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.
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