Between the birth of Rosalie and Christmas I used my computer a total of 3 times. Twice to upload and edit photos and once to print out a Christmas present I got Cory. Hence the lack of updates. Apparently having a baby and a toddler means you’re busy all the time. Add on all the other things that were going on and you’re not just busy, you’re officially the busiest.
Rosalie made her scheduled arrival at 8:53am on October 19. She weighed a whopping 10 pounds and measured 22 inches long. As reported via Facebook, Big Sister Colette was super excited about all the presents she got at the hospital, but only moderately enthused about being a big sister in real life.
We went in to the hospital as scheduled at 3am where we waited in the lobby until about 4am. When they strapped the monitors on my belly it turned out I was already having contractions, I just couldn’t feel them. I was all hooked up and started pitocin just before 5am. The pain was ridiculous. I was in labor with Colette for 51 hours and 49 of those hours were completely unmedicated. The pain with Colette was terrible as well but it was a slow build up and the biggest reason for getting an epidural in the end was because of complete exhaustion (I was already at 9cm when I got it). With the pitocin, I went from not even knowing I was having a contraction to not being able talk or move in less than an hour. There was no slow build up to get used to the feeling or the pain so we called for the epidural. Thank the good Lord for that decision.
The anesthesiologist came in pretty soon and started the usual questionnaire. In the middle of the questions, it was apparently shift change and a new anesthesiologist came in to finish the job. As it turns out, it was the same one who gave me an epidural with Colette. And she was hilarious, efficient, and it was truly no big deal. She was in and out in no time. Just like last time, I could feel the contractions but the pain was gone. Cory and I laid down and tried to rest for a little while after that.
The resting didn’t last long because by 8:20 I was 8cm and my OB was on her way in. When she got there is was time to go. She went ahead and broke my ‘bag of waters’ and then the pushing began. It was not fun. It was painful. Even with the epidural, the pain from the pressure was craaazy. But it didn’t last long because a few minutes later at 8:53, Rosalie was born, screaming loudly for all to hear. When my doctor said she’s definitely around 10 pounds, I was a little (completely) shocked. No wonder the pain was so intense. Since she had baked for so long, there was some worry that she may have had her first bowel movement before being born. It was confirmed after my waters were broken that she had, so they told me I likely wouldn’t be able to nurse her immediately because they would have to whisk her away for the respiratory team to make sure she hadn’t aspirated any of the fluid. However, when she came out screaming like she did, they decided they didn’t need to do that and everything went accordingly after the cord clipping. I only had a 2nd degree tear, same as with Colette, which is surprising considering the 3 pound difference. As a terrible side note, I could very much feel the stitches being placed. Ouch.
They didn’t come and give her a bath or weigh her for about an hour after she was born. When they did, it was confirmed that she was indeed 10 pounds even. There was a lot of talk on the L&D floor about the magical 10 pound baby.
Our moms and Colette came to visit pretty soon after she was born. Colette was a little bewildered but came around when she realized there were presents involved. More presents came when my friend from Knoxville, Abbey came to visit. It was pretty much the best and worst day ever for Colette.
Visitors at the hospital were at a minimum since we were only there for about 24 hours. But we had more once we got home. (And more presents for Colette, obviously. You’d think she’d want all kinds of siblings after the all the loot she got.)
As expected the first few weeks were kind of terrible. One week into have 2 kids, we finalized the purchase of our new house. This time, we hired a company to come pack all our things and move it. It was the best move. All we had to do was watch. Actually, that’s physically all I could do. My sister came down from MA to help out after we had made the official move from the rental house. It was super awesome to have the help and the visit.
The next couple of weeks were filled with settling in and making the house a home. Oh, and there was a newborn and a toddler to make that a lot more fun. Breastfeeding was only really awful for the first month as opposed to the 4 months with Colette.
Then before we knew it, it was Thanksgiving and Colette’s 3rd birthday. We went to Knoxville as usual and it was our first trip as a family of 4. Thankfully we didn’t have to take the dogs. There was so much food to be had and it was all delicious.
On Colette’s birthday, which fell on Black Friday this year, we did the usual trip to Toys-R-Us to let her pick out a present and to lunch with the family. Afterwards we had cupcakes and presents from family at my mom’s house.
