I woke up at 0630 to feed Eisley and she went down at 0720, however she only slept an hour and twenty minutes. I was hoping it would be longer, as the beginning of the night seemed so promising! She had slept from 2345 to 0345 -- a four hour stretch! Then she slept from 0430 to 0630 and you know the rest...
Needless to say, I was totally exhausted! I didn't want her to sleep once 0900 rolled around because I wanted her to spend time with Michelle, since it was her last day. However, I was totally beat, so I wanted a nap, but thought it'd be rude to not be out.
At 1115, we packed up the car and headed out to the airport. Eisley fell asleep on the way there and thus slept the whole way back, but didn't sleep once I got her inside the house. I fed her, as it was time and she was hungry and I hoped she'd fall asleep.
She didn't. :(
My dad got home from golf eventually and after her cooled off and had a snack, he took her for me. I had been texting Ty, but luckily he was tired, too, so I was able to nap at 1400. At some point, my dad came in cause I had a phone call -- I passed out again after I hung up. Then I got a call on my cell at 1500. I didn't fall back asleep because I heard Eisley crying.
After she nursed, I made my dinner -- salad -- and set out the BBQ beef for my folks to eat.
Eis didn't sleep much the rest of the night, so I'm really hoping she will now. Unfortunately, my back is totally killing me. I've used the shiatsu pillow, but I'm still in agony! It's not hurt like this in a long while -- granted, it is no spasms while preggo, but it's still persistent and distracting. For as much as I have to sit during the day, it is highly unpleasant. The whole left side of my lower back is just screaming.
I'm hoping Eis is sleeping now, so I can sleep.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Day 87: Sleepy Town
Eis woke up at 0630 this morning, which wasn't great because I had to leave at 0815 for my MRI. I was unable to pump much of anything last night and had no luck after nursing her first thing in the morning. I got a total of 1 ounce between the two pumpings! Ugh. I decided to nurse her again at 0800, right before I left, so she wouldn't need to eat while I was gone.
She didn't sleep from 0630 to the time I left. I think that set the mood for the day because she didn't sleep much all day, either! She slept maybe an hour to an hour and a half from 1430 until 2000 -- yikes! However, she did pass out at 2000. She's been asleep for two hours, but it's been four and a half since she's eaten, so I think she'll wake up fairly soon. Hopefully she'll sleep for a good stretch tonight.
Anyway...
I got to my MRI at 0830 to fill out paperwork for a 0900 appointment. My mom came with me, dad went to play golf, and Michelle stayed at home with Eisley. The nurse called me back at 0903 and asked me if I had a history of cancer, to which I replied, "Yes." She seemed mildly surprised that I'd had no radiation treatment. She said that they usually do a contrast during the MRI for people with a history of cancer. No, I can't remember why... After I put on my paper suit, she escorted me back and had me read a paragraph about contrast dye and breastmilk. Then the tech guy told me the contrast is to help identify lesions and such, but the MRI would still get the normal stuff without the contrast. I said that anything funky is probably going to be in my thoracic or cervical spine, not lumbar, plus, I didn't have a day's worth of milk pumped and waiting... and I didn't feel like feeding Eisley contrast dye in my milk for 24 hours, so I opted for no contrast.
As they were about to put me in, they said something that made me mention my surgery and hardware. They were surprised that I had had surgery and hardware in my back -- even though I wrote it on the papers I filled out 30 minutes before my appointment. They said that generally people with hardware get contrast dye for the MRI, but if the doctor wanted a new MRI with contrast, then he could order it and then I'd have time to pump and set aside enough milk for Eisley.
I didn't want to listen to the radio, so they put the headphones on me without music. I was handed the "call ball" and they pushed me into the scanner. It was a very tight fit. Generally, I'm not claustrophobic, but I felt like the tube was much smaller than usual and wondered how fat people fit in it. I closed my eyes and attempted to rest, since I was tired.
Unfortunately, my hip was killing me. While in the waiting room, I was leaning back and when I crossed my right leg, I felt a shooting pain in my right hip. Needless to say, I was distracted by the pain throughout the scan. I did do some light dozing, since I noticed my brain jumping around to dream-like concepts and images. However, all of a sudden, I was fully conscious as to how hot my hands felt and that I was incredibly nauseous. I took a deep breath and told myself that I was not going to squeeze that call ball unless I was dying.
I focused on my breathing and changed my hand position and tried to think about other things. Eventually I was done and the pulled me out and sent me on my way. My mom was totally surprised that I was done -- she hadn't even left to go get coffee. It was 0937. We went to the car and headed home.
I tried to nap a few times throughout the afternoon, but Eis just wasn't sleeping much and was nursing frequently, so it was not meant to be. I am totes exhausted right now, but I know she'll wake up as soon as I lay down :(
Sadface, indeed.
My mom went to run a couple errands this afternoon and took Michelle with her. I was glad Michelle had the chance to get out of the house. I imagine it was hard for her to be so sedentary this past week, despite her desire to be with the baby. They weren't gone long at all, so I think it was a good outing.
It'll be sad to have Michelle go back home, though I'm sure it'll be bittersweet for her. I imagine she'll be glad to get back to her boys and active life, but I know she'll miss Eisley. She has been really good with her and great at getting her to stop crying! I wonder if she thinks I don't know how to calm Eisley or anything... I don't imagine so. Although I enjoy holding my daughter and comforting her, I also know that I can do that all the time and Michelle isn't here long, so I was trying to let her have time with Eisley as often as possible.
I wonder if she'll come back here or if I'll get up there first? As much as I'd love to go to DC with Eisley to meet her Grampo and uncles, I have wondered how I travel now. I'm not so concerned with the flying/airport parts, but how does it work once I'm there? Do I take her sleeper? Where will she sleep? How many wipes, diapers, and burp clothes would I need to take to last a few days? There's so many questions I'd never even considered... I'm not even sure how to prepare for weather. What if it's cold? What if it's really cold?! Would I take a breast pump? Thus, would I take bottles and milk storage containers?
Yikes. So much to research!
Owning a home is a total bummer. I'm sad that the market sucks. I'm irritated at the builders and the fact that not enough people are moving to the area and that our house hasn't sold. However, I'm way bummed out by the fact that Ty's credit is gonna take a powerful hit or that we'll lose quite a bit of money... or both.
I need to open a new account and put Eisley's $2000 from Grammie in it, so it doesn't get touched for the next 18 years.
She didn't sleep from 0630 to the time I left. I think that set the mood for the day because she didn't sleep much all day, either! She slept maybe an hour to an hour and a half from 1430 until 2000 -- yikes! However, she did pass out at 2000. She's been asleep for two hours, but it's been four and a half since she's eaten, so I think she'll wake up fairly soon. Hopefully she'll sleep for a good stretch tonight.
Anyway...
I got to my MRI at 0830 to fill out paperwork for a 0900 appointment. My mom came with me, dad went to play golf, and Michelle stayed at home with Eisley. The nurse called me back at 0903 and asked me if I had a history of cancer, to which I replied, "Yes." She seemed mildly surprised that I'd had no radiation treatment. She said that they usually do a contrast during the MRI for people with a history of cancer. No, I can't remember why... After I put on my paper suit, she escorted me back and had me read a paragraph about contrast dye and breastmilk. Then the tech guy told me the contrast is to help identify lesions and such, but the MRI would still get the normal stuff without the contrast. I said that anything funky is probably going to be in my thoracic or cervical spine, not lumbar, plus, I didn't have a day's worth of milk pumped and waiting... and I didn't feel like feeding Eisley contrast dye in my milk for 24 hours, so I opted for no contrast.
As they were about to put me in, they said something that made me mention my surgery and hardware. They were surprised that I had had surgery and hardware in my back -- even though I wrote it on the papers I filled out 30 minutes before my appointment. They said that generally people with hardware get contrast dye for the MRI, but if the doctor wanted a new MRI with contrast, then he could order it and then I'd have time to pump and set aside enough milk for Eisley.
I didn't want to listen to the radio, so they put the headphones on me without music. I was handed the "call ball" and they pushed me into the scanner. It was a very tight fit. Generally, I'm not claustrophobic, but I felt like the tube was much smaller than usual and wondered how fat people fit in it. I closed my eyes and attempted to rest, since I was tired.
Unfortunately, my hip was killing me. While in the waiting room, I was leaning back and when I crossed my right leg, I felt a shooting pain in my right hip. Needless to say, I was distracted by the pain throughout the scan. I did do some light dozing, since I noticed my brain jumping around to dream-like concepts and images. However, all of a sudden, I was fully conscious as to how hot my hands felt and that I was incredibly nauseous. I took a deep breath and told myself that I was not going to squeeze that call ball unless I was dying.
I focused on my breathing and changed my hand position and tried to think about other things. Eventually I was done and the pulled me out and sent me on my way. My mom was totally surprised that I was done -- she hadn't even left to go get coffee. It was 0937. We went to the car and headed home.
I tried to nap a few times throughout the afternoon, but Eis just wasn't sleeping much and was nursing frequently, so it was not meant to be. I am totes exhausted right now, but I know she'll wake up as soon as I lay down :(
Sadface, indeed.
My mom went to run a couple errands this afternoon and took Michelle with her. I was glad Michelle had the chance to get out of the house. I imagine it was hard for her to be so sedentary this past week, despite her desire to be with the baby. They weren't gone long at all, so I think it was a good outing.
It'll be sad to have Michelle go back home, though I'm sure it'll be bittersweet for her. I imagine she'll be glad to get back to her boys and active life, but I know she'll miss Eisley. She has been really good with her and great at getting her to stop crying! I wonder if she thinks I don't know how to calm Eisley or anything... I don't imagine so. Although I enjoy holding my daughter and comforting her, I also know that I can do that all the time and Michelle isn't here long, so I was trying to let her have time with Eisley as often as possible.
I wonder if she'll come back here or if I'll get up there first? As much as I'd love to go to DC with Eisley to meet her Grampo and uncles, I have wondered how I travel now. I'm not so concerned with the flying/airport parts, but how does it work once I'm there? Do I take her sleeper? Where will she sleep? How many wipes, diapers, and burp clothes would I need to take to last a few days? There's so many questions I'd never even considered... I'm not even sure how to prepare for weather. What if it's cold? What if it's really cold?! Would I take a breast pump? Thus, would I take bottles and milk storage containers?
Yikes. So much to research!
Owning a home is a total bummer. I'm sad that the market sucks. I'm irritated at the builders and the fact that not enough people are moving to the area and that our house hasn't sold. However, I'm way bummed out by the fact that Ty's credit is gonna take a powerful hit or that we'll lose quite a bit of money... or both.
I need to open a new account and put Eisley's $2000 from Grammie in it, so it doesn't get touched for the next 18 years.
