Ok, so we leave for my cousin Maria del Mar's wedding on next Wednesday, and surprisingly enough, it's not the flying that is worrying me. What is really starting to give me a case of the needaxanaxsees is whether or not my bridesmaid dress will fit. I am 95% sure it will, but I didn't try on the dress in my size that I ordered, and now, with a week before the wedding, I am starting to panic.
Also, I have no clue on what shoes to wear. Any suggestions? Or should I just buy some shoes when I get there? Use that time to go to Plaza and partake in retail therapy.
Another question... how should I wear my hair??? Curly and worry free or should I try to tame the Mufasa-ness of my hair and brave the freaking humidity with some serious hairspray and a blowout worthy of New Orleans type humidity? I always remember that Friends episode where Monica's hair eventually ended up looking like a Cathy comic strip.
I know this is an abnormal posting, but I am watching tv and am very not-focused. I hope to write something funny tomorrow. In the meantime, have a great night...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Point/Counterpoint!
Hey there lovahs! Yours truly, Ms. Fierce, is back!!!!!!!!! It has been WAAAAYYYY too long to deprive my bbs of the musings and ponderings of a genius! Alas, nothing has sparked my literary fire until NOW! I have officially met my "twin" in NYC, care of my amazing friend Camille. Scary, isn't it??? There is another me out there.. except they are male. And gay. So other than those two minor differences, we are exactly the same.
Now, Andy, the love muffin he is, has started a blog. (It's fabu.. you MUST go read it! Link is on the right side) Now, his first blog ever is the TOP 10 REASONS WHY HE DOESN'T WANT A BABY!!! Other than the fact that he physically can't have a kid because he is missing lady parts/gates of paradise, he clearly does not want to breed. As a non-breeder myself (yes, I have a child, but does that make me one in my definition of said breeder? NO! Definition is above) I understand exactly what he means. I, too, was a fan of the Mommie Dearest method of parenting. (You all KNOW my fascination with that movie.. Poor Charlie) On his blog, he writes some very valid, VERY strong arguments as to why he doesn't want a child. I would like to counterargue his points with my own top ten.
10. A Whole new reason to shop.
Yes, you heard me right. (well, read me right, since this is a blog) I thought as a fashionista, I had all the reasons of shopping down to a science. I puckered my mouth in distaste when passing a children's store. What the hell would I find there other than vomit, horrid prints, even worse pastels and mom jeans??? Well, as with anything worth looking for, with some hard work, you can find some of the cutest stuff for a kid ever!!! Did you know Dior makes baby onsies? Burberry has polos! Gucci has baby carriers!!! Louis has a baby bag!!! Too often we are so desensitized by all the ugly stuff out there, that we forget there is HOPE! I am eventually getting a new diaper bag, and guess what, it will be fabulous. Who says it has to be matronly and ugly? Is that now synonymos with babies? Who the hell said so?? Oh yeah right, the ugly mommy brigade. Well this is one mom who says NO WAY.. With a kid, my shopping obsession has become doubled because of this little person. Granted, its not only for me, but if you love shopping as much as I do, you will take it whenever, however and in whatever form you can.
9. You have an easy out clause.
Let's say you were invited to some lame function (with even lamer cash bar) that you SERIOUSLY don't want to go to, but must. Ugh.. the sheer thought of idle conversation and forced laughter is enough to drive you over the edge. A person with no child could selfishly say, no, I don't want to go to "insert function name" because I don't want to. That's a good enough excuse, but, truthfully, you look and sound like a half brained spoiled twit. You could say you're sick, but honestly, how many times can you really use that and still sound credible? A death in the family? Yes, but you seriously pushing the karma button on that one. What is a non-child having person to do? I don't know about them, but I can use my kid as an excuse. Not only do I sound like a freaking Mother of the Year (oh.. Charlie has a low grade fever and I MUST be with him to make sure he's ok) but you get out of your obligation. Sure, non-breeders can still say no, but you will look like a schmuck (without a good excuse, at least) where as I will look like a Saint.
8. Work from Home Clause
Enough said. Unless you have puppies/dog, I don't think they will be as lax with non-breeders.
7. Cut in line/get a seat clause
I get to go in front of you at most things, like airports, trains, buses, etc. Yes, my kid is crying and annoying you, but I have a seat on the metro and you don't. Ha!
6. You can destroy someone's house that you don't like. (in seconds)
You know that annoying co-worker that threw you under the bus last year?? Take your kid to their house and let them spit up on their wool houndstooth rug. Let them try to spray and wash that carpet knowing they just blew $3000 for nothing! For even more mass destruction, give the kid grape juice. Shake a few times and enjoy!
