And Baby Makes Four…

29 11 2012

I can’t believe that it’s been 7 weeks since my last post…well obviously A LOT has happened, first and foremost we did it, we had a baby girl – a bouncing, cuddly, beautiful baby girl, but before that we had the last week of my pregnancy with her, a slow start to labor and delivery, a battle of name the baby, and a sobbing last night of putting Tucker to bed as an only child.  Let’s back this train up from where the last post left off…

Eric and I went into Liz’s office for my 39 week check up thinking that FOR SURE that the baby had made some progress…no none, well Liz said that she was in a good mood and she’d say that I had thinned out about 5% more.  Whoopdee doo daa.  I basically have been 1 cm and 50-55% effaced for a month, a month!  I sat there, pantless, thinking that she’s gonna make me do this myself, and she’s never gonna talk induction with us.  Low and behold, she asked what we thought about induction, and we again scheduled induction on her due date, October 15.

The week came and went and LeAnne made me “Happy Last Day of Work” cupcakes (my favorite funfetti) and had a great last day tying up loose ends, doing a maternity leave mailbox message, and putting in the out of office assistant on.  The day flew by and I went home for the last Friday night as a family of three.  And as fast as the last day of work flew by, so did the last weekend, we went to my parents house for dinner on Sunday night and I snuggled with Tucker, and didn’t want to leave.  I laid him down in his bed at my mom and dad’s and cried, hard – scared of what was coming, not delivery but beyond.  Would there be enough of me for Tucker to know that I still love him as much Sunday as I will on Monday when there is a new baby to care for too?  It’s really the first time I gave into these feelings and it felt good to let them out.  Eric and I got home, put the finishing touches on our hospital bag, carseat, and stuff that we wanted footprints on, packed them in the car and I slept like a baby.

5 AM came early, oh wait that IS early.  And I got up, showered, dried my hair, and put on my last HUGE maternity clothes and we were out the door by 6 am.  Here is  picture of me in the morning just before we left.  Even Bogey couldn’t believe how big I was!

We checked into the hospital and I was hooked up to an IV and the check in nurse was getting all our vitals and info.  Liz came in and checked me and to my surprise, there was still barely ANY more activity.  I was 1 cm and 75% effaced, high cervix and not softened.  Bummer.  But my contractions were less than 3 minutes apart – but I couldn’t feel them.  Liz told me that there is a chance that if this doesn’t work, they would have to send me home and come back when real labor began.  The though petrified me.  She inserted the first dose of Cytotec (yes yes I know it is controversial to use for induction – I did my research but this was the path that Liz and I decided upon) around 7:30 am and I was told to lay down and sit still then I was to pace the hallways and get my labor moving.  At 10:30ish I was checked again and was 100% thinned out, 2 cm, softened and forward cervix!  Yahoo! I got the second dose of Cytotec and again told to lay down for a while and continue power walking the halls to progress labor.  I continued to progress slowly and around 2 pm Liz came in I was 3 cm and she then broke my water…that moved things quickly.  I was no longer smiling, talking, or laughing the contractions were coming fast and were painful.  The anesthesiologist was paged and he put in the first step of the two step epidural.  It was pretty instantanous and life was good again.  Here is a picture of me after it took effect…

Eric and I walked a little bit more, and I was told to let Liz and Nylene know when I was feeling pain or pressure again because the second part of the epidural takes about 20 minutes to take effect.  We got about 3 laps in before I told Eric that I was feeling some pressure, he told me to tell Liz, to which I replied – “I don’t want to be a whiner” Eric’s response – “Ahhh, news flash you’re having a baby you’re not a whiner”  He told Liz when we passed her in the hall and she said she’d check me, low and behold I was 9 cm and we were almost ready to push, and I still needed the next part of the epidural.  I was given the second epidural and bed ridden, and at 4:14 began pushing, at 4:18 the epidural kicked in, and at 4:20 pm, our baby girl was born.  She was a screamer at 8 lbs 15 oz and 21.5″ long.  She was placed on my chest and was 1 of the 2 most perfect people in the whole wide world.