Day 86: Eisley's Day Out
Awoke at 0930 (after much wakings throughout the night) due to a crying baby and a hungry puggle. Once both my babies had pottied and were satiated, I spoke with Michelle and we decided to go out today. I had a smoothie and changed clothes, then got Eisley's stuff together and we hopped in the car.
I drove and Michelle sat in the back with Eisley and we headed to Buy Buy Baby. I returned a diaper bag my sister got me and we began to peruse the store. Shortly into our shopping, Eisley woke up and decided she was hungry, though I nursed just before we left.
I took her into the bathroom and situated her in my sleepwrap to where she could nurse while I shopped. It was awkward; one, because I was nursing in public and two, because I was nursing in public. We were both covered, but I was worried she'd do something crazy, like expose my boob on accident to someone walking by.
Luckily, she didn't and after a bit she decided she wanted the other side, so I headed off to the bathroom to switch her. When I came out, Michelle bought her some new burp cloths, scratch mittens, and an organic set with a onesie, hat, and blanket. However, we couldn't yet leave because Eis was not yet done nursing. We sat in some chairs and chatted while she nursed.
After Buy Buy Baby, we went to Torchy's Tacos for lunch. I got some migas and Michelle got a green chile taco. Eis relaxed in the wrap while we ate. Eventually she got fussy, as she had a poopy diaper and we left. I changed her in the trunk of the car before we headed out.
On our way home, we stopped at CVS for Michelle to pick up a few things and Eis was not a happy camper! She cried most of the time we were in there. She quieted down when she decided I was bouncing enough.
My folks got home shortly after we did and we chatted, then I made dinner, and we watched a movie.
Tomorrow I have my MRI. Hopefully I can pump enough milk tonight in case Eis needs it while Im gone.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Day 85: Wow
So I decided to go knock on the door last night after I sat around stressed for long enough. I walked across the house and knocked on the door and waited. After about 20 seconds, I am told to come in. I open the door and it's pitch black -- I can't see anything. Michelle asks if I'm awake and I tell her that I have been for a little bit. I turn around and turn on the hall light, since I couldn't see anything. When I walk back into the room I see Michelle sleeping with Eisley in bed next to her.
I walk over and pick her up and thank Michelle for her help and head back to the nursery. I put down Eisley, who doesn't stir and go lay in my bed. I couldn't fall asleep! I was so stressed and even though I now had Eis, I felt as though my stress had been validated. Co-sleeping is incredibly dangerous, even with the best of intentions. A number of babies die from co-sleeping every year due to being rolled onto by an adult or suffocation in the bedding.
Eventually Eis woke up and I nursed her and she went back to sleep. I was able to sleep this stretch, but it wasn't long before she was up again and wanting to nurse. By this point it was 0515. Eis nursed and fell asleep, so I put her down, then put a note on the hall door telling Michelle that Eis is sleeping and doesn't need to be taken. Eisley ended up sleeping from 0620 - 0920. I, however, lay in bed worried that my note may make Michelle feel bad. Eventually I slept for an hour or so.
When Eis woke up, nursed, and got changed, we went into the living room and I passed her off to Michelle and decided to take a shower. When I came out, she had Eis in the My Little Lamb, which was great to see because then she wasn't getting spoiled sleeping only in arms, which makes my nights easier.
We chatted and watched tv throughout the day. I took Eis back every three hours and she'd nurse. I was hoping she'd nurse more frequently, but I can't wake her up or she'll never sleep right. I thought about pumping, but worried that as soon as I pumped, she'd wake up and want to nurse.
I learned a lot about Tim today and was surprised at what Michelle divulged. Some of it seemed too personal, but she didn't have any qualms about discussing things and I certainly didn't pry. I asked about insight as to why Ty may view certain things in a specific way and she had great insight. It'd be interesting to sit down with Ty and discuss what I learned and see what he thinks. However, that's a long way off because we never have time for real conversations. I'll save it for when he's home. :)
I had salad for lunch and she had her piece of pizza and for dinner we had leftover (frozen) BBQ beef and corn on the cob. It was delicious. We watched a few movies today and it was 2330 by the time we finished. Also, by that time, Eisley had woken up from her last three hour nap and I took her back to nurse. Unfortunately, I didn't realize what time it was and Michelle went to bed while I was nursing and I didn't get to say goodnight. I did get to put my sleepy girl down in the nursery where she belongs, so I was able to sleep when I went to bed... for a couple hours.
She was up for about an hour -- from 0330-0430 -- and it was the hardest hour I've had to be up. I've not felt so exhausted in the middle of the night in a long time before. I kept nodding off while nursing her in my chair! Luckily, I just got her down and it looks like she's staying down, so I'm off to sleep!
I got to chat with Ty tonight -- his morning -- and it was nice, though I only had one hand free, so my end of the convo was a bit short. I love talking to him and I miss him so much. I need his hugs.
I walk over and pick her up and thank Michelle for her help and head back to the nursery. I put down Eisley, who doesn't stir and go lay in my bed. I couldn't fall asleep! I was so stressed and even though I now had Eis, I felt as though my stress had been validated. Co-sleeping is incredibly dangerous, even with the best of intentions. A number of babies die from co-sleeping every year due to being rolled onto by an adult or suffocation in the bedding.
Eventually Eis woke up and I nursed her and she went back to sleep. I was able to sleep this stretch, but it wasn't long before she was up again and wanting to nurse. By this point it was 0515. Eis nursed and fell asleep, so I put her down, then put a note on the hall door telling Michelle that Eis is sleeping and doesn't need to be taken. Eisley ended up sleeping from 0620 - 0920. I, however, lay in bed worried that my note may make Michelle feel bad. Eventually I slept for an hour or so.
When Eis woke up, nursed, and got changed, we went into the living room and I passed her off to Michelle and decided to take a shower. When I came out, she had Eis in the My Little Lamb, which was great to see because then she wasn't getting spoiled sleeping only in arms, which makes my nights easier.
We chatted and watched tv throughout the day. I took Eis back every three hours and she'd nurse. I was hoping she'd nurse more frequently, but I can't wake her up or she'll never sleep right. I thought about pumping, but worried that as soon as I pumped, she'd wake up and want to nurse.
I learned a lot about Tim today and was surprised at what Michelle divulged. Some of it seemed too personal, but she didn't have any qualms about discussing things and I certainly didn't pry. I asked about insight as to why Ty may view certain things in a specific way and she had great insight. It'd be interesting to sit down with Ty and discuss what I learned and see what he thinks. However, that's a long way off because we never have time for real conversations. I'll save it for when he's home. :)
I had salad for lunch and she had her piece of pizza and for dinner we had leftover (frozen) BBQ beef and corn on the cob. It was delicious. We watched a few movies today and it was 2330 by the time we finished. Also, by that time, Eisley had woken up from her last three hour nap and I took her back to nurse. Unfortunately, I didn't realize what time it was and Michelle went to bed while I was nursing and I didn't get to say goodnight. I did get to put my sleepy girl down in the nursery where she belongs, so I was able to sleep when I went to bed... for a couple hours.
She was up for about an hour -- from 0330-0430 -- and it was the hardest hour I've had to be up. I've not felt so exhausted in the middle of the night in a long time before. I kept nodding off while nursing her in my chair! Luckily, I just got her down and it looks like she's staying down, so I'm off to sleep!
I got to chat with Ty tonight -- his morning -- and it was nice, though I only had one hand free, so my end of the convo was a bit short. I love talking to him and I miss him so much. I need his hugs.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Day 84: Dude, Where's My Baby?
Ok. I don't mean to be, but I'm quite irritated. My baby is in Michelle's room. It's midnight and she's due to wake up and eat. I woke up and came into the nursery to check on her and she's not here. I went into the living room and she's not in there. I check the front hallway and Michelle's door is closed and her lights are off, so I assume she's in there.
However, I wonder what's going on in there. There's no bassinet or sleeper or anything in there, so I hope she's not just sleeping on the bed and I definitely hope Michelle's not sleeping.
Michelle told me she did thirty minutes on her tummy this morning, which kind of upset me. Ok, it really upset me. Yes, probably because I'm highly emotional anyway, but still... That's too long, first of all. Secondly, I want to be there for tummy time.
I love how good Michelle is with her, but we have very different beliefs on babies this age. However, I find I can't say anything. I don't want to appear rude - I know she's only here for a short time and she lives far away. Plus, I'm not sure how to say anything without telling her I think she's not right... and she's had three kids, so...
Oh, my gosh... I want my baby. I'm trying to not get upset, but I feel really sick. It really stresses me out to not be able to see her. I feel fairly frantic right now. I don't like that I feel this way. I guess I can't help my maternal instincts and such. I was hoping to be the mom that I'm definitely pretending to be -- that is, totally ok with not holding my baby for most of the day and letting others take her. Ugh... don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.
My mom told me to tell her I wanted to be around for tummy time and I did this evening, but I'm not sure she heard me. I told my mom I don't want to say anything because I don't want Michelle to think I don't appreciate her effort. But I wasn't this uncomfortable earlier. It's that feeling I hate getting when Ty is around of, "If I don't say anything and something happens, then I'll regret not saying anything, but if I do say something and nothing happens, then I feel like a jerk, but there won't be anything to go wrong cause I said something."
I feel like pacing or running in circles and crying. She needs to be awake and nursing so she can sleep through the night, not through early nigh and early morning. When I got her almost four hours ago, she was so frantic that she couldn't nurse until I calmed her down. She wasn't roused early enough and she got too hungry and wouldn't settle down. Not to mention, my milk production is getting wonky, especially in my right boob. I need her to nurse more often so my supply doesn't decrease, which it has in my right boob.
Ugh... so terribly frantic feeling. Don't know what to say. Don't want to say anything. Don't want to cry either. I feel so stressed that I can't even imagine sleeping. I need my baby.
However, I wonder what's going on in there. There's no bassinet or sleeper or anything in there, so I hope she's not just sleeping on the bed and I definitely hope Michelle's not sleeping.
Michelle told me she did thirty minutes on her tummy this morning, which kind of upset me. Ok, it really upset me. Yes, probably because I'm highly emotional anyway, but still... That's too long, first of all. Secondly, I want to be there for tummy time.
I love how good Michelle is with her, but we have very different beliefs on babies this age. However, I find I can't say anything. I don't want to appear rude - I know she's only here for a short time and she lives far away. Plus, I'm not sure how to say anything without telling her I think she's not right... and she's had three kids, so...
Oh, my gosh... I want my baby. I'm trying to not get upset, but I feel really sick. It really stresses me out to not be able to see her. I feel fairly frantic right now. I don't like that I feel this way. I guess I can't help my maternal instincts and such. I was hoping to be the mom that I'm definitely pretending to be -- that is, totally ok with not holding my baby for most of the day and letting others take her. Ugh... don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.
