My daughter is officially three years old. I think I am in denial. It just doesn't seem like she should be that old already.
At least I am handling her birthdays a bit better. The night before her first birthday I bawled my eyes out. I actually sobbed uncontrollably as though someone had just given me a week to live. It was just so momentous, we survived the first year. All three of us. Our first year as parents and we all came out in one piece. Not saying it was hard or horrible, it was just the most life changing thing to ever happen to me, becoming a parent. This birthday, however, I only teared up and squeezed her really tight. Then she looked up at me and said, "It's okay, Mommy, you don't have to cry."
I just love her so much.
So, in honor of Rebecca's birthday, I will share her birth story as I remember it.
Monday, November 12, 2007
This was my due date. It was also the day I decided I didn't want Rebecca to have my middle name as her middle name, I wanted her to have her own name. So we changed it. I have lived to regret it every single day.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I had an OB appointment that day. I was about 1cm. Doc stripped my membranes.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Another OB appointment. We loaded up the car with our hospital stuff because I was 9 days overdue and I was going to make him send me to the hospital. I had been waking up each morning crying because I realized I was STILL pregnant. I wanted my daughter in my arms, already!
He did a pelvic exam and there was no change. NO CHANGE?! How incredibly disheartening! He called to schedule an induction for the next morning at 9.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
5:34am - I woke up because I had to pee. Sat on the toilet, and felt a tiny POP, like a bubble bursting, in my lower back. Finished my business, stood up, and I was leaking. I wasn't sure if it was my water breaking or not because I figured why would my water break on it's own the morning I was set to be induced and I was expecting a big gush. There was no gush at all. So anyway, I went back to bed. I was having contractions but they were very mild and again I wasn't sure that's what was happening. Then I had one that actually made me get out of bed and when I did, I leaked some more. Then I knew it was real. So I woke Chris, told him my water broke and we'd better get ready. We called our parents, told them we were headed to the hospital but not to be induced as I had gone into labor on my own. PHEW! So we showered, made sure we had everything, and headed out.
7am - We arrive at the hospital. Along the way contractions were about 5 minutes apart. They didn't hurt a whole lot yet, and I remember Chris saying, "I thought they were supposed to hurt more."
Not to worry, they did get worse. I was not spared.
So, we get to the hospital, head up to the Labor Assessment Unit, and tell the nurse that we were scheduled to be induced but my water had broken instead. Nurse was a huge bitch and didn't believe me and sent me for a walk. We went downstairs where the gift shop and restaurants were, and by the time we got down there I was in so much pain I couldn't move. I went to the bathroom because I didn't want everyone to see me, but I realized I had to make it back upstairs eventually. So we make our way back up, by this time there is a new nurse on duty (thank goodness!) and I say, "My back really hurts, I need to get in a hot bath or something, please." I wasn't even standing upright, I was hunched over in pain. The nurse sends me into a room so the doctor can come in and check me out. She does and says, "Oh wow, you're already 4cm! Do you want some pain relief?" and of course I said YES PLEASE!
9am - I get my epidural, and I am much more comfortable. I wanted to kiss the anesthesiologist, who I remember was named Scott.
10:30am - I am 5cm. Chris is nowhere to be found. He went to Subway to get some food. Jerk. (LOL)
12:30pm - I tell the nurse that I can feel pain again, so she gets the doc and she checks me and I am 10cm and ready to go!
1pm - Finally, I start pushing. But I pressed that darn button to give me more drugs too many times and I couldn't feel a thing, and baby girl was sunnyside up, so she was a little stuck and her heart rate was starting to get tacky in between contractions, so the decision is made to go to the O.R. and prep me for a c-section just in case they had to get in and get her. However, they were going to try the forceps first.
2:16pm - My baby girl finally entered the world! Seven pounds, twelve ounces. I didn't end up with a section, but they did use the forceps and gave me an episiotomy. They held her up for me to see and then took her over to check her out. When they brought her over to me I remember thinking, "Why does she have hazel eyes?" But they weren't, they were blue. I was just drugged up.
It was just before 7pm when I finally made it to my room. It took that long before I had feeling in my legs again. We didn't sleep at all that first night, we were too scared. The nurse at the desk by our room offered to keep an eye on her so we could rest for a little while, and we readily agreed because we had been up for so long and we wanted to make sure someone always had their eyes on her.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
We brought our little girl home.
I love you, Rebecca Michelle. I can even describe how much you mean to me. My precious baby girl, my daughter for life.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
One year ago today...
