Holiday Oscar Ruthie Zoe

It’s been a while!

>Man, it’s been AGES since I blogged! Things have been kind of busy around here since I had Oscar.

So, let’s see… um, Oscar is growing very well, and is doing wonderful. He’s a great eater and sleeper and has such a laid back, chill personality; very much like Jeff!

Something we did with the girls was stick a giraffe on their heads on their first Independence Day. Obviously, we had to do this with Oscar too!

He looks rather bemused actually. As opposed to Zoe’s ANGRY face:

Or Ruthie’s “I like this!” face:

I love all three of these pictures; I plan on maybe getting a picture frame that holds three pictures to put all of these pictures together. But the various reaction between the three just shows me how different they really are.

Being a mom to three kids is honestly MUCH easier for me than having two kids. I’m not entirely sure how or why; and that will probably change once Zoe starts Kindergarten; because then for a few hours of the day for 5 days a week, I’ll just have two kids at home. It’s going to be hard on Ruthie I think more than anyone else since Zoe’s been a constant in her life since the day she was born, and while he’s cute and fun, Oscar doesn’t do much. I’ve been feeling content with the number of kids I have, and I KNOW for certainty my family is now complete; everyone that’s supposed to be here are here.

Oddly enough, cloth diapering is going much easier than I had anticipated. There’s been a few hiccups along the way, but I’m seriously thinking to myself; “This is way easy and so much better than having to worry about disposable diapers!

I’m getting closer and closer to my driver’s license! I’ve done 3 observations with the driving school and one driving time; I have two more scheduled for next week. And after discussion and weighing the pros and cons we’ve decided that I will take the driving test with a private company versus going to the DLD/DMV. I’m hoping this will all be done by August 1st; however I’m not entirely sure if that will happen. At the very latest, I need to have it by August 10th; that’s the day that kindergarten registration is. That’s in three weeks; I KNOW I can do it!

Once life catches up I’ll be able to blog more.


Pictures of Oscar!

>Well, here’s some pictures we have of Oscar!

Here’s Oscar minutes after being born! This is the picture I sent out to family and friends announcing his arrival.

See, he was really 8 lbs, 9 oz!

He really likes sucking on his thumb. Taken 4/15/11
I love this expression! Taken 4/23/11

Oscar sucking his thumb after taking a bath. He sure loves that thumb. 4/23/11
Being wiggly on the quilt that I made for him. 4/25/11

Laying on his belly on the quilt I made. Love that little pout! 4/25/11

And of course, can’t forget a picture of the kids together.. kind of sad this is the first one, but we can work on getting more.. although I think it captures all of them perfectly.

Zoe’s usually a nut, Ruthie is nosy and Oscar just sleeps… 4/24/11

Oscar’s Birth Story

>Well, here I am blogging from the hospital. I figured it would be best for me to do so while I can remember everything the freshest. So here goes.

The whole time I was pregnant with Oscar, I’ve seen my doctor on Thursdays; Jeff and I decided out of the day of the week, that was the best day for us. So of course, I had an appointment on April 14th. I went in, and I was weighed, which I guess is my final pregnancy weight.. 141 pounds. Since I was 113 pre-pregnancy, that leaves my total weight gain at 28. That day, Jeff and the girls were with me. So, during my checkup, I had mentioned that Oscar’s movements were not as frequent as they normally had been.. for the duration of the pregnancy he was extremely active; I could feel him constantly waving his arms around as well as kicking his feet, and occasionally he’d pivot from his favorite position with his back on my left side and occasionally roll around to the middle, but he’d always go back. Obviously this is a sign of concern, so Dr J went ahead and finished checking me.. I was showing sizewise about 38 weeks and 5 days, and then she checked my cervix, which had gone to 4 cm and still quite thick, and of course Oscar’s heart rate which was fine. During the examination, I had been having contractions that were apparently obvious to her trained eye.

Due to his decrease in activity, which has been occurring sometime in the last few days prior to him being born, she had one of her nurses set me up on the heart rate monitor they have in office for about 20-30 minutes. While she was initially setting me up, I was having another contraction, which caused her to have to wait until it was over to properly set it up. And of course, in the time I was hooked up, I had probably 6 or so contractions. We had initially decided to do an elective induction slated for Wednesday the 20th , since while I have been able to tolerate the pain, I’ve been increasingly getting ornery and it wasn’t good. I had ambitions of having an all natural labor and delivery, but my changes in temperament was overriding any benefit from holding out hoping for natural delivery. So of course after being on the monitor, and seeing what was happening, she decided that it might just be better for me to just go down and get admitted to labor and delivery that day instead. She called down and then told us she’d be down to break my water before heading home. The admission occurred roughtly a bit after 5 pm.

