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Funny that today’s Heads or Tails is flower. Ok, maybe it’s only funny to me. Today I received two things in the mail. One was a new pair of Robeez shoes for Sophia.

The monkey and sunflower Robeez shoes are the ones she outgrew. Her sunflower shoes were her main pair. They match just about everything. The monkey shoes I couldn’t resist cause they’re just so damn cute. The peace shoes, which are HUGE on her are the new ones. I got them cause they aren’t pink and the blue is very close to her favorite Peep blue color and the orange in the middle is my favorite color.

The other thing I got in the mail today is a “convertible wristlet” which is a small clutch/handbag. It’s also called a Zippy Zipper Wristlet by Simple Sweet Cakes, the Etsy Shop from which I purchased my wristlet. It’s awesome! I love it. I’m not a purse person, but I didn’t want to carry stuff in my pockets through the summer. I like to go without a jacket on the hotter days and it’s uncomfortable to carry a cellphone in my jeans. This is the perfect small not-a-purse answer for me. I can wrap the strap around the stroller or fish it through my pant loops like a hip pack. I had mine custom made with an exterior zipper pocket for change and two interior pockets to separate my cellphone and business/store cards from the rest of the junk in my not-a-purse. The fabric I chose is called Turquoise Fleur. I thought it might be a little loud for me, but it’s not. I love it. It reminds me of tiles one might find in a Spanish kitchen. And the colors, Peep blue and Orange

Yes, that is a nasal aspirator keeping it propped up. No, I don’t keep it in my not-a-purse, but as of lately I probably should!

I wasn’t going to do a Heads or Tails Tuesday today. The topic wasn’t one that spoke to me, but then I read this post about keeping the peace within yourself. Basically to start with your own peace of mind because without that you can’t really make anyone else around you happy. - “Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”

That information isn’t anything I haven’t heard before. Maybe I just needed a reminder and it just happened to reach me on the right day. I think I’ve made my decision. I think I know what I need to do to make myself happier. I’m just having a hard time taking the first step.

I found it amusing that the non Heads or Tails post was on this very Tuesday and the topic fell right inline with this Heads or Tails. It’s just a coincidence, but an amusing one. Ok, I’m the only one amused by it.

We went to Costco to buy bulk baby diapers and two forty-pound bags of dog food. “Here let me help you with that” She said picking up the box of diapers.

“Are you sure you can handle all that?” I asked sarcastically, “Don’t worry, I’ve got them all. I’ll help you with all the feathers.”

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I was going to write this story for Heads or Tails Tuesday last week since the prompt was to share a special memory, but because the special memory I intended to write about was Sophia’s birth story I figured it would work for this week’s topic, Mother just as well.

Kurt and I tried to conceive for a year and a half. I only mention it because I would have loved to tell Sophia that she was conceived in a castle in Spain, but she blew it. Apparently, the stubbornness gene is very strong. Sophia was conceived after ruining my Christmas with a monthly cycle. I gave up on that day, broke down and decided to buy tickets to Vegas for our eighth anniversary. I wound up going to Vegas nine weeks pregnant and extremely tired! I worked up to the bitter end of my pregnancy. Although I was so tired, I felt like I wasn’t going to make it during the first trimester I didn’t see why not work since I have a desk job. There were a few days that my supervisor would come up to see where I was on my projects before I made my announcement at work that I was so tired he would jokingly ask if I was on drugs. What’s funny is that the HR department selected our whole department to be randomly tested soon after he started making those jokes. Sometimes I wonder about those coincidences, anyway…I worked up to the end.

I convinced my employer to let me work from home the last week of my pregnancy. The last day at the physical office, I filled out all of my time sheets and leave slips. I put down that my last day of work would be my due date and planned to start leave on that date even if Sophia came late. I started working from home on Thursday, September 20th. The next day I went into the office to change my leave slip to make Monday the 24th my last day of work. I wasn’t feeling good and just wanted the whole thing to end.

Monday I spent the not just working from home but working in my bed, still in my PJs. It was awesome! After work, I went to some stores looking for a vegetable steamer basket. I only remember that because I stayed up late that night blogging about it and as my friend pointed out that post is probably what started my labor. I posted it at a quarter to midnight then surfed around commenting on other blogs. I figured I didn’t have to work in the morning, so why not stay up.

