So, Chris and I are just kind of looking at each other. He is trying to keep me calm and I am trying not to hyperventilate. The surgery has started now.
My doctor says to me, "Okay, I am removing your old scar now," to which I reply, "You don't have to tell me." I would rather not discuss anything that has to do with my insides while I lie there awake and be cut open. She says okay and then they all just act like they are out to lunch or something. They just talk about their kids and vacations and stuff the whole time. I guess that's okay. That's better than them being nervous and me hearing that in their voices like it was with Mckenzee.
I started feeling sleepy. I looked at Keith and said, "Did you give me that sleepy medicine? I don't want any sleepy medicine." He told me he gave me just enough to take the edge off and he wouldn't give me anymore.
Then, less than 10 minutes in we heard him. He came out with the cutest cry. Chris and I just looked at each other. He said, "He's here!" I just kept saying "oh, oh, oh." I loved his cry and I loved him already. Chris started taking pictures right away. They brought him around to see me real quick before cleaning him up. I remember thinking that he looked just like his Daddy.
They moved the curtain a little so I could watch them getting him measured and stuff. Chris was right there with them taking pictures. The poor little thing was just screaming his head off. The doctor said he had pretty strawberry blonde hair. After they wrapped him up they gave him to Chris and when Chris talked to him he calmed down. It is just the coolest thing how babies recognize your voice. He brought him to me and I kissed his face. I kept wanting to touch his face. He was just so soft. Chris just held him in the chair next to me and kept taking his picture. He got really good ones. He wasn't red or squished or anything. He was so cute.
I felt pretty sleepy then. I kept wanting to look at him, but it was hurting my neck. Chris told me to just close my eyes until it was over, that it was okay to relax. I did. I just laid there and waited and every now and then I would look over at my sweet husband holding our son.
They finally finished. I didn't feel sleepy anymore. They moved me over to my recovery bed and I got to hold him. I just kept wanting to rub my lips on his soft face. It's no wonder Mckenzee loves to do that now. He is so soft. He laid next to me on the way back to our room. When we got there I was able to sit up and nurse him. Without giving to much information for you....that went well. I was glad.
Chris handed me a James Avery bag. He had written a sweet card for me and inside was a red box with two rings inside. One had a peridot stone. That is Mckenzee's birthstone. The other one had a garnet stone for Riley. It was such a sweet and thoughtful gift that he did all on his own. I'll have to post a picture of them. We talked about how cute our son was and decided we were ready for Big Sister to come meet him and Chris went to get her and tell my parents that everything was okay.
Man, this is getting long......more soon.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The day he came...
I have put off actually writing anything and just posting pictures for long enough. I thought I'd document the day baby Riley came for all of you.
I'll start with the night before. We didn't finish our house cleaning, but Chris said no more. He told me he would come home and make sure it was ready while I was at the hospital. He is the best husband for me. Going through childbirth for the second time has brought us even closer and I am thankful that God brought us together at such a young age. He is such an amazing husband.
We took Mckenzee and Macy to my parents. This would be the first night we have ever been child AND dog free since Mckenzee was born. This was her first night away from both of us at the same time. I have to say, it was nice. We came home and hung out a little. We made sure everything was ready to go to the hospital. We went to bed late, which is very typical of us. We always wish by the time we are in bed that we had come to bed much sooner. I had a meltdown then. I was just so scared to go through with everything in the morning. My experience with Mckenzee was not a good one and I just didn't know how this one would be either. Chris prayed for me and hugged me and that calmed me down some.
The alarm went off at 4:00am. Chris woke me up and I got in the shower. I will say it is much easier to get ready when you are not tending to a two year old. Of course, if I took to showering at 4 am every morning I wouldn't be tending to a two year old anyway. We left about 5:15. It was dark outside and I looked at the moon and stars and tried to imprint them in my brain to remember to tell Riley about how they looked the day he was born.
When we arrived at the hopital we went to Labor and Delivery. I told them my name and that I was there to check in for a c-section. It was very quiet and I felt like I was the only one there. There were so many nurses taking care of me and they were all so nice. We went straight to our room and she tried to start my IV and get blood to fill the viles for whatever they needed and Riley's cord blood collection. The first IV didn't take, but hurt like hell. The second one hurt worse, but they got it in. She tried to get the blood from there and I took it as long as I could and had to tell her to stop because she was losing me. Finally, a wonderful nurse named Alyssa came in and drew blood from my arm.....what a novel idea. I barely felt it and she got all that she needed. The dang IV still hurt hours later. I met the anesthesiologist, Keith, and I liked him very much. He was what I figured was a young, thirty something, black man wearing green scrubs and a Pittsburgh Steelers "doo rag" if you will, I am not sure about that lingo. He was sarcastic and funny and very much what I needed to calm my nerves. I later learned, after hearing him talk, that he was probably older than my parents. I'm telling you, I wouldn't have put him over 35 and I would've bet money on it.
