more photos to come--but probably not until we get home. he doesn't have the oxygen stuff anymore, but the i.v. is still in his poor little hand.
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby. Show all posts
Monday, February 14, 2011
A couple photos
Proud Dad
more photos to come--but probably not until we get home. he doesn't have the oxygen stuff anymore, but the i.v. is still in his poor little hand.
more photos to come--but probably not until we get home. he doesn't have the oxygen stuff anymore, but the i.v. is still in his poor little hand.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
He's here!
started Saturday:
So, we think we have a name, but it might be a litle too popular for me, so I've been having a hard time committing. Right now we're thinking Cooper Benjamin, but I feel like every time I tell someone the name they say they know a kid named Cooper. One friend knows two kids named Cooper Benjamin. At least I'm sure none of them have the last name Justiniano. I like that Guy's name is uncommon but not unheard of.
This morning I was trying to sleep, but had a horrible headache. I finally went out to the couch and took a headache medicine pill my OB/GYN prescribed early on in the pregnancy because I've gotten such bad headaches this time around. I fell asleep after 1 am, but then woke up in less than 20 minutes when my water broke.
Guy's and the baby's deliveries were eerily similar in a few ways. It was 2 years ago on a Friday night/Saturday morning that my water broke with guy. After getting to the hospital, though, things were realy different. This time, after I woke Rob up, we called Eden and she rushed over to be with Guy (can't thank you enough!). I didn't think I was in as much of a hurry as I ended up being in. Guy was born about 11 hours after my water broke. This time barely over four hours later the baby made his appearance.
Two days ago I packed a bag and wrote out a list of last minute things to collect (since we use them too often to stow them in a bag). After Rob collected everything and got us ready, we were off.
The hospital isn't too far away (about 35 blocks), and on the way there contractions began. By the time I got to the hospital I was at a 5, but less than 20 min. later I was a 6. They didn't get the epidural in for a while, and holy pain. I was getting contractions every minute or one and one half minutes. I'm so grateful for modern medicine--especially the epidural. I had to hold off pushing for a while, to get the epidural in, and everything was super painful. even with the epidural, I felt lots of pressure and a little pain.
It took longer than I expected for the baby to make his appearance, but when he did, I quickly recognized why. 9 lbs. 11 oz. later--almost 2 lbs. heavier than Guy's birth weight. No episiotomy and just a little tearing, things were much more rough last time. This time, the birth process was more painful, but the recovery has been much faster. Guy turned in the birth canal, so what he did to my body was the equivalent of delivering a 15 lb. baby. This time, though, for the actual labor I was exhausted, and contractions were every minute or minute and a half--it was tremendously exhausing. After about 45 minutes, I couldn't do it alone anymore. I said a prayer, asking for help to be done, and on the next contraction, I got enough help and energy to push long enough and hard enough for the baby to make his appearance. Whew!
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finished Sunday:
From the birthing room the nurses felt that the baby was having a hard time breathing because he kept making grunting noises. Eden might be on to something thinking the kid just wanted food. Unfortunately, he went straight to the NICU, and has been there ever since. He was on oxygen for a little while, but got off that at 1:45 this morning. For a little while, we were told he'd be able to get out this afternoon, but now we don't get him until tomorrow at discharge. He's doing just great, and I'm grateful for that, but it's not the idal set-up in terms of convenience. Thankfully, he's an all-star eater, but for every nursing session I have to go down to the NICU. However, I recognize that things could be much worse/more difficult. I'm healing really well. A lot faster than I expected. I've only taken Percocet since I've been here, and the walk from the maternity ward to the NICU has gotten much faster and much less painful.
Guy came to visit tonight with my folks and Eden. We've missed him these two days, but he's doing great. I was a little sad that we could only show him Cooper through the window. He wanted to see more of him, but was quickly distracted with the prospect of a cookie waiting for him in the room upstairs (thanks again, Adriana!).
Hopefully all goes as expected tonight and we get to head home early tomorrow morning. It'll be the best Valentine's Day ever.
Life is good, I know we've been blessed, and I'm tremendously grateful.
So, we think we have a name, but it might be a litle too popular for me, so I've been having a hard time committing. Right now we're thinking Cooper Benjamin, but I feel like every time I tell someone the name they say they know a kid named Cooper. One friend knows two kids named Cooper Benjamin. At least I'm sure none of them have the last name Justiniano. I like that Guy's name is uncommon but not unheard of.
This morning I was trying to sleep, but had a horrible headache. I finally went out to the couch and took a headache medicine pill my OB/GYN prescribed early on in the pregnancy because I've gotten such bad headaches this time around. I fell asleep after 1 am, but then woke up in less than 20 minutes when my water broke.
Guy's and the baby's deliveries were eerily similar in a few ways. It was 2 years ago on a Friday night/Saturday morning that my water broke with guy. After getting to the hospital, though, things were realy different. This time, after I woke Rob up, we called Eden and she rushed over to be with Guy (can't thank you enough!). I didn't think I was in as much of a hurry as I ended up being in. Guy was born about 11 hours after my water broke. This time barely over four hours later the baby made his appearance.
Two days ago I packed a bag and wrote out a list of last minute things to collect (since we use them too often to stow them in a bag). After Rob collected everything and got us ready, we were off.
The hospital isn't too far away (about 35 blocks), and on the way there contractions began. By the time I got to the hospital I was at a 5, but less than 20 min. later I was a 6. They didn't get the epidural in for a while, and holy pain. I was getting contractions every minute or one and one half minutes. I'm so grateful for modern medicine--especially the epidural. I had to hold off pushing for a while, to get the epidural in, and everything was super painful. even with the epidural, I felt lots of pressure and a little pain.
