Three Drunk Monkeys

All is Fair in Love and Football November 29, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — drunkmunkies @ 11:31 am

Ian and I had our first post-baby date on Sunday.  A few weeks ago, he asked if he could go see the Redskins/Seahawks game here.  I frowned… I didn’t want him to go because I wanted to go.  So I asked if I could go too.  We got 4 tickets – 2 for us and 2 more for our friends – and asked Ari and Pam to babysit the girl for a day (they owe us after all).

It was awesome!  This was the first pro football game I’d ever been to, and what better matchup?  Ian and I both wore our jerseys.  I fed the girl and then we left around 11 am or so.  We got to the stadium around 12:30 – and my boobs started hurting.  😦  Not being able to feed the girl for a day was going to take it’s toll on me.  I only had a few issues with that throughout the day, thankfully… that hurts!  I did feel slightly guilty about leaving her for a day, only because of the feedings.  We do supplement with formula, but the only time she’s had a full day of it was when I was sick and SUPER dehydrated.  Breastfeeding is so much easier on her little digestive system (and she totally doesn’t dig the formula poops, poor thing).

Ian had a more, um… intense experience than I did… He’s never been to a game while rooting for the opposing team.  It got to the point that I made sure that people could see my jersey – I’m with him, but not WITH him… Yikes!  But the comments were a little more subdued when we left since the Seahawks lost.  There’s strength in numbers, and the camaraderie between strangers is really interesting to watch.  All I kept thinking was, “This would make a great sociology paper!”

Noteworthy things:

It was 2.5 hours before I thought of Abby (I wanted to be able to let go – out of sight, out of mind).

I got to drink 2 beers (woohoo), but didn’t think I could handle anymore.

Ian dropped his brand new phone and it hit the edge of his beer which tipped over (boooo)…

We got Abby a little Seahawks teddy bear (named him Largent).

It was cold and rainy, but we were luckily in a covered section.  If they had been going around with Irish Coffees instead of beer, I would still be passed out in the bleachers.

I rode the Seattle public bus for the first time (and one of the guys we were with made fun of me).

Abby slept A LOT that day… so Sunday night/Monday morning sucked.  😦

I missed my girl, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.

 

 

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Mama Bear is Gonna Get You & Being a Helicopter Parent November 24, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — drunkmunkies @ 8:34 am

Ian and I went to Costco yesterday to pick up some last minute things for Thanksgiving.  It was pouring rain all day, so for the dash from the exit to the car I had covered a sleeping Abby and her carseat with a blanket so she wouldn’t get wet.   Ian and I were getting ourselves together for the run and there’s a lady kinda looking at the covered carseat as she’s walking by.  Ian noticed her too and said to her “Yeah, sorry she’s covered, but she’s asleep.”  The lady then proceeded to lift the blanket to get a good look.  I just stood there and looked away, trusting Ian to correct her.

How on earth is this okay?!  Had she asked for a peek underneath, I still would’ve said no. WTF? She’s covered for a reason.

One of my coworkers started calling me Mama Bear when she found out I was pregnant.  At first it annoyed me, but I’m learning that I truly am.  Ian thinks it’s funny that I’m so fiercely protective of Abby, but occasionally I feel myself worrying about what the future holds.  I’m a huge fan of a blog called Free Range Kids.  Reading it makes me realize how much things have changed even since I was a kid.  My parents let me do things that are frowned on now (fishing for crayfish in the drain pipes under the road come to mind).  I would love to parent in the “free range style,” but then something happens like at Costco and it makes me wonder if I’ll be able to do it.  Is it because she’s so young?  When will she be old enough for me to let go?

 

“I have a terrific marriage, but unlike a lot of relationships where they ebb and flow, no matter what happens you fall deeper and deeper in love every day. It’s kind of the best thing that can happen to you. It’s thrilling.” -Hugh Jackman November 20, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — drunkmunkies @ 7:34 pm

Yesterday I mentioned that Ian had Daddy Duty so I could go to JoAnn’s and he could ditch me and Abby for football today.  Last night we were talking about our arrangement and one of our guy friends who has a 16 month old got really excited.  “You get to go to football?!”  I thought that was pretty funny.

We have this arrangement  to keep each other sane… it’s the same reason that we split the night time duties.  Both of us need time away from the kid and each other, and we both need sleep.  Without sleep, I’m useless to everyone, and I’m sure Ian would be too.  For the moms who exclusively breast feed and get up every 2-3 hours all hours of the day… I have no idea how you do it.  I’m so impressed.  I feel like I would be much more likely to have a serious case of postpartum depression (due to lack of sleep) if I did… you’re amazing!

