Hailey is here!

I apologize for my lack of better pictures. I've been very busy the last four days snuggling my new baby. Hailey Michelle Webb was born at 3:11am on Tuesday April 13th. She weighed in at 7 pounds 8 ounces, my biggest baby yet and 19 3/4 inches. She aced her first exam, getting a 9 out of 10 on her apgar, and aside from a little newborn baby rash, and some jaundice levels that cleared up by the time we left the hospital...she's perfect.

I bet you're wondering how I went from my 5 day I think I'm peeing my pants blog to baby is here blog. I suppose the tinkling wasn't tinkling. After picking Hannah up from school on Monday I layed down to relax. Shortly thereafter I wet my pants. Ew. Change undies, lay back down. Wet them again. Ew. Start to get excited when there is more wet. Bounce a little to see if it's really what I think it is. Tell Hannah. Call Hubbie, call mom, call neighbor to get Hannah. Got rid of Hannah in about 5 minutes, and was off to the hospital within the hour.

I won't go into all the gory delivery details. No one wants to hear that. Except for Gina probably who is just a sick puppy to begin with. I was still only 1cm dilated though, so they started the pitocin going, but slowly. Someone forgot to inform me that I had tested positive for group b strep and had to have a few bags of penicillin IV's as well, those hurt by the way. Stuff started rolling and hurting and the nurse gave me something to "take the edge off". All it did was make my back stop hurting which was nice, but then she cranked up the pitocin and that 2 minutes of relief turned into insane contraction fun.

I finally got to the point where I asked Bill to go get the nurse. She asked again about my stupid pain level on a 1 - 10 and I said "If it gets any worse I'm going to jump out that window right there please make it stop". Then the epidural man came to visit. The process of getting an epidural while having monstrous pitocin induced contractions is really about the worst thing in the entire world. Yes it's better when it's done, but getting there is misery.

So the guy tells me that epidurals have changed in the last 8 years since I've had a kid and that your legs get less numb. The guy lied. By the time I was ready to push I could not lift my legs to get them up in the fun position. I couldn't feel them at all and I thought they were going to break or something from flopping over. I never felt that pressure to push, but did when I was told to and apparently pushed like a champ, although I couldn't feel it, which really was kind of nice I guess. Out she came and I was like...oh, really? Ok.

Turns out the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck not once, but twice. But that didn't bother anything in the least. Apparently I had the longest umbilical cord in history so it wasn't choking her or anything. The nurse getting the rest of that out of me was rather shocked at how much there was. Glad I could entertain them.

We had to stay in the hospital for 48 hours after, even though Hailey didn't have any issues with the group b strep, it's their policy and couldn't be changed. So I hung out, watched lots of TV, laid around with my ass half asleep from the horribly uncomfortable bed, and snuggled baby. She really wasn't very fussy at all. I still got hardly any sleep of course between staring at her, and every time I did manage to fall asleep some nurse came in to poke at her or check on me or houskeeping came in, or breakfast, lunch, etc. Luckily those mom hormones kept me rolling. Hubbie however needed his sleep...poor guy was exhausted from...um...whatever so he went home to rest. No point in everyone being miserable, right?

Mom made it just in time, immediately after my epidural and got to see the wonder of childbirth from the recieving end for the first time ever and she didn't even pass out. She helped out a ton with Hannah who is still just thrilled with her new sister and can't believe how beautiful she is. And she truly is beautiful. Her little frankenstein head is getting normal now, she has some lovely brown hair, and we can't wait to see what color her eyes end up. Brown probably.

I'm feeling wonderful, thanks for asking. I don't remember feeling so great after having a baby before. I think it has a lot to do with stress levels. I'm so very unstressed. I have a great husband who seems to really be smitten with his new daughter and is more helpful than I imagined any Dad could be. I haven't really had the best experiences with that kind of stuff. He is still a guy though. He has napped more in one day than I have all week...lol. But he's been working hard...wait...he's on maternity leave... well he's been um...he has to deal with me and I'm sure that's exhausting.

