Fabulous Miss S.

Announcing ...

After 39 weeks and 5 days:

Noah Herman was born on December 21, 2007 at 5:54pm.
He weighed 6 lbs 5.5 ounces, 19 1/4 inches. 

I am recovering remarkable well and quickly after an unexpected C-Section.  Just shows you, you can't plan everything. 

We are home and getting to know each other and trying to sleep as much as possible.  I will update with a full birth story as soon as I get a chance. 

And more baby pictures, of course.

This is why Christmas is just a fun holiday

With songs like this you forget that there was once a religious meaning to this holiday. 
Which is actually fine for me.

Snotfest '07, pt. 2

The snot fest and the pregnancy, they both continue.

The cold is hopefully on the uphill side of the battle although I assume it will take a few days for each facial orifice to heal from the trauma of constant blowing and mucus production.

The pregnancy is in its last hours now Baby Shlomo is fast running out of space in the pelvis known as MINE.  I am dilating but very very very slowly.  My due date is this Sunday and if I go too far past that the OBs are worried that he will get too big and won't fit through my pelvis.  Never before have I even consider my hips to be small but I showed Marc last night that my hips are really just a few good inches of womanly fat while the actual pelvic opening is what might hinder the arrival of our son.  It's nice to feel that something about me is remotely petite at a time when I'm pushing two hundred pounds and unable to wear anything except one pair of black stretchy pants and specific maternity yoga pants, read: lots of elastic. 

Yeah.

So, I'm going to the hospital tomorrow night for an induction.  How it plays out is anyones guess at this point.  A week ago I was dead set on natural child birth without medication.  I realize now that may not be possible as pitocin contractions are no walk in the park.   Not that natural ones are a Sunday stroll but, the synthetic hormones don't allow the body to react with endorphins in the same way.  I was so averse to this induction that I found it hard to tell anyone at first.  I simply did not want to believe it and if I don't believe it, then dammit, it cannot be happening, right?

I have become more resolved to the realities now.  This baby needs to come out. 

I am still, in my stubborn-as-a-mule ways thinking that I will manage this induction without the use of epidural medication or any pain relief.  If I have to scream and puke and sweat through labor I will, if that is what it takes to avoid the drugs.  But ... honestly, it is more important that the baby have a safe entry into this world than me having the delivery that I want.  The drugs are safe of course, it just wasn't what I had planned.  I'll survive.  There are some very green pastures ahead of me.

Snot and stuff

I still have a cold. A bad one. Especially for someone who hasn't left the house much in a month and a half goddammit.  I have no idea who made me sick but if I knew they would sure pay.

I am stuffy and cannot breathe through my nose.  My throat is very sore too but I refuse to believe it is due to anything other than breathing through my mouth all day.

At my last OB appointment they gave me antibiotics to clear up any potential rhino-virus induced infection that might be brewing in my head just in time for labor to kick in.  You know, a time when congestion is not your friend.

I am contracting more each day.  They last about a minute each but have no regularity so they aren't anything to get excited about except that in the past week they have gotten more intense, but on a day-to-day basis as opposed to an hour-to-hour basis.  Once again, no cause for immediate action, concern or excitement.

Alas, I will update again tomorrow or for sure, after my OB appointment on Friday.

The cold that the Internet gave me

Dear Mom, Dad, Mother-in-Law, Aunt, Cousin M, Neighbor, and those few friends from high school whom I only communicate with through MySpace:

I am still pregnant.

Yes, I have an appointment today. Yes, if they can, they might strip my membranes to get this thing going.  You can be sure I will tell you all about it in great detail.  I also have a cold from hell and if you want some details, read on.

You will be among the first to know when the parasite has chosen life on the outside.

Love,
Stacy

 

I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat.  The kind that you have when you sleep with the hot air heat blowing on you all night?  However, the heat doesn't blow on me at night and the sore throat got worse and then my left sinus started to hurt and then the snot started to pour. 

I resolved to having a cold.  Fine. It happens. But, the week I'm DUE???  Christ.  Where is the fairness?

But. Last night?  Um... hell.

9:35 PM: Marc wants to go upstairs and watch TV in bed so he can go to sleep early.  I go with him because I'm a nice wife and a little tired.

10:35 PM: Still sipping my tea and watching the new on mute.

2:42 AM: Awake. Pee. Go downstairs for a drink and a snack.  Eat a bowl of cereal and two glasses of Crystal Light Iced Tea. Hines joins me.  Let Hines outside to pee.  Go back upstairs to bed, stop on the way to pee. Again.

2:56 AM:  Contraction.

3:12 AM: Contraction.

3:39 AM: Still laying awake in bed occasionally dabbing at the snot running out of my left nostril.

3:40 AM:  Marc gets out of bed to pee.

3:41 AM: I get out of bed to pee, making grunting hoisting noises along the way because, lets face it, I'm a beached whale with fat, swollen feet, and a loud sniffle.

3:55 AM: Marc goes downstairs to sleep and I lay in bed unable to sleep even though I am supporting every bulging part of my part with one of the eleven pillows on my bed.

4:05 AM:  Realize that the early morning news will be on soon and I have been away since 2:42am. resolve to the fact that this will soon be my life, without the snot and sore throat.

6:30 AM:  Wake up to the alarm that Marc did not turn off at 3:55am.

7:30 AM: Get out of bed. Stand. Put piping hot washcloth on my face and manage to breath with about a third of my usual nostril capacity.