Waumba Land

Tad is working today so Mark Henry and I had big plans to go to church. I picked out a red plaid collared shirt for him to wear since it's Christmas week. I made fun of myself because I ironed it, thinking, "Geez, I'm ironing my 3 month old's clothes. How OCD. This is too much." Hey, it was wrinkled, okay? (And I'll admit, I wanted a crease in the sleeve. Don't hate.) Well, I guess MH thought it was too much too because as I was changing his diaper right before we left, he proceeded to pee ALL OVER THE SHIRT. In shock, I said "Ahhhhh!" and he started laughing. I couldn't believe it. Little stinker. Oh, well. For a split second I thought about leaving the darn thing on him since I had worked so hard to get it ready. I mean, I don't iron. lol. In the end, he sported an "I love Mommy" onesie with jeans and a Christmas bib. We'll try the Christmas outfit again next week. :)

Today was his first real time in Waumba Land, the church nursery. He went a couple of weeks ago for about 20 minutes while we went to the baby dedication orientation, but I'm not really counting that. I knew it was time to put him in there because Tad and I were both having a hard time focusing on the service when we sat in the baby section with him. I think we both would hold our breath hoping he wouldn't cry, and almost every time one of us would have to walk out with him because he'd wake up and start crying or cooing. The last time I went by myself, he started jabbering loudly and one of the staff members was about to kick me out. Haha. But I was already on my way to go out into the foyer. Yep, time to take the kid to the nursery! Of course, he did great. Someone rocked him for a bit and then he napped. I love Waumba Land and can't wait for him to get a little older and start learning about Jesus. Their goal is to teach them: "God made me, God loves me, and Jesus wants to be my friend forever." How sweet is that? Tad sings him "Jesus Loves Me" several times a day and Mark Henry just stares at him. I have to keep the tears from coming every time.

Back at it

Last Monday was my first day back at work and I'm happy to report that we all survived! Tad had to work Monday so Mark Henry went to GP for Kids for the first time. Which means I had to not only get myself ready that morning but also him. I barely slept the night before because I was worrying about how it would go. Thankfully it worked out perfectly! I woke up at 6:00 and pretty much got ready before he woke up. And I only left 6 minutes later than I wanted to (7:06)! Go me! He did great the first day, other than he didn't nap well so 2 out of the 3 times I went down to nurse him, he was crying. They thought he was hungry, but I knew he was just sleepy. He seems to be getting used to the noise because Thursday when he went back, he napped longer. I have decided to set a schedule to feed him every 3 hours so it can be a recurring event on my calendar (otherwise, people would schedule meetings and it would be a mess). I go down at 9, 12, and 3. The first time (9:00) isn't a great time because he's typically in the middle of a nap, but oh well. I had to wake him up on Thursday when I went down. There was something in me saying DON'T DO IT, YOU NEVER WAKE UP A SLEEPING BABY, but I had to because I had a 10:00 meeting and I knew he wouldn't go much longer than that and be starving. So he nursed and went right back to sleep. Phew. That will take some getting used to it, but it is what it is.

He was home with Tad Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. I think he was a little more fussy than normal on Tuesday because it was his longest time not being with me. I'm sure he was like, "Where's my mommy?!" Tad said that Wednesday and Friday went better. Tad is such an awesome dad. He's really taken to it like a champ and Mark Henry loves him. You can tell. I'm so happy that Tad is hanging out with him during the week so he doesn't have to be in daycare full time. I think it will be great bonding time for them. It's weird for Tad to report back at the end of the day how it went, like I used to do with him when he was at work. And he has to remind me how much milk to pull down from the freezer the night before. I love that there are things that he knows now about Mark Henry that he's having to teach me.

So, yes, we survived the first week. It's a good feeling to be missed -- several of my managers and colleagues kept saying how happy they were to have me back. Even though seeing everyone was awesome, I admit the week went by slowly and I kept looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday. I managed to get about 40 more minutes of sleep than during the week... not too much but anything helps these days. I was exhausted and went to bed before 9:30 most nights. Much different than maternity leave and going to sleep at midnight or 1:00 AM! I definitely never thought waking up at 6:00 would be a normal occurrence for me and that I would have time to throw in a load of laundry or put up clothes in the morning (before MH was here, I would give myself 30 minutes to get ready and run out the door). How things change when you have a little one!

The funny thing, I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow (Monday) and doing it all over again. Guess that's a good sign!

Pictures

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Mark Henry's birth story

I've been meaning to come on here to tell his birth story, but I just never seem to have the time. (Surprise, surprise that I'm saying that with a newborn in my care!) Although, he's not so new anymore -- he's 12 weeks! This is my last week of maternity leave so I figured I better get it on here because I'll have even less time once I start back to work!