She came down and was able to break my water a bit after 6, and noted that I had some minimal progress to 4 plus, which I guess means that I was almost to 5 cm. Since there was another mama having a C-section, the anesthesiologist was not available to give me an epidural until after she had sufficiently recovered. During the wait, I realized there wasn’t any way I was going to be able to labor naturally, because with every contraction, my uterus was putting pressure on the underside of the right side of my rib cage, which was pushing out and causing the pain to wrap around the middle of my back. Even now barely 25 hours after birth, my ribs are still VERY sore, and probably will be sore for quite some time.

Anyhoo, I was finally able to get my epidural sometime around 8:35 to 8:50; I only know the time because I was watching Bones, and I was able to gauge the time based on plot progression. I sort of missed the entire last half of the show; so I’m going to have to catch up on it later via Hulu… but that’s not really relevant, haha. After getting my epidural, the nurse -who was pretty awesome- checked me and I had progressed to a 5, so on came the pictocin, that probably came around quarter after nine. The nurse speculated that I would probably end up having Oscar after midnight, since I wasn’t progressing very quickly. And man, I was feeling the contractions VERY strongly at that point. There was super intense contracting going right above my pelvic bone as well as vaginally. We had to boost the epidural twice, and even after it had taken full effect, I was still feeling the contractions.

Anyway, since Jeff’s parents and youngest sister had showed up to wait it out for us, and the girls were getting really bored and restless -not to mention the c-section Mama had complained about the noise the girls were making, and we felt kind of bad for her- we all felt it was best that they go home with Shayla, and they could come back after Oscar was born. I was somewhat puzzled that Shayla wanted to come, but it ended up working out very well; thankfully we live super close! So while Jeff was gone, I was able to have a really nice chat with John and Wendy, and then Jeff got back probably sometime around 10:30ish. Just seconds after he got back, the nurse came in to check on me, and of course to check on my progress. Her face went from the ‘clinical professionalism’ to complete and utter bewilderment. I thought it was very odd, and then she said “Um. You’re fully dilated and effaced.” to which there was a collective “What?” and she said “You are ten centimeters dilated and you’re completely thinned out. I’m gonna go and call Dr J to let her know so she can come up.” We waited for about 15 minutes, during which time some additional nurses came in and set everything up; and of course there was a nurse from the nursery as well for Oscar on hand. Of course there was an air of shock, since I had been on the pictocin only for an hour and fifteen minutes, and I was able to progress THAT quickly. For some reason also, I could feel my emotions starting to shut down a bit -not negatively of course!- and I kind of entered this weird state of calmness and serenity, and I sort of felt an inward turn of focus. I felt almost detached, but at the same time very wrapped up in the moment. I have to admit, it was a very odd state to be in.. I guess that’s when my birthing instincts really kicked in! I had at least three or so contractions, and I could feel Oscar moving out just a bit each time.

Once Dr J got here, I was obviously ready to push! While I was pushing, we were all speculating how big he was going to be; she guessed on the smaller side, and asked how big the girls were (7lbs 6oz) so we were speculating he was going to be about the same size. After about 4 pushes, he was out! He was placed on my belly, and the first thing I noticed was he had a head full of THICK hair. And that it was black. The next thing I noticed was he was actually pretty hefty and solid. After the cord was cut, they took him over to get looked at by the nursery nurse. And that’s when we were hit with a big shocker.

He was 8 lbs, 9 oz!

I don’t think anyone in the room was expecting him to be that big.. I know I would NEVER expect that in a million years. Jeff and I were under the impression just based on the fact that the girls were the exact same length and weight, I had some sort of maximum capacity limit, and we were expecting him to be around that same weight range. I always thought that for my 4’11” height, and extremely petite frame, that I was only going to be able to carry a baby that was around seven and a half pounds.. considering that’s about average, I was totally content and perfectly fine with that. A lot of people are usually shocked that the girls were as big as they were, and that I was able to carry them to full term on top of that. I should mention that he was also 20.5″ long as well, so he was slightly longer than the girls were.

And the most amazing thing of all? I didn’t tear. I tore and required an episiodomy with both girls, but not with Oscar. Funny how things work out like that sometimes.

Sorry the post has no pictures; Jeff’s been taking home the camera, so any good pictures we’ve taken I currently don’t have access to. I’m so glad that I didn’t have to wait until next Wednesday either; I don’t want to know how much bigger he would have been.. I know for sure over nine pounds.

And I guess I’m going to have to change the blog name now too that he’s here; however that can wait.

