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Monday, April 21, 2014

Harper Elizabeth Morehead (Our Natural Birth Story)

The Bradley Method
From the beginning of this pregnancy, I knew I wanted to have a natural child birth. I had no idea what that really meant other than reading about other moms who had done it on "mommy blogs." At a random appointment, I mentioned to Dr. Ware, my OB, that I thought I would forego the epidural. She said that in her experience, if you really wanted to forego the epidural, you needed a plan. She recommended reading about the Bradley Method. I came home, Googled it, and despite even Wes' apprehension that I could actually go through with it, signed us up for classes in Hattiesburg every Tuesday night for the last 12 weeks of our pregnancy.

The Bradley Method is centered around 3 main ideas: nutrition, exercise, and most important, relaxation. I believe with all my heart that these three things transformed my pregnancy. Lets just say that 23 weeks of throwing up consistently 2-5 times a day and the inability to put my own shoes in the second trimester was not my idea of fun. As soon as our instructor, Elizabeth, sent us the workbook, we started the diet, doing the prescribed exercises, and relaxing at night. All of sudden, I had energy. I could do pretty much anything I could before I got pregnant. Sure I got tired faster, but the difference in the way I felt was night and day.

The more we learned about the benefits of natural child birth, the stages of labor, and how to manage pain, the more confident Wes and I both became in our ability to birth our children without medication and certainly without non-essential interventions.

After many lengthy conversations with Dr. Ware, a birth plan was written, and anticipation of the "birth day" of our little girl grew!


Pre-labor/Early labor

My labor really started about 4:30 Thursday morning (March 27). I worked Thursday, of course, because my plan was to work until my due date unless baby came before. Thursday afternoon, Wes and I walked the neighborhood and while the amount of contractions increased, the timing of the contractions remained sporadic. I contracted all Thursday night and began to have a bloody show. Friday morning (March 28) things slowed down a bit. It was a stormy day so Wes and I went to the mall to walk some more. Again, the contractions became more frequent but with little consistency.  I had a doctors appointment at 3 pm so we headed over hoping to hear that progress was being made. I had my first cervical check of the pregnancy.  I was dilated none to one, but the cervix was soft. After hearing that we both sort of relaxed and stopped timing each contraction although, I continued to have contractions all Friday night. Saturday (March 29) was pretty calm as far as contractions go, but I still had them sporadically throughout the day. I worked in the yard and just sat down when one would hit. They really picked up Saturday night, however.  Even though, I knew I wasn't in transition, Wes and I had agreed that we would go to hospital when my contractions were 5 minutes apart for an hour. They had been for about an hour and 45 minutes. So, we headed to the hospital around 11pm only to find out still very little dilation so we headed back home. Sunday morning (March 30) woke up with contractions still going strong, but the times were still sporadic. Sunday afternoon I soaked in the tub for about two hours and contracted the entire time. Around 8 pm, I asked Wes to contact our doula, Rachel White, because I could not take another night of contractions without progress. We were both exhausted! She suggested a Tylenol and a beer. I obliged, and I attempted to go to bed!

Active Labor

The Tylenol and beer might as well have been thrown down the drain because they did nothing to provide relief. In fact, my contractions were getting stronger and closer together with each passing hour. Wes feed me ice chips and compressed my hips while we laid in bed. I would fall asleep between contractions and wake up saying help me, help me! Which meant I wanted Wes to massage or compress or give me ice chips or do all of these things at once. I really had no idea of how much time was passing, how far apart the contractions were, or anything else. All I could concentrate on was breathing through each contractions and relaxing after each one. Wes was a CHAMP!!! I know he was tired and frustrated because with every contractions, I wanted something different. I wanted more pressure, less pressure, more ice, less ice, and sometimes I just sobbed! I had to go to the bathroom, A LOT! I would try to make it from the bed to the toilet between contractions, but I almost never made it! I would yell for Wes to come to the bathroom to help me! Of course, he always came. Finally, I asked Wes if he was timing these contractions. He said yes, they had been 2 minutes apart for about 2 hours. I said we needed to go the hospital this must have been around 3am. He did all the last minute prep, and off we went. While in the car, I started saying that I had to push. Wes kept saying, "Do not push in this car!" I kept telling him not to drive too fast, I couldn't wait if we got pulled over. 

