We just got Chani put to bed not too long ago and about 15 minutes after she's been tucked in I hear her melodious little voice floating down the stairs calling out, "Mommy! Moooommy! MOMMY!" while increasing in both volume and pitch.
So I dutifully put my Facebook chat on hold to find out what has made my little angel need her mommy so desperately and immediately. I climb up the stairs and open her door, and she gives me a big grin and says, "Hi Mommy. Need some Daddy." Then she turns to the open door and starts shouting, "Daddy! Daaaddy! Comere! Comere Daddy!"
Thanks kid, I love you too.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Please Ignore that I haven't updated in TWO years...
...and listen to what has been going on in my household lately.
Last Saturday Chani was sitting on the couch and asked me to hand her the monkey from the floor. There was no monkey, so I gave her the stuffed dinosaur and told her, "This is a dinosaur, not a monkey." She tells me, "No saury. Monkey! There!" and pointed to the floor where there were clearly no toys. So I scooped up the invisible monkey and handed it to her where she laid down the couch and pet the air saying, "Good Monkey. Pet pet Monkey."
Later in the night she managed to take the dust container off of the vacuum and when I told her not to play with it and put it back on the vacuum, Chani burst into tears and told me, "Monkey in there!" I told her she couldn't play with it so the monkey had to get out on his own and went back to making dinner. A couple of minutes later she stops whining and I look over at her and see her shaking her finger and talking to the vacuum saying, "No Monkey! Naughty Monkey! Out! Out NOW Monkey!"
Now last night, I hear her trying to open the dryer door so I go over to see what she's doing and before I get there I hear her get the door open and her saying, "Fishy, no dryer. Out dryer Fishy. Dryer no, no, no Fishy." Then she shut the door
So my little girl has entered the world of invisible friends and it's great to see where her imagination takes her. I fully expected that she would have an imaginary friend or two, but I never anticipated a monkey and the fish just kills me. I'm waiting to see what else gets added to her invisible menagerie.
Also...since it's been two years....here's what that wonderful little girl looks like now.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Bananas and Pajamas
So things in the house are getting interesting with Chani learning new stuff everyday. She's starting to learn cause and effect and it's fun to watch her try to figure out what happened and how to replicate it. Like a couple of weeks ago she was sitting in her exersaucer thingy bob flailing her arms around, when she hits the one of the three big buttons that makes a noise of some sort. Now she was looking at the lion hand puppet that's right next the keyboard when she did it, so she spins really fast to look at this lion and just grabs it and starts tugging on the thing like if it doesn't make that noise again she's going to choke the stuffing right out of it's ears.
(and that giant tall green thing in front has two discs that she likes to clack together and has recently figured out how to pull just right to get them to come off...and make mama look for something else to pick up)
She's also chewing on everything so we think that she'll start cutting teeth soonish. She's been in the drooling gnawing stage for a while, but now she's actually chewing and she's constantly wet on her front from her spit fountain of a mouth. She's doing well on eating solids and we're starting to transition her into table foods and so I picked up one of those "safe-feeders" to help. At first I was opposed to the idea because in my head people would be giving the baby regular baby food and then abandoning the poor starving child to their own feeding. Then Tara pointed out that baby food would run right out of it and she thought it would be good because it would help teach chewing before letting the kid have the tiny finger foods. So I looked at it again, more closely, and picked one up. Holy Flying Batman! Chani loves this thing. She starts flapping her arms like a baby duckling when she sees it she's so excited.
She has a banana in it in this picture, and that's mostly what she gets because they mush easily and she likes them, but we also gave her some saturn peach in it and those things are juicy little things. With the banana it's like, "Chomp, Chomp, Pull, Swallow, Repeat" with the peach it was, "bite, Suck, Suck, SUUUUUCK, swallow, swallow, suck, swallow, repeat." I'm looking forward to trying avocado in it sometime soon.