I am loving having a baby this time though. Not that I didn't especially love it the last two times, but I really don't feel like I got to enjoy it because my life just plain sucked before. Now I don't have to rush back to a job, don't have little ones to take care of. Hannah is a great big sister and helper. I have Bill who is like having another child to take care of, but more helpful :) I don't mind getting up in the middle of the night (YET) because I just want to enjoy every moment. Her dad on the other hand asked me today when babies can start getting on a sleep schedule.

Not at four days old honey...sorry.

And I really don't mind getting up. Who would want to rush through this stage? This is the very last time (I HOPE) that I'll be snuggling a new baby. They don't stay new for long. She will get bigger every single day and I just want to enjoy it.

I haven't had time to play any video games lately. Well, that's a lie, I have had time, but I haven't wanted to. I've just been relaxing and staring at my girl. Heck...I haven't even had a beer or a glass of wine. I was a little dissapointed that there wasn't any waiting for me when I got home from the hospital. No flowers from my hubbie, no favorite bottle of wine...not even a single frosty longneck bottle of Bud Light and a rose. Then again, he's never been much of a romantic. And besides, I don't really feel like drinking anyway...the pain killers they gave me are fun enough for now...lol.

Ok I promise to take some cute pictures today and upload them. But for now I'm going to go stare at Hailey some more.

Thanks for following me through my exciting journey guys and girls. Now you get to be tortured with a million baby updates :)

5 Days - It's cool to pee pants!

I'm not saying I'm peeing my pants. I still haven't had that whole sneezing then weeing issue this pregnancy. What I am saying though is that this baby has dropped so low and is torturing my bladder and that maybe just maybe I'm changing my underwear more often the last couple days. Now that we've gotten the gross part over with, let's continue with my list of complaints for today.

Last night I took the most uncomfortable bubble bath ever. Bubble baths have been my saving grace, my happy haven, my little Utopia if you will during this pregnancy. Just me, some warm water, a ton of bubbles, and a sleazy romance novel. Well, baby decided to do that thing where she tries to shove her head out of me and my bath became anything but relaxing. Did I get out? No. She wasn't ruining MY bath! But it really hurt and made me unhappy. Just get out if you want out but stop screwing with my bath time kid!!

I took a long nap yesterday after I had woken up, downed two cups of coffee, did some school work, and was falling asleep at my computer desk after only being up for three hours. Napping is awesome. Today I really want to do the same thing but I have to go get girl child from school and pay attention to her a bit.

Things are continuing to get uncomfortable and fun. Driving in the car sucks. Baby does not appreciate being smooshed in my belly and it's almost torture to drive around. Luckily I shouldn't have to do it for much longer. But the drive to school and back was miserable. Driving Hannah to school at 7am sucks too especially because she never seems to have her crap together even though she gets almost an hour to basically just eat, get dressed, and try to make her hair not look like a homeless persons hair. Which it does every day. So then she pouts and frustrates me. I'm THIS close to hacking it all off, but I can't have her looking silly. But I'd really love to teach her a lesson. Grrrrr.

How else has my day sucked...hmmm...I killed my first squirrel on my way to class. Having made it to my age in Flordia, the state of suicidal squirrels, I should be proud I haven't killed more. But it's just not something anyone wants to do and now I have to drive past its little lifeless body in the road. *Sniffle*

I went to the school office to try and get registered for classes since I can't seem to do it online and the soonest appointment they had was for Thursday. I'm like...I may not MAKE it to Thursday and I'd really like to get registered. Well that's the soonest we have they say. Can they not SEE that I have a VALID reason for wanting to get this squared away?!?!? I hope my water breaks in the stupid counselors office on Thursday. I'll just sit in her office chair and squish it around and glare at her.

Then I had my math test. Somehow all the knowledge in my brain has been sucked out. I've been doing great at this class. Like high A grade great. I could not remember anything from my homework. I could not remember what the teacher reviewed with us minutes before taking the test. I drew many question marks for answers. And I really could care less. It's dummy math and I just need a C, so I'm in no danger of failing. But it frustrates me that my mind has shut down. This after I waddled an insane distance just to GET to the stupid class since there were absolutely NO close parking spaces. Hubbie says I should be doing more walking, like to fetch him coffee and stuff...lol, but I would love to see him to try and walk with someone's head in between his legs. Wait...he'd probably like that. What I mean is, it hurts! And now this blog has turned into a soft porn story. Lovely.

