It was about 5pm when Mike came into the office and asked what I wanted for dinner. I was craving Longhorn for some reason and he agreed to go. With a sore lower back, I finished up whatever work I was doing and we were soon out the door. We enjoyed our meal, joking about how it might be our last night out together for a while.. Our last “date” for the next few months. As we were walking out to the car, my belly felt really hard and I grabbed Mike’s hand for him to feel it. We laughed about the fact that I probably ate too much, which was nothing new to us at that point.
When we got home we went back to bed to watch some TV. I noticed that my stomach would get really hard and then felt like blubber. This started around 9pm and I felt no pain or discomfort. The clock continued to tick as I was restlessly laying in bed thinking of our baby and mentally preparing myself for labor. As you get closer to your due date, sleeping becomes difficult, so I was awake all night mindlessly scanning Facebook, Instagram, WebMD (haha), etc…
The clock struck 1:30 and I felt pain. Whew. “That’s got to be a contraction”, I thought to myself. With every “hard belly” moment, the pain came and lasted about 30 seconds. I would go 5-7 minutes without pain, and it’d strike again. At this point in my pregnancy, I hadn’t had many (if any) Braxton Hicks contractions, so I wasn’t sure if I was just starting to experience them or if it was real labor. After all, we were still 5 days away from our due date. At my last check up, the doctor reminded me to call when the contractions are 2-5 mins apart consistently for an hour. Me being the person I am (an idiot) didn’t realize the “on-call” doctor was already at the hospital so I let the contractions drag out and I moped around the house. Up and down, in and out of bed, on the toilet, off the toilet, back and forth. I didn’t want to drag the doctor out of bed for false labor. Finally around 3:30 I called, and at 4am I headed back to the bedroom to tell Mike it was time to go to the hospital. “Is this a joke?!”, he mumbled in his groggy state. For those of you who don’t know Mike, he has a self-diagnosed sleeping disorder. The kid sleeps like a freakin’ hibernating bear. He sets 6 alarms an hour+ before he has to be out of bed in the morning and he’s usually waking up to me poking, prodding and yelling at him. On Friday, his alarms went off for 2 hours straight before he realized what was going on!
When we got to the hospital, a lady was waiting for us with a wheel chair. We felt like VIP 😉 We checked in and they took us to a room where they hooked my belly up to monitors and the doctor checked to see if I started dilating. I was 3cm when we arrived, and after the hour of monitoring they did, I had progressed to 4cm. They omitted us! Addie was on her way!!!
It wasn’t until 10am that I was able to get the epidural, and at that point I was at about wit’s end! Contractions hurt something fierce, and mine were spiking in the 70s-80s range. I’ll tell ya what though! That damn epidural hurt worse than the contractions. I felt like I was getting kicked in the back by a horse when they were putting it in However, once it was in and working, I could’ve had babies all day!
After the epidural, the doctor came in and broke my water. Shortly after, Addie’s heart rate would randomly drop, so they took the belly band monitors off, and hooked some things up to her internally. One stuck to her head to monitor her heart rate and the other monitored my contractions. I started to dilated at a more aggressive rate and reached 8cm around 2:30-3pm. At this point, the epidural wore off on the left side of my lower abdomen. For about an hour I layed in pain, waiting to reach 10cm. When I finally did, I was ready to get this baby out of me and not be in pain anymore! I jokingly was telling the doctors the whole time I was going to be a good pusher, so when it came time to push, they held me to it! I kind of liked that I could feel the contractions because I knew when to push and I feel like the pain encouraged me to push harder. My lower half, somehow, was still numb so I felt no pain- only pressure- while birthing her.
Our doctor was awesome. During the pushing process, we talked about Target between contractions. Everyone knows Target is my favorite store! We joked. She sang. It was really an enjoyable experience. 20 minutes later, I saw my daughter for the first time.
And now I’m crying thinking about it…
The image of her will forever be captured in my mind. I can see it clear as day. Her big, beautiful eyes wide open. “Oh my God” were the first words out of my mouth (sorry!) as tears filled my eyes and my breath was taken away. They laid her on my chest and my life was complete.
I’m not sure how it’s possible to love someone so much, so quickly, but you wanna talk about falling head over heels? Man, do you ever fall hard. Like, face plant right into the concrete. At 1,000MPH… Maybe faster. I could literally stare at her all day, and I can’t go more than 2-3 hours without literally feeling the NEED to hold her.