It took longer than I expected for the baby to make his appearance, but when he did, I quickly recognized why. 9 lbs. 11 oz. later--almost 2 lbs. heavier than Guy's birth weight. No episiotomy and just a little tearing, things were much more rough last time. This time, the birth process was more painful, but the recovery has been much faster. Guy turned in the birth canal, so what he did to my body was the equivalent of delivering a 15 lb. baby. This time, though, for the actual labor I was exhausted, and contractions were every minute or minute and a half--it was tremendously exhausing. After about 45 minutes, I couldn't do it alone anymore. I said a prayer, asking for help to be done, and on the next contraction, I got enough help and energy to push long enough and hard enough for the baby to make his appearance. Whew!
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finished Sunday:
From the birthing room the nurses felt that the baby was having a hard time breathing because he kept making grunting noises. Eden might be on to something thinking the kid just wanted food. Unfortunately, he went straight to the NICU, and has been there ever since. He was on oxygen for a little while, but got off that at 1:45 this morning. For a little while, we were told he'd be able to get out this afternoon, but now we don't get him until tomorrow at discharge. He's doing just great, and I'm grateful for that, but it's not the idal set-up in terms of convenience. Thankfully, he's an all-star eater, but for every nursing session I have to go down to the NICU. However, I recognize that things could be much worse/more difficult. I'm healing really well. A lot faster than I expected. I've only taken Percocet since I've been here, and the walk from the maternity ward to the NICU has gotten much faster and much less painful.
Guy came to visit tonight with my folks and Eden. We've missed him these two days, but he's doing great. I was a little sad that we could only show him Cooper through the window. He wanted to see more of him, but was quickly distracted with the prospect of a cookie waiting for him in the room upstairs (thanks again, Adriana!).
Hopefully all goes as expected tonight and we get to head home early tomorrow morning. It'll be the best Valentine's Day ever.
Life is good, I know we've been blessed, and I'm tremendously grateful.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Our Latest News
Yesterday I hit 20 weeks-fun to hit 1/2 way on my birthday. :) Today we got the 20 week ultrasound. And this baby's a mover--kicking like crazy while we were looking.
Guy's been coming up and kissing my belly a lot, especially today. He holds his hands out (reaching for my belly), but when I tell him the baby isn't ready to be held yet, he leans in for a kiss or two. My stomach isn't even that big yet (photo to be taken soon), he just knows it's there because we ask him where the baby is. He's going to be a great big brother.
It's been a busy week--last Friday we moved into our own place (finally). Yea! The move-in and transition for Guy has been easier than I thought it would be. Today Guy learned how to climb out of bed AND open the front door, all in about 5 minutes.
Never a dull moment. Wow.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Any suggestions?
So, we're not super-prepared for the baby . . . we do have a car seat and now even some diapers. The good news is we can now get him home from the hospital. We're collecting and gathering . . . and I'm looking for any suggestions from people with more experience with babies than me (which just happens to be the bulk of my friends).
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Particularly . . . does any have a baby book they love? . . . the "first years/memories" type? I've been on the hunt and haven't found anything wonderful so far.
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And, is there anything else you just can't live without that is a well-kept secret?
Less than 2 weeks . . . maybe :)
So, thanks to my little ticker friend on the blog here, I've been pretty aware of how much time they think I have left before I deliver . . . I'm planning on being late, though. I figure it may just be the key to my mental well-being. My mom was always late, and since I'm very similar genetically, I'm just planning on it.
The good news is I am making progress towards delivery, though. The baby's been head down since the first time the dr. checked (during the 7th month), I've had some Braxton-Hicks contractions, the baby is dropping and "getting ready to come out" as the dr. put it (and his foot isn't in my rib so much these days-hooray!), and I'm a little dialated (all of 1 cm).
I feel like the pregnancy has gone pretty well . . . aside from the 4-hour glucose test that was a pain (at least I passed, though), and a bit of an iron deficiency (which pills have remedied), things have gone pretty well. . . While my wedding bands from my ring don't fit, I'm still wearing the bulk of my ring . . . and I've only gained 25 lbs. Things could definitely be worse!
Poor Rob, he's dealt with a lot of cold nights--I can't handle the heat--so he piles up on blankets. He's also been extra helpful with just about everything.
We actually took some pictures of the baby belly a couple weekends ago . . . I really need to get them up!
The good news is I am making progress towards delivery, though. The baby's been head down since the first time the dr. checked (during the 7th month), I've had some Braxton-Hicks contractions, the baby is dropping and "getting ready to come out" as the dr. put it (and his foot isn't in my rib so much these days-hooray!), and I'm a little dialated (all of 1 cm).
I feel like the pregnancy has gone pretty well . . . aside from the 4-hour glucose test that was a pain (at least I passed, though), and a bit of an iron deficiency (which pills have remedied), things have gone pretty well. . . While my wedding bands from my ring don't fit, I'm still wearing the bulk of my ring . . . and I've only gained 25 lbs. Things could definitely be worse!
Poor Rob, he's dealt with a lot of cold nights--I can't handle the heat--so he piles up on blankets. He's also been extra helpful with just about everything.
We actually took some pictures of the baby belly a couple weekends ago . . . I really need to get them up!
Monday, September 8, 2008
It's a BOY!
I'm 18 weeks pregnant without a new doctor in Utah (we're still settling in and figuring everything out). Last week we went to an ultra sound studio in the mall to find out the gender.
Still lots of time to pass before the baby comes, but at least now Rob is ready to talk names (before we learned the gender, he didn't see the point).
Still lots of time to pass before the baby comes, but at least now Rob is ready to talk names (before we learned the gender, he didn't see the point).
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