Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Peter's 4 month check up
I am thankful to have met one of a sweet church member that has two precious small children here because she helped me find a Pediatrician for baby Peter. We were able to set an appointment without running into any problems. Thank You Lord! And Thanks Crystal!
Peter doesn't like to get his shots. Who wouldn't? I'm definitely that way. He cries after the first one. Nothing like Joanna (she's the tougher one). He doesn't even like the oral vaccine either. How funny!
Here is his 4 month stats:
Weight: 16 pounds, 10 oz. (82%)
Height: 25 1/2 inches long (72%)
Head circumference: 16 1/2 (40%)
No wonder! He's been making it hard for me to carry him in his car seat. 16 pounds?! That explains it. Oh, and he's already wearing his 6 months clothing. They are about to get small. That's just crazy!
Peter moves A LOT. And he rolled over! Ok okay... well sort of.. because whenever I lay him on his stomach, I'll find him rolled to his back. Huh?? Yep! And he almost fell off my bed too! I can no longer leave him alone on the bed. He'll wiggle his way around. What I'm trying to say is if he's on his stomach and laying on my bed, he'll push himself until he falls off (but we caught him before anything). Yes I know... he's now safe in the crib. What's interesting is that I'll still find him cornered to the crib and have to scoot him back to the middle. Sighs. I'll post video one day.
Peter doesn't like to get his shots. Who wouldn't? I'm definitely that way. He cries after the first one. Nothing like Joanna (she's the tougher one). He doesn't even like the oral vaccine either. How funny!
Here is his 4 month stats:
Weight: 16 pounds, 10 oz. (82%)
Height: 25 1/2 inches long (72%)
Head circumference: 16 1/2 (40%)
No wonder! He's been making it hard for me to carry him in his car seat. 16 pounds?! That explains it. Oh, and he's already wearing his 6 months clothing. They are about to get small. That's just crazy!
Peter moves A LOT. And he rolled over! Ok okay... well sort of.. because whenever I lay him on his stomach, I'll find him rolled to his back. Huh?? Yep! And he almost fell off my bed too! I can no longer leave him alone on the bed. He'll wiggle his way around. What I'm trying to say is if he's on his stomach and laying on my bed, he'll push himself until he falls off (but we caught him before anything). Yes I know... he's now safe in the crib. What's interesting is that I'll still find him cornered to the crib and have to scoot him back to the middle. Sighs. I'll post video one day.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
VIDEO- Joanna learning her ABCs
I have been teaching Joanna her ABCs. I made flashcards and starting showing her the letters while voicing them. She just amazes me! She's only a year and a half! I just couldn't believe little children like Joanna can actually identify letters!! How awesome is that?! They are smart!!
In this video, you'll have to excuse me. I took this video this morning. As you can tell, I was trying to make sure that I am able to capture all the letters in the the flash card so that you can see...hence you'll noticed my scary looking stares! UGH!!!! Anyway... it was meant to capture Joanna. There I feel better saying that.
By the way, I couldn't convert my video facing the right way... you'll noticed the letters are backwards. I just don't know how to fix it. I guess it's time for me to get a video camera to fix this problem. I think capturing my children on video will make lasting memories! Don't you think?
Just so you know, Joanna hasn't mastered her ABCs yet but she's getting there! She just started learning them a few weeks ago and she's also learning to sing the ABCs song too!
In this video, you'll have to excuse me. I took this video this morning. As you can tell, I was trying to make sure that I am able to capture all the letters in the the flash card so that you can see...hence you'll noticed my scary looking stares! UGH!!!! Anyway... it was meant to capture Joanna. There I feel better saying that.
By the way, I couldn't convert my video facing the right way... you'll noticed the letters are backwards. I just don't know how to fix it. I guess it's time for me to get a video camera to fix this problem. I think capturing my children on video will make lasting memories! Don't you think?
Just so you know, Joanna hasn't mastered her ABCs yet but she's getting there! She just started learning them a few weeks ago and she's also learning to sing the ABCs song too!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Apple Apple Apple
Well I can't get her to not think of apples. It's all my fault. When I was pregnant with Peter I ate apples a lot at nights. I tried tasting different apples but for some reason I prefer the Fuji apples! I'm always looking for them. Strange, huh? I am not sure if I like any others yet (haven't tried all of them). Every apples taste different. By far, FUJI you are my favooooorite!
