Unexpected Baby

Well, I did it. I had a baby on my own. No induction, no intervention. And what a surprise it was.

Yesterday morning I woke up with mild contractions. No biggie.

Got Samantha ready and on the bus.

Then Trevor woke up the other kids. That's when I realized these babies weren't stopping no matter what.

But I was in denial since they were short and even though they were starting to hurt, I didn't want to have a baby anyway, so I knew they would go away.

It wasn't until I started to shake that I knew things were real. We finished getting the kids ready for school and I packed a bag for myself. Meanwhile Trevor packed a bag for the kids and decided it was a good time to wash dishes!!

At that point I knew we needed to hurry ("Trevor!! What are you doing? We need to go!!")

So the kids got on the bus, and we jumped in the car. We dropped Carter off at a friends house, and drove to the hospital.

The drive is about 30ish minutes. Do you know that it's not fun having contractions in a car? I don't remember much of the drive, but apparently Trevor was speeding and sped past an officer and waved at him.

He's cheeky.

We got to the hospital and after stopping for numerous contractions, made it to a room. (Trevor was quizzing the nurse on the walk to a room about how good she was at delivering babies)

The nurse started freaking out when she found out my medical history (fast labors, low platelets, hemorrhage, fifth baby) and called what seemed like everyone in the hospital to come. She also called my midwife.

I had a few contractions in bed and felt that awful pressure feeling. My midwife had promised me I wouldn't have to labor this time with my water intact. I started begging for them to break my water.

My midwife showed up just then and hey, she remembered, and broke my water. Then she got in my face "alyson. There is poop in your fluid. Let's get this baby out"

So one and a half pushes and baby Will was born... 17 minutes after we arrived at the hospital. Haha.

Everything turned out okay with the meconium, and he passed all the tests. Thank heavens. So glad to be done. I hate labor. I hate being in that much pain. I hate not having pain meds.

Three Thirty AM

Hey everyone,

It's 3:30 am and I'm wide awake.

Why?

Because my whole body hurts so much that I can't sleep.

Why?

I'll give you one hint...

My dad left earlier this evening.

Yeah, you guessed it. Another round of pushing hard through the weekend and killing ourselves on the house.

A very unusual feeling for me, my RIGHT shoulder is throbbing with pain.

I  am so sick of saying the word stucco.

Who knew we'd have so much to do?

My dad and I pushed through and did the second coat of stucco on the last three windows on Friday, and then today I did the final coat by myself on the rest of the house.

What were the men doing you ask?

Oh just up on the roof taking down the chimney.

No biggie.

What a big day for projects.

We all worked our tails off.

Trevor was exhausted when we got home tonight.

I'm sure my dad is probably sleeping well right now too.

Thanks Dad!!

We would be nowhere close to the progress we've made without your help!!

And guess what?

Monday is the final dumb stucco day.

I get to put the final coat on the last three windows, and then the house is sealed!!!

And then I never have to say that word again.

Stucco.

No time for paint

Last night I dreamt of stucco ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Do you know what a nightmare it was? Horrible.

But since it was literally all my brain could think about, I woke up at 5:30 and Googled the forecast as far out as I could get it. The weather is changing rapidly, and weather has everything to do with stucco and paint.

It's not looking good.

We had hoped to be able to finish with enough time for paint, but even after the final coat of stucco is up, you have to wait a week for paint. Urgh!

The problem is, we have two sets of stucco going right now. One is scheduled to be finished Friday, and the other is set to be finished Tuesday. That is just when the final coat will be applied. Then we wait a week. By that time the weather will be solidly in a freezing pattern at night. Isn't that too cold for paint? Or does it just have to be a certain daytime temp?

Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm pretty sure paint is just a certain daytime temp. Whew!

Now, would anyone like to jaunt up here for a painting party? It will be in November, and just a daytime party. I think we can get it done in one day.

Progress

This weekend we have been finishing up the last corner of windows.

Last night we finished installing the last three windows, and then today we trimmed them up and put up felt paper and wire mesh. Then I mixed up a batch of stucco and slapped it on top of everything. Yep. I am now to the point where I am slapping things up instead of nicely putting them up.

Just kidding there.

But man am I tired. My hands and arms and wrists ache. And you know what else? My legs hurt. Weird huh?

Trevor crawled up on the roof to patch up the water leak around the chimney, and found that a side of the chimney had colapsed since the last time he was up there last week. Oh brother. Anyone want to come help tear down a chimney? It involves throwing bricks off the roof. I hear it's therapeutic.