We were totally in LOVE with her the instant we met her.  Every thought, fear, flutter, worry, doubt, everything went away and God filled my heart with unwavering love for this tiny (okay well tiny compared to her brother) new life that we created!  My blessings overflowed, and all was good with the world.  She looked just like Tucker – chubby cheeks, little button nose, and had hair – even more than Tucker.  Liz and Nylene (her midwife student) fixed me all up down under and the rush of family entered into the room to meet Baby Girl Gitter (that was her name for another 5 hours).  Everyone oogled and snuggled her, took pictures and then the nurses checked her vitals again, she was running a temperature of 101, and then dropped to 97.4  they suggested that we do skin to skin for a while to help regulate her temperature, it worked, right from the start she just needed her mommy.  Later that night my sister and brother in law came to meet her.  We were discussing names, we liked Mollie – Kenzie – Lily – Annabelle – Abilene – Quinn…but NONE of those were her.  I thought she looked like a Leah and Eric thought she looked like a Lucy…so finally after a while of discussing we had common ground her name should start with an L.  I suggested Leighton – LeAnne and Matt both liked it and our general manager’s at the Sandals Resort we stayed at in January (do the math people 9 months before) was named Leighton (LAY-TON)…we thought it fit, BUT Eric was hesitant.  So, not annoying at all, I pointed out every 3 or so minutes that I like Leighton, I like Leighton, I like Leighton.  I grabbed the birth certificate form and the three of us all told Eric how much we liked Leighton, when he was on the phone, and he finally caved in and came to the right decision.  So our Mollie-Kenzie-Lily-Annabelle-Abilene-Quinn became Leighton Annette.  She was a great sleeper that first night, but the nurses kept waking us up to check on me and her and nurse every 2 hours.  We had a plethora of visitors that came and went in the 3 days we were in the hospital, we are so blessed with so many family and friends.  My friends Mel and Mandy stopped in and gave us some of the coolest gifts…Leighton was all the rage with the wand in her bassinet!  I love how the Buschke’s stayed with the yellow sunshine theme!!!

Tucker came up to the hospital…he would not pose for any pictures he was too busy pushing buttons, but did once acknowledge the Baby one time, then he was done.  That has pretty much been his approach – likes her when he likes her and doesn’t really care the other times.  My mom said that’s nice, I HAD to help with everything when my sister was born and it was hard to keep me away from LeAnne.  She’s right, I do have it good.  My life is good as a gitter my friends.

I’d like to introduce you to Leighton Annette Gitter, who has us all wrapped around her little fingers.  Thank you McManigal Photography for her beautiful pictures!

Dear Leighton,
Welcome to our family.  We are beyond thrilled to have finally met you.  I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t quite sure if God really knew what he was doing – could I handle 2 kids under 2, 2 in diapers, still working full time…yes I can – God doesn’t give us more than we can handle.  He knew exactly what he was doing when he gave us you.  I fell head over heels in love with the second they put you on my chest – even gooey and bloody you were still so beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to start this journey with you, my precious daughter.  You came into this family just at the right time, we all needed to see the physical face of God’s grace in you, after Auntie’s diagnosis…just like when I was born after Papa died, you my daughter, show us that life is a brutiful and fragile thing.  I know that getting to snuggle you in Auntie’s arms was the blessing that helped to take her mind off of life for just a few minutes…and she didn’t even have to change your diaper – boy life is good!  I stare at your little button nose, your full sweet lips, your big slate colored eyes (quickly turning brown like all the rest of ours), and smile knowing that our family is complete with you now.  I love you with everything I have, even though I didn’t know if I could love you and your brother both as much as you guys needed – God doesn’t give us a shortage in love.  Our new journey is just beginning, you’ll soon learn how good life as a gitter really is Leighton! 

Pick a day, any day

8 10 2012

So here I am 39 weeks pregnant. I can’t believe how fast 39 weeks has gone…how much life has changed and how different everything is this time. At my 36 week appointment I was 1 cm dilated and 50% effaced, at 37 weeks still 1cm and 60%(ish Liz said) effaced. My midwife was out last week, so we opted to skip my appointment as things are looking good and I tested negative for Group Strep B this time. So today is 39 weeks on the dot and my appointment is anytime now. I wonder how much or if any progress has been made. Apparently when I make room in Hotel Uterus it’s quite comfy and an eviction notice must be given to the tenants.

