December 27, 2011
Happy 2 week birthday Everett! Had 2 week check up...he now weighs 6lbs 11oz and eats
2.5 ounces every 2 1/2 to 3 hours.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
2 Weeks Old
Happy 2 week birthday Everett! Had 2 week check up...he now weighs 6lbs 11oz and eats
2.5 ounces every 2 1/2 to 3 hours.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Christmas Eve Day 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Everett Leaving the Hospital!
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
"PULL HIM OUT!"
December 12, 2011...Monday (yes, still- I know!)
11:00pm- Cell phone off, family out of room and husband and mother each holding a leg, the work began. Umm, "I can't feel my parts. Is it working?" Sort of, at this point I asked for them to turn down the drugs so I could feel what I was doing. Over the next hour it went: hold breath and count to ten and imagine pushing a grapefruit through a keyhole (ok, last part was in my head). I didn't feel too much for most of the time but the epidural was started to wear off and I was able to get a taste of the hell I would have gone through sans epidural. At this point, I'm feelin it! "Push the button, I need more drugs!" People, don't ever let your crazy die hard mother hold the drug button. "Matt tell that bitch to push the G#D D#$&;N BUTTON!!" (sorry mommy). To which the answer was "Sorry babe, you only get 1 click every 10 minutes and he's almost here." Those damn clicks don't last very long and next time I'm holding the button!
Where was I, yes...Epidural in place, cell phone in hand and a room full of family while husband and mother took a breather and prepped for the "big push," we had reached the final hurtle...delivery. Lets do this! Just as soon as I could stop shaking. "Why are you shaking so bad- what are you afraid of?" asked the midwife. "Um I don't know...Maybe that when this is over, there will be another human being here and I will be his mommy" was my reply. Duhhh
11:00pm- Cell phone off, family out of room and husband and mother each holding a leg, the work began. Umm, "I can't feel my parts. Is it working?" Sort of, at this point I asked for them to turn down the drugs so I could feel what I was doing. Over the next hour it went: hold breath and count to ten and imagine pushing a grapefruit through a keyhole (ok, last part was in my head). I didn't feel too much for most of the time but the epidural was started to wear off and I was able to get a taste of the hell I would have gone through sans epidural. At this point, I'm feelin it! "Push the button, I need more drugs!" People, don't ever let your crazy die hard mother hold the drug button. "Matt tell that bitch to push the G#D D#$&;N BUTTON!!" (sorry mommy). To which the answer was "Sorry babe, you only get 1 click every 10 minutes and he's almost here." Those damn clicks don't last very long and next time I'm holding the button!
"Would you like a mirror to see him come out Mrs. Hutchison?" "NOOOO, Just Pull him out!!" "Oh God, please just get him out!"
December13, 2011...Tuesday (Finally)
12:05am- And then the pressure ceased, time stood still and laid on my belly was the most incredible, amazing, perfect (I could keep going) thing I have ever seen or felt in my entire life...my baby boy. Uhhmm (correction) Our baby boy.
Monday, December 12, 2011
"I'm Dilated to What?!" (The delivery)
December 12, 2011...Monday (still) 7:30pm
After the exam, I was immediately wheeled into the delivery room where like at least 5 nurses came out of nowhere and started wheeling in carts, pullling lights down and prepping the room and was told I was ready to push if I wanted. WTF!! No, I did not want to push, I wanted to crawl out of my body. Every yoga, and so called labor position did not to shit to relieve the back pain I was experiencing. I wanted some freakin drugs and I wanted them now! Hell, I would have taken a shot of whisky (and I did ask but was denied) if they would have offered. I REALLY wanted that damn epidural now but the only way I was gonna get it was if I shut up, calmed down and held still- that was like asking me to hold off a hurricane, words were flying, accusations where slinging and the teeth were about to come out (though Matt swears they did). Somewhere my resolve kicked in and my desire for pain control was stronger then the contractions I was now having every 2 minutes. So after multiple tries to place an IV in my hand (which to this day I still don't see how they had such a hard time- have you seen my veins, a blind man could hit them from a mile away). Anyways, IV in place and through no small feat- epidural working its magic, life was good again (Que Ice Cube's "I Guess It Was a Good Day"). At this point it was like "hand me my cell phone, I got business to tend to."
Matthew and I arrived at the hospital practically on two wheels and nearly missing a visiting family walking (straggling ) across the driveway entrance. It was all Matt could do to not yell for them to get the hell out of the road (wait I think he did). Once that car was at a complete stop (barely) we both jumped out and immediately proceed to the back triage room but not before I had to stop and squat at the entrance doors- sounds funny now. Oh wait (elevator music) we had to stop at the desk to sign Power of Attorney in the event I died and admittance forms (...back to Metallica and techno music combined)
I made it to the exam room and got on the table where I heard the nurse talking on the phone and refering to me as "a live one, she's a squatter!" That gave me pause. Back on the table, I laid there getting examined and immediately had my water break. I remember thinking "Oh God, that's what water breaking feels like...that would have been embarrassing if it had happened in public". It was at this point I learned I was dilated to 9cm ("maybe 9.5cm"). Talk about go from 0 to 60 in no time! I remember freaking out saying "she told me to go home. I TOLD her my mother had babies fast (for some reason that seemed important).