I took a digital home pregnancy test and it came out positive! I had taken a test earlier that day but it was one of those cheapy internet strips and the line was barely there, so Chris didn't believe I was really pregnant. So my best friend Katie and I went to the drug store and bought the digital, and I took it. It seemed to take forever for the hour glass to stop and for the results to appear in the little window. We waited in the hallway and I was so nervous! Finally, it said "PREGNANT" and we were so happy. We jumped up and down and hugged. I could not stop staring at the test. We were so excited.
Now we have a beautiful baby boy, our son. He is just perfect and we are so glad he is here.
Love you, Nathan! You are my world, little man.
Now we have a beautiful baby boy, our son. He is just perfect and we are so glad he is here.
Love you, Nathan! You are my world, little man.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Baby #8
Friends from church just had their 8th baby yesterday! They had a boy, Benjamin Harold. They now have 3 sons and 5 daughters, and all 8 of them have family names for middle names.
This is a list of their children's names and birth dates:
Jacob Douglas - August 1, 1997
Maria Christine - May 5, 1999
Aaron Philip - March 23, 2001
Rose Annetta - August 14, 2002
Joanna Louise - March 20, 2005
Grace Jean - July 6, 2006
Lydia Claire - November 16, 2007
Benjamin Harold - November 13, 2010
I simply cannot wait to meet him. It is going to be so strange seeing them with a baby boy again after having only girls for the past 8 years!
This is a list of their children's names and birth dates:
Jacob Douglas - August 1, 1997
Maria Christine - May 5, 1999
Aaron Philip - March 23, 2001
Rose Annetta - August 14, 2002
Joanna Louise - March 20, 2005
Grace Jean - July 6, 2006
Lydia Claire - November 16, 2007
Benjamin Harold - November 13, 2010
I simply cannot wait to meet him. It is going to be so strange seeing them with a baby boy again after having only girls for the past 8 years!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
The Upside of Having Teeth Extracted
Weight loss!
Within the first week of having Nathan, I lost 35 lbs and not a pound more until I got my wisdom teeth removed. I am now down 7 lbs in 10 days. I know for me it's just a drop in the bucket, but it is still so motivating!
Only 9 lbs to go to get to my pre-Nathan weight. Once I get there, I still have a LOT to lose to get to my pre-Rebecca weight, which is still more than I would like to be. There is a long road ahead, but I am only 23 and I don't want to be huge forever.
Within the first week of having Nathan, I lost 35 lbs and not a pound more until I got my wisdom teeth removed. I am now down 7 lbs in 10 days. I know for me it's just a drop in the bucket, but it is still so motivating!
Only 9 lbs to go to get to my pre-Nathan weight. Once I get there, I still have a LOT to lose to get to my pre-Rebecca weight, which is still more than I would like to be. There is a long road ahead, but I am only 23 and I don't want to be huge forever.
Friday, November 12, 2010
November 12, 2007
Dear Lori,
the date is November 12, 2007. You have finally reached your due date with your first baby! Congratulations! But, just so you know, you will not have her today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the one after that, either. You're in for the long haul. Be prepared to wake up each morning for the next week and a bit crying, because you've just realized you are STILL pregnant. People will be calling you daily, wanting to know if you've had the baby yet.
Why, yes, I have. I went to the hospital, and had the baby, and came home and didn't tell ANYONE. I thought it would be more fun that way.
In a few days you will be hoping and praying that the baby that must come out of you eventually has not hit the 10 pound mark (she doesn't even come close.) You wonder if you will ever have the baby (you do.) People who are smart enough start to avoid you. You decide you don't like the baby's middle name anymore and change it, which you will soon regret.
Try not to worry about anything, it all ends well. In ten days you will have the most precious baby girl gazing up at you, and your life will suddenly have meaning.
the date is November 12, 2007. You have finally reached your due date with your first baby! Congratulations! But, just so you know, you will not have her today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the one after that, either. You're in for the long haul. Be prepared to wake up each morning for the next week and a bit crying, because you've just realized you are STILL pregnant. People will be calling you daily, wanting to know if you've had the baby yet.
Why, yes, I have. I went to the hospital, and had the baby, and came home and didn't tell ANYONE. I thought it would be more fun that way.
In a few days you will be hoping and praying that the baby that must come out of you eventually has not hit the 10 pound mark (she doesn't even come close.) You wonder if you will ever have the baby (you do.) People who are smart enough start to avoid you. You decide you don't like the baby's middle name anymore and change it, which you will soon regret.
Try not to worry about anything, it all ends well. In ten days you will have the most precious baby girl gazing up at you, and your life will suddenly have meaning.
I Need a Friend
Seriously.