This past Saturday we celebrated Eric’s Aunt & Uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary – it was such a spectacular family celebration – 50 years of marriage! Can you imagine being so lucky as to spend 50 years with the one you love? I hope Eric and I can celebrate 50 years – I hope we get to have a big celebration for Jim & Bunny’s and my parents 50th wedding celebration. I was sitting on the cabin step watching Tucker shake his white boy rhythm-less booty to the Singing Hennes’ (brought out of retirement for the celebration) remembering that this is where I was almost 2 years ago 9 days before my due date at LeAnne & Matt’s wedding shaking my groove thing trying to stomp out Tucker, and thinking “How in the world did I have so much energy being as pregnant as I am now?” I think the answer might have something to do with the cutest little 21 month old boy ever…but who really knows (:

A couple of weeks ago my family and I attended a funeral for one of the most wonderful men I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. He was a great friend of the family, one of my dad’s best friends – their son is one of my brother’s best friends, and he and his wife have been at all our big celebrations from before I was born. His death was tragic and sudden, but his funeral made me want to live my life in joy so that when it’s my turn people talk about me the way they talked about him. A great life lived, cut much too short for each of us on earth, but a legacy of pure joy and love outlives the years he walked with us. At the wake I was talking to his daughter-in-law, (who is pregnant with a boy and we betrothed our bellies) and we gave her one of our Papa’s Cross Pins. I told her I’d send her the story via email.

In April of 1981 my Papa (mom’s dad) decided that he wanted his company to create a 6 foot bronze cross for their Church at his iron & wire works company. My Giea rolled her eyes thinking that there was no way it was going to be approved by council and the pastor…low and behold it was, and prototype was created – in the meantime my Papa was not feeling well and underwent a battery of different tests with inconclusive results, and was scheduled for surgery in August. The weekend before Papa’s surgery the prototype was hung and the spot approved by Papa – the service ended with “Lift High The Cross”. The cross was taken down that week and the construction of the actual cross was begun. The surgery was on August 25th and the doctors opened and closed him up, diagnosed him with late stage pancreatic cancer, and informed my family to “not chase rainbows.” 6 weeks later on Saturday October 10th, 1981 the bronze cross was hung. My Papa died on Sunday, October 11th, 1981. The funeral was held on Wednesday, October 13th, 1981 – exactly six weeks after he sat in church and made the decision that the cross was right. Some of the hymns at his funeral were, “In the Cross of Christ I Glory,” “Beneath the Cross of Jesus,” and the service ended with “LIFT HIGH THE CROSS.”

I was born just a few months after my Papa died, I never got to meet him…but you know what? I, my sister and my cousins have never felt like we didn’t know him, he’s been such a staple of our lives even in death. Together our family healed under this beautiful cross. My Giea says, “This cross is a beautiful symbol of life after death has become the logo for our family and our church and when visitors attend they get to share in the story of the CROSS. ” I think this is the week, 31 years later the Lord will make a full circle of life after death in our family. So I think she’s coming this week. If I had to pick a day any day I’d say Wednesday. I’m wearing my cross pin and just waiting. God’s will. Sadly I have no control, but that’s okay cause it’s Gods control that matters.

Fingers crossed she’ll be here soon. It’s our turn to go in for my 39 week check up.


Planning the party of the year…literally…one year

11 11 2011

Wow…I can’t believe that I have to be in high gear planning mode for Tucker’s First Birthday party?  It seems like yesterday that I was trying to squeeze me and my GIANT belly into the crowded family table at Uncle Bill and Aunt Sandy’s last Thanksgiving.  Where does the time go?  It is just moving so fast that I can barely comprehend how VERY different our new normal really is now.  So here I am almost 1 year later planning a birthday party for our baby boy.  I hmm haw’ed about a ‘theme’ for his party for a few months now, I have this weird pulling towards all things pirates when I think of Tucker, but it just didn’t seem right.  So I thought and thought and poof – an epiphany…duh a GOLF theme.  We have so many golf things already and it’s right up Eric’s ally…it’s something that we can enjoy doing together.

The first step to planning any party is to dig into all that Pintrest has to offer.  There are COUNTLESS examples of every different kind of party decor you could imagine.  I stumbled upon the perfect party golf theme that someone else threw for their 3 year old.  And away I went with my Photoshop CS5 to create cutie patootie invites, water bottle labels, photo banners, cake, food, ect.  It’s going to be a really fun day!

Here’s a little sneak peak into the theme of the day.  Owenge and golf.  Great combo!

Some friends are going to come over and help me make some cake pop golf balls (in vanilla, chocolate, and pumpkin) some other friends are going to make cookies and a small cake for Tucker.  I am right now thinking of ways to keep A MILLION kids occupied and out of things that don’t belong to us, as we cannot fit close to 100 people into our house, so we will be using an offsite location.