After the exam, I was immediately wheeled into the delivery room where like at least 5 nurses came out of nowhere and started wheeling in carts, pullling lights down and prepping the room and was told I was ready to push if I wanted. WTF!! No, I did not want to push, I wanted to crawl out of my body. Every yoga, and so called labor position did not to shit to relieve the back pain I was experiencing. I wanted some freakin drugs and I wanted them now! Hell, I would have taken a shot of whisky (and I did ask but was denied) if they would have offered. I REALLY wanted that damn epidural now but the only way I was gonna get it was if I shut up, calmed down and held still- that was like asking me to hold off a hurricane, words were flying, accusations where slinging and the teeth were about to come out (though Matt swears they did). Somewhere my resolve kicked in and my desire for pain control was stronger then the contractions I was now having every 2 minutes. So after multiple tries to place an IV in my hand (which to this day I still don't see how they had such a hard time- have you seen my veins, a blind man could hit them from a mile away). Anyways, IV in place and through no small feat- epidural working its magic, life was good again (Que Ice Cube's "I Guess It Was a Good Day"). At this point it was like "hand me my cell phone, I got business to tend to."
"Oh, This is Getting Serious!"
December 12, 2011...Monday- The day started out normal enough with the alarm sounding at 6:30am, which I promptly crawled out of bed at 7am, fed the dogs, jumped in the shower and proceeded to go through my usual morning routine of Braxton Hicks contractions...or so I thought. By 8am I was at work and starting the day off with a few back aches here and there. By 9am the back ache was getting more distracting and around 10am thats when the thought occurred to me "Oh, this is getting serious!" At this point the "Other Aimee" (my coworker) suggested that I just might be in labor, to which I responded with complete denial... I wasn't due until December 24 and I had a lot of things still to do at home. The car seat wasn't even in the car, I hadn't packed a hospital bag and most importantly I still needed to buy a birthing ball!
Somewhere around 11am the "Other Aimee" decided to be the voice of reason and suggested that I go down to the hospital and get checked to see if I was in true labor and how far along I was. I called my mamma "I need a ride", I called my husband "How do you feel about becomeing a daddy today? Because we may just have a baby today! I'll call you back." So off to Kaiser I went, with mother at the wheel (oh, but not before I made her stop at the Hospice Thrift Store to donate a trunk full of stuff (remember the big storage clean out from the day before), so after that stop...Off we went!
Its now around 1pm and I was checked in and getting the lowdown: 100% effaced but only 1/2cm dialated. What?! At this point the midwife told me I could either go walk the mall (haha- yea right) or go home and let things progress, that it could be 2 hours or 2 weeks...well that leaves it wide open (thanks lady). I chose to eat (when all else fails, eat) but not before we stopped at Target for the coveted "birthing ball" everyone swears by (more on that one later).
Next stop was lunch, mind you that this whole time I'm having contractions that could not be ignored but as I would soon find out were nothing compared to what was to come. Ok, so back in Auburn now, lunch sounded awesome since I was starving at this point (plus if I was gonna do this "giving birth" thing I would need my energy) and what better to eat before giving birth... Mexican food! Not really, but hindsight it 20/20 and a taco AND giant bean burrito with hot salsa and jalapenos sounded so good. And it was! I stuffed down every bite while enduring contractions that reminded me birth was eminent.
After lunch I had another great idea to go home and clean the house. Driving is not recommended for a person haveing contractions, I'll just stop there on that one. Once home, I got the neighbor kids to blow up my birthing ball, I got my Wiff (Sandy) to put the carseat base in the car and I got my bag packed. That is pretty much as far as I got (oh I did manage to squat on the laundry room floor and toss laundry into the washer- why this needed to be done, I'll never know). Things from this point are pretty much a blur but it included some crying, a long miserable hot bath, some more crying and a few texts and phone calls in between "Where was Matthew" you ask, He was working overtime in Truckee (I told him things would probably progress slowly so just come home when he got off work). My goal at this point was to wait for Matthew to get home (@7pm), take a shower and clean up from the day and then off we would go. But that wasn't gonna happen.
Somewhere around 6pm Sandy came over to check on me and found me laying on my bedroom floor moaning and panting with my feet up on the air. At this point my contractions were about 1 minute 15 seconds long and less then 4-5 minutes apart. ( I had to look up "timing contractions" online earlier haha). And that birthing ball did not do shit to help, I kicked it down the stairwell. Liars.
So.... my Wiff (another voice of reason) decided that husband or not, it was time to get into the car and head to the hospital, to which I only put up a slight argument (I was still thinking Matt was gonna come home and shower). So I pulled myself up off the floor and together, ran around the house trying to pack Matt a hospital bag, grabbing last minute items I may have needed and taking care of the goats (What?! I had to feed and put the goats away).
So again for the second time that day...off we went! We met Matt in Auburn, switched drivers and proceeded down to the hospital.
