So, the night my water broke was pretty funny and I've failed to fill you in yet! Here's the whole story.....
So, we'd decided that we'd have Sonic for dinner. So, I had to go pee before we left (you knew I had to say something about peeing - every pregnant story has to include something about the potty!). Well, while in the bathroom, I began to feel nauseous. So, when I got out of the bathroom, I told Jeremy that I really didn't want to throw down a greasy burger, so I started rummaging around the bottom cabinets in search of a can of chicken noodle soup. Well, I didn't find one so I stood and WOW; what was that?! I said, "Oo..., ooo..., OOOO...!" and grabbed the front of my pants! Jeremy said, "Did you pee on yourself?!" I took off toward the bathroom and it happened again.... I said, "Do you really think I peed on myself when I just went to the bathroom?!"
Ok, so fast forward about 10 minutes and we are still trying to figure out whether my water has broken or not... The books say it will be a small gush, and I wasn't sure that it was a small gush or not, but I wasn't sure what it was if it wasn't my water breaking.... So, I'm laying down and standing up repeatedly trying to get it to happen again, and realized that I'd not seen Jer in a few minutes. So, I went to look for him. You'll never guess what he was doing.... HE WAS CLEANING TOILETS! Yes, that's what I said, cleaning toilets! So, I stood in the hallway laughing at him because he was nesting and then realized that I could walk - my hip had been in such pain for a week and a half- and then I laughed harder! ..and he laughed, and we just had a good 'ole time right there in the hallway!
But then there was still the question, "What do we do? Did your water break or not?" So, we made a few phone calls and finished packing the bags and decided to head on to the hospital.
Ok, so, remember what we were doing when this all started? That's right, we were discussing dinner. So, fast forward another 10 minutes and we're pulling into the McDonalds drive thru! Yes, that's right, McDonalds! I didn't eat anything just in case the anesthesia made me sick, but Jer did! And of all things, he HAD to have a McRib ('cause you know they were only for a limited time!) Well, you cannot eat a McRib and drive.... So, I'm steering the car that is taking me to the hospital because I'm in labor.... and, can I just say that that McRib stunk so bad and everytime he put his hands close to me, I could still smell the BBQ sauce! YUCK!
Alright, if you want to read about the labor part, you can read my post from November.
Now, fast forward about 12 hours.... Our families had driven all night and had finally made it to the hospital. Little did they know, they were in for a culture shock! The gypsy's were also having a baby that day! I've heard that everywhere you turned there were gypsy women and girls! I didn't see it that day, but I have seen them on another occasion at the hospital. ...that's all I'm going to say about that, because apparently they read about themselves on the internet... Here is a blog entry I found so that those who don't know about them can catch up! http://stillstandingforhim.blogspot.com/2008/02/irish-travelin.html
Oh, the memories we've made!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wowza!
Where has the time gone?! Ok, before we talk about that, can I just say that I am the best wife Jeremy Bailey has ever had?! I, yes, I, cooked him breakfast before he left for work yesterday morning! ...scrambled eggs and microwave pancakes... It was the first time in our marriage that I have ever cooked breakfast before he left for work - it may never happen again, so he better have cherished the moment!
Ok, so back to what you all want to hear about - WE GOT A CAT! We named her Melba. She's a house cat and uses the litter box nicely, which I am just tickled about! She is the most beautiful black and white cat I've ever seen, with long hair and a big fluffy tail! I just love her to death! We let her eat off of our good dishes and sleep on our bed. We will be taking her to church with us on Sunday so that she can hear about God. ...ok, ha, you got me - I'm a liar! ...but I bet that I sure had some of you going! We aren't really going to take her into church, we'll just leave her in the car so that everyone can see her when they leave!
And now what you've all been waiting for.... DRUM ROLL! (...and I've just got to throw this in there.... "Eddie, I wouldn't be more surprised if I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet." ...love that movie!) Cole is now 11 weeks old! There, I said it; are you happy? What? More? You gotta be kidding me!
