Aubri's Birth Story

Our birth story started on Saturday, April 28th.  Since I was having a scheduled c-section, I had to go to the hospital for some blood work and to submit a pee sample.  My doctor, more or less, recommended that I have a c-section due to the fact that my blood pressure had been so high.  I was fine with that.  More than fine with it.  Everyone is entitled to do whatever they want to their body.

We got to the hospital around 9 a.m.  They took my blood and I gave them wanted they wanted.  Then they sent me to the Maternity floor for a tour and to sign some paperwork.

They wheeled me up there in a wheelchair and sent me to a room with a RN who proceeded to explain what was going to happen.  

Things were going good.  "Blah blah be here at 5:45 a.m.  Anesthesia.  Blah blah blah. Private room.  Blah blah blah.  Surgery at 7:15. Blah blah blah"  Obviously I wasn't paying that great attention.  Then she starts to tell me exactly what will happen during the surgery and going into great details.  I was all like, "Whoa there. Thanks for all the details but we are just going to wing it so we don't need to know all the details." 

The nurse didn't seem too shocked.  I'm sure she's heard that before.  She said, "Ok.  Some people want to know everything and some people don't."  I again thanked her for offering the details but that I wasn't too concerned with it.  At that point, all I wanted was my baby.  I didn't care what they did with my intestines or anything like that.

We went and visited my mom and dad who were camping Saturday evening.  I have no idea what we did Sunday but I know that I barely slept.

Monday, April 30th we got to the hospital at 5:45 a.m.  By the time the hairy admitting lady got us checked in and wheeled me to the Maternity floor it was 6:15 or so.   The nurse came in and hooked me up to the monitor to monitor the baby.  I felt her moving.  And for the first time in the 9 months that I was pregnant, I thought for sure everything was going to be okay.

For the next hour or so, Matt and I just chilled in the room.  He got a doctor's outfit and he was sure that he was going to have to help.  A nurse tried telling us what was going to happen.  Again, I told her that we were winging it.  My doctor came in and seemed confident that everything was going to be okay.

Eventually, they wheeled me into the operating room.  That was around 7:30.  They poked me in the back and gave me a shot to numb my back.  It felt like a bee sting or someone pinching me.  Then they gave me a spinal.  I didn't feel it.  By the time they laid me back down, I couldn't feel anything.  Pretty soon my doctor came in the room.  He laid a cloth of some sort over, well over, you know.  

Soon after that Matt was allowed to come in the room.   He sat right by me and held my hand the whole time.  He didn't dare look at my stomach. He did tell me later that when he walked in the room he saw body parts hanging from something and that he wasn't sure if it was for demonstration or if they were mine.

I heard the doctor and nurses talking about doctor and nurse stuff in the background but I didn't feel a thing.  At 7:47, I heard a cry and the doctor pops around from behind the curtain holding our baby girl.  He said, "Here is your baby.  She's beautiful."  I cried.  Matt looked like he was going to cry.

I heard them talking about how she was a "10".  Apparently, there is some kind of scale they use to rate how good of shape babies are in when they are born.  She was a 10.  A nurse later told me that they hardly ever give 10's.

They cleaned her up and let me hold her for a minute while the doctor was stitching me up.  Then Matt went to the nursery with her while the doctor finished with me.  

After the doctor was done, they gave me some morphine.  

Now, if there was one thing I could have changed, I would have turned the morphine down.  I know I told them several times that morning and the Saturday before that I wanted any and all drugs they could give me.  But when I was laying there, I didn't even have a chance to turn it down before they doped me up.  They told me they were giving it to me and the next thing I know, it's in the IV.

Pretty soon after that, they took me to a recovery room.  When Matt came in, I noticed that he'd been crying.  I've only seem Matt cry once or twice before.

We never decided for sure what we were going to name her until the day she was born.  We had narrowed it down to either Kylin Rose or Aubria Rose.  I planned on letting Matt decide.  Before they brought her in the recovery room, Matt said, "She looks like an Aubria."  We decided that's what we would name her.

When they finally brought her into the recovery room, Matt and I got to spend some time alone with her.  We told her how much we loved her and how we'd never seen a baby as pretty as her and how she was a 10.

It was a day that neither of us will ever forget.  I didn't think anything could top the feeling of Matt coming home after 15 months in Iraq, but seeing our baby girl for the first time and knowing she was perfect definitely did.


What have we been up to? - Talk to us Tuesday

Saturday, Matt and Vinnie went camping with my parents. Aubri and I went to visit. I swear I packed half of her room for a 6 hour visit. I mean, how do I know how many outfits, blankets, and diapers she'll need? It almost all fit into one diaper bag.

Chilling in the stroller

When we got home Saturday night, I fed her a bottle, rocked her ni-night and tucked her into bed. My re-enforcement stayed at the campground so it was up to me to take care of her. (It was good practice for Matt's next drill weekend.) She's actually I good sleeper for a newborn, from what I've been told. She usually sleeps four hours at a time at night. I woke up once with her in the middle of the night and then again early in the morning.

By the way, I sleep about a thousand times better now than I did when I was pregnant.  Yeah, she wakes up hungry and wet, and I look at her all the time to make sure she is okay but I still sleep better than before.  So, that "sleep now because when the baby gets here....." is a load of garbage.

