Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Oliver's Grand Entrance
This is a picture of Oliver's first nap in his own crib. After I put him down, I just started bawling. The whole experience was so amazing and my hormones were out of whack. I cried very easily for the next few months. Jenny would find me standing over his crib crying, muttering something like "he's just so amazing." I don't think I got beyond the word amazing. It's cliche and inadequate, but there are no words ...miraculous, wondrous, extraordinary, awe-inspiring... they're all inadequate.
I think that Oliver was held the entire time we were in the hospital. This is a picture of him nursing for the very first time - he always used to stick his little pinky out.
Based on Oliver’s date of conception (5/15/05) he would have been 40 weeks old on 7/12/06, but the doctors estimated his due date to be 6/26/06. When that day passed, they were willing to induce my labor. I wanted him to be born on 6/30/06 because the numbers are so nice and also because I read all the horoscopes between 6/26 and 7/12 and June 30th was the luckiest day. Our appointment for induction was at 5:00pm on 6/29 but they didn’t start the pitocin until 8:00pm. Previous to this, I was doing everything I could to induce labor naturally, but it wasn’t going to happen and we didn’t want to wait anymore. I knew that I wanted an epidural, but I waited a little while because I wanted to feel something. I started to have some cramps at around 10 or 11pm so I decided to go ahead and have the epidural before the pain got too intense. I don’t think that the epidural worked at all, and at around 3:00am, the pain got so bad that I couldn’t talk. I was so scared because I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for excruciating pain and I could feel my body pushing Oliver through the birth canal – it’s an amazing process, but I felt so out of control. It was the most intense, scary pain I have ever, and hopefully will ever feel. Jenny helped me try to breath through it, and I suppose it helped a little but there's no way to go but through it. The anesthesiologist was in an emergency c-section, but when Dr. Neives came in and saw how much pain I was he went in and got her. She fixed the epidural and after that it was cake. Dr. Nieves broke my water at around 4:00am then at around 5:15 Irene, our nurse, came in and was astonished to find that I was fully dilated and ready to push, so I did. One would think that pushing a baby out of your body would cause some discomfort, but I didn’t feel a thing (god bless anesthesia). After about 20 or 25 minutes, Oliver was born and they put him on my chest. I was completely astounded to hold this tiny toothless creature and suddenly he was no longer an abstraction but a real baby. I remember thinking, holy crap, there’s a baby on my chest.
Later that day we had an endless stream of visitors - Rose, Aaron, Heather & her nephew Savior, Mike, Becky, Jason, Snooky, Laura, Grandma, Ruth & her ex Jen, and a whole bunch of people that Jenny works with - Heather, Janet, Jen (Towlie), Brian, Carla, and others - I can't remember, I was in daze.
I think that Oliver was held the entire time we were in the hospital. This is a picture of him nursing for the very first time - he always used to stick his little pinky out.
Based on Oliver’s date of conception (5/15/05) he would have been 40 weeks old on 7/12/06, but the doctors estimated his due date to be 6/26/06. When that day passed, they were willing to induce my labor. I wanted him to be born on 6/30/06 because the numbers are so nice and also because I read all the horoscopes between 6/26 and 7/12 and June 30th was the luckiest day. Our appointment for induction was at 5:00pm on 6/29 but they didn’t start the pitocin until 8:00pm. Previous to this, I was doing everything I could to induce labor naturally, but it wasn’t going to happen and we didn’t want to wait anymore. I knew that I wanted an epidural, but I waited a little while because I wanted to feel something. I started to have some cramps at around 10 or 11pm so I decided to go ahead and have the epidural before the pain got too intense. I don’t think that the epidural worked at all, and at around 3:00am, the pain got so bad that I couldn’t talk. I was so scared because I hadn’t mentally prepared myself for excruciating pain and I could feel my body pushing Oliver through the birth canal – it’s an amazing process, but I felt so out of control. It was the most intense, scary pain I have ever, and hopefully will ever feel. Jenny helped me try to breath through it, and I suppose it helped a little but there's no way to go but through it. The anesthesiologist was in an emergency c-section, but when Dr. Neives came in and saw how much pain I was he went in and got her. She fixed the epidural and after that it was cake. Dr. Nieves broke my water at around 4:00am then at around 5:15 Irene, our nurse, came in and was astonished to find that I was fully dilated and ready to push, so I did. One would think that pushing a baby out of your body would cause some discomfort, but I didn’t feel a thing (god bless anesthesia). After about 20 or 25 minutes, Oliver was born and they put him on my chest. I was completely astounded to hold this tiny toothless creature and suddenly he was no longer an abstraction but a real baby. I remember thinking, holy crap, there’s a baby on my chest.
Later that day we had an endless stream of visitors - Rose, Aaron, Heather & her nephew Savior, Mike, Becky, Jason, Snooky, Laura, Grandma, Ruth & her ex Jen, and a whole bunch of people that Jenny works with - Heather, Janet, Jen (Towlie), Brian, Carla, and others - I can't remember, I was in daze.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)