Baby Lukey Baby

We have a new addition. I was scheduled to be induced on Monday Feb.22 @ 7am. We arranged to have Granny come up on Sunday evening to be here with Jack since we had to be at the hospital at 6:30am. She arrived around 6:30 or 7pm, we ate Chinese, Jack played with his new puzzle and game, and then went in to read with Granny. I decided to take a shower and while in the shower suddenly began to have strong contractions. Not sure what to do or what was going on I tried to ignore them and finish my shower- they would not be ignored. I called to Pete and told him he would have to start timing them so we could figure out if they were the real deal. I didn't really want to drive out to the hospital that evening since I had to be there early in the morning. After about an hour of timing we saw they were two minutes apart and lasting about 45 seconds. Hmmm.... what to do? Since Granny was there already it was decided we would page the doctor and go to the hospital.

After being in our room for only a few minutes our doctor arrived to check things out. I was 5 centimeters and 100% effaced, but since I have an incompetent cervix this was not something to be overly excited about. The nurse informed me it could be a while still and this was probably very early labor. She then handed me all my paperwork to fill out- this was at 10:30pm. Things kept at the same pace for the next hour and a half- no increase in pain or contractions. I had decided no epidural and didn't need it so far. At midnight my water broke, I paged the nurse, she checked me, and I was at 7 centimeters. She wasn't overly impressed and said that my contractions will increase now and become more intense but it would still be awhile, but to page her if I felt like pushing. As soon as she left the room the pain became significantly more intense and continued every 30 seconds. Just as I was wondering if I would be able to handle this I began to feel the worst possible pain I could imagine and just started pounding on the nurse call button. I believe this is when I became crazy pregnant lady.

I had been turned on my side because it was less painful and I could hold onto the side of the bed, but she told me that I wasn't going to have the baby that way so I had to turn on my back. I honestly believed that there was no way I could physically turn or move at all. She was not one of those nice patient nurses -- she was one of those you better do what I say nurses. I finally got turned over and after feeling like that was all I could do she then demanded I scoot down to the edge of the bed. I really felt like I had exerted all my energy just turning over. After this the doctor arrived and another nurse. For whatever reason I kept my eyes closed from that point on. The pain was intense and I screamed- a lot and loud- I would say it was primal. I cried and became quite a bit like a toddler. They would tell me to push and I would say no. They said if you quit screaming and push it won't hurt as much- I said I can't do that. They said just push with all your might and I told them I had no might. They said move your legs back and I refused. I know I scared any other women that may have been on the floor because I was really that loud. The mean nurse was mean and I didn't like it and the nice nurse was a liar I found out-- she kept telling me just one more but after falling for that about 5 times I realized she was not being honest. It was at this point I decided not to push and I meant it. However, the baby's head was halfway out at that point, so it wasn't the safest time to show how stubborn I could be and the mean nurse let me know. I agreed to stop screaming and start pushing. Then it turns out that he was stuck, his shoulder wouldn't come out, and so this pushing thing became harder to do, and I really wanted to scream. I don't know what happened because I wasn't looking but I do know he came out. I know that, to me, it felt like forever but apparently it was only minutes because my water broke at midnight and he was born at 12:42am.

The repair job on me took about 35 minutes, longer than the actual delivery, and I had yet to open my eyes. I am not sure why. So I still hadn't seen my baby. I heard snippets of things that they were saying, and I heard that he was 8 1/2 lbs and that the doctor thought he was only going to be about 7 to 7 1/2. I heard that his face was completely blue, but he was breathing and everything was fine. It turns out his face was blue due to bruising from 1. being so big and having problems coming out and 2. my deciding not to push when his head was already halfway out.

It wasn't until they brought him over that I really opened my eyes. He was blue and so a lot of our hospital pictures of him are kind of scary looking, but he was fine and healthy. He has a little bit of jaundice due to the bruising but so far it isn't as bad as Jack's and hopefully it won't be. He has been an amazing baby so far with only one day of horrible fussing and no eating- it was the day of his circumcision. Jack is pumped up to have a baby brother and calls him baby lukey baby. He talks in a baby voice to him and wants to check on him when he is asleep. So far things are going well- let's hope it continues!!