Me Oscar

My Appointment, Ultrasound and Other Things

>Well, as you all saw in my last post, we’re having a boy!  We’re both excited, and of course our family is excited for us as well.. although Jeff’s excited because as he put it, “[I] won’t nag [him] to have anymore kids.” Oscar looks great internally and the ultrasound technician said that his heartbeat was really strong, which is a relief. It was so great to see his profile and try to imagine what he’s going to look like once he’s born; I think he’s definitely going to favor Jeff! I especially hope he has the red hair that Jeff had when he was born as well as my three youngest nephews had at birth.

As for my last OB appointment on November 18th, it went well. I weighed in at 114.6 pounds which means I gained a bit over a pound since my previous visit and my bloodpressure was fine.  Unfortunately, there was a mixup with clerical work, so the referral to the Rheumetologist was never sent or received back in October, but Dr J (my OB) was proactive and personally sent the fax herself. And since I was due for my Quad Screening blood test, she went ahead and also did a full run on my thyroid.  After I left the lab, I went ahead and called the Rheumetologist office, and after persisting they check their faxes, they confirmed that they recieved the referral, and I called back the next day and set the appointment to be seen on November 30th, which was this past Tuesday. They also requested that I personally bring in the results from my thyroid tests, so I was able to get those the day I had my ultrasound; thankfully my thyroid is in normal range and I passed the Quad Screening tests with no problem.

The visit went well, I gave a through personal medical rundown of everything I ever had -I got Cat Scratch Disease when I was a junior in high school.. something that’s really rare so I must be special- and all my various aches and pains.. talked about when I sprained my ankle when I was 13 -jumping and slipping off a pile of logs, I won’t do THAT ever again- and of course my family history. I mentioned in the paperwork that my dad has Rheumatoid Athritis, and apparently my grandfather had Muscular Dystrophy in his eyelids. He did a full examination and concluded that I have Trochanteric Bursitis, or in other words I’ve got bursitis in my hips. He told me he felt that my chances of having Rheumatoid Arthritis were very slim, however because of my family history with one parent having it, he went ahead and ran the two blood tests they do for RA.  I didn’t really think much of it, and figured the bursitis was the reason why I’ve been having pain and whatnot, along with pregnancy, although it’s not really normal to have the ammout of hip pain I’ve been experiencing in the first and second trimesters, it’s supposed to hit later.

Well, I got a call today and was told by the nurse that one of the “Tests came back positive for RA, but there were no other findings.” which basically means I DO have it; however due to various factors, I have not had the onset of clinical symptoms. Dr G told me that generally speaking with RA, pregnancy actually suppresses the symptoms, and talking with a friend of mine with MS (Multiple Sclerosis) is also suppressed by pregnancy; I guess it’s something that’s shared with all auto immune diseases; which is why there’s studies currently being conducted to test the effectiveness of using pregnancy hormones to control the symptoms.

I’m not going to lie, there was a bit of a nasty shock when I hung the call up, and I did have the momentary urge to cry, but it passed, and I started to think positive. I’ve had the symptoms for years.. some which include depression and anxiety along with sensitivity to cold, and tiredness and of course body and joint pain.  It’s a relief to know that I do NOT have clinical depression; that the occasional depression I do have is really a symptom, not the actual thing I have. It’s nice to know that I finally do have the answers, and I genuinely do have a lot of things going for me. I’m young, it’s apparently been caught early enough that I do not have the onset of clinical symptoms of swollen, red hot joints -which is why he initially thought I didn’t have it, since I don’t have this yet- and I’m short and I have never had issues with excessive weight gain.  I’ve fluctuated up and down, but it’s always been in the range of normal for my body type and height.

Obviously there’s not much they can do for me now, I can only just manage the pain when it gets bad with tylenol, and I avoid doing that unless it interferes with getting to sleep. My plan is to of course follow up with Dr G after I have Oscar, and to avoid the heavy medications for as long as I can. My dad was diagnosis with it at 29, and he has yet to start any of the RA medications because he exercises regularly, has a good diet and of course maintains a healthy weight, something that I plan on doing as well.

I’m fairly optimistic about this, I really am. I realize now too that it’s a great thing that I got pregnant again, because I honestly don’t think I would have been proactive enough to go to a GP doctor and saying “Hey I’ve got joint pain, can we set me up to see a Rheumetologist?” and who knows how long it would have been before we found out.


Because I Know You Want to Know…



>Baby’s First picture!


Here’s the baby!  It’s little head is to the left, and you can see it’s hand right above the head.  Then to the right you can see it’s legs.  During the ultrasound, it was alternating kicking it’s legs; it would kick one and then bring it up and then kick the other and bring it up, and it was also rocking back and forth and waving it’s arms around.. totally looked like it was kickboxing!  It also looks like there’s some boy parts; however, it could be the umbilical cord… I’ve got baby boy fever or something!