Ok ok... so anyway, once I've introduced Joanna by giving a bite of MY apple, she was hooked from there on! No kidding! SIGHS. At least, it's a healthy fruit, right? Ain't it funny how she doesn't like apple sauce, apple juice, and apple that are mixed with heavy sugary syrup to it? It's true! She only likes them as they are. FUJI you have been so good to me!!
Here is one of the many occasions when I felt bad about not giving her an apple. Only because we were out of them.
Joanna: Apple? (asking me to give her an apple)
Me: You want banana? (hoping to distract her but then of course to also change her mind and to just give her banana instead because we're out of apples)
Joanna: No. (she shook her head with a stern look and with a serious voice) Apple? (asking again and pointing at the bowl I always put them in then she looked at me to see if I would give her any) Apple Apple Apple (pointing to the bowl)
G- r- e- a- t. I felt a little bad because we ran out of apples and she really wanted some that day. She knows what she wants when she's in the mood for it too! What do I do? I showed her the bowl with no apples in them. And said:
Me: There's no more apples, baby. Daddy will get you some today. We have to wait til he comes home.
I hate it when she looks at me with a sad face. Then she looked at the empty bowl. She was about to cry!! She saw there were no apples. Yep, she was sad. She had this disappointing look on her face. Poor girl! It was funny though but at the same time I wanted to give her apples right then and there. Daddy took the truck so we had to wait for him to come home. When he came home, I told him we need to buy apples and told him what happened. Off we went. Of course, for the Fuji apples! (laughs) That same day but late during the day... okay at night time I gave her an apple and oh just to see the smile of her face! That night she was definitely one happy but I must add spoiled girl. Just so you know, I take the skin off and cut the apple to pieces.
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Yesterday, I was able to take pictures of them together. It is hard when one is asleep or whatnot. I know grandma and grandpa love seeing pictures from time to time of their grandbabies. Well, it's really... all the time! You know it's true! Ha. :) A few weeks can make a difference too. Just look at how big they're becoming!
Ok ok... so anyway, once I've introduced Joanna by giving a bite of MY apple, she was hooked from there on! No kidding! SIGHS. At least, it's a healthy fruit, right? Ain't it funny how she doesn't like apple sauce, apple juice, and apple that are mixed with heavy sugary syrup to it? It's true! She only likes them as they are. FUJI you have been so good to me!!
Here is one of the many occasions when I felt bad about not giving her an apple. Only because we were out of them.
Joanna: Apple? (asking me to give her an apple)
Me: You want banana? (hoping to distract her but then of course to also change her mind and to just give her banana instead because we're out of apples)
Joanna: No. (she shook her head with a stern look and with a serious voice) Apple? (asking again and pointing at the bowl I always put them in then she looked at me to see if I would give her any) Apple Apple Apple (pointing to the bowl)
G- r- e- a- t. I felt a little bad because we ran out of apples and she really wanted some that day. She knows what she wants when she's in the mood for it too! What do I do? I showed her the bowl with no apples in them. And said:
Me: There's no more apples, baby. Daddy will get you some today. We have to wait til he comes home.
I hate it when she looks at me with a sad face. Then she looked at the empty bowl. She was about to cry!! She saw there were no apples. Yep, she was sad. She had this disappointing look on her face. Poor girl! It was funny though but at the same time I wanted to give her apples right then and there. Daddy took the truck so we had to wait for him to come home. When he came home, I told him we need to buy apples and told him what happened. Off we went. Of course, for the Fuji apples! (laughs) That same day but late during the day... okay at night time I gave her an apple and oh just to see the smile of her face! That night she was definitely one happy but I must add spoiled girl. Just so you know, I take the skin off and cut the apple to pieces.
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Yesterday, I was able to take pictures of them together. It is hard when one is asleep or whatnot. I know grandma and grandpa love seeing pictures from time to time of their grandbabies. Well, it's really... all the time! You know it's true! Ha. :) A few weeks can make a difference too. Just look at how big they're becoming!