That's all the whining I have for today. Tune in tomorrow for another exciting day of waiting for baby.

6 days - Keep chillaxin in there ok?

Get out, stay in, get out, stay in. I'm allowed to change my mind from day to day. Evicting the baby over the wekeend was a great idea. Now that it's Sunday I don't want her to come out just yet. Why?

Reason #1: My parents left last night. My father declared that it would be another week before the baby will come and they were out the door just minutes after. So now baby needs to wait a few days so that they can relax at home before they have to come back again.

Reason #2: I have a math test tomorrow. Since it's just tomorrow I'd rather not miss it. Also, I will probably do well on this one, so I'd rather take it because it would be a pain in the bootay to have to make it up.

Reason #3: Online registration has started for Summer and Fall classes. For some stupid reason it won't let me register online and says I have to talk to a counselor. So I'd really like to go get my registration taken care of tomorrow when I go to class so I can get the payment part working because it has to be approved by that military funding thingy.

Yes I am still in school though for those that aren't paying attention. I took a full load this semester, and am 98% done with my three online classes. I do need to take two finals (already aced one) and finish up a stupid paper I've been putting off. I still plan on taking three classes over the summer, I think I can handle that since online stuff seems to be VERY doable. And for Fall I'll take a stab at another full load of classes. Why not? I can be super mom!

So now that I don't want the baby to come she probably will. In all reality it wouldn't bother me one bit, but it would be nice to get that other stuff squared away. She can wait until later in the week now and then my parents can come back next weekend and hopefully not miss anything.

We did try a very little bit of coaxing out of the baby yesterday. My daughter kept rubbing my belly and telling Hailey nicely that she should come out now. We skipped the river and headed out to Pensacola Beach and walked the pier. The water wasn't all clear this time so we were all dissapointed at the lack of critters. But the weather was perfect for a walk. After we all went out to lunch and I went for the HOT BBQ wings which the waitress assured me were REALLY hot. Aside from burning my lips, I didn't find them that hot. I've had hotter. But we were still hoping the spicy stuff would get things rolling.

Nope.

I had some contractions last night, but nothing major. It's pretty normal at this point to contract all day anyway so unless they hurt crazy bad I'm ignoring them.

I did think it was cute that an hour after my parents left that Mom called and asked if anything was happening. Nope. Still nothing when she called a couple hours later too. LOL. Either I'll call you if it happens Mom or the baby will. See the picture? She has a cell phone now.

So stay posted. Nothing seems to be happening today. It's 11am and I already feel like taking a nap, and maybe I just will. Stay tuned for updates :)

7 Days - Come baby come baby baby come come!

As eventful and promsing as day 9 seemed, day 8 was the exact opposite. Mom asked a billion times "Are you feeling anything?" and my answer was always a dissapointing "NO". Still crampy and sore. A short walk around Blockbuster with the kid to pick out a movie was painful. But still no baby. In her defense she has a week until she's "supposed" to be here so I really can't complain too much.

It's 39 weeks today. Everyone including myself really thought that this being my third pregnancy I would go early. Haha, you were all wrong. I can't say I'm feeling any new symptoms right now either. I'm dead tired. I got a great nights sleep last night. Hubbie wasn't snoring, or if he was I slept through it for once. And aside from waking up a few times with my hips screaming at me I had a restful night. I can't remember the weird dreams I had but I remember my sister being in them. Hi Jen!

My awesome parents are still hanging out, just in case. They're afraid as soon as they start driving home that the baby will start coming. If that's all it takes I'll offer to pay for their gas!

As soon as I'm done being lazy and goofing off on the computer I think we're all going to take a trip out to Blackwater State Park and put our feet in the river. Maybe the walk on the boardwalk will get things moving. The last couple weeks I didn't want to do too much walking. First of all it's really uncomfortable, and the other reason being I just wasn't ready. Too much crazy stuff with school, and spring break. But now it's the weekend and my parents are here so what better time??

