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Here is a pic of a very drugged momma (from the emergency c-section thanks to a cord around the neck) and a wide awake Pruitt (thanks to Daddy flashing the camera in his face).
I'll post more pictures and the full birth story at a later date.
This morning, I even yelled at Chris for not putting his dirty shorts in to be washed. He stopped, turned around and said, "YOU'VE WASHED THEM ALL!!!" I guess I have. I've also been guilty of taking the clothes off of his back before the day ends so that I can wash them. What can I say. . .maybe it's something my body is trying to clean before Pruitt comes.
And now it's like 11 pm and I'm doing laundry while my husband moans and groans in pain while watching the lovely "male" show MXC. So much for any help!! Next thing you know I'll be emptying drawers of clean clothes just to have something to do!! To each his/her own I suppose! LOL
I was rather disappointed on Monday after my appointment. I had so hoped he'd go ahead and induce me this week, but he WILL NOT. I lost it after he left the room, and he knew I was upset. When I asked him how big he thought this one would be, he replied, "BIG." That was all I could ask. I just couldn't maintain my composure. But, with the help of some friends, I'm turning my attitude around and trying to see the positive. The longer I wait, the more likely we are to bring him home with us. And you know what, in the large scope of things, this really isn't in my hands. God has control and I need to let him take control. This is a concept that I'm currently working on.
We do have a tentative induction date - inducement date is what my dad calls it. It's set for Monday, Aug 8. Here's why this sucks. I'm literally on call, as is everyone else having to deal with this. We will not know for certain if we have a room until the morning of the 8th. How awful is that??? This is another reason that I'm hoping to go into labor on my own. For over a week I had contractions ranging from 15 minutes apart down to 3 minutes, now NOTHING. Maybe this is a good sign?? LOL But I do tell everyone I know, if you know some voodoo magic, do it and send it my way. Let's get this kid out!! And NO I WILL NOT DRINK CASTOR OIL!!!!! I think we've tried pretty much everything else. LOL
There's the update. Hopefully by this time next week I will have successfully given birth to a LARGE baby :) But I'll be happy with successfully delivering a 7 1/2lber too!
I went to my u/s on Monday. As I was laying down on the table, the tech asked if we were there to determine a size. We all (me, Bubba & Mom) said yes, that I'm running a bit big. She non-chalantly says, "Oh, I can tell you're BIG!!!" I should have known by that comment that this was going to be just the beginning! So she starts the u/s and it was amazing. He's so much bigger now and so much so that she couldn't get all of his head in the screen! Now please keep in mind that on Monday, I was 36 weeks pregnant. Technically I've got 4 weeks left until I'm due. She measured his head first - 41 weeks. Measured his body next - 41 weeks. By now I'm gasping for air!! Found his legs - 36 weeks. Great, another Chris!! LOL Chris asked her to verify that he is indeed a boy. Yes, he is STILL a boy :) Thank God with being that big, but the kicker of it all. . . .estimated weight size on Monday, July 25, 2005, 8 1/2lbs!!!!!!!!!! I'M GROWING A TODDLER NOT A BABY!!!! I just looked at her and she thought I was going to hit her, but I was in too much shock. She gave us pictures of a foot, a profile, scrotum and the cutest of them all, his smashed little face!!
Next we went to see the doctor. He checked me and I was 2 cm dialated and almost fully thinned out. While he was there performing his lovely exam, he stripped my membranes. This, surprisingly, did not hurt, however the after effects DID HURT. We discussed size, maturity, induction and c-sections. He went ahead and put us on stand-by for Aug 8 and Aug 9. Great, 2 more weeks for him to grow to almost 10lbs. JUST WHAT EVERY WOMAN WANTS TO BIRTH!!!!! But he doesn't think I'll make it until induction date. I was almost in tears when he left. It was so not what I wanted to hear, but I know he's just looking after Pruitt's health and I'll live through whatever should happen.
Now, remember my dad's plans to go to Jackson again?? Well, after hearing my update, he didn't mention it. On Tuesday, my mom had me come over so that she could help me with Cale and I found out that at the last minute on Tuesday morning, dad canceled his trip. He just couldn't do it. Now I'm being watched. . .I mean really watched. I feel like I'm on display!! LOL I've been having tons of contractions and tons of cramping and pressure and even lost my plug today, so PLEASE send me all of the COME ON LABOR VIBES you can gather up.
Now we wait. . .isn't waiting fun???? I just LOVE waiting. . .and waiting. . .and being watched!! I'll keep you all updated on it all. Hopefully the next entry will be from the hospital!!
My dad and Chris are happy though, they know that on Monday, July 25, 2005, the doctor will set a date for induction. I'll be 36 weeks and no, I have NO clue when I'll be induced. My blood pressure is still a little elevated, but nothing to be too scared about yet. My worst fear is that Pruitt will be born and we won't be able to take him home. I just don't know how I'll react to that.
