The birth story, further explained.

On the evening of the 24th, I started feeling Little Brother’s head move about my pelvis, very uncomfortable. It was then that I knew within 24 hours LB would be in my arms. Not long after this discomfort started, Big Brother yelled out, “baby out!”. That scared me a lil’ bit. Hubby called at 5:30pm saying he was not released yet. I cued him in as to what I was feeling and he went ahead and gave his command a heads up that a baby might be coming within the next couple of days. At 6pm, he walked through the door and my contractions started. He tossed down his stuff and I had another one. It was then I told him to eat dinner (homemade lasagna) and we would go. Our company helped getting stuff to the car for us and off we went. Hubby sped through EP like lightning with his hazards on. Even that was almost not fast enough. We got 10 minutes away from the hospital and my water broke. Hubby had nothing for me to sit on, but I managed to spot the car sun visor and I promptly stuck it under myself. Adrenaline is a wonderful thing! By then it was really hard to not push, but I held back. Once we got to the gate for the hospital, I went ahead and got things going because it was close enough and I wanted the pain to be gone. My face and hands were tingling too, still do not know what was up with that. Eventually, we got parked (gate guard waved us through and then there were barriers everywhere and the emergency entrance was blocked off…) and I attempted to walk. I went down to all fours and leaned inside the car. A guy in a car next to ours in the parking lot asked if I was ok, literally, “Lady, you ok?”. I managed a, “I am having a baby, now!” and a few grunts. He shouted out to Hubby, “Shit, run, dude, run, run, run.” He was already doing that, breaking his profile to get the wheel chair. When he came back, LB’s head was crowning. Hubby runs me to the elevator, head all the way out at this point. We go up one floor in the elevator and when the doors dinged LB was all the way born in my pants. I am on the edge of the seat so I do not sit on him, clenching my fists on the arms to keep my bottom off the seat. Hubby yells at L&D to open the doors for a doc and they most certainly listend. Within moments we were in a delivery room, they cut off my pants and I saw my lil’ purple boy. They had to stick him under a lamp for a while to warm up. He was born at 8 pounds 7 ounces, 21.5 inches long at approximately 6:55pm (yes, less than an hour of labor, no early labor at all). He is adorable and makes the sweetest noises. Already, he is eating better than John ever did and I find my nipples aren’t as sore as when I nursed John.

We got home last night and boy oh boy is it good to be home! Pics will be up when I get the chance. There aren’t many yet because the hubby forgot to tell me where in my hospital stuff the camera was. It was not in my bag.

*hugs*
~Me

Getting Settled

Today our Sleighbed set comes in. I am so excited! It is all dark cherry finish. We have a chest of drawers, dresser w/mirror, two nightstands, and the head/foot board w/frame coming in. It is so gorgeous! Because it is coming in today, we spent the weekend prepping our room for our new stuff. BB aquired our old and cruddy dresser (ok, I think it’s cruddy b/c it was super cheap and it’s made out of particle board. It still looks nice though). Our garage is getting less scary, but we did not sort through anything in there this weekend. We made it our focus to clear out our room of boxes and get some art up. I was thrilled last week when I found my prayer corner stuff. It is so nice to have art hanging up.

I only got mopey once hanging things up. I saw the belly pic with Hubby and I when I was preggo with BB and I want to now get one with the three of us and my big ol’ tummy for outside LBs room. I guess I feel that I did not do as much to document this pregnancy like I did with BB. Granted, I had more time then and was not in the middle of moving either.

Today, my big boy went pee in his potty! I was so thrilled! It must have happend while I was in the shower or something because he usually comes to get me when he wants to try. He knows how to pull down his pants and strip his diaper off. It looks like he managed to put it all back on too! All I could do was pick him up and give him the biggest hug ever! I am so proud of him!

*hugs*
~Me

Growin’ up!

Big Brother here is really impressing me! Even yesterday, with a fever still going, he wanted to eat in a normal chair and fed himself at all three meals. Out of no where last night, he took the potty chair and set it by the TV and wanted to sit on it. For the first time, without a fight, he let me pull his pants down and remove his diaper before sitting on his seat. We did this multiple times last night. Granted, no pee or poo went to the potty, but I still praised him for trying. This morning, he wanted breakfast in a normal chair again. Hubby was worried for a while that we would have to buy a second booster/highchair again. It really looks like our big boy is ready to be a big brother!

*hugs*
~Me

First OB visit in the new town and a sick kiddo

Yesterday was my first time to see the OB over here. It had been since September 8th that I was last checked, nearly two months! No U/S was done, something I had grown used to at our previous location. Instead, we got to hear the heartbeat and what a wonderful sound that was! My tummy also got measured for the first time, it was 27 or 37, I cannot remember . They (OB and someone doing their clinicals) palpatated my very basketball shaped belly. Both seemed to agree that his head was rather far down there. Yay!