5. Babies are the new wingman.
Oh, laugh and mock if you must, but strap a kid in a Baby Bjorn and see how much attention you get. (This is mostly for guys, but it can work in women's favor too) Seriously, my husband, Saint Pete, had Charlie strapped in and the women were FAWNING and GUSHING over themselves to get to him. Pete, of course, loved it. Some hottie at Gap was MACKING on the sales girl and she was eating it up. Granted, the venue will be different, but the results are just the same.
4. Tax Deduction.
So you want the new Louis Neverfull, but alas, your non-breeder salary doesn't allow for it, credit cards are maxed out and you are getting nothing back from the tax man. Boo-hoo.... Guess what.. that kid you don't like/aren't having.. just bought me mine. :-) God bless the U.S.A.
3. You actually have a reason for an S.U.V.
Well, a green/earth friendly one, anyway. Still no need for a freaking hummer. But honestly, what the hell does one person need with an GX for?? Well, other than loading a ton of shopping bags, and we BOTH know you don't make that kind of money.
2. Someone will take care of you.
Let's face it. We will get old. Yes, it's true. And no matter how fabulous we are now, fabulous does have to age. You can have the best plans laid out, but when you are pooping yourself in a depends, it will be nice to have someone repay the favor. (let's hope we don't get to that point, but hey, you never EVER know)
1. And the best reason EVER to have a Child....
They are a mini you. No more explanation needed!!!
Comments are welcome.. unless you are nasty and bitter, and have nothing constructive to say.
Now, Andy, the love muffin he is, has started a blog. (It's fabu.. you MUST go read it! Link is on the right side) Now, his first blog ever is the TOP 10 REASONS WHY HE DOESN'T WANT A BABY!!! Other than the fact that he physically can't have a kid because he is missing lady parts/gates of paradise, he clearly does not want to breed. As a non-breeder myself (yes, I have a child, but does that make me one in my definition of said breeder? NO! Definition is above) I understand exactly what he means. I, too, was a fan of the Mommie Dearest method of parenting. (You all KNOW my fascination with that movie.. Poor Charlie) On his blog, he writes some very valid, VERY strong arguments as to why he doesn't want a child. I would like to counterargue his points with my own top ten.
10. A Whole new reason to shop.
Yes, you heard me right. (well, read me right, since this is a blog) I thought as a fashionista, I had all the reasons of shopping down to a science. I puckered my mouth in distaste when passing a children's store. What the hell would I find there other than vomit, horrid prints, even worse pastels and mom jeans??? Well, as with anything worth looking for, with some hard work, you can find some of the cutest stuff for a kid ever!!! Did you know Dior makes baby onsies? Burberry has polos! Gucci has baby carriers!!! Louis has a baby bag!!! Too often we are so desensitized by all the ugly stuff out there, that we forget there is HOPE! I am eventually getting a new diaper bag, and guess what, it will be fabulous. Who says it has to be matronly and ugly? Is that now synonymos with babies? Who the hell said so?? Oh yeah right, the ugly mommy brigade. Well this is one mom who says NO WAY.. With a kid, my shopping obsession has become doubled because of this little person. Granted, its not only for me, but if you love shopping as much as I do, you will take it whenever, however and in whatever form you can.
9. You have an easy out clause.
Let's say you were invited to some lame function (with even lamer cash bar) that you SERIOUSLY don't want to go to, but must. Ugh.. the sheer thought of idle conversation and forced laughter is enough to drive you over the edge. A person with no child could selfishly say, no, I don't want to go to "insert function name" because I don't want to. That's a good enough excuse, but, truthfully, you look and sound like a half brained spoiled twit. You could say you're sick, but honestly, how many times can you really use that and still sound credible? A death in the family? Yes, but you seriously pushing the karma button on that one. What is a non-child having person to do? I don't know about them, but I can use my kid as an excuse. Not only do I sound like a freaking Mother of the Year (oh.. Charlie has a low grade fever and I MUST be with him to make sure he's ok) but you get out of your obligation. Sure, non-breeders can still say no, but you will look like a schmuck (without a good excuse, at least) where as I will look like a Saint.
8. Work from Home Clause
Enough said. Unless you have puppies/dog, I don't think they will be as lax with non-breeders.
7. Cut in line/get a seat clause
I get to go in front of you at most things, like airports, trains, buses, etc. Yes, my kid is crying and annoying you, but I have a seat on the metro and you don't. Ha!
6. You can destroy someone's house that you don't like. (in seconds)
You know that annoying co-worker that threw you under the bus last year?? Take your kid to their house and let them spit up on their wool houndstooth rug. Let them try to spray and wash that carpet knowing they just blew $3000 for nothing! For even more mass destruction, give the kid grape juice. Shake a few times and enjoy!
5. Babies are the new wingman.
Oh, laugh and mock if you must, but strap a kid in a Baby Bjorn and see how much attention you get. (This is mostly for guys, but it can work in women's favor too) Seriously, my husband, Saint Pete, had Charlie strapped in and the women were FAWNING and GUSHING over themselves to get to him. Pete, of course, loved it. Some hottie at Gap was MACKING on the sales girl and she was eating it up. Granted, the venue will be different, but the results are just the same.