Somewhere around 11am the "Other Aimee" decided to be the voice of reason and suggested that I go down to the hospital and get checked to see if I was in true labor and how far along I was. I called my mamma "I need a ride", I called my husband "How do you feel about becomeing a daddy today? Because we may just have a baby today! I'll call you back." So off to Kaiser I went, with mother at the wheel (oh, but not before I made her stop at the Hospice Thrift Store to donate a trunk full of stuff (remember the big storage clean out from the day before), so after that stop...Off we went!
Its now around 1pm and I was checked in and getting the lowdown: 100% effaced but only 1/2cm dialated. What?! At this point the midwife told me I could either go walk the mall (haha- yea right) or go home and let things progress, that it could be 2 hours or 2 weeks...well that leaves it wide open (thanks lady). I chose to eat (when all else fails, eat) but not before we stopped at Target for the coveted "birthing ball" everyone swears by (more on that one later).
Next stop was lunch, mind you that this whole time I'm having contractions that could not be ignored but as I would soon find out were nothing compared to what was to come. Ok, so back in Auburn now, lunch sounded awesome since I was starving at this point (plus if I was gonna do this "giving birth" thing I would need my energy) and what better to eat before giving birth... Mexican food! Not really, but hindsight it 20/20 and a taco AND giant bean burrito with hot salsa and jalapenos sounded so good. And it was! I stuffed down every bite while enduring contractions that reminded me birth was eminent.
After lunch I had another great idea to go home and clean the house. Driving is not recommended for a person haveing contractions, I'll just stop there on that one. Once home, I got the neighbor kids to blow up my birthing ball, I got my Wiff (Sandy) to put the carseat base in the car and I got my bag packed. That is pretty much as far as I got (oh I did manage to squat on the laundry room floor and toss laundry into the washer- why this needed to be done, I'll never know). Things from this point are pretty much a blur but it included some crying, a long miserable hot bath, some more crying and a few texts and phone calls in between "Where was Matthew" you ask, He was working overtime in Truckee (I told him things would probably progress slowly so just come home when he got off work). My goal at this point was to wait for Matthew to get home (@7pm), take a shower and clean up from the day and then off we would go. But that wasn't gonna happen.
Somewhere around 6pm Sandy came over to check on me and found me laying on my bedroom floor moaning and panting with my feet up on the air. At this point my contractions were about 1 minute 15 seconds long and less then 4-5 minutes apart. ( I had to look up "timing contractions" online earlier haha). And that birthing ball did not do shit to help, I kicked it down the stairwell. Liars.
So.... my Wiff (another voice of reason) decided that husband or not, it was time to get into the car and head to the hospital, to which I only put up a slight argument (I was still thinking Matt was gonna come home and shower). So I pulled myself up off the floor and together, ran around the house trying to pack Matt a hospital bag, grabbing last minute items I may have needed and taking care of the goats (What?! I had to feed and put the goats away).
So again for the second time that day...off we went! We met Matt in Auburn, switched drivers and proceeded down to the hospital.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Commonly Known at "The Burst of Energy"
December 9, 2011...Friday- Raked entire yard, got a burn permit, proceed to burn all 9 piles of leaves, raked and burned debris in goat pen ( oh and when I say burned, I mean transported each pile by wheelbarrow and trash can to burn pile), did 3 loads of laundry, pooped scooped, cleaned kitchen and bathroom and started making pinwheels for a mobile to hang over the crib. Oh yea, I almost forgot- I also made chicken tortilla soup, a double batch of christmas cookies and hung christmas lights.
December 10, 2011...Saturday- Packaged cookies to take to Aunt Beth's, gathered up christmas gift bags, got myself ready to go visiting (which is no small feat when you are 9 months pregnant), stopped by thrift store to find buttons for pinwheels (could not find any so bought button down shirts to steel buttons off of), drove to Wheatland and enjoyed afternoon with family and ripped buttons off of shirts (while thinking about how I could be finishing my pinwheels), left Aunt B.'s house and went to mothers and visited with family some more. Then went home but not before stopping at grocery store for some items.
December 12 2011...Sunday- cleaned kitchen, did more laundry (what the hell??) then went to storage to help Matt "clean and organize" which apparently meant two different things to each of us and almost ended in brutal warfare. I ended up going through every bin and bag, trashing, rearranging and consolidating until I saw fit and found everything I was "looking for" for the past year! Once storage was organized to my liking, I polished up an old coat rack (had to go buy polish from store) that we wanted to give to someone. We then delivered it to their house and had pizza for dinner and watched christmas movies. Midway through the movie Matt pleaded exhaustion (sissy) from working all day and I was plotting how I was going to set up my christmas decorations and lights...when we got home. And yes, I did do this when we got home while Matt threw in the flag and fell asleep on the couch. He was not pleased when I hung the bells on the christmas tree.
I think that pretty much sums up my weekend... and then...
Friday, December 2, 2011
Dr. Appointment 12/2/11
60% Effaced and 1/2cm dilated. Midwife said baby could take a while. Other then that nothing new to report. Oh...except swollen ankles. Had to go and buy new boots and get a pedicure to make myself feel better. It helped!
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