She's growing like crazy. She's still in the 10th percentile, but she has been since birth so no big surprise. At her six month check up she was 24 inches long and a bit over 14 pounds heavy. Tiny for some I know, but when she entered this world at 19 1/2 inches and 6 pounds 10 ounces...I'm impressed. The only issue with her growing is we need jammies for her. She had been refusing to sleep unless swaddled and between the drooling and the GERD she's been naked baby alot, so we just swaddled her in a diaper and put her to bed. But now she's sleeping unswaddled, and even though it's summer I don't like her going to bed in just a diaper, and so she has like three sets of jammies that fit her long legs.
(These were the cutest jammies ever. They were too big forever so they got put away and forgotten until she was almost too big, so she got to wear them for about a week and a half)
I think I've gone over everything, she's learning cause and effect, she eats bananas like they're the best invention ever and she has no more jammies that fit her. Okay then, one more picture because she's adorable.
Okay, two more pictures because she's adorably awesome.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Sleep Worries
For anyone who I have not regaled with tales of Bryce saying / acting out embarrassing things in his sleep (ie: saving me from falling i beams, slapping mice off me, building things...etc.) my husband often says things in his sleep, occasionally sits up in bed and acts things out, and very seldomly he will get out of bed and walk around. Since the baby he's added a new catagory to his antics...sleep worries.
This sleep worries have been fairly common for the past 7 months or so, starting about a month before Chani was born with the most recent being last night."Ames, Ames, Amy, Ames, Amy." Bryce is almost panicked trying to get me awake.
"What is it Bryce?" I'm groggy and not fully awake.
"I can't get her. You have to help me." He's propped on his elbow reaching over the side of the bed.
"You can't get who?" I'm more awake and I want to see what he says.
"Chani!" He's getting exasperated. "I can't get a hold of her!"
"Bryce, she's in her bed sleeping."
*pause* "Oh. That's probably why I can't find her to pick her up." He lays back down and is fast asleep.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Blog, Blob, Blug
So I've been meaning to catch up but let's be honest and admit that that's never going to happen. So we'll see if I can start here and keep up (hahahaha, yeah...)
Chani is almost six-months-old!!! I cannot believe it. She's growing so fast and she's so little-big. She's little in the fact that she's still firmly in the 10th percentile (90% of babies her age are bigger than she is), but she's big in the fact that's she's added about 6 inches and 6 pounds since she was born. So she's now almost 13 pounds heavy and about 23 inches long.
She has done all of her firsts when I'm in the same room but not directly interacting with her. Her first smile was at Tara when I was holding Chani facing her. Her first laugh was for Tara when Tara was playing with Chani on her lap, and I was sitting next to them reading. The first time she rolled over was when she was on her tummy and she looked for Tara's voice.
------------Actually I think this proves that she's really Tara's baby and doesn't like me. :-P
Chani's hit all of her miles stone early or right on time. She can sit mostly unsupported, she's standing up and balancing really well. If she has a hold of something she can stand up forever. She looks like she's surfing a lot of the time, but she has really strong legs. She's making noises constantly, and she's loves to smile and laugh. She really likes the dogs, just seeing them makes her giggle even if she was crying a second earlier.
While it's nice that's she's developing according to schedule, I miss her being so tiny. I was lamenting to my mom the other day that I feel like I'll never catch up with her. By the time I'm comfortable with a stage she's in, she's already moved two stages ahead. And her being more and more mobile and dexterous has their frustrating, funny, and frustratingly funny moments. I'll leave you with two anecdotes.
The other thing that the changing table is good for is the dreaded booger sucker. She's had a couple of colds and the nasal aspirator is really great because it keeps her breathing, but it's gotten a lot harder to get her nose clear now that she pushes against my arms with both hands and both feet while turning her head from side to side and screaming.
So for this most recent cold I got a battery powered sucker because I just wasn't able to clear her sinuses out well enough with the other one. In the instructions it says to be careful not to insert the tip too far into her nose and to make sure that the tip opening doesn't touch the inside of her nose. Now the tip is silicone, extremely soft and flexible, and before I used it on her I held it against the thin, easily bruised skin of my inner wrist and was not able to leave a mark on my arm of any sort....but I'm still very nervous that I'm going to do something wrong and hurt her.
