Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Grace's birth story, Part 2

Continued from Part 1

Craig jumps out of bed and frantically starts asking what I need and what to do. I asked him to give me a minute... and a towel. I waddled into the bathroom and did what anybody would do in this situation- I looked up what to do in my What to Expect book, because really I had no idea. Our birthing class had said most women don't have their water break spontaneously and just focused on timing contractions. The book pretty much said the same thing, but added a line that said your doctor will have provided you a set of instructions on what to do if your water breaks. Apparently my doctor didn't see that line in the book because he had not given me those instructions. I had Craig bring me my phone and my insurance card (I was still in the bathroom) and I called Kaiser. The on call nurse said, "Congratulations, you're having a baby today! We'll see you at the hospital pretty soon! You probably have time to take a shower if you want to."

I had taken a shower the night before so Craig jumped in the shower and he started throwing clothes in a bag. I then remembered the big bowl of fresh berries in the fridge. I knew they would go bad before we got home from the hospital, so I prepared and froze them all. I also packed a lunch bag with snacks in it for Craig. Then I went and requested a substitute for my classes, and sent my principal this email:
"I put in for my sub for today, but I don't think I will be back for the rest of the year. My water broke tonight!"

I grabbed my hospital bag (I had packed it after spending an evening being monitored for contractions a few weeks earlier) and we were off!

After checking in and being triaged in the labor and delivery unit, I was admitted. My contractions were fairly regular, although not really painful yet. My "plan" for labor was to go as long as possible with out an epidural.  During our birthing classes I also had grand ideas about what I would be doing during labor. I wanted to walk, use the ball and go in the tub. We did walk one lap around the floor and grabbed a ball but that was about it. When it came down to it, I had no interest in the tub or using the ball. I was most comfortable laying on my side. We tried to watch some TV. Craig did eat some of the snacks, including the worst smelling Cheeze-Its. Then I just got tired. I tried to nap, but the contractions kept waking me up.

At some point, while "watching" the Today show, I asked the nurse to get my epidural. I just really wanted a nap! The anesthesiologist came in shortly after and after making me get into the most uncomfortable position ever, it was in. All throughout my pregnancy women had told me that once they got the epidural put in, they couldn't feel anything and nurses would tell them when they were having a contraction. Let me tell you what, I didn't need any one telling me when the contractions were happening, I felt every single one. And they hurt. I have no idea what it would feel like without the epidural, but I was in pain for each one.

I labored for a bit longer until the nurses got the doctor and he said it was time to push. I have no idea how long it took. Craig has reminded me that I said "owie, owie, owie" and "I can't do this." But I did, and finally at 1:29 pm we got to meet our baby girl.

It was exhausting and energizing at the same time. Grace was a perfect 7 pounds 3 ounces and 19 inches long. Eventually we settled into our mother baby room and had a relatively uneventful first night, until the next morning.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Grace's Birth Story, Part 1

Before I left for work June 6, 2014. 37 weeks pregnant
Friday June 6. This date had been written on the board for weeks. I told my students that all work was due that day. They had another week of school, but just in case the baby chose an early birthday, all their work needed to be turned in by then in order to be graded. My due date wasn't until June 27, but I wanted to avoid getting a million assignments the day before school was out when I just wanted to be home. At the end of each class on Friday I said "Get your work to me by 3:00! Have a great weekend! See you Monday." I did have a few kids come in after school to finish their final projects and drop stuff off. I stayed until 4:30 grading and entering things.

Saturday morning (June 7) I went and walked through the neighborhood garage sale at the airpark with my friend and her family. I found no treasures but enjoyed a good hour+ long walk. After coming home, Craig and I headed over to his Uncle's strawberry fields to pick. Well, Craig picked berries and I drank some ice water watching the two buckets fill up. When we got home I was pretty worn out so the berries waited a day. Well, we ate a bunch of fresh berries and strawberry shortcake :)

Sunday (June 8) I made a ton of strawberry jam, and prepared and froze over 25 cups of berries for smoothies etc. I kept one big bowl of fresh ones for snacking. And more shortcake. I went to bed pretty early that night. As the activities coordinator, the last week of school is a big one and I needed all the sleep I could get.

However I woke up several times during the night. Each time I woke up I felt something, but I would go to the bathroom and everything was normal so I just went back to sleep. At 4:28 (I looked at the clock!) I was woken up with what felt like Grace giving me a big punch and then a gush. I grabbed Craig's arm. "I think my water just broke."

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Half way there!

I really meant to take weekly pictures. I even planned to pose with my weekly fruit. I bought the fruit one week (a lime) then I was making tacos and used it. Then it took us 20 minutes to get a shot I liked at week 15. I forgot about the onion when I was at the store, and I don't like sweet potatoes. I had planned to do it again this week (#19), but mangoes are expensive in February in Oregon. So I got some frozen ones and made a smoothie. I hope this doesn't reflect on my future momness.