The Hospital/Transition

When we arrived at the hospital around 4am, I somehow walked into the ER entrance, and I remember leaning against a concrete pillar. A security guard told he would get me a wheel chair, and I told him to hurry, I had to push. I remember seeing a lady named Emily that I remembered from Saturday night and she ran with me down the hall and up to second floor. This time when we got to labor and delivery, they didn't worry about putting me in triage. I went straight into the labor room where a lovely soul named Sharon was my nurse. She automatically asked about our birth plan, and I could hear Wes giving her the information about the wireless electronic fetal monitoring, asking her to call Dr. Ware, explaining about the the Group Strep B antibiotics because I tested positive, etc. I went straight to the bed and started taking off my clothes. After a few minutes, I was checked and had dilated to 5cm! I didn't really need to push after all. Rachel arrived, and I really calmed down quite a bit. 
The next few hours are kind of a blur.  I remember talking to my parents on the phone and asking them to let the dog out before they came to the hospital. I remember walking around, sitting on the birthing ball,  and being in the bed at times.  I remember Dr. Ware calling us on the phone to tell us she was on her way.  I remember Rachel telling Wes to get the nurse when I said I had a lot of pressure in the front and wanted to push.  I remember the nurse or maybe Dr.  Ware saying I was at 10 cm with a bulging bag
of waters.  I remember two nurses and Dr.  Ware kind of standing in the background.  I asked about the time and it was around 9am, I think. I thought to myself,  I'll have this baby before lunch.  And then there was what seemed like a really,  really long pause.  

Second Stage

I asked the room,  "so with the next contraction I can push,  right?"  All agreed.  I asked Rachel why my water didn't break and she said something about my diet being good.  I didn't talk much during this stage except to ask for tissue ( Did I mention I had a cold? ) and ice.  And really I just held my hand out and didn't say anything.  My favorite position to push in was standing up with my arms on someone's shoulders and squatting during the contraction. I also liked sitting in the bed with Wes behind me.  I wasn't very loud and Rachel keep reminding me to make low groaning sounds. The pain during this part was not as intense as I expected. Pushing took all the intensity out. I still had no idea how much time was passing. I just keep relaxing between contractions and thinking about breathing through the next one. We were taught to take two deep breaths, hold the third one, and push with our lower half. I just keep thinking about over and over. I remember Wes telling me that an hour and half had passed. I think I asked to be checked again at this point, and someone said that the she was about half an inch from crowning and to give it my all in the next few pushes. I did! I pushed long and hard and held my breath and I never felt a baby crowning. I asked the room for suggestions and said I must be a bad pusher. Someone suggested changing positions. So I moved to all fours and tried to do some pelvic rocks between pushes. That was the first unbearable pain, I had felt. I let them know that that would not work. I moved to the birthing ball and that was when I really started to feel the pain in my lower back. This is when I started to talk directly to Dr. Ware and tell her where it hurt and ask her what to do. She said she thought the baby was OP (occiput position).  My water still had not broken. Dr. Ware checked me at this point and the water finally broke which was a relief, but there was meconium in the water.  There was no reason to be alarmed. The baby nor I were in distress. But by this point, I had been pushing 4.5 hours. Dr. Ware also said that the baby had moved back into the uterus and a lip was forming around the cervix. So, I said this is going to be a section, isn't it? 