My mom told me to tell her I wanted to be around for tummy time and I did this evening, but I'm not sure she heard me. I told my mom I don't want to say anything because I don't want Michelle to think I don't appreciate her effort. But I wasn't this uncomfortable earlier. It's that feeling I hate getting when Ty is around of, "If I don't say anything and something happens, then I'll regret not saying anything, but if I do say something and nothing happens, then I feel like a jerk, but there won't be anything to go wrong cause I said something."
I feel like pacing or running in circles and crying. She needs to be awake and nursing so she can sleep through the night, not through early nigh and early morning. When I got her almost four hours ago, she was so frantic that she couldn't nurse until I calmed her down. She wasn't roused early enough and she got too hungry and wouldn't settle down. Not to mention, my milk production is getting wonky, especially in my right boob. I need her to nurse more often so my supply doesn't decrease, which it has in my right boob.
Ugh... so terribly frantic feeling. Don't know what to say. Don't want to say anything. Don't want to cry either. I feel so stressed that I can't even imagine sleeping. I need my baby.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Day 83: No Baby, No Cry?
I woke up at about 0545 and nursed Eisley and held her until she fell asleep. At 0630, I put her down and moment later Michelle came in to see if I could use her help. I told her I just put Eisley down, but she was more than welcome to take her if she wanted and I'd sleep for a couple hours until she needed to nurse again.
I woke up at 0900 and Eisley wasn't in the nursery. I walked through the kitchen, office, dining room, living room, parents' room, went out back, then checked out front, but didn't see or hear Michelle or Eisley. It was very disconcerting to not know where my baby was. I called my dad to see if they went somewhere, but he was golfing and told me Michelle took Eis into her room, but I hadn't seen any lights or anything. I decided to shower and be ready to feed her because I knew she'd be up soon.
I was in the shower when I heard her cry, so I finished as quickly as I could, then threw on my clothes because I didn't really want her to have a bottle... mainly cause my boobs hurt and I wanted to nurse. However, when I got out to the kitchen, Michelle was already feeding her from a bottle. I decided to pump to get some relief, though that hurts in a different kind of way, so it wasn't total relief.
We hung out in the living room and kitchen throughout the day. It is strange to only have Eisley when she's nursing, but it makes me enjoy nursing her more. Michelle is really great with her and I love having her help, but it feels weird to not be the one to comfort Eisley when she cries or hold her when she sleeps. But I don't want Michelle to not get enough time with her, since she's only here for a week. It's very conflicting feelings I'm having :(
My folks left for Conroe this evening and it's just been Michelle, Eisley, and me. I'm so tired, but I'm not sure when to try to go to sleep. A 2000 bedtime would feel nice, but then Michelle has nothing to do for about 10 hours. Though now it's midnight and I've been up all day without a nap and my back and head are killing me, not to mention how tired I am. Plus, I don't want her to give Eisley another bottle, since it takes so long to pump and I only have one feedings worth in the fridge. I'd rather hold on to it for when we go somewhere or another morning or more of an emergency-esque situation...
sleepy + backache = I think my head my explode :(
I woke up at 0900 and Eisley wasn't in the nursery. I walked through the kitchen, office, dining room, living room, parents' room, went out back, then checked out front, but didn't see or hear Michelle or Eisley. It was very disconcerting to not know where my baby was. I called my dad to see if they went somewhere, but he was golfing and told me Michelle took Eis into her room, but I hadn't seen any lights or anything. I decided to shower and be ready to feed her because I knew she'd be up soon.
I was in the shower when I heard her cry, so I finished as quickly as I could, then threw on my clothes because I didn't really want her to have a bottle... mainly cause my boobs hurt and I wanted to nurse. However, when I got out to the kitchen, Michelle was already feeding her from a bottle. I decided to pump to get some relief, though that hurts in a different kind of way, so it wasn't total relief.
We hung out in the living room and kitchen throughout the day. It is strange to only have Eisley when she's nursing, but it makes me enjoy nursing her more. Michelle is really great with her and I love having her help, but it feels weird to not be the one to comfort Eisley when she cries or hold her when she sleeps. But I don't want Michelle to not get enough time with her, since she's only here for a week. It's very conflicting feelings I'm having :(
My folks left for Conroe this evening and it's just been Michelle, Eisley, and me. I'm so tired, but I'm not sure when to try to go to sleep. A 2000 bedtime would feel nice, but then Michelle has nothing to do for about 10 hours. Though now it's midnight and I've been up all day without a nap and my back and head are killing me, not to mention how tired I am. Plus, I don't want her to give Eisley another bottle, since it takes so long to pump and I only have one feedings worth in the fridge. I'd rather hold on to it for when we go somewhere or another morning or more of an emergency-esque situation...
sleepy + backache = I think my head my explode :(
Day 82: Respite
Eisley slept decently last night. I got four hours, though not all together. We got up at 0720 and began our cycle of change diaper, nurse, nap, and I added pumping to the routine, so Michelle could have a chance to feed her sometime.
I need to keep pumping, but it is difficult to find time that doesn't interfere with Eisley eating.
Michelle got here at 1700, but prior to her arrival, Eisley had a blowout. Wipes just weren't enough, but luckily my mom got home just in time and helped me "hose" her down. I held her over the tub and my mom washed her off with my detachable shower-head.
Eisley was fussy when Michelle got here, but Michelle got her quiet and Eisley took a nap. I fed her while all the grandfolk ate dinner, then passed her to Michelle again while I ate. I had a headache, as usual, but it was a bit worse tonight. I didn't feel good after eating.
Around 2230 I was given Eisley because she'd woken up and was hungry. She didn't go to sleep until 0100, but she did sleep until 0445, which was nice. Though I had some issues while sleeping. At one point I found myself standing in the middle of the nursery and I didn't know what I was doing in there. I didn't know if I'd changed her, fed her, or just put her down. I was quite confused, but as she was sleeping, I decided to go back to my room to sleep.
It's been an hour since she woke up and I'm hoping she'll go back to sleep soon.
On another note, Puck slept in our "wing" last night. My parents are going to Conroe tomorrow and will be gone for three nights, so he needed to acclimate back to being with me. He didn't sleep in my bed or even my room, but he did sleep on the bed in the nursery, which was good enough.
I just put Eisley in her sleeper and as I lowered her down, she laughed for the first time. It was short and the cutest thing ever. I have no idea what she was laughing at -- I think a dream -- but it was funny and adorable. I hope to be able to record it sometime. However, I must go, she is debating sleeping or fussing and I don't want any fussing.
I need to keep pumping, but it is difficult to find time that doesn't interfere with Eisley eating.
Michelle got here at 1700, but prior to her arrival, Eisley had a blowout. Wipes just weren't enough, but luckily my mom got home just in time and helped me "hose" her down. I held her over the tub and my mom washed her off with my detachable shower-head.
Eisley was fussy when Michelle got here, but Michelle got her quiet and Eisley took a nap. I fed her while all the grandfolk ate dinner, then passed her to Michelle again while I ate. I had a headache, as usual, but it was a bit worse tonight. I didn't feel good after eating.
Around 2230 I was given Eisley because she'd woken up and was hungry. She didn't go to sleep until 0100, but she did sleep until 0445, which was nice. Though I had some issues while sleeping. At one point I found myself standing in the middle of the nursery and I didn't know what I was doing in there. I didn't know if I'd changed her, fed her, or just put her down. I was quite confused, but as she was sleeping, I decided to go back to my room to sleep.
It's been an hour since she woke up and I'm hoping she'll go back to sleep soon.
On another note, Puck slept in our "wing" last night. My parents are going to Conroe tomorrow and will be gone for three nights, so he needed to acclimate back to being with me. He didn't sleep in my bed or even my room, but he did sleep on the bed in the nursery, which was good enough.
I just put Eisley in her sleeper and as I lowered her down, she laughed for the first time. It was short and the cutest thing ever. I have no idea what she was laughing at -- I think a dream -- but it was funny and adorable. I hope to be able to record it sometime. However, I must go, she is debating sleeping or fussing and I don't want any fussing.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Day 81: Agony
I'm tired of being hot and sweaty. I'm tired of these back two rooms being 82º most of the time and it smelling like heat that's coming out of the vents. I'm tired of my back hurting and not getting in to see the stupid spine doctor. I'm tired of sleeping two to three hours a day and being stressed out the other 21 to 22.
I wish I had never stopped working and were back teaching and coaching and being skinny. This is not how I wanted to have kids and it makes me never want them again.
This blows.
... as do my never ending headaches.
I wish I had never stopped working and were back teaching and coaching and being skinny. This is not how I wanted to have kids and it makes me never want them again.
This blows.
... as do my never ending headaches.
Day 80: Not Done Sleepies
Today was filled with not sleeping.
Eisley didn't sleep long at all last night... maybe two hours at most, which means an hour twenty for me and some thirty minute naps. My hour twenty was at about 0730, which means when I woke up, both my folks were gone, so I was stuck dealing with her until my dad got home at 1230.
He took her and I was able to get a two hour nap in from 1300 to 1500. Then I was up.
She refused to go to sleep tonight. I finally got her to fall asleep while breastfeeding at midnight. I had to change positions from sitting to lying down, since she was so fussy she wouldn't eat with me sitting! I dozed a bit while she ate. Eventually, I figured she was asleep enough to where I could move her to the crib.
She only slept for an hour twenty and now I'm up again. This time she was too fussy to eat with me laying down, so I went to the chair. I finally got her to sleep and I'm hoping she'll stay asleep for at least two hours, if not more.
I'm really missing her three and four hour naps...
Eisley didn't sleep long at all last night... maybe two hours at most, which means an hour twenty for me and some thirty minute naps. My hour twenty was at about 0730, which means when I woke up, both my folks were gone, so I was stuck dealing with her until my dad got home at 1230.
He took her and I was able to get a two hour nap in from 1300 to 1500. Then I was up.
She refused to go to sleep tonight. I finally got her to fall asleep while breastfeeding at midnight. I had to change positions from sitting to lying down, since she was so fussy she wouldn't eat with me sitting! I dozed a bit while she ate. Eventually, I figured she was asleep enough to where I could move her to the crib.
She only slept for an hour twenty and now I'm up again. This time she was too fussy to eat with me laying down, so I went to the chair. I finally got her to sleep and I'm hoping she'll stay asleep for at least two hours, if not more.
I'm really missing her three and four hour naps...
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Day 79: Heights
Eis and I got up at 0730 this morning and she nursed while I finished my movie and watched more Psych. I went out to chat with my dad when I heard him rummaging around the kitchen. I suggested we go to Heights today to check on the house.