At about two in the morning, I decided to go to bed except that when I lay down I kept feeling my stomach hurt. It wasn’t a stomachache – it was more like mild cramps that came and went. I thought might be Braxton hicks’ contractions. I hadn’t felt anything like it through the whole pregnancy - maybe these were them, I tried to sleep through it. No luck. I know! I’ll change positions – that’s supposed to make them go away. I stood up and walked around. I waddled from room to room. Nope, still there. Damn, I’m getting sleepy.

2:30 a.m. - these cramps just keep coming! Shit! OHMYGOD – this is the real thing! Should I wake up Kurt? These don’t really hurt that bad, I can handle this. I’ll wait on waking up Kurt for now.

3am – HOLY SHIT THIS HURTS! I can’t take this. Time to wake up Kurt! I waddled into the master bedroom and an especially painful contraction hit. Kurt woke up, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s time!”

For a split second, he looked very confused, as if to say, “How can this be? She’s not scheduled to arrive until the 27th. See, look here on the spreadsheet.” Kurt jumped out of bed, looked at me, and then leaned over and said, “Oh my god I think I’m going to be sick.” I will never forget those words because at that moment I was thinking, “Don’t you dare force me to be the strong levelheaded one right now!”

Kurt snapped out of it quickly. He got into his drive the land whale to the hospital clothes. He asked me how long I had been having the contractions and how far apart they were. My answer, “Since three a.m. and I have no idea, that’s what you’re here for.” He and found a note pad to record the times that my contractions hit. He tried to find the books that we got from the hospital because despite all of our planning neither one of us thought to post the number to triage in a handy spot. It took us a while to remember where I put the books and then it took a while longer for us to realize that the number was conveniently printed in the front of the book, and not somewhere in the middle.

The contractions started out at ten minutes apart and each time one hit there was not comfortable position to be found. I tried kneeing at the bed, sitting on the bed, sitting on the toilet, standing, standing slightly hunched over. At one point I remember sitting on the bed and moving across it backwards. Kurt mostly watched on in wonder as if I was one of the freak sideshows at the circus. He offered to try one of the positions mentioned in class and I went with it, but it wasn’t working for me. I pushed him away and continued my silliness of moving across the bed backwards and making useless trips to the bathroom.

Apparently, many of the sounds I made during my contractions were very much like the ones I make during sexcapades. “Is it wrong that you’re turning me on right now?” He asked. No, not really, but it is wrong that you decided to let me know what you’re thinking. Freak. What is it about guys that allows them to get all turned on when we’re sick with rivers of snot flowing out our nose or waddling around like a five foot eight duck that swallowed a beach ball that’s about to be delivered out the other end?

After three or four contractions at ten minutes apart, it went down to eight, and then the next one was six, then four. By this time, I was crying. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It feels just like my miscarriage.” I said. I repeated that a few times and Kurt assured me after each utterance that this time I would have a baby. I must have been having some sort of psychotic episode because I still had my doubts, and it really did feel just like the miscarriage I had nine years earlier.

After a couple contractions at four minutes apart, I told Kurt it was time to go to the hospital. “Ok” he said. I could tell he only said, “Ok” because that’s what they told the partners to say in class. I’ll call triage. He called the hospital at about 4:15 and they told him that because it was my first baby that we should wait until I had been at four minutes for at least a couple hours. And my uterus was all WTF? Kurt then proceeded to try to stall me. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth first?” He said. I obediently went and brushed my teeth. Then he said that he was going to go do the dishes - “You don’t really want Angel to see all the dishes in the sink when she comes to feed the animals do you?”

“I don’t give a shit, we need to GO” I said. My contractions were now three minutes apart. Kurt called triage at 4:30 to tell them we were on our way. He ran around the house doing god knows what. I felt like he was still stalling. I was getting really annoyed, but didn’t say anything. It was finally time for me to get in the car. Kurt cracked some joke that I don’t remember and didn’t laugh at. “Boy you must be in pain” he said. Do ya think!? On our way to the hospital, Kurt stopped for gas. I wanted to kill him, but I needed a driver. He only put a gallon in the tank but it took F-O-R-E-V-E-R! We arrived at the hospital around 5:30. As we walked into the admitting area, I had a contraction. I sat on a chair, got up, leaned on a wall, waddled to another wall and leaned on it. There was a brief pause and then it started again. This marked the beginning of my one-minute apart contractions that lasted forty five seconds. The nurse in the admitting area must have missed the pause because she said, “Is that still the same one?” Lady, you really aren’t helping!