So a lot has happened since my last post. We've got reflux. We've got Zantac (which by the way, only costs me $5, but the receipt says that my insurance saved me $75! GASP!). We've gained weight which means we're wearing bigger diapers. Oh, you want me to start at the top... pushy, pushy, you....
So we enjoyed our white Christmas in Alabama. And, yes, it really snowed on Christmas Day. James Spann, one of our heroes, said that it was the first time Alabama had ever had a white Christmas in the history of the record books, but some of us remember at least a Christmas Eve in which there was snow and ice present- I remember this because I fell up (yes, UP) the steps at my grandparents' house. So, anyway, Cole's first Christmas was a white one. The grandparents and aunt loved and kissed all over Cole while he was there and when we brought him home, he. was. rotten. Any semblance of a schedule was eradicated. Gone. Zilch. Nada.
So the first week after the spoilage, we had to go to the doctor because Cole's ears were seeping yellowish goo from the lobe and behind the ear. He basically has eczema really bad. We were prescribed an antibiotic ointment and were advised to grease him up with Aquaphor to keep him supple. (Ok, so the doc didn't actually use those words... apparently my vocab is superb when I'm sleep deprived. Guess that's why I had good grades in my lit and writing classes.... However, my spelling is not so superb, so thank you spell check!) During this week, his sleeping habits only exhibited themselves during the daylight hours and his spitting up increased dramatically from the amount it had been in previous weeks. I attributed this to him being fussy about his ears. (At this appt he weighed 13 lbs 1 oz.)
So the next week, when his ear issues were cleared up, he was still fussy and the spitting up was awful! Jeremy called one evening on his way home from work and I told him we had a 'puke fountain.' His carpool guys thought that one was funny...! Oh, if they'd been here to see it! So that night, there was no sleeping going on for Cole and me. It was just not going to happen. Everytime I did get him to fall asleep, he'd sense that I was going to put him down and so he'd either pop his eyes open and look around or he'd puke; or he'd do both... This was also the week that my clothes washer broke. Oh joy. A puke fest and a broken washer = fun and resourseful times. Yay me! NOT! So on that Thursday morning, Jeremy came in to say bye before he left for work and Cole and I were so pitiful that he stayed home from work! I was probably worse off than Cole was - Jeremy told me to go to bed, so I did - no argument from this one! And he tended to Cole for a few hours, which ended up being easy peasy because Cole was finally ready to sleep! Cole went to the doc that day and that is when the Zantac was prescribed. (At this appt he weighed 13 lbs 8 oz.) That Thursday night and Friday were a new experience for me - I had a totally different child on my hands! He slept without grunting and tossing. He ate without puking. And, we had clean clothes because the washer was delivered (and I thought we were going to wear it out that weekend!)
So then the next week was his two month check up. He got a good report (of couse, because this was the third week in a row we'd seen the doc!) He weighed 13 lbs, 8 oz which was the 90th percentile for his age (so he didn't gain any weight over this week) and he was 23.25 inches long, which was the 60th percentile. He is a big boy! That was two weeks ago and I can tell that he is even bigger now. We are bumping up to a size 2 diaper - we had an extracurricular bath yesterday, so there will be no more size one diapers used in this house after the rest of this small pack is used up. ...again, yay me.... I've also been looking through his 3-6 month clothes to see what we have and what needs to be washed. He wore one of his 3-6 month sleepers yesterday and it fit him pretty well, which surprised me!
Ok, ok, ok... I must confess.... We aren't taking Melba to church. We don't let her sleep on our bed or eat off of our good dishes. Melba doesn't have a big fluffy tail and she isn't quite as beautiful as I've made her out to be. Hmm... I might even say that she isn't even the least bit on the pretty side.