We headed out around 1150, just Dad, Eisley, and me. I texted some ladies to let them know I'd be in the area if they wanted to see Eisley. The lawn was looking a bit dry when we got there, but it turned out it was because the sprinkler was messed up. My dad fixed it after he mowed the lawn. I vacuumed inside to get up some insect carcasses and dog hair from previous visits. Unfortunately, the small amount of vacuuming I did, hurt my back. I've been feeling more prominent stabbing in my SIs and twinges in my thoracic, which is always the most startling and scary.
We headed home at 1500. I was so incredibly tired during the car ride. I laid Eisley down when we got back and hoped she'd sleep, but she was quiet for all of four minutes before crying and I had to get up. I finally got her to sleep around 1800, but it was only for 45 minutes and I couldn't fall asleep! I was in an alert state of dozing, which is not very restful... at all.
I ate dinner and spent the past while trying to get Eis to sleep. She's not been the most cooperative. Unfortunately, I feel like I have to potty, but can't... not to mention, she wakes up and cries anytime I go into the bathroom. No pressure there to hurry!
I got to chat with Ty twice today. It was nice. I miss him.
We headed out around 1150, just Dad, Eisley, and me. I texted some ladies to let them know I'd be in the area if they wanted to see Eisley. The lawn was looking a bit dry when we got there, but it turned out it was because the sprinkler was messed up. My dad fixed it after he mowed the lawn. I vacuumed inside to get up some insect carcasses and dog hair from previous visits. Unfortunately, the small amount of vacuuming I did, hurt my back. I've been feeling more prominent stabbing in my SIs and twinges in my thoracic, which is always the most startling and scary.
We headed home at 1500. I was so incredibly tired during the car ride. I laid Eisley down when we got back and hoped she'd sleep, but she was quiet for all of four minutes before crying and I had to get up. I finally got her to sleep around 1800, but it was only for 45 minutes and I couldn't fall asleep! I was in an alert state of dozing, which is not very restful... at all.
I ate dinner and spent the past while trying to get Eis to sleep. She's not been the most cooperative. Unfortunately, I feel like I have to potty, but can't... not to mention, she wakes up and cries anytime I go into the bathroom. No pressure there to hurry!
I got to chat with Ty twice today. It was nice. I miss him.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Day 78: Visitors
Martha and Ray came over yesterday afternoon and left this afternoon just so they could see Eisley. That was very nice of them to drive all the way to Austin to do that for one day! Plus, it's always nice to see them.
As I had mentioned -- I think -- I noticed recently that I have zero clothes that are good for nursing! Not to mention, my bras were killing me. I was pissed about being a 40B -- gross. Anyway, Martha, Ray, my mom, and I were sitting around the table last night chatting and my mom mentioned that I didn't have anything that really worked. Martha called Motherhood Maternity and asked a bunch of questions, then decided we should go to the mall right then and buy me stuff.
I passed Eisley off to my dad -- she was pretty much asleep -- and we headed off to the mall. Once at the store, Martha started grabbing a bunch of tops that would work for nursing and the sales lady measured me for a bra. Turns out I'm not a 40B...
I'm a 36D! Yikes!! No wonder my bras were so tight.
I felt like a total dope to not know my bra size. I grabbed a few bras and took all the tops Martha picked and headed to the dressing room. It took forever to try on the bras because I had to take them off their little hangers, change the length of the straps, then put them on and snap the snaps and wriggle around to see how each one felt. When I finished, I just put them on the hanger, and didn't adjust the straps back because it was taking too long. Then I tried on the tops. There were some really cute ones, plus some that were comfy, but they were quite unflattering. I ended up getting 5 or 6 tops and 4 bras -- it was buy 3, get one free.
I could actually only find three bras I liked enough, so I got two of the same kind so I wasn't wasting a free bra. We spent $200, but Martha paid half. She offered to pay for all of it (before we were checked out), but I couldn't let her do that. Half was more than generous.
We got home at about 2115. Our total trip took an hour -- it was the first time I'd been out of the house without the baby, since I'd delivered. At least now I don't have to wear the same thing for days on end! I passed out as soon as we got home.
Eisley only woke up once last night, but was awake for three and a half hours -- from 0130 to 0500. Ugh. When she woke around 0800 or so I fed her, changed her, dressed her in her frog outfit, then took pics. When people were up, I took her into the kitchen, gave her to my dad, then went back to my room to pass out!
I woke up at around 1130 and Martha and Ray were getting ready to leave. However, they got a call from Ben and decided to wait until he arrived. We sat around and chatted and I fed the baby. Then they left at 1400. Ben stuck around for another hour or two before heading out, himself.
We were about to do some tummy time with Eisley and my dad laid her on her back on the play mat and she played with the panda hanging from the play mat! She would bat at it with her left hand -- it was on her left side. We think some of the hits were accidents, but it seemed like others were intentional! It was quite impressive. However, we had to flip her over for tummy time eventually. She wasn't as happy about it as usual. Eventually she pooped and I figured that was what was making her so unhappy. We changed her, then took her back. She cried more, but turned her head a couple times and I recorded her crying and sent it to Ty.
When tummy time was over, she was tired and took a nap on the play mat and I started napping next to her. Unfortunately, she needed her hands held down and I couldn't do that while sleeping, so I gave her to my dad while he watched tv and I went to my room to pass out.
As I laid down in my room, I got a text from Ty! Ugh, he has terrible timing! I want to chat with him so much, but he seems to only be available during the few hours of the day when I am sleeping. We texted for a few seconds and I went to sleep. He told me he had 8 hours in which to sleep! That's impressive -- I really hope he used them all to sleep and didn't mess around. He's going back to days, so we may have more of an opportunity to chat now. We'll see. I certainly hope we do because I miss getting to talk to him.
I woke up at 1830 after two hours of sleeping. I woke up because I was so hot and sweaty. It drives me nuts how much I sweat. I wonder how long it'll take me to sweat off all the extra fluids my body accumulated while preggo... Hopefully not too much longer. I still can't believe I am 20 pounds heavier than my initial weight. That's so much weight to lose! It took forever just to lose the six pounds that took me from 134 to 128. There's no way I can be back in shape by the time Ty comes home... especially for R&R. He'll be all superskinny and I'll be all gross :(
Sadface, indeed.
Anyway, I ate dinner after my nap, then brought Eisley back to the nursery to feed her. After I fed her, I could no longer stand the way she smelled, so I had my mom clear the kitchen sink and my dad and I bathed Eisley. She cried the whole time! We brought her back to the nursery to dress her and I put baby oil on her to keep her skin from being too dry and I wondered if it was a baby oil smell I had smelled and didn't like (pre-bath). I guess I'll find out. If it is, then I'll have to try baby lotion, instead, to keep her skin moisturized.
As soon as we got her warm from the bath -- dressed, diapered, hatted, and socked -- she passed out.
As I had mentioned -- I think -- I noticed recently that I have zero clothes that are good for nursing! Not to mention, my bras were killing me. I was pissed about being a 40B -- gross. Anyway, Martha, Ray, my mom, and I were sitting around the table last night chatting and my mom mentioned that I didn't have anything that really worked. Martha called Motherhood Maternity and asked a bunch of questions, then decided we should go to the mall right then and buy me stuff.
I passed Eisley off to my dad -- she was pretty much asleep -- and we headed off to the mall. Once at the store, Martha started grabbing a bunch of tops that would work for nursing and the sales lady measured me for a bra. Turns out I'm not a 40B...
I'm a 36D! Yikes!! No wonder my bras were so tight.
I felt like a total dope to not know my bra size. I grabbed a few bras and took all the tops Martha picked and headed to the dressing room. It took forever to try on the bras because I had to take them off their little hangers, change the length of the straps, then put them on and snap the snaps and wriggle around to see how each one felt. When I finished, I just put them on the hanger, and didn't adjust the straps back because it was taking too long. Then I tried on the tops. There were some really cute ones, plus some that were comfy, but they were quite unflattering. I ended up getting 5 or 6 tops and 4 bras -- it was buy 3, get one free.
I could actually only find three bras I liked enough, so I got two of the same kind so I wasn't wasting a free bra. We spent $200, but Martha paid half. She offered to pay for all of it (before we were checked out), but I couldn't let her do that. Half was more than generous.
We got home at about 2115. Our total trip took an hour -- it was the first time I'd been out of the house without the baby, since I'd delivered. At least now I don't have to wear the same thing for days on end! I passed out as soon as we got home.
Eisley only woke up once last night, but was awake for three and a half hours -- from 0130 to 0500. Ugh. When she woke around 0800 or so I fed her, changed her, dressed her in her frog outfit, then took pics. When people were up, I took her into the kitchen, gave her to my dad, then went back to my room to pass out!
I woke up at around 1130 and Martha and Ray were getting ready to leave. However, they got a call from Ben and decided to wait until he arrived. We sat around and chatted and I fed the baby. Then they left at 1400. Ben stuck around for another hour or two before heading out, himself.
We were about to do some tummy time with Eisley and my dad laid her on her back on the play mat and she played with the panda hanging from the play mat! She would bat at it with her left hand -- it was on her left side. We think some of the hits were accidents, but it seemed like others were intentional! It was quite impressive. However, we had to flip her over for tummy time eventually. She wasn't as happy about it as usual. Eventually she pooped and I figured that was what was making her so unhappy. We changed her, then took her back. She cried more, but turned her head a couple times and I recorded her crying and sent it to Ty.
When tummy time was over, she was tired and took a nap on the play mat and I started napping next to her. Unfortunately, she needed her hands held down and I couldn't do that while sleeping, so I gave her to my dad while he watched tv and I went to my room to pass out.
As I laid down in my room, I got a text from Ty! Ugh, he has terrible timing! I want to chat with him so much, but he seems to only be available during the few hours of the day when I am sleeping. We texted for a few seconds and I went to sleep. He told me he had 8 hours in which to sleep! That's impressive -- I really hope he used them all to sleep and didn't mess around. He's going back to days, so we may have more of an opportunity to chat now. We'll see. I certainly hope we do because I miss getting to talk to him.
I woke up at 1830 after two hours of sleeping. I woke up because I was so hot and sweaty. It drives me nuts how much I sweat. I wonder how long it'll take me to sweat off all the extra fluids my body accumulated while preggo... Hopefully not too much longer. I still can't believe I am 20 pounds heavier than my initial weight. That's so much weight to lose! It took forever just to lose the six pounds that took me from 134 to 128. There's no way I can be back in shape by the time Ty comes home... especially for R&R. He'll be all superskinny and I'll be all gross :(
Sadface, indeed.
Anyway, I ate dinner after my nap, then brought Eisley back to the nursery to feed her. After I fed her, I could no longer stand the way she smelled, so I had my mom clear the kitchen sink and my dad and I bathed Eisley. She cried the whole time! We brought her back to the nursery to dress her and I put baby oil on her to keep her skin from being too dry and I wondered if it was a baby oil smell I had smelled and didn't like (pre-bath). I guess I'll find out. If it is, then I'll have to try baby lotion, instead, to keep her skin moisturized.
