And a boring birth story. It has been 6 weeks already. 6 weeks today! But to keep a record for myself, and at the request of others, I must document it. So, let's start from the beginning.....
Once upon a time, there was a guy and a girl. They got married in beautiful San Diego. They were very much in love.
They were so excited to start their life together and start a family. They didn't have to wait long because the girl (me, Kailey) found out she was expecting! They were married May 2nd, and by June 27th (my birthday) the happy couple found out that they would soon be three!
Okay, enough of that.... Here I am at about 20 weeks
And 32/35 weeks or something like that.
And 40 weeks plus 3 days. The day before I went into the hospital. I was scheduled to be induced on March 11 at 9:30 AM. My doctor said it would be the only way for the miserable Puppps to go away (which is a rash, a horrible rash, that itches beyond belief, that usually only occurs with your first pregnancy and is usually with a boy) and I also had the stomach flu or something like it for a whole week before he came. I was awake all night, every night, with a horrible stomachache. All I could do was rock back and forth in the fetal position. And then I was vomiting and etc....... no more details needed. But I had to go into the hospital a couple times for dehydration so I could get IV's. So, my wonderful doctor took pity on me, and we were in the hospital the next day!
The next morning, I was so nervous, but I was glad that this whole pregnancy was going to be over with and that I was going to meet my son soon (without having to worry about when I was going into labor or not!). We had our bags packed and ready to go the night before, since we knew we were going, and I was all showered and ready to go! Poor Juan was so excited he was driving a little too fast. My mom was there with us, and we kept telling him it was ok - he didn't need to drive so fast! But to no avail. We were pulled over just about a mile from the hospital. You know like in the movies? Well the cop wasn't as enthusiastic. He still went through the motions, took the license blah blah blah, but by the time he came back, my hormones and emotions got the best of me and I was bursting with uncontrollable tears. But its ok, I'm not embarrassed... We got off with a warning, and Juan got a good punch in the arm when we got to the hospital.
And here I am after the Pitocin... Just chillin talkin to my dad. At about 10:00 AM. I was a 3.5 at my check-up on March 8th, and when I checked in on March 11th, I was still a 3.5.
an hour later, stronger contractions, but no real labor pains. and 3.5
still a 3.5
3.5
Maybe a 4!
4, doctor broke my water, EWWWW
More painful contractions. Got the Epidural. The anesthesiologist was going into surgery, so I might have had to wait and risk not getting one at all, and I was all about getting the epidural. And it was glorious. They started the drip and I was able to sleep and relax. BUT I was at a 3 or 4 for a long time!
3.75
4
4 - 99˚ fever
Still a 4 - 100˚ fever, internal monitor implanted
4 - 101˚
at 3:00 AM March 12th - A 7!! 100˚
3:30 - 9
4:15
nurse wakes me up... "Ok girl, we're reading to start pushing!"
Me: "have you called the doctor yet?"
Nurse: "Oh yeah, we're going to call him right now. You could be pushing for a while. It's your first and he's a big guy."
Me: "ok"
So we set up the skype, to allow my dad and Juan's parents to be a part of the moment. I was skeptical at first, but I decided that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I wanted them to be a part of it. So we set up the webcams (from the side of course) and they got to be with us during the delivery! ....
Nurse: "Ok here comes a contraction. Ready... PUSH!"
"Harder!"
Me: thinking - "my eyes are going to burst if I push any harder... Oh suck it up Kailey, you gotta get this baby out!"
So I pushed! 3 pushes per contraction. As HARD as I could. No screaming or punching or biting, like I had thought. (THANK YOU EPIDURAL!)
4:25
Nurse: "We better wait, or I'm going to be delivering this baby without a doctor!"
Apparently I pushed harder than they had seen in a long time! Yeah, I'm pretty proud of that!
4:33
Doctor gets there and we push again.
1,2,3 push and he's out!!! With a cry of relief and sheer amazement.
Juan cut the cord and they whisked my baby away, before I could even hold him :(
They wanted to make sure he was ok because of the long labor and my fever. They did all the cleaning and measuring and the grandparents got to watch via skype, while the doc took care of all my stuff.... I watched and listened as my baby was crying and crying. I wanted to hold him so bad! I barely remember my placenta being delivered or being stitched. All I could focus on was my beautiful baby.