C-Section

Dr. Ware expressed that she did not want to do a section on a healthy baby and momma, but she didn't think this baby was coming out. I know there was more discussion, but I don't really remember what was being said because the contraction pain increased by a lot. I remember Rachel and Wes rolling me back and forth on the bed to try and turn the baby. I remember Wes asking everyone to leave the room. I remember crying. I don't remember what I said or how the decision was made. I remember asking Dr. Ware how long the section would take and she answered 20 minutes. I said, if you can get it done in 20 minutes let's do it. At this point, everything started moving really fast and felt very chaotic. I got an epidural (just the shot) and that helped me relax a lot. Dr. Ware came in and said that I wouldn't be able to hold the baby right away because she wanted her to be checked for meconium aspiration, but that they would bring her over right after that. The nurses starting telling me that the baby was almost out, and Wes wasn't in the room. I started yelling down the hall for him to run! I remember Wes standing or sitting next to my head. I heard Harper cry. Wes left to go see her. And then.... it felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't focus on anything else. I kept saying over and over again, I can't breathe. The nurse assured me that I was fine and said she was giving me medicine for it. Wes brought Harper over and I started ripping at my gown to get skin to skin and it was all tangled in the cords. And then... I felt sick and started dry heaving. And Wes and Harper left to go to the nursery. Sadly, I don't remember what happened after that. I remember seeing Harper for the first time and someone asking who she looked like and I said Wes. I don't remember breastfeeding her. Luckily, Wes took lots of pictures. I don't remember getting to our regular room or Harper coming in from the nursery. I do remember the medication being so strong that as soon as they gave it to me, I feel asleep. 

In the End

While this is story is very disappointing to me, Elizabeth, our Bradley instructor, emphasized that in the end a happy, healthy family was always our goal. Well, we met that goal! And while, I didn't actually deliver Harper without medication, I did give her the best trail of medicated free labor I could have. I didn't give up, and she and I are healthier for it. 

There are no words to express how amazing Dr. Alisha Ware was. Her call shift ended at 7am Monday morning. She had clinic that day, but she stayed in the labor room with us all morning and afternoon. She never left our side because she wanted to make sure that the nurses and other doctors on call gave us the time and freedom to have the labor and delivery we wanted. I am forever thankful for her! 

Wes and I could not have survived the day without Rachel White, our doula. She was so supportive and helpful and gave us the extra confidence we needed. She is also as skinny as a twig, but strong! That girl held me up for hours!! I am happy to call her friend. 

And Wes, what can I say about him. He started this process wanting to sit in the waiting room and have the nurse come get him when it was over to being my labor and delivery coach. He exercised with me every night. He made me eat eggs for breakfast even though I protested everyday.  He labored with me for 4 long and tiring days. He endured a lot of gross stuff. He gave me everything I asked for even when I am sure he just wanted to slap me. He called our families and text the updates during the entire process. He kept our friends informed. He didn't let me miss a minute even when I wasn't lucid by taking pictures of precious moments. He stayed with Harper and instructed the nurses on how to care for her. He gave me food when he wasn't suppose to. He never left my side. He always reminded me to breathe. I love him so! 

At my last doctors visit, Dr. Ware said that a VBAC is not out of the questions because of my excellent labor. Would I do it again, absolutely! Only next time, I want one of those 7 hour labor and delivery deals. 

Until next time..

XOXOXOX




Thursday, April 10, 2014

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Sunday, May 19, 2013

New York City in 48 Hours or Less

Hey everybody!! I know it has been a long time, and I will get to that in another post. But, I don't ever want to forget this weekend, and maybe you, too, want to see New York in 48 hours or less.

Thursday 7am: Wake up and do your chores.
Take a shower. Drop your dog off at the vet.
Swing by the bookstore and buy a guide to NYC.
Park at the airport. Sail through security because your liquids are in a bag.
Eat lunch at airport. Board plane to Houston.
Make your connecting flight to Newark, NJ.
Watch 2 movies on the plane (Parental Guidance and Guilt Trip)
Arrive in Newark, NJ at 7:25pm. Take a shuttle to a train. A real train with a conductor and a clicker just like in Polar Express.
Take the train to the subway. Haul suitcase up and down stairs of the subway while trying to keep up with your husband who thinks he is walking slow, but you are having to jog to keep up.
Exit subway a few blocks from your apartment. Walk 10 feet behind your husband because you just can't jog with luggage anymore.
Get lovely flowers from your sister-in-law. Go in apartment. Put luggage up. Walk a few more blocks to an Italian restaurant. EAT!! Finally!!!
Walk back to apartment. Sleep!