Probably the most common question I get since finding out, is "how are you feeling?" Honestly, I have felt really good. There were 3 nights where I told Craig that my "tum hurts." But I think I just wanted him to bring me some tea. Really the first trimester was a breeze for me. Yes, I was super tired. I would come home and take a nap, and then wake up for dinner, then go to bed around 8:30 or so. With everything that happened with Craig's mom, I was obviously emotional. But I do admit to crying at an episode of Dogs 101. And two episodes of Parks and Rec.

The Friday before Superbowl we got a text that Craig's uncle was hosting a party and Grandma was making enchiladas. These things are fantastic, and she hasn't made them in quite awhile so nothing was stopping us from being there. Grandpa's brother came up to me and said my face "looks nice and skinny and most ladies get pregnant in their face and get all the chins." (there may have been a little lost in his translation, but I'm pretty sure that is exactly what he meant.) Then one of Craig's aunts said my belly looked nice and small and cute. She asked me to remind her how far along I was, when I told her about 4.5 months, she said "Oh, I didn't get that big until 6 months." At least my face isn't pregnant with all the chins.

Probably the most exciting part so far has been our two ultrasounds. We had a pretty in depth one at 12 weeks to rule some stuff out (everything looked good) and it was so neat to see it actually look like something. Yesterday we had our second one. And this one was the biggie. For most of the pregnancy I have had a feeling little one was a boy. Mostly because of the old wives tale that says no morning sickness=boy. Then one day about a week or so ago I was driving home from work and out of no where I got this overwhelming feeling that it was a girl. Craig and I have talked about names for both boys and girls, we have a couple girls names we like but are far from agreeing on a boys name. Then we hear this yesterday:
I told Craig that now we need to settle on a girl's name. He said, "we did ___________." (I think I am going to wait a bit to share our choice with everyone. I mean... I want to make sure that's what it is before I start getting monogrammed blankets and things.)

Welp, I think that's about it for now! I am off work today on an unexpected snow day. So weird for us to have a snow day in February.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Quotes from my classroom

It is the end of the semester at school. My students are busy finishing up two large projects, so there is a lot of work time and not much "teaching" from me. I thought this is a good time to share a collection of what my students have been talking about among themselves.

"Twerking is my passion."~ I'm pretty sure she was joking. But she said it with such a straight face that I am not quite sure.

"Rumors are like farts. They spread around fast and no one likes them."~ This was the slogan one group came up with for their anti-bullying campaign. Here is the video that they made if you want to check it out. (they are all published to youtube, this one is just my favorite)

"Mrs. C, my Hulk strength keeps breaking these hole punchers." (seriously, this kid broke two of them in a row. I don't really understand how.

The school needed these sets of laminated cards sorted, organized, hole punched and put onto rings. There were over 100 sets that needed to be put together. My leadership kids are usually asked to do stuff like this, I mean 28 kids can do stuff like this way faster than one or two adults, or students aides. I told them it was a race to see which group could make the most. One super competitive girl was taking charge in her table when I over heard this (K is a boy, M is the girl):
K: My thumbs are starting to hurt. (he was opening and closing the rings)
M: K-you are slacking on your job! Keep going!
K: I think they are swelling.
M: You want to win don't you? Suck it up!
There was no prize for the first place team.

"Do you like my uterus? There's a baby in it."~ She was drawing a picture for her alphabet book they are creating.

"Can I live tweet your class today? I want to get you trending on twitter."

"I've never kissed a boy, but I'm not scared. I know I will be good at it." ~ This makes me happy. We have an 8th grade girl at the school who is pregnant, so I am always happy when I hear the more innocent ones.

"Mrs. C, do you have road flares or an orange cone in your car?"
"No A, I do not."
"If you get in a car crash, you are pretty much dead with out those things."
His end of the year speech was on what to do in a car crash. Apparently I can't survive without those.

"In conclusion, you need to have a spare tire, a cell phone and a screwdriver in your car in case of emergencies."~ This student's speech was on what happens after you get your drivers license. I had no idea how crucial a screwdriver was.

Me- "I'm pretty sure I spelled license wrong. I always do. How is it spelled?" (Seriously, I cannot spell that word without spell check or looking it up. Even here I get the red squiggly line under it.)
A- "Don't forget the silent Q at the end."

Student- "Mrs. C, does this drawing look like Drake or Jesus?"
Me- "Um... Honestly I don't know what Drake looks like, but that drawing kind of looks like the pictures of Jesus at church."
Student- "Hmm... well I love Drake and Jesus, so I guess it's okay."

I can see how those two might get confused. :)

There has also been rumors floating around school about me being pregnant. I already decided that I am not going to do a big announcement for my classes about it, I mean, they'll figure it out eventually right? But, I also decided that I won't lie if a kid asks me. So far one girl has asked, but no one else has. I have had a few kids come up to me and say " I have a question for you." When I ask what it is, they get all giggly and say never mind. 

I love that I have a job that makes me laugh everyday. What is the best part of your job??