Sunday, February 27, 2005
Emmanuel has been a GINORMOUS help...
Emmanuel has been a big help the past two weeks. I'm pretty beat up, myself, but I'm feeling better than I have recently, so I'm going to clean the house, cook some food, and rent some videos for us. Maybe it will lift our spirits. Or maybe I'll just cook and clean and use the videos as incentive for Eman to finish his remaining essays. I think I'm going to rent Bride and Prejudice, The Motorcycle Diaries, and.... hmm... something else.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Upon Request...
Upon request I've posted up some pictures of Eman and myself. Also, look for the new picture of Eman and Daphne that I promised. Here's the link. The link can also be found under the "Links" section of this blog, just in case you didn't know.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Your Birth in Detail...
Daphne, now that I have a little time, I'm going to tell you a bit about your birth and your first week of life.
Your birth was horrible. It started on Saturday night. I had a feeling I was going to have you soon, and a little while after the initial setting in of that feeling and really strong braxton-hicks contractions, I started to get what seemed to be really painful, REAL contractions. I say they "seemed to be painful" because I had not yet experienced active labor contractions. Your dad was awesome. He tried and tried and tried to keep me comfortable and distract me from the pain. We attempted to watch Fight Club in an effort to keep my mind from the pain. This went on from 10:00pm that night to 4:00am the following Sunday morning. Around 4:00am, we decided to call up the midwife and go in. I was pretty convinced by then due to the intensity of my contractions that I was in active labor. When we arrived at Redlands (where the birth center is located) the midwife checked me and I was barely dialated a finger. I highly doubt her measurement was accurate. She had me take Benadryl to try to go to sleep and sent me back home which was horrible. It's a 30 minute drive full of dips and bumps and potholes. I forgot what time I called her the second time; it was probably around noon. So we go there for a second time, and I've barely dialated an inch. She lets me get into the birthing tub, and it got cold quickly. Tania and Teresa arrive and try to help me out. I'm sent home again, and the drive is hell. Your daddy, through all this, has been beyond helpful and understanding. I'm yelling at him and being short-tempered, but he still is patient and understanding. I think I hurt his feelings quite a bit.
Around 9:00pm on Sunday, almost 24 hours after I had started labor, we return to the midwife only to be told that I had only dialated an inch. SOOO inaccurate. I know this for a fact. I finally decide to go to the hospital and the midwife escorts us to Loma Linda Medical Center through the ER. I go to the labor and delivery ward and luckily get a private room. At first, I immediately wanted an epidural, but changed my mind after talking to the anesthetist. The OB/GYN there checked me and said I was four centimeters. Two hours went by and the contractions got increasingly worse. They got so bad that my legs would give way when I tried to walk them off. I finally decided to get an epidural. So they called the anesthetist again and he was very nice about giving me one. I had to stay very still which somewhat scared me because I could barely contain myself when I got contractions. It wasn't bad at all though, and the epidural was successfully executed. They had to stick a catheter in my bladder because I lost all control down there. After being numbed from waist down, I'm finally able to get some rest. I knock out until about 7:00am, I think, maybe a tad earlier. It was really funny because when I woke up, I was very alert and ready to push, but when the time came to actually push, I started getting really drowsy. Go figure. So at 9:00am, I started to push. When Daphne started to crown or beginning to, a strong desire to just sleep overcame me and I asked the nurse if I could stop and start a little later. She kind of laughed and said no. I was really sad. Well not really, but I was kind of pissed at myself for wanting to give birth so badly. I should have just waited and let the baby descend more. Nevertheless, Daphne was born 12 minutes later, just was my epidural was running out. It didn't end there, though. I was given stitches galore, had to be transferred onto a wheelchair, and wheeled over bumps to my room.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention, the doctor thought Daphne had passed meconium while in utero and a team of doctors had to work on her. So I didn't get to immediately hold her. Emmanuel got to hold her first! It was also a good minute before I heard her cry because they had to vacuum out her lungs or something to that effect. She was very healthy though, and I very much doubt she really did pass meconium.
The end. I know not all my verbs agree, but this was written in fragments. So forgive me. There also may be repeated instances. Oops.
Your birth was horrible. It started on Saturday night. I had a feeling I was going to have you soon, and a little while after the initial setting in of that feeling and really strong braxton-hicks contractions, I started to get what seemed to be really painful, REAL contractions. I say they "seemed to be painful" because I had not yet experienced active labor contractions. Your dad was awesome. He tried and tried and tried to keep me comfortable and distract me from the pain. We attempted to watch Fight Club in an effort to keep my mind from the pain. This went on from 10:00pm that night to 4:00am the following Sunday morning. Around 4:00am, we decided to call up the midwife and go in. I was pretty convinced by then due to the intensity of my contractions that I was in active labor. When we arrived at Redlands (where the birth center is located) the midwife checked me and I was barely dialated a finger. I highly doubt her measurement was accurate. She had me take Benadryl to try to go to sleep and sent me back home which was horrible. It's a 30 minute drive full of dips and bumps and potholes. I forgot what time I called her the second time; it was probably around noon. So we go there for a second time, and I've barely dialated an inch. She lets me get into the birthing tub, and it got cold quickly. Tania and Teresa arrive and try to help me out. I'm sent home again, and the drive is hell. Your daddy, through all this, has been beyond helpful and understanding. I'm yelling at him and being short-tempered, but he still is patient and understanding. I think I hurt his feelings quite a bit.