On that note, my hubby is awesome.  He has been a fantastic support system.  There are people on the BabyCenter boards who always complain about their husbands and the stupid things they say.  Luckily, it has never ever occurred to me to contribute to these – just to laugh at them.  Ian has been a real trooper with everything from being my voice during Abby’s delivery to making sure I can shower or just get away.  He always makes sure that I eat first and tells me that I need to get outta the house and he’ll watch her.  I know that there are a lot of people out there going, “Um, yeah… he’d better be.  You had the kid.”  But there are SO many men that wouldn’t do this… we’re in this together and it’s nice to be able to say that.  There are so many husbands/fathers out there that aren’t interested in helping, and leave the work up to the mothers.  I’m not sure if Ian is so helpful because it’s his job as a parent (or he wants to) or he recognizes that it’s paramount to his survival in his relationship with me or both.  In any case, I love him to death and can’t express enough how much he means to me.  Hopefully he just knows.

 

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“There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson November 19, 2011

Filed under: Sleep Deprivation — drunkmunkies @ 4:53 pm

Poor Ian.  He has had next to no sleep today.

During his shift last night, Abby decided that she wanted to stay up until 2 am.  He got up around 9 am or so this morning after a fitful night of sleeping.  And since he’s going to watch football with the guys tomorrow, he had daddy duty today and I got go frolic sans kiddo (which means a trip to JoAnn’s).  She was super fussy all day today too.  Wouldn’t eat and when she did, she gulped it down and managed to spit it all up.  On Ian.

I gave him a trick to use to make her slow down a little.  So she got a bottle (I’m a little low sometimes, but we’re working on it), and then her and Ian fell asleep on the rocker.  I finally put her in the boppy on the couch next to me and sent Ian upstairs.  She quickly fell asleep with me stroking her head, snoring peacefully.

It snowed this morning and I just grabbed the mail… it smells like it’ll snow some more tonight.  I have to say, it’s nice to nurse the girl by the fire when it’s dark and early in the morning.  Getting up is a challenge most mornings.  I almost cried this morning because I really didn’t want to do it.  When the light starts to rise and touch her sleeping face, I marvel at how I could ever be annoyed with her.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning and went downstairs with the girl.  She fell asleep again on me and didn’t wake up to eat until 7:45.  Curse her and her wacky sleeping habits.  I can’t wait until she can roll over and we can put her on her back to sleep.

 

In My Free Time…. November 18, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — drunkmunkies @ 3:51 pm

A short introduction for this blog.

The reason that I started it was to have someplace to vent/share information.  Waking up at 4 or 5 am everyday with an infant leaves you for a lot of time to think.  It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so I thought it would be a good time to start again.  My hopes for this is to keep friends/family up-to-date with baby goings-on and keep some of the details off of FaceBook.  Believe it or not, I have some friends who may not be interested in the girl’s diapers or how she’s sleeping!

I’m sure there will be some other random things that pop up in the course of writing – they always do.  I’ve had lots of time to read some other mommy blogs, so there are some interesting/ridiculous subjects that I’ve come across.  Hopefully when I go back to work in January, I’ll be able to keep this up.  Maybe not as frequently, but I am after all sharing info about Abby mainly, and she’s growing so fast.  I should have plenty of topics to talk about.

 

My Birth Story November 17, 2011

Filed under: Birth,Pain — drunkmunkies @ 5:29 am

If you don’t want the full details, don’t read this.  It has grossness and a few choice words (although if I included all the cussing I did, there’d be a lot more)…

From my iPhone:

2:30a – water breaks

3:19a – contraction? Slow and steady peaking menstrual cramp

3:29a – contraction

3:51a – contraction. Lower back hurt a little more on that one.

4:01a – contraction. Low and longer, but mild. Less than last time.

4:09a – contraction. More than last time.

4:16a- contraction. Intense.  More back pain, more pain than last one.

4:25a – low and slow. Less than last time, back pain.

4:29a – more than last time, but short.

4:38a – more than last time. Back pain.

4:46a – more than last time. Back pain.

4:52a – about the same as last time. Back pain.

4:58a – about the same as last time. Back pain.

5:03a – BM (cleaning house?  Haha!). Girl is still moving around. Kind of annoying actually.  Wish she’d stay put.

5:09a – about the same as last time. Back pain.  Dry mouth, starting to feel a little nauseous.

5:25a – about the same as last time, short. Back pain.

5:32a – about the same as last time. Back pain.

5:37a – worse than last time. Back pain.

5:45a – same as last time. Back pain, mild menstrual feeling. Starting to feel sweaty.

5:58a – less than last time. Back pain better-used heating pad, mild menstrual feeling.

6:04a –

6:11a –

6:14a –

6:17a –

6:30a – missed writing in 2 contractions.   Threw up with one of them.

6:35a

6:39a

6:46a

I fear that I’ve waited too long to write this.  Abby is 3 weeks old as of yesterday, and I’ve gotten to the point that I feel like I could do it again despite the pain.

I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom (oh, the joys of pregnancy).  On the way back to the bedroom, I felt what I thought was me going to the bathroom again.  I quickly realized that was not the case, as it kept coming and I had just emptied my bladder.  I went back to the bathroom and put on one of the pads that I had bought for postpartum bleeding.

I went into the bedroom and Ian was stirring, so I told him “Uh, Ian… I think my water just broke.”  This of course caused him to fly into action.  “Are you sure?”… “Um, yeah.”…  “Are you having any contractions?”… “Um, no.”  We weren’t really sure what to do.  I vaguely remembered the doctor saying that if I went into labor in the middle of the night, unless the contractions were coming hard and fast, she didn’t need to know and it could wait until the morning.