Friday 7am: Wake up and get ready! It is going to be a BIG day in the BIG Apple.
Walk a few blocks to the subway. Ride to Carroll St. Get off. Walk a few blocks to Dawn's apartment.
Relax and listen to some of her new recordings. Walk around her neighborhood and around her neighborhood looking for a restaurant that is closed. Walk to another restaurant. EAT!
Walk to the subway. Ride to the Brooklyn Bridge exit.
Walk to entire length of the Brooklyn Bridge.

At the other side walk a few blocks to Ground Zero. The memorial isn't open, but it is surreal feeling to think I was possibly standing in the same spot where a young lady hid behind a car covered in ashes. 
Freedom Tower is beautiful even in an unfinished state.
Walk several more blocks to Battery Park to see the Statue of Liberty from a distance. Don't take to ferry, today. There's no time for that. 

Watch a street show in Battery Park. While walking to the subway admire the beehives at the edge of the park. 

Ride the subway to Time Square. Step out of the subway and into an amazing view. Tall buildings, billboards, lights, people, FUN! 
Walk down Broadway. Stop at the Hershey store because the Reese's are as big as my face, and they have giant bottles of chocolate syrup. What more do you want?
Cross the street to M&M World where you personalize your own M&Ms and dance with Blue. So much fun! 
Keep walking up Broadway to Wes's old Theatre right next door to David Letterman's theatre. 

Look for a pizza place that was there 12 years ago, but spot the Soup Nazi and decide to eat lunch there. Order the lobster roll, shrimp and corn bisque, a plum, a chocolate, and a coke. Walk to Central Park and enjoy your food there sitting in the grass. 

Walk through the park and enjoy a Popsicle. Use the bathroom in the Plaza Hotel. 
Go into FAO Schwartz. Play with toys! Marvel at the newborn nursery. Wish you could have visited when you were a kid. Get your fortune told by Zoltar. 

Use the bathroom at Trump Tower. Walk down 5th Ave. You are starting to get tired, but there is so much to do. Stop at Tiffany's, Uni Glo, and H&M to browse.

Walk through Rockefeller Center. Stop and eat that pizza you've been searching for. 

Walk back through Rockefeller and see where the Today Show is filmed. Walk down to Radio City Music Hall for a photo op. 
Catch a glimpse of the Naked Cowboy. 

Catch the subway back to the apartment. Chill for 45 minutes. Change into something fancy. Your feet are hating you for putting on high heels. Catch a cab to Lincoln Center. Drink an $8 glass of wine to help ease the pain in your feet and legs. 
Watch the New York City Ballet Company. AWESOME!
Check out Dawn's dressing room backstage. 

Forego the margaritas and catch a cab to the Empire State Building. Hold back those tears. Your feet aren't hurting that bad. Okay, they are but don't cry this is your Sleepless in Seattle moment. Ok, the moment is ruined. The pain is too bad. Go up to the 102nd floor, get the picture, get out.
Catch cab to apartment. Crawl up stairs and into bed at midnight. Sleep! What a day.  

Saturday 8am: Wake up and pray you can walk. You can with a limp so get ready. There is more to do. Walk to a breakfast place. Take it all in. This is your last day. 

Walk to China town. Purse? Watch? Use the bathroom in McDonalds. Read the sign that says you have 30 minutes to consume food. You are being monitored. Ok, I must be in the school cafeteria. Visit the Phoenix Mall and let Wes haggle for a purse you want. So fun! 

Continue walking to SoHo. Browse Top Shop and  the Scholastic store. Make mental note to shop in SoHo next trip. 

Walk to the campus of NYU. 

Start walking back to apartment to pick up luggage. Stop and eat at Papaya King. Best hotdogs, EVER! Drink the coconut champagne. 

Get luggage from apartment and seriously consider going to the New York Public library, but don't go because you might miss your flight. 

Walk to subway. Be smart this time and get Wes to carry your suitcase up and down the stairs. Ride the wrong subway train. Catch another one. Get off subway at Penn Station. Get confused. Get lost. Get directions. Run to train with legs that are struggling to move. Catch airport shuttle. Get searched at airport because your jeans have too much bling. 