We generally stay through the weekend in Knoxville, but this year I had signed up for a 5k for the Saturday after Thanksgiving. (I know, what was I thinking?!) So bright and early I got up and my friend Jodie and I headed out to the Hungry Turkey 5k. It was cold. It was early. I wasn’t completely healed. It was truly not the best idea I had ever had. But alas, we walked the course and survived. Actually we walked the course faster than I jogged it a few days prior.
To add to the chaos of having a baby, buying a house, moving, Thanksgiving, and Colette’s birthday, we decided to have Christmas at our house. We spent all of December setting up and getting ready for guests. I don’t know how we did it, but everything got done. The house was decorated and cleaned (except the garage.. that was, and still is, a disaster). It looked like we had lived here for much longer than 2 months. We even had all the presents purchased and wrapped a week before Christmas arrived. Christmas miracles, I tell you.
So all the family came down Christmas day and everything was lovely and there was food to feed a herd of hungry hippos. Then, as with all holidays, family disfunction happened. The visit was cut short and everyone was gone in about 24 hours. I said some words and the result was my mom and niece and nephew coming back down and staying for the next 6 days. It was a great visit and Colette was so excited to have the extended visit with her cousins.
Cory and I got to go out for New Year’s Eve while mom watched all the kiddos. We had a mediocre dinner at Foodworks with our usual New Year’s Eve crowd (mediocre because of the food, not the company, obviously), then went back to their place for baking and socialization. I think the combination of tequila, beer, whiskey, champagne, and sugar did me in. (I should note it was about one each of those thing over the course of 5ish hours… and as a secondary side note, I did pump and dump.) I didn’t feel the slightest bit intoxicated through the night, but after about an hour of sleeping I woke up and felt exactly like I would if I had a stomach virus (shaky, chills, and a nervous stomach). Fortunately that wasn’t the case, but I did puke up everything I had in my system and immediately afterwards felt like nothing had ever happened and I went back to sleep. I was exceptionally hungry when I woke up.
That pretty much brings us to now. Much to my dismay, I started back to work on the 4th and that’s pretty much the only reason I have any time to type out a blog. While I have some separation anxiety of being away from the kids again, I also feel a little sense of repose at getting back into a schedule and having some time to myself.
Rosalie is doing really well. We went through a phase where she would scream for about 30 minutes to and hour every night in the beginning and that was rough, but now we’re very much past that. She eats 6-8 times a day, has a routine of eat, play, sleep, repeat, and sleeps from about 11-8 or 9 (usually eats once during that time but goes right back to sleep). She laughs and ‘talks’ and, beyond my belief, is already trying to roll over. I have videos of Colette doing the same thing, except she was around 4 months old already. Blows my mind. By the way, she’s 16 pounds and wearing 6m sleepers. She is, indeed, a Christmas ham.
Colette is adjusting slowly. She will almost kind of play with Rosalie for a couple of seconds a day. I think we really threw Colette for a loop the last few months. Getting a new nanny, moving twice, Rosalie.. Her world was really rocked, so I can’t be totally shocked that turning 3 was a huge transition. She’s pretty sensitive these days. She’s never been one to cry when we drop her off at school, even in the beginning when she wasn’t even 2. She was always excited to be there. Now she screams and cries so hard when I leave, it just breaks my heart. She does this just about any time anyone who was playing with her has to leave. She always needs extra hugs and kisses and it’s never enough. On the other hand she’s still as spunky and smart as she ever was. She had her 3 year well check in December and as always gets good marks on her development. Parenting win.
As for me and my health, I’m just now starting to feel ‘healed.’ I was having pain in my lower abdomen and (TMI ahead.. beware) bleeding until just the last couple of days. If you’re counting, that’s 11 weeks.. That’s a long time. However, according to the nurses at the doctors office, that’s completely normal. Not common, but normal. I’m just now starting to believe them.
To keep me honest, I’m also going to give you my New Year’s Resolutions. I plan to run in 6 timed races this year and at least 500 miles. My last race of the year will be the Disney Wine&Dine half marathon. I don’t have any goals for pace or anything like that, I just want to get back to healthy and away from being out of breath after walking up the stairs. If I haven’t done these things by the end of the year, I give you all permission or wag your fingers and scold me for not keeping my word to myself.
And that’s it, I think! Hopefully going forward I can make shorter more focused posts, because if you made it all the way through this one, you must truly love me.