Sunday, March 30, 2008
Help!!
Things are out of control here at the Misseldine house. I think the lack of sleep could have something to do with it. I feel as if I am slowly losing my mind. Don't get me wrong here. I mean, I wouldn't change anything that has happened over the past few weeks, but I can't help but feel concerned for my little Logan. He has always been such a sensitive and sweet little boy. I have always felt that he and I had a very strong bond...especially with Trevor gone so much. But lately he has not wanted anything to do with me, and the sweet boy that once was is gone for the time being. I have noticed that he is more aggressive with other kids and he will ignore everything I say to him. If I ask him to do anything, he will say "no" and walk the other way. That's never happened before, and it really does concern me. I don't know how to help him through this tough time. Anyone have any advice? I want my sweet Logan back!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Back to Real Life
It was a sad day yesterday. My mom went home to Idaho. We had a lot of fun while she was here. About four weeks before she came out here she and my dad put in their mission papers, and while she was here we were privileged to be able to be a part of the opening of their call via web cam. They were called to serve in the Dallas, Texas mission. We are not going to be able to be home for their farewell, which made saying goodbye that much harder for me.
On a happy note, my "little" baby had a doctors appointment today and now weighs 9 lbs, 7 ounces. What a chunk! Logan is having a hard time sharing mommy with Samantha. Hopefully things will mellow out here pretty soon.
Monday, March 24, 2008
MORE PICTURES!!
Are you tired of the pictures yet? Here are some we took at home while my mom and sister were here. 
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Samantha's Birth
I am already starting to forget some of this, so I am going to take the time to write the details of what took place with Samantha's birth. This is your warning. It is very boring. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY BORED!
On Monday I went in to see Sameerah for my regular appointment and have the ultrasound she had promised me. I was informed that Sameerah was sick but I would still be allowed to have my ultrasound... just not my regular appointment. I was disappointed with that because I was going to ask to be checked. DRAT! The ultrasound went fine, and as the tech was finishing up I asked her what she thought the baby weighed. Of course she couldn't tell me, but I happened to glance at the computer screen as she was typing and saw "approximate weight 9# 7 ounces". At this point she left the room to consult with a doctor. She came back a few minutes later and told me not to move because she had a call into Sameerah. I really had no idea what was going on, but something was up. They moved me into another room, and another doctor checked me. I was at a 2. DRAT AGAIN! They moved me to another room where they hooked me up to a monitor for twenty minutes. Then the nurse came in and said they had gotten a hold of Sameerah, and I was scheduled for an induction at 7:00 in the morning. I was like " WHAT?!?" and of course nobody could tell me what was going on, because I was supposed to talk to my doctor about stuff like that.
So then I went home to fret and worry about what was going to happen when they induced me the next day. Eventually I was able to talk to Sameerah and find out that it was not just the baby's size, but also that I had a condition known as Polyhydramnios, which is an excessive amount of amniotic fluid. This can be dangerous if the water breaks at home, which is why they wanted it to happen in a controlled environment like the hospital.
After a sleepless night and a blessing, I was ready and waiting for labor to start at 7:00 the next morning. Sameerah started the pitocin at 8:00, and it was really slow going. The contractions started to pick up by 2:00, and just after 3:00 I was sure I was at least at a 7, so I asked the nurse to check me. I was at a 5. That's when I lost my composure. Up to that point, I would have described labor as work. Seriously. It didn't hurt. I was really concentrating on what my body was doing. After I lost my concentration, all of the sudden it was AWFUL! Seriously, I was in so much pain. So I asked for some pain medicine. The nurse at this point called Sameerah at her office to come into the hospital, and went down to the pharmacy to get the medicine. After she left, the contractions were so much more painful than I could have imagined, and I told Trevor I didn't know why I was doing this to myself, and that I wished I could just have an epidural. Then I told him "I just want an epidural!!!" and of course he argued with me. At this point, the nurse came back in the room. I told her "I don't want the medicine, I just want an epidural". Trevor continued to argue with me because he knew how important it was to me to do it naturally. The nurse sided with me of course, and left to call the epidural guy, and bring the medicine back to the pharmacy. When she came back into the room, I had a HUGE contraction where I felt some pressure, and the nurse checked me and said "honey, you're at a 7. I don't think you're getting an epidural. You're getting a baby".
At this point the epidural guy came in and started asking me all these questions. I was having a hard time concentrating with all these questions being flung at me, and me just trying to get through the contractions. Then I had another really big contraction where I felt more pressure, and the nurse checked me and said "you're at a 9". This is where the epidural guy (who seemed a little irritated with me) kind of flung up his hands and left. Apparently they can't give epidurals past a 9. Then the nurse called for the residents. They were two blond haired girls who kind of dilly-dallied around the room.