Everyone I know works through the week. I get lonely. Like today, for instance. The mall is having a 20% off day, and there are some things I wanted to get at the Disney Store for Rebecca for her birthday and Christmas. I wouldn't normally mind just going, but it is going to be super busy and it would be hard to keep an eye on her and buy for her at the same time. If I had a friend, they could come with me and look at stuff with her while I bought stuff, plus I would have someone to talk to and bond with.
Oh, well. I guess I can stay home and clean my apartment today and go to the mall when Chris gets home.
Everyone I know works through the week. I get lonely. Like today, for instance. The mall is having a 20% off day, and there are some things I wanted to get at the Disney Store for Rebecca for her birthday and Christmas. I wouldn't normally mind just going, but it is going to be super busy and it would be hard to keep an eye on her and buy for her at the same time. If I had a friend, they could come with me and look at stuff with her while I bought stuff, plus I would have someone to talk to and bond with.
Oh, well. I guess I can stay home and clean my apartment today and go to the mall when Chris gets home.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tales From School v.Elementary School
I am going to post a memory or two from each grade in school.
Primary (1992-1993)
- Music teacher (a mean old man) told the boys to take a bow and the girls to curtsy. I didn't know what a curtsy was, and the boy next to me bowed, so I followed suit. The music teacher asked me in front of the whole class if I was a boy and it hurt my feelings.
- Each day at recess I would try to complete the same puzzle, but recess would be over before I would get the chance to finish it. It had a lady bug on it. One day, the teacher said, "Okay, everyone, recess is over. Time to clean up. Except Lori."
It meant the world to me that she let me finish.
- This was the year that for school pictures the background was those books. I'm sure everyone knows what I'm talking about. It made you appear to be in a library.
Grade 1 (1993-1994)
- This was the year I broke my leg when I was hit by a car. I had a tutor for a while at home.
- I had a crush on a boy named Shane. Too bad Snotty Jessica did too. I was so afraid of her.
Grade 2 (1994-1995)
- This was my third school in 3 years. I only stayed one year.
- My best friend was also a Lori, and we had the same middle name, just spelled differently. She is Lori Anne, I am Lori Ann. I prefer Lori Anne. Oh, well.
- A boy in my class made a dinosaur out of clay and it was so well done and I was so jealous that when the classroom was empty I broke his head off. Poor Mr. T-Rex.
Grade 3 (1995-1996)
- The last elementary school I attended.
- It has a graveyard by the playground. In order to get to the graveyard you actually have to go through the school yard.
- My first day there I bawled my eyes out.
- I was the first in my class to learn my times tables from 0x0 to 9x9.
Grade 4 (1996-1997)
- I was in a 4/5 split class.
- I loved my teacher, I thought she was perfect.
Grade 5 (1997-1998)
- This was the year my brother was born.
- My teacher (who ended up being my favorite, and for whom I babysat later on in life) also had a baby boy that year, a little more than a month after my brother was born. (They ended up in the same class)
- My best friend was Britney. We used to walk around our small community with bicycle helmets under our shirts and pretend we were pregnant.
- I was in the Christmas play, The Nutcracker.
Grade 6 (1998-1999)
- I played trumpet in the band.
- I played the female lead (Mrs. Claus) in the school play.
- I cut my own bangs and swore I would never have bangs again.
- I won an award for having a "love of literature"
Coming up next... Tales From School, the Junior High Edition.
Primary (1992-1993)
- Music teacher (a mean old man) told the boys to take a bow and the girls to curtsy. I didn't know what a curtsy was, and the boy next to me bowed, so I followed suit. The music teacher asked me in front of the whole class if I was a boy and it hurt my feelings.
- Each day at recess I would try to complete the same puzzle, but recess would be over before I would get the chance to finish it. It had a lady bug on it. One day, the teacher said, "Okay, everyone, recess is over. Time to clean up. Except Lori."
It meant the world to me that she let me finish.
- This was the year that for school pictures the background was those books. I'm sure everyone knows what I'm talking about. It made you appear to be in a library.
Grade 1 (1993-1994)
- This was the year I broke my leg when I was hit by a car. I had a tutor for a while at home.
- I had a crush on a boy named Shane. Too bad Snotty Jessica did too. I was so afraid of her.
Grade 2 (1994-1995)
- This was my third school in 3 years. I only stayed one year.
- My best friend was also a Lori, and we had the same middle name, just spelled differently. She is Lori Anne, I am Lori Ann. I prefer Lori Anne. Oh, well.
- A boy in my class made a dinosaur out of clay and it was so well done and I was so jealous that when the classroom was empty I broke his head off. Poor Mr. T-Rex.
Grade 3 (1995-1996)
- The last elementary school I attended.
- It has a graveyard by the playground. In order to get to the graveyard you actually have to go through the school yard.