Now for the irony of it all. With Cale, I went to the dr and my blood pressure was WAY too high. He wanted to induce me then and there, but dad was on a plane to Jackson, MS while I was in my appointment. I talked him into waiting 2 days and inducing on Thursday so my dad could try and make it back. This time around, my u/s is on Monday and guess who leaves for Jackson on Tuesday????? Yep. . . .dad!!! He started laughing yesterday when I called and gave him my appointment update. I may have successfully gotten him out of TWO trips to Jackson!! But at least he won't be on a plane when we get the news so he and I will both have less stress. I honestly believe he'll accompany me to my u/s on Monday. . .we'll see. :)
Now the reality of it all sets in. Within two weeks, I'll be a mother of two. Two little boys. Two gorgeous children that have my heart in the palm of their hands, their big Chris-looking hands. :) I'm blessed. God has blessed me with two of the most incredible miracles ever and boy. . .am I ever grateful.
I guess I'm an anal planner, ok, no guessing about it, this is a matter of fact statement. I wish I could be more like crazy hippy Gretchen (LOTS O LOVE MAMA!!) and co-sleep with the boys. But Christopher refuses. . .it's not even up for discussion. One morning last week Cale woke up to the storms and came into our room at about 5. He's never done this and I was taken aback as he crawled over my belly and sleepily stated, "I wanna sleep with you." My instinct was to grab him and never let go, but daddy patted him on the back and quietly said, "It's night night time buddy, we need to go back to your room." Cale kissed me gently and said, "Oh, ok, night night momma" and my heart just melted. I miss having him right up against me and smelling his hair. Ahhhhh . . . .that's what mothers love. But soon enough, Mr. Pruitt will be lying beside me in our bed. . .at least until daddy puts him in his bassinett. I do get a wee bit of satisfaction out of the fact that he'll be less than a foot away from my bed during the night. And probably will be up until about 9 months old.
Although I can't get Chris to co-sleep, I have sold him on breastfeeding past 3 months and babywearing. I keep crossing my fingers that the breastfeeding will pan out and I'm not hooked up to the milk machine for another 11 months. And I love the feeling of having the baby right there and not keeping them at a huge distance all the time. I even went and got another really awesome sling from a woman that happens to live in Tulsa! Cool huh?? :)
So, without further ado, here are the pics of the walls that Jason Memoli (my hunk of meat brother-in-law) painted yesterday. Mr. Muralist rocks and had this done in approx 4 1/2 hours! Oh to have his talent!!
I failed to capture the SMILING fish behind the door. Yes, he looks like a giant red goldfish cracker smiling at you! It cracked me up, but the whole story includes an OU on its body. Not sure what reaction that would have gotten, but I do like the goldfish-cracker-wannabe. I will post these on my site soon, along with finished nursery pics. I still have a ton to do, but this is one GREAT BIG HUGE weight lifted off of my shoulders. . .my big broad fat pregnant shoulders ;)
Then Sunday was Father's Day. My grandmas came over to mom and dad's condo and we had food prepared by Carly (who knew!?!). We knew it was especially hard on dad and Grandma with Grandpa gone this year. My dad had told me a few weeks ago that there was nothing to celebrate. We then informed him that he is still OUR dad and we would be celebrating. We also took Cale swimming and boy is he brave!! I still need to download the pics, but mom bought him SUGAR BABIES floaties (where does she find this stuff?) and an inflatable kick board and that child was all over the pool!! It really impressed us.
Now, onto what NOT to do. Monday night we were at Chris' grandparent's house and work called. We had to go up there so Chris could do something to the computer system. He told me it would take awhile, why don't I go hang out with mom and dad until he's ready to be picked up. Cool. No problem. So we go over there, Cale and I, and I was getting Cale out of the car and, seriously, DO NOT ask me what happened exactly, but I started to fall. THREE times I thought I had recovered, until I noticed my head heading downhill and BAM on the street. I'm not one to fall or even lose my balance. You hear of pregnant women falling all the time, but I've never been one of them. Not even with Cale. So my first instinct was, roll over and get off my belly so I popped myself up on my butt in the street. Cale watched the entire thing and continued to say, "What happened momma? What happened momma??" I wanted to scream but figured that would scare him so I picked my stuff up, grunted and groaned as I hefted myself off the street. Poor Cale jumped out of the car and started helping me to the door, patting me and saying, "It's ok momma. You're all better now." So sweet!!