One more contraction, and I knew the baby was THERE! I told the nurse it was time to push, and she told me to wait...then she yelled at the residents to "get your gloves on ladies!!" I waited a few seconds, and then turned onto my back and the baby just came out. The nurse caught the head, and one of the residents grabbed a towel, and the other one grabbed gloves and they were able to finish up with everything.
No joke, it was twenty minutes or less from a five to having a baby. They had everything cleaned up by the time Sameerah arrived. She seemed less than thrilled to have made the trip for nothing.
It was such a strange and amusing experience. All in all it was good, and I am SO glad I didn't get the epidural I so badly wanted. The recovery has been so easy.
On Monday I went in to see Sameerah for my regular appointment and have the ultrasound she had promised me. I was informed that Sameerah was sick but I would still be allowed to have my ultrasound... just not my regular appointment. I was disappointed with that because I was going to ask to be checked. DRAT! The ultrasound went fine, and as the tech was finishing up I asked her what she thought the baby weighed. Of course she couldn't tell me, but I happened to glance at the computer screen as she was typing and saw "approximate weight 9# 7 ounces". At this point she left the room to consult with a doctor. She came back a few minutes later and told me not to move because she had a call into Sameerah. I really had no idea what was going on, but something was up. They moved me into another room, and another doctor checked me. I was at a 2. DRAT AGAIN! They moved me to another room where they hooked me up to a monitor for twenty minutes. Then the nurse came in and said they had gotten a hold of Sameerah, and I was scheduled for an induction at 7:00 in the morning. I was like " WHAT?!?" and of course nobody could tell me what was going on, because I was supposed to talk to my doctor about stuff like that.
So then I went home to fret and worry about what was going to happen when they induced me the next day. Eventually I was able to talk to Sameerah and find out that it was not just the baby's size, but also that I had a condition known as Polyhydramnios, which is an excessive amount of amniotic fluid. This can be dangerous if the water breaks at home, which is why they wanted it to happen in a controlled environment like the hospital.
After a sleepless night and a blessing, I was ready and waiting for labor to start at 7:00 the next morning. Sameerah started the pitocin at 8:00, and it was really slow going. The contractions started to pick up by 2:00, and just after 3:00 I was sure I was at least at a 7, so I asked the nurse to check me. I was at a 5. That's when I lost my composure. Up to that point, I would have described labor as work. Seriously. It didn't hurt. I was really concentrating on what my body was doing. After I lost my concentration, all of the sudden it was AWFUL! Seriously, I was in so much pain. So I asked for some pain medicine. The nurse at this point called Sameerah at her office to come into the hospital, and went down to the pharmacy to get the medicine. After she left, the contractions were so much more painful than I could have imagined, and I told Trevor I didn't know why I was doing this to myself, and that I wished I could just have an epidural. Then I told him "I just want an epidural!!!" and of course he argued with me. At this point, the nurse came back in the room. I told her "I don't want the medicine, I just want an epidural". Trevor continued to argue with me because he knew how important it was to me to do it naturally. The nurse sided with me of course, and left to call the epidural guy, and bring the medicine back to the pharmacy. When she came back into the room, I had a HUGE contraction where I felt some pressure, and the nurse checked me and said "honey, you're at a 7. I don't think you're getting an epidural. You're getting a baby".
At this point the epidural guy came in and started asking me all these questions. I was having a hard time concentrating with all these questions being flung at me, and me just trying to get through the contractions. Then I had another really big contraction where I felt more pressure, and the nurse checked me and said "you're at a 9". This is where the epidural guy (who seemed a little irritated with me) kind of flung up his hands and left. Apparently they can't give epidurals past a 9. Then the nurse called for the residents. They were two blond haired girls who kind of dilly-dallied around the room.
One more contraction, and I knew the baby was THERE! I told the nurse it was time to push, and she told me to wait...then she yelled at the residents to "get your gloves on ladies!!" I waited a few seconds, and then turned onto my back and the baby just came out. The nurse caught the head, and one of the residents grabbed a towel, and the other one grabbed gloves and they were able to finish up with everything.
No joke, it was twenty minutes or less from a five to having a baby. They had everything cleaned up by the time Sameerah arrived. She seemed less than thrilled to have made the trip for nothing.