- My first day there I bawled my eyes out.
- I was the first in my class to learn my times tables from 0x0 to 9x9.
Grade 4 (1996-1997)
- I was in a 4/5 split class.
- I loved my teacher, I thought she was perfect.
Grade 5 (1997-1998)
- This was the year my brother was born.
- My teacher (who ended up being my favorite, and for whom I babysat later on in life) also had a baby boy that year, a little more than a month after my brother was born. (They ended up in the same class)
- My best friend was Britney. We used to walk around our small community with bicycle helmets under our shirts and pretend we were pregnant.
- I was in the Christmas play, The Nutcracker.
Grade 6 (1998-1999)
- I played trumpet in the band.
- I played the female lead (Mrs. Claus) in the school play.
- I cut my own bangs and swore I would never have bangs again.
- I won an award for having a "love of literature"
Coming up next... Tales From School, the Junior High Edition.
Movember
My husband wanted to grow a mustache in support of Movember...
...until he realized he looked like a pedophile and decided to shave it off.
He came home today and said it was a good thing he shaved, because he had a job near a school, a job near a playground, and a job at a home with two small children.
Dodged a bullet there, I guess LOL
...until he realized he looked like a pedophile and decided to shave it off.
He came home today and said it was a good thing he shaved, because he had a job near a school, a job near a playground, and a job at a home with two small children.
Dodged a bullet there, I guess LOL
Funny Things Rebecca Says v.1
me: Rebecca, you have dimples.
R: No I don't! I have teeth!
me: you're right.
R: No I don't! I have teeth!
me: you're right.
Monday, November 8, 2010
"I HAVE TO GO TO THE POTTY!"
Yesterday, I was feeding the baby on the couch. My daughter decides to put on some new underwear, and immediately after she says, "I HAVE TO GO TO THE POTTY!" She goes to get her potty to bring it out to the living room because it was dark by the bathroom and she was afraid. So she carries this potty out, and sits down on it because she really had to go!
The problem? She was still wearing her underwear. The underwear I just folded. Sigh. At least she went to the potty, right?
I spend a lot of my time in the bathroom with my 3 year old. We go about 4 times an hour every time we go to Wal-Mart, it seems. She doesn't even "go" every time we go to the bathroom. She will swear up and down that she has to go and then we get there and she just wants to wash her hands. I am glad not to have the extra expense for her diapers anymore, but I long for the day when I don't have to drop everything to rush her to the bathroom RIGHT AWAY because she has to pee RIGHT NOW!!! The worst is when we are at the mall or a department store, and I have a cartload of stuff and an infant to tote along with me, and we have to hurry. Or when we're visiting at some else's house and I'm feeding the baby.
Then, when we get to the bathroom, I pull her pants down and sit her on the toilet, where she can hold herself up, at which point she looks at me and says, "DON'T WATCH ME THIS TIME!" Great. Now every person in this public washroom thinks I'm some sort of pervert.
Just think, by the time she's big enough to get on and off of any toilet and take herself to the bathroom, I get to start all over with my son.
Oh, the joys of potty training!
The problem? She was still wearing her underwear. The underwear I just folded. Sigh. At least she went to the potty, right?
I spend a lot of my time in the bathroom with my 3 year old. We go about 4 times an hour every time we go to Wal-Mart, it seems. She doesn't even "go" every time we go to the bathroom. She will swear up and down that she has to go and then we get there and she just wants to wash her hands. I am glad not to have the extra expense for her diapers anymore, but I long for the day when I don't have to drop everything to rush her to the bathroom RIGHT AWAY because she has to pee RIGHT NOW!!! The worst is when we are at the mall or a department store, and I have a cartload of stuff and an infant to tote along with me, and we have to hurry. Or when we're visiting at some else's house and I'm feeding the baby.
Then, when we get to the bathroom, I pull her pants down and sit her on the toilet, where she can hold herself up, at which point she looks at me and says, "DON'T WATCH ME THIS TIME!" Great. Now every person in this public washroom thinks I'm some sort of pervert.
Just think, by the time she's big enough to get on and off of any toilet and take herself to the bathroom, I get to start all over with my son.
Oh, the joys of potty training!
I'm a bad mom.
There. I said it.
I love my kids, really, I do. They are my world. I never felt my life held a purpose until I became a mother. That being said, I just want to go to my room and lay in my bed. I want to watch Netflix all day and moan and cry over my sore mouth (had 2 wisdom teeth removed... worst decision of my life) and my finger, which I sliced yesterday while chopping potatoes for supper because I was too lazy to use a chopping board. So you know what I did? I held the potato on my hand mid-air and tried to cut it up. Well, all that did was slice a chunk out of my finger.