Watch Zero Dark Thirty on the plane. You have thirty minutes to make your connection in Houston. You shuttle to terminal A. Shuttle breaks down as it arrives at terminal A. The doors won't open. You are stuck inside. All those signs about emergencies. Follow them. Press the button. Talk to a person. Lift the lever, pull the cord, force open the door. Notice security guard freaking out. Run past him. Make it to gate in time to order McDonalds. 

9:45 pm Home Sweet Home

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Let's Eat

As you know, cooking is one of my favorite of things. I love eating great food and making great food. I realized this summer that I do of a lot of cooking in the summer. During the school year, not so much.

I am tired after school and chores, so we eat out a lot! Randomly, I saw a link on Pinterest of a picture of something that looked good to eat. I clicked on the link a discovered Once a Month Mom (OAMM). She has recipes for breakfast, lunch, and dinners for a whole month. She makes everything so easy. The grocery list are posted, along with the recipes, and step by step instructions for making all of these meals at once. Supposedly, it takes about 12 hours one day a month.

I wasn't ready to jump in with both feet. Luckily, OAMM offers "mini menus".  A 10-day and a 5-day menu. OAMM posts the menus at the beginning of the month. The idea is that you make note of the items you are going to need, buy them throughout the month when they go on sale, and cook at the end of the month for the next month.

I chose the 5-day mini menu for July. I already had all (yes, all) of the ingredients. I broke mine up into two meals a day for 3 days. I added a vegetable soup because I had extra hamburger. It was challenging just cooking two meals at once the first day. (Of course, I didn't do any prepping the night before, like OAMM recommends). The next two days were pretty easy. We actually ended up with 8 meals. The creamy chicken casserole was enough for 2 8x8 pans. I also had 2 containers of soup.I also baked two loaves of banana bread and froze them, as well.

Hopefully, this will be a "win-win" for us. We can still eat great homemade food without much work at night. I am hoping I can do it on Sunday afternoons once a month. I didn't take any pictures of the freezer meals but check them out on any of the links above. They all taste great. (Yep, I tasted them).

In the meantime, here are some pictures of the yummy and new foods we tried this summer.



Squash Pie: really sweet pie that is topped with cool whip: CSA recipe

Avacodo chocolate cake: Pinterest

Meat Pie "All You Magazine"

London Broil with rosemary and spinach and feta

"Flat Out" pizza with fresh veggies My FAVE!

Grilled Eggplant stacks: Pinterest

Stuffed Scallop Squash "allrecipes.com"

Pork Tenderlion with stuffed scallop squash

Zuppa Toscana with Kale "allrecipes.com"

Until next time..

XOXOXOXO

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Habit 4: Think Win-Win

Habits 1, 2, and 3 are considered to be our private victories. We are no longer dependent upon others to make our choices, we can accept our responsibility and execute our lives. Essentially, we are independent.  Yet, we are not highly effective. We must still develop relationships with others so that we can work interdependently.

Habit 4: Think Win-Win really makes me think a lot about my marriage. In the workshop, it was mentioned that win-win is not compromise. Compromise is reaching an agreement by mutual concessions which means each person gives up something. Win-Win is finding a solution that works for both of us. Whoever the "us" may be. Your spouse, business partner, child, friend, etc. I think the line between win-win and compromise is extremely thin and in a shade of grey I do not like.

However, Covey proposes that our interactions fall into one of these six paradigms: win-win, win-lose (I am going to beat you, NO MATTER WHAT), lose-win (I concede, but I will get you back later), lose-lose (if I go down, so are you), win (I don't care if you win or lose, as long as I win), and win-win or no deal (find something that works or don't play; the highest form of win-win).

Win-Win is a term I have been throwing around long before I took this course. What I have learned is that just because in my brilliant mind thinks a situation is a win-win doesn't mean it actually is. In order to have a win-win situation, you usually need 2 parties.  I have also learned that when I say "win-win", it more than likely means just a "win".

