Don't You Dare Pack A Bag!!!

Time for some updates and then some birth story fun! A special thanks to my mother and Matt for actually getting me to go to the hospital. I was in total denial that I was in labor and kinda lost my mind early on. (Ok, I went completely crazy).



But first, some updates!



I have once again become a human milk machine, which is a lot less scary this time around. Sloane is an awesome eater. Recovery has been amazing. I felt so awful when I was pregnant that now that I'm not pregnant, I feel like I could run a marathon. I LOVE being able to lay on my stomach. Every night I crawl into bed, lay on my stomach and say, "Matt! Look! Look! I'm on my stomach!".



Holynd has been cutting teeth left and right. She's working on her fourth top tooth and sixth bottom tooth. She's starting to form sentences, so we get to play "Guess-What-The-Heck-Holynd-Is-Trying-To-Say" all day long. She talks so fast that she tends to run all the words together. My favorite thing she started to say is, "No-ie, no-ie, no-ie you!". It's what she says when I tell her "No". We're also considering introducing a big-girl potty... Since she now tells us when to change her. She's also started taking off her own diaper if no one is heeding her "change me!" warnings. Holynd is (slowly) learning to love her little sister. She's had some jealousy issues, but Sloane is an awesome baby, so she doesn't care. ;) Holynd has developed a pretty serious Toy Story addiction. We watch Toy Story and Toy Story 2 at least once a day. I have dreams at night about Woody and Buzz getting hit by a bus because I've watched these movies so many times.


I think I can count on one hand all the times I've heard Sloane cry. Seriously. She is definitely my little Peterson-baby. She loves to snooze all day long. When she is awake, she likes to be right in the middle of everything. She's completely content with Holynd running full-tilt screaming, the vacuum running, the TV on... Sloane already seems to be her sister's complete opposite. At night, she wakes up to eat and goes right back to sleep. She even sleeps in her cradle! (Something her sister would never do).


And now for my slightly-crazy birth story!


I started contracting at 10:30pm on the 17th. They we're pretty painful and very consistent. Matt started timing them and they were 5 minutes apart, over a minute long until about midnight. They started to space out a little and weren't getting any worse, so we decided to just go to bed. I managed to sleep until about 4am and then my "somewhat" painful contractions turned into "I'm going to loose an ovary!" contractions. They were really far apart, so I tried desperately to sleep in between them.

The next morning I got out of bed in a very annoyed mood. I was so mad that my body was just playing "tricks" on me! I was 110 percent sure that these contractions weren't doing ANYTHING except making me miserable.

Holynd went down for a nap at about 10:30am and I started looking for things to do around the house. I was still having really painful contractions, but they were over 10 minutes apart, so again, I figured it was nothing. I started to clean things that weren't dirty, just for a distraction. A few minutes later, my mom called to check on me. After talking to me on the phone for awhile, mother's intuition kicked-in, and she convinced me to call my doctor. I called and left a message with the on-call nurse. At this point, I couldn't sit or stand because I had so much pressure in between contractions. I just kinda shuffled around the house leaning against things.

At 11am, I lost my mind. I was so frustrated that I was going through this and I wasn't going to get a baby out of it! I called Matt sobbing. He decided to come home. Right after I got off the phone with him, the nurse called me back. She made small talk for awhile, so she could hear me talk through one of my contractions. She asked me a few questions, then told me to head to the hospital. Right before I hung up with her she said, "It's always good to prepare to be sent home, just in case". This did not make the situation any better.

Matt got home a little while later and started to help me get Holynd ready to go see her G-Ma. (My mom was going to meet us at the hospital). After she was dressed, he asked what he should pack her for her G-Ma visit. I started screaming, "Don't you dare pack a bag!! We are coming home tonight! There will be no baby, not ever!!!! Stop getting your hopes up!". (Seriously, I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown).

When we got in the car, I noticed that my contractions were exactly seven minutes apart, like clockwork. They were getting increasingly painful and I started praying that they would at least give me a shot of pain killers before they sent me home. It was at this point that we noticed that we didn't have an insurance card on us and we had to turn around and go back home. By the time we left (again), I actually looked like a woman in labor. I started grabbing my stomach and breathing deeply during contractions. I didn't want to move, but I didn't want to sit still either. While all this is going on, Matt decides to take a "quicker" route to the hospital. It ended up taking us over an hour to get to the hospital.

We got to the hospital and dropped off Holynd. (With nothing more then a few diapers and a pair of pajamas. I have a very awesome mother who took care of everything until we got Holynd a bag of things the next day). We started walking into the hospital and I started bawling. I kept thinking about how embarrassing it was going to be to get sent home. I was so upset that I didn't notice how close my contractions had become.

At about 3pm, the triage nurse got me hooked up to the monitors and checked me. "4 cm" she said. I looked at her in disbelief, "What?!". She gave me a puzzled look and said, "You're contracting every 2 minutes. How far progressed were you at your last doctor's appointment?". I answered, "2 and a half centimeters". She smiled and said, "Did you want an epidural now or later?". I nearly died. I wanted to get up and hug this lady. "Now".