As soon as we got her warm from the bath -- dressed, diapered, hatted, and socked -- she passed out.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Day 77: Sleepy Girl
Well, Eisley slept fairly well last night. I didn't, regardless of the fact that I got about two hours at each stretch. I just seemed to wake up in the wrong part of my sleep cycle, so I was exhausted each time I had to get up.
Luckily, I have Netflix, so I watch Psych every time I get up... though I watch with headphones at night to keep the noise down for Eisley. She's getting better with her day/night reversal.
We were up today and doing our thing, but she was a bit fussy. I put her in the Sleep Wrap where she fell fast asleep and I made breakfast. I made cream of wheat and it was just way too much. Ugh. I need to keep it light and less carby. We came back and I let her sleep on me in the chair, then I realized I was tired, so I went into my room and dozed on my back with her still in the wrap.
I eventually got up cause she was wriggley and changed her diaper, then nursed her. While I was nursing, Martha and Ray showed up. I finished, then went out to say hello and passed her off to Martha while I showered. However, after I showered, I had to start dinner. I made BBQ Beef, but doubled the recipe, so I had to actually cook the meat in two different batches, since it all wouldn't fit in one!
I also made a cake. The whole cooking process took two hours. I realized what I do different than my mom when cooking. I try to keep the dishes to a minimum and clean them as I cook, so I'm not left with a huge mess when I finish. So, 99% of the dishes are done, too... save for the cake pan, which is holding the cake and the pot that is holding the meat.
Eisley got to sit with everyone for a moment, at least. I noticed my parents like to usurp the baby-holder position from other people. Needless to say, it's a good thing they'll be gone for some of the days when Michelle is here -- I'd hate for her to come all the way down and have my parents steal the baby constantly. I think they forget they get to see her everyday. Last night my mom was complaining that she thought about Eisley all day and came home and I wouldn't let her hold her, since she'd just gone to sleep and not slept well all day. I reminded her that Tyler thinks about her all day, too, but he doesn't get to see or hold her at all, so she needs to remember how good she's got it.
Well, I best get back to my motherly duties. I think I need to feed her soon.
Luckily, I have Netflix, so I watch Psych every time I get up... though I watch with headphones at night to keep the noise down for Eisley. She's getting better with her day/night reversal.
We were up today and doing our thing, but she was a bit fussy. I put her in the Sleep Wrap where she fell fast asleep and I made breakfast. I made cream of wheat and it was just way too much. Ugh. I need to keep it light and less carby. We came back and I let her sleep on me in the chair, then I realized I was tired, so I went into my room and dozed on my back with her still in the wrap.
I eventually got up cause she was wriggley and changed her diaper, then nursed her. While I was nursing, Martha and Ray showed up. I finished, then went out to say hello and passed her off to Martha while I showered. However, after I showered, I had to start dinner. I made BBQ Beef, but doubled the recipe, so I had to actually cook the meat in two different batches, since it all wouldn't fit in one!
I also made a cake. The whole cooking process took two hours. I realized what I do different than my mom when cooking. I try to keep the dishes to a minimum and clean them as I cook, so I'm not left with a huge mess when I finish. So, 99% of the dishes are done, too... save for the cake pan, which is holding the cake and the pot that is holding the meat.
Eisley got to sit with everyone for a moment, at least. I noticed my parents like to usurp the baby-holder position from other people. Needless to say, it's a good thing they'll be gone for some of the days when Michelle is here -- I'd hate for her to come all the way down and have my parents steal the baby constantly. I think they forget they get to see her everyday. Last night my mom was complaining that she thought about Eisley all day and came home and I wouldn't let her hold her, since she'd just gone to sleep and not slept well all day. I reminded her that Tyler thinks about her all day, too, but he doesn't get to see or hold her at all, so she needs to remember how good she's got it.
Well, I best get back to my motherly duties. I think I need to feed her soon.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Day 76: Daddy's Princess
Today we got up around 0800. I went to sleep at about 2030 last night, but no, I didn't get 12 hours of sleep. I woke up every hour until midnight when Eisley awoke around midnight. She ate and then napped for an hour or two, then repeated this until early this morning. She wasn't too inclined to return to sleep around 0545, but eventually she did... at about 0645 and slept until 0800 or so.
We hung out in the nursery for a bit this morning, then decided to go into the living room to catch up on some shows. We did alright in there for quite a while, though she didn't want to sleep much more than 30 minute intervals (do I sense a pattern for my night tonight? Perhaps).
Eventually my dad came home from golf and I had him try to burp her, since I couldn't. He walked her around for a bit, then returned her to me. I tried to burp her some more and ended up with spit-up all over my hand. Luckily I caught it and none of it got on the chair or the boppy.
Another lucky point was that I managed to take a bunch of pics before she spit-up everywhere! Yay! She had on her "Daddy's Princess" onesie, which I wanted Ty to see, since she won't fit in it when he comes home for R&R.
I think I took some good ones. She looks quite cute in many, but as she is a newborn, she can make some unattractive faces! She's much prettier in person so far. I think she'll be quite beautiful eventually though.
I have a feeling she's going to be brought in to me very soon, since she's crying a lot and with my folks in the living room.
I desperately need bras that fit better, but as I mentioned to my mom and possibly Tyler... A 38B is a horrible size... my ribs are so wide and horrendous. My boobs aren't big enough to warrant such wide ribs!
Oop. Here she comes.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Day 75: Doctor
Eisley only slept for an hour to an hour and a half at a time last night... at most. Thus, I got 30 minute naps throughout the night. It's not as satisfying as two hour stretches. She also didn't sleep any longer than that throughout the day so far.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted and have an awesome headache. I'm tired of having headaches everyday. It's quite draining. I drink tons of water, so I'm not dehydrated, but I do think it's linked to my back and stress, as well.
We went to the doctor today for Eisley's two week check-up. She's doing well. I am fairly confident they measured her wrong because according to her growth charts, she went from the 19th percentile to the 35th in a week and for weight she's between the 10th and 15th percentile. She's a little one. It's hard to rely on those growth charts when it's quite inaccurate how they weigh and measure. It's very subjective to whomever is working.
Everything was fine with her and we discussed her eyes again. I need to keep massaging the tear ducts and finish up the ointment, then can determine if I need something else. We did have to do the heel stick today, which was so sad. She was being so good, despite being hungry and they stuck her heel and she just wailed. I felt bad for her.
I did use the sleep wrap today, despite the heat, and Eisley loved it. She was totally warm and passed out or stopped crying whenever she was in it. She was a papoose!
We also stopped by my mom's school on the way home -- dad took me to the doctor. Mom was more than pleased to be able to show off Eisley.
Because I was with my dad and knew Eisley would need to eat while we were out, I had pumped today. I had also pumped on Monday. I decided to take both containers and a bottle, which was a good choice because Eisley was famished -- she downed one container, then I gave her the second and she finished it off, too!
Now she's racked out and I am going to take a nap, since I doubt I'll get to sleep much tonight... oh wait -- that's every night.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted and have an awesome headache. I'm tired of having headaches everyday. It's quite draining. I drink tons of water, so I'm not dehydrated, but I do think it's linked to my back and stress, as well.
We went to the doctor today for Eisley's two week check-up. She's doing well. I am fairly confident they measured her wrong because according to her growth charts, she went from the 19th percentile to the 35th in a week and for weight she's between the 10th and 15th percentile. She's a little one. It's hard to rely on those growth charts when it's quite inaccurate how they weigh and measure. It's very subjective to whomever is working.
Everything was fine with her and we discussed her eyes again. I need to keep massaging the tear ducts and finish up the ointment, then can determine if I need something else. We did have to do the heel stick today, which was so sad. She was being so good, despite being hungry and they stuck her heel and she just wailed. I felt bad for her.
I did use the sleep wrap today, despite the heat, and Eisley loved it. She was totally warm and passed out or stopped crying whenever she was in it. She was a papoose!
We also stopped by my mom's school on the way home -- dad took me to the doctor. Mom was more than pleased to be able to show off Eisley.
Because I was with my dad and knew Eisley would need to eat while we were out, I had pumped today. I had also pumped on Monday. I decided to take both containers and a bottle, which was a good choice because Eisley was famished -- she downed one container, then I gave her the second and she finished it off, too!
Now she's racked out and I am going to take a nap, since I doubt I'll get to sleep much tonight... oh wait -- that's every night.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Day 74: Two Weeks
So I had Eisley two weeks ago today! Wow. Time seems to fly, yet goes so painfully slow at the same time. It seems like I've changed over 200 diapers, though it's probably closer to 140 or so. I think I've probably only gotten 20 hours of sleep since I came home from the hospital.
Last night went pretty well with Eisley. I got a two hour stretch right off the bat, then was up for an hour, slept for an hour, then was up for an hour and a half, and slept for another hour. I got four hours of sleep! Yay! Sadly, that felt like a lot. My parents were shocked that I was so pleased, especially considering it wasn't four consecutive hours.
I was up at 0700 and I think I got a half hour nap this afternoon. So, not a bad day. She didn't fuss all night long, either, so that's good, too.
Today I filled out the application for her birth certificate. They're $23 each and my dad says I need four. Three standards and a long. That's a lot of money for four sheets of paper.
I also looked up where the DEERS ID office in Austin is -- Camp Mabry, duh. I found the DD Form 1172-2 to fill out, but I had no idea how to fill most all of it out, so I sent it to Ty. He filled it out and sent it back, but it was empty, so I'm not sure what happened... I will hopefully hear from him soon.
I actually haven't really talked to Ty in the past two days. I was really upset about it yesterday, but figured I'd get to chat with him for a mo today, but I've not. I don't know what to think. I know he works nights, but I don't like not getting to talk to him. Emails of one to two sentences don't really count... they're nice, but they can't replace an actual conversation. I just really, really, really, really miss him.
I think I finished up writing my thank you notes. I ate dinner and watched my Netflix movie. After I finish these DVDs, I'm going to switch to streaming, since it really makes breastfeeding more enjoyable.
Eisley is awakening to feed. I must go.
Last night went pretty well with Eisley. I got a two hour stretch right off the bat, then was up for an hour, slept for an hour, then was up for an hour and a half, and slept for another hour. I got four hours of sleep! Yay! Sadly, that felt like a lot. My parents were shocked that I was so pleased, especially considering it wasn't four consecutive hours.
I was up at 0700 and I think I got a half hour nap this afternoon. So, not a bad day. She didn't fuss all night long, either, so that's good, too.
Today I filled out the application for her birth certificate. They're $23 each and my dad says I need four. Three standards and a long. That's a lot of money for four sheets of paper.