I am sure you’re thinking 100 people for a 1 year old party is insane, well you’re right, but mine and Eric’s family is HUGE, and we have some awesome friends who have been really important in our lives and Tucker’s first year.  It wouldn’t be a party without them.  It’ll be close to Christmas so maybe we will have less, but less or more,  I can’t wait.

My only real concern is the mood of my child.  I pray for a good day with him, 99.9% of them are good, but every so often he becomes overwhelmed and I am sure everyone will want to hold him and oochie coochie him, I have no issues with that but he may.  I hope no one is offended if he is standoffish.  But come what may I am going to do what my friend Mel has taught me, “Let go and let God” all I can do is pray and do my best to make sure that he has a low key few days and good naps the days leading up too and the day of the party.  Do what a I can and let Jesus Take the Wheel on the rest.

I feel fortunate that we will get to celebrate Tucker’s first birthday period.  With dozens of family and friends period.  Our blessings are overflowing, and we are so grateful for all that the Lord has blessed us with.  Maybe this is a little over the top, but I’m a realist, this party is for everyone else.  The only memories Tucker will have of this day will be from the pictures he sees.  So Eric and I are going to make it a great day for us all with the help of our family and friends.  And we will carry the memory of the day with us forever.  It’s another great occasion for the Gitters…there is bound to be snow there…so if you’re one of the lucky 100 make sure you have a snow brush in your car!

Dear Tucker,
You’re first birthday is fast approaching!  I am jumping the gun a little bit as you will only be 11 months on Sunday, but we have a lot to plan for!  Your dad and I are working hard to create a fun day for all your family and friends to celebrate the day that you arrived on this earth.  It was  a joyous day filled with wonderful people.  I can’t believe how much you’ve changed.  You make our lives richer everyday.  Being your mom is just the very best job, and getting to plan your party is just a great perk.  I love to plan parties, I can’t wait til we can look back at the day and tell you the story of Tucker Turning One.  Maybe I’ll make into a picture book that we can read every year on your birthday.  Well until you’re too old to think that’s cool.  Your dad and I have to find a place for you’re growth chart I bought for you, it’s almost time to make the first mark on it.  wow!  You’re only a baby for a little bit more.  I love you and all the gifts you have given me. 

Top 5 Best Life Moments

14 10 2011

My life is good.  There is no if, ands, or buts about it.  I love my life and cannot even begin to count all the blessing that have, and I have found myself stopping a lot more lately to take a minute, not to ask God for anything, but to simply say thank you, for all I have.  But I can tell you exactly what the top 5 best life moments are.

  1. It’s so cliche but numero uno is my and Eric’s wedding day.  It was the best day ever!  I never wanted it to end, it was magical, enchanting, fun, and full of love, family, friends, faith and well wishes.  It was the first day of my new life with my new nuclear family.
  2. The day Tucker was born.  It was the most surreal thing checking into the hospital just the two of us, me feeling fine (well a beached whale but otherwise fine) and 12 hours later hold our brand new baby.  Thus began a whole new life for us.  December 13 was the most awing day that went so much better than I could have ever imagined.  Our lives changed that day for sure, most days for the better (:
  3. December 26, 2004.  Eric gave me a Burberry wool scarf for my birthday.  I know how this sounds, but it wasn’t what it was it was how it was given to me.  Earlier that month I went to NYC with my then best friend, and I ADORE the Burberry brown plaid, we of course went into the Burberry store, I saved up my spending money and was going to buy a scarf.  Well I glanced at the price tag, turned my a$$ around and decided I didn’t save enough.  I came home told Eric the story and ended it with I wasn’t good enough for that kind of money on a scarf that I can’t even put in the washing machine.  On my birthday I opened a Burberry box with the scarf in it with a note saying that I was good enough and he loved me.  I still smile thinking about that gift  (:
  4. The day E was born.  I can’t even explain the anxiousness that was in the hospital waiting room that day.  I was so excited to be an Auntie.  We were all in the waiting room stalking every piece of equipment that was being brought into the room to estimate the progress of delivery.  Everytime a baby was born there was a lullaby that was played over the loudspeaker.  We all knew when it was ours.  Holding E, so tiny and beautiful was such a special moment for Eric and I and that moment has been etched into my memory forever.
  5. The OWENGE Fundraiser @ Bilda’s & The Inaugural OWENge Warrior Walkers march in the Brigg’s & Al’s.  Learning Owen’s story changed my life.  It just did.  I became a more patient mother and really began to dive into my faith.  The radio has been on K-love non stop since June and I feel that my life is more enriched by learning his story.  Life is fragile and fleeting, but wonderful and dynamic at the same time.  Enjoy every moment and live it so that if someone I love isn’t there in the morning, I can move on in this life knowing I did all I could to make our time meaningful until God unites us again.  The Bilda’s fundraiser was a day of fun, sun, and raising a bunch of money! The weather was awesome, the company was awesome, and the food was outstanding!   Seeing all that OWENGE brought a smile to my face for days after.  The Walk/Run for CHW was a different feeling, it was a day of blessings, and unity for one little dude.  I was so moved and proud that day, that Mandy and I started this OWENge movement.  Our team stuck out like a sore thumb among 1,000’s of other people.  I would be surprised if there weren’t other teams with dyed or tie-dyed shirts there next year.  I got to meet so many wonderful people and the bittersweetness of the day was overwhelming and amazing.