4. Tax Deduction.
So you want the new Louis Neverfull, but alas, your non-breeder salary doesn't allow for it, credit cards are maxed out and you are getting nothing back from the tax man. Boo-hoo.... Guess what.. that kid you don't like/aren't having.. just bought me mine. :-) God bless the U.S.A.
3. You actually have a reason for an S.U.V.
Well, a green/earth friendly one, anyway. Still no need for a freaking hummer. But honestly, what the hell does one person need with an GX for?? Well, other than loading a ton of shopping bags, and we BOTH know you don't make that kind of money.
2. Someone will take care of you.
Let's face it. We will get old. Yes, it's true. And no matter how fabulous we are now, fabulous does have to age. You can have the best plans laid out, but when you are pooping yourself in a depends, it will be nice to have someone repay the favor. (let's hope we don't get to that point, but hey, you never EVER know)
1. And the best reason EVER to have a Child....
They are a mini you. No more explanation needed!!!
Comments are welcome.. unless you are nasty and bitter, and have nothing constructive to say.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Update on CJ
Alrighty people.. here is his info for now!
Weight: 8 pounds 6 oz
Lenth: 21 inches
Mom: exhausted but happy.
Dad: feeling broke but happy!
We will post pics soon!
Weight: 8 pounds 6 oz
Lenth: 21 inches
Mom: exhausted but happy.
Dad: feeling broke but happy!
We will post pics soon!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
It's been a while!
Well hello there my loyal and loving fans... I am back and no longer PREGGERS! As you read in Pete's previous entries, (thank god for him or there would be no updates!) Charles Joseph Hackman entered our world on Decemeber 23rd at 9:34. He has been an absolute blessing, and surprisingly enough, not so annoying like I thought he would be the first couple of weeks.
We have definitely had our ups and downs, but so far everything is falling into place. Before we begin, I would like to take this time to write some observations while they are still fresh in my mind.. Here they are:
1. Room service in a hospital is a good thing. For those of you contemplating where to deliver, I highly suggest Mercy Fairfield. The hospital staff are amazing and honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better place to deliver. But seriously, the room service was the best feature. I loved the fact that I could have pretty much anything I wanted and it was simply a phone call away. Ladies, really.. when checking out hospitals, MAKE SURE they offer this service. You will thank me.
2. There is no need to have your nursery done prior to your babies arrival. In fact, the people that say it needs to be done should be shot. Charlie has not spent ONE night in his room! I am not saying it is a lot easier to get it done before hand but don't finish it because you think he or she will be spending tons of time in it. They won't!! Charlie has spent most of his time in two areas. One: his bouncy chair in the living room. (I will give you more on that in a few) and his pack and play in our room. Thats it. The only thing I recommend having finished in his room are the paint job and the closet and maybe the changing table. Now, don't get me wrong... I am not saying leave eveyrthing for you to do when your kid is six months old, but don't have a coronary if the room is not done prior to delivery.
3. A pack and play and the Bright Starts By your side bouncer are worth their weight in gold. I understand that everyone's needs will be different, but with out these items, we would be SOL. We particularly love the by your side seat. I love how it has a "catch all" under the seat for important items like pampers and extra clothes. Without it, we would be running up and down the stairs a million times a day. Oh, and make sure to get the 3 in 1 Gentle Vibrations thingy for bedtime. NOthing makes you feel better than seeing your newborn hit the mattress and be out in a second because of the soothing heartbeat sound and vibrating sensation. Ahhhh... peace!
4. Swaddle me's. Really. The best thing to keep your kid warm and happy and mommy sane. For those of you wondering what to get for a shower gift for first time mom's, these are very inexpensive and great.
5. Newborn/preemie sized clothing. I know I know... they grow out of them so fast, but at least have two-four outfits that FIT when they get here. NOthing really fit Charlie those first few days and I had to go out and buy new outfits so he would not suffocate from the extra fabric when it was bedtime.
6. Anything Mustela. Sorry P&G, but this brand of cleansing items have kept Charlie clean, without major skin issues and so far, no diaper rash. It makes him smell like a yummy baby and doesn't dry his skin out. The one drawback.. its PRICEY. You can find it at Babies R Us or C.O. Bigelow. I particularly like the cold cream for dry skin and cold weather and the diaper wipes.
7. Baby Gap. This has served me well as Charlie's main source of ridiculously cute outfits.
8. Pacifiers. Of any kind. Screw the expert advice and how it will cause damage to your kid, etc etc. If you don't use it, severe brain and sanity damage will be done to you and your partner. We would be in a mental hospital with out it.