Let me rewind to before we even left the house. Big Brother woke up boiling hot and very clingy. He did not want to eat, drink, or get dressed. Usually, getting dressed is an exciting thing for him. He associates it with going “bye bye”. I tried to call through to the appointment line and gave up after several attempts. The thermometer got tossed into my purse to keep track of his fever. At this point it was only 99.0, but I knew it would climb. While I waited for my appointment, I sent the guys to Peds. to see if they could walk in. It turns out they could, but it’d be a several hour wait. They turned around and came back to me instead. At least, at this point, BB ate a Nutri Grain bar and drank som diluted juice. He still was not happy and wanted only to snuggle.

After I get done, we visit L&D for a tour. Hubby and I had to take turns since lil’ kiddos are not allowed on the ward, they are “disease infested”. I was totally ok with that since I knew my son was not doing well. The delivery rooms are massive! They are about twice the size of the room I delivered BB in. They all have showers and two have tubs. Mine did not have that at all with BB. The actual rooms after delivery are smaller, but they are all private rooms, which is super nice. The floors all have fall leaves on them as decoration and I love that. I think I will be at peace there when it comes time to deliver Little Brother. By this point, BB has refused his favorite snack and will not drink. Temp spiked up to 101.8 by then.

We hightail it down to Peds again and get put on the wait list for walk ins. After an hour of waiting, the gentleman at the front desk explains that he lost the paperwork for all the walk-ins. I shoot off to the line that started forming and land 2nd. Moms behind me throw some attitude when I go up to the counter, “Can we be seen in the order we were last time?”. Little did they know, being at the front made your paperwork be on the bottom. But, then again, after another hour of waiting and BB’s temp going to 102.6 we were told that we were never put into the system for a walk in. At this point, the Chief of Peds comes to get us and takes very great care of us. She asked if I was offered the H1N1 vaccine at my OB appointment, I was not. She was very ticked! She got the Chief of OB over and sent me right down to go get it while BB got swabbed for strep and various flus.

I was against getting the shot originally. I had the notion that the vaccine could transfer through the placenta, which it does not do at all. Once I learned that and women in their 3rd trimester are most at risk for severe complications if they catch H1N1, I was convinced that I should. Being hooked up to a ventilator for the rest of my pregnancy did not appeal to me at all. Nor did exposing my soon to be youngest boy to it. Kiddos can get the shot at our hospital on Saturday. I do not think BB will be better enough by then to get it, but we shall see. I’d feel safer if he did get it too. Hubby has not gotten it even though I had heard on ads on AFN (Armed Forces Network) that all service members are required to get both the seasonal flu and the H1N1 flu shots. But here, the H1N1 is only required for those who are deploying.

In the end, by 2pm, we are done with appointments and the Cheif of Peds gave Hubby her card so I can call her in the morning to report on John. Mind you, we had been there since about 8:30 in the morning. The last time Hubby and I ate was around 6am, so we rushed over to the DFAC at the hospital. Thank goodness they were still serving lunch! BB ended up not having strep or any sort of flu, just some really nasty bug. After a dose of Tylenol he was much better. Though, later in the evening, you could tell when it was wearing off. This morning he has been up already. I took his temp and it is hovering at about 100.0. Still not better. I am used to his fever breaking in the night. It looks like another snuggly day today. Another day where boxes sit in the garage, begging to be unpacked. That will have to wait. Snuggles are more important.

*hugs*
~Me

Moving, moving, moving…and all that comes with it.

Within our first week in town we found a house to rent. It seemed like a dream home for us. Lately, it’s been hellish. First, we had to buy a new fidge, washer and dryer. Then the landlords had to replace the ancient dishwasher and get rid of the rusted hoses for the washer. Mind you, the landlord goes, “Oh, shoulda fixed this before you all moved in…” DUH! Out of all of these things, we can currently only use the dryer. A pipe busted in the garage behind the washer (another aha moment for the landlord since they noticed a plastered hole under the pipes by the washer before we moved in….ugh!). The dishwasher is not useable right now because the landlord’s brother did not install it properly…it won’t drain and it is sitting in the hole crooked.

Unaccompanied baggage came and is unpacked except for the two boxes the hubby has sitting around. I am very anxious to get our real stuff.

The hubby is now in his new unit and is well liked by the company commander. He is in a leadership position even though he has no soldiers below him right now. Soon he will have five. He gave me some news yesterday that started me crying. Stupid hormones! I really knew it was not going to be unavoidable during his carreer, so I just need to suck it up and deal with it. At least I have several old pals that live fairly close that can be there for me. This unit stood up not too long ago and has the goal of having the hubby leave here being at least an E7. Apparently they are good at fixing past mistakes (ie the boo boo our old commander pulled on the hubby and another soldier on not letting them get promoted) and want to get the hubby to E6 right away. Points are still down and they want to send him to a board anyway, for the fun of it. I have been told units of his type tend to have great FRGs and I hope to God it is. I am really going to need it for my sanity within a year or so. I am also hoping to start working again after the lil’ one still growing within turns a year.

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