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7:08 Avalon Noelle
Kaley’s doc is like a clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Ok seriously though. He said he would break her water at 6:00 and right on the dot he appeared on his white horse to save the day. Now it’s high time for some pushin’!
The candy man came!!! Kaley made it to 6 cm on her own and decided to go for the epidural. She is now up to 8 cm and feeling loopy and great. It is much more relaxed in there now.
Kaley looks beautiful. She looks strong. She is well prepared for this. She is in terrible pain now and even still a little curl will fall out of her ponytail onto her furrowed brow and it is adorable. Her legs are trembling she says. Nerves and exhaustion are setting in. Her antibiotics will kick in very shortly at which point Dr. will come and check her out. If she is more than 4 cm she is strongly considering an epidural. Just since starting this post her contractions have worsened. Hopefully this happens soon after her water is broken.
I just got to the hospital and Kaley is 3 to 4 centimeters. Contractions are getting closer and more intense. They are moving from triage to her birthing suite as we speak. Dr. Lyons will be in to break her water and bring Ava into the world soon. It’s happening!!!
Courtney again. Which is a great sign because that means Kaley is too busy gripping the “Oh crap” handle in the car in between contractions as Rob speedily (but safely) transports her back to the hospital for round 2 of the exodus of Avalon.
So, since Kaley’s last post, her contractions have been getting more and more intense and she is finally making her way back to the hospital with contractions that “make her grip the dresser” in pain. She said she is beyond the point of not being able to talk through them, and they are taking her breath away. Can’t get much closer without an arm or something popping out down there, right???
Ugh, I’m sorry you have to deal with my commentary during her delivery. Just hope for a speedy and healthy delivery and I will be out of your Reader before you know it and Kaley will be back with a new and improved Mommy Blog.
I am on my way to the hospital now and will keep you updated with every bit of news I hear. Prayers, prayers, prayers.
Hello, it’s Courtney. The sister in the really stupid picture in the previous post, visiting in from Because My Sister Made Me to update you on our favorite blogger’s labor status. That’s right, labor status. Well, sort of.
OK, this morning, Mo called me and let me know that Kaley went to the doctor at 9:30 for her delivery date doctor’s appointment. Apparently she was having Braxton Hicks contractions, and since I go to college and value the knowledge that is Wikipedia, I will enlighten the rest of you who have never had a baby or spent much time in the presence of a pregnant woman as to what this exactly entails: Braxton Hicks contractions are a tightening of the uterine muscles for one to two minutes and is thought to be an aid to the body in its preparation for birth. Not all expectant mothers have these contractions. They are thought to be part of the process of effacement, the thinning of the cervix.
So, she’s having the contractions pretty regularly from what I understand and as this is occuring, the baby’s heart rate is dipping a little. I don’t think it is unusal for this to happen but just to run some stress tests on the baby, they went ahead and admitted her to Memorial Hospital where she will be delivering the baby.
Rob is probably at the hospital by now because at 10:30, I heard he was on his way home to get Kaley’s suitcase and then en route to Memorial. Don’t plan on going shopping at Orange Tree, either because Mom is definitely going to bail on her job and begin her Mamie duties STAT. Ava is way more important than someone interested in buying an envirosack, unfortunately.
If I hear anything else, I will be back to update you all because God bless you, I know there are some die-hard Cheap Therapy lovers who are chomping at the bit. Thanks for thinking about Kaley, Rob, and Avalon right now. Keep them in your prayers, and I will hopefully be back soon with some news.
–Court
Rob is taking me to get a pedicure tonight. I asked him yesterday if he would since my toes are in total disrepair and 1) it’s physically impossible for me to contort my body enough to reach down and paint my own toes and 2) I don’t exactly trust Rob to do it. However, I’ve realized that me saying that Rob is “taking me to get a pedicure” sounds a lot more glamorous and romantic than it really is, considering all he is doing is dropping me off at the salon while he goes and runs some of his own errands. It’s not like he’s going to sit with me throughout the whole thing or whip out cash to pay for the pedicure when I’m done. So really, scratch that first sentence, Rob has nothing to do with it.
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Etsy has been a dear friend of mine ever since I found out that we were expecting a girl. Are you aware of the endless treasures that etsy offers for babies? So far I have bought lots of headbands, bows, and baby leg warmers for Avalon and everything is so adorable. It was all moderately priced, too, and I really like buying straight from the artists themselves. Something about it makes me feel like a good samaritan.