9. Nursing bras. I thought they were hideous and ugly, but yes, the contraptions are actually useful. Ugh.. chalk one up for practical over pretty.
10. Lanolin and LOTS of it. For those of you breast feeding or even TRYING to do it, stock up on this stuff. And SLATHER it on.. trust me on this one. Your nips will thank you and me for it.
Ok.. my head hurts and Charlie needs his bottle and I need to deflate my gozongas. I hope this entry finds everyone healthy and happy and as blessed as Pete and I are. Lots of love!!
We have definitely had our ups and downs, but so far everything is falling into place. Before we begin, I would like to take this time to write some observations while they are still fresh in my mind.. Here they are:
1. Room service in a hospital is a good thing. For those of you contemplating where to deliver, I highly suggest Mercy Fairfield. The hospital staff are amazing and honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better place to deliver. But seriously, the room service was the best feature. I loved the fact that I could have pretty much anything I wanted and it was simply a phone call away. Ladies, really.. when checking out hospitals, MAKE SURE they offer this service. You will thank me.
2. There is no need to have your nursery done prior to your babies arrival. In fact, the people that say it needs to be done should be shot. Charlie has not spent ONE night in his room! I am not saying it is a lot easier to get it done before hand but don't finish it because you think he or she will be spending tons of time in it. They won't!! Charlie has spent most of his time in two areas. One: his bouncy chair in the living room. (I will give you more on that in a few) and his pack and play in our room. Thats it. The only thing I recommend having finished in his room are the paint job and the closet and maybe the changing table. Now, don't get me wrong... I am not saying leave eveyrthing for you to do when your kid is six months old, but don't have a coronary if the room is not done prior to delivery.
3. A pack and play and the Bright Starts By your side bouncer are worth their weight in gold. I understand that everyone's needs will be different, but with out these items, we would be SOL. We particularly love the by your side seat. I love how it has a "catch all" under the seat for important items like pampers and extra clothes. Without it, we would be running up and down the stairs a million times a day. Oh, and make sure to get the 3 in 1 Gentle Vibrations thingy for bedtime. NOthing makes you feel better than seeing your newborn hit the mattress and be out in a second because of the soothing heartbeat sound and vibrating sensation. Ahhhh... peace!
4. Swaddle me's. Really. The best thing to keep your kid warm and happy and mommy sane. For those of you wondering what to get for a shower gift for first time mom's, these are very inexpensive and great.
5. Newborn/preemie sized clothing. I know I know... they grow out of them so fast, but at least have two-four outfits that FIT when they get here. NOthing really fit Charlie those first few days and I had to go out and buy new outfits so he would not suffocate from the extra fabric when it was bedtime.
6. Anything Mustela. Sorry P&G, but this brand of cleansing items have kept Charlie clean, without major skin issues and so far, no diaper rash. It makes him smell like a yummy baby and doesn't dry his skin out. The one drawback.. its PRICEY. You can find it at Babies R Us or C.O. Bigelow. I particularly like the cold cream for dry skin and cold weather and the diaper wipes.
7. Baby Gap. This has served me well as Charlie's main source of ridiculously cute outfits.
8. Pacifiers. Of any kind. Screw the expert advice and how it will cause damage to your kid, etc etc. If you don't use it, severe brain and sanity damage will be done to you and your partner. We would be in a mental hospital with out it.
9. Nursing bras. I thought they were hideous and ugly, but yes, the contraptions are actually useful. Ugh.. chalk one up for practical over pretty.
10. Lanolin and LOTS of it. For those of you breast feeding or even TRYING to do it, stock up on this stuff. And SLATHER it on.. trust me on this one. Your nips will thank you and me for it.
Ok.. my head hurts and Charlie needs his bottle and I need to deflate my gozongas. I hope this entry finds everyone healthy and happy and as blessed as Pete and I are. Lots of love!!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Charles Joseph Hackman is here!
It is Pete again, to announce that Charles Joseph Hackman entered the world at 9:34 am on Tuesday, December 23rd! He weighed 7 lbs 14 oz, and is 21 inches long!
What a day this has been... I posted my last post at around 1:30 am and was downright grumpy and tired. Needless to say, I didn't sleep a whole lot that night... Anyway, I will do my best to accurately describe the events of the day...
I slept until around 4 am and then I woke up for some reason... I can't remember if someone had come in to check on Marie or not but it is honestly all a blur at this point. I want to say that the night nurse had come in to check on Marie to see how things were. From what I recall, the night nurse was checking her dilation as it looked like she was progressing to the point that they might want her to start pushing.
At 7 am, the shift change took place and the new nurse just took charge and had Marie start pushing heavily. The baby was in the +1 position, which meant that his head had gotten to a point that it was starting to pass the pelvic bone. So from 7 to about 8:30, they had Marie really start pushing and there were a few points when you could see the tip of his head. They got him to the point that they wanted to call the doctor, and found out that the doctor was in with another patient delivering via c-section and would be a while!