When I think of each of these days I smile, I delight in them, I feel good.  When I’m having a bad day, one of these memories are what brings me back up.  God played a huge role in everyone of these days and that brings a smile to my heart.  My life is good…no, it’s great.  I have so much to give thanks for.

Dear Tucker,
These days were the most amazing days of my life so far.  I love and cherish these memories.  I pray that as you grow into a wonderful man that you have a life even better than mine.  I want you to count your blessings and give back to those who make those blessing possible, above all God.  You were fearfully and wonderfully made, and continue to be one of my  most precious blessings.  May your life moments bring a smile to your face and pride to your heart, as mine have.  I love you Tucker more and more every single day. 

And Baby Makes Three…My story of pregnancy and delivery

29 08 2011

A baby, our baby. I was ready to be a mom a LONG time ago. Thank God didn’t listen to me when I thought I was ready, because He knew better! When Eric and I first decided that it was time to have kids, it was just so easy. If we decide that it’s time then it’s time, my family is a family of fertile flowers honey…so don’t say it if you’re not really ready. That wasn’t quite the case with us…well life was busy with my ever changing careers and with it changing insurance. It would have been just my luck to get pregnant when we didn’t have insurance that covered pregnancy and childbirth. So when all our ducks were in a row and we were ready, God knew it too.

On April 4th, 2010 I took a pregnancy test. The line was so faint I wasn’t quite ready to jump for joy and begin celebrating quite yet. So I made Eric come in and tell me what he saw. He said he saw a line and a light other line. I immediately called a friend of mine who I remembered had a super faint line with her second and got blood work and was pregnant. In her words, “A line’s a line’s a line – you’re pregnant! Finally!” Even with her reassurance I was not okay with running out to tell the world. So I waited a few days and I took another test.

This time it looked like this before I was finished peeing. Now I got EXCITED! Eric and I couldn’t hold it in, we needed to tell our family! We were ecstatic! Then we realized the reality of our due date…Mid December…my sister was getting married on December 4th. Planning couldn’t have been worse. So we need to tell LeAnne and Matt first, let this be special to them, that they are first and that we didn’t plan on taking anything from their special day. They were so excited for us and so incredibly gracious about it, that I was moved to tears that night. One of the thousands of reasons why LeAnne is my very best girlfriend in the world! After lunch with LeAnne and Matt , we went to Wal-Mart and bought iron on paper and a little t-shirt to make an announcement to Jon & Kristin. Before Eric and I got married I bought 2 frames that said “the best dads grow up to be the best grandpas” and same with grandmas…I knew then that is how I wanted to tell my parents and in laws that they were going to be grandparents. I went back to the store a few months later to get another set and they were gone so I got one that said “grandhugs, grandkisses, grandchild” and put all the frames in a good spot. Well when we were finally pregnant I couldn’t find the frames!! I finally found them and put in the frames “We’re so excited about our new addition” it had a picture of a stick pregnant girl, a stick golfer, and a stick little dog and under that said “Baby Gitter can’t wait to meet you in December”

That afternoon Eric and I cornered my mom and dad in dad’s office and gave them the present and it took them a second to get it and then my dad said that it’s like Lent for 9 months for me…hahaha. J Next we went into DJ’s office to tell him that he was going to be an uncle. Then we went home and heated up the iron and put E’s shirt together saying “This little monkey is going to be a big cousin” and got E away for a minute during dinner put her in it and gave Eric the picture frames for his parents. It took Jon a second to get E’s shirt but then they got it and were so excited! Jim & Bunny were so excited to grandparents again. When we were just past 9 weeks we decided to tell the extended family and our co workers, after we heard the heartbeat for the first time. It was the most amazing sound ever….lub-dub lub-dub going 171 bpm! Then I announced it on FB when we hit the 10 week mark, “10 little fingers, 10 little toes, all wrapped up in Christmas bows” everyone was so excited for us!