Chani is almost six-months-old!!! I cannot believe it. She's growing so fast and she's so little-big. She's little in the fact that she's still firmly in the 10th percentile (90% of babies her age are bigger than she is), but she's big in the fact that's she's added about 6 inches and 6 pounds since she was born. So she's now almost 13 pounds heavy and about 23 inches long.
She's still dealing with GERD, but it's getting better now that she's on Zantac and starting solid foods. She's been able to roll over for about about month and a half now, but she just recently starting doing it voluntarily and liking it. Before about a week ago, she would go from her back to part of her tummy touching the floor and either grin at you and flip back on her back or she would swing her top leg out and scoot along by grabbing the blanket with her toes. The first time she rolled over without being coaxed or tricked was when I left her on the floor playing on her back and when to get her bottle out of the warmer and came back to feed her and she was on her tummy. I was gone literally ten seconds!
------------Actually I think this proves that she's really Tara's baby and doesn't like me. :-P
Chani's hit all of her miles stone early or right on time. She can sit mostly unsupported, she's standing up and balancing really well. If she has a hold of something she can stand up forever. She looks like she's surfing a lot of the time, but she has really strong legs. She's making noises constantly, and she's loves to smile and laugh. She really likes the dogs, just seeing them makes her giggle even if she was crying a second earlier.
While it's nice that's she's developing according to schedule, I miss her being so tiny. I was lamenting to my mom the other day that I feel like I'll never catch up with her. By the time I'm comfortable with a stage she's in, she's already moved two stages ahead. And her being more and more mobile and dexterous has their frustrating, funny, and frustratingly funny moments. I'll leave you with two anecdotes.
So the time that Bryce and I most see the changes in Chani's strength is when she's upset or curious, and there's one place that those emotions show up more than any other.....her changing table.
When she was a newborn, diaper changes were fast and easy because you moved her how she needed to be, and she did not fight back. Now she's strong enough to pull her feet out of your grasp, and twist her body as the waist, and arch her back. All at once.
And if she's being a good baby and not doing any of that, then it's because she found something with her hands and she's focused on it....usually the clean diaper that she grabs from where you have set down for easy reach when you're done cleaning her. So then proceeds the tug of war to retrieve the diaper from her grasp before she wets everything, and without tearing part of the diaper against her baby razor nails.
But, since her favorite thing to explore is still her body one day I heard my husband shout, "Chani! Will you please stop grabbing yourself?" So I tell Bryce that she's just exploring and it's normal at this age. He says,"I know it's normal. It doesn't bother me that she does it, it bothers me that I can't get her to stop so I can fasten the freaking diaper!"
The other thing that the changing table is good for is the dreaded booger sucker. She's had a couple of colds and the nasal aspirator is really great because it keeps her breathing, but it's gotten a lot harder to get her nose clear now that she pushes against my arms with both hands and both feet while turning her head from side to side and screaming.
So for this most recent cold I got a battery powered sucker because I just wasn't able to clear her sinuses out well enough with the other one. In the instructions it says to be careful not to insert the tip too far into her nose and to make sure that the tip opening doesn't touch the inside of her nose. Now the tip is silicone, extremely soft and flexible, and before I used it on her I held it against the thin, easily bruised skin of my inner wrist and was not able to leave a mark on my arm of any sort....but I'm still very nervous that I'm going to do something wrong and hurt her.
Last night I fed her some carrot baby food, gave her a bath, and started to suction her nose. She had been doing really well with the new aspirator, but now that she's very tired and over stimulated Chani starts turning her head and screaming when I start. And with her doing that I know that the tip hit the inside of her nostril so I stop to look and make sure she's okay. When I do that I notice a reddish clearish bit on the side of the aspirator and I freak out and start checking her nose, sure that I'm a horrible mom and I gave my baby a bloody nose trying to get the boogers out of it. And Chani starts to giggle, and there's no deluge of sticky red from her nose so I look closer at the aspirator....it's not bloody boogers. Yep. It's a little bit of carrots.
I promise to blog more regularly, and if there's anything you want explained that's missing from this blog, just leave a comment and I'll email you the story.
