Sunday, April 29, 2012

How the Blog was Named

Way back in the day, I was a bully.  Sometimes I beat up my sisters over the remote control, sometimes I said mean things and sometimes I borrowed their stuff without asking.  Dont worry- I have changed now :).  I had bought this really cool eye shadow- it was Cover Girl brand and had 9 different shades.  I loved most of the shades- I used it and I loved it.  I was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college I believe and I ran out of this eye shadow.  Well I had told my sister Adrienne about this eye shadow and she had purchased some of her own.  Against my better judgement, I took hers.  Its all a little fuzzy now, but I am pretty sure that she asked me if I knew where it was and I said no.  Fast forward to the summer, we take a family vacay to Chicago.  I am putting on the eye shadow and Adrienne says "hey, that is my eye shadow" and I say back "well, I introduced you to it".  hahahahaha- it is sooo funny now.  I felt justified taking her eye shadow since I had introduced her to it. 

Its a good thing I have grown up :).

By the way, dont think I am the only one that was mean- Adge threw my Eggo waffles out the window in the car ride to Nolan one morning (totally unrelated to me "borrowing" her eye shadow).

Thanks Adge for giving me the title of my blog!!!!  Glad we are adults and we can laugh about this now.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Bah Boo Verse Two

Even my title rhymes :)

This afternoon I was trying to think of something for verse two of my nursery rhyme for Emma. I thought to myself what rhymes with boo- of course poo! Then I started thinking how appropriate since Emma has had some bowel problems. Probably only my family will appreciate this, but here is verse 2.

I love you Bah Boo
I love you Bah Boo
I especially love it
When you go poo poo

Haha- I crack myself up! I sang it to her today- it was hard to tell whether she approved or not.

Bah Boo

This is pronounced just like I have spelled it.  Over Emma's short little life so far- I have been making up many nicknames for her.  My favorites have been: baby girl, Emma bananas, Emma lemma and most recently bah boo. 

Pronounced: Bah (like bah bah sheep), Boo (like when you want to scare someone).  It is a play on the name baby

A fact that I have learned about myself since having Emma is that I stink at nursery rhymes.  I know maybe the first line and I just make up the rest.  Emma doesnt care, so I figured neither should I.  Now, I already knew that I cant sing.  I think Ally has placed me as the 5th worst singer in the family (out of 6) with only my dad trailing me. 

Since I dont know many nursery rhymes, I have started to make up my own.  My first creation went something like this:

I love my Bah Boo
I love my Bah Boo
You would love your Bah Boo too
If you had one like mine

I quickly realized that this didnt rhyme (after singing it for nearly a day), so I made up this version:

I love my Bah Boo
I love my Bah Boo
I especailly love it
When she giggles and coos

Ahhh, much better.  I was just telling Wes that I need to create a verse two.  Stay tuned :). 

In case you are wondering, Emma doesnt care about the tone of my voice (for those that have heard me sing), she just cares that I sing to her.  Although sometimes she screams louder when I sing- I dont know if I should take that as a sign to learn some real nursery rhymes :)/

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

We Have Our Very Own Chinese Maple

Yes, yes- I know the tree is called a Japanese Maple and not a Chinese Maple, but one time I mistakenly called the tree a Chinese Maple and the name stuck. 

Wes and I decided to go to Aldi on Sunday to get some groceries for the week.  We are walking through the produce and Wes spots it- 30 or so Japanese Maples for us to choose from.  I excitedly ask him how much they are.  I figured they would be reasonable because this is Aldi afterall.  He says $12.99!!!  $12.99 is a bargain for this tree.  While it is a little on the small side, that is ok because I am patient and sometimes have a black thumb when it comes to plants.  If we spend $12.99 and it dies (because its a really hot summer), it not that big of deal.  But if I buy one for $50 - $100 (at Calloways), then it would be a lot more sad when (and if it dies). 

Wes pulled out two for me to look at and we decided on our tree, paid our $12.99 and became the proud owners of a Chinese Maple.  We brought it home, I placed it in the spot I had envisioned and Wes planted it on Monday. 