So the nurse immediately had Marie stop pushing and even though the baby was starting to show, he was okay and his heartbeat was strong. They took her off the Pitocin to slow down the contractions. Since they knew that the doctor would be a while, they told Marie to rest for the next half hour or so, conserving her energy... We all took a quick nap and then around 9 am, the doctor came in and siad that she was ready to have Marie push again.
So, she started pushing pretty hard at that point and after a few hard pushes, Charles Joseph Hackman was born! It was so surreal... I was watching with my camera at the ready, hoping to snap a picture of Charlie's first minutes... Then all of a sudden, out popped this little head, all wrinkled and ugly and blue! Then the doctor starting yanking on the poor baby's neck and I could have sworn that she was going to break the poor little fellow's neck, trying to pull the rest of his little body out of that tiny hole! Anyway, after a few tugs, he came out and started turning even more blue than before... Then came the most beautiful, and yet pathetic little cry as he started to cry... I was so in awe that I completely forgot to take a picture of him coming out!
They then proceeded to wipe him off, rubbing his back and coaxing him to get all of the crud out of his lungs... He cried for about a minute and then they put him on Marie's chest. She had done so great... It was really just amazing... Simply amazing... There is no other word for it!
So they tended to fixing up Marie, and as they did that, they took Charlie over to the warmer (or the Chicken Fryer, as Marie called it). I went over to check him out and he was just the most chill baby! He just sat there looking at me and I looking at him and it was just so surreal... I could not beleive that this little thing was the by-product of Marie and I!
Anyway, at that point, it is once again a blur as everyone was rushing in and out of the room... There were dozens of calls and text messages that were sent out over that next hour. I am sure that there are tons of people that I forgot to tell.
So around noon or so, Mom and Dad Bonaccorse headed down to the cafeteria to get some lunch and give the newly expanded Hackman family some time to bond. We ordered some food from the cafeteria and then just sat in awe. After lunch, Mom and Dad went back to the house to get some rest. I stayed with Marie and we both finally just zonked out. We slept at least a good three hours or so.
Anyway, it is almost a full 24 hours since the last post and I am rather tired... Marie and Charlie are doing great. They expect us to be able to come back home either late on Christmas Eve or early Christmas day! That is all I can type for now... Maybe if we aren't completely wiped, we will give more details... Or maybe Marie will give her point of view...
Regardless, my life will NEVER be the same and I am looking forward to getting CJ home. I don't think, that you could ask for a better Christmas present!
What a day this has been... I posted my last post at around 1:30 am and was downright grumpy and tired. Needless to say, I didn't sleep a whole lot that night... Anyway, I will do my best to accurately describe the events of the day...
I slept until around 4 am and then I woke up for some reason... I can't remember if someone had come in to check on Marie or not but it is honestly all a blur at this point. I want to say that the night nurse had come in to check on Marie to see how things were. From what I recall, the night nurse was checking her dilation as it looked like she was progressing to the point that they might want her to start pushing.
At 7 am, the shift change took place and the new nurse just took charge and had Marie start pushing heavily. The baby was in the +1 position, which meant that his head had gotten to a point that it was starting to pass the pelvic bone. So from 7 to about 8:30, they had Marie really start pushing and there were a few points when you could see the tip of his head. They got him to the point that they wanted to call the doctor, and found out that the doctor was in with another patient delivering via c-section and would be a while!
So the nurse immediately had Marie stop pushing and even though the baby was starting to show, he was okay and his heartbeat was strong. They took her off the Pitocin to slow down the contractions. Since they knew that the doctor would be a while, they told Marie to rest for the next half hour or so, conserving her energy... We all took a quick nap and then around 9 am, the doctor came in and siad that she was ready to have Marie push again.
So, she started pushing pretty hard at that point and after a few hard pushes, Charles Joseph Hackman was born! It was so surreal... I was watching with my camera at the ready, hoping to snap a picture of Charlie's first minutes... Then all of a sudden, out popped this little head, all wrinkled and ugly and blue! Then the doctor starting yanking on the poor baby's neck and I could have sworn that she was going to break the poor little fellow's neck, trying to pull the rest of his little body out of that tiny hole! Anyway, after a few tugs, he came out and started turning even more blue than before... Then came the most beautiful, and yet pathetic little cry as he started to cry... I was so in awe that I completely forgot to take a picture of him coming out!
They then proceeded to wipe him off, rubbing his back and coaxing him to get all of the crud out of his lungs... He cried for about a minute and then they put him on Marie's chest. She had done so great... It was really just amazing... Simply amazing... There is no other word for it!
So they tended to fixing up Marie, and as they did that, they took Charlie over to the warmer (or the Chicken Fryer, as Marie called it). I went over to check him out and he was just the most chill baby! He just sat there looking at me and I looking at him and it was just so surreal... I could not beleive that this little thing was the by-product of Marie and I!
