Last Monday, I just didn't feel right. I couldn't quite make out WHY, I just didn't. I found myself packing baby things, without knowing why. My teacher had told me to stay home from clinical, and, while I was disappointed, I was glad, as I just felt sore and achy and not quite on the planet. Silly things set me on edge, and I just wanted to lie around. Tuesday morning, I was up at 3:30 in the morning, feeling pains, but figuring they were the braxton hicks that I was used to. So, I floated off to school, thinking maybe the change of scenery would help, but, I just didn't feel well. Everything hurt. My back, my belly, my legs. During notes on hepatitis, I was texting Jasin "They are now 5 min. apart.. gonna call the doc after school". Do not say I am not dedicated! Even after I knew I was in labor, I got a last day in at school first! So, after school, I called the doctor, who said to come in, and called Jasin, who said, "Okay honey, I will see if Brandy can take the kids after school then, and go to work. If it's anything, give me a call, and I will come home." (His job is an hour and a half away from the hospital...) and I said, "No, you are going to call Brandy to see if she can GET the kids from school, and you are going to drive me to the doctor's!"
So, off we went. The doctor had just gotten off a plane from Pakistan, and 3:00 AM that morning, and said tiredly that I was not in labor, but I should go to the hospital and have the baby monitored for an hour anyhow. An hour later, the contractions were closer, and the pain was a little worse. Not as bad as the poor woman in the next room. She was SCREAMING! For TWO AND A HALF HOURS! That womans lungs had staying power! I figured, sinced I obviously had no urges to shriek like that, that I would probably get sent home, and told to quit bothering people. Next thing I knew, the doctor was there, and saying, "Well, baby's gotta come out... you are in labor."
"Have you had enough sleep, or even had dinner yet?" I asked, "Oh, don't worry about me, I am fine!" He smiled. "Well, since you are coming at me with a knife shortly, I would rather you were rested and fed first" I informed him....
Next thing I knew, I was being wheeled into the O.R., and given a spinal. At which point, I became miserably ill. Gross, I know, and we wont get into details, but, I was sick for the first 10 minutes of being in the OR. Fishers have never done well with anesthesia.
The doctor came in, and began the operation. It took about 30 seconds to be outraged by what he saw. The last doctor, who delivered Joe, completely ruined my insides, I was told. My uterus and everything around it was a mess. He was amazed I was able to get pregnant, let alone stay pregnant, let alone go to term! It was extremely bad, and I began to lose large amounts of blood. They were starting to type me, for a possible transfusion, and the 30 minute operation took almost 3 hours, due to all the internal damage I had from the last C-section. He commented that my pain tolorance level was amazing, because this damage was bad enough, I should have been in insane pain for the last 4 and a half years.
A little while after George was born, (And, by the way, there was no undignified outraged screaming from this calm little boy. No, he cried for a moment or so, and endured the whole clean -up process in stoic silence. I was actually a little worried because he WASN'T crying!) Someone stood in the O.R. doorway and said "That 3 week early baby? EIGHT POUNDS, ELEVEN AND A HALF OUNCES!!!!!" "Dr. Chauhdry?" I said, "What?" "I told you so!" "I still have the knife, Moriah..." It was actually, drama aside, the most fun out of all the kid's births I have ever had. I really like my doctor, and I was glad he did the operation, and fixed everything.
So, this below, is the first picture of little George Elliot, born at 7:28 PM, January 19, at 8#, 11.5 oz, and 21 inches long.
He really is the sweetest, most calm baby I have had yet. He cries the worst when his diaper is getting changed. Other than that, he is very easy going, and I have a hard time putting him down.
This was taken the day the anesthetic wore off. I was in so much pain, and so tired; OF COURSE I look lousy! Joe was snuggled with baby and me on the bed, watching TV. George is in there somewhere!
And, I think I have a picture just like this of Jasin with every one of the kids!
Kaila and George
Lexi and George... notice the lack of hair on my child. She cut it herself a few days before George was born. It took two haircuts to fix it as well as possible, but, when all is said and done - it's SHORT! When I asked Lexi "WHY?" she told me it was because she had decided to be a hairdresser when she grows up, and needed to practice. Really can't fault the logic, and she has to live with it. Obla dee obla da, life goes on!
And, all my boys together! Joe is trying so very hard to adjust, but, he was my little man forever, and we are pretty tight, so, this whole thing is rough, I suspect. My thought is, we all survived 7 brothers and sisters, there is no reason my kids won't survive George!
The day we were able to leave the hospital, we had to rush, as Joe had to get to school for a reading award. So, we dropped Joe off, then Jasin took baby and me home, and then went back to watch Joe get his award. He was SO proud! And, you can't see her face, but next to him on his right, is "Tiny Girl", his future wife. She lives around the corner, and the first time he saw her, he ran his bike into a tree, staring at her. He is convinced, however, that if he lets things get TOO far, that he will have to kiss her, and then will turn into a frog, so, he's decided they're just friends for now. But, he can love her, and not have to kiss her, right?