Amy
Monday, March 1, 2010
Let's Play Ketchup!
It's over three months since I've written a post, and there is an adorable baby girl in dinosaur jammies in a bouncy seat in front of me. So I'm going to try and get caught up for those past months, just give me a couple of days, and I'll break it down into months.
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The big thing that happened in November was the combination Baby Shower / Man Party. The parties were on the fourteenth and the night before them a couple of friends came up from Wichita and met us for dinner with a couple of other friends and one of their friends. Most of us had never met the girl before and we tried to make her feel comfortable, but she seemed to want to pick a fight with the guy who had brought her and then proceeded to pout after dinner when we went to the liquor store to pick up things for the drinkers before we headed home. (I had a case of IBC root beer from Sam's Club for me.)
Once we got home the guys ended up outside for most of the night for cigars with their alcohol, and my friend and I were amazed at this girl's level of self-absorption. She started talking and then never shut up. She talked about everything and asked a lot of questions, but never wanted an answer. It was a one sided conversation and she didn't care. I even put in a movie that she said she adored and she talked right over it. She was annoying, but we just shrugged her off and let her have her one woman party until the boys came back in.
When the boys were there she began making statements about what a boyfriend should do. "A good boyfriend should sit with his girlfriend." "A good boyfriend would care if his girlfriend was tired." At one point when she had had too much to drink and told him that she had thrown up, his response was, "Well, don't drink so much. You should know your limit." That really peeved her off and she started being belligerent and outright rude
Bryce went and sat next to her and told her to lie on the couch and go to sleep, asked if she wanted something non-alcoholic to drink, and offered to get her a pillow and a blanket. She told that she wanted to go home and it was obvious that our friend didn't care about her and commanded Bryce to go ask our friend for his keys. Bryce very gently told her, "No, you've had too much to drink you don't need his car keys." She replied she did them, and Bryce repeated that she did not. She then said that she didn't want them to drive, just so she could go wait in the car. Bryce said that she needed to go talk to our friend herself and she shouted at Bryce that he needed to go talk to the guy right then and get his car keys for her. Apparently pregnancy made me bolder than I usually am because before Bryce could respond I shouted at her, "You WILL NOT yell at my husband! You have been bitch all night and if you're going to continue to be rude you are NOT welcome here and I WILL have my brother-in-law escort you out of his house."
The girl looked shocked and then started to mutter "You're right, you're right, I'm a bitch" and "I'm leaving", and stomped up the stairs and out the front door and Bryce sent our friend after her to take her home. Everyone else held their breath until she was out of the house and then started laughing and Bryce's best friend looks at him and asks, "Can I marry your wife?", while everyone else was telling me how shocked and impressed they were by my sudden confrontational skills. After the chick left, everyone had a few more drinks and a lot more jokes and laughing in the much, much lighter atmosphere.
The next day was the shower and it was a lot of fun, but not as eventful. We made dinner rolls in the shape of baby feet, and we painted wall decals for the baby's room. We had a lot of talking and laughing and joking, especially about the chick from the night before. The man party was fun for the guys also, but it had complications with paintball guns not wanting to work and the men were smoking the meat for dinner, but it was WELL smoked since the smoker caught on fire. No harm came to anything but the brisket, which ended up delicious, but about half the size it should have been.
The other things worth comment that happened are that Bryce started his new job with the Kansas Department of Revenue on the 16th, and then on the 21st as he was driving to work the head gasket on his car blew out.
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The big thing in December was obviously the baby!!!!! (This section will talk about labor, so if it makes you uncomfortable play hopscotch and skip onward.)
At the beginning of December I started my weekly OB appointments, at the one on the 2nd the Dr checked my cervix for the first time and was noticeably surprised at how soft it was and that I was barely effaced since I wasn't due until the 31st. I also had a third sonogram to check how the baby was positioned because the Dr thought she might be sideways. She was head down, and just stretched out. I'm not sure that she ever curled into a fetal position. I always had a prominent bump on either side of my stomach; one was feet, the other was her butt, and her head was down.