I know by now you are dying to see a picture- so here she is in all of her beauty.

And here she is close up- isnt she beautiful?  I agree that she is more beautiful because she only cost $12.99.  I am very happy that we decided to stop into Aldi on Sunday. 

Next up, I am sure you are all wondering how I birthed my baby- so part three (the actual birth) will be coming up tomorrow. 

Monday, April 23, 2012

Is Seven Weeks Old Too Early to Start Sleep Training

Disclaimer: My dad often says two things about Emma. One, "that she is the easiest baby in the world" and two, "this baby comes to sleep". Emma was an excellent newborn sleeper. She would go to sleep effortlessly and she would sleep for a long time. Even in four or five hour intervals when we brought her home from the hospital. When we first brought her home, I would wake her up to feed her because I read somewhere that infants shouldn’t go more than three hours without eating. At two weeks, and after she had regained her birth weight plus some, I asked the pediatrician if I could let her sleep as long as she wanted. He said yes, and this was such a relief. I still would set my alarm just to check on her and make sure she was still breathing. I realize that we are very lucky compared to most new parents because for the most part Emma was an excellent sleeper. 

That being said, once Emma hit about one month old she was harder to get to go to sleep. Once asleep in her crib, I could get her to go back to sleep, but sometimes putting her to sleep was proving difficult. Wes or I (mostly Wes) would end up getting up with her and coming downstairs and Emma would fall asleep in her swing and Wes would sleep on the couch. This was not good for Emma or for our marriage. Over about a three week span, Emma had what we would call about 7 bad nights. We consider a bad night a night that she doesn’t fall asleep in her crib. I did a little bit of reading on sleep training, and I decided to tell Wes about the Ferber (cry it out method). Now, I do not think Emma was ready to sleep through the night. So we were going to do a hybrid of this method and just use it when she goes to sleep for the first time, since that is what we were having problems with.
Day 1 (4/6): It is around 10pm, I had just told Wes all about the Ferber method, she is crying in her crib. Wes says go for it. We do!! We comfort her at 3 minutes, at 5 minutes and at 7 minutes. Once I got back to our room, I set my alarm for 10 minutes. Miraculously she falls asleep. We are ecstatic and momentarily think that we are parenting geniuses. We have renewed energy so much so that Wes came downstairs to get ice cream :). It was yummy!
Day 2 (4/7): We decide to put her down much earlier, around 8:00. She hates sleep training, she cries until 10. After two hours of crying (with us comforting her every 15 minutes), I pick her up and nurse her. I mean she has just cried for two hours, surely she is hungry (this is against the rules, but I have a small baby so I felt justified). Lay her back down and have to go in and comfort her twice and she finally sleeps.
Day 3, 4 and 5: She went down fairly easily taking anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours.
Day 6 (4/11): This was the hardest day of sleep training. Emma bordered on training us- training us to get no sleep. I laid her down at 8. She cried and she cried and she cried. Wes and I almost gave up. She really tested us. I started comforting her at 7 minutes, 10 minutes, 12 minutes and then 15 minute intervals. After the first 15 minute interval, I continued the 15 minute intervals for the rest of the 2 hours. At 10- I went in and picked her up to nurse her. I figured that after crying for 2 straight hours, our baby girl probably burned a lot of calories and probably needed to be fed. At 10:15, I laid her back down. I had to go into her room to comfort her twice before she finally gave up and went to sleep. I felt terrible this night. I questioned whether we started sleep training too early. I tried to tell myself that this is what is best for her and for me and Wes, but I felt so guilty. I had just let my seven week old daughter cry for three hours! three hours! It was an eternity to me and Wes.
Day 7 (4/12): Best day yet, laid Emma down awake and she didn't cry at all and put herself to sleep; woke up at 2 and 5 and slept until 8
Day 8 (4/13): laid Emma down awake and she started crying. I set my alarm for 10 minutes. 7 minutes in the crying stopped and within 15 minutes she was able to put herself to sleep. She woke up at 4 and 8.