She left to go speak with a doctor and to watch my monitors for a few minutes. The contractions kept coming and I started to feel like someone was trying to drive a bus through my butt. (Yep, I just said that. No other way to describe it). Every time I had a contraction, I held on to Matt and told him, "Take me home! I don't want to have a baby anymore! Tell them I can't lay here anymore!" It was all too stressful and I wasn't 100% convinced they were really going to keep me there. The nurse came in and said my room was ready and they were admitting me. I was excited, but STILL in denial. I didn't let Matt start calling or texting anyone because I was convinced it was all a huge joke.

They got me to my room, stuck an IV in my arm and sent the amazing epidural lady in. After they got me all set up with a wonderful epidural, they checked me again, "5 centimeters", the nurse said, "You are definitely having a baby today. I'll send Dr Jones in to break your water". I finally told Matt we could start telling everyone. :)

At 8:28pm, Sloanie Balonie had arrived. She cried to 2.2 seconds and has been pretty much content ever since. We went home the next day, enjoyed some Thai food and laid in bed until 10:30am the next morning.

She's Landed...

We're so happy to announce that Sloane Isabel made her appearance 6-18-2010, 8:28pm.

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7lbs 15oz

20 inches long

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She's doing amazing and we were able to come home last night.

(I hate hospitals! We had to get out of there!).

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Matt is celebrating a very happy Father's Day today.

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More details later.

Lipstick, Yogurt and Nursery...

Just an update. I am still here and still very pregnant.

At 34 weeks, I was really far progressed for only being 34 weeks and my doctor was sure I'd go early... (But not too early, he didn't put me on bedrest or anything.)

At 36 weeks, I'd made a little bit more progress, but things had really slowed down. My doctor then predicted that I may go all the way to 39 weeks.

At 37 weeks, I'd made NO PROGRESS WHATSOEVER and so I was told to prepare myself to go all the way into my induction.

This baby is a jokester and I don't like it!

Anyway, everyone should probably be patient because it looks like baby is staying put for 12 more days. I started contracting at 28 weeks this pregnancy and in the last couple of weeks I've had very few contractions. (Does this seem backwards?!)

I've tried everything to induce labor; walk, exercise, sit on my yoga ball, eating spicy foods, eating curry, eating black licorice, cleaning my house from top to bottom, acupressure, etc. I have NOT tried Castor Oil, although my sister-in-law swears by it. She even gave me her bottle... it's sits in my medicine cabinet and haunts me everytime I open the cabinet.

In the meantime, Holynd is just as crazy and fun.

She got into my makeup and put on her own lipstick. Very beautiful!


She loves to eat with her own spoon and so I let her have her own bowl of yogurt. She was in heaven for the first ten minutes... until she decided she could do better without the spoon. (I'm not sure what was up with this face, it was early).

She just started licking it right out of the bowl.

Holynd is also an official nursery-goer. She LOVES it. They let us sneak her in early since she wasn't supposed to start until the 27th... and that's the day we're having a baby. It's been really nice being able to sit next to Matt in Sunday School and actually listen to the lesson in Relief Society. :)

Wanted

Wanted: One Baby Sister (A.K.A. Little Sissy-Monster)

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Qualified Applicant must be willing to report for work in 7 - 10 days via an easy 4 hour labor (per Mommy's request).

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Qualified Applicant must be willing to be thrown around on a trampoline by her Uncles. (Don't worry, McCoy usually protects you).

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Qualified Applicant must be willing to have tea parties and wear Mrs. Potato-Head's jewelry.

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Qualified Applicant must also be willing to play in the sandbox and eat dirt by the shovel-full. (Applicant must bring their own bucket and shovel because I refuse to share mine).

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Applicant will be expected to follow all directions given by big sister.

I can promise lots of love and affection from Mommy and Daddy; However, I can't promise full use of any toys or books. I also can't promise that I still won't be G-Ma's favorite sissy when you do report for work.

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Love, Holynd (A.K.A. Big Sissy-Monster)

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P.S. Qualified Applicant must be willing to go by the name:

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Sloane Isabel Peterson

Just Stay Where You Are!

These silver bins sit in my living room overflowing with toys. It started with just a couple of toys, then some books, then all the books, then all the toys. I used to try and sneak the toys back into Holynd's room, but she always brings them back in. My living room is usually covered with toys and I'm ok with that. (Sometimes...)

She can sit here and play with toys for over an hour. Sometimes I'm relieved because I can fold laundry, iron, clean or read uninterrupted. (Or, lately, lay on the couch and try to calm contractions down).

Sometimes I just like to sit and watch her. She reads to herself, plays with her baby or has little tea parties.

I get so excited that this pregnancy is nearing its' end... but then I think, "But if this pregnancy is almost over, that means that Holynd is almost 18 months old... That can't be right! She's still my baby!". I want to just freeze time and make her stay little.

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Holynd also loves Ellen. She loves to dance and watch the funny things Ellen does on her show. Yesterday, Robert Pattinson came out. When Holynd saw him she gasped, covered her eyes in embarrassment and said, "WOW!".

Later that night, I told her dad and his response was, "No! No boys!".

Sorry Holynd... No boys ;)

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