Anyway, at that point, it is once again a blur as everyone was rushing in and out of the room... There were dozens of calls and text messages that were sent out over that next hour. I am sure that there are tons of people that I forgot to tell.
So around noon or so, Mom and Dad Bonaccorse headed down to the cafeteria to get some lunch and give the newly expanded Hackman family some time to bond. We ordered some food from the cafeteria and then just sat in awe. After lunch, Mom and Dad went back to the house to get some rest. I stayed with Marie and we both finally just zonked out. We slept at least a good three hours or so.
Anyway, it is almost a full 24 hours since the last post and I am rather tired... Marie and Charlie are doing great. They expect us to be able to come back home either late on Christmas Eve or early Christmas day! That is all I can type for now... Maybe if we aren't completely wiped, we will give more details... Or maybe Marie will give her point of view...
Regardless, my life will NEVER be the same and I am looking forward to getting CJ home. I don't think, that you could ask for a better Christmas present!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Marie's pre-labor saga
Hello everyone! This is Pete... I apologize that it has been almost two months since the last post... Marie has been a bad blogger!
Anyway, I just wanted to give everyone a quick update on how Marie is doing... On Saturday evening, Marie was not feeling well, and was vomiting just about every hour or so from around 11 pm to around 7 am on Sunday morning. Because of all of the vomiting, Marie was feeling a bit dehydrated, which made her Braxton Hicks contractions a little stronger than usual... However, there was no regularity to them and even though they seemed to sometimes increase in severity, they also waned quite a bit as well. So on Sunday morning, Marie called the doctor and they said to come to the hospital to make sure that everything was okay.
So Marie, her mother, and I packed up all of our stuff and headed off to the hospital around 7:30 am on Sunday morning. They put her on an IV to rehydrate her and checked her dilation. Marie was still at around 2 cm, but they took some blood and urine samples and let her get a little sleep. Around 1:30 pm, they came back saying that they were a little concerned about her blood pressure and the potential for preclampsia (pregnancy induced high blood pressure, which leads to birth complications). So they basically said that they needed to monitor her urine for a full 24 hours, and that she had a choice of going home and staying on bedrest, collecting her urine, or she could stay at the hospital and they could do it. She decided to stay overnight at the hospital.
In the meantime, Marie's father was flying in to the Dayton airport at around 4:00 pm, so I went up to the airport to pick him up. After picking him up, we came back to the hospital to see how Marie was doing. She was in good spirits and just wanted the baby out. Dad and I went back home and got a good rest... I went to bed at around 9:30 pm and let me tell you that it was one of the most restful sleeps that I have had in some time!
Anyway, I went to work Monday morning and was so busy that I didn't get a chance to talk to her until around 11 am or so. When I talked to her, she said that they were going to induce her! Well, let me tell you, I was like "Don't you DARE have that baby without me!" She assured me that she would not, and that I had plenty of time to finish up work. So I left work around 1:30 pm and headed to the hospital.
So I got to the hospital and Marie was doing well. They had started her on an IV drip of Pitocin, which is a chemical that induces labor and contractions. Her contractions were getting slightly more intense, but not unbearable. They checked her dilation and after 6 hours of Pitocin, she had only dilated up to 3 cm. So around 9:00 pm, they decided to manually break her water.
After her water broke, the contractions started getting a bit more intense, so around 11:00 pm, she decided that the pain was enough that she wanted to get an epidoral. She did great with getting the epidoral and afterward was feeling no pain.
At this point, there is not a lot to report except that I am tired and getting a little cranky. She is lying in bed and says her legs feel like heavy marshmallows. Mom is sitting to my right, sleeping in the fold out bed-chair and Dad is to my left stretching out between two chairs. I am sitting in a rocking chair, putting my feet up on a footstool, and am starting to get a little grumpy and wish that I had a bed to lay out on. Other than that, there is no news to report... I am really hoping that Charlie comes soon. I will try to keep you all posted as much as I can!
Anyway, I just wanted to give everyone a quick update on how Marie is doing... On Saturday evening, Marie was not feeling well, and was vomiting just about every hour or so from around 11 pm to around 7 am on Sunday morning. Because of all of the vomiting, Marie was feeling a bit dehydrated, which made her Braxton Hicks contractions a little stronger than usual... However, there was no regularity to them and even though they seemed to sometimes increase in severity, they also waned quite a bit as well. So on Sunday morning, Marie called the doctor and they said to come to the hospital to make sure that everything was okay.