Since the last two days were so good, do I think we are out of the woods with sleep training, NO. I am not that naive. Every night when Emma is asleep or so I think- I cautiously look at Wes and say "do you think she is really asleep" or "I don't want to jinx it, but I think Emma is really asleep". Shortly after this, those little arms will start flailing and I start kicking myself for allowing me to say those things aloud. I think that we still have a long ways to go in Emma's sleeping journey, but I am proud of us for starting and for not giving up after those hard days.

Update- at her 2 month old doctor’s appointment, I told the doc that we had started sleep training, but that when she woke up in the middle of the night I would still feed her because I genuiouly think she is hungry. He agreed and told me that infants are not really capable of sleeping through the night until they are 12 – 13 pounds. Since she is only 10.5 pounds, I felt justified .

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Favorite Picture of Emma

We got a new camera- the Nikon D3100.  I love it!  These are my two favorite pictures of Emma that we have taken :). 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Mommy Worries- Update

This morning Emma finished her morning breakfast around 7:45. I checked her diaper and was disappointed. I called the doctor's office. Wes told me she was ok, I knew (deep down) that she was ok, but I needed doctor confirmation that she was ok. I call and I get the answering service- I tell them the situation, Emma has not had a bowel movement since Sunday. She says yikes, call back when they open up at 8:45. While waiting, I try pleading with Emma. It doesn't work. I call back at 8:50- I waited so I didn't seem over eager about my daughters bathroom problems. Leave a message, the nurse will call me back. More pleading with Emma- that girl does not listen. The nurse calls me back. I tell her the same story. She tells me to feed Emma lots of milk today. I tell her the problem is Emma spits up all my milk. She looks at Emma's stats and decides she is pretty little after all, can I bring her in at 9:45- I say no problem, I will be there. A few minutes later, Wes is playing with emma and he hears a loud noise down there- he checks her diaper, SUCCESS!!!!! Wes hands Emma to me and says "here you have been waiting for this". I happily take her and smil from ear to ear. I couldn't have been happier. I kiss Emma all over and tell her how proud I am of her.

I get to call the doctor back and say- false alarm. They think I am a lunatic, but that is ok bc now I have a daughter whose bowels are working properly!

She showed me again that her body is indeed functioning correctly.

I loved that girl.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Mommy Worries

I am writing this becuse in 16 years I hope to look back on this and laugh- Emma has not got number two in two days. I am trying not to worry, but I am. Sometimes I secretly check her diaper just to see if she has had a number two. When did I become so concerned about someone else and their bowel movements. When I became a mom :).

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Thrift Store Finds

I love baby girl clothing- I do not like the price tags that come with it.  I think Baby Gap and Old Navy have some of the cutest baby clothes, but I refuse to pay $20 - $40 for a dress.  I think that this price is outrageous for an outfit that can be worn for three months.  That being said, I only shop their clearance racks and still then only when I have an additional % off coupon.  But I still want Emma to look cute.  Wes introduced me to thrift store shopping- our favorites being Goodwill and Thrifttown.  A couple of Saturdays ago, we went to thrift town and I got the following for $12.97. 
I got two pairs of jeans, a pair of pants, a shirt, a pair of pajamas and a coat for $13.  I was so proud of myself too.  These are good brands too.  The coat is Osh Kosh and was $2.99.  The jeans are Ralph Lauren and Gymboree.  And the purple shirt is Old Navy.  The going price that I like to pay for Emma's clothes are $2 a piece.  I love finding great deals!!

Monday, April 16, 2012

2 Months With Emma

Happy 2 Month Old Birthday to Emma!!!

Weight: 10 lbs 10.5 oz
Height: 22 inches

Baby Girl (as daddy likes to say), Emma Bananas (as mommy likes to say):
I can't believe that we have already had you for two months.  As the days go by, my love for you grows and grows and grows.  When I first found out I was pregnant I was soo happy, I couldnt believe I would be this lucky to experience this miracle.  But I also worried if I would be a good mommy to you.  Now that you are here, I know you are the perfect baby for me and that we are meant for each other. 

