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Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Poopy Here, Poopy There, Poopy-Poop Everywhere!
Our days are now filled with little sleep, lots of eating, peeing and pooping. Camden is definitely keeping life entertaining to say the least. Its hard to believe he will already be three weeks old tomorrow.
On Wednesday we ventured to Bloomfield to get our pictures taken. Angela's sister has a friend, Julie Dodd, that does pics on the side and she was in need of 3 newborn models. Naturally, since I have the cutest baby in the world, I decided to volunteer. Mommy, Daddy, and Camden went to get our first pictures as a family. She had just went to a class to learn some new lighting techniques and wanted Camden to be completely naked. The pictures were going really well, she had put a piece of plastic on the floor in case he would pee, just hold him over that...well, we didn't think "What if he pooped?" Yep, Mommy was ever so discretely trying to cover his privates when he decided it was time to go poopy! I am breastfeeding and everyone knows how wonderful breast milk poop is! Luckily I "caught" the majority of it in my hand and just got a little drop on my shirt. He is so honorary already, but I guess its the memories that are being made that really matter. Its definitely a first photo shoot I won't forget. To top things off, the night before we had just got done with his bath and I was carrying him to the living room to get dressed and he pooped in his towel. He is such a turd and I wouldn't trade it for the world!
On Wednesday we ventured to Bloomfield to get our pictures taken. Angela's sister has a friend, Julie Dodd, that does pics on the side and she was in need of 3 newborn models. Naturally, since I have the cutest baby in the world, I decided to volunteer. Mommy, Daddy, and Camden went to get our first pictures as a family. She had just went to a class to learn some new lighting techniques and wanted Camden to be completely naked. The pictures were going really well, she had put a piece of plastic on the floor in case he would pee, just hold him over that...well, we didn't think "What if he pooped?" Yep, Mommy was ever so discretely trying to cover his privates when he decided it was time to go poopy! I am breastfeeding and everyone knows how wonderful breast milk poop is! Luckily I "caught" the majority of it in my hand and just got a little drop on my shirt. He is so honorary already, but I guess its the memories that are being made that really matter. Its definitely a first photo shoot I won't forget. To top things off, the night before we had just got done with his bath and I was carrying him to the living room to get dressed and he pooped in his towel. He is such a turd and I wouldn't trade it for the world!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
A little overdue
I've been so...well I don't know if busy would be the right word, so we'll say occupied lately I haven't sat down to blog. The past 2 1/2 weeks have been amazing, hectic, up and down, exhausting...you name it! I wouldn't trade it for the world though.
We'll start with the whole birth story. We (Carmon & I) arrived at the hospital at 5 a.m., went to our room and I changed into my sexy hospital gown. They started my IV and then I laid there for awhile. I was still just dilated to a 3, but 100% effaced. At 6:15 Dr. Carns came in and to my surprise she broke my water. I didn't realize that this was going to happen so fast. I started having contractions on my own which was wonderful, I thought things would go quickly now. They started the pitocin and I was brave. I was gonna go as long as I could without my epidural. The contractions started getting a little painful, but nothing I couldn't handle. At 9, the nurse came in and said that I seemed uncomfortable, and recommended I go ahead and get my epi. I was hesitant, but decided to go ahead and get it. I don't know why I wanted to play strong, that thing was WONDERFUL!!! By 2 p.m. I had quickly dilated to 8 and Carmon and I decided to go ahead and call everyone to come, since I was progressing well. My sister had already came around 12 b/c she was going to be back there with us in case I felt the urge to kill Carmon. Everyone came and I had dilated to 9 1/2 by late afternoon. We did something to try and get that last 1/2 cm and to try and get Camden to drop a little more, but he wouldn't come down. Finally around shift change at 7 the new nurse came in and checked me, she said she would call me about a 7-8. I was shocked, were my nurses from earlier stupid? How do you go from 10 to 7-8??? I had also started running a low grade fever by this time. The nurse suggested I start preparing myself(mentally) to have a C-section. I really didn't want a C-section, that just complicates everything. Longer to recover, unable to do things for yourself. I just started crying. Jess had a TERRIBLE experience with her C-section and I didn't want to go through that. Dr. Carns was at SFMC doing another C-section and she would be over to check me as soon as she got done there. When she arrived, she checked me and said that I would have to have a C-section. I was disappointed, but ready to be done and hold my baby boy. They prepped me and Carmon got decked out in his scrubs and less than 30 minutes later my prince had arrived. He had the worst cone head from sitting down there without his "swimming pool" all day, I felt terrible for him.
He was also sunny-side up so I wouldn't have been able to have him naturally no matter what.
I must say the C-section experience is definitely an odd one. To be awake and "feel" them cutting and pulling on you but not to feel any pain...WEIRD! Luckily, my experience wasn't as bad as Jess', most of hers was the drug concoction they gave her.
And now we have our precious little miracle!
We'll start with the whole birth story. We (Carmon & I) arrived at the hospital at 5 a.m., went to our room and I changed into my sexy hospital gown. They started my IV and then I laid there for awhile. I was still just dilated to a 3, but 100% effaced. At 6:15 Dr. Carns came in and to my surprise she broke my water. I didn't realize that this was going to happen so fast. I started having contractions on my own which was wonderful, I thought things would go quickly now. They started the pitocin and I was brave. I was gonna go as long as I could without my epidural. The contractions started getting a little painful, but nothing I couldn't handle. At 9, the nurse came in and said that I seemed uncomfortable, and recommended I go ahead and get my epi. I was hesitant, but decided to go ahead and get it. I don't know why I wanted to play strong, that thing was WONDERFUL!!! By 2 p.m. I had quickly dilated to 8 and Carmon and I decided to go ahead and call everyone to come, since I was progressing well. My sister had already came around 12 b/c she was going to be back there with us in case I felt the urge to kill Carmon. Everyone came and I had dilated to 9 1/2 by late afternoon. We did something to try and get that last 1/2 cm and to try and get Camden to drop a little more, but he wouldn't come down. Finally around shift change at 7 the new nurse came in and checked me, she said she would call me about a 7-8. I was shocked, were my nurses from earlier stupid? How do you go from 10 to 7-8??? I had also started running a low grade fever by this time. The nurse suggested I start preparing myself(mentally) to have a C-section. I really didn't want a C-section, that just complicates everything. Longer to recover, unable to do things for yourself. I just started crying. Jess had a TERRIBLE experience with her C-section and I didn't want to go through that. Dr. Carns was at SFMC doing another C-section and she would be over to check me as soon as she got done there. When she arrived, she checked me and said that I would have to have a C-section. I was disappointed, but ready to be done and hold my baby boy. They prepped me and Carmon got decked out in his scrubs and less than 30 minutes later my prince had arrived. He had the worst cone head from sitting down there without his "swimming pool" all day, I felt terrible for him.
He was also sunny-side up so I wouldn't have been able to have him naturally no matter what.I must say the C-section experience is definitely an odd one. To be awake and "feel" them cutting and pulling on you but not to feel any pain...WEIRD! Luckily, my experience wasn't as bad as Jess', most of hers was the drug concoction they gave her.
And now we have our precious little miracle!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Camden Lee
Our precious miracle arrived on June 9 at 8:25 p.m. He was 8 lbs and 19 1/2 inches long. We are all doing well. Carmon is a VERY proud daddy, and I am a VERY exhausted mommy! I really didn't want to have a c-section, but there wasn't an option. If all goes well we'll be home Thursday, and since Mommy can't drive we will welcome visitors.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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