The next appointment on Wednesday the 9th the Dr checked my cervix again and it was softer and I was a definite one centimeter effaced. I asked her when I should go in and do the pre-registration for delivery, and she told me that I could do it any time, but I shouldn't worry about getting done in a hurry because I wasn't due for another three weeks and there were no apparent signs that I would deliver early.
Then in the early, early morning of Monday the 14th like around midnight early my right shoulder started to hurt really badly and woke me up. Bryce tried rubbing it and it was a little better and we managed to go back to sleep. I woke up again a couple hours later with the pain stronger so we got out the heating pad and that seemed to help and I got about another hour of sleep, when I woke up to go to the bathroom. At that point I was 98% sure that I had lost my mucus plug, but I didn't feel like I was in labor, so I went back to sleep with the heating pad for another couple of hours. At about 4am I woke up again; my shoulder didn't hurt but my back did slightly. I got Bryce's watch and I started trying to track the ache, but I couldn't find a definite pattern, so I went ahead and called the OB on call at the hospital to ask him if I should be worried about anything and if there was a guess about what was going on. The Dr said that it sounded like it was just the bloody show, and that it wasn't uncommon for it to happen a few weeks before delivery and since I wasn't having definite contractions the slight back ache was probably just from it releasing. I was comforted, so I went back to sleep for another two hours when my shoulder woke me up with a stronger pain then it had been. I took a couple of Ibuprofen and then called in to work, which I had been trying to avoid since I thought it would be rude to miss any days of my last week.
I spent most of the day hanging out on the couch watching movies with Bryce, but around 2:30pm I called the OB's office and talked to them about I should do because I pretty sure I wasn't in labor but I had a small doubt that I was so I wanted to know the Dr's opinion. The nurse asked me if my water had broken and if I was having contractions and how far apart they were, and I answered that my water had not broken and that I wasn't sure if I was having contractions. They asked if I was having pain and was my stomach visibly tightening. I said, “This is where it gets confusing. My low back aches and my stomach tightens, but not always at the same time. Sometimes my back hurts, but my stomach's not tight. Sometimes my stomach is tight, but my back doesn't hurt. Sometimes they happen together, but I can't find a pattern in any of the three options." The nurse said that it sounded like I might be in the early stages of back labor, and she would hate for me to have to drive out and back home for nothing, but that she would recommend coming to Labor and Delivery just to get checked out and at least get something to help with the backache.
I had planned on getting a hospital bag packed the next weekend when I was done with work, so Bryce and I scrambled to get things together in case I was going to deliver, and we tossed the bags in the back of the car with the carseat not even strapped in yet and we headed to town, driving through McDonald's on the way there to grab something to eat since the hospital was likely to deny me anything to eat once I was checked in and we weren't sure how long we would be there if I wasn't admitted.
We got to the hospital at about 3:45pm and I got changed and hooked up to monitors and the Dr (who was my regular OB) came in and talked to me about what was going on, and then checked my cervix. I was 4 centimeters dilated, and definitively in labor and had been for awhile. We talked about whether I wanted her to break my water since it hadn't done it on its own, and I wasn't going home. I voted to speed things up and she left to go get things set up and get the epidural arranged. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:30, and thought that since the office was still open I should call in. I got to Don and he said, “Amy, I see you're calling from St. Francis." And I said, “Yes...I won't be back in to work, but I'll call tomorrow with the details."
I'm kinda fuzzy on the rest of the times, but the main points are that I was given pitosin since my progression stopped after the epidural, things started back up at an average pace and then, once my Dr assured me that I had time before I delivered and that she would be back from the OR in time; I moved really fast. The last three centimeters in an hour and a half. They had me hold off on pushing for what felt like an eternity. And then I could push a little bit and then, finally, after they called the midwife to come in, my Dr came back and I could deliver. It wasn't fun but it was happy that at 1:43am on Tuesday the 15th Chani Vera Klumpe was born. The nurses went to weigh her and asked me to guess before they did and I said, "Six and three-quarters." And they asked Bryce and he said, “I’ll go with hers. She's pretty good with knowing things." And then the nurses weighed Chani and they were pretty impressed with my guess because she was six pounds ten ounces and nineteen and a half inches long.
