I have an almost 3 year old on my hands. He is completely potty trained, talking up a storm (seriously never shuts up) and loves to mimic every word and action that we do. This kid has managed to say "shit" in the correct form (i.e. "oh shit") and his truck word sounds a lot like the "f" word. He is our foot ball playing getting rough and rowdy kid. He is scared of nothing except the Vacuum Cleaner (which i have yet to figure out and yes I chase him around the house with it because it is hilarious how he screams like a girl)
My first pregnancy was rather interesting. I had a lot of blood pressure issues throughout that caused me to swell so badly that no pair of paints fit right, my wedding rings came of early in the pregnancy, and I have stretch marks from the swelling in places no one should have them (seriously no one warns you about stretch marks on your ass or boobs) Our first ultrasound he was quite proud to show his gender (frog leg position) and to this day he loves to show off his wee wee.
My husband and I didn't exactly plan our pregnancy, we didn't say no kids but we also didn't say "let's have a kid'' it just happened (pssht yeah right) Work was rather crazy for me so my period was missed for an entire week before I got the hint. I took three tests in the bathroom one night and boy did those suckers light up like a Christmas Tree (I wonder if it would be more effective if they yelled "your pregnant" because no one ever believes the first test right?) I didn't tell my husband until the next day and when I did he didn't say anything for 5 minutes. I had started to cry and told him to say something because he is freaking me out. He grabbed his phone to check his calendar and to ask me when my confirmation appointment is. So yeah I was pregnant.
He did not come on his due date...in fact he came two weeks later. I had what the Dr. called an unfavorable cervix. (still sounds insulting to this day) I was put on bed rest because of my blood pressure and by the time I was about to hit week two past our due date I got up the night before and boogied my ass off in the living room for 30 minutes while dinner cooked. Labor started the next morning around 3 a.m.
I went in to wake my husband at our usual time at 6:30a and told him I thought I was in labor and that he could go to work or stay home with me. He looks at me with big brown eyes and says he'll go to work. (of course) I sit at home having pretty regular contractions until he gets home around 1 and I can't stand it anymore and we head to my OB office. At this point my contractions are every five minutes and I haven't peed all day. The OB checks my urine and my cervix. I had calcium deposits and I was 1 cm dilated (whoop whoop) she admitted me because of my blood pressure. They broke my waters and gave me Pitocin to assist in the labor. I had an epidural that had to have three boosts and I went through 4 bags. By the time I felt I needed to push we had been in the hospital for 16 hours. I pushed for 2 hours and still this kid would not come out. I rested for an hour in different positions to try and get him to come lower on my cervix himself and started pushing again. Having pushed for that long the OB on call came in and wanted this to be over with (they were very busy and needed the room and he wanted to eat lunch because it was 12:00pm) I wasn't making any progress and so he assisted with the vacuum pump. It slipped of his head because of all the hair three times (the nurse was braiding his hair while I was trying to push) finally he came out!! The Dr. just stared at him for a few minutes in shock than told the nurse to take care of him. He weighed in at 10 pound 4 oz and 22 inches long....born vaginally....I tore up and down (ewww gross) and couldn't walk or stand up straight for a couple of days. I had lost so much blood and my count was so low that people were shocked that I was moving around and talking but they all looked at me terrified because I was ghostly white. We donated the cord blood and it took 4-5 big syringes worth.
Because he was so big and I was laboring so long with him he came out with breathing trouble and had to be under an oxygen tent for 3 days. They would not feed him until his breathing calmed and I could not hold him to calm him down because they wanted him under the tent. It was the most frustrating situation I had ever been in as a new mom. One of the pediatricians on call finally made a decision to feed him because she said he was just mad and hungry and we can't starve a big baby like that, he fed and finally came off the oxygen because he had calmed down enough to breath. Finally I was able to go in and hold and feed him and eventually we took him home after being in the hospital a whole week for antibiotic treatments. It was one of the most scariest experiences in my life but I look back on this miracle as an experience well worth it. That pediatrician became our regular pediatrician and I really miss her, she was one of the best.
He has grown to be a super strong and amazing child. A true blessing and a true boy. I love my boy to the ends of the earth and I am so glad that we can fart and giggle together.
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