I'm sorry, Rebecca, that I don't want to move from my sitting or laying position to play with you. I am in too much pain, but could you please pass me that pillow? Thanks.
My daughter is amazing, I am so grateful that she is such an understanding, intelligent little girl. Yeah, she has her moments, but over all she is so great. She can even get herself a drink from the fridge without help, which is good because when I am feeding the baby (which is often) the poor girl would die of thirst if she couldn't.
I feel tremendously guilty that I don't play with her enough. Here I am, home all the time, and I just wish someone else could come over and play with her so I can sleep, or just sit and stare at the wall while my head throbs from the pain.
And yes, the TV is on, and we will likely watch Disney movies all day long. I don't even care.
Don't worry, kids. Your real mom will return soon enough. And hopefully she brings her husband's wife back too. This house is a mess!
I love my kids, really, I do. They are my world. I never felt my life held a purpose until I became a mother. That being said, I just want to go to my room and lay in my bed. I want to watch Netflix all day and moan and cry over my sore mouth (had 2 wisdom teeth removed... worst decision of my life) and my finger, which I sliced yesterday while chopping potatoes for supper because I was too lazy to use a chopping board. So you know what I did? I held the potato on my hand mid-air and tried to cut it up. Well, all that did was slice a chunk out of my finger.
I'm sorry, Rebecca, that I don't want to move from my sitting or laying position to play with you. I am in too much pain, but could you please pass me that pillow? Thanks.
My daughter is amazing, I am so grateful that she is such an understanding, intelligent little girl. Yeah, she has her moments, but over all she is so great. She can even get herself a drink from the fridge without help, which is good because when I am feeding the baby (which is often) the poor girl would die of thirst if she couldn't.
I feel tremendously guilty that I don't play with her enough. Here I am, home all the time, and I just wish someone else could come over and play with her so I can sleep, or just sit and stare at the wall while my head throbs from the pain.
And yes, the TV is on, and we will likely watch Disney movies all day long. I don't even care.
Don't worry, kids. Your real mom will return soon enough. And hopefully she brings her husband's wife back too. This house is a mess!
This is my first post in my first blog!
Why I made this blog:
To bore you to tears. Yup, that's what I do. I tell endless boring stories that really have no point. They aren't funny, and I get embarrassed afterward because I realize I have wasted a few precious moments in the listener's life. Some listeners stare at me with a blank expression, some look as though they have tasted or smelled something nasty, the elderly fall asleep and I worry that I have literally bored them to death.
My kids, on the other hand, eagerly listen to what I have to say and they think I am the most interesting person in the world. One is almost 3 years old, and the other is 3 months. They don't have a choice but to listen to me all day.
I think part of my problem is that I am home with two children under three years old all day long, so any story I would have to tell would be about them or what we did that day. Not many people enjoy hearing about my thoughts on potty training, spit up, poop, or what Caillou did that day. They don't find my stories about how we went to Wal-Mart and spent 2 hours there and didn't end up buying anything because we went to the potty 14 times, changed 4 diapers, had 2 snacks, and a meltdown or two before deciding that it just wasn't worth it, as interesting as one might think.
My husband actually came home from work one day, looked at me and said, "I think it's important that you talk to another adult for at least one hour every day while I'm at work."
So, in order for me to tell my stories or talk about my kids or my day without bothering family, friends, and strangers alike, I have created this blog.
To bore you to tears. Yup, that's what I do. I tell endless boring stories that really have no point. They aren't funny, and I get embarrassed afterward because I realize I have wasted a few precious moments in the listener's life. Some listeners stare at me with a blank expression, some look as though they have tasted or smelled something nasty, the elderly fall asleep and I worry that I have literally bored them to death.
My kids, on the other hand, eagerly listen to what I have to say and they think I am the most interesting person in the world. One is almost 3 years old, and the other is 3 months. They don't have a choice but to listen to me all day.
I think part of my problem is that I am home with two children under three years old all day long, so any story I would have to tell would be about them or what we did that day. Not many people enjoy hearing about my thoughts on potty training, spit up, poop, or what Caillou did that day. They don't find my stories about how we went to Wal-Mart and spent 2 hours there and didn't end up buying anything because we went to the potty 14 times, changed 4 diapers, had 2 snacks, and a meltdown or two before deciding that it just wasn't worth it, as interesting as one might think.
My husband actually came home from work one day, looked at me and said, "I think it's important that you talk to another adult for at least one hour every day while I'm at work."
So, in order for me to tell my stories or talk about my kids or my day without bothering family, friends, and strangers alike, I have created this blog.
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