Really quick post - I should be working
Yes, people I am already back to work. I've got some reports that need to get out and I didn't trust anyone to do them for me (control freak, no?).
Labor
So, A was up sick Monday night (remember Monday was the 20th - dr. would have induced me but I would have rather eaten glass than have baby share birthday with horrid Grandmother) - DH went in to check on her around 1 but she kept coughing so I went in with her to sleep. Woke up and felt as if I peed myself - got up and realized that it wasn't pee - my water broke. This was different than with A...it just kept coming out of me every time I moved or baby moved - it was totally gross. I called my parents to come up with A, woke DH and started to frantically run around the house doing random things. I told DH to go in and check on A to make sure her bed wasn't soaked and she woke up - we told her what was going on and she seemed fine - wanted to lay in our bed and watch Scooby Doo. Parents arrive, A gets frantic, I cry..get in the car to leave. I puke all the way to the hospital - this is also very different from labor 1. We get to hospital, check in, they confirm that indeed, my water did break (not that the huge pile of soaked towels wasn't a clue to them). I am still not having regular contractions that I can feel but rather feel tightning and pressure. It takes 3 nurses to get an IV started - my veins keep collapsing and DH tell me I am being 'bitchy' to the nurse. My arms are still black and blue - they tried 5 times before getting one in. I am still puking. They are giving me ginger ale and water - because the dry heaves are worse than projectile puking. Dr (the doctor that delivered A, did my D&C) comes in and makes a joke about us plotting to plan the labor so that she can deliver and makes a joke about horrible grandmother - thank god she sees my eyes get big as saucers and drops it - all of this went over DH's head. She checks me - I am only 5cm and baby is at a -2 - not dropped. She tells me I am going to be awhile and starts me on pitocin to speed up contractions (happening every 9 minutes but I can't really feel them). Then the epidural...hurt like a mother - and the second they got the needle in me..blood pressure drops to nothing and everything goes black for me...and I start puking again - metalic tasting foam..good times. They put something in my IV and blood pressure comes back up. Start epidural but I can feel everything and it hurts and contractions are now painful and every 4 minutes. They won't turn it up and then decide to put a catheder in. DH goes to sleep and I realize I have to puke again - but they took my bucket away to clean it and never brought it back - so I puke all over myself and the bed. I called the nurse and told her I feel a lot of pressure - almost like I have to push. She checks me and says 'oh, wow. the baby is right there'. She runs out to get the dr. and I tell DH I have.to.push.right.this.second. The feeling is overwhelming. Everyone comes running in - lights go on, table gets ripped apart, clothes flying. I push through three horrible contractions while screaming at the top of my lungs. To say the pain was horrible is an understatement. I could feel her head hanging half way out of me and I beg them to pull her out of me - which of course they won't do. I finally push her out - she is absolutely perfect - once she starts screaming - DH and I are crying - she is finally here. My sweet angel is finally placed in my arms.
I couldn't ask for more.
Ashley
So, I discussed her behavior with a child psychologist last night - she agrees it sounds like tactile issues and gave me a ton of resources. First, I am going to try to do a few things myself. Operation shoe started last night - I have to have her keep her shoes on from the time she gets up until the time she goes to bed. I need to train her to know that wearing shoes isn't going to kill her. Last night was fine - this AM getting her dressed was challenging. My heart is so heavy for her. I know she does want to wear the clothes but she can't - she cries, tells me they hurt her, wants me to hold her...I just wish things were not this hard for her. I am reading The Sensory Sensitive Child by Karen Smith and I sobbed through the first section - it describes Ashley to a tee and looking back, she has been this way for awhile. I just wish I would have started recognizing it before the baby arrived....I feel like she needs so much of me now and it is so hard for me to keep my cool and just deal with her...
OK- baby needs to eat and I've got to work. I am reading along with ya'll but I am finding it so hard to post and keep up so bear with me. I am reading everyone of yoru comments and appreciate every word that has been typed for me.
Labor
So, A was up sick Monday night (remember Monday was the 20th - dr. would have induced me but I would have rather eaten glass than have baby share birthday with horrid Grandmother) - DH went in to check on her around 1 but she kept coughing so I went in with her to sleep. Woke up and felt as if I peed myself - got up and realized that it wasn't pee - my water broke. This was different than with A...it just kept coming out of me every time I moved or baby moved - it was totally gross. I called my parents to come up with A, woke DH and started to frantically run around the house doing random things. I told DH to go in and check on A to make sure her bed wasn't soaked and she woke up - we told her what was going on and she seemed fine - wanted to lay in our bed and watch Scooby Doo. Parents arrive, A gets frantic, I cry..get in the car to leave. I puke all the way to the hospital - this is also very different from labor 1. We get to hospital, check in, they confirm that indeed, my water did break (not that the huge pile of soaked towels wasn't a clue to them). I am still not having regular contractions that I can feel but rather feel tightning and pressure. It takes 3 nurses to get an IV started - my veins keep collapsing and DH tell me I am being 'bitchy' to the nurse. My arms are still black and blue - they tried 5 times before getting one in. I am still puking. They are giving me ginger ale and water - because the dry heaves are worse than projectile puking. Dr (the doctor that delivered A, did my D&C) comes in and makes a joke about us plotting to plan the labor so that she can deliver and makes a joke about horrible grandmother - thank god she sees my eyes get big as saucers and drops it - all of this went over DH's head. She checks me - I am only 5cm and baby is at a -2 - not dropped. She tells me I am going to be awhile and starts me on pitocin to speed up contractions (happening every 9 minutes but I can't really feel them). Then the epidural...hurt like a mother - and the second they got the needle in me..blood pressure drops to nothing and everything goes black for me...and I start puking again - metalic tasting foam..good times. They put something in my IV and blood pressure comes back up. Start epidural but I can feel everything and it hurts and contractions are now painful and every 4 minutes. They won't turn it up and then decide to put a catheder in. DH goes to sleep and I realize I have to puke again - but they took my bucket away to clean it and never brought it back - so I puke all over myself and the bed. I called the nurse and told her I feel a lot of pressure - almost like I have to push. She checks me and says 'oh, wow. the baby is right there'. She runs out to get the dr. and I tell DH I have.to.push.right.this.second. The feeling is overwhelming. Everyone comes running in - lights go on, table gets ripped apart, clothes flying. I push through three horrible contractions while screaming at the top of my lungs. To say the pain was horrible is an understatement. I could feel her head hanging half way out of me and I beg them to pull her out of me - which of course they won't do. I finally push her out - she is absolutely perfect - once she starts screaming - DH and I are crying - she is finally here. My sweet angel is finally placed in my arms.
I couldn't ask for more.
Ashley
So, I discussed her behavior with a child psychologist last night - she agrees it sounds like tactile issues and gave me a ton of resources. First, I am going to try to do a few things myself. Operation shoe started last night - I have to have her keep her shoes on from the time she gets up until the time she goes to bed. I need to train her to know that wearing shoes isn't going to kill her. Last night was fine - this AM getting her dressed was challenging. My heart is so heavy for her. I know she does want to wear the clothes but she can't - she cries, tells me they hurt her, wants me to hold her...I just wish things were not this hard for her. I am reading The Sensory Sensitive Child by Karen Smith and I sobbed through the first section - it describes Ashley to a tee and looking back, she has been this way for awhile. I just wish I would have started recognizing it before the baby arrived....I feel like she needs so much of me now and it is so hard for me to keep my cool and just deal with her...
OK- baby needs to eat and I've got to work. I am reading along with ya'll but I am finding it so hard to post and keep up so bear with me. I am reading everyone of yoru comments and appreciate every word that has been typed for me.