During month two, you have blessed us with more smiles and more coos.  Your daddy and I light up when you smile and we will do anything to try to get those smiles out of you.  You love your pacifier and we love that you love it.  We dont even hesitate to give it to you.  When your paci falls out, you have discovedred the joy of sucking on your fist.  You often try to stick your whole fist in your mouth (although it wont fit), but it so cute to watch you try.  Your favorite toy is your swing.  You most often love to swing and swing so much so that mommy told daddy they need to invest in a swing for upstairs too :).  We have spent a lot of time this month playing on your play mat.  I introduced you to your mirror and the first time you saw yourself,  you knocked over the mirror (although I think it was a concidence).  You have also spent a lot of time on your tummy doing tummy time.  You often receive comments that you are so strong for your age.  Your daddy loves this compliment because he has worked hard to make you so strong. 

During month two, you have also blessed us with more sleepless nights.  At week seven, we started your sleep training program.  Some days you enjoy it, but most often you just like to cry.  Your mommy and daddy are staying strong and eventually you will love to sleep in your crib :).  You have also officially become a spitter.  You spit up with more force and more volume than ever.  The doctor has just diagnosed this as a laundry problem, but all this spitting worries your mommy. 

Month 2 brought a lot of firsts for you: we took you on your first road trip to College Station to see Ally get her Aggie ring.  We had so much fun (and bought a minivan) and daddy and I took you back to College Station to buy the minivan.. We celebrated your first holiday (Easter) where you got you went to your first Easter Mass, received your first Easter basket and hunted for your first Easter egg (with daddy's help).  We had Easter dinner with your Nonnie and Papa George and your great grandparents (Bobbob and Grandma).  You also made your first trip to mommy's work.  We had lunch with mommy's co-workers and then went to go visit some of mommy's favorite people.  You practiced your crying skills and everyone came out to see who the baby was.  During month two, we took your first pink picture with mommy.  This is a tradition on mommy's side of the family and I am so happy to carry on the tradition with you.  You also had your first babysitter in March.  Nonnie watched you as mommy went to her doctors appointment.  You were a champ.  That same night, mommy had her first night out without you.  You stayed with your daddy while mommy went to a concert with your grandpa.  Sadly, you also attended your first funeral.  Your great great uncle Frank passed away. 

Also, during month two we had lots of lunches with daddy, went on several shopping trips, and went to the park several times.  You love being outside at the park.  We just lay you down on your blanket, give you your pacifier and you go to town just looking around and smiling.  We also saw your Nonnie and Papa George several times.  Sadly at the end of the month, we had to take them to the airport for their trip to Italy.  We know that they are having a good time, but we miss them a lot! 

Things I love about you during month 2: I love that your left thigh has three baby rolls and your right leg only has two baby rolls.  I love the alfalfa sprout in your hair.  I love love love being able to nurse you.  It is the best feeling in the world to give you exactly what you need.  I love that you instantly calm down when you feel the warm water during bath time.  I love seeing you in your footed pajamas (you are so stinking cute). I love watching you interact with your daddy- you love him so much.  I love watching you "dance" with your head.  I love hearing you toot- you toot all the time and in the most inappropriate places. I love watching you discover the world around you- including your brothers (bailey and starbucks).  I love watching you smile and coo.  I love when your coos turn louder and sound more like screams.  I loved watching you discover your mobile for the first time.  You loved to look at all of the animals.  I love love love kissing those sweet, chubby cheeks.  I could just kiss you all day long. 

I love that you are the best baby in the world.

All my love,

Friday, April 13, 2012

Funny Conversation

I was going to update my blog tonight. I am sitting on the couch and I click on the blog. It gives me my stats Which fascinates me as a new blogger. It tells me I have 111 page views (yay)! And 2 followers (double yay)!

 Me: babe, I have two followers (frantically clicking on the link)

 Wes: who are they?