My pregnancy was pretty much seamless. I never got morning sickness, I got the blah feeling sometimes but never threw up or felt nauseous. I was just exhausted all the time in my first trimester, I would fall asleep on the couch well before 8 PM and had no energy to much of anything. I couldn’t stand chicken, my favorite meat and all I really wanted was Culver’s butter burgers.

The second trimester was great, I got energy back and my baby bump began to show. I was wearing maternity pants from probably 18 weeks, they were just so much more comfortable. My blood pressure was low and only one time showed any protein in my urine, but that was my fault I didn’t drink enough water. On July 22nd, 2010 we got our ultrasound done and found out that our baby was a boy. The look on Eric’s face was priceless, he was so excited for his boy. It was a surreal feeling seeing the baby moving around like crazy but not being able to feel anything yet. The ultrasound tech, Anne, kept trying to see the gender parts but the baby didn’t want to cooperate, she finally shook my belly and he let his hands go…apparently he was thinking that his wiener was a handle. The next 8 weeks began the weight…I piled on 16 lbs. I will take my licks for this, I stopped really watching what I was eating and gave into the I’m only pregnant for the first time once and I can eat whatever I want mentality. WRONG-O. I think this may have played a role in my kankles – they’ve been around since about 18 or so weeks.

I sailed through the second trimester taking full advantage of my energy and actually enjoying being pregnant. Eric and I both enjoyed feeling him move around in my belly, it’s a feeling that you could never find the words to convey how it actually feels to have a human being move in your belly. I went to lunch with friends and they asked me what it felt like and I told them you have to experience it yourself to truly understand how weird it really is.

At 28 weeks we began seeing Liz every 2 weeks. I have to say she was one of my FAVORITE things in my pregnancy. I can’t tell you how much I ADORE my midwife and her nurse Erika. They are angels! During my last trimester the only symptoms that really showed themselves was my swollen ankles, carpal tunnel (it’s also so weird when you can’t feel your finger tips for months on end)and a few aches and pains. I had a few braxon hicks contractions but nothing severe. About 34 or 35 weeks my belly began to itch uncontrollably! I was itching my belly raw. I began growing at a fairly fast rate (34 weeks belly measured 35 cm, 36 weeks belly measured 38 cm, 37 weeks measured 40 cm) so Liz ordered another ultrasound to check on my amniotic fluid levels and the size of the baby. We went in on Wednesday, November 24th, 2010 and he was measuring at 8lbs. 8oz. head at week 37.5 (where I was in my pregnancy) and belly, arms, and legs, at 40.5. My mom joked that he would have my dad’s belly and my father in law’s height. At our 38 week appointment Liz said that she wasn’t ready to induce me yet, which is good because LeAnne & Matt’s wedding was the next weekend. I prayed everyday that this baby will stay put for the wedding. The Tuesday before the wedding I noticed that I began to lose my mucus plug. This terrified me, and I decided to really take it easy before the wedding. Thursday my dress was finished, it was beautiful – as beautiful as a dress for a beached whale could be (:

LeAnne and Matt’s wedding was a beautiful day with a dusting of a few inches of snow. I had no contractions or loss of any more of my mucus plug until Sunday morning. I was so sick of people asking how I was doing or telling me that I should sit down, or saying what are you gonna do if your water breaks today. IT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN…AND IF IT DOES THEN WE’LL DEAL. It just got old so fast.

Eric and I went to the doctor on Monday, December 6 and it was the most awful appointment for me. I somehow gained 6 lbs in one week. I have no idea how in the world that could have happened, I cannot physically eat full meals, I danced for hours at the wedding, and it just made no sense. I felt just humiliated when Liz came in and asked me about it. On average I gained 1.21 lbs per week up to the 6 lb gain. I was a hormonal wreck and cried about it all night, Eric tried his best to console me and poor guy just wasn’t helping at all. He’s just the best husband, he tries so hard. I did show progress though at this appointment. I was 1 cm. dilated and 70% effaced and Liz could feel his head. We scheduled an induction for Monday, December 13th at 6:30 AM if he doesn’t come on his own before then.