It was such a strange and amusing experience. All in all it was good, and I am SO glad I didn't get the epidural I so badly wanted. The recovery has been so easy.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Updated pictures
Today we dressed Samantha up, but we had no place to go. It was fun. She's a sweet little girl, although a little cross-eyed in this picture.
Samantha's First Bath. She wasn't very happy.
Because of her being jaundice, the doctor told us to stick Samantha in the sunlight as much as possible. Here she is sunbathing with her headband pulled down over her eyes because she hates the sun in them. It was Trevor's idea. Pretty smart eh?
Friday, March 14, 2008
Samantha Rae Misseldine
We're home!!! She was born March 11, weighing 9 lbs 1/2 ounce. I barely made it through labor which was really rough, but I did it without any drugs. I feel like the recovery has been so much better this time. This picture was right after Samantha was born. She is really swollen, and looks totally different now.
Unfortunately she has been battling jaundice, and we had to stay a day longer in the hospital than I wanted too. We have had to take her to Sparrow's lab twice (yesterday and today) to have her blood drawn to check her levels, and so far they look good. Hopefully we can be done with this today since we have an appointment with the pediatrician this afternoon.
Unfortunately she has been battling jaundice, and we had to stay a day longer in the hospital than I wanted too. We have had to take her to Sparrow's lab twice (yesterday and today) to have her blood drawn to check her levels, and so far they look good. Hopefully we can be done with this today since we have an appointment with the pediatrician this afternoon.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Trust Your Intuition
Wow, I just wrote the longest story on here and then realized it was really boring so I erased it all. Here is the shortened version:
I got an ultrasound today. They think the baby is approximately 9# 7 ounces!!
Yes, I am FREAKING out. I am scheduled for an induction in the morning. I think it will be a miracle if I survive the birth.
Honestly I am a little ticked off that they didn't do an ultrasound sooner since they thought the baby was big last week. Now I have to deliver a freakin toddler!
Pray for me. I am going to need it.
I got an ultrasound today. They think the baby is approximately 9# 7 ounces!!
Yes, I am FREAKING out. I am scheduled for an induction in the morning. I think it will be a miracle if I survive the birth.
Honestly I am a little ticked off that they didn't do an ultrasound sooner since they thought the baby was big last week. Now I have to deliver a freakin toddler!
Pray for me. I am going to need it.
Friday, March 7, 2008
"Get Out"
You all know that I've tried some crazy things to try to get this baby to come out. The latest method has been pressure points and all that jazz. Trevor thinks I am absolutely crazy, and just rolls his eyes and plays along. He really doesn't believe that anything can make the baby come out, except the baby WANTING to come out. Last night as we were watching TV and Trevor was rubbing my ankles (pressure points), he says "don't you think that I could write a note that said -Get Out- and you could eat it and it would work just as affectively?"
Maybe it was just late, but I was laughing so hard. It could have to do with how tired I am of trying all these crazy things. Who knows... I just wish this baby would get out!!
Maybe it was just late, but I was laughing so hard. It could have to do with how tired I am of trying all these crazy things. Who knows... I just wish this baby would get out!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Ramblings...
It makes me sad that we really don't have that much time left here. I am sad when I think about leaving. I never thought those words would EVER come out of my mouth.
I recently found out that our rent will be increasing, and to top it off our lease (which expires May 1st) will be going month to month which adds up to a total of $70 a month increase in rent total! Although it may not seem like a lot of money, it is a TON when you are living off of Cooley loans. Luckily the Koesters are going to let us live in their FABULOUS house while they are off having their baby in California for the summer. We are excited, but I will admit...I HATE MOVING... Especially with a new baby!
I just hope that we can have a summer full of fun and party it up for our last months here. I never thought I would grow to like Michigan and especially to be sad about leaving. I guess it is kind of like serving a mission and you just grow to love the people and the area. And although I am really going to be sad to leave, I will be so happy to be back home with my family and my friends and to get on with life.
I recently found out that our rent will be increasing, and to top it off our lease (which expires May 1st) will be going month to month which adds up to a total of $70 a month increase in rent total! Although it may not seem like a lot of money, it is a TON when you are living off of Cooley loans. Luckily the Koesters are going to let us live in their FABULOUS house while they are off having their baby in California for the summer. We are excited, but I will admit...I HATE MOVING... Especially with a new baby!
I just hope that we can have a summer full of fun and party it up for our last months here. I never thought I would grow to like Michigan and especially to be sad about leaving. I guess it is kind of like serving a mission and you just grow to love the people and the area. And although I am really going to be sad to leave, I will be so happy to be back home with my family and my friends and to get on with life.
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