But back to the point. The munchkin is 4 this week. I have to write a little bit about there birth, because it is a bit funny when looking back at it. I had worked really hard the last week of September. I started swelling a ton - perhaps due to the fact that I was drinking 7 liters. a day. And I am pretty sure I wasn't get rid of that much! I had 2 crazy nights at work. All the babies were deciding to deliver at the same time and I was just running from room to room to resuscitate. That nearly did me in. But I made it through and then had to cover the hospital service 2 days later. And on a weekend you would usually get a handful at most of admissions. Not that day/night. We had close to 10. So again- nearly did me in. And then the next day I was on a blissful month of research. A couple of days later, I spent the day washing all the baby clothes, organizing the room, and put the car seat in the car. I spent one of the nights scrubbing my oven. With oven cleaner. Which I had never done before (nor have I since!) I was 35 weeks along. And then I decided to bring coffee to a friend who had just had a baby a few weeks before. We sat on her couch all afternoon talking and me resting with my feet up. I finally felt good after the crazy week before. Went home that night and all was well.
And then I went to bed. 30 min later I woke up after I thought I had to pee. And have you ever fallen asleep on the potty - well I have - kind of one of those little nod offs. Well I did that, and then woke up a couple of seconds later and realized there was no way I could still be peeing a gallon of water. Oh wait. That would be my water breaking. Denial. Got back into bed. Thought I was peeing my pants - woke up the husband. Still in denial. Decided to take a shower, cause if I was going into labor - at least I would be clean:) We decided to call the triage nurse, who promptly laughed when we told her that we thought my water broke and I was 35 weeks. Of course I had to come in. Well I still waited. I was terrified that I would be the one they told "No - your water didn't break - you are just peeing on yourself." (Remember I had been drinking 7 liters a day - maybe all of it was finally come out - or so I told myself.) So I finally threw somethings together, and we made our way to the hospital. We got to the triage area, and they were going to check me down there when I started laughing and more water came pouring out. The nurses got a laugh out of us when they realized it was us who had called in (a family med doctor who delivers babies, and a pediatrician - seriously didn't we know better!)
|Born with lots of dark brown hair!|
|The skinniest little legs!|
Of course I was in labor. All went fairly well except the anesthesiologist didn't give me the little bolus button for my epidural. And the darn thing wore off as I was pushing. And I started hallucinating. Until I realized it was because "I CAN FEEL EVERYTHING" which is what I started yelling. They got that fixed and then out popped the munchkin. 5 lbs, 14 oz and 19 3/4 " - at 35 4/7 weeks.
|First birthday -the hair grew back in blonde as can be!|
And the rest is history.
|3rd Birthday -no longer a toddler.|
|And now 4.|