HILARIOUS!! Someday when Everett is 6ft tall and 220lbs, this photo will be too funny.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
3 Weeks Old Today
January 3, 2012...Tuesday- Today Everett is 3 weeks old. So adorable.
Daddy's thumb
HILARIOUS!! Someday when Everett is 6ft tall and 220lbs, this photo will be too funny.
HILARIOUS!! Someday when Everett is 6ft tall and 220lbs, this photo will be too funny.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
2 Weeks Old
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.
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."
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