Cole has become very sociable over the last few weeks. He coos and squeals all the time and loves to play with his hanging toys. He is also becoming very independent. He will lay in his crib and have a morning chat with himself before he calls for me to come and get him to eat. One day this week his chat lasted an hour! He will also play by himself and have just the best time swatting at his toys! He has started to self soothe by sucking on his hand and fingers. One morning I caught him acutally sucking his thumb! He has also started putting himself asleep at nap time - if we could only get him to do this at night!
Jeremy's schedule has changed at work and he no longer has to work nights! His new schedule has rocked my world but I'm getting used to it and what a pleasant change it is to have him home every evening and every weekend! I think Cole is enjoying it, too! Wednesday evening Jeremy came through the door calling Cole and his little eyes lit up so! He was excited to see his daddy!
Well, actually, I've not been honest with you... we don't even have a cat. I just made up that whole story about Melba!
Ok, so back to what you all want to hear about - WE GOT A CAT! We named her Melba. She's a house cat and uses the litter box nicely, which I am just tickled about! She is the most beautiful black and white cat I've ever seen, with long hair and a big fluffy tail! I just love her to death! We let her eat off of our good dishes and sleep on our bed. We will be taking her to church with us on Sunday so that she can hear about God. ...ok, ha, you got me - I'm a liar! ...but I bet that I sure had some of you going! We aren't really going to take her into church, we'll just leave her in the car so that everyone can see her when they leave!
And now what you've all been waiting for.... DRUM ROLL! (...and I've just got to throw this in there.... "Eddie, I wouldn't be more surprised if I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet." ...love that movie!) Cole is now 11 weeks old! There, I said it; are you happy? What? More? You gotta be kidding me!
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| 11 weeks old and already hogging the remote! He is wearing a 3-6 month sleeper in this pic. |
So a lot has happened since my last post. We've got reflux. We've got Zantac (which by the way, only costs me $5, but the receipt says that my insurance saved me $75! GASP!). We've gained weight which means we're wearing bigger diapers. Oh, you want me to start at the top... pushy, pushy, you....
So we enjoyed our white Christmas in Alabama. And, yes, it really snowed on Christmas Day. James Spann, one of our heroes, said that it was the first time Alabama had ever had a white Christmas in the history of the record books, but some of us remember at least a Christmas Eve in which there was snow and ice present- I remember this because I fell up (yes, UP) the steps at my grandparents' house. So, anyway, Cole's first Christmas was a white one. The grandparents and aunt loved and kissed all over Cole while he was there and when we brought him home, he. was. rotten. Any semblance of a schedule was eradicated. Gone. Zilch. Nada.
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| Christmas Eve |
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| Christmas Eve - Maw Maw and Paw Paw Posey's first meeting with Cole! |
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| Christmas Eve - 5 generations: Great Great Grandfather Pugh, Maw Maw Posey, Grandmommy Wells, Jess, and Cole |
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| Christmas Eve - Cousins meeting for the first time: Will, born September 6th, and Cole, born November 10th. |
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| Christmas Eve - Playing together already... or fighting, you decide! |
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| Christmas Day - Our white Christmas was just beginning! |
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| Christmas Day - in our pajamas to open gifts from Santa! |
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| Christmas Day - all tuckered out! |
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| Christmas Ninja! |
So the first week after the spoilage, we had to go to the doctor because Cole's ears were seeping yellowish goo from the lobe and behind the ear. He basically has eczema really bad. We were prescribed an antibiotic ointment and were advised to grease him up with Aquaphor to keep him supple. (Ok, so the doc didn't actually use those words... apparently my vocab is superb when I'm sleep deprived. Guess that's why I had good grades in my lit and writing classes.... However, my spelling is not so superb, so thank you spell check!) During this week, his sleeping habits only exhibited themselves during the daylight hours and his spitting up increased dramatically from the amount it had been in previous weeks. I attributed this to him being fussy about his ears. (At this appt he weighed 13 lbs 1 oz.)