 Me: oh it is you (burst into gut wrenching belly laughing)

 Wes: who is the other follower

 Me: it is me

 We both crack up for a good five minutes :) The life of a new blogger.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Financial Freedom

The only thing standing between us and financial freedom is our house. When Wes and I got married, we knew that we wanted to live debt free although we just assumed that we would have a mortgage payment, or at least have one for thirty years. Our cars are paid off, we have no student loan debt and we have no credit card debt. We are very lucky, but we also worked hard to get there. We spent our life savings on our down payment, and it took us awhile to build back up our reserves. That being said, we are now in a comfortable spot with our savings and it drives me crazy to have a mortgage payment each month.

Because of these two factors and being the crazy person that I am, I started running several mortgage calculators. I wanted to know how fast we could pay off our mortgage. I wanted to know if it made sense to refinance to a 15 year mortgage. Well after several hours of number crunching, I proposed a plan to my husband that would allow us to pay off our house in 7 years! Yes, 7 years!!!! I was thrilled when I came to the realization that we can do this. Now without getting into the nitty gritty of our finances, we are basically going to redirect our discretionary income towards the principle of the mortgage. It will be difficult and we will have to cut back in some areas, but we are being realistic with ourselves. We know that we like to go out to dinner and have a margarita so there is no sense in saying this is not going to happen for the next seven years. We also know that we have to be flexible. If we have baby mitchell number two, it may end up taking us 9 years, but 7 years is our goal. We currently own just 15.2% of our house. That means in the next 7 years we will be paying down 84.8%. We can do it, I know that we can.

I am putting this on the blog to keep us accountable. It will be difficult, but with a lot of discipline we will be able to achieve our goals. And your goals will only be achieved when you write them down, right- dad?

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Emma's Birth Story: Part 2

Side Story: That afternoon I was called and said that I needed to come fill out some paperwork at the doctor's office so they could release the information to work for my FMLA. I said no problem, I will come tomorrow (the 15th, the day I was to be induced) to sign the paperwork. I went up there on the 15th and they informed me that if I had a vaginal delivery, they could only sign my paperwork for 4 -6 weeks leave. WHAT?!?!?! I get 12 weeks off work. This was not going to work. I spent an hour there on the phone with the home health nurse and the front desk lady. Finally, we were getting nowhere and they let me talk to the office manager. I was explaining to her that there is no way I was going to be ready to go back to work after 4 -6 weeks. People don't do that. She informed me that sometimes they release patients after 2 weeks to go back to work. In my not so proud moment, I said "I bet those people get paid hourly and have to go back to work to pay their bills". Again, not my proudest moment, but in my defense I was about to have my baby that night and this was the last thing I thought would be a problem. I thought I was going to sign a form.

Back to the birth story: Wes got home from work at 4pm that day. I was a bottle of nerves. I was finishing packing my bag. I packed my Chi (haha, what was I thinking that I was going to straighten my hair after giving birth??). We decided to go to dinner. This was our last dinner as a family of two (or four if you count our fur babies). It was surreal. We were acting like everything was normal even though we knew that we were going to go to the hospital and going to be coming home as a family of three. I don't remember what we talked about. I do remember what we had to eat and that Wes had a margarita to drink. We went back home to get the pups and our bags. Once we were pulling out of the driveway, I started balling (ugly tears). I cried the entire way to my parents house. I tried to pull it together when we got there to drop off Starbucks and Bailey, but I was still crying. I was so nervous. What if my body didn't react to the medicine. What would happen if something didn't go right during labor. What if the cord was wrapped around Emma's neck (my biggest fear). What if for some reason we didn't get to bring our little girl home from the hospital (my other biggest fear). I worry about everything and I was super worried about the birthing process.

