Welcoming our prince

After almost four years of being suffocated in pink and purple, we welcome the first little hope of blue, Grant Aubrey! Our prince was born May 7, 2011, after 20+ hours of labor. From the moment I started going into labor I realized how different boys are from girls. Like my husband, he is in no hurry to go anywhere.


The Labor

May 6th started out with a doctor's appointment. I found out I was dilated 3 c.m. Just to let you know, when a doctor says "Let's see if we can start up some trouble", it is no fun! I felt so horrible after the doctor so I took a nap when the girls went to sleep. I woke up around 2:00 with pretty strong contractions that were about 10-12 minutes apart. After about half an hour of these contractions, I called my husband asking him to come home from work. Once he came home we decided to go to Wal-Mart to walk around hoping the contractions would pick up. And they did! by the time we left they were stronger and about 6 minutes apart. We took the girls to my in-laws house. The contractions were getting closer and closer together so we headed to Trinity Mother Francis Hospital. Oh, I can not express how much I hate the closet-sized holding area they let you "labor" in. I had to lay in the rolling bed with the giant bar stabbing into my back for hours! The nurse came in with messages from the doctor (who I didn't see for the longest). I was becoming more dilated every time the nurse came in, but the baby did not want to go into the birth canal and he was still bobbing around in there. By 12:30 the next morning I was 7 c.m. so they went ahead and brought me to the room I would deliver in. I went all night at a 7 and having horrible contractions. I was able to sleep maybe ten minutes (but of course my loving hubby was snoring and snoozing all night on the couch, no matter how many people were coming in and out of the room). To say I was tired would be the understatement of the year; I felt dead. At about 3:00 the doctor finally came in. I do not know why but I ALWAYS say the stupidest things to doctors. Feeling the lack of sleep, and the lack of brain function, I looked at the doctor and said "Wow! you do exist! I was beginning to think you were like the man behind the curtain, from the Wizard of Oz, and I would never see you!" I quickly realized what I just said and blurted out "Crap! I'm sorry, I can't think right that was rude!" (Hannah, enter foot now). Since the baby was not properly in the birth canal, the doctor could not break my water. I needed a little help, so pitocin was called for at this point, but they were going to let me wait until the morning to start the pitocin.

The Epidural

Along with the new morning, was the new nurse. She was very...um...professional (why am I candy coating this? this is my blog) she was nasty-rude. I felt like a number. She started the pitocin and my tired body could not handle the extremely hard contractions. The nurse was going nuts on the beeping buttons that were connected to my IV, without saying a word to me, even after I asked what she was doing. When the pitocin induced contractions set in, the pain was to much and tears started running. My husband told someone (I think my brother-in-law) that it would not be long because my water broke and the contractions were so hard. The nurse cut into his conversation with "no it will be a long time". A long time with this pain? I don't think I can do it! These contractions were way worse than my other two. I have no strength anymore. I looked to the rude nurse with tears running down and asked if I could get an epidural. She told me "yes, but you need to stop over-reacting". My husband was so mad and quickly cut her off with "Um, she is not over reacting I think she is in pain and tired", I held my tongue and just said to her "I really need encouragement." She said "fine" and walked out. I mean, really? Aren't nurses giving a service to their patients? I have never been so annoyed. She returned with the guy who was going to give me my epidural. He asked the nurse what I was dilated to and she said I was at a 7 still. I had not been checked since they broke my water or started the pitocin (about 2 hours before). No way was at a 7! I was delivering 15 minutes after the epidural (had I known the nurse lied when she said it would be a while I would not of gotten an epidural). It is really dangerous to get an epidural if you are dilated more than 7 c.m. But he set up the epidural (without double checking) and they sent my husband out of the room. The epidural started out normal until I started falling over and heard the guy say "Oh Shoot! catch her!" my whole body quickly went numb, I only could move my hands and face. The epidural "jumped" and became a spinal block (which does not need as much pain killer as they put in me).

The Delivery

My husband returned. The nurse checked me, and without a word started putting my feet up. I asked what was going on and she would not tell me. My husband said "um, Hannah you are crowning!" The nurse hushed him, and all the doctors started to come in. Why can't I know that I am about to deliver the baby? Ugh! I was so pissed off! At least the doctor was nice and explained every moment of the next 30 minutes. At 10:33 a.m. on May 7th I was holding my perfect baby boy! 7lbs 1oz and 201/2 inches long, beautiful black hair, he was perfect.

