Tuesday, June 28, 2016


We've had 2 birthday since I last wrote. Bug turned 3 and a week later his daddy turned 36. 

Rhys is 4 months now and in the 99th percentile for height and weight. He is huge and sweet and a joy that I didn't know was missing. I love watching him each day learn and figure out new things. 

Bug is a great brother and I can't believe that he is 3. Some ways I feel like he is still a tiny baby and other ways he has been around forever. 

I have two little boys who are the best things ever. How did I get so lucky!?

Saturday, April 2, 2016


(If you're just joining in now, I started rambling a few days ago and am just continuing...) 

When we went to the OR, I got my spinal and was laid back on the table. All was going well...lost feeling in my legs...then my chest. I couldn't feel myself breathing. Commence freak out. 

Being tied to the table didn't help. Hey. It proved to be the best way to get my husband in the room. The Anestesiologist  ran out and brought him in, and I was totally fine. 

The rest is your typical csection story. Hubby watched Rhys come into this world, all 9 pounds, 11 oz of him. 

With Bug, he couldn't latch/suckle. By the time we got the problem figured out, he had no interest in the boob. I was really worried that we'd have the same problem with Rhys. Luckily, we had amazing Lactation Consultants. He only had a little formula in the hospital (at almost 10#, he was a hungry guy.) We left the hospital nursing full time (and still are...) Full disclosure: I blog while breastfeeding. 

We've had one "bump" in the road...more on that later. 

Thursday, March 31, 2016


...yesterday's blog post was interrupted by the Percocet haze I was in...more on why later...

Rhys's cesarean was scheduled for 2/19 and I had to go in for preop on 2/18. I wasn't excited about surgery, but I was happy to not be pregnant anymore. During preop I found out that my surgery was scheduled for 12-noon. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink after midnight, which pretty much convinced me that I was going to die. 

I woke up bright and early and spent time with Bug. We left around 9:30 to go to the hospital. I was supposed to be there at ten, but we stopped to take pictures and I lost paperwork...so only a little late. Opps. 

We met my nurse at the nurse's station and went to my room. I instantly loved her and her sense of humor. That helped calm my nerves. 

The Anesthesiologist came to meet me, and I broke it to her that I would have a panic attack. She tried telling me I'd be fine. I tried telling her to not drug me when I did freak. Something about not feeling your legs or chest and having your arms tied to the table. With Bug, I don't remember the first 2 hours after he was born. I didn't want a repeat. 

To be continued...

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Gosh I Suck!

My grand plans of blogging went out the window. Shit happens. 

If you didn't hear, we had a baby! Actually a lot of shit has happened, but that is exciting and makes me happy. 

Rhys was born on February 19th weighing in at 9 pounds 14 ounces. He was 23" long. As much as I didn't want a repeat cesarean, thats what I had. My OB wanted me to have him on 2/9, but I wanted to try for a VBAC. My due date (according to my OB) was 2/16 (I still say 2/24.) If I had a cesarean, I wanted him to be born after his due date. I wanted him to have a chance. 

With Bug, he never budged, and was born via emergency cesarean after 36 hours of labor and 3 of pushing. I was miserable after, and had PPD. I knew that if I didn't go into labor on my own, I didn't want to be induced. I couldn't go through the labor/delivery from hell again. 

Long story short, on my due date Rhys was high, and there were no signs of him leaving. I wanted some control, so a cesarean was scheduled. 

To be continued...