Even though I pre-registered with the hospital months ago, there were still some papers to sign, T’s to cross, I’s to dot, and all that time consuming jazz. Finally, I was escorted to some area that rang of the ER. It was a large room with about four to six beds. I really didn’t count the beds. It wasn’t on my short list of priorities at that particular moment. The nurses hooked me up to some machines to monitor my heart rate and measure contractions. A nurse checked my cervix. Only two centimeters dilated, but there was some blood. The “bloody show” has officially begun.

My contractions were now consistently one minute apart and lasting F-O-R-E-V-E-R!! I was beginning to freak out. I kept saying, “Make it stop!” I was in a bed in a sitting position and at the beginning of each contraction, my first impulse was to reach for the top of the bed and pull myself up it. I was pretty much climbing the walls. I wanted my epidural and I wanted it NOW!! The nurse explained that they couldn’t give me anything without my doctor’s permission. Damn it!

I was so scared of this step of the whole process. Those movies they shoe in the birth classes really don’t help. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. It freaked me out. Kurt asked for some washcloths to put on my thighs. I can’t remember if he asked for warm or cold, but I did remember that it was something they told the partner to do in the class we took. I couldn’t control my breathing so I started hyperventilating. With each contraction I repeated, “Make it stop!” I could hear some nurses in the background giggling. They were probably laughing at me, but I really didn’t give a shit. I could tell that everyone including Kurt thought my saying, “make it stop” was a plea to make the baby stop coming, but that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t have the capacity to explain what I wanted was for some one to relieve the pain, NOW! After a few more contractions, my lips felt numb. I told Kurt, because for some reason I thought it might be in his power to fix the numbness. With each contraction, I became more scared and started hyperventilating even more. My fingers and forearms started to feel numb. I felt like I was going to throw up. Kurt asked for a bucket. The nurse yelled at Kurt to calm me down or I would pass out, and Kurt looked at her like, “Are you fuckin’ kidding me, she won’t listen to me.” He gave it a shot anyway.

Kurt very calmly tried to get me to follow his breathing pattern. I gave it a shot, but I had such a hard time following direction. He kept trying and I kept trying. We finally came to a happy medium when he stopped trying to micromanage each breath and just let me know when I’m going too fast. Breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth - ssslllooowww. I wanted anything to focus on other than the pain, so I complied. I focused on Kurt’s mouth. Yep that gaping hole was my focal point. Love you hun. After each contraction, I took another sip of water and Kurt took a couple seconds to wipe my spittle off his glasses.

Seven in the morning was shift change. After a lot of praise on how well I had been handling my contractions since Kurt started helping me with my breathing I was introduced to Kim, the nurse that would deliver Sophia. She told me my doctor had approved pain medication for me. She said that it wouldn’t eliminate the pain, it would just change the way I felt about it. She administered a half dose of fentanyl via my iv. She said she would give me the second half when we got to my room. I had a few more contractions before I was moved into a wheelchair. They seemed so much easier to manage and I felt like I was getting a good fifteen-minute nap in-between each one. I later learned from Kurt that I was only closing my eyes for fifteen seconds.

We arrived at my room. My cervix was checked again. I was now at six centimeters. My doctor popped in. He said that he had heard about my morning.
“Yeah I was climbing the walls earlier.”

“Yep, that’s what I heard.” He told the nurse she should really read my birth plan. He said that he made copies and all the nurses in his office loved it.

I got the other half of my drugs. Ahh drugs. At nine, I received my epidural. The nurse had asked me what I expected to feel after the epidural and how much I wanted to feel – I don’t want to feel ANYTHING! I had felt quite enough in the last few hours. I don’t need to feel anymore of it. We invented, cultivated, synthesized, refined all kinds of drugs so that we don’t have to go through the pain our ancestors did and I want to take advantage of that technology. Natural birth is scary thing and I’ll let someone else go through it. That shit is not my bag baby!