Honestly, I do want everyone to have a happy, successful, people filled life, and all that hippie stuff. I DO!! But when push comes to shove, deep down I know, I don't really care (at all) if you win or lose or get an award as long as I am happy and proud and recognized. I know, I am a sad, self-centered person. But hey, the first step is admittance, right?

In all seriousness, this is something ELSE that I need to work on especially in my marriage. This whole being a good, effective human being stuff is way too complicated awesome! Thank goodness there are only seven habits. It is no secret that I take over bull doze my way into situations until I get what I want, the way I want it  whether Wes is happy with it or not. I truly do (I DO) have good intentions, but we all know where that leads.

The great thing about Win-Win is that it is not Losing. Win-Win is cooperative, listening, communicating, allowing the other person to say no without arguing or trying to win them to your side. It is a what do you want, what do I want, and how do we get there agreement. Who doesn't want that?

Until next time...

XOXOXOXO


Friday, July 20, 2012

INFJ=Weirdo Now you are going to know how CRAZY I really am

*Warning: This post is about a crazy girl who just happens to be me!

I saw a link on someones FB page to an article in The Huffington Post that matched book characters to peoples personality traits based on the Myers Briggs somethinganother. If you didn't know your personality type there was a link in the above article to a FREE test! They had me at Hello!

The test results are in, and my personality type is INFJ. A box outlines me as 12% more introvert than extrovert. 12% more intuitive than sensing. 12% more feeling than thinking. 89% more judging than perceiving. Not the kind of judging you in like appearance, but another kind of judging that I still have no idea about but I am lot of it!!

This Myers guy really knows how to win a girls heart because it doesn't take long until I read this sentence. "INFJ's are a rare personality type. Only 1% of people have this personality type."  By this time I have forgotten all about my matching book character, and I am trying to figure out just how big of a weirdo I really am. I mean, Wes already thinks I am a big bag of crazy cat lady a little silly and now this Myers guy is saying it without even meeting me!

And now you are going to think it, too. The test results go on to describe in detail the characteristics of INFJ's. All of which I agree with and totally think describe me in detail. Like how I really am concerned about hurting other peoples feelings, but at the same time I don't always play well with others. And the fact that INFJ's lives are very orderly and organized but one thing is usually a mess like a desk. For me, that is my car; it is a disaster. Don't go in there. It smells and dirt is all over the place. Wes comments all the time about how I just let my car go, and it boggles his mind. Now we know why! Just blame it on the INFJ!

It also goes on to explain that INFJ's are very intuitive. Like the most intuitive of anybody. People who believe they have psychic powers are usually, you guessed it, INFJ's. Here comes the crazy... Wes and I pass by this house on the outskirts of Hattiesburg every time we go to visit my parents. Big sign in the front yard of their house reads: Palm Readings. Wes asked me last time we passed if I wanted to do it. I said absolutely NOT!! I believed that some people could tell the future, and I did not want to know mine especially if it was BAD! He just laughed that whatever laugh. I was like no seriously!!

Me: Babe, I think some people have feelings about stuff and can tell when something bad is about to happen.

Wes: Okay, yeah. People have feelings about stuff that doesn't mean they happen.

Me: I have had a lot dreams about stuff, and then they HAVE HAPPENED!!

Wes: (plays his favorite game)Name one time.

I will spare you all the times the few times this has happened and the details, but I promise you I have had dreams about stuff and then the next day or week or month it happens or something very similar to it happens.

I am sure Wes was rolling his eyes all kind of crazy in his head by the time I got through my list, and then he looked at me. I knew he no longer thought I was a big bag but a giant bag of crazy cat lady!

Me: I mean, I'm not saying I'm psychic or anything.

Wes: No, you are just PSYCHO!!

And all of this before I ever learned that I was the weirdo INFJ personality type with possible psychic abilities.

Well, it is still to be determined if I am a psychic or psycho or just a crazy cat lady, but in the mean time, I will blame it all on the INFJ (whatever that is).



Peace out!!





It isn't written in the stars

Well, there goes Habit 1. At least now, I have an excuse. What's yours? Baaaahahahaha

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Peace out!