We drop the puppies off and head to the hospital. When we got there, I got into my hospital clothes and met my nurse. She was a pretty nice nurse. Once I was all hooked up and they were monitoring Emma, I received my first round of Cytotec (sp??).
They would check on me 4 hours later (at 1:45am) to see if I made any progress. Wes and I slept for a little while, not knowing this would be my last peaceful sleep for awhile. At 1:45 the nurse came in- no progress (at this point, I was wondering if I would ever make any progress) and I received my second dose of Cytotec. This did cause my body to start some mild contractions. We had to wait four more hours before I could start being induced. I was up during most of this time, uncomfortable and starting to have mild contractions. My nurse left and I got the nicest nurse ever at that point- her name was Lisa. She would be hanging out with me for the next 12 hours so it was important that she was nice. At the same time, I received news that the doctor I wanted (Finke) was not on duty that day like they had said at the time I was scheduled to be induced. I was trying to be nice about it, but I was a little heartbroken inside. Turns out, I didnt see the doctor much so it wasnt a big deal. They started my pitocin around 7:30am. The only thing I could eat is ice chips and popsicles. I had Wes get me an orange popsicle. The next thing I knew, I was throwing up the popsicle. You might think that this would deter me from eating popsicles the rest of the day. Heck no, I had six popsicles during the duration of labor. It was the ONLY thing I could eat. I was not happy. They need to invent food that pregnant people can eat during labor.

I immediately started having contractions, finally progress- or so I thought. I made very slow progress. By the time the doctor came to visit me the second time (around 10am), I was a 1.5 and about 50% effaced. The doctor decided to break my water to speed up this process. Breaking my water was kind of surreal. It was warm and luckily clear (one of my fears released, Emma did not go to the bathroom inside of me!). After they broke my water, my blood pressure was monitored every ten minutes and luckily everything looked perfect. At this point my contractions started to increase with intensity. Wes would watch the monitor and tell me, its almost over, its almost over. My contractions were timing between 1.5 and 3 minutes apart. It was starting to hurt bad. I couldnt wait until the next time the nurse came back, I was going to request an epidural, I had had all of the pain that I could endure.


I dont understand why everyone doesnt want an epidural- it was AMAZING. My anethesiologist was also amazing, it didnt even hurt at all and it worked immediately. I was also so happy I didnt have to worry about getting up to go to the bathroom anymore with all of the cords (this is a big deal when you go to the bathroom as much as I do). I could finally rest. I can not adequately explain how awesome this was. It made me feel like a new woman. I had a new sense of confidence that I could do this. I was without any pain afterall. For the rest of the afternoon, I progressed slowly, very slowly. My nurse would come check on me every half hour and Wes and I spent the rest of the time visiting and taking videos for Emma. At five o clock, the doctor came back to check on me- I was dilated to a 5, a 5! I had been in active labor since 8am, I was supposed to have my baby by now. I was supposed to be cuddling and nursing Emma at 5. I was NOT supposed to still be in labor (at least according to my birth plan in my head). The doctor was disappointed in my progress, as was I, but I still had the epidural so I didnt really care. The doctor said, you have until 7 pm to make some progress or else we will have to evaluate alternate evacuation methods. IE- a c section. This was not in my plan. I prayed, Wes prayed, we all prayed- Emma please make some progress.

Emma's Birth Story: Part 1

I don't want to forget a minute of giving birth to Emma so I am going to break this up into three parts.

I wanted to be prepared-so I scheduled our Birthing class the Saturday before thanksgiving. I wasn't even in my third trimester yet and I was the smallest one in the class (a first for me as a pregnant lady) but I was ready to learn how to birth my baby. We sat in the front row and I paid super close attention. Things I learned from the class: after you birth your baby, you have to birth your placenta, sometimes they have to pull your baby out with forceps (scary!!!!), your baby has the possibility of pooping inside of you turning your water a green/brown color and most scarily that your babies arm or leg could pop out when your water breaks. Luckily none of those things happened to me- but it was enough to terrify me!

December comes and goes and everything is still looking great! The January comes and i have my 36 week appointment. At this appointment my favorite doctor tells me I am measuring big- what, I thought I had a little baby and at this point I had only gained about 26 pounds. This was the only appointment that Wes has missed- how could he not be there on the day that they are telling me I am measuring big. I couldn't even think to ask all the right questions. I left knowing that the next week I would have an ultrasound. At this point I was applauding Emma for being big because this meant I would get to see my baby again. This was very exciting to me because I hadn't seen Emma since 17weeks 6days- the same day we found out she was a girl :).