So Marie, her mother, and I packed up all of our stuff and headed off to the hospital around 7:30 am on Sunday morning. They put her on an IV to rehydrate her and checked her dilation. Marie was still at around 2 cm, but they took some blood and urine samples and let her get a little sleep. Around 1:30 pm, they came back saying that they were a little concerned about her blood pressure and the potential for preclampsia (pregnancy induced high blood pressure, which leads to birth complications). So they basically said that they needed to monitor her urine for a full 24 hours, and that she had a choice of going home and staying on bedrest, collecting her urine, or she could stay at the hospital and they could do it. She decided to stay overnight at the hospital.
In the meantime, Marie's father was flying in to the Dayton airport at around 4:00 pm, so I went up to the airport to pick him up. After picking him up, we came back to the hospital to see how Marie was doing. She was in good spirits and just wanted the baby out. Dad and I went back home and got a good rest... I went to bed at around 9:30 pm and let me tell you that it was one of the most restful sleeps that I have had in some time!
Anyway, I went to work Monday morning and was so busy that I didn't get a chance to talk to her until around 11 am or so. When I talked to her, she said that they were going to induce her! Well, let me tell you, I was like "Don't you DARE have that baby without me!" She assured me that she would not, and that I had plenty of time to finish up work. So I left work around 1:30 pm and headed to the hospital.
So I got to the hospital and Marie was doing well. They had started her on an IV drip of Pitocin, which is a chemical that induces labor and contractions. Her contractions were getting slightly more intense, but not unbearable. They checked her dilation and after 6 hours of Pitocin, she had only dilated up to 3 cm. So around 9:00 pm, they decided to manually break her water.
After her water broke, the contractions started getting a bit more intense, so around 11:00 pm, she decided that the pain was enough that she wanted to get an epidoral. She did great with getting the epidoral and afterward was feeling no pain.
At this point, there is not a lot to report except that I am tired and getting a little cranky. She is lying in bed and says her legs feel like heavy marshmallows. Mom is sitting to my right, sleeping in the fold out bed-chair and Dad is to my left stretching out between two chairs. I am sitting in a rocking chair, putting my feet up on a footstool, and am starting to get a little grumpy and wish that I had a bed to lay out on. Other than that, there is no news to report... I am really hoping that Charlie comes soon. I will try to keep you all posted as much as I can!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
It's been a while!
Morning everyone! I am so sorry that we haven't written in a while, but the last two weeks have been busy, to say the LEAST! Pete and I travelled to Florida last week for a much needed break and to participate in my brother's amazing wedding. Although it was a very intimate and small wedding, it totally fitted John and Christina's personalities to a "t". I was super proud of him, and I couldn't be happier having Christina in our family. I always knew she would make a great sister, and she is such a wonderful addition to our family!
The rest of our time in Florida was spent hanging out with my family, which is super important to me. My grandmother is closing in on 90, and I am very aware that she won't be here forever, so this time spent with her was even more precious to me. Having also spent time with both my aunts and cousins (Des and Eddie) was wonderful as well. I miss them tons already, but know I will see them soon.
For those of you that have seen the update on facebook, I will now fill you in on our very eventful Sunday evening/ Monday. Sunday was spent shopping with Pete and Desiree at one of the 7 billion outlet malls in central Florida. We had a great time and did manage to find some awesome deals. (hellooo.. La Perla undies for 5 bucks a piece.. yeah.. thats right.. wohoo!) After our pilgrimage, we stopped at a Checkers (YUM) and came back to the hotel.
Later that evening, I wasn't feeling so hot. We had made plans to meet with John, Chris and other good friends at a German restaurant. Now, mind you, I have been looking forward to this outing for WEEKS, if not months, since it has been a while since I had a decent schnitzel. (and get your minds out of the gutter.. its not THAT kind of wiener, you pervs)
The entire ride to Sanford was spent breathing and slowly realizing the horror that I wasn't feeling so hot and, dare I say it, NAUSEOUS. I already can't drink my beloved German beer, but to not feel like eating my Jager Schnitzel was just agonizing. We finally arrive at the restaurant and BOOM. I have to puke. And not just once, but about four times. The evening was spent looking longingly at Pete's yummy dish and my absolute sheer determination to not throw up again.
Finally, I broke down and had to excuse myself from the group. By this point, I was pretty miserable and no longer wanted to smell any German food for the rest of my life. We called my amazing cousin Maria del Mar and asked for her advice on what I could take. We stopped at a local walgreens and went on our way. Pete, being the very proactive husband he is, thought to take a few extra bags just in case I didn't make it to John's house.
So there was are.. trucking along, when all of the sudden, Pete goes UH OH and grabs the bags and starts spewing like he was in the exorcist movie. Seriously people, not to be graphic, but this kid threw up like a champ! Thank god he double bagged it. Needless to say, he has forever ruined Jagerschnitzel for me, and I will never ever look at beer the same.
We finally reach John's house and Pete and I are both in dire straights. We stick around and wait for John, Chris and Wolfram to come home. Low and behold, John is now sick and heaving his brains out. I kid you not people, it was like a scene out of the movie Outbreak. We couldn't believe it. At this point, the story gets repetitive, so I will give you the Cliffs notes version.