My sweet nurse walked me to the OR. I asked if Chris could come and she said not until I was prepped. I hated that. He didn't get to be with me before either, but that time was a little more hurried and he had to get his scrubs on while they took me back. I was terrified of the spinal. The nurse held my face and counted for me to breathe. Her hands were soft and cold like my mom's when I am sick so I pretended she was my mom. Finally, that was done and they laid me back. Let me just say after having two c-sections the spinal is FAR better than the epidural for c-sections. I felt pain and pressure like I was getting my insides punched out with Mckenzee and this time I felt very little pressure at all, BUT I had numbness up into my face and it felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn't breathe well, but Keith said I was breathing fine and that was all in my head. He put the cold rag on my neck and asked if I could feel that it was cold and I said no. I'll post a picture of me soon and you can see how my facial muscles are sagging. I look like a chipmunk....weird.
I asked then if I could have my husband back and they let him in. I told them that I did not want ANY medicine that would make me sleepy. They gave me something with Mckenzee because I was feeling so much and I was very sleepy when she came and I hated that.
Chris sat by my head and talked to me and held my hand. It helped to see his face and hear his voice.
I know this is not very entertaining.....and that's all I have in me right now...to be continued.......
I'll start with the night before. We didn't finish our house cleaning, but Chris said no more. He told me he would come home and make sure it was ready while I was at the hospital. He is the best husband for me. Going through childbirth for the second time has brought us even closer and I am thankful that God brought us together at such a young age. He is such an amazing husband.
We took Mckenzee and Macy to my parents. This would be the first night we have ever been child AND dog free since Mckenzee was born. This was her first night away from both of us at the same time. I have to say, it was nice. We came home and hung out a little. We made sure everything was ready to go to the hospital. We went to bed late, which is very typical of us. We always wish by the time we are in bed that we had come to bed much sooner. I had a meltdown then. I was just so scared to go through with everything in the morning. My experience with Mckenzee was not a good one and I just didn't know how this one would be either. Chris prayed for me and hugged me and that calmed me down some.
The alarm went off at 4:00am. Chris woke me up and I got in the shower. I will say it is much easier to get ready when you are not tending to a two year old. Of course, if I took to showering at 4 am every morning I wouldn't be tending to a two year old anyway. We left about 5:15. It was dark outside and I looked at the moon and stars and tried to imprint them in my brain to remember to tell Riley about how they looked the day he was born.
When we arrived at the hopital we went to Labor and Delivery. I told them my name and that I was there to check in for a c-section. It was very quiet and I felt like I was the only one there. There were so many nurses taking care of me and they were all so nice. We went straight to our room and she tried to start my IV and get blood to fill the viles for whatever they needed and Riley's cord blood collection. The first IV didn't take, but hurt like hell. The second one hurt worse, but they got it in. She tried to get the blood from there and I took it as long as I could and had to tell her to stop because she was losing me. Finally, a wonderful nurse named Alyssa came in and drew blood from my arm.....what a novel idea. I barely felt it and she got all that she needed. The dang IV still hurt hours later. I met the anesthesiologist, Keith, and I liked him very much. He was what I figured was a young, thirty something, black man wearing green scrubs and a Pittsburgh Steelers "doo rag" if you will, I am not sure about that lingo. He was sarcastic and funny and very much what I needed to calm my nerves. I later learned, after hearing him talk, that he was probably older than my parents. I'm telling you, I wouldn't have put him over 35 and I would've bet money on it.
My sweet nurse walked me to the OR. I asked if Chris could come and she said not until I was prepped. I hated that. He didn't get to be with me before either, but that time was a little more hurried and he had to get his scrubs on while they took me back. I was terrified of the spinal. The nurse held my face and counted for me to breathe. Her hands were soft and cold like my mom's when I am sick so I pretended she was my mom. Finally, that was done and they laid me back. Let me just say after having two c-sections the spinal is FAR better than the epidural for c-sections. I felt pain and pressure like I was getting my insides punched out with Mckenzee and this time I felt very little pressure at all, BUT I had numbness up into my face and it felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn't breathe well, but Keith said I was breathing fine and that was all in my head. He put the cold rag on my neck and asked if I could feel that it was cold and I said no. I'll post a picture of me soon and you can see how my facial muscles are sagging. I look like a chipmunk....weird.
I asked then if I could have my husband back and they let him in. I told them that I did not want ANY medicine that would make me sleepy. They gave me something with Mckenzee because I was feeling so much and I was very sleepy when she came and I hated that.
Chris sat by my head and talked to me and held my hand. It helped to see his face and hear his voice.
I know this is not very entertaining.....and that's all I have in me right now...to be continued.......
Some Pictures
Here are some pictures we took of Riley last weekend. I really like them and I would like them more if I could learn more about my photoshop program so I could do what I want to them. I need to break down and read the manual. Anyway, here's my cutie.
Monday, February 2, 2009
...and My Sweet Mckenzee too!
Funny girl playing in her bed
Our Superbowl Party.....Daddy and his blonde babies
Daddy and Kenzee going to get the mail on the ice day.
My silly girl
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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