I'll probably end up doing nothing more than wearing myself out, and hopefully getting rid of the farmers tan I got last weekend. At 39 weeks pregnant you can be fat and wear a sleevless top and not care, even if you do have a hideous farmers tan.

Everyone keep their fingers crossed and send baby vibes our way. I'm really not wanting to do the whole labor thing, it sucks royally, but we might as well get it over with now.

8 Days - False labor or...

Well we thought we were getting some baby action yesterday big time. All the morning crampiness continued throughout the day. Not too long before my parents got here I noticed the contractions were getting painful. I was feeling them in my back for the first time ever and they were seriously crampy.

By the time they got here they were getting pretty regular so Mom started timing them. After not too long they were 3 minutes apart and at least a minute in length. This went on for four or five hours. They were getting really painful. I ate some food which Dad made sure to ask if I thought it would look good when I puked it up later. (I always barf in labor) I slapped on the heating pad to ease my back pain and still felt it pretty strong.

I was feeling a little restless so I hopped in the tub and contractions slowed way way down. At this point I'd already had my poor hubbie leave his trip and come home early. I really thought we were heading to the hospital that night. After I got out of the tub they picked back up, but I was still able to fall asleep.

Poor hubbie got home at 1am and asked if I was still having contractions. I groggily told him I wasn't sure...I HAD been sleeping! By the time I felt another one he was already snoring away in my ear...lol. So off to the couch I went and sleep through the night I did (yoda?) Now it's morning and I'm still crampy. Still finding interesting stuff when I go wee...but it's pink now, which is supposed to be a sign of progress.

Was this the baby slowly sneaking up? Will we still get baby action soon? Who knows? Maybe she knew we needed a nights rest and will come today. Maybe she'll still take a week. I wish someone could predict this.

I do think that if the contractions get like they were yesterday I may just head into Labor & Delivery and act like a ditzy pregnant chick and swear I'm in labor. Maybe they'll keep me anyway and give me some pitocin or something since I'll be 39 weeks tomorrow.

Or maybe she just wanted to make sure her little sister didn't miss school today and that her Daddy made it home and got some rest and she'll come today. I'll keep you guys posted either way. Sorry for the false alarm, but I swear it felt like we were moving in the right direction.

Just to be safe I'll stay away from chocolate today. That never looks good barfed up.

9 Days - What is THAT?

Hobbes here is warning you that some parts of this blog may be considered TMI. Although I will attempt to present the information to you in a way that will not make you vomit, you may create your own visuals that I will not claim any responsibility for. You have been warned.

You're getting a 9 day post because I'm bored mostly. I guess I could have waited until the weekend to do my one week post, but it's my blog and I can blog as many time as I want to so there!

You may recall that on Tuesday I was brutally tortured by a lady claiming to be a midwife. It is now Thursday and I am still feeling crampy. Is it from the violent things she did to me? Or am I the kind of crampy that means baby is coming? I really don't know. After the cruel procedure of doom I was very miserable, and started dropping little bits of who knows what. I won't get into details. But things that don't usually come out of there. I'll leave it at that.

This morning however, I had a lovely slimy suprise waiting for me when I went to the bathroom. Sorry...I warned you. Having never seen this lovely thing with my previous pregnancies I was rather intrigued and nauseated at the same time. Even the name of what I assume this thing to be is gross so I won't type that either. Of course losing that doesn't mean that anything will happen along the lines of labor necessarily. It could still be 9 days or more. But that with the crampiness that is actually getting to my back this time COULD mean that I'm in for some fun in the next couple days.

Or not. Man, you'd think they'd have this stuff figured out down to the exact minute by now.

Well this news has excited my Mother who is a sick puppy to begin with. Who hears that and gets excited? My husband is out of town for a few days, in Jax so only a few hours away. With him went the neighbors husband. This leaves me here in town with the only other person I know, wife of neighbor who has three kids of her own. She informs me that she too is leaving town on Friday. That would leave me with just my daughter who is 10 and would be happy to drive me to the hospital she says.