He was so beautiful from the moment he was born. He was nice and full - 9 pounds!! He was not scrawny... He was my beautiful, strong baby!
And I finally got to hold him... (wow was I swollen)
All I could think was he's so beautiful. I'm so in love!
And here is uncle Bryan, who was able to be with us too!!
And my nice green jell-o!! Only in a utah hospital!
We had to stay upstairs in the delivery room, while we waited for a recovery room in the mom and baby ward to open up. Apparently they had about 30 deliveries in the past 24 hours or something like that! But we were finally able to move down. I barely remember being transferred. It's all a bit of a blur. I felt like I was hit by a bus when I woke up. No more Epidural! Getting up was horrible. Going to the bathroom was horrible. And to make things worse - my rash actually got worse! It was no longer just on my belly. It spread down my legs and under my knees and on my rear-end and on my love handles and in my armpits! (It took about a week and a half to go away, but apparently sometimes it has to get worse before it gets better). We finally decided on a name: Jack Henry. It was on our list, but I knew once I saw him... We really wanted to give him a family name, and one we both liked, but Juan was reeeeeeally picky. We were also forbidden to name him Juan. Although I would have, if that was what Juan really wanted, because he had always wanted to name his son, especially a firstborn, after himself and his father (they are both Juan José). But in the end, he decided against it. And we went with Jack (a form of John) after my mom's dad, John Henry.
Jack ended up being jaundice and They wanted to keep us for a little while extra to make sure we were both ok, following the long labor and the fever. I hated those stupid beds. I could never feel comfortable and I hated being restricted. I was so glad when I was able to get up and shower!! We stayed until Sunday, March 13th. We were both ok, and it was a long time to be away from home, so I was so glad when we were able to go home! Here we are getting ready to go home!
And we're home! Look how cute!
Showing Jack of to the grandparents!
MY POOP KING... This kid, i swear.... Went through 200 diapers in a week. We were changing him all the time. We put one diaper on and he would put immediately or he would pee all over us while we were trying to put the new one on and we'd have to change him again. Well.... one time, after a shower of course, and after we had cleaned the couch cushions, he pooped. ALL over me!!! Notice the splattering on the pants and the yellow on the shirt. It squirted straight up... I had no idea he could shoot poop with such power!
Grandma enjoying the poopmeister. I was so glad to have my mom there. She was able to help take care of him during the night while I TRIED to go back to school.
And here he is sleeping!
And Nathan came to visit us!
And now my mother and father in law are here all the way from Mexico. They get to stay with us for a month and enjoy their son and grandson!
And finally my dad came to visit for the baby blessing. Look at the happy grandpa!
And Aunt Cami!
The family at the blessing! We were blessed with a good turnout despite the distance. (not pictured: James, Joseph, Nathan and Juan's cousin Ismael).
And finally! After 4 weeks that thing fell off, the day before his blessing.
And this is a common sight these days...
The happy family...
Growing up too fast!!
I love this cute little guy! (who is already wearing up to 6 months clothes)
Juan with his dad and his son!
And drumroll please.........
I successfully gave birth and completed a semester!! The grades aren't in yet, but I'm pretty sure I didn't fail any classes! In fact I think I did pretty well considering the circumstances. And I just found out that I am going to be able to graduate April 2011 if all goes according to plan. That means I get to take spring and summer off, go home to California to visit for a couple weeks and come back for fall semester to finish it off!! wooooo!!! And I just received a message in "my financial center" at BYU telling me of a full tuition scholarship that I had earned! I couldn't be more excited!
I'm sorry for the bombardment of photos and the delay. But I commend you if you have made it this far. Thanks everyone for your love! We love and miss you all. Hope to see you soon!
Today, after dropping Juan off at school (I love this whole full-time mom/wife thing I got going on right now!), I was carrying Jack into our apartment. He had fallen asleep, so I was cradling him face up.... All of the sudden I hear this big SPLAT! and I turn to find a HUGE puddle of bird poop that had very narrowly missed landing on my poor baby's face.