Ian left to call the doctor, and I decided that now would be a good time to pack my overnight bag (which I had procrastinated in packing… because I’m a first time mom… why would I be early?) and changed into clothes that I planned on spending my anticipated long labor in.

Ian left a voicemail for the on-call nurse and came back upstairs.  By then, I had finished calmly packing my bag and decided to go back to sleep.  Something I had read said if I went into labor in the middle of the night, get as much sleep as you can because you would need it later… and since I wasn’t having contractions, that sounded like a fine idea.

At 3:20am, I had my first one.  After a couple, I started keeping track to see how far apart they were.  Around 4 am, Ian asked if I was texting people or if I was having contractions.  I told him I was having contractions, but I didn’t need him yet for support.  When I did, I would let him know.  Around 5am, I started feeling sick and my back was starting to hurt, so I decided to go downstairs and use the heating pad.

Things sped up very quickly after that.  On the baby boards, you hear about people vomiting during “transition”… which is what I started doing.  At 6:18am, I sent a text to Ian:  “I might need you here in the next 15-20 mins” and one to family at 6:40 that my water had broken and that we were heading to the hospital.  Somewhere in there I called a left voicemails for work too… I was still working full time.

I was on all fours by this time and I stopped tracking the contractions… I just wasn’t able to any more.  Ian got the stuff in the car and off we went.

I don’t really remember the drive into the city.  I know that we stopped by Ari and Pam’s place to pick up the good camera.  It’s about 25 miles to the hospital and we hit a little bit of traffic (thank goodness traffic was headed in the opposite direction).  I have flashes of the trip in… Issaquah, Bellevue, Mercer Island, the exit into the city… it actually went very fast – I was otherwise preoccupied.  At some point when we were nearing the hospital, Ian asked how far the contractions were.  I said I wasn’t sure.  I wasn’t tracking them at that point.  “Have you had more than 4?”… “Yes.”

We got into the city and took a while trying to figure out where we were going.  It was about 7:45 or 8 am and we couldn’t remember when the ER opened or whether to park and then find the labor and delivery ward.  Ian pulled into the ER bay and ran inside to grab a nurse.  She came out with a wheelchair and Ian went to go park the car.  I was taken to triage so they could assess if I was actually ready to go to labor and delivery.  When the nurse (or doctor – I’m not sure) checked to see how dilated I was (which is excruciating, by the way – there may have been some screaming involved – and nail marks in Ian’s hand), she looked at me and said “Well no wonder you’re in pain.  You’re fully dilated.”

I looked at Ian.  “What?!”   The nurse then asked me what my birth plans were.  I hesitated.  I was in so much pain that I honestly considered an epidural.  I couldn’t even say what I wanted.  Ian spoke up for me (SO glad that he was there and on board with my decision).  “The plan was to go natural?” he asked with raised eyebrows.  I nodded.

I was wheeled up to L&D, prepped, and then began to push.  For two and half hours.  This is where it gets a little blurry and repetitive.  In between pushing, they had me rolling to my side to keep the pressure off my back.  I was really, REALLY hot and asked for a fan (we’d left the one we brought in the car).  Ian and the nurses kept trying to get me to drink water to stay hydrated, and I didn’t want to because I was worried it would make me sick.  That the pushing was every 30 seconds to a minute with not much respite in between.

After about two hours, the on-call OB and my doctor started going over options (who had only recently gotten there due to rush hour traffic and mixed messages from the hospital).  The baby was presenting in the occiput posterior (OP) position – also called “sunny side up” – which is a misnomer if I ever heard one.  This presents a bit of a challenging delivery.  My face was getting swollen from the pressure of pushing and I was getting tired as was the baby.  At this point, the options were to have a vacuum assisted birth or a c-section.  The doctors both said that they were sure that I could do it with a vacuum assisted, so we chose that since I wanted to avoid a c-section unless absolutely necessary.  They did warn us that there could be some injury to the girl, but that it was slim.  I trust my doctor, so I knew she wouldn’t offer that option if it wasn’t mostly safe – and she knew what was in my birth plan and I trust her to follow it to the best of her ability.

The bottom part of the bed was removed to allow better access to my “undercarriage”, and we proceeded with the birth.  After a few pushes with the equipment, it was clear that there would need to be a little more room made to help the baby out.  I was given an episiotomy (I think they mentioned something about a local anesthetic, but it sure as heck didn’t feel like it – and by the way, those are not small cuts).  Between all the pushing and the episiotomy, there was a whole lot of yelling and screaming (yes, I ended up being that women who you can hear down the hallway in labor… lots of cussing too… but only in the last hour or so when it was getting pretty bad).  With a few final pushes, we got the girl out in one piece and without any drugs!

There are details that I’m sure I’m missing, but the memory has faded fast.  Moral of the story is I got the birth I wanted (but not what I expected), and I and the little girl are healthy with no complications, and have healed beautifully.

 

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