Monday, April 9, 2012
Easter 2012
The true meaning of Easter is about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Let us be reminded that He is Risen! Hallelujah!
After the church morning service, we had an Easter egg hunt for the kids. It was fun to watch Joanna gather up a few eggs here and there. She didn't even know what to do with them at first. She'll just look at the egg. Then daddy showed her to put it in the bag and off she went to gather more. She was really excited about picking them up from the grass. You'll see her smiling in a few pictures I've taken. A young teenager helped her to begin with then daddy took over. Another female adult named Tammy enjoys watching Joanna and helped her a little too.
Peter was napping the whole time. I was snapping photos the whole time. Oh and um... we don't let Joanna have hard candies yet so we'll eat them for her. *laughs* Thanks baby girl! BUT she can have cakes and pies. Let me tell you.. she knows what those words mean and can you imagine her response? It's too cute!
After the church morning service, we had an Easter egg hunt for the kids. It was fun to watch Joanna gather up a few eggs here and there. She didn't even know what to do with them at first. She'll just look at the egg. Then daddy showed her to put it in the bag and off she went to gather more. She was really excited about picking them up from the grass. You'll see her smiling in a few pictures I've taken. A young teenager helped her to begin with then daddy took over. Another female adult named Tammy enjoys watching Joanna and helped her a little too.
Peter was napping the whole time. I was snapping photos the whole time. Oh and um... we don't let Joanna have hard candies yet so we'll eat them for her. *laughs* Thanks baby girl! BUT she can have cakes and pies. Let me tell you.. she knows what those words mean and can you imagine her response? It's too cute!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
World of Coca Cola
taken on March 19, 2012
Okay so there's only one World of Coca Cola museum that I know of and it's located in Atlanta, Georgia. Because there's only one, I had to go!! I wanted to taste some of the 60 Coca Cola drinks from all around the world. And I did! Well, not all of them because I had enough. Blah. Let's just say that I felt a little sick afterwards. Some of those drinks are a BIG NO-NO to try! Some of them tasted just plain nasty, gross... oh you name it! BUT that's what makes this trip fun, right? Yes, it is fun to try and experience just tasting different drinks from different countries!! Some are good and some are not. YUM (for the sweet tasting ones) and UGH (for the bad ones). If you ever stop by here and want to try it, I think you should! Tee hee hee
I can't remember all the drinks that were bad to the taste but for some reason I definitely can remember a drink called "Beverly" from Italy and it was just N-A-S-T-Y!!! You just have to try it to see what I am talking about. I super dare you to try this one! Just don't be hating me because I was nice enough to warn you. :)
It doesn't matter what day you go it'll be just as busy as the Monday morning when we decided to go. The only thing I wanted to do at the museum was to try all the drinks. I got that accomplished. Other than that, I wasn't too interested in anything else except for a few things like the bubbly technology. Ha!
Okay so there's only one World of Coca Cola museum that I know of and it's located in Atlanta, Georgia. Because there's only one, I had to go!! I wanted to taste some of the 60 Coca Cola drinks from all around the world. And I did! Well, not all of them because I had enough. Blah. Let's just say that I felt a little sick afterwards. Some of those drinks are a BIG NO-NO to try! Some of them tasted just plain nasty, gross... oh you name it! BUT that's what makes this trip fun, right? Yes, it is fun to try and experience just tasting different drinks from different countries!! Some are good and some are not. YUM (for the sweet tasting ones) and UGH (for the bad ones). If you ever stop by here and want to try it, I think you should! Tee hee hee
I can't remember all the drinks that were bad to the taste but for some reason I definitely can remember a drink called "Beverly" from Italy and it was just N-A-S-T-Y!!! You just have to try it to see what I am talking about. I super dare you to try this one! Just don't be hating me because I was nice enough to warn you. :)
It doesn't matter what day you go it'll be just as busy as the Monday morning when we decided to go. The only thing I wanted to do at the museum was to try all the drinks. I got that accomplished. Other than that, I wasn't too interested in anything else except for a few things like the bubbly technology. Ha!