Wes and I go in for the ultrasound and our baby girl is a baby giant. She is measuring 7lbs 13 oz and I still have three weeks to go. At this point, I immediately blame Wes and tell him that he only grows big babies and how could he do this to me. I keep wondering how am I going to push out a 10 pound baby!!! Then we go into our regular doctor appointment and I think maybe they have the dates wrong- maybe I am due earlier than February 21st. The doc says we have a baby that is almost off the charts- but not off the charts yet, this is somewhat of a relief. She is tracking in the 95% percentile and she is not even born yet. Our mouthes were just kind of hanging open- I was not expecting her to be this big, not yet, not with 3 weeks sitll left to bake. Then the doctor checks me to see if I have made any progress in the birthing process. Nope, not even 1cm dilated and 0% effaced. I was devastated. I thought if I was going to have a big baby, hopefully I would have her early. The doctor said to come back in a week.

We went back to the doctor a week later (saw a different doctor this time). Still 0cm, still 0% effaced, still one devastated mommy. It was time to take some action according to the doctor because our little Emma was not going to make an appearance on her own. This was on a Tuesday- I was set up to go to the hospital Friday and Monday for a dose of Prostin. I went to work that day and told my boss that Thursday would be my last day in the office since there was a good chance that the Prostin would start my labor. The next few days were just busy busy and I didnt have much time to think about it. My mom and I went to the hospital on Friday to get my first dose of Prostin. I was terrified and secretly hoping that I would go into labor immediately. They hooked me up and I got to listen to Emma's heartbeat for 1.5 hours- that was the best part. They put the Prostin in me and monitored me for an hour- no contractions, I could go home. Mom and I went to lunch- I kept thinking maybe I will go into labor while at lunch. No luck. I went home and worked. Wes got off work and we went to Razoo's. I was convinced that spicy food plus Prostin would equal labor. Nope, nothing at all. Not one contraction all weekend. Back to the hospital on Monday. Second dose of Prostin. Again, no contractions and I was released from the hospital. I was sad to say the least. I was ready to meet our little girl. I knew she was fully developed and I just wanted her out of me. I later found out that Prostin induces labor in 80% of people- I was not one of them.

On Tuesday Wes and I went back to the doctor. She said "the Prostin didnt work". I was thinking obviously not if I am still here lady, but I did not say that. She checked me and I was .5cm dilated and 0% effaced. Joy.

I was not happy. I said what next- she said, I think it is time to schedule you to be induced. I was soooo happy to hear this. It meant, I was finally going to get to meet this little lady I had been carrying around for 9 months. It meant progress. It meant a date- February 16th. I knew her birthday (if everything went according to plan). We got our piece of paper that said to show up to the hospital on February 15th at 9pm. All of the sudden, I was nervous, terrified and scared. I was about to become responsible for raising another human being. I was about to finally have the daughter I have dreamed about. It was all starting to become so real.

Monday, April 9, 2012

To Blog or Not to Blog

I have been reading blogs consistently now for two years ever since the husband and I decided to buy a house. I love to read about home decor, DIY projects (even though I give all of my projects to my father in law to complete), family life (especially pregnancy journeys) and sometimes even cooking.

I have a seven week old daughter and have temporarily become a stay at home mom with too much time on my hands (however, the laundry is never complete). When not being a stay at home mom- I am an accountant at a large corporation (with my MBA and CPA) and most importantly a wife of 1.5 years to my wonderful hubby and a mommy to Emma (7.5 weeks) and to my two fur babies Starbucks (2.5 years) and Bailey (6 years). After all, in my family we like to quote Jennifer Aniston- "dogs are just people with fur". My dad has been encouraging me to start a blog for awhile- telling me that my laurenisms are gold, but I have been hesitant. I wholeheartedly believe I am the funniest member of my family (I have three sisters)- but will anyone else?

With all of that being said, I think it is time to start writing my own blog.

First up- Emma's birth story :)