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| 5 weeks old |
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| 5 weeks old - upset that Momma had to go to the doctor! |
So the next week, when his ear issues were cleared up, he was still fussy and the spitting up was awful! Jeremy called one evening on his way home from work and I told him we had a 'puke fountain.' His carpool guys thought that one was funny...! Oh, if they'd been here to see it! So that night, there was no sleeping going on for Cole and me. It was just not going to happen. Everytime I did get him to fall asleep, he'd sense that I was going to put him down and so he'd either pop his eyes open and look around or he'd puke; or he'd do both... This was also the week that my clothes washer broke. Oh joy. A puke fest and a broken washer = fun and resourseful times. Yay me! NOT! So on that Thursday morning, Jeremy came in to say bye before he left for work and Cole and I were so pitiful that he stayed home from work! I was probably worse off than Cole was - Jeremy told me to go to bed, so I did - no argument from this one! And he tended to Cole for a few hours, which ended up being easy peasy because Cole was finally ready to sleep! Cole went to the doc that day and that is when the Zantac was prescribed. (At this appt he weighed 13 lbs 8 oz.) That Thursday night and Friday were a new experience for me - I had a totally different child on my hands! He slept without grunting and tossing. He ate without puking. And, we had clean clothes because the washer was delivered (and I thought we were going to wear it out that weekend!)
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| 6 weeks - the cutest SOCKS ever! |
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| 6 weeks old - spending time with Aunt Mandy |
So then the next week was his two month check up. He got a good report (of couse, because this was the third week in a row we'd seen the doc!) He weighed 13 lbs, 8 oz which was the 90th percentile for his age (so he didn't gain any weight over this week) and he was 23.25 inches long, which was the 60th percentile. He is a big boy! That was two weeks ago and I can tell that he is even bigger now. We are bumping up to a size 2 diaper - we had an extracurricular bath yesterday, so there will be no more size one diapers used in this house after the rest of this small pack is used up. ...again, yay me.... I've also been looking through his 3-6 month clothes to see what we have and what needs to be washed. He wore one of his 3-6 month sleepers yesterday and it fit him pretty well, which surprised me!
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| 7 weeks old - excited that Daddy is home! |
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| 7 weeks old - loving bath time with Mommy! |
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| 7 weeks old - cutest Charlie Brown ever |
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| 7 weeks old |
Ok, ok, ok... I must confess.... We aren't taking Melba to church. We don't let her sleep on our bed or eat off of our good dishes. Melba doesn't have a big fluffy tail and she isn't quite as beautiful as I've made her out to be. Hmm... I might even say that she isn't even the least bit on the pretty side.
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| 8 weeks old |
Cole has become very sociable over the last few weeks. He coos and squeals all the time and loves to play with his hanging toys. He is also becoming very independent. He will lay in his crib and have a morning chat with himself before he calls for me to come and get him to eat. One day this week his chat lasted an hour! He will also play by himself and have just the best time swatting at his toys! He has started to self soothe by sucking on his hand and fingers. One morning I caught him acutally sucking his thumb! He has also started putting himself asleep at nap time - if we could only get him to do this at night!
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| 9 weeks old - we didn't make it out of the house in this outfit... he puked on it when we put him in his carseat! yay me! |
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| 9 weeks old - stylin' and profilin' |
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| 9 weeks old - look at my chunky legs and gut! |
Jeremy's schedule has changed at work and he no longer has to work nights! His new schedule has rocked my world but I'm getting used to it and what a pleasant change it is to have him home every evening and every weekend! I think Cole is enjoying it, too! Wednesday evening Jeremy came through the door calling Cole and his little eyes lit up so! He was excited to see his daddy!
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| 10 weeks old - sucking on my hand is my new favorite thing to do |
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| 10 weeks old - look how long I am! |
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| 10 weeks old - BOO! |
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| 10 weeks old - Daddy took me for a walk outside in the yard and I feel asleep before we got back inside.... |
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| 10 weeks old - I love my swing! Momma loves my socks! |
Well, actually, I've not been honest with you... we don't even have a cat. I just made up that whole story about Melba!
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| 11 weeks old - playing with my hanging toys |
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| 11 weeks old |