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I’ve turned into a peach fanatic lately. In the past three days I’d estimate that I’ve eaten at least seven peaches. They’re so juicy and good this time of year, it makes me wish that summer lasted all year long so we could enjoy the fresh produce. I thought about whipping up some peach cobbler or peach pie or peachy something-or-other, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I think I must unconsciously love the unadulterated peaches too much to let them mingle with flour and sugar. And if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
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Yesterday I got to meet the Head Honcho of labor nurses at the hospital where I will be delivering Avalon (she is a client of my mom’s). She was really, really nice and made me feel very comfortable and at ease about labor and delivery. Her biggest piece of advice for me was to STAY OUT OF BED when in labor. Stay on my feet, move around, use the tub, do the hokey-pokey, whatever it takes. Which is all good, but you know what all those things mean? No epidural. Epidurals essentially glue your butt to the bed and you forfeit the opportunity of getting out of it until after the whole thing is done and over with. So! I think I’m going to try and remain mobile and epidural-free for as long as my body can handle it. This could be six minutes or six hours. What a fun gamble. Anybody want to place any bets?
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You know when your split ends are screaming at you to get a haircut but you ignore all the commotion and let it just keep on growing, dry, split ends and all? That’s where I am right now, as I’m on a quest to grow my hair long again. My hair has been every length and color in the past twelve years, from pixie cut to way down my back, and here is some more recent evidence:
This was right before our wedding, and was the longest my hair had ever been. I had grown my hair out for a couple of years knowing that I wanted it really long for my wedding. Then I got married and this happened:
I hacked it off, a la Posh Spice, and donated the remains to Locks of Love figuring that, hey, my wedding was over, I didn’t need all that hair anymore.
Now I’m in the BLAHHHH middle/boring length trying to get it back to where it was pre-wedding. I don’t know why, I guess I just liked it. And also (THIS IS GOING TO SOUND SO SHALLOW, CAN’T BELIEVE I AM EVEN SAYING THIS), I want to be a ‘cute mom’. And I picture myself as a ‘cute mom’ with long hair. Also: I love throwing my hair up into a quick ponytail.
Ugh, I am ridiculous. Somebody slug me.
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A word of caution: please disregard all lip-smacking, hair not staying tucked behind ears, and random, boring babble.
Rob is going to be out of town next weekend over my birthday, so for the past couple of days he has been bugging me to open my present. He was so anxious for me to open my gift that you would have thought there was bomb in there ready to explode if I didn’t HURRY UP AND OPEN IT, OMG. So Wednesday night, a whole week and a half before my actual birthday, I finally gave in and opened it.
And he totally surprised me…
… with a new MacBook Pro! I had no clue this was coming at all. I had been using his old laptop, which worked fine, but apparently I deserved a sweet upgrade. Since then, my live-in computer nerd has transferred everything from my old Mac to the new one. He has probably spent more time playing with it than I have, which makes me wonder if this gift was partly for him…but it doesn’t matter. He’s too good to me.
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My mom started a blog! She’s funny and sentimental and cute all at the same time. Make sure to go over and check her out HERE.
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This morning while Rob and I were eating breakfast we saw the national weather forecast and Rob commented, “Wow, look it’s like 115 degrees in Las Vegas.” For some reason, maybe because I was still asleep, I chose to respond with, “Yeah. Hey, isn’t Vegas in New Mexico?” And everyone, it’s not. It’s in Nevada. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Rob had rolled his eyes at me when I said that, or busted out laughing so hard that his granola went flying out of his mouth and across the kitchen. But instead he just looked at me straight-faced and told me it’s in Nevada.
The point of this story? I am dumb. And I have recently determined that I am especially dumb when it comes to anything geography, math, history, and/or science-related. Seriously, sometimes when we’re bored my sister and her fiance will fire off trivia questions for me to answer. The only reason this is fun is because my answers are so off the wall and downright wrong that it’s hilarious.
Also, embarrassing.
I think when my children are in fourth grade learning state capitals I will try to dodge their geography homework by instead educating them on more practical things, like some accounting debit and credit lessons. Or the difference between there, their, and they’re. After that, I’m pretty much done and they better scoot along to their Daddy.
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The third trimester is totally starting to finally kick in and make me feel all wonky and tired and zombie-like. It’s like I regressed back into the First Trimester Lazy Haze.
Also, sleeping sucks lately as it’s impossible to get comfortable without my back, my ribs, or my stomach aching. Next thing you know, my eyebrows will be uncomfortable and keeping me up all night.
However, last night I was so tired that my body finally allowed me to sleep soundly all night long. These are the nights I am cherishing, as I know they’ll be long gone after August 25th(ish).
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Tomorrow we are going to our day-long birthing class at the hospital. I have some deeply mixed emotions about this.
Part of me is really excited to go and learn about what exactly is going to happen when I finally go into labor. The other part of me is absolutely TERRIFIED to know all the details (ie: episiotomy).
(Note to self: never again google the word “episiotomy” to find the correct spelling.)
I mentioned on my Facebook status the other day that I was banning myself from watching TLC’s A Baby Story until after I had given birth, though honestly? I think that show is more addicting than cocaine. The harder I try to keep from stopping on that show while flipping through channels, THE MORE I NEED IT. I can barely help myself.
Anyway, I am pretty sure I can blame that show for all the terror I’m feeling.
Well, that, and now also googling the word “episiotomy.”
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