And now, here we are. One month down. She’s such a good baby. She loves to eat herself full and throw up and eat some more. We’ve been to the doctor about it, and the first time she had a projectile vomit I cried. Our friends and family are so in love with her. They say you find out who your real friends are when you have a baby, and boy did we ever. Everyone we thought were our real friends proved to be that and so much more. For example, we had our friends Wes and Sully over for dinner last week… We were in the kitchen while Adelynn was in the living room sleeping in her swing. I noticed the boys both periodically checked on her. It was so amazing and heartwarming. Between the sleepless nights, it really feels like it’s been a week. Every time I look down at my baby, she looks different. One hour her eye lashes are too light to see, the next they’re brown and noticeable. Yes, they really do change right before your eyes. It’s the truth. That happened to me on Friday (you can see the pic on Instagram: @mandalooo)… It has easily been the best month of my life and the most challenging. I think most people are aware of the work it takes to have a baby, but you really don’t know until it becomes your 24/7 job. So I’m gonna pause right there and take a moment to shout out to all the mamas. You’re all awesome. Pat yourself on the back and pour yourself a big glass of wine because you deserve it. This job is not easy. But, we’re still alive so we must be doing something right 😉 On Thanksgiving Day, I experienced my first real motherly sacrifice. We had just sat down to eat dinner when Addie decided she was hungry and started crying. I excused myself and we headed upstairs for our own little lunch date 😉 When we were finished, I headed down stairs to finish dinner by myself! It was a funny and a story I can’t wait to tell her about one day. I also can’t wait to tell her about the time she was awake for almost 3 days straight! One of those days just so happened to be my birthday… I think she wanted to stay up all day to celebrate with me 😉
For me, the hardest part is adjusting to not being able to easily finish my daily do’s. Addie absolutely comes first and demands 95% of my time. I’ve already paused twice while typing this to tend to her… I can’t just hop in the shower whenever I want. I’ve got to make sure she’s sleeping and/or content. I’ve gone from showering everyday to maybe every 2-3 days. I still have yesterday’s puke in my hair and now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve brushed my teeth since yesterday. It’s very trying, but I LOVE taking care of her. We’re getting the hang of it and I always try to keep in mind that we’re learning together. You really have to become a planner when you have a child- your day has 20 extra steps in it and you’ve only got 1 you and 2 arms. I think this will be good for me, though. I could you some solid routine in my life. Shout out to my hubby for being so helpful with helping me take care of myself and the house <3
I notice changes in her every day. She started making solid eye contact, and I got her to smile while talking to her yesterday. She recognizes me and just the sound of my voice can calm her down. Good riddens is that ever an amazing feeling <3 I feel very proud when that happens. I’m so excited to watch her grow, but I wish time would slow down just a little. She’s growing and changing and we’re learning together. With every smile my heart melts, and with every tear I remind myself that it won’t be like this forever and that one day, I’ll miss it all. One day I’m going to look back on that time she was awake for 3 days, and would cry every time I put her down… One day she won’t want me or need me like that. (tears starting to fall)… I’m already trying to think of a way to convince her to live at home when she goes to college so I can hold onto her just a little bit longer. I don’t want to ever look back on my life and wish I shouldawouldacoulda held her a little longer <3
So, on that note, I’d like to try to end this blog post with some comedy. Let’s talk about the 5 things no one tells you about becoming a new mom…
1. The 2nd Night. Sure, everyone tells you that you’re never going to sleep again. They tell you about the late night feedings, blah blah blah. However, they fail to mention that 2nd night in the hospital. There is no easing into this mother/no sleep thing. You hit the floor running that 2nd night when your baby wants to be latched ALL NIGHT LONG. They legit call it “The 2nd Night”… “cluster feeding”… I recommend having minimal visitors that 2nd day, or limit them to only the monring so you can sleep in the evening before night time strikes because you will be awake all night long. Thank goodness the hospitals have cable and you can watch Fresh Prince of Bel Air until you’re so tired your eyes and face start twitching.
2. Baby puke is going to be your new accessory. You will wear it on your pants, down your bra (your bra will catch it and it forms a really nice pool of puke), in your hair, etc… You will go into public with said puke covered pants and you will feel no shame. Today Mike mentioned that I smell like throw up. I was covered in it by 7am this morning and it probably won’t be the last time today. Maybe I’ll shower tomorrow.. Pack an extra shirt for yourself in the diaper bag.
3. You will ditch a fresh cup of coffee for a nap or a shower.
4. Showers become 10,000,000x more amazing after becoming a mom and dedicating everything you have to your baby all day. That 15 minutes of relaxation you have to yourself is perfection. Fun fact: while enjoying your shower, your brain will play tricks on you and you’ll imagine hearing your baby cry the whole time.
5. Your heart will grow. I’m sure you’re thinking “duh”, but you see, your heart doesn’t only grow bigger for your baby. Your heart grows because everything you see you think, “what if that was my baby?” When you’re at the checkout line at the grocery store and they ask you to donate $1 to the help fight childhood cancer, I bet you’ll donate $5.
+1 for good luck. Peeing your pants will become a thing of the norm.
Happy Saturday everyone!!!
I’ll never forget the moment I very first laid eyes on her. The image is forever in my mind <3
First time holding his baby girl
Clearly very proud!
Forever my favorite photo of her.
Breastfeeding problems haha
Mommy and Daddy holding her teeny tiney hands..
Cousin Cash <3
One week old <3
Best feeling in the whole world <333
“Enough pics, mom!”
“Milk game strong, mama”
Addie’s great great grandfather in tears over her.
First Christmas Tree!
Just shy of 3 weeks old…
One month old
Double chin coming in strong 😉