Labor & Delivery of baby Peter
So I'm about 3 months late posting my 2nd pregnancy experience. I would normally post a few week after giving birth because I'm more likely to remember every details. Now I can only remember bits and pieces here and there but hey at least I remember some things. Anyway, I must tell you one thing but then it's nothing new just that every pregnancy is different. Well, my 2nd pregnancy was nothing like the first! NOTHING. PERIOD.
On Friday, December 23rd, 2011 at around 3 in the morning. I started to feel uncomfortable. Let me just start off by saying that my so called "pain" wasn't going away. I didn't think of it at that moment but yes they were contractions! You know what? I actually thought that my water was going to break just like it did with my first pregnancy. Well, you've guessed right... it didn't and I've only had consistent contractions every few minutes apart. Before heading to the hospital, I decided to wait about 30 minutes to see if they'll go away. Of course, it didn't. It didn't seemed real or anything because my due date was supposed to be January 4th, 2012. And I remembered my doctor mentioned if my contractions were happening every few minutes apart then to go to the hospital. Sure enough that was the plan. I'm glad I had all three bags packed and ready to go (mine, Joanna and baby Peter's). We left home to drop off Joanna at Pastor's house. Rose said she would be willing to take care of Joanna for us. We were so thankful for their willingness. Normally, we don't leave Joanna with anyone because we're pretty protective of her. And yes we are still protective parents. Anyway, I had all this planned in advanced incase I go into labor and it worked out. Then there goes my trip to the wonderful (sarcasm) hospital located in Flower Mound, Texas. Once we were at the hospital, I was still feeling the same, alert and walking with no major contractions just yet. In other words, my contractions didn't hurt so bad. Because of that, I wasn't quite sure if it was a real or false one. The only way to find out was to have the nurse check me. The nurse told me to changed clothes and sit on the bed so that they can put what looks like a plastic stethoscope or something on and around my stomach. Then put something maybe it's called ambulatory that goes around my arm to check my blood pressure or something, the nurse even put something on my finger (I'm guessing for my heart beat). But all in all I'm in all these crazy machinery that does its job to keep track of my contractions. I was told that I needed to stay for an hour to see confirm if I'm having contractions or not. So after waiting an hour, it was confirmed that I actually had real contractions! I'm glad I'd listened to my body. I just couldn't believe it was actually happening! On Christmas eve eve!! Craziness having a baby just in time for Christmas. A great Christmas gift too!! Don't you think? I do!! Anyway, I was just used to having my water break and I didn't with this pregnancy.
I am trying not to complain but everything didn't go as I had hoped with this pregnancy. So what, right? Well, this happened twice now that my doctor wasn't on called (she didn't get to deliver baby Peter) and I had to deal with a male doctor whom I wasn't comfortable with and one that didn't seemed to care (that's how I felt with him). Oh and I had to get pricked again with a needle to have Penicillin or some kind of antibiotics from a plastic bag passing through a tube (where they pricked me) to my hand (to treat my Group B infection). While getting pricked, I was worried that I had to deal with a nurse missing my vein. It happened with my first pregnancy getting pricked 5-6 times before the nurse got it right and oh it hurts!! Can you imagine that? I cried. But this time wasn't so bad because this nurse got it in the second time. Better than 5 times or I'll cry. I sure don't like them needles! Here is how it happened... the nurse missed putting the needle in my left arm (where my vein just happen to close) with that she had to try a different spot and tried again on top of my hand (where she finally got it in one of my veins). She said that my veins were small and that it was hard for her to get it in because her first try my vein just closed. Weird. It's like my body is saying "NO NO" to that location. I find it amazing how my own body response! My vein closed? Really?? So that IV antibiotic that was placed in the plastic bag and passed on through me... just BURNS!!! I'd never had that problem before but this time I did and I told the nurse about how it burns and all she said she could do was to turn it down (the flow) but sadly, it still burns. UGH. Even though, she said it'll go away, it didn't. You see what I mean by not being the same as my first pregnancy?! I had to suffer dealing with pain plus having a needle injecting a liquid that burns! OWWW! *frowns* As time went by, only a few hours into my stay, I had only dilated to 5 cm. The doctor came to check on me without explaining what he was going to do and decided to stick what looks like a long needle into my cervix or uterus or vagina (whatever you want to call it) area and busted my water!!! Seriously?! Without telling me?! Making me nervous?! Thanks a lot! Just to find out afterwards that he wanted me to dilated more and breaking my water helps it to go by quicker. Wonderful. (sarcasm) Come on! Don't you agree he should have told me what he was doing first?? You see what I mean!? I don't mean to be rude but I did not like him for the fact that he didn't care enough to ease my mind but then it applies to everything. Oh I've never experienced this before and to have the doctor break my water was scary. I didn't want to show him how I wasn't happy with him and decided to just trust him do his job... but still, you know?? I rather have a doctor that explains what procedures or whatever they'll be doing on me than someone that doesn't. Most of us would!!