Hah!

Now I really really don't think anything is going to happen any time soon. It will be my luck that I go past my due date and deliver a 15 pound baby. But my Mother loves me and doesn't want me to be here alone so she is on her way here! But wait...it gets better. My Dad is coming too. When he heard my Mom was headed up I think he saw an opportunity to take some of the vacation hours that his job never seems to let him have and ran for the door. So now if the baby really doesn't come in the next couple days I'm going to feel very silly. But it's not like I told them to come, so it won't be my fault.

Mom swears that since this is my third baby she'll come quickly. I think that since it's been more than 8 years since the last one that I've probably reverted back to normal status, not third child status and that it will take forever. We'll see who's right though pretty soon I guess.

Either way 9 days isn't a lot. The panic attacks haven't kicked in yet now that I've realized I have to go through THAT again, but I'm sure they will soon.

Stay tuned for any action, or lack of action. I'll keep you all posted regardless.

38 Week Checkup - Sweep my what???

My 38 week checkup was today. It was a bit of an adventure. I had to trek out to the Naval Hospital, a place I had never driven before so of course I got lost and barely made it in time for my appt and had to apologize profusely to the herd of young whatever they were that were behind the ob/gyn counter.

I've decided that if I happen to make it to my next appointment for my 39 week checkup I will insist upon getting an epidural. Do they do those for cervical checks? If not, they totally should. That sucked. I had this cute little midwife lady with little hands. What do I do if I get a guy next time? Run?

All my crazy fake contractions aren't doing crap apparently other than annoying me to no end. I'm only dilated about 1 maybe 2 but not close enough to a 2 for her to write that on my charts, and only 25% effaced and tight. Boo!

I wanted to walk in and them say "you're in labor, and it's time to push!" and be done with the whole thing, but nooooooooooooooooooo.

So they do this little procedure called sweeping the membranes or stripping them or something that should be called KILLING YOUR COOCH! I told you this would be TMI sometimes, it's your fault for continuing to read these things. It was miserable. I forgot how much things hurt and then went into a panick about my upcoming laboring that I have to do. It's really to late to get out of the whole thing isn't it?

The baby didn't like her poking around in there either and kicked her a few times. That'll show that mean old midwife lady! She hurt me, she made me bleed, and now I'm all crampy. But everything is looking good and we won't mention my weight gain (darn Easter candy!)
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The procedure she did could make me go into labor in the next 48-72 hours, but I'm not feeling hopeful. Which is fine, because my husband is going out of town anyway tomorrow. Hopefully if something does happen he'll be able to get back in time. I mean, I can do it without him, but why should I be the only one that's miserable? I didn't get me pregnant...well it wasn't all me.

Spring Break is over and the kids have gone back home or to school. We finished up our week with a trip to the county fair and I was in the sun for like 5 hours and got a lovely farmers tan that will hopefully fade before the baby does come, that's going to look lousy in a hospital gown for my new mom pictures.

So no progress, nothing exciting to report, but keep your fingers crossed for me anyway. I was really hoping to have a beer this weekend. *sigh*

2 Weeks - Pineapple pains??

38 weeks today, 2 weeks left to go, 14 days...wow. I read somewhere that eating pineapple will help you to dilate better and could help get labor going. So yesterday I ate an entire pineapple. I forgot how yummy they are! Then I talked to the other chicks in the knocked up women forum I've been hanging out at and they said you have to eat like 6-7 fresh pineapples in a day for it to work. No way! So while I did not go into labor, they did make me extra gassy! Fun!

I was up most of the night having annoying fakey contractions that had started at like 6pm and were really annoying. I'm still having them this morning too, but no progress, just annoying. Maybe it was the one pineapple? Or maybe it was the fact that I did a crazy amount of cleaning yesterday. Not that anyone seemed to notice or care mind you. They say the last couple weeks before you have the baby you start nesting. I think you just finally get sick of looking at all the stuff that really just isn't going to get done and you give in and do it yourself.