The dog, OMG! He thinks the baby is the most fasinating thing in the whole wide world! He loves to look into the bassinet, and if George makes any noise, he is right there, checking the situation out. When we are holding him, Buster is right next to us, as close as possible, to watch the baby. Very sweet! Everytime I see Buster look into the bassinet, all I can think of is "Lady and the Tramp"...
Sadly, we were only home for a day, before poor George had to be re-admitted. His biliruben count was way high, and our poor kid was extremely yellow. So, I was in the hospital with him all Saturday and Sunday. At this point, I had not slept since the previous Sunday night, and was in mega pain, from having all my insides messed around with, to fix them, and trying to catch up on a major homework load, and just a mess. When Jasin came to pick us up, he was a little early, and handed me a bag saying he had brought my slippers in. I said I didn't need them NOW, we were going home for heaven's sake! He looked liked I had just kicked a puppy, and I was in tears. REALLY needed that sleep! Which, while we waited, he made me do. I got put in the bed, the lights were turned out, and I did nap for about an hour. It made a huge difference! Below, is a picture of George FINALLY coming home! We have to have him checked again this week, but, hopefully he'll be okay!
Last night, Jasin did baby duty. Because biliruben is eliminated in diapers, making sure we get enough into him is a big priority, so, I am pumping, and we are supplimenting with formula. I fell asleep on the couch last night, and Jasin said I kept waking up and demanding to know where the baby was, and was he okay? Then I would demand to know, in a panic, where the kids were. (Okay, I was literally so tired by last evening, I was seeing everything in double. That was a total first!) So, Jasin finally lost patience and told me to go to bed. He stayed downstairs with George all night. Things looked a little better by morning!
And, I think I have a picture just like this of Jasin with every one of the kids!
Kaila and George
Lexi and George... notice the lack of hair on my child. She cut it herself a few days before George was born. It took two haircuts to fix it as well as possible, but, when all is said and done - it's SHORT! When I asked Lexi "WHY?" she told me it was because she had decided to be a hairdresser when she grows up, and needed to practice. Really can't fault the logic, and she has to live with it. Obla dee obla da, life goes on!
And, all my boys together! Joe is trying so very hard to adjust, but, he was my little man forever, and we are pretty tight, so, this whole thing is rough, I suspect. My thought is, we all survived 7 brothers and sisters, there is no reason my kids won't survive George!
The day we were able to leave the hospital, we had to rush, as Joe had to get to school for a reading award. So, we dropped Joe off, then Jasin took baby and me home, and then went back to watch Joe get his award. He was SO proud! And, you can't see her face, but next to him on his right, is "Tiny Girl", his future wife. She lives around the corner, and the first time he saw her, he ran his bike into a tree, staring at her. He is convinced, however, that if he lets things get TOO far, that he will have to kiss her, and then will turn into a frog, so, he's decided they're just friends for now. But, he can love her, and not have to kiss her, right?
The dog, OMG! He thinks the baby is the most fasinating thing in the whole wide world! He loves to look into the bassinet, and if George makes any noise, he is right there, checking the situation out. When we are holding him, Buster is right next to us, as close as possible, to watch the baby. Very sweet! Everytime I see Buster look into the bassinet, all I can think of is "Lady and the Tramp"...
Sadly, we were only home for a day, before poor George had to be re-admitted. His biliruben count was way high, and our poor kid was extremely yellow. So, I was in the hospital with him all Saturday and Sunday. At this point, I had not slept since the previous Sunday night, and was in mega pain, from having all my insides messed around with, to fix them, and trying to catch up on a major homework load, and just a mess. When Jasin came to pick us up, he was a little early, and handed me a bag saying he had brought my slippers in. I said I didn't need them NOW, we were going home for heaven's sake! He looked liked I had just kicked a puppy, and I was in tears. REALLY needed that sleep! Which, while we waited, he made me do. I got put in the bed, the lights were turned out, and I did nap for about an hour. It made a huge difference! Below, is a picture of George FINALLY coming home! We have to have him checked again this week, but, hopefully he'll be okay!
Last night, Jasin did baby duty. Because biliruben is eliminated in diapers, making sure we get enough into him is a big priority, so, I am pumping, and we are supplimenting with formula. I fell asleep on the couch last night, and Jasin said I kept waking up and demanding to know where the baby was, and was he okay? Then I would demand to know, in a panic, where the kids were. (Okay, I was literally so tired by last evening, I was seeing everything in double. That was a total first!) So, Jasin finally lost patience and told me to go to bed. He stayed downstairs with George all night. Things looked a little better by morning!
So, in all, it's been a crazy week, but, when all is said and done, Goerge is just the best baby in the world, and he is so worth it! He is our last baby, and I am trying to enjoy him as much as possible before I have to go back to school. My teacher has told me that I WILL be bringing the baby in to school, so, I won't be seperated too much! We are still trying to decide if I am going back to work.... But I will think about that later! Meanwhile, enjoy the pictures! I am SO happy he's here! And, he really is the cutest, sweetest baby!
WOW!!! what an adorable little man! I thought a little someone might have arrived... I'm glad you were able to tell the doctor 'I told you so!' :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your family of SIX!! It sounds like he's fitting in perfectly!