Because my water broke, my contractions has gotten worse as time went by and I was feeling VERY VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. Although, I was able to get up and go to the restroom but oh how my pain was getting in the way! Unlike my first pregnancy, I'd felt like I had to use number one very badly but couldn't go... it's like I was holding in my urine plus having pressure at the same time. Doesn't that make any sense? I'm trying to get you to understand how I was feeling but it's hard for me to even explain it. Then the nurse and doctor came into the room to see if I was ready or not. Sure enough the doctor said I was ready. But how did they know I started to feel very uncomfortable? Matt said earlier he went to get a cup of coffee and when he came back he just happened to noticed that they have a lot of televisions where they can watch people like me?! What?! So the whole time I was in the room, they had hidden video cameras?! Again, they didn't tell me that? I forgot what I even did!! I hope nothing embarrassing. Wow, I didn't even have a clue that I was being watched the whole time I was there. Care to explain?? Anyway, remember how I tried explaining how I felt about holding my urine? Well, because it was time to give birth I felt like I was going to pee right then and there giving birth! They wouldn't let me go to the restroom because it was time to push. Great! Yep, it was then and there when the nurse told me to start pushing and I sure did. "PUSH PUSH PUSH!!", she said. I was pushing pushing and pushing then I got exhausted. Oh man, it gets tiring!! I took a short break from pushing then go at it again. In all of that while I was pushing, I'd felt the doctor "cut" me. It's called episiotomy, it is a surgical incision done to enlarge the vaginal opening to allow the baby to come through when delivered. OUCH!!! Usually, I don't think about it but because I was watching him coming to me while I was pushing... I was able to "feel" it. It's sort of like a mental thing, you know? Let's get my story over with, so I've only pushed like about 2 or 3 times and then VOILA baby Peter came into the world! What a beautiful baby boy! I didn't see any pointy cone head or flat nose this time! It was nice to get that instant touch although he was covered in well... you know... all that yucky stuff. I was like.. wow, that's my baby boy! He's finally here. Yay! After I got to touch him, they quickly took him away to clean him (I understood and was glad knowing they kept him in the same room with me) then they gave him back to me to hold and feed him. Good because I wanted to hold him and bond with him. Can you imagine how happy I was to get this over with? I was just happy that I decided to relax and let everyone do their job as in cleaning me and all. I know they'll take good care of me and they did. Those nurses have does a great job but it's something I couldn't even do because they have to help walk me to the bathroom, changed me, clean me up and so on. Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful for them! Because I didn't know what to do and needed their help. Just out of curiosity, I asked this one nurse, "Do you love what you do?" She said, "Yes, I love my job. I love helping people and I care for them." She went on and on but just knowing that she cared enough to help was wonderful. I really respect what she does because she took very good care of me. Whenever I needed her, she was there for me. She even comes to check up on me without me having to call her. How sweet!
Unlike Joanna, baby Peter was born with flaky skin and had cradle cap. Oh and even grunts a lot! No kidding!! He's also a snacker (very light eater like he'll be done eating in two minutes). That's right, he'll eat for a few minutes and then doze off. I'm not kidding! With Joanna she's different...she'll stay and eat for as long as 20 minutes. You see? But the pediatrician said that as long as he's gaining weight, he's fine.
