We learned something extremely important last night. I am not ready for Stacy to go into labor!!! At all. Last night Sara and I went out to the Anderson/Milford basketball game. Anderson won...Of course. After I put Sara to sleep, Stacy and I went into the basement to watch Lineman. Probably not worth watching.
Midway through the movie, Stacy was sitting on the couch when she screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She edged toward the edge of coach. Her legs were midway spread out and she was grabbing her calfs. All the way she screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
I looked at her and screamed, "Oh crap." We're having a baby....Two months early, but that didn't really cross my mind. The only thought that persisted in my mind was, "We got to get to the hospital."
I never thought to ask her if she was having contractions. I never thought to ask her about how far apart they were. I never thought anything other than, "Hospital, we go...NOW."
Stacy continued to hold her calfs, as tears streamed down her face. She was finally able to say, "Charlie Horse." As my wife sat in the I'm going to deliver a baby position I sat helpless. So I did the only thing I could think of. I ran upstairs and grabbed a frozen package of hot dogs. Actually, first I paused the movie, then ran upstairs for the frozen package of hot dogs.
I have no idea what I thought the hot dogs were going to do, but by the time I got back, the horses had ran away.
I'm so not ready for another baby.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Yawn
Watching Sara grow and become a real life person is amazing. I never knew it would be just as cool and exciting to read and see the knew things a baby in Stacy's belly would be doing. According to the ultra-sound this week, the baby can yawn. YAWN!!! Who knew. It is so cool to look at the ultra-sound and actually be able to see the baby yawn. During the ultra-sound last week, the baby had the hiccups. Stacy, over the past week, is really feeling the baby move. This week was a lot more fun than going to the hospital last week.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Scared
Yesterday Stacy went to her normal, bi-weekly, long OB appointment. She hates going to these appointments, because it is never timely or quick. She always seems to spend 2 to 3 hours in the office. After a few routine checks on the baby, the doctor stepped over to Stacy and said, "This may sound inconvenient, but I want you to go to the hospital."
Apparently the baby's heart rate was dipping. Stacy has been considered a high risk pregnancy, but up to this point I don't think she really thought of herself as one. Reality sets in when the doctor says, "Go to the hospital." She drove home to get me, and we headed down to Good Sam. Thanks again to Emilee for taking Sara. We have been so blessed with our former and new neighbors. (They have also been blessed.)
As we were driving to the hospital, I played every possible scenario in my head. By the time we got there, we were having this 2 lb baby that I was going to have to deliver on my own. I have a ridiculous imagination. It all turned out to be much ado about nothing. They monitored the baby's heart rate for twenty minutes and found nothing wrong. The doctor did an ultrasound and said the baby looked good.
On the way home Stacy said, "I wonder how many times we are going to be making this trip over the next three months."
I wonder.
Apparently the baby's heart rate was dipping. Stacy has been considered a high risk pregnancy, but up to this point I don't think she really thought of herself as one. Reality sets in when the doctor says, "Go to the hospital." She drove home to get me, and we headed down to Good Sam. Thanks again to Emilee for taking Sara. We have been so blessed with our former and new neighbors. (They have also been blessed.)
As we were driving to the hospital, I played every possible scenario in my head. By the time we got there, we were having this 2 lb baby that I was going to have to deliver on my own. I have a ridiculous imagination. It all turned out to be much ado about nothing. They monitored the baby's heart rate for twenty minutes and found nothing wrong. The doctor did an ultrasound and said the baby looked good.
On the way home Stacy said, "I wonder how many times we are going to be making this trip over the next three months."
I wonder.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Class Time
On a foggy Saturday morning, Stacy and I drove up to the hospital for an eight hour class on pregnancy and giving birth. We arrived right at 9am, one of the last couples. As we found two seats in the sea of preggoes, it started to dawn on me...We are having a baby. I found the experience today to get me more excited about the pregnancy than anything else we have experienced. (Stacy and I are yet to actually feel the baby kick or move.)