Is it nesting? Or just plain survival instincts? I've also read that getting moving and doing a ton of housework can help kick start labor. Or is that just another one of those things guys made up to get us to clean? Kind of like the whole sex makes you go into labor thing. That was just some desperate guys attempt at getting some action before it gets shut off for weeks and there's really no scientific evidence to prove it is there?

So since I'm bored and like torturing you I'll go through the list of things I did and you can tell me if this is nesting or not...
Got a load of mine & hubbies laundry going, wiped down all the kitchen counters, cleaned the thingies that go under the stove burners and then cleaned them with a brillo pad, cleaned the top of the oven, the front of the oven where there was who knows what dripped down the front, cleaned the dining room table scrubbing off all the paint from the kids craft project the day before (thanks Grandma Sally!), moved two of the billion mismatched chairs that are around the table into the garage so that people can actually have some elbow room around the table, moved the dining room table so that the kids can actually get into sit at it, since everyone has to sit on one side so they can watch tv while they eat meals, swept the kitchen and dining room floor which was fun because that requires moving 8 chairs to do properly, scrub the kitchen floor...this is a fun task in itself because we seem to have no mop, so on my hands and knees I go scrub scrub scrubbing, got tired before I got to the dining room floor and did a pathetic spot check in there, took out the trash in the kids bathroom, our bathroom, and then took the main trash out, cleaned the top of the trash can, clean the wall of the island next to the trash can that is covered in yuck, empty dishwasher, clean sink, cleaned the kids bathroom which required cleaning the toothbrush holder that had about an inch of water, toothpaste, and who knows what sitting in it, clean the flower vase that somehow has gotten toothpaste all over it too, scrub hair & toothpaste out of sink and around sink, refill the soap dispenser, scrub the bathtub that is completely covered in caked on purple hair conditioner...this requires getting down on the ground which is not easy for insanely pregnant me, and scrubbing to get as much of it off as possible, sweep the bathroom floor, clean toothpaste off the mirror, do all the same in our bathroom without the tub scrubbing because at this point I'm just too sore to bother, sweep the entry way that I had just vacuumed a few days prior but is now covered with leaves and crap, wash a load of towels, wash the rugs, go to put towels away and find wet towels stuffed in the kids closet, wash all towels in there that are wadded up and damp because I don't know if they're clean or dirty, move sewing machine (in box) back into garage since everyone is tripping over it and kitty is just using it as a scratching post which is ESPECIALLY funny because kitty has no claws, put away the load of hubbie & mine laundry I did, take down my winter clothes and long sleeve maternity tops (most of them) and throw them into the back of the closet so that I don't have to look at them anymore, and pull out some of my pre-pregnancy clothes and hang them up even though I won't be able to fit in them again ever probably. Go to the commissary on base and get milk, eggs, pineapple...lol, muffin cups and body wash since apparently the children aren't old enough to figure out how to use soap and must have body wash, then come home and make muffins so that I feel less guilty sleeping in in the morning and not making the kids breakfast.

No one remembers the two huge plates of muffins that were made the day before and hubbie gives kids cereal.

So today I don't know if I'm just sore from all that crap yesterday or if my hips, back and everything else hurting could be me getting into the home stretch. All I know is that all that cleaning just wasn't worth it. My back hurt so badly last night that I wanted to cry. I settled for a heating pad that I barely felt and a warm bath after that didn't do crap either.

I did get out once this week to go to the beach with everyone. I guess I make a bit of a spectacle because some people pointed and said some comments about pregnant woman or beached whale, I really couldn't tell. It was nice to get out but the shooting hoo hoo pains I get whenever I stand really don't make for a relaxing beach trip. Plus this lovely rash I have, PUPPS or whatever it's called doesn't seem to like the sun and made my arms turn red quickly even with sunscreen, but I didn't get burnt. Now I'm just a little less pale which is kind of nice.

I took my psychology final and got an A so I am done with that class completely. I only have a couple more assignments for both of my other classes that I've been putting off, but they should be easy to get done. Of course I'm putting off my American History paper I have to write until the last minute because I don't want to do it, but it's half done anyhow.

I've got a doc's appt Tuesday though so you'll probably get another update then.