The doctor put my due date back to April 23rd, however I think my estimation of April 13th is still correct.  Mostly beacuse the baby’s legs were stretched out further than they would have been if it was only 9 weeks old and if her date is correct, then I would have gotten a positive pregnancy test at THREE weeks instead of five, which basically means one week after conception.. which I don’t think can happen.  You miss your period 2 weeks after conception, not one, and I took the test the day my period was due.  I wasn’t going to argue my point, because… yeah.

Here’s the difference between nine weeks and eleven weeks.  At nine weeks, the baby’s arms are still really stubby and short, so there’s really no way that the baby’s hand would be that far away from the body if they were stubby 9 week arms.  Plus, as you can sort of see, the top (left leg) is in mid extension, and that’s not possible if I was 9 weeks, cuz they can’t stretch that far!  Nor do they have knees.

Anyway, I guess we’ll see what happens when I have my mid pregnancy ultrasound!

Me Oscar

>My Pregnancy So Far

>Well, today I’m exactly 10 weeks pregnant.  So here’s the summary of how it’s been so far.

No morning/afternoon/evening sickness.  However I have strong aversions to certain smells, and certain foods.  The idea of eating tortillas for example.. totally grosses me out like nothing else.  I’ve been craving red meat, cookies, spicy foods and sour/salty stuff.

No, I’m not showing yet.  The only thing that’s changed about me physically is that I’ve been breaking on my face more than usual, getting the gross under-the-skin-with-no-head pimples and my bra size went from a normal B cup to a D cup in about 4 weeks.  And they are growing.  As of 6.5 weeks, if I express, I’m already making colostrum which would account for the rapid growth in bra size.  I also had cramping during weeks 5 and 6, but I didn’t have any bleeding so I wasn’t worried at all.  I was also only cramping when my bladder was super full.

As weird as this sounds, I’ve already felt the baby move.  At least once.  It was kind of a rocking sensation with a soft little poke, and lasted about 10 minutes.  I contribute this to several factors… I’m extremely sensitive to what goes on in my body.. for example I feel my intestines digest on a regular basis -not painful just weird-, I think the baby is situated high in my uterus, and my bladder was exceptionally full at the time, so I think it was pushing my uterus up higher and since we were driving in the car at the time and I had my seatbelt on, the belt was putting pressure on my uterus so.. yeah.  I know I’m not crazy, since this is my 3rd pregnancy and I’ve been through the motions already.  With Zoe and Ruthie though, I didn’t feel them move until around 13-14 weeks, which makes me wonder if I’m carrying multiples or something.  I was getting this sensation of something hard next to the movement that wasn’t moving as well, but it could have been my bladder and so.. yeah who the heck knows.

Physically, emotionally and mentally, this pregnancy is really taking it’s toll on me.  I’m so tired all the time, which is not good since I’m a stay at home mom to two kids, and up to 4 times a week, I’ve got a third here.  Fortunately, I won’t be watching her much longer, so hopefully that’ll help a bit.  I’ve been more prone to outbursts, and I haven’t been handling my emotions as well as I should.  I feel bad beacuse the girls are having issues with handling their feelings and expression themselves, and I realize it’s my fault but… I can’t seem to help it.  I’ve been all over the place emotionally and I realize I’m probably suffering from some type of pregnancy induced rage or something.  Which makes me really think I’m having a boy, since I was not like this with my first two pregnancies.

It especially sucks, because I had to switch to a new doctor… something I really didn’t want to do, but I’m having to be realistic.  The OB I was seeing when I was pregnant with Ruthie is super awesome and amazing… he’s an Osteopathic doctor, and I loved that.  Unfortunately, he no longer delivers at the hospital I had Ruthie at, and the hospital he does deliver at is 30 minutes away, assuming we hit every green light on the way, and I go into labor at 2 in the morning where there’s no traffic on the roads… which is highly unlikely.  So, today I had to find a new doctor.. who’s an MD -which is fine I guess- and who’s a she.  Totally okay with that I guess, it’ll be interesting to have a female OB/Gyn.  The other thing too is that she’s just barely coming into practice.. according to her fact sheet on our insurance website, she finished her residency earlier this year.  Which is I think a good thing.. some people prefer experience, but I prefer someone who’s fresh out of med school, and who’s got the up and up in what’s new in medicine.  Plus, I think doctors that are newer in the field tend to be less stuck in antiquated thoughts and mindsets.  I guess on the bright side of seeing this new doctor, I get in two days sooner than I would have otherwise.. I get seen on the 21st instead of the 23rd.

Well, that’s my update.. I’m 1/4 the way done with my pregnancy.. yay!


Some Math For Ya


the Five Hayfords!
(Well, we hope there’s only one in there!)  
ETA: 04/13/11
Oh, and of course we can’t forget Casey.  I LOVE this picture of him!