And he did not come. Eric and I left the house at 6 am on December 13th as Patty and Eric. We got settled in and I was hooked up to an IV to be given antibiotics because I tested positive for Strep B. My midwife came in just after 7 AM to begin the induction using a cervical ripener called Cytotec , it was inserted at 7:15 AM. I still wasn’t feeling any contractions although they were less than 7 minutes apart. I was 1 cm dilated and 70% effaced. The morning was pretty low key and it wasn’t long before I realized that there is no modesty when you are delivering a child. My second dose of Cytotec was inserted at 10:15 and I was beginning to feel my contractions but nothing was really bothering me at all. Just after noon I sat up in my bed and was talking to BIL and SIL and my water broke and gushed like a river over the side of the bed for minutes. I pressed the call button and my nurses came in and said it was like a movie the way my water broke and continued to gush and gush. I decided I wanted to wash myself off in the bathroom and when I was done and drying off I began to gush again, this happened 5 times before it finally stopped.

They concluded that there was meconium in my water and our baby would have to be suctioned and cleaned right away to avoid him swallowing or inhaling any baby poo. I definitely began to feel my contractions after my water broke and by 1 pm I was 3 cm dilated and fully effaced. I begged for an epidural and my midwife wanted me to wait til I was closer to 4 cm. I was close enough by 2 pm to get the first of the two stage epidural. It was like heaven and I could walk around and do squats and bounce on the birthing ball to help progress my labor. At 3:30 I was beginning to feel my contractions again and was given the second part of my epidural which put me on bed rest for the remainder of my labor and delivery. At 4:00 I was checked again and I was at 8 cm, and at 5 PM I was 10 cm and ready to push.

I pushed for just under 2 hours and I could feel a slight burning and my Midwife said that I was not tearing naturally and my muscles were really strong, to which I replied – “so you’re damned if you do the kegals and you’re damned if you don’t” she told me that she could perform an episiotomy…she never even finished the word before I said yes. The next contraction out flew our baby boy – he was 9 lbs 4 oz and 22 ½” long. He was the most beautiful baby, he cried right away and was given a 9 APGAR score.

We had three names going into the delivery room and knew none fit him, we went back to the drawing board and after hours of thinking about it, we decided on Tucker James. Around 11 PM the nurses came in to give him his first bath and noticed that he was having difficulty breathing and his air passages were swelling due to aggressive suctioning. They called the pediatrician on call and she admitted him to the special care nursery (their version of the NICU). He was put on oxygen and an IV. He spend 2 days in there and then one night with him in our room with nurses around in-case we needed anything. The next morning (Eric’s birthday) we got Tucker circumcised. Our pediatrician had to use a 1.45 cap (she never had to use one that big on a newborn before) that made my Eric’s day! It wasn’t long before they noticed that his bleeding was not letting up, in fact it was getting heavier. He spend just about the entire day with a bleeding penis, he got gel foam put on the shaft of the penis and silver nitrate on the tip to help clot the bleeding. Needless to say, it finally stopped and our 11 AM discharge time was now 5 PM. We went home to celebrate Eric’s birthday with family and our new little bundle of joy. Tucker is the most amazing baby…I love to just watch him, it’s so soothing and I am still in awe that his actually here and he’s all ours (:

These are my and Tucker’s pregnancy, hospital, and there after angels…they are all so wonderful!


my nurse Kathy was amazing!!!!!!!! She helped me more than she'll ever know...knowing she was helping me and Tucker kept me sane in all our chaos!

Tucker and his Doctor...I LOVE her too! Knowing Tucker was in such great hands helped keep me calm.

I LOVE my Liz!!! I can't wait to have another baby so I can see her more regularly again (:

Dear Tucker,
The story of you is my favorite story to tell.  I am so grateful that God gave me this story to live.  You are the most amazing baby ever (well I’m a bit bias) I am so thankful for all the amazing people who were brought into my life because of you.  They continue to enrich my life tenfold.  The story of you will never get old, I can still remember everything about the day you were born and the way you smelled, and how when things weren’t okay you were so tough, giving me strength to know if you can handle it, so can I.  If God brought us to it, He’d bring us through it.  Now parenting is so second nature to me, and I knew the second I saw you that my bucket was overflowing with new and wonderful things.  My life is amazing, you are the greatest gift I was ever given.  I love you Tucker Tot.