Well friends... that's about all I can say for this experience. I know I am missing out on a lot of other details but this will have to do. All I can say is that this pregnancy is different than my first. It was even longer too! Well, expect for the pushing part but I was in contractions for about 8 hours!
On Friday, December 23rd, 2011 at around 3 in the morning. I started to feel uncomfortable. Let me just start off by saying that my so called "pain" wasn't going away. I didn't think of it at that moment but yes they were contractions! You know what? I actually thought that my water was going to break just like it did with my first pregnancy. Well, you've guessed right... it didn't and I've only had consistent contractions every few minutes apart. Before heading to the hospital, I decided to wait about 30 minutes to see if they'll go away. Of course, it didn't. It didn't seemed real or anything because my due date was supposed to be January 4th, 2012. And I remembered my doctor mentioned if my contractions were happening every few minutes apart then to go to the hospital. Sure enough that was the plan. I'm glad I had all three bags packed and ready to go (mine, Joanna and baby Peter's). We left home to drop off Joanna at Pastor's house. Rose said she would be willing to take care of Joanna for us. We were so thankful for their willingness. Normally, we don't leave Joanna with anyone because we're pretty protective of her. And yes we are still protective parents. Anyway, I had all this planned in advanced incase I go into labor and it worked out. Then there goes my trip to the wonderful (sarcasm) hospital located in Flower Mound, Texas. Once we were at the hospital, I was still feeling the same, alert and walking with no major contractions just yet. In other words, my contractions didn't hurt so bad. Because of that, I wasn't quite sure if it was a real or false one. The only way to find out was to have the nurse check me. The nurse told me to changed clothes and sit on the bed so that they can put what looks like a plastic stethoscope or something on and around my stomach. Then put something maybe it's called ambulatory that goes around my arm to check my blood pressure or something, the nurse even put something on my finger (I'm guessing for my heart beat). But all in all I'm in all these crazy machinery that does its job to keep track of my contractions. I was told that I needed to stay for an hour to see confirm if I'm having contractions or not. So after waiting an hour, it was confirmed that I actually had real contractions! I'm glad I'd listened to my body. I just couldn't believe it was actually happening! On Christmas eve eve!! Craziness having a baby just in time for Christmas. A great Christmas gift too!! Don't you think? I do!! Anyway, I was just used to having my water break and I didn't with this pregnancy.
I am trying not to complain but everything didn't go as I had hoped with this pregnancy. So what, right? Well, this happened twice now that my doctor wasn't on called (she didn't get to deliver baby Peter) and I had to deal with a male doctor whom I wasn't comfortable with and one that didn't seemed to care (that's how I felt with him). Oh and I had to get pricked again with a needle to have Penicillin or some kind of antibiotics from a plastic bag passing through a tube (where they pricked me) to my hand (to treat my Group B infection). While getting pricked, I was worried that I had to deal with a nurse missing my vein. It happened with my first pregnancy getting pricked 5-6 times before the nurse got it right and oh it hurts!! Can you imagine that? I cried. But this time wasn't so bad because this nurse got it in the second time. Better than 5 times or I'll cry. I sure don't like them needles! Here is how it happened... the nurse missed putting the needle in my left arm (where my vein just happen to close) with that she had to try a different spot and tried again on top of my hand (where she finally got it in one of my veins). She said that my veins were small and that it was hard for her to get it in because her first try my vein just closed. Weird. It's like my body is saying "NO NO" to that location. I find it amazing how my own body response! My vein closed? Really?? So that IV antibiotic that was placed in the plastic bag and passed on through me... just BURNS!!! I'd never had that problem before but this time I did and I told the nurse about how it burns and all she said she could do was to turn it down (the flow) but sadly, it still burns. UGH. Even though, she said it'll go away, it didn't. You see what I mean by not being the same as my first pregnancy?! I had to suffer dealing with pain plus having a needle injecting a liquid that burns! OWWW! *frowns* As time went by, only a few hours into my stay, I had only dilated to 5 cm. The doctor came to check on me without explaining what he was going to do and decided to stick what looks like a long needle into my cervix or uterus or vagina (whatever you want to call it) area and busted my water!!! Seriously?! Without telling me?! Making me nervous?! Thanks a lot! Just to find out afterwards that he wanted me to dilated more and breaking my water helps it to go by quicker. Wonderful. (sarcasm) Come on! Don't you agree he should have told me what he was doing first?? You see what I mean!? I don't mean to be rude but I did not like him for the fact that he didn't care enough to ease my mind but then it applies to everything. Oh I've never experienced this before and to have the doctor break my water was scary. I didn't want to show him how I wasn't happy with him and decided to just trust him do his job... but still, you know?? I rather have a doctor that explains what procedures or whatever they'll be doing on me than someone that doesn't. Most of us would!!