Around 9:00pm on Sunday, almost 24 hours after I had started labor, we return to the midwife only to be told that I had only dialated an inch. SOOO inaccurate. I know this for a fact. I finally decide to go to the hospital and the midwife escorts us to Loma Linda Medical Center through the ER. I go to the labor and delivery ward and luckily get a private room. At first, I immediately wanted an epidural, but changed my mind after talking to the anesthetist. The OB/GYN there checked me and said I was four centimeters. Two hours went by and the contractions got increasingly worse. They got so bad that my legs would give way when I tried to walk them off. I finally decided to get an epidural. So they called the anesthetist again and he was very nice about giving me one. I had to stay very still which somewhat scared me because I could barely contain myself when I got contractions. It wasn't bad at all though, and the epidural was successfully executed. They had to stick a catheter in my bladder because I lost all control down there. After being numbed from waist down, I'm finally able to get some rest. I knock out until about 7:00am, I think, maybe a tad earlier. It was really funny because when I woke up, I was very alert and ready to push, but when the time came to actually push, I started getting really drowsy. Go figure. So at 9:00am, I started to push. When Daphne started to crown or beginning to, a strong desire to just sleep overcame me and I asked the nurse if I could stop and start a little later. She kind of laughed and said no. I was really sad. Well not really, but I was kind of pissed at myself for wanting to give birth so badly. I should have just waited and let the baby descend more. Nevertheless, Daphne was born 12 minutes later, just was my epidural was running out. It didn't end there, though. I was given stitches galore, had to be transferred onto a wheelchair, and wheeled over bumps to my room.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention, the doctor thought Daphne had passed meconium while in utero and a team of doctors had to work on her. So I didn't get to immediately hold her. Emmanuel got to hold her first! It was also a good minute before I heard her cry because they had to vacuum out her lungs or something to that effect. She was very healthy though, and I very much doubt she really did pass meconium.
The end. I know not all my verbs agree, but this was written in fragments. So forgive me. There also may be repeated instances. Oops.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Your first cold...
Today, we took you to the doctor because you had a stuffy nose and seemed to have difficulty breathing. The doctor ordered a blood test and a chest x-ray. We had to go back to the blood lab a second time because they didn't take enough blood during our first visit. So you had two wounded arms =( At the x-ray place, you were squeezed between this plastic aparatus that kept your hands above your head. It made me sad to see you like that.
The doctor called and said you had the beginning of a cold. I feel really sad about you catching a cold and only being 8 days old.
Oh, also, you gained 11 more ounces! They weighed you and you now weigh 9 pounds 12 ounces!
The doctor called and said you had the beginning of a cold. I feel really sad about you catching a cold and only being 8 days old.
Oh, also, you gained 11 more ounces! They weighed you and you now weigh 9 pounds 12 ounces!
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Daphne Jade is BORN!
On 9:15am, February 14, 2005, weighing 9 pounds and 1 ounce, an measuring 21 and a half inches, Daphne Jade was born!
I have so much to write about but so little time, so I'll just give you random blurbs.
I was in labor from Saturday at 10:00pm until Monday at 9:12am.
More to come later.
Oh yes, come back soon and check the picture page because there will be pictures up!
I have so much to write about but so little time, so I'll just give you random blurbs.
I was in labor from Saturday at 10:00pm until Monday at 9:12am.
More to come later.
Oh yes, come back soon and check the picture page because there will be pictures up!
Friday, February 11, 2005
New picture up!
There is a new picture on the "Pictures of Daphne Jade" page found on the "Links" section! It's of baby Daphne Jade in my belly at 38 weeks and 4 days...which means the picture was taken today!
I didn't even realize it was getting so close...!
Wow! I'm already 38 weeks and 4 days into the pregnancy! That means only 10 more days to go! I should really work on not getting so tired. Ok, now I must shower.
Wednesday, February 9, 2005
Oooh, it feels so nice...
Yes, I have been quite content the past couple of days. My midwife told me to take Evening Primrose Oil, and ever since then, I haven't gotten outrageously angry. Or even angry, actually. I was craving tres leches for the past three days, and actually hauled out yesterday afternoon to go get some from this really nearby bakery called Lola's Mexican Bakery. They claimed to have given my tres leches, but it was just a dry, normal yellow cake. Then when I went to go complain, I accidentally locked my keys in my car. This really nice security man named Nino helped me out. It took half an hour. Bleh. Such a long winding story. I'm not going to tell it all. But they basically gave me a replacement cake they claimed to be tres leches, but was really mocha. I am so annoyed.
Hmm, what else was I going to write about here... I'm going to get the carpet steamed before the baby's born so that it will be crawling on sanitized carpet (once it learns how to crawl, I mean). So if anyone visits me, I don't want your dog crap/human spit incrusted shoes on the carpet. Take them off!
And just in case anyone is curious as to what the primrose does, it's supposed to even out hormones for pre-menstrual syndromatic women. Is syndromatic a word? Eh.
I want to tidy up the house today because it's already so clean, work a little, and then take a walk. Then tomorrow, I want to get the carpets cleaned. Next week, I want to go get a haircut, manicure/pedicure, and maybe a facial and/or body wrap. Uhmmmm, I should save up money to repair my car, too.
Ok that is all. Ta.
Hmm, what else was I going to write about here... I'm going to get the carpet steamed before the baby's born so that it will be crawling on sanitized carpet (once it learns how to crawl, I mean). So if anyone visits me, I don't want your dog crap/human spit incrusted shoes on the carpet. Take them off!
And just in case anyone is curious as to what the primrose does, it's supposed to even out hormones for pre-menstrual syndromatic women. Is syndromatic a word? Eh.
I want to tidy up the house today because it's already so clean, work a little, and then take a walk. Then tomorrow, I want to get the carpets cleaned. Next week, I want to go get a haircut, manicure/pedicure, and maybe a facial and/or body wrap. Uhmmmm, I should save up money to repair my car, too.
Ok that is all. Ta.
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