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There is more for December and obviously the other months also. So look for another post coming soon!
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The big thing that happened in November was the combination Baby Shower / Man Party. The parties were on the fourteenth and the night before them a couple of friends came up from Wichita and met us for dinner with a couple of other friends and one of their friends. Most of us had never met the girl before and we tried to make her feel comfortable, but she seemed to want to pick a fight with the guy who had brought her and then proceeded to pout after dinner when we went to the liquor store to pick up things for the drinkers before we headed home. (I had a case of IBC root beer from Sam's Club for me.)
Once we got home the guys ended up outside for most of the night for cigars with their alcohol, and my friend and I were amazed at this girl's level of self-absorption. She started talking and then never shut up. She talked about everything and asked a lot of questions, but never wanted an answer. It was a one sided conversation and she didn't care. I even put in a movie that she said she adored and she talked right over it. She was annoying, but we just shrugged her off and let her have her one woman party until the boys came back in.
When the boys were there she began making statements about what a boyfriend should do. "A good boyfriend should sit with his girlfriend." "A good boyfriend would care if his girlfriend was tired." At one point when she had had too much to drink and told him that she had thrown up, his response was, "Well, don't drink so much. You should know your limit." That really peeved her off and she started being belligerent and outright rude
Bryce went and sat next to her and told her to lie on the couch and go to sleep, asked if she wanted something non-alcoholic to drink, and offered to get her a pillow and a blanket. She told that she wanted to go home and it was obvious that our friend didn't care about her and commanded Bryce to go ask our friend for his keys. Bryce very gently told her, "No, you've had too much to drink you don't need his car keys." She replied she did them, and Bryce repeated that she did not. She then said that she didn't want them to drive, just so she could go wait in the car. Bryce said that she needed to go talk to our friend herself and she shouted at Bryce that he needed to go talk to the guy right then and get his car keys for her. Apparently pregnancy made me bolder than I usually am because before Bryce could respond I shouted at her, "You WILL NOT yell at my husband! You have been bitch all night and if you're going to continue to be rude you are NOT welcome here and I WILL have my brother-in-law escort you out of his house."
The girl looked shocked and then started to mutter "You're right, you're right, I'm a bitch" and "I'm leaving", and stomped up the stairs and out the front door and Bryce sent our friend after her to take her home. Everyone else held their breath until she was out of the house and then started laughing and Bryce's best friend looks at him and asks, "Can I marry your wife?", while everyone else was telling me how shocked and impressed they were by my sudden confrontational skills. After the chick left, everyone had a few more drinks and a lot more jokes and laughing in the much, much lighter atmosphere.
The next day was the shower and it was a lot of fun, but not as eventful. We made dinner rolls in the shape of baby feet, and we painted wall decals for the baby's room. We had a lot of talking and laughing and joking, especially about the chick from the night before. The man party was fun for the guys also, but it had complications with paintball guns not wanting to work and the men were smoking the meat for dinner, but it was WELL smoked since the smoker caught on fire. No harm came to anything but the brisket, which ended up delicious, but about half the size it should have been.
The other things worth comment that happened are that Bryce started his new job with the Kansas Department of Revenue on the 16th, and then on the 21st as he was driving to work the head gasket on his car blew out.
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The big thing in December was obviously the baby!!!!! (This section will talk about labor, so if it makes you uncomfortable play hopscotch and skip onward.)
At the beginning of December I started my weekly OB appointments, at the one on the 2nd the Dr checked my cervix for the first time and was noticeably surprised at how soft it was and that I was barely effaced since I wasn't due until the 31st. I also had a third sonogram to check how the baby was positioned because the Dr thought she might be sideways. She was head down, and just stretched out. I'm not sure that she ever curled into a fetal position. I always had a prominent bump on either side of my stomach; one was feet, the other was her butt, and her head was down.
The next appointment on Wednesday the 9th the Dr checked my cervix again and it was softer and I was a definite one centimeter effaced. I asked her when I should go in and do the pre-registration for delivery, and she told me that I could do it any time, but I shouldn't worry about getting done in a hurry because I wasn't due for another three weeks and there were no apparent signs that I would deliver early.