The epidural went in easily, however I could still feel my contractions so they tried to up the dose, nope still there. The anesthesiologist had to come in again, pull the tape off my back, and push the needle in a little further. AAaahhh all better. After it kicked in all I felt was a little pressure with each contraction. At ten, the doctor broke my water and then we just waited for Sophia to drop into position. Kurt ran down to the car to grab the birth plan, which was almost pointless by this time. It was more for comic relief for the nurse than anything else.

I can’t remember if Kurt took this time to start making calls or not. I remember that we sat around and talked for a while. It was really odd to me to think that this time had finally arrived.

At noon the nurse came in to check on Sophia’s position for the umpteenth million time and she was right there. It was time to push. The doctor came in to check things out and while he was there, commented on the interesting pattern on my feet. I wore sandals (without socks – because that’s how sandals should be worn) and I had a tiger striped tan line on my feet. Note to self – if I ever get to do this again take the frickin’ time to put on socks before the doctor comes in.

The nurse asked if I felt the urge to push. I felt nothing, but she was right there, so it was time. I pushed with each contraction a few times and then the nurse said with one more push she’ll be out. YIKES! I asked the nurse if I would feel this part. She seemed to understand that I really needed to know if there was any chance I might feel the pain. She said it would be and intense pain as the head crowned but that it would be brief. Push push push push. “Guess what color her hair is?” The doctor asked me. I just smiled. Well that answers that question. “Shall I make it into a Mohawk” he asks showing the nurse. Wow, really, there’s THAT much hair. Holy crap! “Ok one more push and we’ll get the head out” She told me that about three more times. I just didn’t have the energy for the third push. My first two pushes one each contraction were really strong, the third, not so much.

“Are you tired of pushing?” The nurse asked in a sympathetic voice.

“Yes!”

“Well then push harder!” I laughed at her drill sergeant like attempt. That stuff didn’t work when I was in the military either. She decided to try another position/method for me to use. She got a bar out with a towel or sheet wrapped around it. The bar was at my feet and I was to hang onto the towel. The doctor explained that I was going to push just the head out then stop while he cleared her mouth and then I would push the shoulders out.

I didn’t feel the crowning at all. They had to tell me when to stop pushing. She came out crying. I pushed the shoulders through without any problem and the doctor held her up for us to see. She had meconium all over her back side. The nurses took her and wiped her up, wrapped her in a receiving blanket, and handed her to me. I cried.

March 7th Sophia went on her first plane ride ever. We went up to Alaska to see her great-grandma and all of her second cousins on my dad’s side of the family. I was worried that Sophia would have my ear problem and air travel would be a nightmare. I don’t travel well. It doesn’t take much for me to feel extreme ear pain as the plane descends. Sophia was fantastic! And no Tylenol or Baby Benadryl required. I just tried to time her feedings for when the plane was changing elevation and let the swallowing action help keep her ears regulated. We landed in Alaska a passenger about two rows back said to us, “Well at least she’s a good traveler.” On the way back home, a woman in front of us turned around to get her bag from the overhead at the end of the flight and said, “Oh-my-gosh I didn’t even know there was a baby behind us!”

While in Alaska Sophia got to meet two of her great-aunts (my dad’s sister and one of my mother’s sisters), her only great-grandma and all six of her second cousins on my father’s side. We weren’t there for very long but we did get to venture just south of Anchorage to where Portage Glacier *used* to be (I can remember as a child when we would make a pit stop at the visitor’s center on the way up to Anchorage and I would climb around on the glacier. Now you can’t even see the glacier from the visitor’s center. You have to take a boat to see it. - No such thing as global warming my f*&@#^& ass!). We went to an area that for as long as I can remember was nothing but a dead forest (earthquake damage from 1964) that has now been turned into a Big Game Wildlife Rehabilitation Center. The bears were out because Alaska had been having some unusually warm weather. We had grandma’s dog in the car with us as we drove through and every time she barked at the bears, Sophia burst into uncontrollable giggles. I got some of it on video. It was absolutely hilarious! The file is just too big for me to post. I’ll have to edit it or something.