Redneck's Wife
Bad mommy! Forgot to post stats!
Cary Irene's Stats
6 lbs, 10 oz
19 inches long
She's here!
Cary Irene, born Tuesday, October 25th, 2005. She was born on her due date, right on time!
We're both doing great. We came home from the hospital yesterday (Friday). My delivery was not at all what I expected, as I ended up having an emergency C-section. Who woulda thunk it? A problem-free pregnancy, no complications of any kind, but you just never know.
I had progressed well, getting to 5 centimeters dilated, completely effaced, and the baby was in position. But then, my uterus started working too well. The contractions were so strong that the placenta was separating from the wall of the uterus. The baby's heart rate went down and blood was not getting to her.
I had no idea what was going on because I was having non-stop, intense contractions, and could not focus on anything other than the pain. My doctor finally got up next to my face and said that she recommended having a C-section, and I immediately agreed.
The doctors and nurses did such an amazing job, and they were able to deliver the baby safely and keep me awake for the whole thing. I'm so thankful for having such great care and being at such a good hospital. Erick was there for the whole thing, of course, and he was amazing. He never showed how scared and worried he was, just held my hand through the whole thing. My mom was there too, and she was also perfect, a very calming presence.
I don't feel at all dissapointed or cheated by having had a C-section, since there was just no other way to go at that point. I'm just really surprised that it worked out that way.
But the baby!! She is doing soooo well! She's eating like a champ, and already has gained back her birthweight. It was nice to come home yesterday, and she seems more relaxed now, too.
Thanks, everyone for all of your prayers.
I'm going to go eat now, before the little girl wakes up.
More on housework
After I posted yesterday about our remodeling project, I realized I left out the most important thing: More than being bugged by the mess and disorganization, I miss my husband! He's been doing nothing but working on the house on all his days off for months. So, I'm hoping this weekend (our weekends are Sunday and Monday) will be the last, and I can have him back!
It's looking optimistic. He got all the sanding done and just has to paint now. Here's hoping!
Housework
I posted a few weeks ago about our
remodeling adventures, and that I was going nuts trying to be patient with Erick's perfectionism. At that time, he was working on our bedroom, scraping and sanding door and window frames in our 80 year old house. I was anxious because he had to finish our bedroom before we could move on to the baby's room.
Well, the bedroom is done now (has been for a few weeks), and it looks great.
My wonderful Dad came today and added a new outlet for me in the bedroom, and a electrical box so we can hook up a light above my vanity.
Erick is still working on the baby's room, you guessed it, scraping and sanding window and doorframes. I've been relatively sanguine about this, not nagging him or trying to get him to stop obsessing and just FINISH IT ALREADY!!!! My reasoning was that the baby won't be in that room for a while anyway, and we have a bassinet that we will use at first in our bedroom. So I was okay. I wasn't worried. I was, in fact, cool.
That is until this week. Ok, maybe last weekend.
I mean, our house only has four rooms, and we haven't been able to use one of them for about a month now. All of the baby stuff is in the garage, or stacked up in the living room. There are paint chips covering the floor in the baby's room and being tracked all over the house. And at this point, I want my FRICKIN' HOUSE BACK ALREADY!
So I finally resorted to begging him to not scrape the closet door frame, just to sand it and be done with it. After some argument, and an agreement that if he will stop I won't hide the halloween candy and let him have as many Reese's Peanut Butter Cups as he wants, he agreed. Now, he's sanding.
Lord willing, he will be painting tomorrow (Please, God? Please?).