first night, big boy crib

So, we decided to move Logan to the crib AND have him sleep in his room. Friday night was the first night. He slept like a pro. Nothing stirred him. He didn't wake up crying. I on the other hand did not sleep so well. I kept checking the monitor. I woke up with lots of pains from my horrible sleep.

We did it again last night. I was so tired that I woke up only once and checked the monitor. Again, Logan slept the whole night without waking up. When I woke up to get him this morning he was turned around--his head was where I had put his feet.

I guess I have nothing to worry about. I hope he continues to sleep well. Yay Logan!!!

archived--birth story

So, as many of you know, I went in for induction on July 1st. It took all day. I was given the induction meds at about 7:30 and things moved along slowly. I talked with hubby and watched tv...I forgot what cable was like since we had gotten rid of it by this time. Around 3:30-4 I finally asked for the epi because I took the pain as long as I could. I found that once the epi kicked in I was able to talk to DH and joke around with him a lot more and I was "enjoying" being in early labor. It was weird to not be able to feel my contractions though.

At some point I hit 3 cm and I just stalled for a long time. I mean hours and hours and hours. Finally around 1am on July 2, it was time to push. Man, that part wasn't as painful as it was tiring. I pushed and pushed, but baby Logan was not cooperating. We were so happy that he wasn't breech anymore, but now he was facing sideways instead of face down. My doc just could get him to turn around and face down, she tried a hand held vac, and after 3 tries, made the decision to go with a c-section. I was not happy. As I said, we were so excited that he had turned and was no longer breech...all I wanted was to deliver vaginally.

They got the OR set and we had our c-section. Easiest delivery ever. Except I kept shivering like there was no tomorrow. I was told I would feel some tugging but no pain. I felt nothing and I didn't even know Logan was born until I heard the crying. He was so cute.Kevin was so excited and bonded with him instantly. Kevin got to go watch him be measured and weighed. He got to go with him to take pictures and such. I had to stay in the OR, all cold and lonely.

Logan Andrew was born at 3:14 am on July 2nd. He weighed 6lbs 15oz and was 20.5 inches long. He is adorable. I know every mom says that. But, he really is cute.

My stay at the hospital got extended from Friday until Sunday. I am glad to finally be home. We are getting acclimated to our new surroundings that differ greatly--in a wonderfully positive way--from the hospital. I am not looking forward to c-section recovery, but life goes on and I am glad I have great support from DH (not to mention the greatest baby of all time )

Thinking Back on My Pregnancy

I look back now and wish I had recorded more of my thoughts during my pregnancy. I wrote one or two entries in my journal about it, but nothing significant. To be perfectly honest, I hated being pregnant at the time, but now I miss it so much. I really had such an easy time.

There was nothing I couldn't eat. There were 2 things I couldn't drink (besides alcohol): orange juice and coffee. Two things I really love to drink. I didn't gain much weight. In fact, from behind, you couldn't even tell I was pregnant. There were many people at HEB that I heard huff and puff behind me because I was going too slow--hello, I was pregnant. I didn't have much back ache. Although, I was uncomfortable sitting and laying, but what pregnant woman isn't? I loved to rub my belly. Kevin would make fun of me for that. I don't know why I did, I just did.

I got to wear my clothes for quite sometime. However, there came a time when I finally had to break down and get maternity pants. I purchased a belly band, but I hated it. I hated anything touching my belly. Well, shirts were okay, but any maternity pants elastic waist bands were annoying as hell. I wish I could have afforded some cuter clothes, but alas, I could not. Besides, my boobs were so huge that many of them didn't look right or were cut too low at the neck showing all my cleavage to my students.

Speaking of my students. They were so good about dealing with me and my mood swings. I loved how some of my students would say hi to Logan before saying hi to me, and that the ones I had a good relationship with felt comfortable enough to rub my belly. There were a few annoying ones, but I rather not think about them. They are not important now. For the last 2 months of school I had Logan's name on the board because I was sick of telling my students what his name would be--but of course there were those students that didn't read the board and asked me anyway.

Yes, thinking back, it really wasn't that bad at all. I didn't get hemoroids. I didn't get any more spider veins on my legs. My feet didn't swell. I did have constipation, but the stool softener helped a lot.

I think one of my favorite pregnant moments was playing kickball during flight time. I was annoyed with the students that they thought it was too cold to play. They were being so lazy. I showed them even a pregnant woman could play. One student kicked the ball and I tried to jump and catch it. I started this momentum going backwards and I fell on my butt. I then tried to make it look "graceful" by going right into a back roll before getting up. It was quite amazing. I wasn't worried about Logan at all. Prior to this I had read that the sac was a great bumper for the baby and he wouldn't get hurt if I bumped my tummy every now and then.

I have decided that I do want to get pregnant again. I don't want to wait too long. I know right now is not good as Kevin is not working. But maybe in a year or two we can do it again. And next time I want to do everything I didn't do this time--be better at recording what is going on--my thoughts and such; take photos every month of my tummy; maybe take pregnancy photos if we have the cash. And of course, when the baby is born, I hope to get newborn photos done. But that's a different blog--what I would do the second time around once baby gets here.

Pics of Logan

Sometimes I feel jealous of the people who had the money and thought to get those great pictures taken when their child was a newborn. I just didn't know you could do that and we didn't really have the money anyway. The pictures are so cute. Their hands are so small, and their feet are so cute and tiny. So, I tried to take a few by myself...of Logan's feet and hands to show how small and cute they are. I wish I had taken more artsy type photos when he was a newborn, but hey, I was trying to survive.

I really like them. I plan on printing them out and hanging them in his room. There are other I would like to take, but for now, these will do.