Well, an hour later I was being wheeled to labor and delivery with contractions every 5 minutes. We thought they'd monitor me for an hour until the contractions stopped, but no, they kept me overnight!! What a long night. I finally sent Chris home about 2 so he could get a few hours sleep because I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep and boy was I right. Pruitt would move and the monitors would lose him. At one point, it took them two nurses and one full hour to find him again. They actually had to pull out the u/s machine so I did get to see him. In all irony, the kid waved! But they said that he was back forward and wasn't curled up, he was actually laid out on my spine which is why they couldn't get his heartbeat. Intersting :) So once they found his heartbeat, they told me not to move. Have you ever been in a very uncomfortable position with a child kicking you for over 2 hours without being allowed to move?? IT'S TORTURE!! And another wild point, the nurse that I had from 11-7 was the same woman that checked me into the hospital when I was induced with Cale and then came back for the delivery as a cheerleader since her shift had started again! How crazy is that??
But here I am now, after sleeping all day yesterday, I'm sore, but Pruitt is fine and I'm fine and the street is even fine. AND NO SMART COMMENTS ABOUT HOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FALL WHEN YOU ARE PREGNANT! THEY'RE NOT FUNNY COMMENTS. Have a great week!!
It seems that I pop the kiss out of that annoying little foil wrapper, throw it in my mouth and by the time I'm done rolling the foil into a ball to throw away, that danged kiss is gone!! Am I doing more work than what I'm getting out of it?!?
It reminds me of those dumb little M&M minis too. Boy, if those aren't a waste of energy!! YIKES!!! I guess I want a bite of chocolate that will stay for a bit. And no, I don't just chew it and swallow. I do this let it melt in my mouth for a bit and then chew it and then let it melt a bit more and then chew the rest. Don't ask ok?!?
So anyway, just felt the need to vent about the kisses. Maybe I should just get off my fat butt and throw these freaking foil balls away and find something else to complain about ;)
Back to my topic. I found out when I was pregnant with Cale, that chivalry is dead. Along with manners, values and old-fashioned beliefs. I rememeber waiting to be seated at Ted's (one of their infamous hour waits) and being almost knocked over by a man trying to get a seat while he waited. Nevermind the fact that I was about 3 years pregnant and heading to that seat myself. Did he move when he saw me?? Nope, he literally turned his body away from me. This is not the typical behavior of Oklahomans. At least, not the Oklahomans that I know!! I've heard these stories from other states, but alas, here I am in OK with these RUDE men!! Shoot, even the women are rude. What kind of woman allows a door to close on a pregnant woman pushing a stroller???????? You don't know how bad I want to say something to these people!!
But today, a man made me stop and think, "Wow!! That's awfully nice!!" I went to the post office to drop off a box. Here I am, box propped on my belly, and heading towards the heavy glass doors. This man, darts across the crazy post office traffic and RUNS (like as in faster than jogging) and opens the door for me. Not just the first door. Nope, he even dashed in front of me to open the second one. HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT?!?!? I did make sure and tell him how much I appreciated that. I also did not allow myself to drop the box and hug his neck, although I felt he deserved it!
I know that we are raising Cale to use his "good manners" by opening doors for people and saying Thanks. Now, he's still at the age where he says, "Momma!! I'm using my manners!" But even that's funny! LOL
So to everyone out there. . .be nice to pregnant people!!! LOL And I truly hope that it's not true what the "old folk" are saying about the younger generations. I don't want to be known as the RUDE generation. I want to be known as the generation that revived good old-fashioned values. :) THE END.
Everyone said it was so hard and of course these ever so helpful people want to give you horror stories of 8 year old boys that still had problems. But, as with most things for this kid, I just let him lead the way. And boy did he lead!! He started sitting on the potty way back in July of last year, which was strange in itself because he could barely speak. We never pressed him and just followed his lead. Then, the night of his third birthday, he started doing well. We found that if he was put in underwear, he'd not have an accident, but if you put him in a pull-up or diaper, he'd pee in it.
But, of course, pooping was a whole different ballgame! We'd go to my mom's house and I'd say, "You've gotta watch him!" What would he do? He'd go hide and poop in his underwear. Not anymore my friends. This child walked up to me this weekend and said, "Momma, I need to poop in the potty NOW! I BETTER HURRRRRRYYY" as he ran down the hall. And BAM!! We've got it down. So for his special gift, I went and did the thing I said I would never do, (Don't ya hate that?!?!) and I bought the boy a pack of Wiggles underwear. This morning I gave him the option of "other" underwear or Wiggles underwear and he proudly stated, "WIGGLES PLEASE!"
Now, not only was this potty training thing so much easier than I'd been told, but I will NOT, repeat, will NOT have two boys in diapers come August!! YIPPEE!!!!!!!! I have temporary relief from diaper duty, just in time, kind of hard to pick up a 40lb child with THIS belly ;)