Because my water broke, my contractions has gotten worse as time went by and I was feeling VERY VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. Although, I was able to get up and go to the restroom but oh how my pain was getting in the way! Unlike my first pregnancy, I'd felt like I had to use number one very badly but couldn't go... it's like I was holding in my urine plus having pressure at the same time. Doesn't that make any sense? I'm trying to get you to understand how I was feeling but it's hard for me to even explain it. Then the nurse and doctor came into the room to see if I was ready or not. Sure enough the doctor said I was ready. But how did they know I started to feel very uncomfortable? Matt said earlier he went to get a cup of coffee and when he came back he just happened to noticed that they have a lot of televisions where they can watch people like me?! What?! So the whole time I was in the room, they had hidden video cameras?! Again, they didn't tell me that? I forgot what I even did!! I hope nothing embarrassing. Wow, I didn't even have a clue that I was being watched the whole time I was there. Care to explain?? Anyway, remember how I tried explaining how I felt about holding my urine? Well, because it was time to give birth I felt like I was going to pee right then and there giving birth! They wouldn't let me go to the restroom because it was time to push. Great! Yep, it was then and there when the nurse told me to start pushing and I sure did. "PUSH PUSH PUSH!!", she said. I was pushing pushing and pushing then I got exhausted. Oh man, it gets tiring!! I took a short break from pushing then go at it again. In all of that while I was pushing, I'd felt the doctor "cut" me. It's called episiotomy, it is a surgical incision done to enlarge the vaginal opening to allow the baby to come through when delivered. OUCH!!! Usually, I don't think about it but because I was watching him coming to me while I was pushing... I was able to "feel" it. It's sort of like a mental thing, you know? Let's get my story over with, so I've only pushed like about 2 or 3 times and then VOILA baby Peter came into the world! What a beautiful baby boy! I didn't see any pointy cone head or flat nose this time! It was nice to get that instant touch although he was covered in well... you know... all that yucky stuff. I was like.. wow, that's my baby boy! He's finally here. Yay! After I got to touch him, they quickly took him away to clean him (I understood and was glad knowing they kept him in the same room with me) then they gave him back to me to hold and feed him. Good because I wanted to hold him and bond with him. Can you imagine how happy I was to get this over with? I was just happy that I decided to relax and let everyone do their job as in cleaning me and all. I know they'll take good care of me and they did. Those nurses have does a great job but it's something I couldn't even do because they have to help walk me to the bathroom, changed me, clean me up and so on. Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful for them! Because I didn't know what to do and needed their help. Just out of curiosity, I asked this one nurse, "Do you love what you do?" She said, "Yes, I love my job. I love helping people and I care for them." She went on and on but just knowing that she cared enough to help was wonderful. I really respect what she does because she took very good care of me. Whenever I needed her, she was there for me. She even comes to check up on me without me having to call her. How sweet!
Unlike Joanna, baby Peter was born with flaky skin and had cradle cap. Oh and even grunts a lot! No kidding!! He's also a snacker (very light eater like he'll be done eating in two minutes). That's right, he'll eat for a few minutes and then doze off. I'm not kidding! With Joanna she's different...she'll stay and eat for as long as 20 minutes. You see? But the pediatrician said that as long as he's gaining weight, he's fine.
Well friends... that's about all I can say for this experience. I know I am missing out on a lot of other details but this will have to do. All I can say is that this pregnancy is different than my first. It was even longer too! Well, expect for the pushing part but I was in contractions for about 8 hours!
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