I also looked up where the DEERS ID office in Austin is -- Camp Mabry, duh. I found the DD Form 1172-2 to fill out, but I had no idea how to fill most all of it out, so I sent it to Ty. He filled it out and sent it back, but it was empty, so I'm not sure what happened... I will hopefully hear from him soon.
I actually haven't really talked to Ty in the past two days. I was really upset about it yesterday, but figured I'd get to chat with him for a mo today, but I've not. I don't know what to think. I know he works nights, but I don't like not getting to talk to him. Emails of one to two sentences don't really count... they're nice, but they can't replace an actual conversation. I just really, really, really, really miss him.
I think I finished up writing my thank you notes. I ate dinner and watched my Netflix movie. After I finish these DVDs, I'm going to switch to streaming, since it really makes breastfeeding more enjoyable.
Eisley is awakening to feed. I must go.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Day 73: Is That Right?
I don't even know what day it is...
Eisley got some sleep last night, but it was only for an hour or hour and a half at a time. Seeing how it takes me an hour to fall asleep... I got none. Not to mention, she was stretching and making little noises, so I was constantly paranoid that she would wake up and cry. I don't mind if she wakes up -- it is inconvenient when I'd like to be sleeping -- but I don't like when she cries because she is so hard to settle down and she works herself up so much.
I got two 10 minute naps and one eight minute nap between 0800 and 0845. I tried sleeping and getting her to sleep, but she insisted on pooping numerous times in a row.
She spent the day nursing and taking cat naps, none of which would allow her to keep sleeping when I tried to put her down. Thus, I spent the day holding her, feeding her, and watching her sleep.
Finally, I got her to go to sleep, which is good cause I was worried she was getting overly tired from having no lengthy stretches of sleep. I put her down and she stayed asleep and I decided to nap, as well.
My mom came home from work and as I was awake for a moment, she said I needed to get up and go eat. Unfortunately, dinner was disgusting. I showered and tried to rouse Eisley, but to no avail. Not only did I spend 45 minutes trying to wake her up, but had my dad spend another hour plus trying, too.
She has been sleeping for almost six hours now. I am irritated that my mom made me get up to eat gross food when I could have been sleeping. She's so fickle. If I'm up, she tells me to sleep, but if I'm sleeping, she tells me to be up. Well, it's probably the longest stretch of sleep I could have gotten, but won't for a long time.
I was waiting for her to wake up and was going to trade seats with my dad in the living room, so I stuck my stuff on the cabinets, but that never happened. What did happen was I missed getting to talk to Tyler. I don't know why I put my phone down. I guess I figured he emailed me a couple sentences and it's late, so I probably wouldn't hear from him. I was wrong.
I am tired... exhausted... so much so that I can't sleep when I have the chance. I'm irritable. I get to be up another entire night dealing with a crying baby, which is stressful and wears my patience.
Eisley got some sleep last night, but it was only for an hour or hour and a half at a time. Seeing how it takes me an hour to fall asleep... I got none. Not to mention, she was stretching and making little noises, so I was constantly paranoid that she would wake up and cry. I don't mind if she wakes up -- it is inconvenient when I'd like to be sleeping -- but I don't like when she cries because she is so hard to settle down and she works herself up so much.
I got two 10 minute naps and one eight minute nap between 0800 and 0845. I tried sleeping and getting her to sleep, but she insisted on pooping numerous times in a row.
She spent the day nursing and taking cat naps, none of which would allow her to keep sleeping when I tried to put her down. Thus, I spent the day holding her, feeding her, and watching her sleep.
Finally, I got her to go to sleep, which is good cause I was worried she was getting overly tired from having no lengthy stretches of sleep. I put her down and she stayed asleep and I decided to nap, as well.
My mom came home from work and as I was awake for a moment, she said I needed to get up and go eat. Unfortunately, dinner was disgusting. I showered and tried to rouse Eisley, but to no avail. Not only did I spend 45 minutes trying to wake her up, but had my dad spend another hour plus trying, too.
She has been sleeping for almost six hours now. I am irritated that my mom made me get up to eat gross food when I could have been sleeping. She's so fickle. If I'm up, she tells me to sleep, but if I'm sleeping, she tells me to be up. Well, it's probably the longest stretch of sleep I could have gotten, but won't for a long time.
I was waiting for her to wake up and was going to trade seats with my dad in the living room, so I stuck my stuff on the cabinets, but that never happened. What did happen was I missed getting to talk to Tyler. I don't know why I put my phone down. I guess I figured he emailed me a couple sentences and it's late, so I probably wouldn't hear from him. I was wrong.
I am tired... exhausted... so much so that I can't sleep when I have the chance. I'm irritable. I get to be up another entire night dealing with a crying baby, which is stressful and wears my patience.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Day 72: No Sleep Til Brooklyn
Friday night went swimmingly, as far as sleep was concerned, so I knew there was no way I could have two good nights in a row. I was sadly correct. Eisley slept from 2230-2300, then was up until... hmmm... oh yeah, 0930. I gave her to my parents at 0700 because I was just spent.
Eisley slept for 20 minute stretches every hour to hour and a half. Unfortunately, that's not good sleep for anyone -- even a newborn. I got to the point where I didn't even try to go to sleep because it made it so hard to get up and was frustrating. If I just played on my phone for 20 minutes, then picking her up wasn't as cumbersome.
I got an hour and a half of sleep this morning, from 0800 - 0930. My mom came to wake me up to nurse Eisley because she figured it was about that time. I knew she would fall asleep while nursing, so I decided that she would just sleep on me. If I could get her to sleep for just an hour straight on me, then possibly she'd sleep longer if we moved her.
Honestly, I was fine having her sleep on my for hours, but I had to use the bathroom, so the last 20 minutes were pretty rough for my body. Luckily, my dad magically came to get her and I was all to ready to give her over.
I know my parents would want me to sleep, but it takes an hour to fall asleep and then I'd probably only have an hour to sleep because Eisley would wake. I would rather use this time to shower, which I haven't done in two days, or pump, which is quite time consuming and I have to do when I'm not fussing with a baby.
I'll probably shower.
I finally got a pic of the color of Eisley's eyes. The pic wasn't focused on her, but you can see how dark blue they are... at least for now. Hopefully they'll get as green as Tyler's.
Eisley slept for 20 minute stretches every hour to hour and a half. Unfortunately, that's not good sleep for anyone -- even a newborn. I got to the point where I didn't even try to go to sleep because it made it so hard to get up and was frustrating. If I just played on my phone for 20 minutes, then picking her up wasn't as cumbersome.
I got an hour and a half of sleep this morning, from 0800 - 0930. My mom came to wake me up to nurse Eisley because she figured it was about that time. I knew she would fall asleep while nursing, so I decided that she would just sleep on me. If I could get her to sleep for just an hour straight on me, then possibly she'd sleep longer if we moved her.
Honestly, I was fine having her sleep on my for hours, but I had to use the bathroom, so the last 20 minutes were pretty rough for my body. Luckily, my dad magically came to get her and I was all to ready to give her over.
I know my parents would want me to sleep, but it takes an hour to fall asleep and then I'd probably only have an hour to sleep because Eisley would wake. I would rather use this time to shower, which I haven't done in two days, or pump, which is quite time consuming and I have to do when I'm not fussing with a baby.
I'll probably shower.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Day 70 and 71: Learning
So I'm reading and rereading things to try to figure out a system that will work for Eisley and me.
I'm also trying my hardest to distinguish between her cries, but that's not going so well, yet. Hopefully soon though.
I am trying to not let her fall asleep while nursing, which is difficult because she loves to do that. I try not to let her fall asleep with her rub-a-dub (pacifier) either. I am trying to put her down as soon as she even yawns, but she's a party animal, so that's hard. She loves to wake up and get fussy because she's tired, but she's afraid she'll miss something exciting happen, I suppose.
I think I did alright yesterday because last night wasn't horrific. She slept from 2200-0100 (it took me an hour to fall asleep, so I only got a two hour stretch at that point), then was up from 0100 - 0300. We went outside to try to see the meteor shower, but the full moon made it quite difficult.
She slept from 0300 - 0415, but I only got about 15 minutes of sleep during that stint. She was up from 0415- 0600 and I tried to sing her to sleep, but I finally had to succumb and she fell asleep with rub-a-dub :(
She slept for about an hour and a half, then woke up hungry, however I was able to feed her and she went right back to sleep from 0800 - 1100. I woke up at 1000 and felt fine enough, so I decided to be productive.
I attempted pumping for the second time! It's awkward. It's mainly awkward with how the pump is set up -- I feel like I have to lean over because my boobs don't point toward the floor, which seems more conducive to this pump. Plus, it's incredibly slow! It takes at least 10 minutes to pump 2 oz of milk! I likened it to filling a water bottle with tears when you're only mildly sad. Plus, we only have 9 oz bottles, so 2 oz looks like nothing and makes it seem like it's taking even longer.
I plan on looking for smaller bottles and keeping at it, so that way I can get a massage sometime and leave Eis with my folks and if they need to feed her, they can.
I will need to get a new bottle warmer, since I returned the one that was originally given to me because it wasn't the one I wanted... I think only certain ones are good for heating breast milk, but I have to look that up.
We did tummy time for the second time yesterday. My parents wanted to watch, which means Puck did, too. My mom sat in the chair, while my dad and I were on the floor. I took video, which I plan to send to Ty soon. I am at a bit of a standstill, since my computer is being so stupid. I can't actually play a DVD, that's how slow it is!! Paul is trying to help, however I need to back everything up again, because I have a bunch of new music and don't want to lose it.
I also try to send Ty pics and videos of Eisley every day and send them to him so he can be mildly in the loop. However, if I don't take it on my iPhone, then Ty doesn't get it that day, which sucks. Hopefully, I can get my computer fixed asap.
I'm also trying my hardest to distinguish between her cries, but that's not going so well, yet. Hopefully soon though.
I am trying to not let her fall asleep while nursing, which is difficult because she loves to do that. I try not to let her fall asleep with her rub-a-dub (pacifier) either. I am trying to put her down as soon as she even yawns, but she's a party animal, so that's hard. She loves to wake up and get fussy because she's tired, but she's afraid she'll miss something exciting happen, I suppose.
I think I did alright yesterday because last night wasn't horrific. She slept from 2200-0100 (it took me an hour to fall asleep, so I only got a two hour stretch at that point), then was up from 0100 - 0300. We went outside to try to see the meteor shower, but the full moon made it quite difficult.
She slept from 0300 - 0415, but I only got about 15 minutes of sleep during that stint. She was up from 0415- 0600 and I tried to sing her to sleep, but I finally had to succumb and she fell asleep with rub-a-dub :(
She slept for about an hour and a half, then woke up hungry, however I was able to feed her and she went right back to sleep from 0800 - 1100. I woke up at 1000 and felt fine enough, so I decided to be productive.