Sunday was my first Mothers' Day to a real child. Matt has always made me feel special on Mothers' Day for being a momma to our pups but this year was different.

When Matt got home, I got to take a three hour nap. Yay for naps!

He also got me a gorgeous ring. It has mine, his, and Aubri's birthstone. Lucky for me and her, her birthstone is diamond.  It's perfect!

We didn't do much Sunday.  We both got a nap in and turned down a couple visitors.  It was actually a perfect day.

Yesterday, Aubri had her two week check-up at the doctor's office.  My mom came over in the morning and let me go shopping.  I got her a new pretty little dress to wear to the doctor.

 Aubri in her pretty little dress.

 We have a thumb-sucker.

Getting dressed is hard work for a little girl.

She weighed 7 pounds 6 ounces at her appointment.  Which, he said is right where she needs to be.  She lost about half a pounds after she was born, which apparently is normal.  She now weights two ounces more than when she was born.

The doctor checked her out good.  He said she is perfect and that she's a pretty baby.

Today is my brother's/Aubri's favorite uncle's birthday.  We are going over to his house tonight for a cookout. Hopefully, we can get there without taking half of her room with us this time.

Today, I'm linking up with Impulsive Addict and Shawn for Talk to Us Tuesday!

Hope you all have a great week!


Maternity Pictures

I promised you all maternity pictures. Well, better late than never, right?  

I think I gained around 37 pounds when I was pregnant.  Originally, I planned on gaining 80.  About 25 pounds into it, I decided that was the shittest idea ever.  Plus, the gestational diabetes put a damper on my sweet tooth.

I'm going to tell you all a little secret.  My driver's license isn't correct.  I do not, nor have I, weighed 125 pounds for 7 or 8 years.  Matt did not know that until I got pregnant.  If the topic came up, I'd tell him, "My license says I weigh 125."  He would dropped it.

And I'm okay with not weighing 125.  

Today, I tried on a pair of pre-pregnancy "fat" jeans.  They fit.  They buttoned.  I took them off right away because of my incision ouwwweee.  And my wedding rings fit again!

I am somewhat thankful for having gestational diabetes.  It was an eye opener. And Aubri is fine.  They checked her blood sugar at the hospital 5 times. Every time it was right where it was supposed to be.

This losing weight thing might not be so hard.  I barely have time to eat.  I'm not complaining though.  I'm a stay-busy kinda gal.

Well, tomorrow we have a big day.  I told Matt to take Vinnie camping tomorrow.  (They both deserve it.) Aubri and I are going to visit tomorrow afternoon for awhile. (They are basically camping in my parent's friend's yard and there is a big shed.  It's hardly roughing it.)  We haven't left the house in almost 2 weeks.  I made a list of stuff she'll need.  I might need two diaper bags.  How can one little baby need so many things for a 4-6 hour trip?

Hope you all have a great weekend!  And a Very Happy Mother's Day to all Moms!


Sweet Baby Girl

Thank you all so much for all your "Congrats" and telling me how beautiful our little Aubria Rose is.  

Life has been something else since our baby girl has been born.  I knew that we would love her but I had no idea that we'd love her so much.

She's been such a good baby.  She eats good.  She burps good.  She mostly sleeps good.  She even poops good.

It's hard to think that she was once inside me.  She seems so little when I look at her but then again she seems too big to have been inside of me.

The first night was a little rough.  Every night since then has been better.  Most of the time she sleeps 3 to 4 hours at a time at night.  The second night she was home, I slept better than I have in the last 3 or so months.

Matt has been awesome.  He helps feed her, bathe her, change her, wash her bottles, empty the diaper trash (stinky, stinky).  He talks to her, holds her, rocks her, reads her books, tells her that she's beautiful, and gives her kisses.  She's definitely going to be a Daddy's girl. 

Daddy and Aubri

Mommy and Aubri

Coming home from the hospital

1st Cardinals game with Daddy.

She loves her pacifier.

I think she likes her home.

One thing I was afraid of was how the dogs would react to her.  Princess could give a shit less either way.  Vinnie is jealous.  He seems depressed but we are going to make an effort to give him some extra special attention now that we have somewhat of a routine.  Ozzy has totally surprised me.  He is kinda of old and a grouch ass.  I thought for sure I'd have to ship him off to live with my mom for a couple weeks.  But, he absolutely loves Aubria.  When she cries, he whines or barks.  He always sits so that he can see her.  I am shocked with how much he cares about her.  

Aubri doesn't care about them barking.  I'm guessing she heard enough of it while she was in my belly that it doesn't bother her.

Matt has to go back to work tomorrow.  I'm fairly confident that I can get through the day on my own if I need to.  My mom has helped a lot.  Wednesday was our first night home.  Thursday I texted her at 4 or 5 a.m. and told her to come over whenever that we were awake.  She showed up at 7 or so and Matt answered the door in his boxers.  She watched Aubri and let us sleep until 11.  It was a rough night. 

I'm trying to get caught up reading blogs.  I promise I'll do better as soon as I can.  This being a mom thing keeps me busier than I thought it would.  I wouldn't trade it for anything though.


She is here

Aubria Rose *******

Born on 4-30-12 at 7:47 a.m.

She is 7 pounds and 4 ounces and 21 inches long.

She's pefect.

Matt and I could not be happier.