides? Did it smell as horrendous as it sounded? Ohmygod?

I had to close my eyes and pretend it didn’t happen. As it would go, all sense of modesty would get thrown right out the window over the next four days anyway. Do you want to hear about it or have you had enough?

 

Get in My Belly: Dill Cucumber Toasties

What’s not classy? Showing someone your c-section scar over Facetime.

What’s classy? THESE toasties. They are so delicious and would be great to serve at a shower or brunch or…ANYTIME.

Ingredients:

  • block of softened cream cheese
  • package of dry Italian seasoning mix
  • 1/2 C mayo
  • 1 cucumber, sliced  (see? it’s healthy!)
  • 1 french baguette cut into rounds
  • dried dill (or fresh if you roll that way)

*You could serve these on crackers instead of french bread.

Instructions:

  1. Mix cream cheese, seasoning, and mayo.
  2. Spread onto rounds of baguette.
  3. Top with cucumber slices.
  4. Adorn with dill and you’re DONE.

*claps hands*

Friday Tidbits

Sorry, I know it’s Saturday. It’s my MO now: perpetually late, dazed and inefficient.

Yesterday was a sweet day. I got a chance to connect with an old friend via Facetime. We talked and cried about Mommyhood while breastfeeding, diaper changing, and snuggling our babies.  My little lady finally got to meet Emily’s little lady, Clara.  It’s true -many states separate them but I can’t help but hope they cultivate a close friendship.

Although Amelie’s first impression did not get us off to a great start.

She slept through most of the interaction until she puked.

Mad Money

Money has been on my (mad) mind a bit…you know, now that I’m rockin’ the stay-at-home-mommy gig. I thought I’d start a running conversation about some ways I am trying to cut spending, save greenbacks, but still live life in between.

Today’s topic: Last time we chatted about budgeting but today’s topic is WAY less complicated than that. Like, it’s stupidly simple but I figured it was still worth a mention. You can decide if that’s actually true…

Remember way back, over two years ago, when I declared my cessation from buying craft supplies? Well, I’m still staying true to that promise. Admittedly, I’ve bought sheets of felt and a few cheap supplies for Christmas gifts (for this and this) but I have resisted the temptation to buy extraneous goodies for my bin. I’ve been very good! *pats back*

What does this have to do with saving money, outside of using stuff up? As you know, the only crafting I do is make cards. I never buy store bought ones even though I am a *serious* paper goods admirer. Instead, I whip up a bunch of handmade ones at a time to use throughout the year for birthdays, thank yous, etc. They are far from fancy:

Recently, I’ve been keeping track of the gifts we’ve received for Miss Amelie in a spreadsheet so I can stay organized. It was then I realized just how much I have to be thankful for. I’ve written 80 thank you cards between my showers and the gifts people have dropped off or shipped to us just in the last few months!

I KNOW. I’m so spoiled. That’s a lot of thank you cards.

By using what I have instead of buying packs of new cards, I figured I’ve saved a good hunk of cash. I recognize these cards weren’t free to make even though it feels like it now since I haven’t bought new supplies in over two years. But truthfully, it wouldn’t take that much money up front to get started on making your own cards if you wanted to do the same. Beware, this IS a hobby that could easily get expensive if you start collecting cutters, stamps, decals and the like. I try to keep my cards super simple, almost formulaic. I have even been known to recycle parts of cards I’ve received because it pains me to just toss adorable paper goods in the trash.

I did have to buy a 100-pack of white envelopes from Amazon but I believe it’s still saving me money in the long run. Hubs will even dive into the bin to make me cards for our special events like anniversaries, birthdays, Valentines, etc. Sweet, huh?

Best of all, making cards a pastime I really enjoy. So it’s a double win!

Any little things you’re doing to save money but still have a grand old time doing it?

Friday Tidbits

Many apologies for my tardiness, my computer time is limited these days…

In other news, my little lady is doing a great job packing on the chub, she’s sleeping for longer stretches only during the day (oy), and showing us her “personality” in the evenings, which keeps us all very worn out. But isn’t she cute?

Keep on keepin’ on, good friends!

 

Raves & Faves: APRIL

Here is my Top 7 (yes, 7) list of April loves. In other words, another chance to List thing-ys. *claps*

1. My iPhone. I’m far from techie but having my iPhone so I could quickly access email, Facebook, my blog and Instagram was so nice – especially during those lonely nights when Amelie and I were trying to figure out breastfeeding in the hospital and these first few weeks at home. I’ve grown quite adept at texting, emailing and Facebooking with one hand in the dark. I’m adding that to my long list of talents!

2. Everyone needs a guilty pleasure and mine is Bruno Mars. Normally I’d scoff at cheesy lyrics, but his voice always manages to reel me in…like this one. *sigh*

3. Our friends and neighbors who brought us FOOD after we got home from the hospital. Our neighborhood set up a schedule to drop off dishes. Why, oh why, didn’t I do this for my friends that had babies!?! It’s a damn luxury, I tell ya.

4. EYE CREAM. This is the one I’m using currently:

Life with a newborn, do I need to say more?

5. My 34th birthday (whoa, how did I get so old?)! My big bash took us to Target, where I picked out some clothes while Hubs and Amelie shopped for groceries. Then, we fed in the family fitting room and went home for a nap. The perfect day!

6. The granola from Whole Foods. It’s CHEWY. I go nuts for it (so punny!). Has anyone tried it?!?

7. Of course the arrival of Miss Amelie Quinn, my super sweet snuggle butt, was the best thing that happened this month and like, ever.

April showered me with blessings. It was my favorite month of all.

April 2011 and 2012 Raves & Faves for your viewing pleasure.