Then in the early, early morning of Monday the 14th like around midnight early my right shoulder started to hurt really badly and woke me up. Bryce tried rubbing it and it was a little better and we managed to go back to sleep. I woke up again a couple hours later with the pain stronger so we got out the heating pad and that seemed to help and I got about another hour of sleep, when I woke up to go to the bathroom. At that point I was 98% sure that I had lost my mucus plug, but I didn't feel like I was in labor, so I went back to sleep with the heating pad for another couple of hours. At about 4am I woke up again; my shoulder didn't hurt but my back did slightly. I got Bryce's watch and I started trying to track the ache, but I couldn't find a definite pattern, so I went ahead and called the OB on call at the hospital to ask him if I should be worried about anything and if there was a guess about what was going on. The Dr said that it sounded like it was just the bloody show, and that it wasn't uncommon for it to happen a few weeks before delivery and since I wasn't having definite contractions the slight back ache was probably just from it releasing. I was comforted, so I went back to sleep for another two hours when my shoulder woke me up with a stronger pain then it had been. I took a couple of Ibuprofen and then called in to work, which I had been trying to avoid since I thought it would be rude to miss any days of my last week.
I spent most of the day hanging out on the couch watching movies with Bryce, but around 2:30pm I called the OB's office and talked to them about I should do because I pretty sure I wasn't in labor but I had a small doubt that I was so I wanted to know the Dr's opinion. The nurse asked me if my water had broken and if I was having contractions and how far apart they were, and I answered that my water had not broken and that I wasn't sure if I was having contractions. They asked if I was having pain and was my stomach visibly tightening. I said, “This is where it gets confusing. My low back aches and my stomach tightens, but not always at the same time. Sometimes my back hurts, but my stomach's not tight. Sometimes my stomach is tight, but my back doesn't hurt. Sometimes they happen together, but I can't find a pattern in any of the three options." The nurse said that it sounded like I might be in the early stages of back labor, and she would hate for me to have to drive out and back home for nothing, but that she would recommend coming to Labor and Delivery just to get checked out and at least get something to help with the backache.
I had planned on getting a hospital bag packed the next weekend when I was done with work, so Bryce and I scrambled to get things together in case I was going to deliver, and we tossed the bags in the back of the car with the carseat not even strapped in yet and we headed to town, driving through McDonald's on the way there to grab something to eat since the hospital was likely to deny me anything to eat once I was checked in and we weren't sure how long we would be there if I wasn't admitted.
We got to the hospital at about 3:45pm and I got changed and hooked up to monitors and the Dr (who was my regular OB) came in and talked to me about what was going on, and then checked my cervix. I was 4 centimeters dilated, and definitively in labor and had been for awhile. We talked about whether I wanted her to break my water since it hadn't done it on its own, and I wasn't going home. I voted to speed things up and she left to go get things set up and get the epidural arranged. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4:30, and thought that since the office was still open I should call in. I got to Don and he said, “Amy, I see you're calling from St. Francis." And I said, “Yes...I won't be back in to work, but I'll call tomorrow with the details."
I'm kinda fuzzy on the rest of the times, but the main points are that I was given pitosin since my progression stopped after the epidural, things started back up at an average pace and then, once my Dr assured me that I had time before I delivered and that she would be back from the OR in time; I moved really fast. The last three centimeters in an hour and a half. They had me hold off on pushing for what felt like an eternity. And then I could push a little bit and then, finally, after they called the midwife to come in, my Dr came back and I could deliver. It wasn't fun but it was happy that at 1:43am on Tuesday the 15th Chani Vera Klumpe was born. The nurses went to weigh her and asked me to guess before they did and I said, "Six and three-quarters." And they asked Bryce and he said, “I’ll go with hers. She's pretty good with knowing things." And then the nurses weighed Chani and they were pretty impressed with my guess because she was six pounds ten ounces and nineteen and a half inches long.
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There is more for December and obviously the other months also. So look for another post coming soon!
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