Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Wipe Warmer

"Biggest wastes of money" - This is a direct quote from the 2010 Baby Bargains book discussing the infamous wipe warmer.

Hence, we did NOT register for one, buy one or even want one.
In fact, I'll admit I giggled to myself when I saw it on other people's registries. Thinking to myself "psshhh, what a waste of money. We're soooooo much smarter than that!"

I mean, c'mon, babies have been dealing with room temp or (GASP) even cold wipes for years. Why now, in 2011 do we need to warm the wipes used to clean our babies butts? Does this make me cruel? Heartless? Hopefully not.

Fast forward to our first night home. Keep in mind that while in the hospital Charlotte spent the entire stay in NICU so we had very little to do with the diaper changes and putting her to sleep. Really other than feeding her we didn't get to do a whole lot. And even then a nurse called me when she was ready for me. I felt so used! Just kidding! :)
My point here is that something as simple as a cry was foreign to us.

So when we put her on her changing table for the first time and heard the most awful scream known to new parents we were shocked.

Fast forward again to around 3:30am the following morning. After another deafening diaper change and very little sleep Troy collapses in bed beside me and his only words were: wipe warmer.

Gaaaaa!!! We're such suckers.
But I'll be the first to admit it: Diaper changes are 100% better. The wipe warmer totally earned it's place beside the changing pad.

In my mind the below picture has an angelic light surrounding it.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Happy Birthday!!!! (Warning - long post)

Well, I'm not sure where you got it. Certainly not from your Dad or I. Not only were you punctual but you were EARLY....a virtue that neither your dad or I possess.

"Be active"
This was the advise of my OB on Friday afternoon after he had discovered that I was already 3cm dilated. He debated for a couple hours whether or not to send me to labor and delivery and in the end sent me home. A little persuasion from me helped too. I certainly didn't feel as if I was in labor and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck in the hospital overnight just sitting around. I mean c'mon.....I'm the size of a house and can't get comfortable anywhere...being home is like heaven at this point. So home I went.
Saturday morning we woke up and decided to go for a walk. We strolled to one of the little shopping areas close to us. Arm in arm. We shopped, we stopped for a hot chocolate, we were "active".
And being so active calls for a nap of course!
So, around 4:30 we put in a movie, pulled the curtains shut and laid down for a well deserved afternoon nap.
About an hour, and distinctive "POP" later I turned to Troy and said "Ummm....I think my water just broke"
"Really?" he asked
"I think so, let me stand up. Eck! Yes, I'm sure. Ewwww."
"Ok then. Let's go have ourselves a baby!"

We left the house an hour later and were on our way to the hospital. 15 mins later we were in our first room of the night.
They confirmed that yes, my water had indeed broke...which was good. I was REALLY hoping that I hadn't simply peed myself....loss of bodily functions being another of pregnancy's little secrets.

Another hour and I had gone from no pain, to about a 4 on a scale of 1-10.

10 mins later I was moved to the labor and delivery room upstairs. By this time my contractions were painful to say the least and gracing me with their presence approx every 2 mins. Don't let people fool you. Labor is NOT pleasant.

Next up the nurse asked me what my pain management expectation was. Epidural I replied between Heee, Haaaa, Heeee, Hoooo.
As a side note this is something that I debated for months. I think of myself as a strong person. Someone who can handle a decent amount of pain. But here's the thing, with all the unknowns in labor I wasn't sure I'd be strong enough for a natural birth. What if I simply "gave up"? Or what if I planned to do natural and then wimped out? Would I be disappointed in myself? In the experience? And what about the risks that go along with it? I mean we're sticking a needle into the spine?! Scary stuff!
In the end the epidural was the right decision for me. I realize this isn't for everyone, but for me it was. And to those who choose do the natural thing I completely understand the decision. Who knows, maybe next time (if there is a next time) I'll feel differently.

So next up the anesthesiologist with his magic epidural needle joined our little labor party. Hospital policy at Northwestern is that no one but the patient and hospital staff is allowed in the room while it is being administered. Bye Troy, I love you. :(
30 mins later (epidural only takes about 30 secs to take effect, but all the prep work and fact that they had to stick me 5 times before they placed it (ERRRRRRRR) made it a bit longer) Trust me 30 mins was like an eternity.

At this point I still haven't been checked "down there" so we have no idea how far along I am. And I'm thinking to myself "I'm such a wimp! I wanted to wait longer to get the epidural!"

In comes the nurse to check me out. I should probably add here that any modesty I had was promptly checked at the door when I checked into the hospital. More people saw my lady parts than I had ever expected. The worst part? I had put off getting waxed until the follow week so that I was all cleaned up for our due date 2 weeks later!. Ahhh Crap!
So anyways, the nurse says "Hmmm.....wow! I can't even feel a cervix. You're 9.5cm"
So basically I got my epidural when I was pretty much fully dilated. Looking back I'm glad that they didn't check before giving me the drugs. I may not have gotten it at that point and I don't think the entire process would have been remotely as enjoyable. Yes, enjoyable. That's exactly the way I would describe it. When you take away 80% of the pain it's easy to focus on the good. And how much good there is. The birth of your child is amazing. It truly is a miracle.

To wrap things up, I pushed for about an hour, maybe a little less. My nurse was great, and Troy was absolutely wonderful.
He was by my side holding my hand the entire time. Thank you for being an amazing husband and for being the great father I know you will be. I love you.

Troy's first words: It's a girl and she shot out like a rocket!
Deidra's first words: She's perfect.

Welcome to the world!!!

Charlotte Jean Haigh
Born at 12:39am Sunday January 9th, 2011
6 pounds 6 ounces
19 1/4 inches long
And a full head of hair! (I thought for sure we'd have a bald baby!)

Monday, January 17, 2011

Letter to Baby H (written a couple weeks ago but an early surprise kept me from posting)

Dear Baby H,

In less than 3 weeks I will hold you in my arms and confirm that which I already know…..that although we have not yet met I am completely in love with you.

Everyday I am amazed that your dad and I have created this life….this life that is one half him and one half me…what a perfect combination. These past 9 months have gone by so quickly. We’ve had so much fun watching you grow and move around in those cramped quarters. The expression on your dad’s face the first time he felt you move will forever be one of my favorite memories. We are so excited to welcome you into our arms, our lives…..our hearts.

I can’t promise that we will always know the right things to do. We’re not perfect and you’ll soon discover this on your own. We’re learning from you just as you’re learning from us. We’ll laugh together, we’ll cry together, we’ll live life and through it all the one thing that I can promise you is that you will be loved. Unconditionally.

May you go through life living each day for all it’s worth. And may you always be kind and gracious. May you learn to be patient, not only with others, but also with yourself. And may you learn the art of forgiveness. We do not live in a perfect world and I promise you this will be one of the hardest lessons you learn during your life.

Life will not always be kind, or fair, or easy. But always remember that it is only what you make of it. Never be afraid to dream too big or take the road less traveled. Never be afraid to make mistakes. This is how we learn.

Most importantly may you always know how much you are loved.

I can’t wait to meet you.

I love you,

P.S. Apologies ahead of time for that scary day in the delivery room where we tear you away from everything you’ve known. But one day you’ll understand that it wasn’t really optional. You see, if you didn’t come out to meet us my stomach was going to explode.