I attempted pumping for the second time! It's awkward. It's mainly awkward with how the pump is set up -- I feel like I have to lean over because my boobs don't point toward the floor, which seems more conducive to this pump. Plus, it's incredibly slow! It takes at least 10 minutes to pump 2 oz of milk! I likened it to filling a water bottle with tears when you're only mildly sad. Plus, we only have 9 oz bottles, so 2 oz looks like nothing and makes it seem like it's taking even longer.
I plan on looking for smaller bottles and keeping at it, so that way I can get a massage sometime and leave Eis with my folks and if they need to feed her, they can.
I will need to get a new bottle warmer, since I returned the one that was originally given to me because it wasn't the one I wanted... I think only certain ones are good for heating breast milk, but I have to look that up.
We did tummy time for the second time yesterday. My parents wanted to watch, which means Puck did, too. My mom sat in the chair, while my dad and I were on the floor. I took video, which I plan to send to Ty soon. I am at a bit of a standstill, since my computer is being so stupid. I can't actually play a DVD, that's how slow it is!! Paul is trying to help, however I need to back everything up again, because I have a bunch of new music and don't want to lose it.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Day 69: Sleep Deprived
This hourly crap must stop. She slept for TWO four-hour stretches today! Needless to say, she'll be up all night -- booo.
We went to the doctor today for her gunky eye. She's been given an ointment to try to see if it helps. I apparently have a UTI -- good thing I saw the doc!
Tonight Eisley spit up mass amounts, but luckily it was after she'd pooped and I was changing her, so the changing table was soaked and not me, my bed, or my chair.
Today, after we woke up, and I fed her, we did our first tummy time. I was prepared for crying and screaming, but didn't get any. It was surprisingly pleasant. We tried it with her laying with her chest on a folded blanket and she pushed with her legs and moved her head from side to side. I was quite impressed. I don't know when babies turn their head to both sides while on their tummies. I also tried it with nothing under her and she pushed her bum up into the air. She must be quite strong or agile. I hope she has her daddy's athleticism, however that means she'll be crawling and walking soon. I certainly hope she doesn't walk before Ty comes home! She'll be ten months by then, so we'll see.
After tummy time, I gave her a bath -- a real one. I put her Puj in the kitchen sink and got all her stuff. I tried her between towels at first, but it was too hard. I then put a bunch of warm water in it and sat her in it to help clean. I kept the water running into it, so it wouldn't get too cold, but I was also wary of making it too warm. However, she didn't get too warm. She definitely got too cold.
I dried her off and dressed her as quickly as I could to warm her back up. My mom had come home and took her so I could get ready for the doctor. Apparently, she took Eisley outside and she went to sleep as soon as she felt the heat! I showered and we got in the car to head out. About halfway to the doctor's, I asked mom where the diaper bag was... back home, since she'd forgotten to grab it! I had a nipple shield, pacifier, and burp cloth in my purse, but we had no diapers or wipes!
After we got to the doctor's office, my mom left to go to Central Market (since it was closest) to find some diapers and wipes. The diapers were too expensive for emergency diapers, so she found a lady with a baby and bummed a diaper off her, but did purchase some organic hippie-esque wipes.
I think she may be asleep now, so I will try to get some rest, myself.
We went to the doctor today for her gunky eye. She's been given an ointment to try to see if it helps. I apparently have a UTI -- good thing I saw the doc!
Tonight Eisley spit up mass amounts, but luckily it was after she'd pooped and I was changing her, so the changing table was soaked and not me, my bed, or my chair.
Today, after we woke up, and I fed her, we did our first tummy time. I was prepared for crying and screaming, but didn't get any. It was surprisingly pleasant. We tried it with her laying with her chest on a folded blanket and she pushed with her legs and moved her head from side to side. I was quite impressed. I don't know when babies turn their head to both sides while on their tummies. I also tried it with nothing under her and she pushed her bum up into the air. She must be quite strong or agile. I hope she has her daddy's athleticism, however that means she'll be crawling and walking soon. I certainly hope she doesn't walk before Ty comes home! She'll be ten months by then, so we'll see.
After tummy time, I gave her a bath -- a real one. I put her Puj in the kitchen sink and got all her stuff. I tried her between towels at first, but it was too hard. I then put a bunch of warm water in it and sat her in it to help clean. I kept the water running into it, so it wouldn't get too cold, but I was also wary of making it too warm. However, she didn't get too warm. She definitely got too cold.
I dried her off and dressed her as quickly as I could to warm her back up. My mom had come home and took her so I could get ready for the doctor. Apparently, she took Eisley outside and she went to sleep as soon as she felt the heat! I showered and we got in the car to head out. About halfway to the doctor's, I asked mom where the diaper bag was... back home, since she'd forgotten to grab it! I had a nipple shield, pacifier, and burp cloth in my purse, but we had no diapers or wipes!
After we got to the doctor's office, my mom left to go to Central Market (since it was closest) to find some diapers and wipes. The diapers were too expensive for emergency diapers, so she found a lady with a baby and bummed a diaper off her, but did purchase some organic hippie-esque wipes.
I think she may be asleep now, so I will try to get some rest, myself.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Day 68: Sleepin' By The Hour
Yesterday Eis and I had a good schedule going, but my folks decided they wanted to take a new newborn pic of her. I had changed her, fed her, and had her sleeping for 45 minutes when they came up with this plan.
My dad picked out a new toy to put her next to -- Big Bird -- and my mom wanted her in a "cute outfit." I reminded my mom that she's asleep and probably won't stay asleep as we jostle her around to put her in clothes.
My dad practiced with the camera and I laid Eisley down next to Big Bird. However, my dad is painfully slow when taking pics and she woke up...he doesnt want to take pics of her crying for some reason.
My mom picked things out of the closet and I attempted to dress her, however the dress was huge and I pointed out that it defeated the purpose of showing her size when she was in something that hid her size. I said it would be best if she were just in a diaper, especially since nothing fit right.
Needless to say between my mom and dad, i got pretty stressed out.
Afterv that, we went on hourly cycles for the rest of the day and all night long.
Sorry, it's hard to type w one hand when I can barely see the comp!
My dad picked out a new toy to put her next to -- Big Bird -- and my mom wanted her in a "cute outfit." I reminded my mom that she's asleep and probably won't stay asleep as we jostle her around to put her in clothes.
My dad practiced with the camera and I laid Eisley down next to Big Bird. However, my dad is painfully slow when taking pics and she woke up...he doesnt want to take pics of her crying for some reason.
My mom picked things out of the closet and I attempted to dress her, however the dress was huge and I pointed out that it defeated the purpose of showing her size when she was in something that hid her size. I said it would be best if she were just in a diaper, especially since nothing fit right.
Needless to say between my mom and dad, i got pretty stressed out.
Afterv that, we went on hourly cycles for the rest of the day and all night long.
Sorry, it's hard to type w one hand when I can barely see the comp!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Day 67: Ouch
Tuesday through Thursday were spent in the hospital, learning how to breastfeed, change diapers, swaddle, hold Eisley, burp Eisley, and take care of my own injuries.
We left Thursday afternoon and came home. Eis met Bub and he didn't really care she was here -- he was just happy I was home.
The next few days were spent sleeping, nursing, and changing diapers. I looked a moment ago at pics from the hospital and realized my parents didn't take ANY... at least not with my camera. I'm hoping there are some on theirs because it would be really nice to have some from her first few days of life. She's getting prettier by the day and think it's important Ty get to see her from her time in the hospital, since he coudn't be here. Unfortunately, I don't think they thought to take any and I was delirious most of the time due to pain pills and lack of sleep.
I still don't get any sleep, but that's more due to my sleeping patters not matching Eisley's and my inability to sleep when in so much damn pain.
I can literally feel where all my degenerating disks are -- I have pain in my lower back, around my SIs; I have a band of aching around my T6-T7; my neck and traps feel like they're training to be rocks and I get terribly stabby headaches most every moment of the day. Luckily, my arms and legs feel fine cause nothing else does! My lady parts feel as though they went out and got beat up in a fight and my belly is totally achy from cramps and constipation. I stopped taking my pain pills in an attempt to give my body a fighting chance to not get overrun with poo.
Although I only got 5 hours of sleep last night, not all at the same time, mind you, I cannot sleep right now because I hurt too bad. I laid down to try, but I'm hot and cold and my head throbs and my neck aches in every position and my boobs are ready to busy and my back just aches regardless of how I lay.
I decided to take this time to make phone calls and schedule appointments, so I was not just wasting time while Eisley's sleeping. I called the Brain & Spine clinic back and they want my MRI results faxed and they want the notes from my surgery from Spine Nevada from 2006. I am not sure who requested my MRI, so I'm not sure who to call, but I don't want to have to call anyone. I think they should be able to request those records. However, they have to have them and Dr. Hummell has to review them before he'll let me make an appointment! Ugh.
I really wish my hormones would go back to normal already. I'm tired of sweating almost all the time... when I'm not sweating, I'm freezing. At least I should be able to get tired by the time Eis wakes up and then not sleep some more while I take care of her and when I really want to sleep and am able (night), she'll be up wanting to feed, poop, pee, and cry.
We left Thursday afternoon and came home. Eis met Bub and he didn't really care she was here -- he was just happy I was home.
The next few days were spent sleeping, nursing, and changing diapers. I looked a moment ago at pics from the hospital and realized my parents didn't take ANY... at least not with my camera. I'm hoping there are some on theirs because it would be really nice to have some from her first few days of life. She's getting prettier by the day and think it's important Ty get to see her from her time in the hospital, since he coudn't be here. Unfortunately, I don't think they thought to take any and I was delirious most of the time due to pain pills and lack of sleep.
I still don't get any sleep, but that's more due to my sleeping patters not matching Eisley's and my inability to sleep when in so much damn pain.
I can literally feel where all my degenerating disks are -- I have pain in my lower back, around my SIs; I have a band of aching around my T6-T7; my neck and traps feel like they're training to be rocks and I get terribly stabby headaches most every moment of the day. Luckily, my arms and legs feel fine cause nothing else does! My lady parts feel as though they went out and got beat up in a fight and my belly is totally achy from cramps and constipation. I stopped taking my pain pills in an attempt to give my body a fighting chance to not get overrun with poo.
Although I only got 5 hours of sleep last night, not all at the same time, mind you, I cannot sleep right now because I hurt too bad. I laid down to try, but I'm hot and cold and my head throbs and my neck aches in every position and my boobs are ready to busy and my back just aches regardless of how I lay.
I decided to take this time to make phone calls and schedule appointments, so I was not just wasting time while Eisley's sleeping. I called the Brain & Spine clinic back and they want my MRI results faxed and they want the notes from my surgery from Spine Nevada from 2006. I am not sure who requested my MRI, so I'm not sure who to call, but I don't want to have to call anyone. I think they should be able to request those records. However, they have to have them and Dr. Hummell has to review them before he'll let me make an appointment! Ugh.