The first hour was spent on nutrition. The baby will be feeding on breast milk for the first six months. Who knew that the taste of breast milk changes with the types of food that Stacy eats. The instructor said that babies typically like garlic in their breast milk. Stacy is currently loading up on garlic.
The next part of the day was spent with two nurses. We stared by viewing a film. Yup a gross/beautiful film. It really all depends on your point of view. Beautiful if you are up and extremely gross if you are down. I learned what a uterus, placenta, and a mucus plug. I learned that after a baby is born, then the mother gives birth to a placenta. I don't care if you say the birthing process is beautiful, the placenta is big and nasty. It's nastier than Sara's nastiest corn and green bean poop.
After the film and the discussion, we took out our pillows (that we had to bring along) and get on the floor for breathing exercises. In out...In out...In out... "Are you relaxed," our instructor asked. Oh yeah nothing is more relaxing than sitting on non-padded carpet in a room of strangers. Finally lunch.
After lunch we learned about the four stages of birthing. Stage one: Happy. Stage two: Not so happy, but not so bad. Let's head to the hospital. Stage three: I hate you. Why did you do this to me? Stage Four: Finally.
The process is really truly amazing. The fact that a woman when pregnant releases endorphins that make your joints more flexible. The fact that a baby breathes in the ambiotic fluid, until they take their first true breath of air. The fact that babies have like 5 sections of their skull that enables them to go through the birth canal. It is just so perfect, yet painful.
The day ended with yet another disgusting oops I mean beautiful film.
The first hour was spent on nutrition. The baby will be feeding on breast milk for the first six months. Who knew that the taste of breast milk changes with the types of food that Stacy eats. The instructor said that babies typically like garlic in their breast milk. Stacy is currently loading up on garlic.
The next part of the day was spent with two nurses. We stared by viewing a film. Yup a gross/beautiful film. It really all depends on your point of view. Beautiful if you are up and extremely gross if you are down. I learned what a uterus, placenta, and a mucus plug. I learned that after a baby is born, then the mother gives birth to a placenta. I don't care if you say the birthing process is beautiful, the placenta is big and nasty. It's nastier than Sara's nastiest corn and green bean poop.
After the film and the discussion, we took out our pillows (that we had to bring along) and get on the floor for breathing exercises. In out...In out...In out... "Are you relaxed," our instructor asked. Oh yeah nothing is more relaxing than sitting on non-padded carpet in a room of strangers. Finally lunch.
After lunch we learned about the four stages of birthing. Stage one: Happy. Stage two: Not so happy, but not so bad. Let's head to the hospital. Stage three: I hate you. Why did you do this to me? Stage Four: Finally.
The process is really truly amazing. The fact that a woman when pregnant releases endorphins that make your joints more flexible. The fact that a baby breathes in the ambiotic fluid, until they take their first true breath of air. The fact that babies have like 5 sections of their skull that enables them to go through the birth canal. It is just so perfect, yet painful.
The day ended with yet another disgusting oops I mean beautiful film.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Stacy and I have finally started to get ready for the second baby. Since we don't want to know the sex of our baby, things have become more complicated. Basically the new baby will be getting Sara's room and Sara will be switching to the new room. Sara's room can go either way, so we thought this would be simpliest. We are now trying to scrape together a second room. The first part of that is this dresser that I have spent way too much time on.
I spent hours scraping, scratching, and sanding years of paint off of this dresser. After going through four sheets of sandpaper, it was finally time to paint. Stacy had this idea that we should funkafy Sara's new room. I take all of the credit for painting and working on the dresser, but I take no credit for the designing.
Why is this on the "Miracle Baby Blog"? Because I wouldn't have had to spend "hours" in the freezin' cold if the "Miracle Baby" was not coming. That's why!!!
I spent hours scraping, scratching, and sanding years of paint off of this dresser. After going through four sheets of sandpaper, it was finally time to paint. Stacy had this idea that we should funkafy Sara's new room. I take all of the credit for painting and working on the dresser, but I take no credit for the designing. 
Why is this on the "Miracle Baby Blog"? Because I wouldn't have had to spend "hours" in the freezin' cold if the "Miracle Baby" was not coming. That's why!!!
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