He's still got it

For anyone who had worried that perhaps young stinky had lost it-- don't you worry he's still got it. That mischievous streak is still in him.
I am not feeling well today-I have a cold or something- so I have been having my own timeouts. The first one consisted of a hot shower. My son brought some cars into the bathroom and played with them on the counter while I bathed. A few minutes later I heard the door open and close and young stinky left the bathroom. Oh well, I wasn't about to leave the hot water. After my shower, I discover my son covered in ketchup. He had poured almost a bottle of ketchup into a container that was on the coffee table. It was his turn for a bath now-- too bad I had used all the hot water. Oh well, that is what happens when you are naughty. So a few hours later I started feeling under the weather again and decided to lay down in bed for a few minutes. At first I heard him playing with his cars, but then I guess I can began to drift into sleep, and the sound of silence woke me. I called to him and nothing. I tried again and again- finally he came in. His head was completely white and so was part of his face. Turns out he had discovered the Desitin. It also turns out that another bath was in order. Please note that Jack hates baths that involve actually washing him-he cries, screams, and throws a fit. I had to wash his hair twice and apparently Desitin doesn't come out with shampoo. The only thing I could think to do was cut his hair. I got out the electric clippers and Desitin is too thick to use with clippers. I got out the scissors. I am no hairstylist so I just started cutting. Now some of the Desitin came out but he had sufficiently coated his head so I figured it was time to try washing it a third time. This did not help. So what we are left with is seen below. I would have kept cutting, but then he wouldn't have any hair and his scalp would still be covered in Desitin. I know it looks wet but it isn't.

A little Bobby Fischer?

e2-e4 e7-e6-if this means anything to you then you and my son have a lot in common . Ok maybe he doesn't understand it 100% but he is well on his way. Last week his book of choice for night time reading was a chess book. He asked me to read from this book-I don't understand the notations so I told him I couldn't. He took the book away from me and says, "Well I will read it to you. Bishop e2, bishop e4, bishop e5 interesting." Then instead of taking his matchbox cars to bed with him he wanted to take his white queen. The same thing happened again when we went in the car- he took his white queen and king. I believe Pete is quite a proud poppa. In a couple years Pete and Uncle Mischa may have to start going to tournaments.

We haven't started the potty training process with Jack because 1. He wasn't ready 2. We figured right before the baby was born was not the time to do this. We still aren't potty training him, but he is starting to become very very interested in the potty. He will take off his diaper and demand to sit on the potty. If he pees in his diaper, even once, he gets upset and wants a new diaper. So this seems to be optimal potty training time but frankly I don't have the energy and Pete isn't here all day to devote the time to it. I am afraid we will miss our window of opportunity though. We were helping to prop him up on the potty but there is no way poop could happen, so we went to Target to buy him a little seat to go on the potty. I was going to grab the simple white seat, but Pete stopped me and grabbed the Cars potty seat. (Nice eye Weigel). So Jack is very excited about this potty seat. He somehow got a little confused about what it was and thinks it is a Potty Train. We don't really want to correct him because he thinks the fact it is a Potty Train is pretty cool. Since I just can't bring myself to devote full time to this we only use it a few times during the day. I am already noticing a problem. He has been promised 1 Life Saver every time he pees, so he will pee and get his Life Saver and then as soon as it is gone say- I need to pee- when back on the potty he will pee. The kid is saving his pee up and portioning it out so he can get more candy. Not sure how to deal with this as I don't want to start getting mad at him or punishing him for using the potty, but I don't want to reward going to the potty only to have him hold some of it in. There have been no poops, but he is more than willing to try. He will sit there for minutes and try but not be able to, but get his diaper back on and 3 minutes later he has pooped.

Well we are hoping for Big Baby to come soon. I have a feeling it will be-- so keep us in your prayers!!