We get to the hotel, Pete and I continue violent puking and now pooping cycle Dad now joins in the festivities. Get a call from Chris that Wolfram didn't want to be left out and now he joins the inner sanctum of pukies. Call Desiree.. she is sick too.... AHHHHH!!!
The morning finally comes and I am too weak to do anything and quite frankly, too terrified to drink or eat. I was tired of puking and don't think I could have taken anymore. Finally, with my dad being so weak as well, and me starting to worry about Charlie, we decided to go to the ER to get re hydrated.
So to fastfoward, we spent the entire day in the ER and I ended up being transferred VIA FREAKIN AMBULANCE to a maternity hospital in Downtown Orlando because of some worries the ER doctor had. What seemed like an eternity and what I am sure will be a 10,000 dollar bill later, I came out with a good clean of health.
So that's that. I will try to post the pictures up from my very eventful Monday so that you all can relive what was me in all my miserable, hospital gown glory.
And don't fret, both Charlie, me, dad, John, Wolfram, Desiree and the Champ himself, Pete are fine. Thank god. Well, Pete will be fine, i am sure until he sees the hospital bill.
The rest of our time in Florida was spent hanging out with my family, which is super important to me. My grandmother is closing in on 90, and I am very aware that she won't be here forever, so this time spent with her was even more precious to me. Having also spent time with both my aunts and cousins (Des and Eddie) was wonderful as well. I miss them tons already, but know I will see them soon.
For those of you that have seen the update on facebook, I will now fill you in on our very eventful Sunday evening/ Monday. Sunday was spent shopping with Pete and Desiree at one of the 7 billion outlet malls in central Florida. We had a great time and did manage to find some awesome deals. (hellooo.. La Perla undies for 5 bucks a piece.. yeah.. thats right.. wohoo!) After our pilgrimage, we stopped at a Checkers (YUM) and came back to the hotel.
Later that evening, I wasn't feeling so hot. We had made plans to meet with John, Chris and other good friends at a German restaurant. Now, mind you, I have been looking forward to this outing for WEEKS, if not months, since it has been a while since I had a decent schnitzel. (and get your minds out of the gutter.. its not THAT kind of wiener, you pervs)
The entire ride to Sanford was spent breathing and slowly realizing the horror that I wasn't feeling so hot and, dare I say it, NAUSEOUS. I already can't drink my beloved German beer, but to not feel like eating my Jager Schnitzel was just agonizing. We finally arrive at the restaurant and BOOM. I have to puke. And not just once, but about four times. The evening was spent looking longingly at Pete's yummy dish and my absolute sheer determination to not throw up again.
Finally, I broke down and had to excuse myself from the group. By this point, I was pretty miserable and no longer wanted to smell any German food for the rest of my life. We called my amazing cousin Maria del Mar and asked for her advice on what I could take. We stopped at a local walgreens and went on our way. Pete, being the very proactive husband he is, thought to take a few extra bags just in case I didn't make it to John's house.
So there was are.. trucking along, when all of the sudden, Pete goes UH OH and grabs the bags and starts spewing like he was in the exorcist movie. Seriously people, not to be graphic, but this kid threw up like a champ! Thank god he double bagged it. Needless to say, he has forever ruined Jagerschnitzel for me, and I will never ever look at beer the same.
We finally reach John's house and Pete and I are both in dire straights. We stick around and wait for John, Chris and Wolfram to come home. Low and behold, John is now sick and heaving his brains out. I kid you not people, it was like a scene out of the movie Outbreak. We couldn't believe it. At this point, the story gets repetitive, so I will give you the Cliffs notes version.
We get to the hotel, Pete and I continue violent puking and now pooping cycle Dad now joins in the festivities. Get a call from Chris that Wolfram didn't want to be left out and now he joins the inner sanctum of pukies. Call Desiree.. she is sick too.... AHHHHH!!!
The morning finally comes and I am too weak to do anything and quite frankly, too terrified to drink or eat. I was tired of puking and don't think I could have taken anymore. Finally, with my dad being so weak as well, and me starting to worry about Charlie, we decided to go to the ER to get re hydrated.
So to fastfoward, we spent the entire day in the ER and I ended up being transferred VIA FREAKIN AMBULANCE to a maternity hospital in Downtown Orlando because of some worries the ER doctor had. What seemed like an eternity and what I am sure will be a 10,000 dollar bill later, I came out with a good clean of health.
So that's that. I will try to post the pictures up from my very eventful Monday so that you all can relive what was me in all my miserable, hospital gown glory.
And don't fret, both Charlie, me, dad, John, Wolfram, Desiree and the Champ himself, Pete are fine. Thank god. Well, Pete will be fine, i am sure until he sees the hospital bill.
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