The Recovery

Oh! The recovery. since the epidural turned into a spinal block, I was loosing spinal fluid. I was advised not to get the blood patch (don't ask me why). I was on bed rest for a week. If I tried to go further than the bathroom I would get sick and throw up! It was horrible! Thank God that is over.

Grant Aubrey

my Dear Grant,
I love you so much! you are the spitting image of your father. Beautiful in every way. My prayer over you is that you will grow to be a testimony of God! A warrior for His Kingdom! "Grant" means Tall Strong Warrior. I pray you will grow into your name. You are worth the rude nurse, the long labor, and the many headaches! Psalm 127:4 "Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth."
I love you, baby!

Out of the mouths of Babes

Here are three of Evangeline's best quotes from the past couple months;

Evangeline (talking to me while I am about 7 months pregnant)-"I am going to have a baby in my belly, than my tummy will get really really big...like daddy's"

Evangeline (while sitting on the potty)- "Daddy said I am two years old while I am pooping"
Me-"what?"
E-"am I two or three? Daddy said I am number two when I poop."
Me-"OH, GOING number two."

Evangeline (singing)-"I love you, you are silly, and you love Bubble Guppies, and flowers, and you are so cute... Mommy do you like that song?"
Me-"I never heard it"
E-"oh, it's about my daddy"
(that is the best one I think)


I will do many posts like this over the life of my blog. What are some of your best little kids quotes?

over dramatic mommy and over dramatic toddlers

I was excited to see a quick interest in this blog. I got excited so I had to write my second entry today.

If you ask one of my three siblings, or my dad, maybe my husband (maybe not) they will all tell you that I can be, well, a little over dramatic. This wonderful character trait did not go anywhere once I became a mom, and it rubbed off to my wonder daughters. Although Evangeline (my three year old) is a spitting image of my gorgeous husband, and pretty much acts exactly like him, she tends to be a little over dramatic. As a surprise to his little princesses my husband brought home two brand new princess crowns. Evangeline's had flower shaped pink jewels, pink feathers across the rim, and to top it off, it was covered with pink glitter. Getting Evangeline a three dollar princess crown from Wal-Mart gets about the same reaction as getting your 16-year-old a brand new convertible. I heard about the crown that daddy got her for weeks. She did not want to go anywhere without wearing it, or at least knowing where it was. A couple days ago daddy quickly went from super hero to super zero, when he stepped on the crown and causing it to be unwearable. Her first reaction was "it's okay daddy, you can get me a new one tomorrow." Tomorrow came around and we were unable to make it to the store to get a new crown. She decided that daddy was not going to get away with this terrible act so easily. "Daddy," she said in her firm voice "you made a bad choice, you stepped on my crown. Now, you are going to have to go to time out now for breaking my crown." She grabbed his hand and lead him into the hallway. she pointed to a spot in the floor and told him to stand there. Alternating her hands on her hips, to folding them across her chest she asked if he knew why he was in timeout. Luke smiled and answered (I think he hoped he could get out of having to buy a new one). She said "okay, daddy, now you are in time out for breaking my crown. Don't break my crown anymore. You can buy me a new pink crown tomorrow." I guess you can find us at Wal-Mart at some point tomorrow.

And my two year old is a whole other story. Noel brings "bossy" to a whole new level. Her favorite word in "now". She says it after everything, even if it makes no sense. For an example, my brother was over and asked her "Noel are you awesome?" she stuck out her lips as far as they can go and lowered her eyebrows and pointing at him, and said "I am awesome, NOW". I know she does it for attention, but she bosses everyone around; mommy, daddy, sister, uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, grandparent's dog, doll babies, her brother (who is still in my tummy) and even the flowers if they aren't growing fast enough. The bad thing is that it is so hard not to laugh at her, she is just so cute even though I know she is being a toot. I try to not let her see me smile, and I try to keep a straight face, I know she is just like me. Noel is always good for a laugh, but man, she makes me so tired.

That is all for tonight but I am sure there will be many stories to come soon.

and I begin...

Before I begin to be part of the blog world, I want to clearly state that I am in no way an expert at parenting. This is not what my blog is about. I only have been a mom for less than four years, to two beautiful princesses and a prince on the way. My pure purpose in creating this blog is to write my adventures in the world of little girls. Maybe other moms can relate to my over load of Dora and a room dedicated to twenty naked barbies and one fully clothed Ken doll. When you spend every minute with two self-proclaimed princesses, you are always entertained by worlds of fairies, kings that fight off dragons (usually the king's name is "daddy"), and all the mermaids with perfect hair. How can I keep this all to myself?