I started having contractions Saturday morning (the 17th) at 6 am. I'd been having Braxton Hicks but these were happening more often so I thought I was in early labor. Called Shari, my doula, and she said to just go about my day. So I hung around the house, we watched football and I played with the dogs. They never really progressed so Sunday morning I realized I wasn't in labor. It was pretty disappointing, especially because I just "wasted" a Saturday staying close to home for no reason. Plus, I felt silly for calling Shari and then having to keep in touch with her all day with nothing new to report. Since I was fed up and a little embarrassed, I told Tad to forget the last 24 hours and let's go about our business. We went to church to get out of the house and make things "normal". I rested more Sunday and that evening they came back... a little more intense but nothing major. Mom and Dad came over (I wasn't sure this was a good idea because I was thinking that if the contractions were real and progressed, then they wouldn't leave the house!), but I had them go ahead and stop by. When a contraction would come, I would go into the other room so Mom and Dad wouldn't know, but towards the end of their visit, I was having a hard time hiding them so I told them what was happening, but made sure to point out that it could be more of the same (BH). After they left around 9:30, the contractions kept progressing and by 11:00 I knew it was real - hooray! I called Shari and the midwife (they had an answering service and asked me a million questions before they had Anjli, the midwife, call me back. But more on that later).

I wasn't sure if my hypnobirthing mp3s on my iPhone would be of much help since I didn't practice it daily like you're supposed to do, but I decided to give it a try. I did the first track in the nursery floor with pillows around me and I couldn't believe how much it helped! It was unbelievable! When the 35 minutes would end, I would try a couple of contractions without it (just over the yoga ball or on the toilet) and they were so much harder that I would scramble to turn it back on. My body continued to show me that this was the real thing (lost my mucous plug, had loose bowels). I called Shari when I threw up a couple of hours later. I just knew that she would be ready to come over and help me. She said I sounded great and that when I had a hard time managing through the contractions, that's when she would be there (she was about 20 minutes away). I decided to get into our bathtub to help me relax... she said to stay in there as long as possible because it really helps.

So where was Tad through all of this, you ask? Just hanging out. Seriously. It's so funny because we did the childbirth class and learned all these things for him to do to help me through labor (like massage, putting pressure on my hips, putting cold towels on my neck, walking around with me, etc.) but I really didn't need any of those things since I was listening to the hypno track. So he was just watching Sunday night football and then a movie. :) He checked on me periodically. When I was in the tub he said I was hunched over and totally in the zone, with the headphones in my ears. I don't think he could even tell when I was having contractions. I just remember thinking that if I could do two really deep, slow cleansing breaths that the worst of it would be over. It worked. I stayed in the tub 2-3 hours... played the relaxation track over and over, reheating the water twice, and only getting out to use the restroom (because I was drinking a lot of vitamin water to stay hydrated). Finally, I decided to get out and do something different. The next contraction I had I was hunched over the sink and felt an involuntary bearing down. Uh oh! I called Shari and said I felt like I needed to push... she asked if it felt like I had to poop. I said I didn't know and she replied that she was on her way. About 15 seconds later I had another contraction and called her back in a panic - yes, it felt like I had to use the bathroom! She instructed me to call the midwife and go to the hospital immediately. I remember laying over the daybed in the nursery while calling the midwife. Of course, I got the answering service and they asked me the SAME MILLION QUESTIONS -- name, social, dob, how far along are you, what are you feeling. I pretty much told her I was about to have the baby on the floor and she needed to get Anjli on the phone immediately. I think I would have punched her in the face if she had been in front of me. Haha. During this time, Tad was quietly gathering our things to go. He was worried that now the "real" contractions had started and that it was going to be a tough labor for me because I had been so calm and quiet the whole time and then all of a sudden I was in a panic.

We rushed to Atlanta Medical Center around 3:30 AM. Tad called our parents and sisters to let them know -- his words, "Just wanted to let you know that we're on the way to the hospital and Ashley is doing fine." I remember thinking, "I AM NOT doing fine! This baby is about to come out!" He was so calm though. Again, probably because he thought I was being overly dramatic. :) We pulled up to the ER and got a wheelchair attendant to take me to L&D while he parked the car. I remember having a contraction as the automatic doors opened and screaming. I'm sure I was quite a sight for those people in the waiting room! The attendant kept saying, just hold on miss, just hold on. I think he was worried I was going to have the kid in the hallway. Getting to the 7th floor took FOREVER. Finally they put me in the first L&D room and put a gown on me. Three nurses were in there and one said, "We're just going to check you to see what's happening". Now, I hadn't been checked before, not even during my last visits because I think it's pointless since you can be 2 cm for a month before the baby comes. And I put in my birth plan that I didn't want to be checked at all. But at that point, I could care less. They could do whatever they wanted as long as I was able to push! The nurse's next statement: "Oh, you're 10 cm. We're going to have a baby soon!" Really, lady?! I could've told you that! I exclaimed, "I do not want an episiotomy!" Haha. Of all the things, this is what was on my mind. (By the way, I guess my water broke while I was in the tub because I never felt it). They brought in a midwife from another practice because they were worried Anjli wouldn't be there in time. There was a small part of me that panicked, being that I had never laid eyes on this woman before, but at the same time I didn't care - I just wanted the baby OUT! I was so thankful to be in a hospital bed and not at home/in the car/in the hallway. Soon after, Shari got there and started calling the shots (what I love, love, love about her). She asked if they could dim the lights and she took my gown off so I would have immediate skin to skin contact with the baby. She was also calling Tad, telling him that if he wanted to catch the baby he better hurry up and get the car parked! When he finally got to the room, someone said, "Wash your hands!". I think he was a little overwhelmed that it was happening so fast, but I barely paid him any attention because I was so focused on pushing. Friends of mine have freaked out when their husbands weren't there, but I honestly would've birthed the baby without him at that point. Glad it worked out that he made it though. :) Anjli got there next. What a relief - she was the one that I wanted there to help me since the beginning of my pregnancy! And I remember her looking a little surprised. She said she figured she had plenty of time when I called since this was my first. Nope!