I really wish my hormones would go back to normal already. I'm tired of sweating almost all the time... when I'm not sweating, I'm freezing. At least I should be able to get tired by the time Eis wakes up and then not sleep some more while I take care of her and when I really want to sleep and am able (night), she'll be up wanting to feed, poop, pee, and cry.
Day 65: Babified
Day 60 I was in too much back pain to write and went to sleep.
Around 0200, I felt my first contraction while sleeping. I did my best to keep sleeping and be vaguely aware of the frequency in which they came. This became quite difficult when I was too tired to turn around and check out the clock and also remember when the last one had occurred.
Eventually, they were too frequent to enjoy sleep anymore. I was fairly certain they were not B-H as it was a feeling I'd never felt before and was pretty intense. The first one felt like a giant rubber band was snapped into my spine and the pain radiated around to my belly and pelvis. They obviously became more frequent and subsequently, longer.
I got up and tried to poo, hoping that would make them stop. I walked. I drank water. I laid down. Nothing seemed to effect the contractions, so I was certain they were the real deal... not to mention I was already a week overdue. I used my phone to time them and pushed the "lap" button every time I felt one coming. They were between 5-6 minutes apart by 0400, so I debated calling Ty. I didn't want to go to the hospital and have them tell me to go home, however I was overdue and would be admitted that night for induction, anyway, and I didn't want Ty waiting around longer than he needed.
I called him at 0502 and told him I probably wouldn't make to that night and to be ready. He asked how far apart my contractions were and I let him know that I would keep monitoring them, shower, pack up, then wake my parents. I didn't want to wake them before I was 100% sure.
By 0600 I was showered and fairly ready, but my contractions were 3-4 minutes apart. I knew I had to wake my folks. I hoped they were calm.
I went in and shook my dad's foot until he woke up. My mom woke up when my dad did and I told them, "No reason to rush, but I think we should go to the hospital soonish." They got up and asked me everything I figured they would. They didn't want to wake up and go to the hospital if it were just B-H. However I reminded them that I was overdue and would be admitted that night, regardless, not to mention I'd never felt pains like this before. I did my best to use tactical breathing and breathe through them while my folks got ready to go.
Around 0645, I was starting to get anxious and wanted to get a move on, but my mom wasn't ready yet. I had my dad hurry her along, so we could go. We left about 0700 and fought traffic all the way to the hospital.
I was admitted and taken to a room where I was checked and strapped to monitors. I was barely 3cm. They gave me an IV and I got my laptop set up to talk to Ty. He was on and we had a pretty good connection -- yay!
I continued through my contractions until I had one that sent my back into spasm. I shrieked and sobbed because I couldn't lie down or move to make it stop. My mom went to get a nurse, who gave me some meds through my IV to help and they lowered the bed to where I could lie down. They also started the Pitocin to help me dilate.
Very few hours later, they realized I was at 10cm and stopped the Pitocin. They also decided it was time to push. My parents left for the waiting room and the nurse, Morgan, came in to get me started. I pushed when she told me and Ty was left to watch and comment on how red my face got when I pushed. Thank, babe. The epidural had made it to where I didn't feel any contractions until around the time I started pushing, even then I could only barely feel them. My left leg worked fine enough, but my right leg was totally useless. Morgan had to lift my leg and hand it to me to hold while pushing, then lower it for me when I could relax. We pushed for an hour or so, then she called in the delivery team.
What seemed like 10 nurses came in the room. I don't actually know, since my eyes were closed and I was focused on trying to focus (hard, I know) and I didn't care to open them. I pushed and was cheered on by the nurses and by Ty. Eventually we were close and the delivery doc told a nurse to get a mirror so I could see, but I quickly blurted out, "No!!" They all laughed and the doc made joke about me being sure I didn't want a mirror. We continued and I pushed out her head and they told me to stop pushing while they removed the cord from her neck, then they had me give one more big push and they pulled her out.
Again, they told me to look and I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. They put a towel on my belly/chest and plopped her down on top of me. At this point, Ty could see her and seemed to be ecstatic. I opened my eyes and notice how very close to my face she was and how warm she was. However, since she was still all gunky, I didn't want to touch her or look too much, so I watched Tyler.
They spent another 20-30 minutes (or so it seemed) getting the "other stuff" out of me and asked me if I wanted to cut the cord -- I said no, obviously. Then they sewed me up and took Eisley to get cleaned up.
Around 0200, I felt my first contraction while sleeping. I did my best to keep sleeping and be vaguely aware of the frequency in which they came. This became quite difficult when I was too tired to turn around and check out the clock and also remember when the last one had occurred.
Eventually, they were too frequent to enjoy sleep anymore. I was fairly certain they were not B-H as it was a feeling I'd never felt before and was pretty intense. The first one felt like a giant rubber band was snapped into my spine and the pain radiated around to my belly and pelvis. They obviously became more frequent and subsequently, longer.
I got up and tried to poo, hoping that would make them stop. I walked. I drank water. I laid down. Nothing seemed to effect the contractions, so I was certain they were the real deal... not to mention I was already a week overdue. I used my phone to time them and pushed the "lap" button every time I felt one coming. They were between 5-6 minutes apart by 0400, so I debated calling Ty. I didn't want to go to the hospital and have them tell me to go home, however I was overdue and would be admitted that night for induction, anyway, and I didn't want Ty waiting around longer than he needed.
I called him at 0502 and told him I probably wouldn't make to that night and to be ready. He asked how far apart my contractions were and I let him know that I would keep monitoring them, shower, pack up, then wake my parents. I didn't want to wake them before I was 100% sure.
By 0600 I was showered and fairly ready, but my contractions were 3-4 minutes apart. I knew I had to wake my folks. I hoped they were calm.
I went in and shook my dad's foot until he woke up. My mom woke up when my dad did and I told them, "No reason to rush, but I think we should go to the hospital soonish." They got up and asked me everything I figured they would. They didn't want to wake up and go to the hospital if it were just B-H. However I reminded them that I was overdue and would be admitted that night, regardless, not to mention I'd never felt pains like this before. I did my best to use tactical breathing and breathe through them while my folks got ready to go.
Around 0645, I was starting to get anxious and wanted to get a move on, but my mom wasn't ready yet. I had my dad hurry her along, so we could go. We left about 0700 and fought traffic all the way to the hospital.
I was admitted and taken to a room where I was checked and strapped to monitors. I was barely 3cm. They gave me an IV and I got my laptop set up to talk to Ty. He was on and we had a pretty good connection -- yay!
I continued through my contractions until I had one that sent my back into spasm. I shrieked and sobbed because I couldn't lie down or move to make it stop. My mom went to get a nurse, who gave me some meds through my IV to help and they lowered the bed to where I could lie down. They also started the Pitocin to help me dilate.
Very few hours later, they realized I was at 10cm and stopped the Pitocin. They also decided it was time to push. My parents left for the waiting room and the nurse, Morgan, came in to get me started. I pushed when she told me and Ty was left to watch and comment on how red my face got when I pushed. Thank, babe. The epidural had made it to where I didn't feel any contractions until around the time I started pushing, even then I could only barely feel them. My left leg worked fine enough, but my right leg was totally useless. Morgan had to lift my leg and hand it to me to hold while pushing, then lower it for me when I could relax. We pushed for an hour or so, then she called in the delivery team.
What seemed like 10 nurses came in the room. I don't actually know, since my eyes were closed and I was focused on trying to focus (hard, I know) and I didn't care to open them. I pushed and was cheered on by the nurses and by Ty. Eventually we were close and the delivery doc told a nurse to get a mirror so I could see, but I quickly blurted out, "No!!" They all laughed and the doc made joke about me being sure I didn't want a mirror. We continued and I pushed out her head and they told me to stop pushing while they removed the cord from her neck, then they had me give one more big push and they pulled her out.
Again, they told me to look and I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. They put a towel on my belly/chest and plopped her down on top of me. At this point, Ty could see her and seemed to be ecstatic. I opened my eyes and notice how very close to my face she was and how warm she was. However, since she was still all gunky, I didn't want to touch her or look too much, so I watched Tyler.
They spent another 20-30 minutes (or so it seemed) getting the "other stuff" out of me and asked me if I wanted to cut the cord -- I said no, obviously. Then they sewed me up and took Eisley to get cleaned up.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Day 59: Doctor
Woke up early to go to an early doctor appointment. I didn't feel well this morning. Needless to say, Dr. A's pelvic exam really didn't help anything. I don't know what she does that's different to the Dr. K or Dr. R, but I thought I might pass out or vomit or cry she was hurting me so bad... actually, it felt like all three would happen at once. It took everything I had to make sure I didn't cry.
I wish I could have seen what I looked like cause it felt like all the color drained out of my face and I was really hot. I couldn't pay much attention to what she said the rest of the time cause I though I may die. She did say she wanted me tomorrow evening... like was already planned.
We did ask about her saying she didn't want me going past my due date and she said, "Yes!" We were left like... "Ummmm... ok? That was last week?" and she said, "Yes!" I am not sure what goes on in her head.
Needless to say, I hobbled out to the car and mom took me home. I got an ice pack and slept for the next three hours or so until Ty texted me. We chatted for a bit -- it was nice.
I decided to get up and have some grapes and cheese, but it didn't last too long before my back started seizing. I put away my food, got a new ice pack, then came to lay down more.
At 1500 Mom came home and turned on my tv. There wasn't a lot on, but I watched what there was until dinner at 1840. I only got a couple bites before my back started spasming, so I tried the dining room, which helped a little. After dinner, I took my ice packs and laid down on the couch to watch tv with the folks.
Yay for Dr. A's pelvic exams putting me out of commission for an entire day and night after getting them!
I wish I could have seen what I looked like cause it felt like all the color drained out of my face and I was really hot. I couldn't pay much attention to what she said the rest of the time cause I though I may die. She did say she wanted me tomorrow evening... like was already planned.
We did ask about her saying she didn't want me going past my due date and she said, "Yes!" We were left like... "Ummmm... ok? That was last week?" and she said, "Yes!" I am not sure what goes on in her head.
Needless to say, I hobbled out to the car and mom took me home. I got an ice pack and slept for the next three hours or so until Ty texted me. We chatted for a bit -- it was nice.
I decided to get up and have some grapes and cheese, but it didn't last too long before my back started seizing. I put away my food, got a new ice pack, then came to lay down more.
At 1500 Mom came home and turned on my tv. There wasn't a lot on, but I watched what there was until dinner at 1840. I only got a couple bites before my back started spasming, so I tried the dining room, which helped a little. After dinner, I took my ice packs and laid down on the couch to watch tv with the folks.
Yay for Dr. A's pelvic exams putting me out of commission for an entire day and night after getting them!
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