I pushed while holding on to Shari's strong hands and she kept whispering in my ear between contractions to stay relaxed and that I was doing great. Everyone was giving me encouragement. I eventually moved to my hands and knees on the bed to let gravity help get the baby out. This made pushing much more effective. Before I knew it, the baby was here! Tad caught him/her (we didn't know at that point!) and put the baby in my arms. Tad came around and we realized it was a boy. I'm crying thinking about that moment even now. What a flood of emotions and endorphins! Such overwhelming love. No question that there is a God much bigger than us that is responsible for all of this. Empowerment that I had done it! I had birthed this baby with no drugs and only relying on my own body, which knew exactly what to do. Tad and I both looked at each other and down at this miracle in utter amazement. We both cried (he may deny it, but there were tears for him too). A son! With ten fingers and ten toes! And a cleft chin! :) That was the first thing I noticed about him. Definitely not the mailman's!

We arrived at the hospital on Monday, September 19th, around 3:50 AM and Mark Henry was born at 4:41. It was a perfect birth. Fast, not as planned, but perfect nonetheless. It's true the only person who knows how it will go is the baby. We had packed all this "labor" stuff for the hospital - speakers for music, lavender oil, spray bottle with a fan, vitamin water - none of which we used because I was there less than an hour before he was born. I even put on a sports bra as we were leaving home just in case I was able to have a water birth. Hilarious! And that's another thing, Mark Henry had plans to arrive by land and not by water. (The birthing tub takes 45 minutes to get ready so that went out the window.) He also wanted to be 9 days "late" because he knew he had to fatten up a little bit. The boy was only 6 pounds, 2.5 ounces at birth! Such a little guy!

After they wiped him down while on my chest, we immediately starting working on nursing. Anjli and Shari told me he would only be awake for 1-2 hours so we needed to take advantage of that time. I'm so, so thankful for that now as he's been a great nurser from day one. And talk about bonding right from the start - it was awesome! I'm also thankful for Tad and his patience. After catching him and immediately giving him to me, he waited two hours before holding him again. We have a picture with a clock in the background to prove it. :)

I think I was on a birthing high for 2 weeks... I felt like I could conquer the world. I didn't even want to sleep! It's the most empowering thing I've ever done. Yes, I'm proud of myself. I told Tad that as quick as it all happened (~ 6 hours) that the next time I may do a home birth. There's no telling how fast the next one will be! If the Atlanta Birthing Center is open that will be a hard decision though - I would love to work with the Intown Midwife team again. They're amazing. And at the birthing center you leave 6-8 hours later - sign me up! Staying overnight at AMC was torture. I wanted to rest and every 5 seconds they were coming in to check my vitals or take Mark Henry for some test. The goal was to leave the next morning by lunchtime but of course the pediatrician dragged her feet so we didn't leave until 5:00. Twelve hours was enough for me! But that's a minor thing when I think about the whole experience. Like I said, it was just perfect. And you can bet your dollar that I'll have the hypnobirthing mp3s all ready for the next go around!

Mark Henry and Santa

I came on here to tell Mark Henry's birth story (finally!), but first, here's the latest picture of little man. We met up with the Peeks after church on Sunday at Atlantic Station and paid Santa an impromptu visit (thus the LSU attire and not Christmas attire). Daddy dressed him up because LSU won the SEC Championship against UGA Saturday -- guess he wanted to rub it in to all the Georgia fans at Buckhead Church. :) I told Santa that he can't talk but if he could he would ask for world peace. Santa said, "It looks like one of his wishes already came true." Observant Santa. Yes, we're obnoxious LSU fans that dress our kid in head to toe purple and gold. And we'll probably do it again once we win the National Championship against Alabama. Bam!